#he...🤣🤣🤣🤣

[kdrama-movies-more]

언니야..너무 고생했고 최고였어!!! 함께해서 행복했어!! "Eonni-ya...You worked so hard and were the best!!! I was happy to work together with you!!"

[cosmosarcana]

if you ever tell me that you go to a chiro this is what i envision them doing to you

[ventique18]

Malleus' favoritism towards the player is so funny because in the jp event others offend him once and he tolerates, but offend him twice and he blows up. Meanwhile the prefect boops him without permission, shows up late and makes him wait, tries to grab his tail etc and he just goes "hehehehe I'll forgive you once because it's you (repeat unlimited times)"

[brainrotcharacters]

the next time Logan does this, wade is going to keel over CACKLING

[lotsofblabblers]

Agent Twilight. Westalis' top spy.

Can't win an argument with his baby daughter.

[corneredcopia]

Stone saving Ivo ❤️

[sillyandquiteawkward]

your hero.

[drunkwithmouthwash]

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 - SZA, The Weeknd & Travis Scott

[mrbrightxside]

Gen Z Bill art dump... also more on the way as other posts bc it'd be too much on ONE... anyway this awesome cool AU is by none other than @dyellogin 🫶🫶‼️‼️

I can't get this mf out of my head I hope he gets shot dead

No he's not my favorite LMFAOOO whaaat

[stars-eclipsing]

warning: horny

Rex can and will start talking to your pussy like it’s a separate person, and he'll completely believe his delusions too.

“Aww. You missed me, haven’t you?” He grins when he sees it flutter at the light attention, “Hah! Don’t worry, daddy’s here to give you some love.” 

He pulls you closer by your rear, his nose pressed to your cunt, just how he likes it. He takes a greedy inhale of your scent and grips the fat of your ass. Then, without warning, he gives your entrance a wet mwah! 

You shiver, then prop your thighs on top of his shoulders, trying your best to relax. You lean back slightly, “Rex,” You groan, “Don’t start right now. I’ve had a hard week–” 

He cuts you off when he darts his tongue out and licks a long stripe between your folds. You moan, and he continues to taste you. 

“Heh. I know. Just relax, baby.” 

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[authenticcadence18]

this sent me into orbit 💀💀💀💀

[falafels]

pt.74!! <pt.73 pt.75>

pop culture infiltrating the socmed because i wholeheartedly believe dan and neil would be cooking that up. ft twinyards texts because i do believe andrew just sends him bullshit like a cat bonking its face on you then running away when you go to say hi

tags for the homies ❤️ @andrewsleftarmband @blurryhour @you-know-i-get-itt @notexactlythatgirl @longspacerat @tessasilverswan @minyard-05 @carbon-dated-gal @bisexualchaosdemon @stormiiflies @watercoloureyes01 @vampire-overlord @iron-sides @azure-wing @buffalo-fox @ohgodnotagainplease @pink-hydrangea @jaywalkerss @ohmynoggin-blog @cosmic-marauder @min-getoutofmy-yard @plazybones @disastersappho @leestars13 @the-witch-forever-lives @minyardsss @post-historical-posts @andabuttonnose @hidinginmyhands @aftg4l @allfor-thegames @yaoishida @inafieldofstarflowers @snowcoming @mooniism @fieldsofpoppies-in-salt-air @prometheusthedragon @graveyardviolence @bustedleftshoe @beatrix33 @aftg-bs @yes-i-exist-shutup @milktemproom @all-for-exy @moon-over-ruined-castle @meta-breakers @oneandonlystarshine @dragonslayer26806 @malepresentingleg @lesbiansforkevinday

[tastelikechili]

Today in F1 Kindergarten 🤣🤣

A: "Carlos, Carlos, I'm driving. I'm driving." ☝️

C: (already sitting in the car) "Why?" 🤨

A: "Because I'm the taller driver, apparently the tall drivers need to be in the front." 🧍‍♂️

C: (Stays in the car says something back to Alex. Hands not letting go of the steering wheel)

Lando walking by, stops, and laughs at Carlos 😂

Driver seat secured 🤣🤣🤣

[rjshope]

twenty days until Namjoon's return

d-9: "BTS In The Soop"

(cr.0613data)

[kirrryash]

Kagome and Tessaiga

(I couldn't choose a pose)

[ruinix]

Quinn with the 'when I say sit on my face, i don't mean hover.'

Lovely anon, do you know how downbad I am? No? Well, I am. Also, are you in my Instagram algorithm??? That phrase kept showing up even if I say ‘not interested’ (I am but you know, I’m trying not to be the whore that I am). Anyway, it’s maybe a bit cringe…I swear I tried...Sorry in advance…😭🧎🏻‍♀️

Perfectly Divine

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Implied Unprotected Sex (use protection, silly), Oral (fem receiving), Face-sitting, Cum eating… 👀

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You’re not listening to him. Why are you not listening? Is what he said so hard to understand? Quinn is seriously stunned—utterly flabbergasted—when you try to get out of the bed.

“Quinn, get off me!” You grumble, trying to slip out of his hold, but Quinn is still stronger than you. “This is holding me against my will! Kidnapping! Hostage taking!”

