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Can you do the older wolf and bunny boy but the bunny boy is a hardcore power bottom pls?
Older wolf x power bottom male reader~ ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა
W.C:. 1.8k
Tags: A/B/O universe, bunny boy breeding, anal sex, anal creampies, drool used as lube, rabid bunny user somewhat feral male reader, sloppy riding, biting, just straight up fucking (little vanilla), collars, bunny reader in mating season, ass eating, mentions of belly bulging (slight bloating from creampie), porn no plot ᕱᕱ
A/N sorry it took so long for me to write! I didn’t forget I just had s’many requests <33
Face down ass up, your bunny tail just swishing around facing up turned to the ceiling unlike your ears, those just laid flat on your head with the occasional curl at the end when the wolf of a man behind you flicked his tongue against your s/c rose bud “mh~ there please honey…”.
your voice strained against the pillows with your bunny like nose twitching and scrunching up while your cock weeps between your thighs yet to have been touched, not because you couldn’t reach your hand down and do it yourself! The wolf behind you wouldn’t let you, “don’t even think about it bunny..”
His hand groping at the globes of your ass cheeks making your skin all red under his hands feeling his claws poking out a little digging into you “I needa touch myself-!” Soft helps leaving your lips helplessly feeling your cock throbbing against your tummy with your cock head poking you all angry and leaky.
“you wanna cum then you’ll cum from my tongue or not at all you greedy boy” a growl leaves the wolf he always gets like this when his face is buried between your cheeks, territorial over you almost.
“Fw-uaah~” a soft mewl escapes you, of course this is the situation! How could you have known mating season was gonna hit you…? “Your bunny hole is just so greedy t’day” the olde male murmured his tongue licking and sucking at your pucker, his tongue circling around your rim not pushing in yet just making you lay twitching all needy and he knew this.
You were a young bunny boy pushing mid twenties but you weren’t innocent. “Push your tongue in already!” You squeal in a hurried demand your bunny tail flicking now annoyed with your knees all red from being in them so long.
“Don’t be a brat, you’ll take what I give you boy..” his tongue finally pushing past your rim sending trickles of electricity up your spine making it arch while your hole tries to clamp around his tongue with your rim all covered in spit practically winking every five seconds.
Your hands knead the bed sheets with your cock smooshed between your belly and the sheets making a slick wet spot under you while his claws nearly draw blood from your ass cheeks and he doesn’t seem like he’s letting up soon. Him unable to speak from his face delved so far between your cheeks.
“C’mon gimme more~!” You huff and puff your cheeks lifting your ass grounding it more into his face so desperate your eyes almost turn the room pink from the lust in your head, your bunny ears twitching all warm with rosy cheeks “I’m goin baby~” he’d coo from behind you his tongue searching for your prostate massaging your inner walls until your thighs start shaking and then he knows he’s found your bundle—your prostate “h-ah!”
Your jaw dropping helplessly for a second before you just subconsciously let it stay gaped open drooling on his pillow with your hormones all wild your bunny urges helplessly saying “mate” with every fiber of your being going wild under the older wolf’s tongue.
“You’re close aint you?” He’d ask knowingly while his hands slip to your bunny tail tugging it a few harsh time pulling yelps from you “yes!” On que as soon as those words left you his tongue did too making you slump upset with your bunny ears peeking up in disappointment. “What’s that for~”.
You whine slumping down into the bedsheets your rosebud twitching and puckering back up inside yourself while your cock lays a miserable shade of red with your balls so full it hurts rubbing your thighs together squirming around in the bed rolling over onto your back looking up at the older wolf with a pout of your bottom lip.
“You wanna cum that bad bunny?” He mocks you a little his hands thick and veiny reaching to give your cock a rough squeeze you could have came right there from his touch alone you were that horny.
“Please~ w-anna cum” you muffle out your lips all swelled up from drooling so much, your thighs trembling and before you could grovel and hope to get him to let you climax. Your older lover grabs your hips lifting you up off the bed and pulling you up on top of him with his bulge poking you right between your thighs while your cock produces a pearl of pre cum on your flushed tip.
