#wheewwww

[unlessyouloveeachother]

THATS OUR GOAT

[rheasbrvtality]

THEY ARE TAKING IT

[catgrassplantdad]

Does Mickey call Ian daddy in the bedroom🤔🤔🤔🤔

Ohhohoh this is one of my favorite things. Yes. Sometimes. When the time calls for it. When they're doing things a certain way and Ian asks him to. Or tells him to. And Mickey will, because he loves it. It's sexy. It's a fun way to play with power. It's a turn on to see what it does to Ian, to feel how much he loves it, too. Even hearing himself say it can send a filthy swoop through him, the idea that Ian can get him like this.

Or Mickey will be the one to whip it out first just to drive Ian crazy, knowing how it affects him and how it'll manifest in what he does to him. Just a breathy, whispered "Daddy" in the heat of it when he's all pliant and needy, getting Ian to growl and surge and grip him tight like he wants to devour him. Or a cocky "ya gonna give it to me good, Daddy?" when they're just getting going, just to get Ian to pounce on him playfully and ravenously. Until it spirals, spirals, and he's a mewling mess and "Daddy" is a mantra. Yes.

Thank you for asking. You can read Mickey having the best time calling Ian Daddy in my last kinktober fic if you want 🖤

[astarionsilverbough]

dad bod halsin……. not a new concept I know, but it’s On My Mind Always

[st-hedge]

(Calamity au) ancient Link is a mellow hearted flower child and I love him for that

[torawro]

me all last night every time my husband @ceoosbourne spoke to me🥴🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

[odetolove]

May I will give you my everything for a Mattsun and Aone drabble.

fat dicks! mentions of pain! eagerness! squirting! hehe ♡

— mattsun: can’t help it, it’s a deep and hungry ache residing in the pit of his stomach. thinks you look pretty, prettier than he’s ever seen you- and that’s saying something, because in his eyes you’re the most precious thing in the world.

so he should be more careful, should tug you off his lap because it’s not a good idea, he knows you need to be prepped to take him, you don’t know what you’re getting into.

that’s what he thinks- there’s not way you don’t know what you’re doing, dripping down his jeans, sitting your cunt firmly over the bump of his fat cock.

pleads and whines falling so pretty, gracing him, letting him know how much you want him despite never taking it. it makes him snap.

now you’re laying against the mattress, clinging onto him for dear life- asking him, practically begging him to slow down just a tiny bit, and for the most part mattsun does.

“you don’t want it anymore?” he questions, deep vibrations tumbling forth from the back of his throat- thick, heated cockhead rubbing your pulsing clit with vigor, spreading your slick- nearly spraying it all over you in messy spurts while he gives you a sweet orgasm by his cockhead rubbing your clit over and over.

“i-i do! i do!” you pant, eyes shutting closed, hands bunched into shaky fists against his chest-

that’s what he thought.

it’s a delicious tight heat- hugging his smooth and veiny cock, nearly bending from the sheer size and pressure while he pushes in, eagerly watching with lidded eyes, a careful and devouring gaze pinned to your pussy- he watches with a baited breath, seeing your little cunt stretch round him, pussy lips parting and hugging him- so so cute.

— aone: cant breathe, how can he? how can he when you’re crying under him, babbling out about how big he is, about how thick and how much it hurts.

there’s a deep panic residing in his tummy, tries pulling away, he’s tried to many times now- but your hooked legs push him against you when he does.

sweat drops down from his hairline, face pink and red blossomed down his chest while you cry under him.

aone hates how much he loves it, with a glance down, he can see the way his cock pulses, slowly, very slowly sinking into a heat and tightness that makes his knuckles go white with the grip of your hips.

“‘ts too big!” you warble for the fifth time now, and he simply nods- knowing he can’t do anything about the pain, no- not when you don’t let him go.

“c-calm down, it’s okay.” he finally groans, a low and airy, gruff timbre making you shake even more against him.

he folds his body down, reaching his mouth to tenderly kiss your forehead, taking your hands, keeping your nails from biting into the fat of your palms by intertwining both of them into his large hands.

it takes nearly an hour to finally seat himself inside, watching you cum- shake nearly in a violent state while the tip of him kisses an ungiving wall, teeth gritting down against eachother- and once again, he hates the way his cock jumps, watching you squirt all over a cock desperatly stuffed inside a too small cunt.

[perceiving-misha]

the next JIB is imminent so we better get analysing all those whispers and touches before we gotta do it all over again 😂