Quinn bursts out laughing. Fuck, you’re so silly sometimes. It’s never a dull moment with you, even when you are suddenly on a different wavelength. No, not even, especially. Quinn holds you closer, hand resting over your middle, pulling you closer against his chest.

Soon, your laughter follows—a beautiful mix of giggles and chuckles. Your sound makes him warm all over. When you crane your head so your lips graze his cheek, your hand  entwining with his, the other holding his jaw, Quinn almost forgets why he was holding you in the first place. You trickster.

“You’re distracting me,” he growls softly in your ear. Your little squeak makes him chuckle as he nips at your nape, your shoulders, your jaw. “You can’t get out of this.”

“Quinn,” you whine, “we just had sex. I’m sensitive! Plus I’ve already sat on your face earlier.”

“Sat,” he scoffs. “Sure.”

“Is that attitude?” You twist around so quickly, beautiful eyes narrowing, lips pouting, hair still very much disheveled from your earlier rounds, your nail scratching over his chest. “Don’t scoff at me, Quintin.”

Quintin. His first name. Fuck, it sounds so good.

Quinn sighs, pulling you closer, hooking your thigh over his hip. “Sorry.”

You both groan when his cock graze your pussy lips. Quinn’s member rousing. Yours quivering, leaking with your arousal and his cum. Oh, right. He filled you up so good, didn’t he? Quinn presses against your pussy, feels your entrance pulse, sees your hooded eyes.

“Again? I’m tired,” you whine, protesting but it’s you who reaches his cock to press it against your hole. “I’m so full, Q.”

Are you? You’ve already wasted a lot of his cum. Already so spent for the day. Quinn knows that. He fucking knows that. Despite wanting to pound into you, to fuck you until the next morning—and the through the whole day—he needs to hold back.

That’s why he fucking needs you to sit on his face. Right now.

“Then why is your pussy begging for more?” Quinn asks, eyes hooded, watching every shuddering breaths that escapes your lips. “But I know. You’re busy tomo—”

“Quinn, shut up.” You grab his cheeks and kiss him so sloppily. “I’m so sore, Quinny,” you whine when his tip teases your entrance.

You keep protesting, but it’s you who pushes your hips, chasing after his dick, seeking more and more.

“Sit on my face, my love.” Quinn whispers. His words echo in his ears. Does it with yours? Does his voice rattle your soul as much as yours with his?

“But…” You still hesitate.

You’re rarely hesitant. But when you are, you are. Like he will be turned off by you. Like he will care about your filled up pussy. Like he will suddenly be disgusted with you when he could very much lick the ground you walk on, kiss the pebbles of sweat on your body. Oh, he got you. Silly girl. Just breathe and you already have him hard and begging for a fuck.

“Trust me,” Quinn pleads, pressing his forehead against yours. His nose touches yours. He can see the little fear in your eyes, the doubt, before it dissipates into lust. “There we go.”

He gives you a small peck on your blushing cheek. “And, my Love, when I say sit on my face, I don’t mean hover.”

The wanton moan that escapes your lips is Quinn’s last straw. He could just fuck you. It would be too easy. Just one thrust and he’ll be inside your pussy. Just one kiss and he’ll have you begging for it—sore or not. But he doesn’t. Not when you finally agree.

Quinn helps you over him. His hands glide and grip your skin. He can feel your shivers and trembles as you kneel over his face, legs beautifully parted for him to see your flushed pussy, too used and fucked.

“Quinn,” you whimper, hands planting on the headboard.

He mutters your name like a prayer and when you lower your pussy to his face, he knows his Goddess—you—answered.

He gives your clit a small kiss, tongue flatting over your trembling slit. The way you squeal and say it made his heart flutter faster and faster in his chest. You taste divine. His cum combines with yours. Salty, musky, and somehow sweet.

This is what he fucking wants. He needed—still needs—this for so long. To be able to savor what he has done to you. To know how perfect your pussy would be with his fucking cum that he has never dared to taste before.

Fuck.

Oh, his love of his life. So perfect, so delectable, so fucking divine.

He's so happy that you’re not hovering. So happy that you finally listened. So happy that you’re grinding your pussy against his lips, using his nose to your clit, letting him hear every moan, groan, and whimper that escapes you. So happy to feel your weight on him.

He grips your thighs securing to him as he slips his tongue in your pussy, tasting more of you and him.

More.

Quinn thinks he should have done this earlier. Should have filled you with more cum and not let you argue and waste a single droplet. Should have feasted on you, stained and dirtied by him. Fuck. He needs more.

For every gulp and lick, your pussy tightens around his tongue, squeezing out his cum and your addicting arousal. Quinn can feel your thighs quiver, your pathetic attempt to escape him.

Oh, you can’t.

He won’t have it.

 He needs you to come. He needs to feel you rob him of air as he does when he wrapped his fingers round your neck as he fucked into you.

He needs this.

Fuck. He’s so hard.

Maybe he can convince you for another round—rounds—of him buried deep in your pussy. Maybe he can persuade you not to attend the appointments you got tomorrow. Maybe he can just fuck you, clean you with his tongue, then fuck you again. Again. And fucking again.

Because this is not enough.

God, he’s so selfish. So fucking selfish.

He needs more and more of everything you can give him. His life is yours. Forever.