#nut

[animentality]

[mr-wrinkleton]

OBSESSED | MATT STURNIOLO

pairing . . . none.

in which . . . matt has a strangely strong obsession with your tits. and it seems as if his mouth does too.

ever since matt saw your chest for the first time it was like he found the most gorgeous think he had ever laid his eyes upon. and what made it better to him was the fact that your tits were attached to your body. his favorite person ever.

he was obsessed.

anytime he got the chance, his eyes lingered, stared, spent a good thirty seconds mesmerized by them. before you caught him and told him to quit staring before other people noticed.

whenever you were in a small top, his eyes always found their way towards your chest. the perfect amount of perky-ness. he loved it. how soft they were. it got his dick harder than it ever had been.

and it was clear to you. especially during sex. he always spent more time on your chest. his mouth sucking and biting. leaving dark red marks all over. the way his lips sucked and bit. trailing from one tit to the other, giving equal attention.

this particular night matt seemed way more attached to them then usual. the way your tits sat in the tank top you wore while you were hanging out that day sent him into a spiral. he first noticed when he was washing his hands, you leaning over the counter talking to him and your arms pushing your boobs together perfectly.

matt spent a good 20 seconds staring into the bathroom mirror, straight at your boobs. but you brushed it off as nothing.

and now you’re sitting in his lap, in your room, on your chair. matt’s lips stuck to your chest, sucking and biting like a mad man. “fuck, baby.” he mumbled, holding the back of your head as you let your neck go limp.

“that fucking shirt, it —mmh— does shit t’me.” another mutter under his red glossy lips. your hips grinded into his clothed dick, only getting off on the way his lips feasted on your tits.

usually when matt got as needy as he was right now, it was only a matter of time before it wasn’t just your boobs getting attention.

© mr-wrinkleton all rights reserved. ˖ ࣪⭑

a/n: lmao dare i say this is inspired by my own relationship and my own boyfriend 🙈 but yea anyone who says matt isn’t a tits guy is a liar.

🏷️ : @courta13 @emely9274 @sturniolotoast

[thebvbbletea]

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't sure if I was right for you. You're right. The issue is I don't like myself enough. But I'm glad to know you like me too. Can we please get back to our date?'

— Boys In Love ep. 7

[fullcravings]

Ultimate Peanut Butter and Jelly Cheesecake

[hearts4golbach]

My Pretty Baby.

Pairing:

Revenge!Gerard Way x AFAB!Reader.

A/n:

smut with no plot 👅

not proofread

Warnings:

sub Gerard, pet names (ma, mama, pretty boy, baby), riding, oral sex (m receiving)

Word count:

0.7k.

Your lips wrapped around his throbbing cock, desperate to have the taste of him on your lips.

"Oh, shit," he hissed, biting down on his chapped lower lip.

You loved the whines and whimpers that slipped from his lips, and you swirled your tongue around his tip. He bucked up into your mouth, tangling his fingers in your hair. You pulled away, a small smirk on your face. "Be patient, baby. Let me take good care of you."

You ran your nails up and down his clothed thighs. The center console dug into your ribs, but you didn't care. Gerards' moans were the only thing you could focus on in that moment. You sunk down onto his cock, forcing a high pitched whine to fall from his lips.

"Fuck, please, ma," he held his fist over his mouth. "M-more! Jus' wanna cum, baby, please."

Without hesitation, you took him fully. His sensitive tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag. One arm covered his eyes while the other gripped the steering wheel tighter.

You felt his cock twitching in your mouth, signaling he was close. You quickly pulled away, leaving a string of saliva connecting you to his dick.

"Do you want me to ride that sweet cock of yours, pretty boy?" You climbed into his lap, your skirt riding up your thighs. You scraped your teeth over the pale skin of his neck, feeling his thick member against your clothed pussy.

He huffed out a moan as you sat directly on his arousal, his hands flying to your hips. "Please, I wanna be inside of you so bad," he emphasized.

His ragged breaths filled the car. "Hiw bad?" You sucked a hickey into his pale skin, making him grind into you. You gasped softly.

"So bad, mama. Been thinkin' about you all day. Fuck, rehearsal was so hard with you there." He exhaled, as if he had been holding his breath for an eternity.

"You looked so pretty today," you commented, pulling your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance. "My pretty baby, yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed, practically shaking with anticipation.

