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prncessrindou · 1 month

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SNEAKALEEK, manjiro sano ♱

♱ CONTENT WARNING . . fem!reader, manila mikey, sneaking around, unprotected sex, a little bit of spanking, cockwarming and spitting.

♱ repost from wakashawty

“Mikey, stop..” you whimpered, “you're gonna wake them up, ahhh—” you moaned as you slid back on Mikey’s cock, in the reverse cowgirl position.

Mikey growled and slapped your ass harshly, leaving a print then soothing the sting with his hand, “you’re the one moaning like you’re in heat baby,” he grinned, “if they wake up, it’ll be ‘cause of you.”

you are visiting your parents and they were persistent about meeting your boyfriend, Mikey, so you brought him along… since your parents are old school they didn’t allow you and him to sleep in the same room.

but, like the rebellious daughter you are, you crept to the guest bedroom where Mikey was... because you were cold and he's the only one that can fill- warm you up…( if you catch my drift )

now here you are. panties to the side as you pushed onto his length, “look at you,” Mikey leans up and places wet kisses on your back. “so pretty f’ me.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up, grabbing your cheeks and aggressively kisses your lips, pulling at your bottom lip as you whimper out.

“shit, you need to be a good girl and be a little quieter. your old man was already staring daggers into my head and I don't want him using real ones on me.” Mikey said, laying back on the mattress with his arms behind his head, enjoying the show you're giving him.

“can't help it! f- feels so good and you're so big, hnghh—.” you moaned into the sheets, fists clenched from squeezing the sheets so tightly.

Mikey suddenly grabs your hips and slows down your pace to the way he wants, “baby, you’re so warm. you gripping me so tight that I’m bouta’ cum.” Mikey grunts and pulls his dick out slowly. you let out a soft cry because of how your pussy is clenching around nothing. you want him back inside of you.

his length twitches as he releases his load on your pretty back. he groans seeing how fucked out you are, you then look back at him, “Mikey please, I want more..”

“yeah?” he asked, he pulls you up and now you're facing him. you slowly slide down on his length, arms wrapped around his neck and moaning as you finally take in all of him. “first.. look at me and open that pretty mouth of yours.” he said, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip.

you obeyed him and opened your mouth with your tongue sticking out, you knew what this was about.

Mikey got a good amount of his spit and dropped it down your throat.. you swallowed without him having to tell you so which made his dick harder inside of your warm walls.

“mm, good girl.. fuck.” Mikey moans. he grabs your face and kisses you like it was his last and breaks away to suck on your neck as you cockwarmed him.

“at this point, I don’t care if your father kills me or if your mother hates me. I want them to hear the lewd sounds their good girl of a daughter makes when I’m blowin’ her back out.

I CANNOT BELIEVE I WROTE THIS MONSTROSITY LMAOOOO

#tokyo revengers #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokrev #tokrev smut #tr smut #sano mikey manjiro #manjiro smut #mikey sano #mikey sano x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #mikey x reader #tr mikey

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 3 months

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The set of Season 2 - Wensleydale's collection of Wonders of Nature and Science is now in Aziraphale's bookshop :)

In the Good Omens book:

"It says Top Secret," said Adam, resenting this attempt at bipartisan creativity. "It's like nucular power stations. They keep blowin' up all the time but no one ever finds out 'cos the goverment hushes it up."

"They don't keep blowing all the time," said Wensleydale severely. "My father says they're dead safe and mean we don't have to live in a greenhouse. Anyway, there's a big picture of one in my comic* and it doesn't say anything about it blowing up."

*Wensleydale's alleged comic was a 94-week part-work called Wonders of Nature and Science. He had every single one so far, and had asked for a set of binders for his birthday. Brian's weekly reading was anything with a lot of exclamation marks in the title, like "WhiZZ!!" or "Clang!!" So was Pepper's, although even under the most refined of tortures she still wouldn't admit to the fact that she also bought Just Seventeen under plain covers. Adam didn't read any comics at all. They never lived up to the kind of things he could do in his head.*

#good omens #gos2 #season 2 #bts photos #bts #photos #hq photos #good omens book #fun fact #aziraphale's bookshop #wensleydale #wonders of nature and science

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tainted-liquor · 5 months

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Medals:

"Cat N' Spider"

"How Curious..."

"Keep Talkin'"

"Big Ass Attitude"

"4th Baby Mama"

"Perfect Fit!"

"Deathiversary"

"Boys Blowin' Up My Phone"

"Stop Laughing, baby!"

"Oh, Odogwu!"

"Tiny hands; Little Baby"

"Watch Your Fuckin' Mouth!"

"Miss Me?"

"Su Tiara Rosa"

"Cuddle Monster(s)"

"Perfect Wifey"

"La Princesa De Mi Corazon"

"Are we still friends?"

"Ease On Down"

"BasketBall Wife"

"You Love Me"

"Sea Grillz"

"High Score"

"Hey, Mami!"

Medals:

"Deathiversary"

"Can't Forget You"

"Hot Wheels"

"Watching You Always"

"You're An Angel"

"I Have A Girlfriend!"

"Make It Awkward"

"First Time Father"

"Swing By Anytime"

"You Love Me"

"For Sale?"

#atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles #₊˚⊹🍧─Taffyta MuttonFudge!🏁#₊˚⊹🍧─Vanellope Von Schweetz!🏁

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peterparkersnose · 1 year

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Jealousy, Jealousy.

