#ON MY KNEES

[pokepatricia]

Can I be your babygirl? (*＞ω＜*)♡

[vixen7243]

Hairy Dad Bod Price

The way this man’s chest and stomach hair for some reason makes me absolutely feral, and the idea that as he gets a little bit older he’s not completely caught up on keeping his abs toned but his arms and legs. And he does it for you, because when he’s wearing his tight shirts that make your mouth water from the sleeves struggling to not rip around his muscle and stomach on full display just begging for your hands to rest on it and hug it, lay your head down sweetly. His fucking huge thighs, making your thick thighs seem small when sitting next to him, all you want to do is just bite into them like an apple, and when you go down on him you do. Definitely, nipping and giggling as his muscles tighten and your cunt flutters around nothing. He knows that after a shower you’ll always jump him, the water droplets sliding over the soft hair covering his body, leaving you perfect trails for your tongue, kisses and touch. Simply, he never had a fraction of insecure thought when his stomach was starting to get soft because even more than before you craved him.

Hmmmmm yeah, just wanted to post this but that’s bin on my mind all day, sexy dad bob John Price and how this man’s confidence would never waver because of our undying love and desire. 😍🥰

[theonlyraven13]

Me, staring at you until you share your snack

[riseandfallofme]

Dear lord when I get to heaven please let me bring my babygirl

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna Dyes His Hair

You were just teasing him.

"Pink like a petite little rose."

"Shut it."

They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.

"Pink like a sweet strawberry."

"Strawberries are red."

Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.

"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.

"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes. 

Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.

Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.

He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.

It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.

After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression. 

You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.

"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.

You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?

“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks. 

It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then. 

You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.

"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.

"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?" 

[wr0wn]

artist to my writer

[klauw22]

my beloved (rock) munch

[rysanf]

“his eyes are like angel, but his heart is cold”

[titaniaorion]

VIP 🖤

[piercethedoll]

guess my height :P 💟

[nikkinelson1313]

hi there

[n33dydoll]

I’m ovulating and I can’t stop thinking about someone fucking their cum into me godddd

[norrisleclercf1]

AHHAHAHAHA Totally fine

[alottiegoingon]

i feel like we don’t talk enough about the existence of this picture

[kyvnnie]

the way i finished this in a day just to manifest kafka to come home to me… ajjwhriworkjgms

anyways i wish u guys all a winning 50/50 and a kafka apprearing infront of ur screen!!

[prizzzyyy]

you're so gorgeous,

i can't say anything to your face , 'cause look at your face and I'm so furious, at you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous...