#awooga bark bark

[starchaserr]

Le sais bien

[anicehomicidaltree]

Good god Thor God-Of-War-Ragnarok is so fucking hot. Can all men look like that please?

[onebigsword]

Being normal tonight (colorized)

[futurewdclandonorris]

I'm about to start barking like a damn dog

[kmiuu1]

Just thinkin' bout Gojo Satoru.

Gojo x Reader, basically! :3

( Sorry about the small text thing!! I don't really use the small txt but it suits this style better, lol...! )

Satoru, the man who would gleefully get down on his knees and hands to worship you — his beloved, precious, endearing, gorgeous, and talented woman. The thing he finds best about that part is that you're his.

Satoru, who would prefer to be the little spoon as he loves your touch — the way you hold him so lovingly, how could he not be intoxicated by you and your warmth?

Satoru, thought he'd never have the time or chance to ever find the “love of his life” till he met you. Completely altering that thought, twisting and bending it a 180° degrees when you just randomly slipped into his life at one point.

Gojo Satoru.

Is the man that loves you. The man whose fallen heads over heels for you. Not the “strongest”, but Satoru — Your “baby”, your “man”.

If you were to ever say you liked “poetry”, he'd all of a sudden also be into it and conjure up the most corny yet breathtaking poems.

If you felt like homemade desserts, he'd scurry to get an apron and get to work. Hes good at everything he does, anyway... so of course anything he bakes will probably be the best thing you've ever had.

You ever accidentally blurt out a “Ugh, I kinda feel sick...”, and he'd be gone the second you finish that sentence — only to return with a plastic bag filled with prescribed medicine in SECONDS.

Of course, you'd do the same things for him even if it'd mostly end up as failures — but that's exactly why he loves you. Because you treat him as an equal, because you don't see him any less or more than the average human being. Hes just him, in your eyes.

Though, he knew the world of Jujutsu would eventually cause your seperation together. He'll be selfish, for a bit more — as long as you're the reason, as long it's you.

He loves you. You love him.

And that'll never change. Even if the world were to be thrown against the sun, even if the largest meteor ever recorded were to suddenly crash through the earth, even if a million natural disasters were to occur at once.

This may or may not be the first and last time he'll ever be so greedy for another person's love, touch, warmth, and joy. As long it's you until the end of time, his soul and heart belongs to you — and will never stop being greedy.

(*´▽｀)ﾉﾉ ( Did I cook guys?? Satoru gives me cuteness aggression sometimes, tbh. I wanna hug him so bad ugh. )

[hp-hcs]

happy birthday to lorenzo zurzolo, this beautiful hunk of a man

[honeyandmahogany]

Forget Halsins pecks, this is what almost every Raphael girlie truly craves.

[praetorqueenreyna]

Tamlin being foine as hell

art by @romannaboch on Instagram

[grumpyghostdoodles]

The Almighty Sheriff!

Save a horse, ride a cowboy~

[fbfh]

aged up to 18+ obvs has anyone seen life as a house???? anyone losing their shit over Sam Monroe??? just me????? mayhaps this will change your mind, specifically 5:21 (cw for off screen but obvious sexual content)

in the words of Charlie Kelly, OH MYGOD. holy fucking SHIT this is gonna be a real problem for me huh. I'm literally 17 minutes into the movie but I already KNOW Sam is so the type to listen to songs for sadness and sextape by palaye royale and do a fuckton of whippits and just think about you. he's half asleep on his bed, rutting into his mattress and the only thing on his mind is you. he wonders what your skin smells like. not in a creepy serial killer way - but given his reptuation at school he wouldn't be surprised if you thought he was some crazy stalker - but in an intimate way. he wants to know what it would be like to press his nose into your neck and breathe you in. he wonders what your lips would feel like, what your mouth tastes like. he wonders if you'd pull his hair, bite his lip piercing. he'd get more if you wanted to. he'd surprise you with a tongue piercing use it to tease you until you're totally desperate for him. he knows this summer is going to suck, but he's sure it can't be that bad if he spends all summer getting high and jerking off thinking about you and making mixtapes he'll never work up the nerve to give you, which is exactly what he plans on doing.

