#anyway yummy yummy yummy

[madbuns]

Comm for @illogicals-blog this was fun to make ehehe :3

[cheetahf]

Starlo fight in pacifist be like

Og image under cut + alt version

[meowpupp]

Omg, i need puppy girl reader going into heat and price not being home when it starts but arrives in the middle of it, and the reader just pounces on him the moment he is through the door

prices poor puppygirl, all alone and in heat. you spend the day bouncing on fake cocks, holding bibrstors to your little clit and grinding back and forth against anything that brushes your sensitive cunt. but nothing helps!! you crave price, his thick, meaty cock stretching you out.

he barely makes it through the door before you drag him to the couch. your mind is so lazy with lust that you can’t even unbuckle his belt, just pawing desperately as you grind against his tent. he just laughs, unbuckling it for you.

“poor girl, too fucked out to do it yourself. such a filthy, desperate, needy fucking thing.” he shushes you, pushing down his boxers just enough, eyes widening at just how quickly you sink down. “fuck, whiney fuckin girl. c’mon now. make yourself feel better.”

his hands grip your hips. unable to even direct your pace. you bounce on his cock, cunt clenching tight around him as you nose his neck. price hisses as you bite down, leaving red hickies and indents, giving into your primal needs as you mark him.

but what sends him over the edge? what makes him almost instantly cum? is when you start begging. stumbling over your words, whining and moaning between them as you plead for his cum, for him to breed you.

he reaches a hand down, toying with your clit. he laughs lowly at the loud, high pitched and needy moan it pulls from your throat. your pace speed up, lips just under his ear as you continue to babble for his cum, licking and biting at his neck as you do.

between the way your cunt clenches around him, and how you’re begging and whining for him, he gives in. releasing a hot, stick load of him deep inside your guts. you instantly bite down harshly, cunt someone clenching tighter as you cum with him. your thighs shaking as you almost squeal. his hand slide up the arch of your back, other still on your clit.

price pants, pulling back to look up at your ruined, desperate, fucked-out state. his cock only growing harder again inside you, hips bucking up harshly, encouraging you to continue. and you do.

[the-meme-monarch]

ma’am truthfully i don’t care about your seven children. i want to see if we have the same salad recipe

[jinstronaut]

kim seokjin, according to @aprylynn happy birthday apryl! ♡♡♡

[faunandfloraas]

Birth date analysis // Seungmin - September 22nd: The Day of Restless Drive.

September 22 - Virgo/Libra

The Day Of Restless Drive

Those born on September 22 have a restless drive. Usually they bring the one they are working on to completion only to immediately set out on a new one without rest. They are also capable of handling several projects at the same time. Those born on this day have a low boredom threshold, and consequently demand challenging people and situations. They can be outgoing and dynamic types at one time, and solitary and unapproachable at another. In either case, their strong character is unmistakable.

Often September 22 people oscillate between an offensive and defensive posture. In one sense, such postures may be one and the same since a good offense is the best defense and vice-versa. Whether in a broad social context or on a personal level, the issues and ideas those born on this day are most often concerned with involve fairness and equality. In general matters pertaining to the delegation and exercise of power. In putting forth their arguments, they can be very ironic, witty and outright funny. Their humor, however, is not for everyone as it is liable to be off-beat, sardonic, perhaps even macabre.

Those born on September 22 can hide a warm heart under a forbidding exterior, but generally will only open up to people whom they deeply trust and value. Even then they may find it difficult to open all the way, principally because their orientation is highly realistic and the ironies of life all too visible to them. This day carries insight and clarity of vision both literal and figurative. September 22 people are excellent judges of character, and capable of sizing people up very quickly. Those few friends whom they allow into their inner sanctum they value most highly, usually for life.

September 22 people can often have a greater effect on those around them than they realize, and indeed can register a high degree of shock value. Because of their often disturbing impact, they should seek to be more aware of their effect on others, both friends and foes alike. True warriors in the battle of life, they must take stock of their armaments and defenses, using them judiciously and effectively, and avoid isolating and alienating themselves.

Strengths:

Individual

Perceptive

Well-directed

Weaknesses:

Guarded

Acerbic

Dark

[alluralater]

wanna suck on her tongue until she's squirming and writhing like a whore in my lap but i just keep her wrists pinned behind her back. moaning into her eager mouth, sucking even slower. my lips wet around her and her chin getting all drooly with how lovely it feels to be so good and take it for me. i love seeing how much she can take before she gets stupid with that senseless fucking need. when she starts to whine and force her tongue deeper, i'll bring my own to the underside of hers and lick side to side, back and forth. swirling and sucking until she's grinding her hips forward, begging me to fuck her. taking her wrists in one hand and sliding the other between her thighs. she knows what it means. move for me. we aren't stopping, i'm still working that warm tongue in and out of my lips, but i'll give you this. make yourself cum on my fingers, sweetheart. aren’t you dying for it? cum. cum now. hurry up before i change my mind <3

[dipperscavern]

Ok, just read your blurb about being Jessica’s assistant and being nicknamed baby.