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: angst, jealousy, fighting, partial nudity, domestic violence and toxic relationship description, drunk reader, respectful Joel with a hint of pervert Joel

a/n idk why but when i wrote this i imagined the reader having a southern accent. optional if you want to apply it but idk. i don’t have one myself, i got my midwestern accent here.

summary Joel is jealous seeing Y/N with another man across the bar

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read time: 7 mins 15 seconds

Part 2 here

Joel felt his shoulders slump. He wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe it was the alcohol fueling his emotions, but he really wanted to punch the douchebag that was hanging off your face. It was embarrassing to watch, the man was so drunk that he basically just licked your lips. But just as you do, you elegantly gave a small chuckle, reached your hand up to his cheek and rested your forehead in the crook of his nose. Your smile melted into his lips. At the same time across the room, your smile almost took Joel out.

If there wasn’t live music playing and people circling him on the dance floor, you could have heard Joel Miller’s fragile heart crack.

He couldn’t believe you were with such a douchebag. Why should he care? Why should he care?

He shouldn’t. It was a stupid crush. That’s all.

He wasn’t a jealous man.

“You alright?” Tommy asked, his energy taking Joel out of his trance. Joel grunted in response. “You seem like you ‘bout to kill Bradley over there. Blowin’ him up in your mind ‘n stuff.” Tommy chuckled. Joel didn’t say anything in response. “Is it because he’s sucking on Y/N’s face?” Tommy whispered in his ear, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you back the fuck up,” Joel spit at him.

Tommy walked backwards holding his hands defensively in the air with a smirk on his face. “Quit bein’ so obvious, big brother. Do something before you loose something.”

Joel turned back to look at you, but the two barstools were now empty. He hated imagining what was currently happening between the two of you. It made him cringe even thinking about it. His face scrunched as he began to feel overwhelmed by the bar scene of the night. He slipped out the front door and on to the porch of the bar.

Fresh snow fell and left a thin sheet of snow on the streets. He wasn’t sure if a storm was coming in, but he could definitely see himself early the next morning helping shoveling the streets.

He grunted as he sat back in one of the old rocking chairs. Cold calloused hands rubbed the sides of his jeans. The light from the windows peered outside, giving small reflections of the windows on the ground. The shadows of couples dancing displaying in front of his eyes made Joel long for something he hadn’t had in over a decade.

His thoughts dissolved him as he finished his drink dreaming of what could have been. He continued to mindlessly watch the reflections of the happy couples dancing.

The dancing seemed to slow suddenly, more violent and quick movements started to show in the reflection. Joel turned and peered in the window to see what was happening.

A large brawl of people seemed to be holding someone back. Mostly the most intimidating looking men and women who were scattered thorough out the bar had come together to hold back a person he couldn’t see. He turned his head and then saw you; Your hand was sprawled over your chest trying to cover the bit of shirt you had left. Tears had stained your cheeks as you watched the scene unfolding. Dina and Maria were at your side trying to keep you modest next to the bar. Joel caught a glimpse of your purple bra just as his attention was thrown back to the middle of the dance floor.

Bradley had let loose from the people holding him back. Joel darted quickly into the bar, almost as fast as Bradley’s hands went for your throat. It wasn’t even a second thought.

Dina let out a loud gasp as Joel’s fist plummeted into Bradley’s face. He brought up his arm for another punch but Bradley had already fallen on the ground from the first one. Joel shook out his fist. He hadn’t punched anyone in a while, Jackson was making him soft.

Joel smirked as he looked down at the pathetic man on the ground. “Better get out of here before I raise hell on ‘ya,” Joel said slowly, kicking him in the side as the man whimpered. “Go on,” he yelled, pointing towards the back door. Bradley scuffled on his bottom, looking up with pure terror in his eyes. Joel would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this.

Joel turned his back on Bradley and met eyes with you.

He took off his jacket without a second thought and handed it to you. He gave you an honest smile, trying to make you feel a bit better.

“You alright?” he asked. The rest of the bar was now trying to break the defining silence and go back to the flow of the night, but now the scene was just so awkward. Joel needed to get you out.

“Mhm,” you sniffled, shaking your head. “You wanna get out of here?” he whispered in your ear, helping you zip up his jacket on yourself.

“Mhm,” you repeated yourself, wiping a tear falling from your eye.

“You got it from here Joel?” Dina asked him. “I got her,” Joel said, wrapping his arm loosely around your waist. Dina trusted Joel with you, she knew there’s no way he could ever hurt you.

“You still living on fourth street?” Joel asked, shielding you from the cold. “Yeah but…” you sighed. “I-I don’t want him coming after me. Later tonight, I just know when he sobers up he’s gonna be looking for me.”

Your voice began to shake and Joel could tell you were genuinely scared. “You could stay at my place tonight. I doubt he would be comin’ around there any time soon,”

Your eyes met his as you looked up at him. “Really?” you asked, holding on to his bare arm. “Anything for you, darlin’.”

The snow had began to pick up as he opened his creaky front door.

“Come with me,” Joel said leading you upstairs. You looked at the pictures hanging on his walls going upstairs. You didn’t take Joel for an art guy. Apart from one picture with a much younger version of himself and a young blonde girl in it, it was just old art on his wall that was in desperate need of restoration.

“These yours?” you asked him. “Nah. Was in the house when I got it. Nice to look at sometimes though,”

“And the girl?” you asked.

Joel stopped half way up the stairs.

“Old friend,” he spit out. He took a deep breathe and turned around and extended his hand to you. Gracefully, you took it.

His room was most definitely a mans room. He scrambled over to the bed and pulled up his sheets quickly in an attempt to tidy up. “I-I wasn’t expecting guests,”

You stood and looked around his room as he rummaged through his closet. A pile of unwashed clothes sat in one corner. A few rifles and a bow sat on his dresser. He carefully placed his revolver from his belt next to them.

“Here, which one?” he asked you. He held up a red flannel or a blue tee shirt. “Hmm,” you questioned. “Can I borrow the flannel? S’pose to get cold.” you asked. “Have it if you want. I barely wear it anymore.”

That was a lie. It was his favorite flannel.

“I’ll bring it back, I promise.” you smiled, zipping off his coat. You almost forgot your shirt was torn into basically two strips of fabric lying on your shoulders.

Joel’s eyes shot up to the ceiling as you peeled off what was left of your shirt. “You got a trash bin in here?” you asked, holding the straps of fabric in your hand. “Uh, in the bathroom yeah.” Joel grunted, head still glued to the ceiling as he pointed in the direction of the closed bathroom door.

“Damn shame, I really liked this shirt.” you sighed from the bathroom. His gaze fell to his mirror reflection he could see from the bedroom.

Joel kept telling himself no but he couldn’t resist. Your skin had a few scars like his. It suddenly made his insecurities about those loosen up a bit. You had a tiny blood stain under your lip he didn’t notice until now. His eyes kept moving from your face to your body to the floor, trying to keep his perversions on the low.

“You sure it’s okay if I stay here?” you ask, emerging from the bathroom in his flannel. Something about seeing you in his clothes drove him crazy. This had to be a dream, there was no way this was happening. Y/N L/N standing in front of him in his clothes, tying her hair up asking permission if it’s okay for her to stay the night. Joel had to resist the urge to pinch himself.

“Uh, yeah. Make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, I’ll be downstairs.” he said nervously, dragging himself back in to reality. He was half way down the hallway when your head poked out of the door.

“Whatcha doin’ downstairs tonight?” you curiously asked.

“Sleeping?” Joel asked confused, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

“Oh no please. Take the bed, I-I can’t do that.” you insisted. Joel sighed.

“Well I’m not letting you sleep on my couch.” he bantered, placing his hands on his hips.

“I’ll sleep on the floor. How does that sound? I used to do it all the time as a kid and I-”

“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. C’mon.” Joel sighed, re entering his room.

He folded back his sheets once again. He prayed there wasn’t any dirty socks or crumbs left in there from late night crackers. (JOEL EATS CRACKERS IN BED???)

The thought of sleeping on the floor left your mind when you saw how comfortable his bed looked. And it was.

Your face plummeted into a pillow, the alcohol in your system making itself present. “It smells like you,” you muttered into the pillow. Joel pretended not to hear that as he pulled the sheets over you.

He grabbed the other pillow and plopped it on the floor.

“Everything smells like you. The shirt, the bed. Smells like man.” you giggled.

His heart was beating so fast in his chest.

“You comfy down there?” you asked, your eyes appearing over the bed’s edge along with two hands adjacent to your head.

“Yup,” Joel sighed, placing his hands behind his head.

“Why don’t you come up here with me? I can’t let you sleep on the floor. I mean, I gotta respect my elders.”

Joel opened one eye at you and scowled. “Joke, joke! I’m only joking. I tell bad jokes when I’m tipsy.”

“Oh your tipsy alright.” he muttered.

“Please?” you whined.

Even as much as Joel wanted to he knew he couldn’t. You were very obviously drunk and was in no way able to give consent to anything. He was a true gentleman, what could he say? Even if it was as innocent as cuddling, he didn’t want sober you to regret anything.

“Not tonight Y/N. Come back sober and we’ll talk.”

“Promise?” you asked, rolling back over in bed. He heard his old frame creek as you did.

“I promise. Get some sleep, pretty girl.”

“He called me pretty girl!” you whispered to yourself a little too loudly.

As Joel drifted off to the sounds of your soft snoring, he thought to himself.

Was Tommy right all along? Did you really have some sort of feeling towards him or were you just acting this way because he brought you home and gave you a place to stay.

I mean, how often did he really interact with you. If it wasn’t a passing Hello when you were with Ellie or you switching off on patrol and asking how his went, there wasn’t much there.

He tried not to let his intrusive thoughts linger.

The one thought that did linger though was that Y/N L/N was asleep in his bed.

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devildom-moss · 1 year

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The demons’ favorite places to kiss and be kissed headcanon

(the demon brothers, the royals, and Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(slight NSFW)

Lucifer

Kiss: The neck. He likes to mark you as his for others to see. The proximity also allows him to take in your scent (he’s especially enamored if you wear cologne or perfume) and hear you even more clearly. He wants to hear every reaction: soft moans, gasps, panting, every word. If you whisper his name when he kisses your neck, he won’t stop until you make him. He just wants to please his favorite human.

Kissed: Anywhere on his chest. First, it feels good, and when his body is feeling especially sensitive, it’s enough to get him close to orgasm. Second, the marks are easier to hide, so he doesn’t need to worry about his reputation. Third, he wants you as close to him as he can get. Having your lips right above his heart is a dream. He’d never admit it because it sounds too obsessive, but if he could open his chest to let you hold his heart in your hands, he’d happily give over that control.

Mammon

Kiss: The top of your head. “Huh? No, I didn’t just kiss you. Ya just got your hair in the Great Mammon’s face. I was blowin’ it away. But, if you want me to kiss ya, just say so.” (Yes, he will still use that excuse if you’re bald or shave your head) But really, he just likes kissing you there when he’s holding you in his arms. It makes him feel like he’s doing a good job protecting you and making you feel safe. He savors this even more if you’re about the same height or taller than him since it’s harder to reach.