“I’ll let you orgasm, but you’re not gonna touch that pretty cock of yours. You’re gonna cum from riding me [name]~” he taunts out feeling your rim puckering against his denim trying to clench or suck anything inside yourself while you sit with your bunny tail twitching like a fluff ball, a pretty pink collar with a heart in the middle wrapped slightly to tight around your neck and you were sure in the morning you’d have red marks but all you could think about was sitting on his cock.
“Ok— just wanna get you inside me sho bad~!” You’d whine and slur your words your insides so hot like an itch that you couldn’t even hold up your pissed attitude. Your hands fumbling with his belt loops with your bunny ears raising up all excited when you finally get his jeans down feeling his cock spring forward touching his shirt with a length just above his belly button having a long vein up the side with a patch of pines right across his base leading to another patch of hair across his groin with a few grays due to his age— god if it wasn’t for the fact you needed him inside you, you’d suck on his cock til he couldn’t put another load in your mouth.
“Hop on it bunny” he’d flash a grin showing his sharp canines to you making you squirm, you’d already been prepped earlier with his tongue and even so you always licked that slight burn when you were getting stretched out. “I’m goin, it’s just a lot to take” you muffle crawling further up his groin until his cock head was touching your rim making it pucker feeling his precum getting on your already sticky rim “just ease onto it bunny” he coos amused before groaning tilting his head back watching you lower yourself on his dick.
“Mh fwuahh~!” You yelp your rim stretchin wide struggling trying to eat his cock feeling him running your inner walls making your drool when he bottoms out inside you feeling presser right against your prostate and a small bump in your belly, “shit—never ceases to surprise me how much that hole of yours can take” his claws digging into your hips holding you on his groin tightly. “There—fuck!”
Your voice came out in feral heaves as soon as you felt his cock inside you it was like all consciousness slipped you and all your bunny instincts could think was “mate me” despite owning you couldn’t be knocked up by him you needed to be mated. “Gonna start moving—“ you moan bucking your ass down on him and start rolling your hips placing two hands sliding his shirt up his chest grabbing at his pecs clawing them up feeling his chest hair under your palms “such a tight rabbit” he’d look up at you biting his bottom lip thrusting into you from beneath feeling your ass cheeks squished against him.
“Hmf! O-h” you just gasp and desperately bounce yourself with your bunny ears perked up your cock begging to be touched but you wouldn’t dare do it, instead opting to get off on him while his cock head pushes and bruised your prostate “actin like such a slut on top of me, such a whore for some cock” he grunts out gripping your hips tight digging his sharper claws into your flesh making your tail wag while you hold onto his chest for support with your rim clenching tighter around him.
“Pulsing so hard inside me—you’re close~!” You whine picking up your speed bouncing yourself faster imagining the molten liquid filling you up, your rim greedily clenching and unclenching on his shaft lifting yourself nearly completely off his cock before dropping yourself back down on him “just like that baby boy, c’mon you’re close to I feel how you’re clenching up on me” his hands holding your hips tighter lifting you up and down trying to bounce you making the head board creak back and forth the sound of your sticky spit covered skin against his groin filling the room.
“I’m shoo close~!!” You can help but make purr like noises your bunny ears weeping laying flat on your head with your cock long forgotten about ready to explode feeling a hot heat building up in your groin “cum for me then, c’mon baby” he grinds his hands reaching around your hips spreading your ass cheeks as his cock disappears over and over inside you making a bulge in your belly while he thrusts into you bouncing you in his lap nailing your prostate.
“Ah- hah~” the drool on your chin running down to your collar making you all light headed sinking down on his cock one last time arching your back and rutting your hips like a feral bunny trying to get off before a wave hits you. “Oh hmmf—“ your orgasm washing over you making you clench tighter like a vice around the wolf while your cock pulsed on its own shooting ropes of cum all over your stomach running down your thighs while you weakly hold onto his chest for support. “So fuckin tight bunny…” his hips keep moving under you fucking you thrusting in and out of you at a rigid and erratic pace chasing his own climax.
“T’much~” you whine so close to collapsing on the spot when you feel him release himself inside you, his semen shooting out in spurts painting your gummy walls making your rim spasm while you shudder on top of him feeling your belly bloat a little. “That’s a good bunny” his rough voice groans giving your ass cheek a little pinch not pulling out of you “gonna keep it inside you all night right bunny? Not gonna waste a drop of my cum?” He growls out holding you close to him possessively massaging your ass cheeks with his claws making your cotton tail wiggle above your ass all happy.
