#i want this

[theeroticlover]

[mattstunsgf]

oh to have 8 hour long conversations with matt sturniolo on the beach at night😔😔😔

[luvsubbymen]

Very much in the mood to make a guy cum so many times that he is unable to speak or process anything

[rafedaddy01]

Youve told rafe multiple times how hot it would be to wake up to him fucking you, so when you hear the soft words of your boyfriend above you and feel his hard cock pushing past your walls you shift awake.

“I want you to wake up and see how good your taking it, princess”

You open your groggy eyes to see Rafes disheveled hair, sweaty forehead, and his gold chain dangling in your face.

“There she is. Took you a while, I’ve already made you cum three times” he grins wide as he watches your face explode in pleasure.

“Rafe- s’too much!” You feel the overstimulation immediately. Your pussy throbbing, your core building at a fast tempo, and your skin feeling like it’s gonna burst.

“Stop being a brat, it’s only been 20 minutes since the last time you came” he gives you a particularly hard thrust and your head dips back as your eyes roll and your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“Don’t close your mouth, let me hear those pretty sounds” he grips your cheeks in one hand, making your eyes meet his as he speeds up his thrusts. Your back arches, allowing him to get deeper, and a wave of moans escapes you. “There we go”

“Such a good girl” you hear his words and praise but it’s distant. The overstimulation making your body feel fuzzy as he continues his assault. You can’t help the wetness that seeps out of you, but you also want it to stop. You feel like you’re having an out of body experience from all the pleasure, it’s too much.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” rafe groans above you as his dick throbs and spurts of cum fill your poor, abused pussy.

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[lov3drvg]

[napping-sapphic]

PLEASE make a blanket and pillow bed on the floor with me PLEASE get distracted midway through and start a pillow fight PLEASE lay down on it and watch movies on our laptop and cuddle with me PLEASE kiss me goodnight and sleep with me there PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—

[aenramsden]

The following is not my idea; it was the original brainchild of a friend of mine named Omicron, with help from various others including EarthScorpion, TenfoldShields, @havocfett and ShintheNinja:

So, you know what I want to do one day? Run (or play in) a D&D campaign in which the Big Bad Super Dragon that is fuckoff ancient and unfathomably powerful and whose actions have shaped history and bent the course of nations and had repercussions on the whole culture and society in the region where it's set; the Bonus Special Boss for some endgame optional quest after you defeat the direct BBEG and win the campaign...

... is a white dragon.

To explain this for people not deep into 5e monster lore; D&D dragons are sapient beings, and known for their instincts and tendencies, and whenever you meet an big evil dragon that's really old it's usually this ancient creature of terrible intellect Smaug-ing it up all over the place.

Except white dragons are fucking stupid. Like, they're still capable of speech and thought! They're just… feral, hungry morons. And you almost never see them portrayed as ancient wyrms for that reason; they lack majesty. Critical Role did it, yes, but even then, Vorugal is explicitly the most bestial member of the Chroma Conclave, and the others are the more intelligent planners and long-term threats. An ancient white as a nation-defining endboss, though; not a thug for a smarter master but as the strongest and biggest threat around is just not the sort of thing you tend to see.

Adventurers: "Oh wise Therunax the Munificent, gold dragon of Law and Good, what can you tell us adventurers of the evil dragons which rule this land?" Therunax the Munificent, 500-year old Gold Dragon: "Good adventurers, know this: this land is torn apart by the evil of Tiamat's spawn. The eastern marches are the dwelling of Furinar the Plague-Bringer, black dragoness whose hoard is a thousand sicknesses contained in the body of her tributes. The southern volcanic mountains are the roosting of Angrar the Wrathful, the fiery red dragon, who brings magmatic fury on all who do not worship him. And the northern peaks are home to Face-Biter Mike, the oldest and most powerful of all, of whom I dread to speak." Adventurers: "F-Face-Biter Mike???" Therunax: "Oh yes, verily indeed; two thousand years has Mike lived, and his eyes have seen the rise and fall of five empires, and a hundred and score champions have sought to slay him; and each and every one he bit their fucking face off."

Like... I want to see a campaign where Face-Biter Mike is genuinely the most powerful dragon in the region, if not the entire world. Where sometimes he descends on a city to grab himself some meatsicles and causes a localised ice age by the beat of his vast wings and the frigid wastes of his mighty breath and by the chill his mere presence brings to everything for miles around him, and everyone just has to deal with that for the next decade. An entire era of civilization comes to an end, an empire falls, tens of thousands starve in the winter, all because Mike wanted a snack. Where his hoard is an unfathomably vast mass of jewels and artefacts and precious stones frozen in an unmelting glacier, except he is a nouveau riche idiot with fuckall appraising skill, so half of his hoard is coloured glass or worthless knicknacks, and he doesn't give a shit.

