softkittenbites:

kinda wanna get wrestled to the bed and not know if we’ll laugh it off and cuddle or if you can’t handle how much you like having me pinned down and can’t help but leave marks on my neck

transsubmlm:

transsubmlm:

PSA

Thick men make me…so unbearably horny?

Men that look like they can crush me make cum drip down my thighs

Everytime I rub my pussy, I guarentee it’s to the thought of servicing a thick daddy like a slut

Muscly thighs? Hot as all hell

Chubby thighs? Absolutely incredible

Cellulite? When I say you are handsome I mean every part of you. You’re not handsome despite your cellulite. Nah, I’m here for all of that

Strecth marks? A tiger dominating me? Hot

Hairy thighs? I’m going to rub and lick his cock through his boxers so he can’t help but fuck my face until I beg him to fuck me

Happy trail? I’m melting

Broad shoulders? I want to put my head on your chest and fall asleep

Big hands? Slap my ass so fucking hard that I cry. I’m begging you

👏🏾 THICK 👏🏾 MEN 👏🏾ARE 👏🏾 WORKS 👏🏾 OF 👏🏾ART 👏🏾

Reminder that ALL thick boys are absolutely gorgeous and y’all are loved not just in a sexual way. You’re a work of art as a human being, whether you’re a submissive, dom, vanilla, top, bottom, vers, whatever. Keep slaying and never let anyone tell you you’re not attractive.

persephonaae:

your-monster-romance:

Imagine…

Your orc girlfriend pulling you onto her lap.

Ursa, to most, was scary. A massive, muscular woman with olive green skin and dark eyes, her tattoos and tough personality made her seem pretty intimidating to most people.

But you weren’t most people.

You had become infatuated with the orc instantly, flirting with her every chance you got (luckily you got quite a few) and eventually stealing her heart like she had stolen yours. Everyone had been quite shocked. But neither of you had cared, choosing to run off into the wild where your wife hunted and helped build your home, a cozy cottage tucked between the tall pine trees.

It was perfect.

Ursa was perfect, a thought that rang through your mind as she pulled you onto her lap. Her strong arms wrapped around you as she (careful of her tusks) kissed your neck.

“Hello, love.” She mumbled sleepily.

You giggled, only pretending to resist the affection.

“We have to start the day, bear.” You insisted.

“Too early. The sun hasn’t even started it’s day yet…”

It was a good enough point for you. You rolled back into bed, still safe in Ursa’s arms. You sighed happily, knowing that this was going to be a perfect, lazy day with your lovely orc…

🖤

interkos:

Hooo boy that’s hot nonny~

sticks-out-dicks-out:

Them: Orcs are horrible savage beasts with no sense of remorce or gentleness

Me: Big beefy… Ladies… Kneads bread with her big strong hands… Decorates cakes… Crush me with her powerful thighs…