“Noo~ I’ll keep you inside…” you pout moving your hands off his chest with your skin all sticky and sweaty in a afterglow laying on his hairy chest with your fluffy ears aimlessly flopping laying all creampied not pulling off his cock…it was gonna be a long night like that…”you’re already hard again? Guess that’s the saying fuck like rabbits came from” he’d huff out in one of your tall ears letting you know he wasn’t done with you yet, you knew that though. Mating season is rough and every time you get fucked in every position on the daily and this time wouldn’t be an exception.
What would it be like for a yandere bully and a jock to share the nerdy reader? Could there be some headcanons?
Yandere bully, jock sharing male reader head cannons~! ૮꒰ ˶ ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
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At first Jake and Damian didn’t wanna be within a ten mile radius of eachother, over time the only reason they started to get along was because you were being approached by some other boy. To say Damian was losing it was an understatement and the only person he knew as mentally insane as him was Jake, he didn’t wanna team up with him but atleast Jake was worthy enough of your attention like he was, unlike that stupid boy who thought he had a shot!
Days past the boy that first started chatting to you suddenly wouldn’t walk your way and who was comforting your broken little heart? Jake and Damian! Both there by your side smothering you in praises Damian seeming to be all sweet to you for once, you both staying at Jake’s house midway through having you face down ass up with Damian’s cock stretching your run to its breaking point while Jake just pets your head and coos sweet words treating your mouth like a little cock sleeve while he whispers “there’s my favorite boy, smarter in more ways than just books, so smart with pleasing us aren’t you, angel?”
After that moment it might have been sealed and written down in fate because there was no leaving now that these two guys had you in their clutch, sharing wasn’t ideal but for you they’d do anything and despite them hating to agree and they’d most definitely never say it out loud but Jake knew Damian was just as screwed in the head as him when it came to obsessing over you, Damian let up on the bullying not by much since he loved that face you’d make looking up at him with swollen cheeks sitting on your knees crying in the hallway before him— gosh he’d get hard just imagining those little lips quivering.
Jake would always make you attend his games you knew that but what you didn’t know is how he’d get the locker room cleared for a few minutes before the game sneaking you in giving him just enough time to get your back pressed to the locker with your leg hiked up nice and high while he murmurs in and on “when I win this game I’m gonna be thanking you so much baby, you’re my little charm aren’t you.”
Damian on the other hand wasn’t nearly as sweet with his words nor as gentle with you, he’d fuck you bent over like a whore in the gym storage room with one hand over your mouth not even caring it there was class going on outside that door he’d just lean his head down and whisper right into your ear “if you don’t want all those jokes seeing how slutty the school genius is then you better pipe down pipsqueak” you could practically feel the grin against your neck when he held your thighs tight
By the time study hall rolls around they are both so pent up and needy for you they can’t take it, having you in the back of the janitors closet with one hand in each of their pants just trying to get them all quickly so no teacher or custodian walks in and sees “shh it’s all fine [name] the janitor won’t be by for another hour or so” Jake would whisper to you in your ear and kiss at your bottom lobe feeling his cock throbbing in your left hand almost ready to explode as he heaves in your ear while Damian rolls his eyes acting tough for you but he can’t deny the fact his stomach was churning and he was on the edge but he’d be damned if he didn’t outlast Jake because in some weird sense he wanted to impress you more….no matter what even if they share you they will always compete at it!
Bottom yandere dbf x top male reader imagines~ ໒꒰ྀི ◞ ◟꒱ྀིა Kinktober week one!
Just imagining yandere Dbf named John, always coming around and over hanging out with your dad watching football working on their trucks or talking about something stupid with your dad, you being you coming home from college looking like a new man, taller and more lean than you were when you left at eighteen having him drooling inside.
Just imagining yandere Dbf! Who obsesses over you the whole time you were back from college having you wrecking him bent over in the garage with one hand over his mouth fucking him so hard the tools in your dads box rattle around on the table trying to keep him shut up while he ascends under you, feeling his muscles tense up and him groaning against your palm.