You slowly sunk down onto his cock, letting out a choked off moan as you did. He let out a gutteral moan, watching you with half lidded eyes. "Tell me. Tell me you're my pretty boy."

"Fuck, I'm yours. I'm your pretty boy," he whined, chewing on his lips.

You began to bounce on his cock, resting your hands on his broad shoulders as you did so. The sweet sounds of pleasure that came from his mouth turned you on further. "Yeah, that's right. All mine," you muttered as you continued to mark up his neck.

"Fuck, s-so close, mama." His voice came out in a pleading tone.

You let out a breathy giggle. "Already? Gosh, I'm not even close to done with you." You tsked.

You kissed him, dragging your tongue along his lower lip as you rode him faster. You knew he wouldn't last much longer with the pace you had set. You felt his cock twitching as his hips bucked up into you faster.

It wasn't long before he came inside of you as he moaned into your mouth. His orgasm didn't stop you, though. You kept riding him, his overstimulated tip hitting your G-spot. He was a mess of curses and whimpers as you brought him to his second release. "Please.. t-too much!"

"Shhh, you can take it, can't you?" You bit into his bottom lip. "Be my good boy, yeah? 'Wanna be filled up with your cum all the way home."

He hesitated before nodding quickly, throwing his head back as cries of overstimulation tumbled from his lips. Tears threatened to fall from his blown black eyes as he watched you bounce on his cock.

He let out a loud cry as he came inside of you again, your orgasm crashing over you as he did so. You collapsed into his chest, sighing softly as you came down from your orgasm. You peppered kisses all over his porcelain skin as you waited to regain your strength.

"Let's go home, yeah?" You whispered, pecking his lips before crawling back into your seat.

[kissingrhi]

thinking,,,,, So many thoughts,,,,, 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Saturday 11 January 2025

A large, deciduous tree Castanea sativa (sweet chestnut, Eurasian chestnut, European chestnut, Sardian nut, Spanish chestnut, castanwydden) makes an imposing avenue, forest or specimen tree. With age trees develop a spiral, grooved bark and produce spiny fruits containing edible nuts.

Jill Raggett

[milky-rozen]

Nut, Goddess of the Sky ✨

It's been one year since I've drawn her artwork and considering I've improved a lot since, I decided to make her a new one!

[ghoapieboy]

Kissy faces galore

[mr-wrinkleton]

FUNNY SEEING YOU HERE | TOWIC!FWB!CHRIS

pairing . . . toxic!fwb!chris x toxic!fwb!reader

in which . . . chris heads out for a night with just him and his friends when he bumps into a familiar face in the bathroom.

smoke like fog filled the atmosphere of the night, drunk party-goers and house rattling rap music filled the silence between the crickets chirping and the owls hooting from tree branch to tree branch. chris hadn’t even planned to go out that night. his week and entire day was shit. but maybe going out with some friends and getting drunk could ease the absolute migraine of a week he was going through.

conversation between the two of you was never dry though. although, not enough for chris to muster up the courage to ask if you would be attending this party he was currently taking shot after shot at.

if he was being so god honest with himself, he found it difficult to talk to you. the way you acted with your confident but also humble attitude made him nervous. almost as if he wanted to impress you.

however, the night went on, and chris still hadn’t seen you. maybe every time he entered a room you had just left the room. maybe it was the universe only slowly bringing the two souls together and have them lock eyes at the perfect time.

alcohol and weed eventually caught up to chris, his legs not working with his mind and the loudness of the whole place not helping.

“hey, i’m gonna use the bathroom man.” he muttered to his friend who was currently bent over the pool table, too focused to mind where chris was stumbling off to. he fumbled his way to the bathroom, knocking on the door to make sure nobody wasn’t in there as the door wasn’t locked fully.

when chris opened the door he barely noticed you. basically half naked. and by half naked, no shirt, just a bra. “oh, hey. funny seeing you here.” he said, almost as if he didn’t see anything weird about the situation. “holy shit, chris!” you yelled, covering yourself up with your shirt.

he finally noticed your half-naked-ness after a brief moment of you scolding him, “oh my god, quit yellin’. you act like i’ve never seen your tits before.” he took a stride over to the toilet, lifting the lid up with his foot before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, causing you to look away and finish changing your shirt.

