#dear my blue

[theseandi]

colors of spring: indigo

— @clamcastle

[onewedata]

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[caluette]

bastard münchen game night ⚔️

[mgdln333]

[teddybeartoji]

im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU 😭 😭 😭

18+ mdni; gn!reader

puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck – it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch – but he's being punished right now.

he has been a bad pup.

a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.

sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.

the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.

the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs – it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.

he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!

his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...

another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.

"does puppy wanna play, hm?"

his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.

his eyes are glued to your center – his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.

(as if you aren't just that already.)

more. he needs more.

the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still – he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.

he likes it.

satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.

you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again – he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.

he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.

"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."

his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."

his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.

"please what, baby?"

"taste, please, can i have a taste?"

you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"

pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed – close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.

his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you – hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give him—

—ready to give whatever you'll take.

you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.

but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.

"are you gonna behave, puppy?"

"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.

loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.

the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck – a clear sign of him not getting enough air.

but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle – the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.

drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.

"such a cute, pup, hm?"

you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.

he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?

you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?

right?

+ @staryukis & @ohimsummer hiiiiiiii guuuyss.... puppyboy!satoru on my mind so i just had to tag you two too hehehehe:333

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Every single day I live in constant fear that trump will become president again because you stupid cunts on tumblr with no ounce of intelligence think that not voting for Biden will do any good. I'm sick to my stomach seeing this shit. You think that not voting absolves you from the consequences you think that not voting will make things better you do not understand that republicans will vote for trump no matter what and your inaction will lead to him winning. He cannot win. He cannot fucking win.

Vote for Biden and shut the fuck up

Edit: Anyone who comments asking if I'll block them and call them a bot for disagreeing, I absolutely will. Manipulation tactics will not sway me to ignore substantial ignorance and neoliberal bullshittery. If you're not a bot you're a fed so I think I'm being kind in calling you the former, actually

[newtonbridgerton]

hey creloise nation how do we feel about how every character in has a carefully color coded wardrobe (bridgerton blues, featherington yellows) and cressida is almost always dressed in creams and pinks EXCEPT for two scenes

the scene at the ball where she is wearing what looks like a white gown with midnight blue sleeves and silver accents which is inline with what the other girls are wearing now that they know the queen is looking for someone 'sparkling'

and then in the scene immediately after where she happily skips over to eloise and eloise incorrectly accuses her of gossiping about penelope and colin

in that scene her outfit is a soft bridgerton blue that matches eloise perfectly. is it to emphasize the line she says about eloise finding a looking glass to find the cruel one? or is it to symbolize the effort cressida is putting into putting her (pink) past behind her and aligning herself with eloise (blue)?

[somegrumpynerd]

A few more Freaky Friday au doodles, Dream is trying to keep up the act and Nightmare has been worn down

[aaronstveit]

a lot of people have said it a lot better than me but what i find most interesting about adam parrish is his capacity for being a villain, especially in trb. his path runs parallel to whelk's, and he could have found himself becoming whelk in the end. when he left monmouth in the middle of the night with the gun, there was every opportunity for him to do the wrong thing. he could have chosen to sacrifice someone else. he could have betrayed his friends. but he chooses not to. he spends his entire time in the series choosing not to become a villain. in cabeswater he tells whelk, "i'm here to stop this from happening again." throughout the series, he has the capacity not only for selfishness, but also for great cruelty. and yes, at times he is selfish, and he is cruel. but his character arc is defined by choosing to do the right thing, even when it is hard, even when it costs him greatly. and that is what makes him so fascinating. gansey and blue and ronan have these very strict moral compasses, and the privilege to be able to follow them. adam has neither, but he has his autonomy. he has the choice of goodness. and he has love. that is why he chooses to be good: because he loves his friends. and this is infinitely more compelling to me than someone who is good simply because it's their nature.

[toadstoolillustrations]

The shipwrights are out shopping!! You just know Franky was the most annoying little brother to do chores with <3

[Image description: A digital drawing of a young Franky and teenage Iceburg from One Piece on a yellow background.

Franky is sitting on Iceburg's shoulders, pointing urgently out of frame, with the other hand resting on Iceburg's head. A large speech bubble is next to his head and shows a bottle of cola, followed by two exclamation marks.

Iceburg has one hand steadying Franky's knee, the other holding up a shopping bag half-filled with oranges. Beside him is a speech bubble with an x-mark, to show his response to Franky's cola demands. His expression is disgruntled and he sweats in reluctance.

They each wear their canon outfits, Franky barefoot in goggles, a patterned shirt and shorts. Iceburg has a bandanna tied on his head, and wears a striped sleeveless purple t-shirt. There are small nicks and scars on both their arms. /End description]

[unknownlvr777]

good morning 🫧🐰

[theseandi]

colors of spring: light blue

— @662

[onewedata]

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[curio-z]

I just KNOW her spine hurt from all the slouching and craning

[kylekreepsmeout]

Reblog for for greater sample size.

[lesdrawsposts]

real