Just imagining yandere Dbf! who gets a divorce not telling her the real reason is because his best friends son turned him into a utter whore, fucking his wife doesn’t make him orgasm anymore, not after he had your cock rearranging his insides, John being a burley man and would never come across as gay but he was a menace over you, riding your cock like an absolute goblin with him having a little bit of a beer belly and a patch of hair across his stomach going up his chest.
Just imagining yandere Dbf! Who shamelessly stares at you while drinking a beer next to your dad, speaking so casual about you while your dad says “you’ve grown into a fine young man” making John just nod, not even telling your dad how you get John on his knees begging to suck you off, rubbing your thighs like a feral animal in heat undoing your belt with a sigh watching how your cock springs out of your boxers standing up.
Just imagining yandere Dbf! Who needs to be dicked down a minimum of three times a week, whining letting you drag him away from the annual neighborhood bbq just to have you spreading his cheeks wide and fucking him, groaning and moaning in his ear snapping your hips having to hurry up and finish fast, not wanting your dad to walk upstairs and see his best friend bent over in his sons bed taking it.
Just imagining yandere Dbf! Who secretly watches you when you leave back for college, unable to live without you stalking you and watching from afar wanting you back in your hometown already sending you pervy little messages about how “empty he feels” attached with a picture of him stuffing two fingers inside himself at work or a video of him stroking his cock on the couch watching football all hard wishing he was cockwarming you instead.
Just imagining Yandere Dbf! Who drives you back and forth to college, or so he tells your father even though he actually has you sitting in the back of the cab pulled over somewhere off the side of the highway with your cock buried deep inside his walls, never fucking him just murmuring and rambling to him asking him “d-o you feel me John? I’m pulsing so hard inside you, I’m gonna come and I don’t even need to fuck you.”
Just imagining yandere Dbf! Who tells your dad he has to go to the bathroom and grab a beer during football nights, actually sneaking off to your bedroom for you to fuck him feral like a bunny in heat gripping his shoulders snapping your hips pulling him back into your cock while you bite your bottom lip stuffing your moans cumming all inside him only to have him stand back up looking at you all love struck and smitten, smiling giving you a wet kiss murmuring how he loves you before pulling his jeans back up walking to the kitchen to grab a couple beers and walking back to your dad like nothing happened.
2022 favs ft jikook ao3 fanfics recs
i went through a lot of ups and downs this year but the only thing that has been constant is my obsession with fanfics
1. screwed up and brilliant [113k words] 5/5
2. hard to love [57k words] 5/5
3. Give me a little death [45k words] 4.5/5
4. drop like confetti [110k words] 4.75/5
5. The clouded star [174k words] 4/5
6. We hurt and heal the same [105k words] 6/5
7. fine line [115k words] 4.5/5
8. All in bloom [77k words] 4.25/5
9. This is inevitable [8k words] 4.25/5
10. You are in love [10k words] 4/5
11. what glitters is gold [123k words] 4/5
12. innisfree [ 178k words] 4/5
13. Armed with a spray can soul [55k words] 4/5
14. Learning curve [154k words] 4.25/5
15. Eight count [182k words] 4/5
16. It takes two [106k words] 4/5
17. Missing piece (in tokyo) [14k words] 4.75/5
18. Wicked and wild [173k words ] 4.5/5
19. Push and pull [ongoing] 5/5
I think my friends dad wants me. He’s always staring at me and this one time me and my friend needed him to bring something to us and he was making a fuss about it. Once he heard I was with her, he immediately came and met us inside the store. He also gives me $20 like everytime I see him “just because.” Also he makes sex jokes CONSTANTLY around me and she says he doesn’t do that around her other friends…
Dads Best Friend - J.Halstead
a/n its my first attempt at posting on here.. im nervous. i wrote this while exhausted and haven't gotten it checked out by anyone TW; implied smut, large but legal age gap dedicated to @hotchsbabygirl <3
Tiptoeing down your large staircase and into your kitchen in only your underwear and a way-too-big shirt you found in the laundry seemed like a good idea at the time. Grabbing a cup and filling it with water, lift your weight onto the kitchen island with your phone in one hand. It was roughly two am, and you were trying to sober up. You had been out at a party all night, while your parents had a get together with some of their friends.