Kissed: Mouth. He knows he talks a lot, much to his detriment. So, please, shut him up. He feels like you pay more attention to him when you’re kissing his lips, and it can go from sweet to wild in seconds. The range. A forehead kiss could never! Also, please bite his lips or wear some kind of lip color - just leave proof of the kiss so when someone asks what’s wrong with his face (whether they mean the lips or they’re just being rude), he can brag about getting kissed by you.

Leviathan

Kiss: Thighs. If you let him, he will snake his way into any comfortable position that means he can get his face near your thighs. Let him rest his head on your lap while watching anime and he’ll actually look away from the screen to place a quick kiss on your thighs. If you hold him on your lap or sit with him between your legs, he has been known to slowly sink down your chest until he’s just above your pelvis and can easily grab your thighs to kiss them. You want to tell me he doesn’t have squash my head with your thighs like I’m the last watermelon of the season energy?

Kissed: Forehead kisses. They make him feel like the main love interest in a romance. He likes it when you take the extra second to brush his hair out of the way. However, if the angle is possible, he will look down your shirt, and it’s not subtle. But moreover, he just wants you to treat him like he’s precious and loved.

Satan

Kiss: Chest/torso. He just wants to be near your body and to listen to your heartbeat. It calms him down just having proof that you are there and alive with him. It’s soothing to watch and feel the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. Plus, it puts you in the perfect position to pet his head and call him a good kitten.

Kissed: Neck. All that reading might have given him a slight vampire kink. He can’t keep track of the number of times he imagined you coming up behind him while he’s reading or cooking, kissing his neck with an ample peppering of bites and hickeys. He’ll worry about covering it up later. He has a secret game going where he sees how long he can keep reading while you kiss his neck. The high score is 3 pages. (To be fair, it was probably a story about a catboy detective who finds out that he’s actually a were-cat in the middle of a big serial killer case called Lynx Between the Crimes or something. I don’t know, sounds like something he’d enjoy reading.)

Asmodeus

Kiss: Your hands and fingers – especially shortly after he’s painted them. When he’s feeling horny, he will go from kissing to sucking your fingers with no notice. However, more often, he does this thing where he kisses each finger and says “MC loves me” on the first finger and “they love me not” on the next. When he gets to the last finger with a sad, “MC loves me not,” he’ll kiss your lips and tell you “But, I love you anyway.”

Kissed: Also his fingers and hands. He spends a lot of time on manicures and moisturizing, so he wants you to admire his hands and show them appreciation. Kisses on his hands make him feel like a princess, which he adores in general, but especially when it’s you who’s treating him like that. He will pounce on you if you turn the tables and suck on his fingers, though, and you won’t be going anywhere for a few hours. A very close second would be kissing his dick. It’s just a very cute gesture to Asmo.

Beelzebub

Kiss: Your stomach. “But it’s so cute. That’s where you store all the meals we share together.” If you’re ticklish, he’ll do it more frequently so he can hear your laughter. It’s not all that innocent, though. Kissing your stomach gets him pretty close to being able to kiss even lower. He’s already down there, so if you want him, he’s happy to oblige. Beel will happily turn you into a full course meal. He also likes to lay his head down on your stomach.

Kissed: His cheeks. Every time you kiss his cheeks, he can’t resist smiling. He can still eat and chew while getting kissed on the cheek, too. In Beel’s mind, couples who kiss each other on the cheek often are secure and stable. When you kiss his cheek quickly before either of you leave, he feels like you’re a married couple.

Belphegor

Kiss: Shoulders. Your shoulders are both a good place to nap and to kiss. When he curls up in your lap, head on your shoulders, he likes to leave a kiss on his human pillow before his nap and, again, after he wakes up. Your shoulders are also his favorite spot to bite, whether it’s to mark you or muffle his voice or just to taste your skin and blood a bit.

Kissed: His back. Belphie tends to fall asleep curled up, sometimes without a shirt and sometimes with his shirt rising up his back. The first time you decided to kiss his back to wake him seemed to also wake something else up in him. He moaned at the feeling of your lips on his skin. It makes him feel so safe and secure – so much so that he’s able to fall asleep even in the midst of pleasure.

Diavolo

Kiss: Your thighs. He just really likes thighs. If you’re sitting next to him, he’ll squeeze them. They’re so soft and cute, and he wants to bite and kiss them all over. Isn’t the fact that he finds them cute enough? He’ll spend an extra 30 minutes kissing and marking your thighs when he goes down on you unless you tell him to stop. And if you do, he’ll look up at you with the saddest eyes a demon like him can manage.

Kissed: Chest. You really think he’s all titted up and barely dressed from the waist up in his demon form for no reason? He loves when you pepper his chest with kisses. Just the thought of you on top of him and leaving a trail of affection with your lips fills him with lust warmth. It also provides him with an opportunity to pull you close and just hold you.

Barbatos

Kiss: Neck and behind the ear. Barbatos wants to be able to kiss you in public (among other things), and he’s granted a bit of subtlety with neck and behind the ear kisses. He’ll get in close, as if to whisper something before placing a kiss on you. Usually, he will whisper in your ear before kissing you, his hot breath and sultry voice teasing you. This is particularly enjoyable for him when he causes a noticeable rise out of you. One time, you had to explain to Lucifer why you suddenly looked panicked and feverish after Barbatos whispered to you without blatantly telling him that Barbatos had just licked your neck, blew on it, and told you that he wanted to fuck you in the middle of the party.

