#love my sweet boys

[whitedarkmoonflower]

D'Artagnan // The Musketeers (2014) // S1E8 // The Challenge

[sourkreem]

birthday hangout!! they went to jasons favourite shitty diner afterwards :)

not him eating a very sugary burger fondant cake

[koyuxim]

" Care to stay for a drink? " 🥂✨

[danibee33]

[unlawfulsp00n]

oh my god Dick grabbing the rabbit before Clark whisks them off to safety I need a minute this is so freaking cute._.

[demaparbat-hp]

Grumpy, meet Sunshine.

Quote by @sstarbitss

[yuwuta]

satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).

but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him—in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.

[fuckoffwade]

"Say that again, bub?"

Muscle anatomy is my downfall! I have to relearn everything all over again if I want to draw my baby boy.

[cryforviolence]

i want him so bad. and not even in a sexual way. i just want him to lay his head on my chest while i play with his hair. i want him to ramble on about the most random things like "did you know kangaroos have three vaginas?" and i'd soak up every single word this man says. i'm so down bad for this little nerd. please please please, i want to be able to love him. LORD IF YOU ARE LISTENING ANSWER MY PRAYERS 🛐

[egophiliac]

i love your riddle design so much, he's so pointy and british. so gracious. do you think he would enjoy a brazilian goiabada

thank you! ❤️🖤❤️ it's just. important to me on a level I can't explain that Riddle have an extremely pointy nose that he can stick into everyone else's business.

also goiabada is sweet and fruity and red, I think he would like it very much indeed!

not me stealth-editing because I forgot his antenna whoops

[hikeyzz]

draining his balls making him cum over and over again just so he'll pass out and finally get a good night's sleep >>>>

[its-a-show-stoppin-number]

me after looking at a Harvey (Stardew Valley) fanart for a solid 10-15 minutes:

[beeluckylucky]

Send help

[figthoughts]

thinking about sub!dean needing to taste your pussy. 18+

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getting back to the motel room in the late afternoon, his desperate whines as you strip off to shower, shutting the door behind you, leaving him frustrated and annoyed.

needy huffs and pleading eyes as you return, your soft skin covered in little droplets as you walk past him in just your towel, ready to put on your pyjamas for the night.

his desperate hands grabbing at you to stop you from getting dressed, guiding you back to the bed and pushing you onto the mattress.

dean pulling the towel off you, his eyes widening at the sight of you, all spread out in front of him, a soft smile on your face as he kneels between your legs.

a silent look; a plea to finally let him get a taste of what he’s been so desperately craving all day.

a wordless nod in return; permission for him to make you feel good, to taste you like he’s been needing.

the bed frame creaking slightly in the otherwise silent room, dean shuffling between your thighs, his lids heavy as he takes in the sight of your slick core, the smell of your arousal making his pathetic little head spin.

his breaths becoming faster, so eager to please you, to make you pant out his name over and over again.

the soft feeling of his lips moving along your thighs, kissing and nipping at your skin, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your wet heat.

a soft gasp being pulled from your lungs as he finally dives in, lapping up your sweet taste like a starved man. his hands holding your thighs open, forcing you to let him take what he’s been craving.

little whimpers leaving his mouth as he looks at your scrunched up expression, your pink lips parted as you breathe and look down at him between your thighs.

his hips shifting slightly, trying to find relief for his throbbing cock beneath the denim of his jeans, his tongue still working wonders between your folds.

soft whines leaving dean’s lips as he rolls his hips into the mattress, humping it so slowly, without even realising it.

his eyes lighting up at your moans and soft words of praise as he continues his ministrations between your thighs. his cheeks and chin glistening, covered in your arousal.

the vibrations of his moans sending sparks flying throughout your body, your walls clenching around nothing, your hips jutting into his face, only working him up more.

the bed creaking louder as he humps the mattress harder, looking so pathetic and wrecked. his soft whines against your cunt sounding heavenly.

your hands in his short sandy hair, tugging a little as the knot in your stomach tightens. his tongue lapping at your swollen clit quicker, his hips moving against the bed faster.

breathy gasps and sighs of his name leaving your parted lips, rolling your hips into his face, tugging at his hair harder, so close to coming apart at his touch.

whimpers leaving dean’s lips as he buries his face further between your thighs, desperate to push you over the edge.

the pleasure scrunching up your face as you hit your climax, your soaked pussy clenching around nothing, dean’s tongue hastily lapping up your juices as his hips roll hurriedly against the sheets.

loud pants filling the room, your head thrown back into the pillow, riding your high as that warm feeling of bliss crashes over your body.

more pathetic whines erupting from dean, his hips quickening into a sloppy mess of thrusts.

a loud moan between your thighs as he cums in his pants, his once-hurried thrusts slowing into little jerks against the mattress, pathetic whiny noises babbled against your skin.

dean eventually lifting his head from your thigh, his wide eyes searching yours, a sheepish expression on his face, his warm unsteady breath hitting your skin.

a lazy smile in return, your gaze fond and loving, a huff of amusement falling from your mouth as a small dopey smile grows on dean’s face, making the outer corners of his eyes crinkle.

“felt so good. did so well, dean,” you breathe out.

A/N: pathetic dean will be the death of me!!! need this so bad actually like not joking LOL

also thinking about making a taglist and masterlist of all my little oneshots and drabbles? yes, no? lmk <3

requests and feedback are welcome! reblogs support me and my writing! ty!

[te4k3ttle]

My sweet baby son who I use as a basketball sometimes

And the lesbians the lesbians are here too

[sob3rdeath]

mdni, please! +18 content ahead. ♡

cw: oral (m!receiving), slight gagging and dacryphilia??

yuuta cries the first time you give him head. and i'm not talking about muffled whimpers or tears on his lash line, he truly starts to sob and hiccup because of how good you're making him feel. you can't blame him, can you? your throat's just too tight and the way you gag around his length is making his head dizzy. such a good, obedient girl for him, hm? he wonders what did he do to deserve it, to deserve this. you look up at him with your makeup all smeared and smiles, almost mocking him as you ask why is he crying? isn't he feeling good? and he just shushes you by bucking his hips up and making you work on him again. and god, everything is worth the moment he lets out a strangled 'i love you so much baby, thank you' the moment he's shooting his potent and thick seed down your throat.

dividers by aquazero.