What if the origin of baby was that someone was giving baby shit and someone else (Harvey perhaps) says the classic line “no one puts baby in the corner” when coming to her defense. Then it just kind of spirals from there and no one gives her shit again.

Also feel free to ignore this, literally just my first thought when reading your post!

oh my god. when i tell you i SCREAMED this is so genius & yummy.. PHEW. i know exactly what ur referencing ily & thank u so much for the ask! 🫶🏻

“I’m just saying, the assistant to the Jessica Pearson.. and your desk looks like this?”

you roll your eyes, the hint of a playful expression on your face. while you knew he wasn’t being completely serious, you liked your desk — pink things, trinkets, & personal touches all. you found decorating your desk as a fun way of personal expression, and you were so damn good at your job, jessica didn’t care.

“Would you like to re-decorate for me?”

your reply is dripping sarcasm, a playful tone in your voice that masks how you really feel. you look up at the few bored associates hanging around your desk, and they snicker at your reply.

“Yes I will, thank you. It’s.. something. Could use a more professional look.”

that makes you frown. something? more professional? what started out as a joke seemed more like a personal attack the more it went on. tom, the associate who’s mouth was moving, never seemed to know when to stop. you’re about to say something when a miracle in the flesh steps in your line of sight — harvey specter.

it’s ironic, really. he radiates business when the very reason he came over to your desk was to shoo off the associates bothering you. he looks around to the people that have now stiffened up in his presence, and he gives them an almost confused look.

“And what the hell are you doing?”

tom swallows. “Just- messing around. Sir.”

“What?” harvey looks around. “What’s wrong, you.. don’t like her desk? Is that the nationwide issue we’re facing today?”

you look up at harvey, a faux expression of sympathy on your face. “He doesn’t like the color pink, sir.”

that makes harvey’s brow raise, for two reasons. one, his associates shouldn’t have the time to be complaining about any colors. & two, you’ve been on a first name basis with harvey for a year. he doesn’t mind people calling him sir, but he definitely does mind when it’s you, batting your lashes & giving him a look thats sure to distract him for the rest of the day.

“You shouldn’t have time to worry about the color pink. Time is money, money is time, and if you have time to complain then your workload must not be large enough to satiate your.. innate genius.”

harvey pulls out his cellphone while talking, as if he couldn’t be bothered to give them the time of day — which he really can’t. he’s not really typing anything, but they’ll never know that.

“Don’t be sad she’s not as miserable as the rest of you. Get back to work.”

mumbles of “yes sir” can be heard throughout the office as they move to gather their things & get up, obeying the order given to them with only slight disdain.

“Thanks, Harvey.”

he reaches for the two-pack of oreos on your desk, grabbing one & handing it back to you.

“Nobody puts baby in the corner.”

this makes your brows furrow as you smile, & he bites into his cookie as you reach for yours. he quickly notices the look on your face.

“What?”

“Dirty dancing?”

he gives you a look of his own. “Sir?”

you smile as he walks away, getting back to work of his own. & you fail to notice the associates ears tuned into your small conversation as you bite into your cookie. hey, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Thanks, Baby.”

“Hey, Baby, could you-“

“Where’s Baby?”

“I need this for Baby.”

you stand corrected. jessica pearson herself joins in after a mere day. “Baby, I need you to reschedule that meeting with Mr. Sawyer. Give him my sincerest apologies- I gotta run.”

“Yes ma’am.”

she quickly gathers her things & leaves, in a rush to complete her full schedule. once she’s gone, you put your head in your hands, sighing. your official nickname is baby.

and you like it.

