#pouncing on the walls

[peterspinkrobe]

YOU HELPED ME GET OVER MY ART BLOCK! (Yes I have a spicy version!) Thank YOUUUUUU

goddamn.

no, babe… thank you. 🧎🏻‍♀️

[homestuck-music-tournament]

Wall Covered in Blood DX

Album: Alternia (Bonus Track) Composer: Toby Fox Leitmotifs: Walls Covered in Blood Characters: Nepeta Leijon, Pounce De Leon

[crazy-dane-art]

Is it really a family photo if there's no chaos

[luddlestons]

scrolling back through you blog and OH MY GOD???? WILLOW IS SO CUTE!!! MISS CAT WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULD BE THIS CUTE???

This sounds like an excuse to share some recent Willow pics out of my camera roll of like 8,000 of them which is only getting more entries now that I started working from home!

Here she is investigating a popsackle, pretending she is innocent of the crime of knocking my headphones off my nightstand, creating new fashion statements, and doing her daily roly-polies

I have no idea who let her be this cute, probably some kind of trickster god, for she does frequent crimes

[takami-takami]

so sorry but . i cannot stop thinking about hawks + under/overstimulation and sensory deprivation...... he'd be such a tease at first, ruby red feathers ghosting over your exposed skin. naturally, you have a blindfold. can't let you see what's he's going to do next, right? you whine, sure, even practically purr when he teases you, but you never get more than that. you pull against your constraints and he likes you that way; at his mercy. you feel his warm breath against your cheek as he presses a light kiss there and, of course, he moves away as you lean into him. you hear his breathy laugh at your desperation, even his voice taunts you. "aw, you want more, baby bird? i don't think you deserve it."

"Kei," you sob, and he all but coos. you realize he's never going to give you what you need, and just when you've accepted your fate, he pounces. it's dizzying, almost giving you whiplash when you feel him all around you: his hands, his mouth, his voice. he oh-so easily reduces you to a moaning mess in seconds. he pins you down, your silken blindfold slipping off and you see his flushed face, his darkened amber eyes narrow in on your parted lips. "on second thought," he says, his voice rough. "I change my mind."

🪷 hehe

LOTUS ANON I THREW MY FUCKING PHONE.

[darksouls2yuri]

i think my fave thing abt petz catz 2 ds is that raising your cats stats generally happens by your cat getting stuck in an animation rather than actually playing with it

[skullboysfinale]

(Disrespect Halsten's loved one, and you'll find yourself in a similar situation)

[elitehoe]

There's a moment in the new scream movie where someone says "voice of the voiceless" and the brainrot kinda went brrr

[senseiwu]

I think she's finally figured out that if she hits it hard enough, the fish will start wiggling

She's been pouncing and rolling around with it for the past twenty or so minutes

RIP my sleep XD

[thetorturedbolter]

my cat seems to be hunting the bathtub? what a weirdo (affectionate)

[red-velvet-0w0]

oh fuck the paranoias back and not in a fun way.

oh god brain please stop this

nonononononononno please stop

[swordmaid]

hehe spawn shri’iia’s fangs looking like spider pincers imagine if she can click them

[redbean-nom]

slowly chugging away at animating a grogu fight scene because i support his right to fight like an old republic jedi

[monstersholygrail]

Full moon with your werewolf bf except you're the one being chained up. You aren't exactly sure how you convinced your bf to do it. He had always made sure to keep himself chained in the cellar during that time of the month. But after your incessant begging he had given in. Under this one condition.

You have to be chained up in his place. When asked why he had told you the intensity of his full form may frighten you but to stay calm. He tells you that as soon as he's caught onto your scent he won't be able to let you go and running will only make him all the more quicker to mount you. You didn't know what you were getting into.

Now as your wrists dig into the cold metal... you know. And you want more.

The unsympathetic chains dig into your wrists as your fully turned bf fucks into you with abandon, his claws piercing your skin as your greedy hole sucks his cock back in with every thrust.

As your werewolf bf plows you into another sweeping orgasm, your back arches, a loud groan echoing off the cobblestone walls. Pain mixing in with the pleasure as your pussy weeps, milking your bfs cock and trying to push him out at the same time as he cums right after you.

Your cunt is so full his release spills out of you and splashes against the concrete floor. Eyes squeezing shut, your mind and body war against each other. Though body quickly wins out.

“Ah— dammit! I need a break. Baby, please, I need a break,” you beg, your body aching yet also wanting more. The need for rest briefly overpowers your never-ending craving.

But your werewolf bf merely growls ferociously, jaw snapping in his displeasure. Leaning his giant form over you, he cages you in, teeth sinking into your neck. Making his claim clear before his hips start snapping back inside of you.

Your cunt flutters helplessly around his girth and you whine, needing even only a moment. With his warm fur covering you, a light sweat begins to glisten across your body. Allowing the grip of the chains on your wrists to loosen just enough.

So when your werewolf bf throws his head back and howls, you take your chance. Slipping out from under him and bolting toward the door. A part of you maybe even wanting it to get to this point. To have your werewolf chase and mount you brutally.

Furious growls vibrate through the quiet night, your bf right on your tail as you run toward the surrounding forest. Just as you’re about to make a break into the trees, werewolf bf pounces, crashing into the hard grass and taking you with him.

His arms curl around you as you both tumble through the thicket. Either to protect you from the harsh wood or making sure you can’t get away again. Probably both.

The moment you two stop, werewolf bf doesn’t hesitate to mount you and slam his cock back deep inside your pussy. Letting you know he’s right where he belongs again. Ready to force orgasm after orgasm out of your tired cunt for the rest of the night.

