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[crush-1]

ugly ass cat with his ugly dog boyfriend and their weird kid

[mewdoodles]

24 - fog

[swagveryswagamazinf]

MAY 13 GREAT DAY FOR ANNOYING PEOPLEE [MEE

[denim-devil]

✫ PT 2 | Bet U Wanna | S.B ✫

Summary - Ben was a douche, the biggest one you’ve ever met, yet something changed in him, especially after meeting you, after coming to realisation that your feelings may be mutual, you decide to push him to his furthest…

“do you understand?”

Ben’s fingers trailed against the top of your tongue, sinking in further, feeling the wet warmth of your throat, the pool of saliva gathering at the entrance of your mouth gushing out to coat the thick digits.

You nod hesitantly, still unsure what was happening, the tension thickened so much so that it distracted you, his smirk grew fonder once you started to bob your head manically, trying to keep yourself focused, trying your best to forget the ache which grew heavier by the second.

“Didn’t hear you, say it louder, only good sluts get rewards…”

He chuckled with a sweet undertone of malice as if his victory had already happened, as if he owned every inch of you yet you tried to cope with knowing he had you dumber by each passing second, his meaty claws squeezing you tight, he had you exposed for himself and his own greed.

Pulling his fingers away gave you some power back to atleast answer, a polite, timid “yes” was the only word that you could muscle up, still wondering what he had in store for you.

“That’s what I like to hear, now turn around, ass up and face down, I wanna see what it’s like…hitting you from the back, gonna bust these balls doll?”

His demeanour had changed completely, he wasn’t as soft, his hard cut edges making an appearance yet it still had you scrambling to your feet, met with his darkened eyes, lust filled and hungry.

Silence fell over you both, heavy breathing mingled, he licked over his lips before darting forward, his tongue sloppily licking it’s way into your mouth, you accepted with no restraint, allowing the burley man to squeeze at your waist, pulling you forward into him.

He grunts, his tongue lazily lapping over your own, spit mixing and growing thick as you passed eachother kisses that reminded you of sunsets and leather, rough yet slow and sensual, maybe that was the kind of man Ben was.

“Fuck yeah, gonna get me in trouble one of these days sweetheart, now…like I said, on the couch-“

His whispers were sharp with dominance, his tongue nothing but pure filth and abomination, he yearned for you, Ben wanted to uncover every single inch of your skin from your neck to your crack, his walls completely crumbled.

Eager fingers do work for your belt, unraveling the leather before you crawl onto the sofa, head nestled into the line separating each cushion, burying yourself and your shyness once you reveal his source of infliction.

He whistled like a business man willing to throw it all away at the same stripper he’d been visiting all week, it was shameful and embarrassing yet Ben couldn’t tear his eyes away, glued to the way your back arched and how your ass popped like a wanted poster, in your face and bold, he was once step closer to breaking you in and it brought nothing but adrenaline and pride.

“You really fucking want this? You want me to bury my dick so far your gonna see stars darlin’? Cause I’d be more then happy to oblige.”

It felt like your brain had short circuited, not sure what to say or do accept show him just how much you wanted this, although he wasn’t oblivious to how you kept looking forward, cheeks red and burning hot, your body on fire.

Ben was so sure of himself, leaning over your arched figure, pressing his entire weight into you. His lips left kisses which were joined by the prickles of his stubble, he made you felt everyone, slowing making his way down your spine, no skin left untainted by his venom.

Taking his time was a virtue, seconds turned into minutes, torturous and invigorating but that’s exactly who he was, watching you squirm in place, the same reporter he lost so many loads to in his hands finally before him in all your naked glory, he bit at his tongue once he reached his destination, sinking to his knees behind you.

“Gone all quiet on me? I’m sure there’s something that’ll have you speak up for me…”

Ben chuckled before slowly sinking his face between your crack, strong hands spreading your cheeks like butter on toast, smooth and quick making sure there was enough space to slot into you like a coin, he’d lose so many if you were a gambling machine.

“Ben—“

It wasn’t that you were questioning him, no, you were intrigued, his hot breath making your hole twitch as if it was an invitation that even Ben couldn’t say no to, his eyes glued to the very spot he was going to devour with every breath.

it drew him in, the skin surrounding your pucker almost velvet-like once a finger skims over the patch. You shiver forcing the goosebumps to stick. Ben almost felt apologetic with his movements, the slowness accompanied by the sudden sharpness, his hands massaging the dough-like muscles in hopes of riling you up, even in the slightest.

Inhaling, he sucks in his bottom lip before smirking. He had a plan, one you seemed shyly to unfold which reflected Ben and his needs also, as the dominant he wanted to wreck you, no more being careful, he needed this as much as you.

The two of you stilled, relaxing into one another. Without much encouragement Ben made the first move, his tongue, wet and warm flicked widely against your hole, leaving a trail of thick saliva coating your entrance.

Ben ushered out breathily before burying his tongue back in, growling, he wiggled it up slowly, the tip swiping over your twitching hole. You push back with need, searching for the piece that had you feel whole.

The vulgarity only made things hotter between you both, the way his tongue began to lavishly lick each and every crevice you offered all the whilst being held down by two particularly strong hands, Ben had his ways and you could only follow his lead.

“Yer taste so damn sweet darlin’-“

With each lap he edged between delving and dipping his tongue inside, even in the slightest you began to curl up, the sensitivity that followed each swipe pushed your body forward back into the pillows, his beard scratching against the now puffy, abused skin adding layers to the pleasure you were receiving.

One of his hands sneakily sink lower, slowly fisting around your leaky cock, hard and aching, you release a hiss giving Ben the impression that not only did you want this, you needed this.

“Ben- fuck- please, I-I need you”

His hand eager to please began it’s torturous pace, flicking his wrist back and forth in time with his tongue, watching as you sink fully into the cushions before you, muffling your needy whines.

Still keeping a fistful of his hair, you feel the warm slobber start to leak down between your thighs, the base of your balls soaked with his saliva. Each lap resulted in slick, lewd smacks and slaps which bounced from wall to wall, filling your ears with nothing but the sound of his actions.

Your cock joined unison, his spit now turned lube had you mush, easily enveloping you, feeling the constant brush of his glove over your tip, tight and harsh, the coil within already threatening to snap.

“That’s it sweetheart, bounce that fat ass back for me”

Smirking lightly against the pillows following that noise, you wiggle your hips against his face allowing his tongue to slip inwards, spread wide, wide enough to start a thrilling pace.

It’s not long before one of his hands slip away from your hip, eagerly dipping down into his boxers, pushing the fabric low enough that he bounces out, a thud-like smack joining the pants and lewd laps, his cock smacking up against his abdomen.

You felt open, broken, his beard scraping you red raw, how could you say no? You were practically brain dead, both of you lost in your own pleasure, Ben could tell by the way you twitched desperately in his hand that you were close, he had every right in him to pull away, collecting the spit within the corners of his mouth to wad on your hole before returning back to the onslaught.

“Gonna cum for me? Gonna show me how much a slut like you can take?”

Ignoring his own needs, his other gloved hand squeezes your hanging testicles like a stress toy, fondling and squeezing. That’s when it happened, your whole body going stiff, his face still buried in your boy cunt, smirking all the whilst his hand carries on, feeling each spurt of your load jolt out and splash onto his fingers.

“Fuck, sir p-please…”

He wasn’t stopping and the fact you even insisted whilst drenched in sweat, body limp, your cock oozing a thick layer of cum had him questioning how far you were willing to take this, he wasn’t done, far from it.

You look back at him, his hair tousled in different directions, his beard and lips glossy with saliva, you were so done for.

“You think I’m done? That’s not even half of what I can do…”

[captain-bubble-wrap]

soooo babe, what do we think about a little fic where auston facetimes you before every game because you are his lucky charm?🤭💚🤞🏼

*bing, bing, bing, bing*

You had been waiting with your phone next to you for the last hour, anticipating Auston's call. You were sitting on the sofa, leaning with your back against the arm, knees pulled up and wrapped in a large blanket. When his video call invitation took over your screen, you wasted no time answering. You were so excited that you had to be careful not to spill the hot tea you had been sipping when you heard it.

"Hey, mami," Auston said with an instant smile, seeing you on the other end.

"Hey, sweetheart! How are you feeling?"

His brown eyes looked like caramel against the sunlight streaming in through the windows he was seated by. You could tell he had just gotten up from his post-practice nap, and obviously couldn't wait to call you. A man of many pre-game rituals, Auston had his habits and one of them included giving you a call --either on video or by phone as he drove to the arena-- before every single game, since the two of you had become an item. The first time he had done it, the Leafs had won, and he just felt like keeping the habit going, in the hopes that maybe it would happen again. Not to mention, he just really liked talking to you.

"I'm pretty good, still waking up. What about you? I hope you're feeling better." You watched as his eyes wandered over you slightly. "I'd love to be there with you. You look pretty comfy."

"You know you're welcome anytime! And I'm okay, doing better than yesterday, so I can't complain." After dealing with the flu for the past week, you were thankful to finally be feeling like yourself. That had been the reason you weren't going to the game tonight.

Auston smiled at you while you spoke, just in love with the sound of your voice much as you were with his. Everything about him made your heart flutter: from his smile, his laugh, his little gestures, all of it.

"I wish you could be there, but I understand why you can't. You've got three days to get better," he laughed lightly. "Need my lucky charm sitting next to the bench with me."

You could feel your face grow hot. Why had that made you blush? Was it the fact that Auston was confessing how much he meant to you --calling you his good luck charm-- and honestly meaning it? Was it him making you the center of his world whenever he could, especially during busy game days? Why were you so surprised?

He caught the change in your face, "Are you alright? Your face looks flushed."

You tried to hide it by taking a sip of your tea, peering at him over the rim of the cup, but it was no good. "Mhm, yeah, I'm-- fine!"

Auston raised an eyebrow suspiciously, smiling. "Are you blushing?"

"No! Well-- maybe!"

"You're adorable."

"See, it's stuff like that that does it!"

His whole face lit up as he smiled wider, looking down. Was he blushing now? It was hard to tell against his tanned skin tone, but it made you feel better thinking that he was just as flustered as you were.

"It's good to see you smile," he added, finally returning his face to look at you. "I was worried about you."

You appreciated his concern, and moved quickly to reassure him that everything was alright, "It was just the flu, baby! I'm okay now!"

"I didn't know you could sleep that much," he teased. "I missed you."

Playfully, you rolled your eyes, "I'm sure you were just fine~"

"I was lost without you," Auston replied, giving you his best puppy dog eyed pout. "You left me all alone...for days!"

You had to laugh at his dramatic display. Even though he was just hamming it up for you, to make you smile, you had wished that you could have given him a little more attention --check-ins-- during that span of time, but being sick had taken more from you than you had realized.

"I'm sorry~ Forgive me?"

"Only because you're so damn cute."

Both of you shared a laugh followed by a quiet moment after. You knew he couldn't stay on the call too much longer, and neither of you were ready to let the other go.

"I'll call you on my way home, okay? Well, I'll text you first, make sure you're awake."

"I'll be up! I'm going to watch the game!"

Auston smiled, "I know, but that post-game stuff takes a bit. You still need to rest. I can always call you in the morning."

"But--," you tried to interject, but failed.

"Mami-- you need your rest. I'll still text you good night. Don't make me feel bad because I woke you up," he frowned slightly. "Be kind to your body."

His protective nature had your heart fluttering. He was so kind, so considerate. "If I get tired, I'll go to bed. I promise."

"Thank you," he winked, before catching sight of the time. "Hey, I've gotta get Felix out and get around. Like I said, I'll text you, okay?"

"Mhm," you nodded, sad that he had to go, but understanding why. "Be careful tonight, and good luck!"

"I will," he promised. "I love you."

"I love you more!"

Before Auston ended the call, he left you with one more reason to blush, "Next goal is for you."

[tartsdmegazaprot]

tudom, hogy overshare van mára a fogas képes avatarral, - máskor majd csendben leszek, csak olyan jó lett ez a kep Papival :~)))

[bopernstien]

TWO BITCHES IN SKIRTS!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[twispswatch]

As a hispanic- I biblically need to see Nicky unironically refer to Aaron and Andrew in the way families in bad hispanic media do

Aaron or Andrew blocks a goal

Nicky: 🥹 thats mi primo bro ✊

someone threatens one of them

Nicky: you mess with them, you mess with mi familia 👊😠

Aaron venting about Tilda

Nicky: Tia Tilda was not a good mama primito 😔

Aaron and Andrew every time: ….

[lil-beanz000]

Its been a long time since I've drawn these two <3 <3 Nostalgic~ "Despite everything, it's still you."

[moonchild-in-blue]

Like That - Vessel being hot, Espera being hot, iv being VERY HOT 🔥

ivy girlies come get yall's food 🍴

[miniiinebulaee]

Fluttering DreamEater

[eggcats]

I know we all love shark Vox, but consider - he wasn't originally sharklike.

Someone told him he had a sharklike grin during his business meetings and his autistic ass decided to add the other shit when he was already out cold replacing his head because he could.

(He changes his head and then goes to fuck Val and Val is like WHAT THE FUCK because Vox suddenly has two dicks. He gaslights Val into thinking he always had them along with his gills, and that his eyesight was truly That Bad that he never noticed before. It works.)

[alkalinetrios]

my contribution to Tom Of Vantaa ✨️

[conejossays]

Megatron is coming, run for your lives

[centellazul]

the knight likes butterflies (or butterflies like him)