[necrophiliak]

[r3djy]

Okay here's everything in one big post because i love a one big post❤❤

:( they make me sad

my fav one

i hate them sm

(i love that damn axolotl)

suffer, triangle

[starrysharks]

would a person on hiatus do THIS?!?!?!?@?@?@?@

[black-and-yellow]

Lost

(minus grain)

[ashiyn]

ashy i fucking love u for all the gifs ur making of the irl stuff, it makes me so happy

stop i might just start sobbing, have a cute zed and tango gif that i haven't posted yet as a massive thank you,

[meowpupp]

Hiii

I was wondering- Did you already write a fic with Gaz and Price taking reader at once? If not, can you write a little Drabble please 🙏 ❤️

prices grip on your jaw is almost painful. you're splayed out on your back, pretty body exposed to both his and kyles greedy eyes. prices grip keeps you still as he eases his cock down your throat. slick sounds of you gagging fill the room, alongside kyles whimpers, but he doesn't pay mind.

your owner slides his hand down, pressing down on your throat, feeling his dick bulge in your throat as he thrusts. he almost forgets about kyle, focused on how hot, wet, and tight your pretty mouth is. he much prefers it like this, rather than whining at him.

kyle stands still, every nerve of his body is alight. he's a good boy, at least that's what he tells himself. price had given him specific instructions. 'do not move until I tell you to.'

his fingers dig into your hips, leaving indents as he wills himself to stay still. he's buried to the hilt inside your cunt. your walls tighten and spasm around him. his breathing is heavy, eyes trained on your body. you look so pretty like this. your back arched, tits pushed out, cunt on display.

he pants, unable to stop himself from whining. he leans forward, hands resting on either side of you, hunched forward as he struggles to stay still. "pl-please captain," it's almost torture for him. finally, he's able to feel your tight cunt around his cock, and yet, he's not even allowed to grind into you. "fuck- I need to, feels so fucking tight," he's practically drooling, drops of saliva dripping onto your chest, "need t'move, please captain."

price smirks. It's as if your body is a toy, something that he's using to get off. he pulls out of your mouth, gripping his cock, looking down as he traces your lips with his tip. "what do you say pup? you want Kyle t'fuck you? want t'feel him deep in your guts?"

your mouth opens to respond, but price doesn't give you the chance. he thrusts forward, once again stuffing your throat. his hips grind against you, smirking as you choke and gag. your whole body reacts, legs kicking up as you squirm and twist.

price tuts, pulling back again to let you catch a breath. he ignores you, however, giving you a moment of respite. his focus is on Kyle, hand gripping his hair tightly to make Kyle meet his eyes.

"you seem to be out of luck, puppy," the whine kyle lets out is nothing less than pathetic. it tugs at price's heartstrings. he knows first-hand just how tight and irresistible your pretty cunt is. he sighs, as if it's a bother, "you get 30 seconds. if you don't finish within it, you're not cumming till next week."

price can barely finish his sentence before kyle starts moving. its almost like the other pup is bullying your cunt. your whole body jolts with each thrust, each one hitting deep, deep inside your cunt.

price lets go of kyle, instead gently guiding you to look up at kyle. he leans down, lips brushing your ear as he speaks. you feel him grip your jaw again, this time much more gently. "look at him sweetheart," prices thumb strokes your jaw as he makes you watch kyle, "so desperate."

kyle doesn't let up, doesn't even seem to care about you. his hands grip your waist as he slams you back onto his cock. with each thrust, he pushes further into you. his whimpers and moans fill the room, far overshadowing yours. he's desperate, willing himself to cum before price calls him off. a shiver shoots up his spine. he can feel himself twitch, almost seconds away from cumming, filling up your pretty cunt.

and its then, in that moment, that price pushes him away, and out, of you. denying both you and kyle the feeling of him cumming deep inside you.

[merakiui]

Okay speaking of magical girls.... Evil villain tako that has a crush on the cute magical girl at NRC but he doesnt know shes the magical girl that's trying to thwart his evil plan of taking over sage's island mwhaha

YES YES YES. And every week he gets his ass handed to him. You're determined to keep Sage's Island safe!!!! He's trying to get to know you through the fights. The (one-sided) sexual/romantic tension is too much. Tako who flirts at every chance during your fights... you genuinely want to take him out (defeat him), but he wants to take you out (on a date). And it's so obvious he's down bad for you, but you have no idea he's Azul Ashengrotto (your fellow classmate) and he has no idea of your identity either. Azul's trying to balance his love for the magical girl he fights on weekends and his darling classmate who he sees during the week hehe. How fortuitous that they are the same person.

Please imagine that trope where the villain ensnares the hero in tentacles, but it ends up looking more erotic than threatening....... orz evil villain tako whose tentacle is holding you upside down by the ankle and he's monologuing about how he'll take over the island and you'll get to watch, powerless against him. But then he looks at you and your skirt has flipped up and he's granted a gratuitous panty shot!!!!!!! Tako who gets a nosebleed on the spot. He's such a loser pervert. <3

Omg omg or you're squirming in the tentacles and ranting about how you'll get him for this, but Azul's trying so hard not to give into the horny thoughts because the way the tentacles are looped around you and squeezing is so attractive to him.

Like that one scene where Stocking's fighting the octopus ghost LOL.