#suck it clean

[service4cops]

It was a secure facility so he had to walk me in, past the squad room, and all the way to the room at the end of the corridor, where he sat back, unzipped, and told me to get on my knees and service him.

When he was done, he got up, made me suck him clean and, as he turned to leave, said "now you just stay down there and take care of my boys".

So I stayed on my knees as one by one, the entire squad walked in and took turns using my mouth to relieve their shift-stress, dumping their loads down my throat when they were done; all 9 of them.

[adhdandcomics]

whoever needs to hear this: if you got a disability, if you don’t know if you have something, if you ever think “it’s not that bad” if you have a thing about guilt, if you’re ill, Anything: listen. it is okay to throw things away.

you can throw it away. if it sucks and it stresses you the fuck out, if you just “need the right time to fix it” for the past 3 months. or years. if you loved it once upon a time but it makes you feel kinda weird and guilty now. if it’s a jacket youve reaaaally been meaning to mend and then donate. a jar of sauce that “all you have to do” is clean out to recycle but it’s been a week and now there’s a small colony growing in it. slowly shredding to bits fabric scraps you plan to use to fix something. busted picture frame. cracked mug. old shoes. extra box. an entire pack of granola bars that you hate so much but don’t want to waste.

life is already so goddamn difficult for us. i know you still care about recycling and the environment and sustainability. but it’s okay, i promise. sometimes you have to take care of your space. sometimes you have to cut your losses so you can actually have energy to recycle the next thing. get rid of the old shirt before it turns into a tornado pile of guilt under the bed. you’re not a bad person. you can throw this one away.

[tworealms]

what if world was made of pudding

LONGER

[eternalgirlscout]

call me Albrecht Dürer the way I am. printing

[allthislatenighttalking]

[demapatto-art]

nobody told me watercolor was addicting. my coloring still sucks, but heeeey, I think it's looking pretty decent

[kj-beastboy]

Paperhatober Day 13: Plush

Build-A-Flug(?)

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Can my uterus not cramp?

I have He/Him in bio.

Audio source

[miujo]

⠀⠀ 🎼 ⠀⠀⠀｡⠀⠀⠀00　　࿐ྂ　　oh, to be free. . .⠀⠀⠀⢷

[kedreeva]

Every time I think about maybe getting rid of the self black line...

...they throw a litter of dark babies with perfect personalities

The camera could not even focus on them properly

I had to add white balance

There's still work to be done (particularly with skin pigment around the ears and feet, as well as toenails) but I can't seem to give up years of work turning them from crappy feeders to sweet babies, even if pretty much no one ever wants the plain black ones.

[artyswirl]

soon i'll be able to have this box weirdo in my animal jam house👍

[bigcatbulges]

Source - O_reowoof

[sergle]

there is something so quintessentially modern about learning about fiberglass filler in mattresses from tumblr dot come and ruining my bedtime by:

Finding nothing substantial on my mattress label.

Frantically scouring the internet for more information and the mattress website is all sof t blues and greens and smiling heterosexual couple and has a bullet point list with

+made without formaldehyde❤️✨️ +made without mercury or lead🥰💖 +low emission (???)🤩💗💯 and only under a company run blog "home sweet foam" do they say

❤️yes❤️ we do use fiberglass💅💖🌟 (gobbernment told us we cant use asbestos anymore😢😔)

[http-tokki]

do you ever look at someone and think “wow, my throat feels so empty.” yeah that’s how i feel about choso.

i think he would be so startled by that hearing, a little afraid and if he was honest, little turned on. his cheeks turning pink, covering his mouth with his hand to hide the confused smile creeping across his cheeks.

“your what feels empty?” his question is timid, afraid that he had heard you wrong and he was about to risk being outed as a lil freak but you smile at him, corner of your bottom lip pulled between your teeth at his innocence.

“my throat.” you confirm, titling your head at him.

“as in you want-?” he is still confused but it’s cute.

sometimes you do need to spell things out for him, the slang of the current age alluding him completely.

“your cock.” you nod and watch as his ears flush. “in my mouth.” the hand at this mouth drops in shock at your bluntness. “now.” you pout and offer a soft. “please.”

choso can’t remember who undressed who. it was a blur of clothes and hasty movements and all he knows is that you’re between his thighs, taking his aching cock deep in your throat and he is thanking whoever wants to listen that he asked for further clarification.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems

[zorosdimples]

zoro’s form hovers above your own in the early hours of the morning—long before the sun rouses from its slumber and greets the earth with smiling beams. a dewdrop of exertion trails between his glistening pecs and drips onto your sternum as he thrusts into you steadily.

after a long day, you are both filled with bone-weary exhaustion. but you crave one another (and a much-needed release). the swordsman’s movements are languid, but he fills you deeply. he’s thorough, meticulous, and intense; his gaze is molten steel and insists on holding your own—until you reach climax. he quickly follows suit with a growl, eye squeezing shut and head hanging low, sharp nose brushing your neck and leaving gooseflesh in its wake.

something possesses you in your satiated haze. you catch the gleam of your lover’s earrings, then watch them spark and clink together—a tinkling wind chime to soothe your soul in the dark salt air. you lean up to his ear and nip the shell before wrapping your lips around his jewelry, sucking the trio into you mouth.

the gold is cool against your sultry tongue. while you blindly lave at the metal, zoro groans, chest rumbling against your body. without warning, he flips you over flat on your belly; you squeal. he spreads his broad, calloused palms on the fat of your hips, digging his thick fingers into the softness. he lifts you up by the hips—just barely—before sliding his already-hard cock against your stretched, creamy hole.

“if you do shit like that outta nowhere,” he rasps before hunching over your prone body, “be ready to face the fuckin’ consequences.”