#so delicious and moist

[levaagrace]

They announced when The Magnus Protocol was coming back which reminded me of the fact the teaser description of the next episode implies something about Sam being in a different dimension which could be the The Magnus Archives dimension and the thought of him bringing the fears back into that world after everything that happened almost made me pass out from the sheer schadenfreude it made me feel.

[t00thpasteface]

my banana bread came out so angelic and perfect. and i'm going to visit unspeakable sins upon it. i'm gonna defile it so thoroughly i won't be able to look anyone in the eye anymore

[extra-stout-stories]

Feedist yearning is seeing a cute, very fat couple on the way to your local coffee shop and wondering: "Are they just together because they're fat? Or are they both one of us?"

[sigmastolen]

doing a shortbread experiment but idk i think i overmixed it :/

[absentlyabbie]

as a southerner, understand i do not say this lightly, but korean fried chicken is running fucking circles around kfc and popeyes

(we're not talking about your nanna's fried chicken or the fried chicken from that hole in the wall down home kitchen, we're talking fast food fried chicken)

tried korean fried chicken for the first time last night and i'll never be the same

petition to strip the acronym from colonel sanders and dub what the koreans are doing the one true kfc

[kissingarthurclaus]

Ok I'm...not saying this is going anywhere but I've been watching ppg all day with my partner and in one episode Utonium mentions that he has a good recipe for pound cake and first of all it's...cute that he bakes >//> and my partner mentioned that baking is BASICALLY science so it actually makes perfect sense

[scholarhect]

i went 2 youtube and i searched up still alive and watched it and when i heard “this cake is great it’s so delicious and moist” i had to pause it to laugh. because my primary association with that is not portal, it’s portal fan nerd memes. it’s ctrl alt del. etc

[voxmilia]

Got high and baked for the second time in my life and idk what happened but my amaretto cake is so lopsided

[3ashell]

my family lovesss the strawberry buttercream white cake I made!

[flowers-and-pollen]

Vote moist vote moist vote moist vote moist vote moist vote moist vote m

Art Battle Masterpost

[sttoru]

older bf satoru catches you masturbating <3

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). māsturbation. turns into cunnilingus. squirting. reader gets called ‘baby, angel, little girl’

you miss satoru so much. he had left you behind in his apartment after getting a call from a colleague, who needed help defeating a curse nearby. it’s been a few hours since then and you’re bored.

bored and horny.

you’re still riled up from the heated make out session you had with satoru before he departed. the one that got interrupted by that damned phone call. you need him back with you—for his slender fingers to touch you and his mouth to kiss you all over.

all you have of him is his shirt. you’re wearing it whilst laying back in his bed, the fabric seemingly oversized on your body. his scent is making you lightheaded. dizzy, to the point your hand moves down on its own.

“mhhg,” you cover your mouth with your free hand, not wanting to risk anything, even if you’re the only one in this apartment. you waste no time dipping your fingers underneath your panties, circling your clit with your thumb while your index and middle finger rub your moist folds.

all you can do is imagine that it’s satoru pleasuring you. he always does it so well—never once leaving you unsatisfied. you cannot recall the amount of times he’s made you squirt from just rubbing your cunt. you’re so touch deprived and he knows how to take advantage of that.

remembering that one moment where your boyfriend had you seated on his lap on the couch makes you increase the pace of your fingers. how he was so focused on listening to the news whilst gently rubbing your tingly cunt over the material of your panties, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

you recall how your panties were quite literally soaking after three whole orgasms. not once did his fingers directly touch your pussy, and yet he managed to elicit such strong reactions from you.

a frustrated whine in the shape of his name leaves your mouth. you want satoru back, so so badly. you want him to whisper sweet nothings inside of your ears as he makes love to you. that smooth and soothing voice of his makes you weak.

“fuck, angel,” satoru’s voice interrupts your little session. your eyes widen and you immediately pull your fingers out of your aching hole. you stammer and stutter, stumbling over your words as you look at the white-haired man standing at the doorframe of his room.

how do you even explain yourself?

your gaze flickers downwards which grants you the delicious sight of his bulge. his hand is right on top of it, indicating that he’s been touching himself before he decided to make his presence known.

satoru is panting, the sweat already starting to form on his forehead. he walks up to the bed and pries your hands away from your cunt. his cock stirs in his boxer briefs at the sight of you in his shirt. you’re so adorable to the older man. so needy. . .

without a word and like a starved man, satoru spreads your legs and yanks your panties down. your cunt is warm and soppy, the slick trail staining your underwear telling him enough. he doesn’t hesitate before diving his head between your plush thighs.

you feel a rush of warmth go through your body the instant his tongue comes into contact with your pussy. satoru’s nose repeatedly bumps against your clit as he tries to press his entire mouth onto your folds. his tongue lolls out, the tip navigating up and down your slit before pushing through, finding that little hole he can’t wait to devour.