Kissed: Thighs. You look so pretty when you’re down between his legs. Having you kiss his thighs is a very intimate act for him. Barbatos is typically covered up, showing far less skin than most demons. It’s rare for anyone to get the chance to see his thighs, let alone kiss them. For him, kissing his thighs is a gesture that says, “I would never allow this from anyone else. I treasure you the most.”

Mephistopheles

Kiss: The hand. He’s quite comfortable with kissing the rings of superiors. He’s always trying to make a good impression, and that’s no different for you. And he will never get over the menacing aura that came from Lucifer the first time he kissed your hand in public. Honestly, he was just grateful that you had helped him with an article, so he invited you to eat with him. When you agreed, he just wanted to fluster you a bit. After all, how often does a human receive such a sign of gratitude. So maybe he does it more in front of Lucifer, but a demon can have his fun. Once he’s finally warmed up to you, he likes being able to show you that you’ve earned his respect.

Kissed: His feet. Don’t worry, he’s got good hygiene and he would only ask if he knew he was clean. It’s less of a foot fetish preference and more that it makes him feel treasured. And a puny human is barely fit to kiss the ground he walks on, but for you, he can make an exception. Despite all of his wealth, his devotion to Diavolo can make him feel unworthy of praise quite often. Kissing his feet would make him feel worshiped and secure; you could probably ask him for anything in that moment.

(the non-demons version)

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terriblyfat · 3 months

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What do ya get when yer Dad is a PIG Oinkin' and snortin' and blowin' up BIG

Man I fuckin' love slobs

#gay gainer #daddies #gay bears #slobs #fat ai #fat men ai

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soulmusicsongs · 5 months

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youtube

Night Time - Smokey Wilson (Blowin' Smoke, 1977)

#Night Time #Soul #Soul Music #Soul Music Songs #Music #Music Songs #1977 #Smokey Wilson #Blowin' Smoke #Blues #Big Town #Youtube

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love-toxin · 5 months

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guh......climbing out of my hole of uni final papers for a moment.....bc i have to talk abt mike some more.....specifically dad(dy) mike-

(cws: fnaf movie spoilers, breeding, me being nasty right on schedule)

like....i can't get over it. he just strikes me as such dad material. he gives me the vibes of exhausted + mentally worn out + don't need another kid to run after but as soon as he's, like, free from the horrors and/or financially stable? he'd just be like "........so honey when are we having a baby??" right out of the blue. i get the feeling that he'd normally be a big family guy (hence the family photos everywhere and the.....intense childhood nostalgia) and he'd probably be all over starting his own if he wasn't dealing with all the death and murder and kidnapping and dream hopping and blah blah blah.

but anyways. baby. thinkin he wants one soooooooo badly.........and he'd be so stupid protective like a big, husband-shaped guard dog. we saw him in the fountain scene nobody can tell me he wouldn't go apeshit over protecting his little babus and their ultra hot momma--plus, at some point when Abby grows up he'd probably get such awful empty nest syndrome he'd be biting his nails not having someone to provide for and protect. that's his purpose! he's gotta be the strong one that gets shit done, hence knocking up some pretty thing that's got those pretty doe eyes and pretty hair and other pretty features for his kids to inherit.

i don't think it would hit him right away either, he'd think he's fine until he's blowin your back out and it hits him like ".....oh. shit," when he realizes how much he doesn't wanna pull out. not just because it feels good to bust a load so thick you leak all over the pillows, but because you might end up with a baby bump and that would be even cuter. you wouldn't even be able to trap him if you wanted to cause he wouldn't care about the contraception anyways--if you want to risk it, he'll risk it, and you might not expect how deep he goes as he tries to knock you up on the first try. you're not even half as crazy as he is, draining his balls inside you like it's an olympic sport just so he can make you take a test in two weeks. even if he can't afford it he'll take time off work just to keep you in bed for a couple days, give it a real good try so he can say he put everything he has into it. it's a good excuse for him to fall asleep still nestled inside you too, his weight pressing you down so you can't get up with all that cum slowly leaking down your legs. trying for a baby is so much fun and so intoxicating mike probably won't even realize how much work it'll really be until you start showing, but by then it's kinda too late anyways and it's not like he'd wanna go back and change it. seriously, he's so fucking lucky to even talk to you, much less be the father of your children and possibly your future husband.

but then he's got something so sweet and adorable to protect besides you on the horizon, something he can cuddle and kiss and rock to sleep and read bedtime stories to like he's loved doing with abby and always did with garrett, including all the silly voices he's made up to make them giggle and plead for just a few more pages. he can be even better than his parents and he'll finally have the second chance he's been dying for--and this time, nothing is gonna take what he loves away from him. nothing.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #yes im feral and tired and i should be writing my thesis but mike has me in a chokehold rn #spicy writing #fnaf mike #fnaf movie #ellie thirsts

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bellysfromthefarside · 1 month

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1 of 5 - Burger King Remake - On the Couch

Burger King begins with Travis on the couch and a very exposed ball gut. --- Travis opened the kitchen door and entered the roomy apartment he shared with two other college students. It was late, but he could hear the ESPN theme coming from the television in the next room. Travis went over to the refrigerator and removed a cold beer. The bottle cap was twisted off, and several ounces of the refreshing beverage disappeared as he made his way into the living room. He lowered himself into the center of the sofa with a slight grunt and took another swig of beer.

“Shit, Travis, how many did you eat tonight? You’re gut looks like you swallowed a bowling ball!” one of his roommates asked

“Seven,” answered Travis, rubbing his bloated belly with one hand, while raising the beer to his mouth with the other, “I managed to stuff seven burgers in this thing tonight!”

“Dude, you better take it easy on those burgers; you’ve only been working there since what, around the holidays? And you’re gut’s blowin’ up like a balloon!” the other roommate warned.

Travis had only been an employee of “Bubba’s Burgers” for six months, but had already grown a noticeable belly. A routine had developed of seeing just how many burgers he could eat at the end of the shift after the restaurant was closed. This was in addition to the burgers that Travis ate throughout his work day. His muscular build now had a round gut attached to it, though he had maintained a well developed upper body.

“So what do you weigh now, Travis? Are you up to 250 yet?” one of the roommates asked with a chuckle.

“Of course not,” Travis replied, “Hell, I’m only five-nine! I’d be big as a house at 250! I’m only about 225.” Travis had decided not to admit that he went from weighing 205 pounds before his new job began to 235 pounds now, so he lied about the exact number. It wasn’t really a lie he thought; he was only “rounding down”.

The two other roommates looked at each other and grinned. “Yeah, 225, right.” source

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miyuhpapayuh · 7 months

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Shame on me.

“It’s a shame for you,

It’s a shame for me..

Is the blame on you?

I could say the same for me!

After the wrong, is there a right?”

That’s exactly what she was wondering as she watches her boyfriend of one year, Lucky, sing to another random girl on stage.

It wasn’t even the fact that he was singing to them, because she understood the attraction that women had towards him, and she couldn’t blame them.

But, she didn’t think there was any real reason why he should be getting down on his knees and gripping them up and being all in their faces.

She’s expressed her slight frustration, once, and he chalked it up to her being paranoid. And of course, when that wasn’t enough to make her calm down, he fucked every doubt right out of her mind.

But, that only holds over for so long.

So, here they are again. Lucky out there on bended knee making some pretty brown girl squeal with joy, while his lover fumes behind the curtains.

After the show was over and the pair were on their way home, the unwanted conversation lingered in the air.

With her arms folded across her chest, she stared out of the window at the dark blue sky, while Lucky kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, already knowing that this was about to tear up his nerves.

“Wassup, baby?” He asks, briefly looking in her direction. “Why you facin’ the window?”

“Hm. I could think of a couple reasons, but I’ll keep ‘em to myself.”

He sucks his teeth. “Let’s not do this, tonight.”

“That’s why I said I’ll keep ‘em to myself.” She snaps, looking in his direction.

“Here we go.”

“David, please. If you’re not gonna be real, then just leave it alone.”

Taking offense, he pulls into an empty lot and parks the car.

She rolls her eyes, not moving her position. “It’s dark out here and you playin’.”

“I’m not playin’. I’m bein’ real. Wassup witchu?” He nudges her arm, pissing her off.

“You know exactly wassup with me. But, it ain’t no big deal to you, so whatever.”

“You sure? Cause, it’s whatever doesn’t sound like a very solid stance.”

She rolls her eyes. "Leave me alone."

He stares at her. “You gon tell me what's got you so angry or is it still whatever?"

“Fuck you, Lucky. Seriously.” She spats, fully facing him. "You know why I'm upset. It's why I'm always upset, with no good reason, according to you."

“You know what? I don’t know what it’s gonna take for you to understand. Why we gotta argue? You don’t see me blowin’ up at you for them lil stunts you be pullin’!” He responds.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Right. We got amnesia, now? You don’t be posting half naked all over Instagram, every week?”

“Are you serious, right now?” She asks.

“Dead serious. You always trippin’ and goin’ on bout me and what I be doin’, like you ain’t out here lookin’ like you want some attention.”

“Well, I wonder why the fuck that is!” She huffs.

“So, that’s my fault too, huh?” He chuckles, resuming his driving to their destination.

“Fucking duh.” She grumbles, continuing to stare out of the window.

“I’m not looking for anybody’s attention, but yours. You stupid motherfucker. But, you’re too busy giving it to them heffas you call fans.”

“You act like I’m cheating on you.”

“You might as well be.” She quips.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to have a rational conversation.” He pats her knee, chuckling again as she jerks away from his touch.

Back at home, the pair’s annoyance with each other continued to fester.

“Aren’t you tired of walking back and forth, yet?” Lucky asks, growing tired of her pacing the expansive floor in front of their bed. “Come sit down, please.”

“Not if you’re not gonna listen to me. I might as well go downstairs.”

“I’m listening to you! I’ve been all ears, all night!” He grows defensive, his voice rising by the slightest.

“Lucky, fix your tone.” She warns.

Sighing to himself, he shakes his head. “Please, just come and sit down.”

Reluctantly sitting down beside him, she looks up at him. He’s already staring back at her.

“Talk.”

“I’m not cheating on you. I go out on stage and do my job. You know I love my fans. I just go out there and make ‘em happy. That’s it. I’m sorry that I made you feel disrespected and neglected, baby. That was never my intention.” He frowns, reaching out to grab her hands into his own.

“You know how I get.. it’s no excuse, but I just can’t handle someone being that close to you. Touching you and clinging onto you like I do. And, it makes it worse when you indulge, but I know that’s your job. I got it. I’m sorry, too.”

“That’s how I felt, when you was postin’ that shit on the gram.” He snorts, “had ya ass hangin’ out, muhfuckas lookin’ at my goods and shit.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She pouts.