Running a hand through your hair as you mindlessly scroll, you laugh at a video of you and your friend doing shots. “What’s so funny?” a familiar voice said, turning on the light causing you to nearly drop your cup of water as you barely manage to hold back a scream. “Fuck! Jay, you scared the living hell out of me.” You breathe out, a hand on your chest, the two of you choosing to ignore his lack of a shirt and your lack of pants.
Jay laughs heavily, and you find yourself admiring him as he starts making himself a coffee. You liked Jay, he was probably your favourite out of all your dads' friends. He was cool and really real with you- it helps he’s insanely attractive. “Says the one in the kitchen at two-thirty in the morning.” He snarks. “How was the party?” he follows up.
“It was good enough that I won’t remember it once I wake up.” You smile at him, and he sits on a stool near where you were perched. “Mm, long night then? Anyone, I gotta rough up a little?” he teases and you giggle. He was in his late, and you were twenty-two, almost twenty-three. He knew exactly how it was to be your age.
“Nope, it was just clubbing with some of my girls. This guy did buy us a whole bottle of this fancy shit, it was gross.” You smile at the memory and the corner of Jay's mouth raises into a little side smirk. “Did it get the job done?” he asks, and you give him a look, gesturing to your appearance. “Obviously, look at me.” You playfully roll your eyes at him, and Jay takes the chance to look you over.
Your skin had been cleaned of all makeup and your hair was messy, but you still looked perfect to him. but one thing stood out, the shirt. He finds himself laughing again. “Is that my shirt?” he points. “Is it? Fuck, I pulled it out of the laundry without checking.” Your reason. “It’s okay, I left it here last time I slept over, you look good in it though.” You laugh, cheeks red in embarrassment as you take the shirt off your body, throwing it at him, leaving yourself completely exposes as both your eyes widen at the realisation of what you just did.
Jay looks away out of respect for you, and it feels like you're not so sober anymore. “D-don’t look away, Jay,” you say, and his eyes move to yours. Unwavering as to not make you uncomfortable. “You’re drunk, put the shirt back on.” He says, handing it back to you. You huff, putting the shirt back on. “Hmph,” you murmur, and he laughs at your ability to ignore the shifting of weight on both of your hearts.
“I think I’m going to be sick..” you suddenly exclaimed, pushing off the bench and quickly releasing the content of your stomach into your trash can. Jay is quick to jump to action, taking a hair-tie off your wrist and tying your hair into a messy ponytail. He cleans you up, makes sure you’re not going to puke anytime soon and picks you up bridal style and puts you into your bed. “I’m not a baby.” Were one of your many protests, causing him to shake his head and laugh. He brought you a bucket and a water bottle along with a few painkillers and quickly told you to message him if you needed anything, and he left.
You let yourself think about what you just did. How could you be so stupid to think that was a good idea? You had been childishly crushing on him for a while now, but you never planned to progress it. You groaned, putting your head in your hands, then running them through your hair as you picked up your phone to distract yourself.
You felt fine now, you ever wondered If you had thrown up due to how nervous you were, not your sobriety. you were certain you weren’t getting any sleep, and that situation had left you almost as frustrated as it had left you embarrassed. Waiting until it was almost half-past three, you slipped in the shower. Paying attention to what you were doing, drying your hair and putting on pyjamas under a cute little set to give you that ego boost you so badly needed.
You stepped out of your room to be met with Jay, on his way down the hall to your room. You anxiously smiled, “you can’t sleep either?” you ask. It wouldn’t be the first time you and Jay had met up with each other early in the morning. But this time was different, it was tense and hardly platonic as it was when you were younger.
“No, I cant. I was coming to check on you.” He replied, now leaning on the wall next to the door frame you were standing by. “I feel perfectly fine now. Don’t know what came over me.” You gulped. His eyes were watching your every move with so much intensity like he was deciding something. “You should try and get some sleep,” Jay says, pausing for a second and abruptly turning to leave.
