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swagmaster6001 · 4 months
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hes still figuring this “texting” thing out..
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Vincent Price and Kermit the Frog
The Muppet Show (1977)
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applettoast · 8 months
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Art dumpppp
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I hope this actually posts this time I'm going banana nut bread over here
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pepurika · 4 months
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ffxiv brainrot is so real..
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softiedingo · 4 months
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Pedro Pascal + hugging
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offkilterkeys · 22 days
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The world isn’t ready for my alpha kid readings.
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yourtamaki · 7 months
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would u mind expanding on zoro's huge fat dumb leaky cock 🎤
you’re a gem for giving me the chance to ramble <3
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mostly i’m thinking about how good zoro’s poker face is and how it’s really hard for you to tell what he’s thinking early on in your relationship. zoro isn’t one for words and you knew that going in but there’s only so much silence you can take before you start to listen to the doubt that whispers that his feelings for you aren’t as deep as yours are for him.
and maybe those whispers could take hold if it wasn’t for how zoro would come to you at night, take your hand in his and let you feel exactly what you do to him.
zoro’s cock drools over you, over your smile and your laugh, over the way your eyes seek him out every time you step into a room and how you light up when you spot him. every little thing you do reminds him that you're his now. and when you wrap your hand around him and squeeze, the fat drops of precum that dribble out his tip show you that he's yours.
he’s fucking wrecked for you and zoro’s poker face can do nothing to hide it, not with how he fucks into your fist and keeps a large hand on the back of your neck so you can’t look away while you jack him off. there’s a promise in his stare, a promise of your ruination that only has you moving faster until he’s spilling over your fingers.
zoro doesn’t say much but it’s fine. at least his cock is honest with you.
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baby-kittennn · 2 months
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idk i just thinkkkk getting calls from ur stalker where he jerks off on the phone would be so hot >.<
answering the phone n getting no response to your hellos, but when u go to hangup u hear a raspy voice telling you not to end the call, hearing the heavy breathing n their slight moans before u realize what they’re doing on the other end and rush to hang up, all flustered at the thought of someone being so obsessed w u they can’t help themselves from jerking off to the sound of ur voice!!
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strwrs · 3 months
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REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005)
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teddybeartoji · 2 months
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office au! with coworker!gojo
he's the type to always be a little late. by a little, i of course mean a lot. he always bursts in the door with the biggest smile on his lips and four coffees in his hand. he winks at his coworkers, who then always blush and giggle out a hi, satoru! and you always roll your eyes at that. satoru nods his male coworkers, who always try to dap him up and start a conversation but he doesn't have time for that. he has things to do. (as if he isn't literally Late smh)
he answers the guys' question while he's walking – his eyes set on his favourite coworker. you. sitting in your cubicle, you're trying to ignore him and his dramatic enterance. that he does every single day. how annoying can he be? before you can roll your eyes again, a cup of coffee has landed on your table, making you glance over your shoulder.
he's blinding you, his grin is stretched so wide it's almost a bit creepy. he's standing right behind you, leaning his hand on your table right next to where he just placed the coffee. he's way too close for a co-worker and you gulp.
ugh.
"aren't you gonna thank your favourite coworker for bringing you coffee? whew, tough crowd, huh." his smile doesn't falter and he just leans in closer, his cologne clouding your senses.
UGH.
and he really does do it every single fucking day. he brings you coffee and he annoys you and he makes your eyes roll so hard you almost go blind and you hate to admit that he's kinda cute... it's whatever.
back to the coffees. so one of them is for you – he knows your order because he dug out the receipt from your bag when you weren't looking on his second day there. he almost got caught, too. but he only did that because you didn't wanna tell him your order!! and he was so insistent on bringing you coffee that he just had to find another way. he loved the way your eyes widened and how you tried to mask your surprised expression but nothing gets past his keen eyes. when you asked how he did it, he just told you that he guessed it. yeah, right....
the second coffee is for him. it's an insanely sweet latte. how do you know? he made you try it. more liked begged for you to try it. you also hate to admit that his puppy-dog eyes worked on you... he only drinks the special latte from the corner coffee shop and he refuses to drink the office "coffee". he's fancy like that.