“I should bend you ova’ my knee,” his deep brown eyes glow in the dimly lit room. She fails to hide the smirk growing on her lips.

As the tension leaves the room, it’s quickly replaced by lust so thick, it clouds their minds.

“Come’ere.” She beckons him with a single finger, resulting in him tackling her into the sheets, pulling and yanking at her clothes, until she’s as naked as the day she was born.

She tugs on the bottom of his shirt, before his hands place hers on the bed. “Stay just like this.”

Kissing her rebuttal away, his lips touch every part of her skin as he sinks into her lap, guiding her long legs over his shoulders.

Her hands quickly thread into his coils, tugging as his tongue glides over her clit, down to her opening and back up.

Over and over.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” She moans.

“Mmmmh,” he moans against her, driving her wild. His hands rubbing up and down her sides.

“Shit!,” she breathes. “Just like that!”

Adding his index and middle finger to the equation, she explodes in no time.

But, he didn’t cease, until he brought her to another climax so intense, she damn near pushed him away.

He chuckles, rising up from the bed to strip.

“I ain’t even gave you this dick yet, baby. Don’t tap out on me, yet.”

Sinking back into between her legs, his eyes lock on hers as they move in sync.

“I love you,” he mumbles over her parted lips, her breathing slowly picking up.

“I love you, too.”

Hips grinding against hers, poking at that spot that seizes her up.

“Yes, babyy… that’s the spot.” She whines, sinking her nails into his hips as he picks up speed with every thrust, til he’s damn near pounding into her.

“My god!” She whimpers, lifting her head up to look between them at the mess they’re making, not getting far as Lucky pushes her head back towards the pillows.

“So fuckin’ good… mmm!” He growls, hand cupping her face.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna—- oooh shit, baby!” Her legs open and close around his thighs, fighting off her release.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” was enough to drive her over the edge, her nails digging into his back.

Tossing her onto her stomach, he wastes no time sliding back into her. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Don’t get all quiet now… talk yo shit, babe.” He taunts, easily locating one of her many spots.

“Unh… fuck you,” she moans, rolling her hips against him.

He deeply chuckles, smacking her ass. “Fuck me, huh.”

“Mmmhm.. I hate you.” She teases, smirking once he grabs the front of her neck and begins to drive into her, roughly.

Her mouth falls open, nothing but gasps escaping as his strokes actively take her breath away.

“You hate me… but, you love when I get up in this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You love when daddy make you cum, don’t you?”

“Yesss, yes! Deeper… deeper, baby!” She yells, drunk on his stroke.

Doing just that, he touches her soul with just a few thrusts, her eyes almost rolling out of her head.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping the sheets in her hands. “Right there, babyyyy… right there!”

“I’m where you need me, baby?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna cum— I’m gonna cum!” Her arch begins to falter as her orgasm shatters through her, pulling him down as well.

“Ah shitttt,” his grip on her neck tightens, before slowly loosening as he fills her with his warmth.

“Mmh,” he sighs, pressing kisses up her spine as she comes down from her high. “You still mad at me?”

They share a laugh.

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catierambles · 3 months

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Blood Moon Ch.2

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Warnings: uhh business speak? mentions of covid? idfk

She was gone when he woke the next morning, a folded up piece of paper on the nightstand with her number scrawled inside. Smiling, he grabbed his phone, punching in the number and holding the phone to his ear. It rang for a bit before picking up.

“Annalisa.”

“Hey.”

“Good morning.” Her voice had gone from professional to soft and it made his smile widen.

“When'd you leave?”

“Shortly after dawn.” She said, “Didn't want to wake you. How'd you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a while.” Sy admitted, “They get that thing figured out?”

“Yeah.” She said, “Some overly entitled trust fund baby was pulling the whole “do you know who my father is?” and trying to get special treatment at Pendulum.”

“Ah.”

“He also brought drugs into my club, which we do not allow for obvious reasons.” She said, “He just needed to be reminded that he's a very small fish in a very big pond.”

“You ain't in the mob, are you? The kid ain't wearing concrete boots in the river, is he?” He asked and she gave a soft laugh.

“No, Sy, I'm not in the mob.” She said, “He was delivered to the police along with all the drugs he had on his person. I doubt he'll face any real consequences, but now he knows where we stand.”

“Any plans for today?”

“Working with distributors for the clubs, mainly.” She said with a sigh, “Reasonably certain we're getting gouged by one of them, so I need to go over the most recent invoices, compare them against prior. You?”

“I haven't been able to get a job since leavin' the service. No one wants to hire a vet, apparently, so I just hang out all day.”

“Do you want to come over? I can send you my address.” She suggested, “I'm not going to be the most entertaining person in the world while I do this, but it's something.”

“Yeah, send me your address.” He said and his phone buzzed against his head a moment later. “Switchin' gears. Last night was...really nice.”

“Yeah, it was.” She said and he could hear the smile in her voice. “Not what I thought would happen when I came to your rescue, but I'm not complaining.” The tone came through that he was getting another call and he pulled his phone away, looking at the screen and seeing his brothers number.

“Hey.” He said, putting it back to his ear, “My brother is callin' me. I'll call you back when I'm on my way over?”

“Okay.” She said and they said their goodbyes quickly, Sy accepting the other call before it went to voicemail.

“What's up, Pete?” He asked.

“You wanna tell me why your ex is blowin' up my phone about some chick named Annalisa?” Pete asked and Sy gave a growling sigh, running a hand over his face.