"Your Draconic Majesty, this crown is… It's pyrite." "Yeah, well, it's brighter than this dusty old thing made out of real gold, it's my new best treasure. Throw the other one away." "…throw the Burnished Tiara of Bahamut, forged in the First Age of Man, your majesty???" "See? I can't even remember its fucking name." "But my lord-" "DO YOU WANT TO BE A MEATSICLE" "…I will fetch a trash bag, your majesty."

But at the same time, he's not stupid, he's just simple, and in some ways that makes him more dangerous than the usual kinds of scheming Big Bad you see in these things, while simultaneously justifying why Orcus remains on his throne (because he's lazy). Face-Biter Mike doesn't make convoluted plans or run labyrinthine schemes; he just has a talent for violence and a pragmatic, straightforward approach to turning any kind of problem he struggles with into a problem that can be resolved with violence. Face-Biter Mike has one talent and it's horrifying physical power, so his approach to any complicated problem is "how do I turn this into a situation where I can fly down and bite this dude's face off?" with absolutely no regard for the collateral damage or consequences of doing so, because those are also things he can turn into face-bitable problems.

"My lord, the dread necromancer Nikodemion is using his undead dragons to attempt a conquest of the eastern kingdom; his agents are everywhere, his plans are centuries in the making, what can we do against such a mastermind?" "I'm gonna fly over the capital and eat the eastern king." "M-my lord???" "The kingdom will collapse without leadership, Nikodemion will win his war, he'll take the capital and crown himself king." "And that helps us… how?" "Once he does I'll fly over to the capital and eat him." "…" "This is why you advisors all suck. You're all about convoluted plans when the only thing I need to win is know where my enemy is so I can fly down there and eat him. Stop overthinking things."

And, like, yeah, it's a simplistic plan, but when you're several hundred tons of nigh invincible magical death, you don't need brilliant strategy; the smartest way to win a war is, in this case, the simplest. He's not even all that clever at figuring out the consequences of face-biting, he's just memorised the common consequences of doing so.

(If you want to go all in on Mike being the major mover and shaker in the region; Nikodemion only even has a pet zombie dragon because Mike killed the last dragon to show up and contest his turf but wasn't going to eat a whole dragon by himself. Nikodemion got to stick around and amass that much power because Mike ate the Hero of the Realm while he was adventuring because he figured the Hero would come and try to slay him at some point. Nikodemion got started because Mike ate half the leadership of the Academy of High Magic who typically keep evil wizards and necromancers in check. And then eventually this product of Mike's casual, careless actions becomes a big enough problem to bother Mike personally, at which point Mike eats him too.)

He doesn't even really fail upwards, either! He is regularly reduced to nothing but the glacier he stores his hoard in, but he's Face-Biter Mike so nobody wants to commit to actually ending him forever lest they get their faces bitten the fuck off. And his hoard's in a huge-ass magical glacier so nobody can get to it without running into the Invading Russia problem; it's hard to wage war when everything is frozen over and you're both starving and freezing to death. Once he's been beaten back to his central lair and has lost all his holdings… I mean, he's still a problem, but he's a far away problem. So he loses his assets and spends a decade in a cave brooding it up while no one dares risk trying to actually kill him, and then a generation or two later he flies down to a kobold colony and gets himself some minions, or a dragon-worshipping mage comes to offer his service against a pittance from his hoard, or a particularly stupid cult starts thinking they can get in good with him and leech off his power, and then he's (hah) snowballing again.

He's also got a very… well, the kind of weird Charisma that Grineer bosses do. Like Sargas Ruk, who's a malformed idiot, but oddly charismatic. As he's a dragon, that makes him a natural sorcerer and thus Charisma is all he needs. He's pretty relaxed when he isn't in a face-biting mood, and he's kind of infectiously optimistic, because his life has taught him that he will succeed as long as he perseveres. So he just believes it.

And sometimes that's really refreshing to work for, as an evil minion of darkness! It's like, you're coming to your Evil Dragon Lord with terrible news; you've worked for evil overlords before, you know how it goes. You fall to your knees weeping and tell him that you've failed to seize the incredibly powerful magical artifact, you think your life is forfeit. And he's just like "Eh, it's okay, these things are all over the place. Better luck next time. You remember the guy who took it, right?" and you go "Y-yes, oh great lord!" and he's like "Sweet tell me his name later and I'll grab it" and then eats a frozen adventurer he kept around as a snack.

His followers tend to quickly realise that if they fail him, bringing some temple's silver or a sack of brightly coloured beads or a couple of dead cows means he's super forgiving because at least he's got something out of the day. "Oh boy, cows? It's been forever since I had those, ever since the Orc Steppe Nomads took over it's all about goats and onions. Today is a good day." He's a master of delegation by dragon standards, in that he just tells you "Just go get it done, I don't care how" rather than micromanaging you and constantly appearing as an image in smoke or taking over your campfire.