You see his long claws appear in front of you and you know you’re not getting away again. He’s caught his prey and he isn’t giving it up. A lazy fucked out smile graces your lips as your next orgasm begins to build.

[slvttyplum]

you got waxed every so often, and when you did, suguru would pay for them, drop you off, pick you up, and everything.

even though your pussy was bald, suguru hated when you got waxed because he couldn’t fuck you right after, and you were so tempting.

you would wear this cute little outfit that was breathable, and he would want to pounce on you right then and there, but you would hit him with the same thing every time…

“we can't, baby, for 24 hours.” and he’ll hit his head into the steering wheel repeatedly; he hates that shit.

one time he was genuinely curious, so when the both of you came back to him, he waited it out for a couple of hours, then went for it.

dragging you into the bedroom and stripping your clothes off.

“i just want to look chill.” that is NOT what he just wanted to do; he was testing his luck and yours.

once he saw your pussy and how pretty it looked, he couldn’t hold back, even if he ended up changing his mind and being obedient to what you said.

of course, you pleaded with him and whimpered and whined for him to listen to what your wax lady said, but once his mouth was latched on your pussy, those thoughts were in the trash and your fingers were in his hair.

his tongue swirling all around your folds to your clit and flicking it, then lightly sucking on it eagerly. there it was, your familiar taste floating throughout his mouth, and to him, it tasted even better.

his hands sliding up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a light squeeze, then taking his thumb and index finger and rubbing your nipples.

moans and moans slipping out of your mouth, it felt so good, like he was licking throughout your body.

he was down between your legs for thirty minutes, taking in your taste, and your fluids were dripping down his mouth and his chin.

“i knew it; you tasted better right after.” after he says this, he unzips his pants, lines himself up quickly before you can protest, and slips himself inside your dripping pussy.

you’re dripping all around and down his shaft; he’s practically spasming from how good you feel and how soft his favorite girl is down there.

he wastes no time before pushing into you over and over again, your head all over the place to even say anything, nor did you care, because he was fucking you too good.

whenever he was sliding out of you, your walls clung onto him while still being wet enough to

making him want to cum right then and there.

“don’t… ever tell me... i can’t fuck this pussy after,he says before he fully slams into you again, his hands gripping your hips so tight you’re numbing.

and you’re just out of it, taking everything he’s giving to you; it feels way too good for him to stop.

“whose pussy is this?” pushing into you deeper and bringing his hand up to smack your ass, the pain and pleasure making you moan.

“yours! fuck, it’s yours!” is all you can say without thinking. with no final thoughts, he cums inside you, the cum slowly filling you up.

“it’s mine. we’re not waiting 24 hours anymore.” and you didn’t.

after every appointment, he obliterated your pussy, and you loved it.

[dumbbitchgalore]

Happy Wife, Happy Life 🤷🏽‍♀️ (🌽 Link)

Old Man!Price with a huge beer belly is always excited when you cook him a home cooked meal.

During his time in the SAS, John would absentmindedly fantasise about the bliss of domesticity. Of coming home to a well-loved house filled with knick-knacks with you giving John a soft smile while telling him that dinner will be on the table in a few.

Sometimes John tries to think about what religious good that he has ever done to have you in his life and he is fully convinced that domestic bliss does not exist without you in it. Pride and pity fills him up when he thinks about all the sad bastards out there who have never had the privilege of seeing you.

With all those years of training, he's developed some self restraint. He doesn't pounce straight away, wanting to take his sweet time with you.

John will sit in the living room watching you cook a hearty meal for the two of you, in your apron and not so cute pyjamas underneath which gives you such a wifely hue that he can never get over.

You plate dinner up and fix the dining table for dinner before you beckon him to sit down and eat. The mundanity of the conversation is what makes John's mind run a mile a minute. Having a beautiful wife, a delicious meal and talking about anything and everything that does relate to work. He can finally switch his mind off, he's away from the screams and shouts of the battlefield and is in the security of the four walls you share together,

Instead of the cries of the innocent and the ricochet of rockets banging in his eardrums, it's your sweet voice and loud laughs that echo in his ear like the melody of sirens. He's entranced and he only falls deeper. After dinner, John will help you clear the table, wash the dirty dishes and put away the leftovers for tomorrow's lunch.

You and John both walk to your bedroom and make your way to the en suite with John tailing behind you. Getting started with your nightly routine, he'll walk up behind you slowly yet purposefully, resting his hands on your hips before snaking his burly arms around your waist with your back flush against his chest, earning a chuckle from you. 

A searing kiss on your shoulder, making his way to the curve of your neck, licking and nipping. Your face begins to flush and feel hot. A quiet, content sigh leaves your lips as John nuzzles into your neck with one hand squeezing your tits occasionally pinching your nipple. 

“Come on, petal. The bed’s right there.” He’ll murmur against your skin like a lovesick puppy. 

You try to protest only to have John already tugging you away from the bathroom sink to the bed. He’ll push you into the bed, settling in between your thighs. John will look up, hungry, desperate and absolutely pathetic. Peppering your inner thigh with chaste kisses, he makes his way to your clothed cunt. 

“Been missing this good girl.” John buries his face into your cunt as it begins to soak your panties slightly. Groaning at the scent of you, he sucks on your panties. His saliva mixing with the arousal staining your panties. Eyes dilating as your soft mewls reverberate off the walls, John gets drunk of your noises. 

“Forgot to take Viagra, hun. It’s just my mouth and hands for the night.” He looks at you apologetically. 

You groan, hastily taking off your panties before shoving his face forcefully into your sopping pussy.

“More than enough, big bear.” A shudder gasp leaves your lips as John sucks on your clit, your thighs lock his head in place, pulling him even closer than before. 

Blissful domesticity. John’s addiction.