“Jesus fuckin' Christ.” He said, “Okay, here's the deal.” He told him everything that happened last night at the bar, from Tiffany approaching him to Annalisa coming to his rescue. He didn't tell him that he took her back to his place, because he really didn't need to know that.

“Ain't it usually reversed?” Pete asked.

“Apparently I make an appealin' Damsel in Distress.” Sy said and Pete snorted, “Anyway, that's what happened and Tiffany is havin' an aneurysm at the thought that I moved on.”

“I told you she was wacked.” Pete said.

“I know, I know.” Sy said, “Shove it with the “I Told You So”s.”

“Have you, though?" Pete asked, "Moved on? Because, fuck, Kyle. I saw what Tiffany did to you and what she put you through. We all did."

"Yeah." Sy said, "And yeah, I think I have. I dunno, Petey, there's somethin' about her. Annalisa, I mean. She's just...fuck."

"Yeah." Pete said with a chuckle, "That's how I felt when I met Beth. Like I got sucker punched and I was down for the count. Can't wait to meet the lady who laid you out." Out of all his brothers, only one wasn't married with a pack of kids. Military life had made that difficult for him, and his youngest brother was too busy being a shithead to settle down. They talked for a bit more before saying their goodbyes and Sy laid in bed a bit longer, staring up at the ceiling. His phone rang and he looked at the screen, but declined the call when he saw who it was. He may not have her number saved in his contacts anymore, but he still knew it.

Getting up, he walked naked into the bathroom to shower, closing the bathroom door as his phone started to ring again.

Leaning forward, he looked out the windshield at the gothic manor that rose up in front of him, double checking the GPS on his phone. Yeah, this was the place. Parking in the circular parking lot, there only one other car there, a dark SUV. Getting out, he looked down the hill, the town stretched out below. Hell of a view, that's for certain.

Heading up to the front door made of heavy wood, he gave a solid knock. It opened a moment later and he felt the smile stretch over his face that was reflected on hers.

“Hi!” She mouthed and pointed at the ear piece she had in one ear. “Yeah, I know the market's been shit, Jack. Doesn't mean you have to be.” Sy snorted, following her into the house and closing the door behind him. It was richly furnished in carved dark wood and furniture that looked older than his grandma, but was still in immaculate condition.

At her beckon, he followed her up the stairs and into an office, one side taken up by a large heavy desk with two monitors on top, the tower probably hidden below. A plush couch sat against one wall and he sank down onto it as she went over to the desk.

“COVID hit all of the entertainment and hospitality sectors hard, you're not a special case. Fact of the matter is—fact of the matter is and don't interrupt me, I compared invoices from just after restrictions were lifted, not before lockdown, to the most recent you sent us and it's gone up dramatically. Did you think we wouldn't notice?” Kicking off his boots, he swung his legs up on the couch, sinking down into the comfortable cushions further.

His phone went off in his pocket and he dug it out, declining the call and blocking the number. Maybe that would force the hint into her brain.

“You're out, Jack. We're dropping you as a distributor effective immediately. Oh yes, I know we have a legally binding contract good for another five years, but you violated that contract. Would you like to whip it out and read the fine print? Let me save you the hassle, I have it memorized. Clause number one: the quality of the product delivered will stay on par with the quality given upon initial agreement. Clause number two: the price of the goods delivered—what did I say about interrupting me—the price of the goods delivered will stay on par with market average within a margin of five percent. Jack, you've been charging us fifteen percent above market average for watered down swill in a fancy bottle, and don't you dare try to frame it as you were doing us a service because it means the patrons would have to buy more. We have a reputation of quality and integrity to maintain, and you have damaged that reputation.” She paused, a look of annoyance crossing over her features. “You are aware that your company is public, yes? That means I have access to your shareholder meeting notes. Record sales and a sixty percent increase in revenue compared to last quarter? Is that ringing a bell? You're sourcing shit product and charging your clients more for it so you can buy another villa in the Bahamas. You're done. Even if you violated one of those clauses, you would be done, but you broke both. Oh, don't worry about me, Jack. I already have another distributor lined up. Better quality and ten percent below market average. It's a better deal all around. No I'm not going to tell you who, are you joking? But you should worry about yourself, because I will be letting my network know not to do business with you and why. It's nothing personal, Jackie, it's just business. You will be paid in full for the latest shipment, but we will no longer be placing orders with you and any gratis shipments will be returned unopened. Toodles!” Touching the earpiece, she ended the call and sat down heavily in the executive chair behind the desk. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Sy said, standing from the couch and heading over to the desk. “It was kinda hot watchin' you rip that guy a new one.”

“Yeah?” She asked with a snort, looking up at him as he turned the chair to face him, leaning over with his hands on the arms. “I'm glad you came over.”

“So am I.” He said, “Annalisa—”

“Annie, if you want.”

“Annie.” He said softly, “What happened last night don't feel like a one and done thing.”

“I wouldn't have offered that you come over if I thought it was.”

“I get that feelin'.” He said, “I wanna spend more time with you, while you're workin' or whatever, I don't mind. Call me clingy, but I wanna be around you.”

“Again, I wouldn't have invited you over if I didn't want to be around you.” She said and he gave a soft smile, reaching up to hold the side of her jaw before leaning down, pressing his lips to hers. Her eyes closed as she held his wrist gently, leaning into his kiss. She suddenly pulled away, touching the piece in her ear. “Annalisa. Yeah, Eugene, I just got off the phone with him.” Sy pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling away, heading back to the couch. “Of course he was pissed, but it's not our fault he didn't read the fine print before signing.”

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

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