“why the hell are you half naked in the bathroom?” he finally asked. mid piss. you rolled your eyes, fixing yourself again in the mirror, trying your hardest to ignore chris next to you. acting as if this was normal in any way. “some asshole spilled their drink on my shirt, had to come change.” you sighed.

the sound of the toilet flushing was heard throughout the bathroom. chris zipped up his pants and buckled his belt again, walking over to the sink where you stood and turned the water on. “now you know how i felt.” chris chuckled, squeezing some soap onto his hands as he spoke.

after chris finished washing his hands and dried them off, he walked over to you, he listened to you talk about how someone spilled their drink all over you. but at the same time mesmerized by the way you looked.

“he was so fucking rude about it too, i asked for an apology and—“ you rambled on and on, completely ignoring the way chris was staring straight into your eyes, then your lips, then your chest, back to your eyes once again.

suddenly in the midst of talking you feel the cool tile of the counter pressed up against your lower back. chris’ hands sliding up and down your hips, locking you between him and the counter.

“—so, uh, yeah, he didn’t even apologize for… it…” your words trailed off, completely getting lost in what you were saying when chris’ lips attached to your neck.

eventually gentle kisses led to small nips, little red marks left sporadically across your neck and lower chest. the little tank top you changed into was not much coverage over your chest.

chris could rip the damn thing off if he wanted to.

momentarily you stopped trying to talk for a moment, every movement chris made on you made you shiver and your mind blank. his hands moved to the belt loops of your jeans, tugging them, pulling you closer.

he groaned into your neck, muttering through kisses as your hands wandered up your back, scratching gently. “fuck, keep talking ma.” he groaned.

all his movements sent you into a spiral, the party still raving just outside the door.

it felt as if you blinked twice and your jeans were being tugged down eagerly by chris, whispering every praise in the book. lips still attached to your body. practically worshipping it.

before you had time to think chris turned you around, pushing you down over the counter. a muffled moan was earned. chris’ hands rubbed your back up and down, eventually pulling your panties down to just bellow your thighs.

and again, it seemed as if you blinked and he was unbuckling his belt. his cock hitting his belly button as he finally pushed his jeans off and to his lower thigh.

his chest hit your back, whispering softly into your ear, “you do shit to me,” he muttered, “i can’t fucking explain it.” as he spoke he grabbed a condom out of his pocket, tearing it open effortlessly with his teeth and rolling it on.

his words felt sharp, in a good way. it was a compliment in a way. his hands roamed your body as he talked, eventually making their way to your neck. and eventually traveling up to your jaw. he forced you to look in the mirror. your slightly open lips, your red neck. everything.

“look at you. so fucking gorgeous.” he said through groans.

“we met two months ago and i can’t get ya’ out of my damn head.” he admitted. his hand gripping your throat as you let out choked whines.

chris slowly teased the tip of his cock against your sopping cunt. your throat being squeezed gently. you watched your reaction in the mirror slowly slid inside of you. a smug and cocky grin on his face as he watched your face.

a moan threatened to escape, a loud one. his movements paused before whispering into your ear, “be quiet, don’t want nobody hearing huh?” you nodded, “yeah, just watch your pretty face while i fuck you, m’kay?”

“mm—m’kay…” you choked out, chris resuming his moments, slowly pushing into you from behind.

after some time, his movements picked up. you kept threatening to moan loudly, but chris pushed his finger into your mouth for you to bite.

chris kept picking up the pace, his tip pressing kisses against your cervix with every thrust. and you watched your face in the mirror, your hands gripping on the counter. choked whines and begs fell through your swollen lips.

“gonna— gonna cum—“ you said, well, more-so moaned. pretty loudly. to which chris gripped your face. “not till i say so.” he said through groans as well.

it was a while before you actually came. when you did it was pretty messy.

© mr-wrinkleton all rights reserved. ˖ ࣪⭑

a/n: so heyyyy,, new addition to the toxic chris au, and i’m dying rn i love him… 💔 but anyway this was kinda long so hope you don’t mind that LMAO

🏷️ : @courta13 @emely9274 @sturniolotoast

[thebvbbletea]

"Don't thank me just yet. Because tonight, I'm collecting my reward"

— Boys In Love ep. 8

[fullcravings]

Chocolate Peanut Butter Banana Bread (Gluten-Free)

[asinusrufus]

| The Slayer | Devotional art to my beloved Set 🌩️

[ancientstuff]

Like this is a new idea.

[meseqet]

Goddess Nut, inside the lid of the sarcophagus of King Merneptah (19th dynasty, 1273-1202 BC)