[ashertickler]

Sam looks like jerma985 now hear me out alright

starting off with younger sam, approx early-mid 20s

and older sam, around when he got turned and now

note the stubble, which developed into thicker stubble and more resembling a moustache and beard akin to what I picture sam having... like it's not a full 'stache and beard, instead much more stubbly compared to david for example... plus glasses but for short distance like reading and using screens... drooling imagine darlin rocking up with some article on their phone and sam busts out his glasses case and props his glasses on the edge of his nose to read it as he looks over his nose AAAAAAAAAA sorry

[grunkle-stans-gravity-balls]

You better BARK like you want it

[solarsturniolo]

𝕿𝖔𝖔 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 // 𝕮.𝕾. // 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

𝖇𝖞 𝕹𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖊💋

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: chris hasn't gotten off in six weeks and desperately wants to get off

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: SMUT / mommy kink / overstimulation / sub(ish)!chris / mentions of puppy sub kink / sharing is caring :) minors dni

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗: these stories are fictional :)

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2554

The soft hum was the only sound in the room, apart from Chris’s heavy breathing. Still bound to the silk fabric covering his eyes, all he could see was the faint glow of light where the bridge of his nose pushed the blindfold off of his face. He laid still, practically vibrating with anticipation. He could feel the heat from her thighs only inches from his face. 

“What’s on your mind?” Her voice floated around him like a sweet melody. 

“You.”

“More specific, Christopher,” she demanded with a gentleness in her tone. 

“P-Please,” he begged. “I-I can’t…I…fuck,” he panted, throwing his head back against the pillow. 

“I believe in you,” she laughed lightly. He groaned, feeling her hot breath against his shaft. He went to try again, but gave up entirely when he felt her lips pressing a gentle kiss to his tip. It took everything in him not to buck his hips up and shove his cock down her throat, even though he really fucking wanted to. “Try again,” she cooed. 

Chris paused, collecting his thoughts as he felt her licking at his tip. “You, you’re the only thing on m-my mind, mama,” he breathed out, shuddering as her tongue swiped along his slit, tasting his arousal. “Fuck, I wish I could see your pretty pussy,” he whispered, leaning his head up a bit. “It’s so pretty, mamas. I could look at your pretty little pussy for days,” his confidence grew as he spoke, and so did his desire for her. “Please let me taste you, I’ll make you feel so good. Please sit on my face,” he whispered, running one of his hands up her thigh, digging his fingers into the plush skin. “God please, I need to taste you again.”

Her hips sunk down closer to his face. His nose brushed lightly against her inner thigh and he navigated his way to her cunt with ease. With her silent approval, he nestled his face between her thighs, wasting no time to begin licking at her entrance eagerly. Her arousal was sweet, like the sweet nectar of fresh summer strawberries, dripping onto his tongue like honey. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. He had never tasted something more delectable in his life. If he was on his deathbed, his last wish would be to taste the sweetness between her legs one more time. Chris moaned, flicking his tongue against her clit. As if on cue, a filthy whimper escaped the girl on top of him. 

Chris smirked, doing it again, receiving the same outcome as before.

Just as he went to do it another time, his hips jolted forward, bucking into the air as a wave of pleasure ran through him unexpectedly. He whined, lips parting as the vibrations ran through his cock like electricity. 

“Oh, baby,” she purred. “You’re already making a mess.”

His aching cock throbbed, precum leaking from his swollen pink tip. He shivered as it began trickling down his shaft. “Holy fu-fuck,” he panted. Baby. His dick twitched. God he loved when she called him that. 

“Such a messy boy. Do you like how that feels, Chris?” She asked him, his name sounding like a lustful hymn as it fell from her lips mindlessly. She had no idea what she was doing to him, or maybe she did. She probably did. 

“Christopher.”

She definitely did.

“Y-Yes, yes,” he whined out. “G-God it f-feels s-so g-good,” he stammered. He could feel the vibrator being pressed to the base of his cock, stimulating both his shaft and his balls. He wanted to toss his head back, but he couldn’t bring himself to get out from between her thighs. Coming to his senses, he tightened his grasp on her thighs, pulling her hips closer to him. 

A single click echoed in the room. Chris choked out another whine as the vibrations grew more intense. 

“You need to be patient, baby-”

“C-C-a-an’t,” he exhaled, his voice wavering. 

“Yes you can.”

“P-Pl-lease,” he whimpered out and his hips bucked up unintentionally. He moaned as his cock grazed her face, he could only imagine the look in her eyes as he rutted against her face.  “S-S-orry,” he barely whispered.

“Look at you, like a little puppy in heat,” she giggled softly. She moved the toy, changing the angle that it was being held at against Chris’s aching cock. “You love this, don’t you?” she teased him. 

He was in no position to disagree. “Y-Yes, fuck, yes mommy,” he whined, moaning out again as another spot was stimulated on his shaft. “Sh-Shit, please can I eat your pretty pussy, please mommy, I’ve been so good,” he pleaded. “I-I’ve d-done everything you wanted, p-please let me t-taste you, I’ll do anything.”

She lowered her hips entirely, putting all of her weight onto his face. Chris didn’t waste a single second as he plunged his tongue inside of her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs; he wasn’t going to let her tease him the whole night. If that meant holding her onto his face until he made her cum, so be it. His breath hitched as the vibrator setting went up another notch, the click almost silent and covered up by their heavy breathing and filthy sounds of desire. “Fuck,” she squeaked out, rocking her hips against his tongue. “Such a naughty boy,” she hummed. 