You figure it's now or never, barely taking time to collect what you’re doing before your rushing over to him, turning him around and pressing his lips to yours. He kisses back immediately like you were his form of hydration. You press against him, letting out a small whine as the kiss gets harsher. He pulls away, “I really shouldn’t-“ he starts, but you don’t let him finish. “Please, Jay.” you almost beg and his cock twitches. “I need you, please.” You hold onto his shirt gently. “Fuck.” He swears to himself under his breath, kissing you again, this time it's ten times more serious.
“Jump,” He demands, and you do so, legs wrapped around him as he holds you up. You can feel all of him and it's exhilarating and making you wetter by the second. He fluttering kisses against your neck, making you into a mess for him. “Do you want me to stop?” he whispers against your soft skin. “No, take me into the bedroom.” You say, and he carries you in and shuts the door behind the two of you. Needless to say, neither of you got to sleep that morning.
Bring Your Kid to Work Day
Not only was Timmy’s image of his father totally destroyed in the moment the announcer had welcomed "Dirk the DILF" to the stage, but something else dawned on him in the same instant: if word got out among his classmates of what his dad did for work, he knew that the “Tough Guy Tim” image he’d worked so hard to cultivate would be shattered.
Almost as though someone had heard that thought passing through Timmy’s head, it only took a second for a familiar voice to let him know how quickly that his new fear of irreparable reputational damage could become a reality: “Tim? That you?”
Timmy froze, hoping that, if he didn't turn around, then he could just slip out the back before whoever thought they recognized him could confirm it.
"Tim, hey! It's me, Freddy," the familiar voice continued, reaching out and grabbing hold of Timmy's shoulder to make sure he couldn't ignore him anymore.
Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Of course it had to be "Freddy the Fairy" who spotted him here. Given how frequently Timmy had bullied this limp-wristed faggot, he had a strong suspicion that Freddy wouldn't hesitate to spread some reputation-destroying information among everyone at their high school.
"Uh, hey, Freddy..." Timmy said hesitantly, still not looking his classmate in the face as he tried to think of a way to explain his presence here without letting it slip that his own father was the one who'd just been shaking his ass in a skimpy little g-string on stage.
"So, I guess we have some common interests," Freddy said, clearly thinking that Timmy had come here to enjoy the show. That would explain why Freddy seemed pleased to see someone he normally recoiled in fear from: he evidently thought that he'd just discovered that Timmy was secretly as gay as he was.
While Timmy could have -- and probably should have -- used that as a cover story, he didn't think through his instinctive response: "Oh, fuck off! I'm not a fruitcake like you are you little --"
Timmy was cut off by another familiar voice coming from behind him. While not speaking to him this time, just hearing what it said was enough to knock him off-kilter.
"Hey there, hot stuff," his dad said, apparently speaking to Freddy. Noticing Timmy standing next to his #1 fan, Dirk added, "Oh, great, I see you've already met my son."
Timmy went bright red, a reaction caused in equal parts by humiliation and by rage.
"What the fuck, Dad?!" Timmy spat. "What is all this?!" he continued, gesturing at the sleazy male strip club around him. "And why the fuck are you calling Freddy the Fairy 'hot stuff'?!"
Dirk's face made an expression Timmy was familiar with: it was the one he'd worn when he'd told Timmy he and his mother were getting a divorce, when he'd told Timmy they couldn't take a summer vacation, and when he'd told Timmy he couldn't afford to send him to college next year. Normally, it was a gentle, fatherly look that helped to put his son at ease -- although, given that his dad was still wearing a g-strip with dollar bills sticking out of it, it was hard for Timmy to feel "reassured" by someone who looked like a cheap man-whore.
"Oh, wow, Timmy... I'm sorry," he started, putting a hand on his son's shoulder. "It's just, well... I thought you knew this is what I did for work."
Timmy's mind played back all the things his dad had said and done since getting a "job at the club" on the outskirts of town. The clues were all there, he realized now -- he'd just chosen to ignore the obvious because of what it would mean.
"And, well, I don't want to drop too many bombshells on you at once, but..." Dirk looked to Freddy and then back to his son. "Well... Freddy here is my boyfriend, son."
Timmy's jaw dropped. This was too much. It was bad enough to think that his dad would let all of those men grab and grope at his body for money, but this?! He'd just revealed to his son that he was DATING the weak twerp Timmy had terrorized for years.
