#meeeow

[nightshadowhawk]

Garmadon Blast

[trannysideblog]

i love my wife ^_^ eeeeee

[johnskramer]

queen…never cry..

[mishinyas]

what a frustrating creature you are, vriska

[woahxo]

Cat folly

[jimmyjamjammy]

just a little something JonMart I wrote at 2am a couple of months ago

I’m a noob when it comes to Tumblr but I still wanted to at least just share some of my 2am writing, even if it doesn’t go far.

He could still feel cold, plastic hands run across his hair, his face, his neck…

He could still hear her voice. Her sing-song voice, drifting through the room. It was what made Jon suddenly wake up in front of his desk, gasping for air and clutching his chest as if it were about to detach itself and run away.

Beads of sweat had percolated on Jon’s brows. He reached a shaky hand to push his glasses back up to his nose.

Now was the time to cry, right? He certainly felt like crying, but no tears ever came. Jon never cried, especially when he was around others. But here he was alone so why… why couldn’t he cry?

“God…” his voice trembled in the air, “I- I could really do with-“

A small ratatatat of a knock on the door interrupted him. It was one Jon recognised almost too well.

Martin.

“C-Come… Come in,” he called out.

The door opened with a friendly squeak. Jon looked up to see the comforting presence of Martin looking over at him.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

Now that was exactly what Jon wanted. A cup of tea, prepared carefully by Martin; perhaps it would even be made with love.

“Ah,” Jon rubbed his eyes, “Yes, Martin. That would be… That-“

And there.

There it finally came. A small teardrop leaked out of his eye. It rolled down his face and Jon quickly wiped it away.

That was when he realised it was more than just one teardrop.

It took Martin only a few seconds to cross over to Jon and softly take his hand.

“I’ve got you.”

In that moment, Jon’s body took complete control and wrapped itself around Martin. His head was buried in his chest and his arms gripped onto his shoulders. Jon was scared that Martin would pull away, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t.

Martin didn’t ask why. He didn’t even seem to care. Instead, he ran his fingers through Jon’s hair, not caring how uncared for it was.

Martin was going to take care of Jon.

[wishitweresummer]

Signature Moves (Dream Team)

For my boys in Sitting Pretty - Coming Soon!!!

Each boy is an absolute tickle menace, that’s just a given. But, I wanted to give each a signature move that is their favorite to pull out against the others.

Dream - The victim must be laying on a soft surface like a couch or bed. He grabs them by their sides and bounces them while squeezing their sides. George and Sapnap are both so helpless against Dream and absolutely dread him using this technique. The puppy gets so excited and goes all in. He loves the sound of their laughter as it bounces with them.

George - He’s a little menace. Evil little kitty. His move usually requires a little help from one of the others. He gets the victim immobile and the tummy exposed. Little teases and taunts to sweeten the deal. Then…a single raspberry. Just one. A huge one. Wet and loud and sloppy, he shakes his head, really drags it out. Then he sits up. And the victim still can’t move. He makes them lay there and endure every last drop of ticklish tingles. My George is notorious for not helping his victim get rid of the ghost tickles.

Sapnap - This ones obvious! “Ohhhh George!!!” or “Ohhhh Dream!!!” and he’s on them. He will let out a warrior cry and then full body tackle down either of them. Sapnap’s not big, but he’s pretty strong. He latches his arms around them and tickles. Usually the startle plus the tackle is enough to get his victim caught off guard enough for him to lock his arms around them and tickle the absolute hell out of their sides and ribs and stomach and whatever else he can reach. The tickles are hard and fast, making his victims scream.

[sendpseuds]

A contractor came to my house this morning and approached my [evil] cat with such respect and confidence that I got a little lightheaded

[mindlessrot]

why do you all write carl x fem reader what if i want carl sucking my balls

[randomreader5]

What's cookin, good lookin

[eliosmellio]

i literally cannot escape these fucking space food cats someone save me

[lorelune]

licking jing yuan’s nipple while tweaking & pinching the other with your fingers…his whimpers echo in the room while the lewd sounds of your sucking and kissing continue…his cock is hard and leaking and its embarassing how he’s almost at his edge without you even touching him thru his pants ….sub jing yuan… slurps

SLURPS INDEED ANON....... A TREAT 🙏🏻!!! sub jing yuan is so tasty. he definitely makes you work for it too... if you climb on him and start making demands, trying to drag him around, he'll follow your lead if you put enough into it!! half the fun of it for him is seeing you squirm a bit at first but MAN. he's not counting on you to be so diligent with his chest. he knows its a weak spot for him. you put it together so quickly once you lick at his nipple and he whines. barely. it's such a pretty sound and it's a new one from your general :3c

[mintchocochip0543]

Stamps

Part 8

I take it back. This is my fav

[muniparlor]

Helen Henny Rockstar redesign!

im thinking ab making this a series but idkkk

[fuckmycrane]

My honest reaction.

Sitting Pretty || Jonathan Crane x Reader

summary: Needy and so incredibly horny, you seek out your boyfriend to treat your ailments.

Here's a little short thing for y'all <3

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, graphic language, swearing, unprotected P in V, slight degradation, praising, there's a bit of slapping but nothing too serious, adult content.

18+ Minors DNI.

Seeking out Jonathan was pretty easy, he finally had a day off of work for once but he was in his study anyway, reading over medical documents, prescriptions, legal forms, and all that boring stuff you didn't particularly care for. He hadn't paid any attention to you all day, a small peck in the morning before he slipped out of bed and went into his home office to work was all he had given you today.