Whimpers vibrated in the back of Chris’s throat while he continued to go down on her. He shook his head ever so gently, burying himself impossibly deeper between her legs. His nose pressed against her drooling core, his tongue against her clit as she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking herself on his tongue. There wasn’t a price Chris wouldn’t pay to watch her right now. Confined to the dark void behind the blindfold, he had to rely on his imagination and hope it would paint the picture for him perfectly. The thought alone made his cock twitch, his hips bucking once more. Another whorish moan fell from his lips as his cock grazed her cheek again. 

She tried to lift her hips away. She felt a tightening warmth in her stomach. She was close, but she wasn’t ready for things to be finished. She clicked the button on the toy in her hand, turning the setting up once, twice, three times. Chris choked out a cry, his hips involuntarily rutting forward again. “G-God, fuck,” he whined, running a hand along her spine and up to her neck, grabbing a fistful of her hair. 

“Chris-”

“Fu-uck,” he whimpered, pushing her face closer to his crotch. “M-Mo-mmy, pl-ease, s-so good,” he panted, bucking his hips up. The feeling of her skin against his shaft sent waves of pleasure through his body, his arousal running down his length. “G-Good b-boy, I’m a g-ood b-oy,” he choked out his words, a short pause following behind each word. His other arm, still wrapped around her waist, pulls her hips down to his face once more. He presses hungry kisses to her cunt. “P-Please, say I’m a g-good b-boy. S-Say I’m a g-ood b-bo-oy,” he chokes out again.

She whimpers, her grasp on the toy loosening as she let him take what little control he had. “Such a good boy, Chris. You’re such a good boy for me.” A shaky breath passes her lips as he flicks his tongue repeatedly against her sensitive clit. “O-Oh god,” she whined, attempting to lift her hips as she felt her orgasm growing closer. Chris refused, holding her in place as he abused her clit with his tongue. Overcome with pleasure, she released the toy in her hand, her mind growing foggy with her growing release. “So close, Chris, p-please don’t stop,” she pleaded, her eyes fluttering closed as her hips rocked against his face. 

The vibrator landed between them on the bed, pressing against Chris’s sack. His hips rutted upwards again. Unable to contain himself, Chris held her face down to his crotch, rutting against her at a desperate pace. “Aah, h-holy f-fuck,” he moaned. “Mmmhhh, f-fuck m-ommy,” he hiccupped, sucking softly on her budding clit. 

She wasn’t sure why she found it so hot, but his uneven thrusting against her face was driving her crazy. She stuck her tongue out, licking at his shaft with urgency, wanting nothing more than to get him off again, and he was very close to his second release. She watched in awe as his cock rutted upwards. “So needy. Such a horny little puppy,” she moaned softly, taking his dick in her hand and beginning to stroke him quickly. “Do you need to cum, baby?”

“Y-Yes, I- Aah, f-fuck,” he panted, licking and sucking at her folds, flicking his tongue expertly over her clit again, increasing his speed as he felt his orgasm inching closer and closer. He wanted her to cum first, he would wait as long as he needed to just to make her finish first. He felt her thighs closing in on him, his cock jolting at the feeling of her beginning to fall apart on top of him. “W-Want you to c-cum first,” he exhaled, sucking on her sweet bundle of nerves, his tongue running through her drenched folds. 

She whined, rocking her hips a few more times before she was coming undone. One last swipe of his tongue had her falling apart, the tightening warmth in her stomach releasing. “Ch-Chris!” She cried out. He pulled her down, flattening his tongue against her pussy as she finished, rocking her hips to ride out her orgasm. 

Chris lapped up her juices, afraid to waste even the littlest bit of her sweet nectar. His hips bucked up, the vibrator still stimulating him as it pressed against his balls. “F-Fuck I’m cumming. Fu-uck,” he hiccuped, arching his back, his shoulders tensing up. He rutted against her face once…twice…a third and final time. He whimpered as the warmth engulfed him, his brain growing fuzzy. He moaned out as each wave of pleasure ran through him, thick hot ropes of cum coating her face. He bucked his hips, an aftershock pulsing through his cock, another spurt of cum leaking down his shaft, which she attended to quickly, licking him clean. 

Chris panted, whimpering as the vibrations continued. He whined, bucking his hips up repeatedly. “F-F-Fuck,” he cried out. She took ahold of the toy once again, pressing the vibrator to Chris’s sensitive tip. “Aah, unghhh f-fu-uck, s-so g-good,” he sobbed, his thighs beginning to shake from the intensity of his orgasm, and now from the overstimulation. “Oh g-god, f-fu-uck y-yeah,” he exhaled, collapsing back against the bed, squirming underneath the toy that she was pressing to the head of his cock. 