“thank you for preparing my meal f’me while i was away,” satoru hums against your cunt before pulling back to allow his fingers to explore you. he glances up at you with a proud smirk before placing his mouth back where it belongs. he can’t let all the prep you did go to waste after all, “she’s fuckin’ delicious, baby.”

your hands pull at his hair in response, gaining a needy whine from your lover. he nearly chokes on both his spit and your juices. his hands hold onto the back of your knees and he uses that firm grip to push your legs further apart.

you’re nearly seeing stars. you didn’t even have time to register satoru’s sudden appearance. hell, you couldn’t even greet him or welcome him back home. that man wasted zero time in getting between your legs, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow.

you stumble over your own words. no matter how hard you try, not a sentence is able to form. all that leaves your mouth are moans of pure pleasure. your thighs shake and your hips buck against your lover’s mouth. you’re more than desperate for a release.

“c’mon, say my name again,” satoru sighs as he circles his tongue around your wet hole. he prods at it, tongue fucking you to acquire as much of your fluids as possible. your sweet wetness is making him throb in his pants, “mhmmm— my naughty little girl couldn’t wait.”

the older man feels great satisfaction at the thought of you being unable to withstand your pleasures. the sinful sight of you trying to fuck yourself with your little fingers on his bed, with his shirt on, is engraved in his mind forever. the second you moan out his name again, he goes all out.

satoru’s tongue doesn’t stop. even when you squeal and beg him to slow down because you feel like you’re going to cum early. that’s exactly what he wants; having you squirt all over his mouth and face. he needs to be covered with your slick.

you tug at his hair again - thinking that’d make satoru pull away - though the effect is the exact opposite. “nhh, do ‘t again,” he whines and moans against your folds, lapping up all that your pussy gives. the loud slurping noises reverberate throughout the room.

satoru’s eyes are closed, his furrowed brows adding to the concentrated yet content look on his blushing face. his lips, which are usually glossy, glisten even more with the liquid your cunt secretes. his eyes open every now and then to take a peek at you—to see if you’re still enjoying what he does.

“bet your small fingers weren’t enough, hm? y’ need mine?” satoru coos once he finally pulls his head back to breathe. he licks his lips as he stares at you with glazed and half-lidded eyes, totally pussydrunk. you don’t even have to respond to his questions. the answers are obvious by the way you’re trembling and desperately babbling incoherent pleas.

your boyfriend nods in understanding. he pouts at you while his fingers rub up and down your spread pussy lips. the pad of his thumb manoeuvres from your gaping hole to the little bundle of nerves at the top. satoru sticks two fingers in your cunt without warning. your high pitched whimper makes him coo at you, “yeah, i know, baby. let it out.”

the white-haired sorcerer pumps his long fingers in and out of you, a rhythm so addicting that it’s impossible not to give in. your back arches off the mattress. you’re trying your best not to stain satoru’s shirt with your juices, though you have a feeling he’d secretly like that anyway.

“am so close, ‘toruuu—fnngh,” you gasp and instantly feel satoru’s tongue replace his fingers. he wants to taste and feel your tight cunt spasm all around his tongue and mouth while you reach that point of no return. he’s going to try his best not to cum untouched in his pants this time.

satoru holds your hips with his big hands, keeping you down so he could properly eat you out and make you release all that tension. your pussy tingles and throbs, and you truly feel like you’re going to ascend.

it feels way too good. inhumanly good.

“cum on my tongu—“ satoru can’t even finish his sentence. a loud moan slips from between your lips, followed by a grunt from your boyfriend. his eyes roll back as your cunt releases more of its lewd fluids—spraying the liquid all over his mouth and chin.

you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to notice the mess you’ve created on satoru’s face and his sheets; a complete and total mess. the older man doesn’t mind neither. in fact, he enjoys it.

“shitttt, that was fuckin’ hot,” satoru flashes you a wide grin. he’s still somewhat drunk on you, which is visible by the way he’s licking up your mess from both his chin and your body. he cleans your cunt with his tongue—even if it’s overstimulating you.

he’s a greedy man when it comes to you. he wants more, more and more. whatever you’re offering, he will get.

satoru’s hands rub your sides to comfort you. he places soft kisses over your clit and pussy, as if he’s thanking you for the meal he just had the pleasure of devouring. he looks up at you with a cheeky smirk before laying his head against your inner thigh, his tongue peeking out between his glossy lips;

“think you can give me one more?”

[barrymccaulkinem]

gamer at the dentist

"oh, like in half-life 2? hell yeah I love that level lets do it"

[gentlefog]

my boyfriend surprised me with a choco flan cake for the second valentine’s day in a row…. 🍮🤎

after a really shit day at work (couple working same job working on vday big L) which also instigated an argument of sorts between us, it was a nice simple surprise from my man who i really love and who really loves me. i’m a very lucky lady.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Breaking a Promise

You love your monster boyfriends cock. It's huge, long, ribbed, a wonderful alien shape that you can't even describe. Beautiful colors are splashed across it, along the veins, glans, his balls, and surrounding the lovely hole that shoots that delicious load all over and inside you. You love to lick that little hole, pushing your tongue inside, tasting the pre-cum while listening to the grunts of your handsome boyfriend. His muscles spasm, he barely keeps himself under control. You forbade him to touch you this time. This time, he's your monster toy.