The key part of Face-Biter Mike as a threat to players (because he exists in the context of a D&D campaign) works well in that you can rely on several known quantities:

He will not pull sneaky shit that you don't see coming

He will not make convoluted plans that you must work to unravel

He will consistently attempt to come down and wreck you personally if he finds the opportunity and you are a threat to him

You cannot fight him head-on (at least not until the last leg of the campaign, and ideally as an optional boss rather than mandatory)

So as long as you are good at staying under the radar, thwarting his minions (whom he gives broad orders to with almost zero oversight) and not putting yourself in face-biting range, you can deal with him. If you succeed, it won't be the first time Mike has lost his assets and had to go brood in his glacier for a decade or two before rebuilding. It happens; he can deal with it. And that's a win for you within the context of a single campaign, so take the win.

And if you're not going to use him as an enemy, he works pretty well as a quest-giver, too! The costs for failure are obvious and straightforward, and "do whatever, just get me mine" means that players have a lot of freedom in accomplishing their goals. As far as evil overlords go he is actually one of the least dangerous to work for; his pride is relatively subdued by draconic standards, his goals are simple and typically achievable, and he is easily pleased.

(There's also a good chance he is the forefather of any draconic sorcerer in your party, because Face Biter Mike is a deadbeat dad.)

[pokemon-personalities]

I dunno how else to send this to you but I just really felt like this is something you'd REALLY wanna see

[theeroticlover]

[themilkywayyy]

Summer is nearly here and that means milkshakesss ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

[happyheidi]

bliss. x

[luvsubbymen]

Having him tied up and blindfolded while giving him a hand job would satisfy me

[rafedaddy01]

Summary: Rafes hosting a party but he needs his girl

A/n: wishing I was cuddled up in Drew’s arms right now 🥺

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, semi-public sex, 18+ content, language, sorta fluff (if you squint really really hard)

“Fuck, I need you so bad” Rafe growls as he attacks your neck, sucking the skin behind your ear. “I don’t have a condom baby” he continues his sloppy kisses all over your neck, biting it teasingly. “I- I don’t care, just fuck me” you were a panting mess as he continues working you up by kissing your neck. You reach your hands between the two of you and start unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock out. You started slowly stroking him, using the precum as a lubricant. His hand trails up your dress until it reaches your bare pussy.

Rafe stops all movement, “no underwear” he gave you a look that made your cheeks flush. “Naughty girl, walking around this party with no panties, tsk tsk tsk” his fingers begin rubbing slow circles on your clit and your wetness leaks out. “So wet for me” His thumb presses hard on your clit as his fingers tease your entrance and slowly push in.

“Rafe” you gasp. “Relax sweetheart” he gradually picks up the pace of his thrusting, his lips connecting to your neck to try and relax you. “F-fuck” you moan out. “You’re so sexy” Rafes warm breath hits your skin as he whispers the words in your ear. His thumb begins moving faster on your clit and he applies pressure as the fingers work inside you speeding up and curving, hitting your g-spot. Your orgasm washes over you as you thrash against his hold. Your back arching off the wall and you moan out.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean before bunching your dress further up. You watch as he gives his cock a few strokes and lines it up with your entrance.

He doesn’t give you any time to come down from your high as he plunges into you, picking up your legs and wrapping them around his body as he fucks you against the bathroom wall. The overstimulation is too much, “Rafe, s’too much”

“Just one more baby” he says as his eyes glazed over in pleasure.

“Rafe I feel like I’m gonna pee!” You whine out as he bucks his hips into you. “It’s okay baby, just ride that wave of pleasure. S’gonna feel so good, I promise. I’m so close, just a few more-“ he thrusts harder.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he curses as his thrusts get sloppier. You feel him release his cum deep inside of you and it’s a new feeling. Feeling his hot cum coat every part inside your pussy, claiming you as his triggers your second orgasm.

As you moan out your release Rafes fingers pull the top of your dress down and he sucks on your nipples, adding to the pleasure.

“Your so fucking hot when your squirting on my cock baby” he continues sucking on your nipple and pinching the other, prolonging your orgasm.

“Fuck” you moan as you grind your hips and it sends you into a third orgasm that’s more intense than the other. You feel more cum seep out of Rafes cock as your walls trap him inside you. “Fuck, y/n” Rafe groans as he nuzzles your neck.

“Fuck, look at me baby” Rafe grips your chin and kisses you hard on the lips, his tongue slipping past your teeth and claiming your mouth as his.

“Your trouble y/n” Rafe smirks as he presses a quick kiss to your lips and slowly drops your legs, making sure your stable enough to stand.

“So are you Cameron” you smirk back at him as you adjust your dress and fix your disheveled hair.

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[lov3drvg]

[soia-jpg]

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