She repositioned herself to sit between his legs, still stimulating his painfully hard dick. “You wanna take off your blindfold?”

“G-God please,” he begged.

“Go ahead, pretty boy.”

He ripped the blindfold off, looking at the beautiful girl in front of him. Her face was still covered in the mess he had made from his last orgasm. He watched with lustful eyes as she collected his cum on her fingers, licking herself clean. “So messy,” she purred. 

Chris couldn’t even form words. He winced, the stimulation beginning to be too much for him to handle. He threw his head back against the pillow, lips parted, filthy whimpers spilling from his mouth. A sheen of sweat glistened across his forehead. “C-Can’t d-do another,” he whimpered. 

“I think you can.”

“N-No, i-its too m-much,” he whined, his eyes closing tightly as he felt that familiar warmth growing in his stomach again. 

“You know what to say if you want me to stop, don’t you?” She asked, turning the vibrator up onto the highest setting. Chris bit his lip, throwing his head back again, his hips lifting involuntarily at the intense sensation. “Did you forget your safe word?” 

“N-No-o,” he panted, grasping the sheets in a tight fist. 

“No what?”

“N-No m-mommy, I r-remember it,” he exhaled shakily, pursing his lips as his eyes fluttered open, looking up at her. 

“Don’t you like when mommy makes you cum?” She teased, running a hand up his thigh. He looked at her, his eyes hooded. He could barely process the words she was saying, all he could think about was the pleasure coursing through him, the intense vibrations making his cock throb and twitch. He nodded his head, his mouth feeling dry from how vocal he had been. “You haven’t been soft all night, how many times am I gonna have to drain your balls before you’ve had enough?” She continued, enjoying the effect she was having over him. 

He couldn’t answer, he couldn’t even think straight. His gaze flickered down to her thighs, thinking about how soft they would feel if he fucked his cock between them. He looked back up at her face, her swollen lips taunting him and his imagination as he thought of her taking his entire shaft down her throat, fucking her mouth until her makeup ran and she had drool running down her chin. His third orgasm grew closer with each filthy thought that invaded his mind. Her soft lips sucking on his sack, his cock sliding between her perky breasts while she sucked on his tip, him teasing her folds with his shaft, watching her squirm under him and beg him to fuck her senseless. 

“C-Cl-lose,” he choked out. 

“Are you close, baby?”

He nodded desperately. “M-Mommy-”

“How do you feel?” She smirked at him.

“G-Good, feels s-so good-”

“Try again. How do you feel, baby?”

“I feel amazing, miss,” he sobbed. “Oh g-god, just like that,” he panted, her free hand beginning to stroke his length once more. “Just like that, mommy. F-Fuck, nngh,” he whimpered, bucking his hips up into her hand. 

“My, my… look at you, so desperate,” she whispered. She watched him, loving the sight in front of her. Chris humping her hand, so desperate to reach his third orgasm of the night. He panted and moaned with each thrust. “Do you wanna cum?”

“S-So-o b-ad,” he breathed out. “Mommy, oh g…I can’t…fuck…mmmh…mommy…” he panted heavily, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead as he continued fucking his cock into her hand. 

She abruptly removed her hand and the toy, shutting it off. Chris whined, lifting his hips up. “N-No, p-please, I’m a good boy, mommy,” he hiccupped. “I’m a good boy, I’ve been a good boy, p-please mommy. Keep playing with me, please mommy.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You talk a lot, you know that?” she whispered. 

Chris blushed wildly. “S-Sorr-”

“It’s fucking hot,” she interrupted his apology. 

“Wh-Why did you stop,” he whined, his dick aching with desire. “I was s-so close-”

“It’s about time we get to the fun part,” she responded, kissing him again. She noticed his heavy breathing. “You okay?” 

“Y-Yes, mommy.”

“You think you’re up for it?”

“Fuck, yes m-mommy.”

She smiled at him, running her fingers through his messy sweaty hair. “How do you want it?” She asked him. 

He let out a shaky breath. 

She chuckled. “Your favorite?”

He nodded. He couldn’t trust himself to form words right now. 

She kissed his lips one last time. “Go ahead, baby. Do whatever you want, you have the control now.” 

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: welp, niagara falls might go out of business after this update. part 4 re-upload!! thank you all for the love and support on this story! New part coming soon, i promise! please reblog and share :)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖘:

[caeslxys]

"why hasn't delilah taken over laudna at any point in the last thirty years if a new body or placeholder is her end goal" do you think THE delilah briarwood would settle for being TITLESS. didn't think so. next question

[alphauproxy]

Dragging him away from his computer to clean his dirty ass room.

LIKE BRUUUUH

[amiracleilluminated]