"Jonny?" You asked meekly, creaking the door of his study open. You were in one of his button up shirts, though none of the buttons were done up, leaving your bare chest and stomach on display. He looked up from his work, quirking an eyebrow at you. Just the sight of him, his glasses sitting on his pretty nose and still in his pyjamas as he worked. He looked so handsome, it made you squeeze your bare thighs together.

"What is it, bunny?" Jonathan tilted his head at you, waving you over with a curl of his finger. Your feet padded over to him and you could feel his hungry eyes on your tits, nipples hard from the cold air.

"Need you..." Was all you could get out as you sat on his warm lap, an arm of his slipped around your waist. "Please... you've barely... given me any attention at all today, Jonny..."

Jonathan just smirked as he signed off another bit of paperwork, humming, not giving his full attention to you. You frowned grumpily. "Is that so?" He knew you were all worked up, he knew it from the second you walked into the room with that sad little look on your face. "Well too bad, too busy with work, my love. Maybe later." He mumbled dismissively.

"Please!" You cried, leaning your head into the crook of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut. Whining like a needy brat. "I'll take anything you can give me please... please... just need you inside of me, I'll be good, Jonny..."

Jonathan sighed, knowing how you were when you were horny. You wouldn't leave him alone until you got what you want, got what you needed. "I'll tell you what, you can sit on my cock but you're not allowed to move, do you hear me?" He grabbed you by your chin sternly, pen still slotted between his fingers. "No playing around, sweetheart." You just nodded feverishly, you quickly pulled down his pyjama pants, his cock was already hard and red for you. Biting your lip, you slipped down your underwear, letting it fall onto the floor as you ground your wet cunt against his head until you sank down on him, back pressed against his clothed chest. You let out a low moan, squeezing around him, you could hear him take in a deep breath through his nose as he kept writing, knowing your pussy had an intoxicating effect over him.

"F-Feels so good, Jonathan... thank you," You mumbled, trying your best to keep your aching hips still. Your clit throbbed with need as the head of his dick pressed snugly against your cervix in the most deliciously painful way.

"Now you've got what you want you can just sit there and look pretty for me, darling." Jonathan pinched your sensitive nipple, you gasped at this, clenching around him causing him to let out a throaty groan. "You've gotta stop doing that, baby, or you won't be allowed to sit here anymore." You squeezed his cock again at the nickname which earned you a hard slap on your clit, making you cry.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... you just feel too good..." You whined, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder. He could tell you were struggling to sit still, could tell you still needed more.

You sat there for a little while longer, being good, being obedient while he did his work and his dick sat inside you, cunt hugging it tightly and needily. But you were growing more and more restless by the second.

"Touch your clit f'me," Jonathan whispered deep into your ear. "Want you to cum while sitting on my cock."

"C-Can't..."

"Don't tell me you want me to do it for you too?" He grunted, clearly displeased with your answer. You shook your head with embarrassment. "Pathetic slut, can't even touch yourself, takin' my cock but you also need my fingers too? Greedy bitch." He gave you a smack on your cheek, face stinging, as he slipped his fingers between your sticky folds and rubbed perfect circles on your swollen clit. He was so hot when he was mean.

"Thank you... thank you so much..." You were a stupid mess, wanting to bounce on his cock so bad. He was touching you so perfectly and you hated how it turned you on even further how he continued to do his work even with you sitting on him, his cock fully sheathed inside you and his fingers working your clit, working you closer to your oncoming orgasm. You were thankful for whatever he gave you. Shifting your hips, trying to readjust, to get more friction of some kind, as you felt yourself on the brink of cumming, you got another hard slap on your clit before he continued touching you. "Ow!"

"Remember what I fucking said about no moving." Jonathan grumbled, you felt his dick twitch inside you, you knew he was close too, getting off in the way your pussy perfectly squeezed him.

You were dripping all over him, so wet for him. He twitched inside of you again and suddenly before you could really process what was going on he slammed his pen down and pushed you down over the desk, pushing your face down into the expensive mahogany as he pulled his hips out before slamming right back in. Jonathan couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take the way your pussy squeezed him, he was holding back bucking into you that entire time, so he finally gave in and started fucking you.

"Oh!" You felt yourself unraveling, creaming around him. "Yes!" Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he fucked into you roughly.

"Fuckin' take it, that's it, little girl, take my big cock," Jonathan groaned, slamming in and out of you, his cock hitting your cervix perfectly and heavy balls hitting your clit with a perfect rhythm. "That's a good girl, so fucking good for me, gonna fill you with my cum." You were writhing on the desk, your pussy gushing for him. "So wet, so wet for me, gonna cum... fuck... gonna cum...!" He groaned, spilling his seed into you, filling you with his sweet cum. Stilling his hips completely as he let out his own whiny sounds of pleasure, despite his rough treatment of you, his whines were high pitched and a bit pathetic, it only turned you on further the way his rough exterior melted as he came. You squeezed him further, your own orgasm still going on, milking him of all he's got and smiling to yourself, knowing you got what you want. "Fucking hell." He whispered.

"Thank you... thank you!" You moaned and you could feel his nails digging into your hips as he breathed deeply, coming down from his high. Your clit throbbing and your head spinning, you gasped for air. "Thank you so much... Jonny... love you..."

"So grateful for my cum aren't you?" He hummed, pulling you down with him, down onto his office chair again, softening cock still inside you. Cum dripping out of you slowly. "What a sweet thing you are..." He sniffed your hair, burying his nose in your neck. You just leaned back on him, fucked out and all dumb. Your mind was blank with pure contentment. "Such a dumb pretty little girl... gonna make you my wife." He praised, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips before he slid the chair over to his desk and continued his work.

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I hope you enjoyed!! <3

[juniper-in-peril-6]

Meowww *fancily