"Listen, I'll give you some time to process that," Dirk said, looking to see where his fellow stripper was in his own routine on stage. "I gotta get back up there in a minute, so we can talk afterwards."
Stepping over to Freddy, Dirk continued (now in a sultry, seductive tone), "And I'll see you afterwards too."
It would have been hard for Timmy to see his father kissing another man -- but what actually happened was even worse than that. Freddy took Dirk's head in one hand and pressed the DILF's mouth forcefully into his own, his tongue obviously invading the older man's orifice as soon as they connected. Dirk eagerly allowed it happen, obviously enjoying submitting to whatever Freddy wanted to do to him. As though that weren't enough, Freddy's other hand reached around and gropingly manhandled Dirk's bare butt all the while.
The body language spoke volumes: twinky little Freddy was "the man" here, while Timmy's dad was nothing more than a fucktoy himbo.
Freddy gave Dirk's ass a firm slap as the older man turned to start walking away, his eyes then glued to those two beefy globes until he turned the corner to go backstage.
"So, uh, 'Timmy'," Freddy said, dropping the "Tim" moniker that his bully had used to make himself seem more manly than his given name of "Timmy" suggested. "I have a feeling things are gonna be different from now on."
Timmy felt sick. He'd just learned that the faggy kid he'd been pummelling with his fists was now going to be pummelling his own butt-slut father with his twink cock from here on out. How was he supposed to handle any of this?
"But, uh, hey, how about this," Freddy said, putting a sympathetic hand on Timmy's shoulder in an imitation of the fatherly gesture his dad had used on him only a moment ago. "I've been getting pretty sick of Dirk telling me we have to 'keep it down' when I'm plowing into his muscle-cunt on the other side of your bedroom wall. So, I'll keep quiet about all of this," he said, gesturing around him, "if you let me and your dad make all the noise we want at your place, hmm?"
As Dirk the DILF returned to the stage, Timmy swallowed hard and nodded in agreement to the conditions Freddy had just set. His reputation was all he had and he'd do anything to preserve it.
"Sure, Freddy," Timmy said sullenly to the dom top twink who'd be slam-fucking his own father with total abandon later that night. "Whatever you say..."
no you don’t understand i need to share a cigarette with him
It's been like a month or 2 since I've posted.
Life update:
I have a huge crush on this man that's 13 years older than me (he's 33 and I'm 20) and I don't think he even knows I like him.
And we're like the complete opposite too. He loves to sleep, he can sleep all day while I have insomnia and can't sleep for shit. He doesn't really watch movies or shows and I love watching movies (like To The Bone), he has no creativity whatsoever and I love art and painting and sculpting, he loves games and I suck at them. He's agnostic and I believe in God. Not that there's anything wrong with it but today he called me stupid and delusional for believing in God and a part of me wanted to apologize. Like what the fuck?
He gives me mixed signals it's so confusing. Like he lets me feel his muscles and gives me back massages and since he has long hair he lets me play with his hair and paint his nails. And if we're going by physical features, he's everything I want.
I'm also a masochist and it turns out he's a sadist. He's literally what I picture when I think of a perfect example of my type.
And I know I probably shouldn't like him if he's calling me stupid and delusional but I can't just make myself stop liking him all of a sudden, I've tried.
It's like I'm constantly thinking about him, even when I'm trying not to.
And then he said that he has a history of falling for goth girls but the kind that are depressed and I LITERALLY TRIED TO HIDE THE FACT THAT IM GOTH AND DEPRESSED CAUSE I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO SAY I WASN'T HIS TYPE AND I FIND THIS SHIT OUT !?!?!?
I EVEN DYED MY FUCKING HAIR BLONDE WHEN I'VE ALWAYS HAD IT EITHER GREEN AND BLACK, JUST BLACK OR RED.
I TOOK MY SEPTUM PIERCING OUT!!!
It's a real problem. I'm over here in love with him and he probably sees me as this annoying little girl.
This is so heartbreaking...think I'm going to ⭐ve another 20-50 lbs.
Me being inlove is not easy. why? Well beacuse the love of my life is my f*cking gym teacher *hides my face and sighs* FML!
