#they live rent free in my head and can stay there

[pazza-di-te]

Price... That man lives in my head rent free.. and he can surely stay there. But! Spirits, please, I want to body worship this man so bad. Run my hand through his happy trail, kiss my way up his thighs while looking into his eyes, want to drag my nails over his scalp and then down the length of his spine, want to slap that mans ass cheeks so bad to hear them clap. Please tell me I am not alone with this?

worshipping John's body is what he deserves!

// Body worship, kinda sub!price?, blow jobs, body hair, face fucking

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▪︎ Imagine him tired from work and you help him relax with a blowjob

▪︎ His shirt already taken off leaving him only in his work pants, him standing with his back against the walls, you on your pretty face facing him.

▪︎ You kiss his lips slowly, savouring his presence now that his back home with you.

▪︎ While your lips are busy, your hands got busier running through his rough hairy chest, feeling where and how each strand moves against his pecs. Your fingers graze lower and lower, downward to his hefty stomach. Got a bit pudgier after the stomach-filling dinner you prepared for him.

▪︎ Hands are now on his belt, and you let go of the kiss instead leaving pecks on his cheeks to focus on undoing the belt.

▪︎ You try to suppress a moan just seeing his thick bush peeking out of his briefs. You dont waste any time, and quickly undressed his underwear along with his pants, dropping it by his ankles.

▪︎ You on the hand dropped on your knees and smile at the twitching member right in front of your face

▪︎ "Don't tease me luv...."

▪︎ You don't plan to.

▪︎ You grabbed his member, stroking it and collecting pre by the tip. Price groans.

▪︎ You kiss his tip, savouring the musky taste of it. Slowly and surely, you lowered your head, taking him in inch by inch.

▪︎ "ffuckin hell..."

▪︎ drool escapes your mouth as you try to control your breathing through your nose, you feel your own panties get.

▪︎ suddenly you feel a heavy hand on your head, slowly putting more inches into your warm mouth and you moan, the vibrations causing John's legs to slightly quiver.

▪︎ Fast forward to your spit and his pre mixing as his hand guide you faster and faster down on his shaft, his heavy groans and deep moans echo in your ear.

▪︎ Your hands grip his thighs pushing him more into your mouth as you gag and your nose deep into his bush.

▪︎ "Fu-fucking hell love... That's it."

▪︎ Both of his rugged hands grip your head, and his thrusts into you harder, gagging noises and deep grunts feel the air until you feel his pelvis stutter in movement and next thing you know, thick lines of liquid slide down your throat.

▪︎ "bout to put a ring on ya if you keep greeting me home like that sweeatheart..."

[bekkomi]

What are you looking at?

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

ᴀxʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇ - ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪꜱᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ

“𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗’ 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.”

“𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍?”

[sunbloomdew]

he's not fooling anyone

the og meme

[erdarielthewhumper]

Caretaker and whumpee pair where there's no love lost between them, but the caretaker still does what they can to help the whumpee is actually a really Good Trope. Like, maybe the characters are rivals, maybe there's something in their past, maybe they just generally dislike each other as people, but one way or another, they're kind of on bad terms.

But whether out of pragmatic necessity (like it's clear they'll have to work together to escape or else neither will, or because as long as the villains are hurting whumpee they're leaving the caretaker alone, or because the whumpee's continued survival just is in some way vital to the organization they work for, or whatever) or simply out of basic human decency, when the two are stuck together in a bad situation and whumpee's badly hurt, the caretaker does what they can to help

[tightjeansjavi]

the lore for pornstar!joel runs so so so deep 🥺 my mans just wants to be loved

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I volunteer

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hello

You spark joy

That is all

Good day

Marie Kondo can’t get rid of me now

[koifsssh]

a small gift for @cookie-catcoon !

oh... i cant seem to get them out of my head... he would try to learn spanish, i think. He wants to be able to communicate with all of his friends, of course!

I do think he'd be successful, he'd probably sound a little funny until he's developed his accent. (i know it took me a while...)

he's not very good at expressing how he feels about anything to be frank with you... so he probably speaks through flowers and small thoughtful little gifts... (most likely needs help from julie when it comes to flowers! bahaha!)

[ translation! : "Ah... um... th-this flower reminded me of you..."

"For me?" ]

I adore them both so much... bah!