You glide your tongue slowly along his shaft, kissing every curve and stripe, every little marking. He can only squirm under your touch because he promised - he promised! - not to place a finger on you.

Smiling deviously, you continue your torture, soaking his monster phallus with your saliva. You suck his balls and foreskin, pulling them with your teeth. He hisses, his hands curled into fists. "Fuck... you are evil..."

"Evil?" You lift yourself on your knees and crawl closer to his dick. You kneel and start grinding yourself up and down along his soft creases, stimulating your swollen clit. "I am now."

"Fuck..." His head falls backward, exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He swallows hard while he grunts, controlling his arms, scratching the bedsheets like a nervous cat. "Please... Let me, just a little bit..."

"No", you snap, too focused on your pleasure, holding his dick against yourself and rocking your hips. Your moans become louder and you can feel your core aching. You push yourself forward, forcing his cock on his stomach so that you can ride it with more force. "Ah... ah... yes, I'm close."

He puts his hands behind his head, biting his bicep, trying not to look at you. But he can feel and hear every part of you. He can feel your wet cunt, the moist sounds, your pants and whimpers, your folds sliding along his cock.

"I'm gonna—" Your orgasm hard, screaming from delight, still humping his cock, making your clit pulsate. It is so intense, you shake and whimper like a pathetic plaything.

"Fuck this!" He grabs your hips and lifts you up like a doll. You aren't aware of his actions until you feel his full length inside your still pulsating pussy. "Ahhh yes!", you scream.

His pounding cock enhances your ongoing orgasm and just pushes the next wave forward. Hearing him grunt and groan while slamming your pussy against his groin speeds things up. You climax again, him balls deep inside you, chasing his own release.

"Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good... Your pussy loves my cock... It throbs around my cock... Ah..."

He presses you against his chest so that his hips can buck with full force. With a deep guttural growl, he buries his cock deep inside you and cums. He fills you up so much, you feel the pressure inside your womb as it swells.

After catching his breath, he says, in a most fake apologetic voice: "I'm sorry I broke my promise."

With half-lidded eyes, you kiss his chest. "You are not, you whore. At least you break your promises in a really fantastic way."

[grunge-mermaid]

yeeeaaah so they went with "character instantly thrilled to be a dad the second his wife shows him a positive pregnancy test despite him spending the entire movie saying he doesn't actually want to have kids"

which I expected

but like come on

there are other narrative options

don't be a coward

[girl-lostconnection]

Don’t know what came over me, but manicure-loving people keep winning (honestly it’s me who keeps winning, this man makes me weak in the knees)

Ghost with partner who loves painting their nails — his eyes trained on your hands, attentive and heavy as he watches. Ever so silent, like it’s only natural he watches your every movement like a predator sitting in the bushes.

Ghost never asks questions (like König does), but he watches you every time you paint your nails, every time the sharp tang of nail polish wafts through the air.

Ghost likes holding you in his lap, hands circling your waist, chin propped on your shoulder. He doesn’t move and doesn’t interfere in your process.

He just sits there, watching, palms splayed over your skin, eyes trained on your nails.

There is something about watching each nail get coated in glistening polish. Something about transformation that happens between coating and second dry.

Something he really likes to see.

Ghost huffs air out when you offer to paint his nails and shakes his head. It’s not for him to do things like that. Too pretty, too soft, too much

“Don’t need tha’, luv”, he murmurs, nose nuzzling somewhere behind your ear, breathing in your scent, grip ironclad around you.

You aren’t going anywhere. He isn’t done with enjoying it. Not done with enjoying you staying right where you are.

Ghost that mouthes at your neck sometimes, while you paint your nails.

Ghost that takes your fresh manicure “out for a ride”, encouraging you to claw at his back as he makes your legs tremble.

“Like tha’, sweet’eart”, low rumble and a faint grin, that is gone as soon as it came. Ghost licks his lips, feeling the delicious scratch of your nails on his skin, pupils blowing wider, breathing heavy and moist.

Like he’s too hot. Like the way you dig into him, leaving your marks makes him lose his mind a little bit.

Ghost that very attentively inspects your manicure after the “ride”, hums to himself in quiet satisfaction when he notices the chipped off polish on a middle finger.

“Gotta repaint this one, bird”, he muses almost absentmindedly, thumb rubbing the centre of your palm as he keeps a hold on your hand.

Ghost who pulls your right back in his lap, chin propped on your shoulder once again, breathing tickling your neck.

“Come on. Will need to try ‘em out when you repaint it”, he sounds entirely too pleased with himself, his murmur reverberating in your thorax.

You roll your eyes, heat creeping up your neck and demonstrate him your middle finger with chipped off nail polish. Wanker.

Ghost chuckles, nipping your neck and thrusts polish in your hand, eyes attentive and heavy.

You’ll need to repaint the nail anyway, god knows the sight of chipped off polish scratches you in the most unpleasant way. And Ghost…well, he’ll be there to watch.

And he will be there when you finish.