[taylor]

still reeling over the fact that almost 2 months ago the guy i was talking to (not dating, but definitely 'seeing') took another girl TO MY AND MY ROOMMATE'S APARTMENT to FUCK HER ON OUR AIR MATTRESS while i was ON VACATION THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY

honestly. how do i get myself into these situations

[nthflower]

I can't beat the fucking Roblox fish game 😭 I keep dying on the ridge 😭

[lenievi]

ok, so uhm, I was walking the dog and had an idea (blame the hot weather at 11pm)

a year ago I had a one day long phase where I was like Farragut AU with Kirk/La’an and McCoy/T’Pring, and I’m low-key back on that nonsense

because!

McCoy and Sevet. Imagine McCoy meeting T’Pring’s father. 

“Jim, a smiling Vulcan?”

this is even better than McCoy&Sarek (blasphemy!)

McCoy and Sevet visiting various restaurants and just getting along nicely, and McCoy teaching him a lot of weird human traditions. 

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Thunderstorm woke me up at an ungodly hour, so, of course, I'm contemplating the usual things: how far away the lightning is, how few hours remain before my alarm goes off, if it's really just a bit too silly to use Crosshair's shoulder stabby mount as an IV hook in my current WIP....

[greetings-inferiors]

There was a workshop that I really wanted to go to but I mixed up the times and thought it was at 2 instead of 1, so I arrived as they were leaving. And it’s not happening again for another 3 weeks I’m pretty sure ;^; now I’m getting that coke to ease my sorrows

[shinraelectricpowercom]

i know the problem is rlly that there’s almost no disability rep in fiction like At All, not that there’s “too much” rep of one specific type, bc there certainly isn’t enough for Anyone, but like

could we Please get some disability rep that centers exhaustion and fatigue as a symptom and a cause of disabledness? not the typical media-depression “i’m spending all day in bed because i feel Sad and like nothing seems Worth doing”, but “i’m spending all day in bed because i don’t have the physical or mental energy to get up and Do Things”. i think that would be Nice

[prettywitchybabykitty]

all of the things that you love,

were lost when your hard drive was burst

all of the love for your child,

will end up in folders and files

[sanemistar]

᧔o᧓ satoru x fem!reader, established relationship (married with a son), lots of fluff, i’m just so obsessed with dad gojo he’s living in my head rent free

you never expected to get a call from your son’s school on his very first day, you were pretty sure he was just fine before satoru had taken him to school this morning. you walked out of the house and quickly headed to your son’s school, worried about him.

the moment you arrived, you were shocked to see satoru was still there, with his arms tightly clinging onto his son’s body as he sobbed against his ears, refusing to let go until you had to intervene and pull him away.

“mrs gojo, we’re very sorry to call you so suddenly. but as you can see, mr gojo has been like this for the past 30 minutes, and classes have already started.” the principal said and you politely bowed your head, you grabbed your husband’s head and forcefully made him bow in apology

“let’s go to class now, baby. listen to your teachers and be a good boy, okay? if you do well today, mommy will get you a treat.” your son nodded obediently and you kissed his forehead before dragging satoru, and walking out of the school.

“toru, i can’t believe you would cling to your son like that. you could’ve made him miss his classes.” you scolded your husband, who was still sulking about leaving his son alone. his head drooped down in discouragement.

you knew your husband was so clingy, which was why you were skeptical about letting him take your son on his first day of school when he asked you to this morning. but he begged you so much with his irresistible puppy eyes so you couldn’t say no. if you knew he’d act like that, you wouldn’t agree to it in the first place.

“but babe, what if he gets scared or hurt when i’m not there to protect him?” he tried justifying his actions, you were aware of his good intentions and his fear was reasonable considering the fact that it’s a completely new environment from home, and you too wished you wouldn’t have to leave him. but it was bound to happen anyway and you had to brace yourself for it.

you sighed and patted satoru’s head, your fingers running through his soft, white locks in soothing motions. you couldn't stay mad at him any longer.

"i understand how you feel. it was hard leaving him there, i miss him already. but toru, it's a part of his growing up process. one day he's going to grow up and have his own life, so until then, let's protect him together while he explores life." you said with a smile, entwining your hand with his as he grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it softly.

“not only is my wife beautiful, but she’s also very wise. i love you, y/n.” satoru murmured gently before leaning in to leave a sweet kiss on your forehead.