the third coffee is for his second favourite coworker – kento nanami! they sure make an interesting pair. kento is the main reason why satoru even got the job. the latter begged him to pitch for him to the boss; he was so excited by the concept of Office Work and just had to try it out. he, of course, passed the interview with flying colors and kento regrets his decision to "help" him out in the first place. satoru yaps his ears off whenever he isn't doing the same to you and he's constantly leaving little notes for the man. you once saw one and it just had a miniature penis drawn on it. very mature.
and the fourth coffee is for your boss. satoru isn't sucking up like you originally thought he was. you think he just wants to bring her coffee? your boss is cool – she's in her forties and she has a strong voice, everybody always listens to her and she really does make for a very good boss. your guess is that satoru has a crush on her. (you're wrong. he also just thinks she's super fucking cool. literally nothing else to it.)
he's always wearing a fancy white button-up with a black tie loosely hanging around his neck and a pair of matching black slacks that hug his thighs so nicely that the women and the men of the office are always finding it hard to not stare at them. he gets an obnoxious ego boost from this.
he's constantly leaning on other people's desks, pushing his hips out and it really is hard to concentrate whenever he does it. the pose and the smug smirk he sends you when he catches you looking is making you feel hot. he always catches you too, it's so annoying. why can't he just continue doing whatever he's doing so you can admire him in peace?
he's loud, he's annoying and he's so fucking good at his job that firing him couldn't even be a passing thought. he actually does his paperwork rather fast; often finishing before you and that gives him the time to tease you for being slow. he does that way less than you expected though. only a few times in a day – enough to annoy you but never enough to actually make you upset or angry. he actually helps you sometimes. he can tell you don't wanna ask and he doesn't wanna make you feel bad - he'd rather watch you roll your pretty eyes at his stupid jokes with a small hidden smile than roll them with a deep frustrated sigh. he learned that the hard way.
he loves your smile. more often than not you can't keep the straight face you try to put up with him, making your loud laughter resonate throughout the whole office. oh, how his eyes shine at that.
long story short. he's infuriating. he's funny. he's way too good at his job. he's way too handsome. you loathe working with him and yet, you can't stop smothering him in kisses whenever you two "happen" to meet in the printer room.
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creatureesque · 4 months
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ermmm been watching mcyts a lot lately to cope with the horrors (uni) thos block men unironically saving my life rn
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snoozerin · 9 days
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The voices took over gootbye
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snersona · 9 months
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DAY 2: First Kiss
theyre just such good friends <3 hashtag awesome
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nsharks · 1 year
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Kinda nsfw buuut Ghost BIGGEST turn on is domestic. You're sitting there on the couch in nothing but his shirt, freshly showered, absolutely devouring your favorite meal, theres love bites around your neck and thighs from when got home. He's watching you and that little primal part of his brain is going off about how content and happy he made his girl. Immediately ready to have you again just to make you happy. Bonus points if your pregnant cause then he already can't get enough of you.
domestic ghost is so turned on by you <3
You're already awake when Simon trudges out of the bedroom. He'd only just gotten home from a month-long mission overseas, and he was still catching up on sleep.
But when his lidded eyes catch sight of you, sitting on the couch with only his long-sleeve thermal slung on, he feels properly awakened. It's a damning image. One that has consumed his life and heated his heart.
His shirt— too damn big on you, even with the growing swell of your bump. Your cheeks— a glowing beacon of content. You look blistered with happiness, sitting on the couch and eating a bowl of cereal, a hand idly caressing your stomach.
A baby. Fatherhood. Maybe those things still itched him with worry. But they also gripped him with a rare excitement. A nest of love cooped up in his chest whenever he brushed a hand to your belly.
And perhaps it's something primal— something about the jarring domesticity of it. But the sight of his pregnant girl in his shirt, little marks on the bit of your collarbone where he'd nibbled the night before, makes him ache.
So when you do notice him enter the living room, you don't have the chance for even a good morning before he's knelt on the floor in front of you. A stance of worship. His hands lazily take hold of your knees to part you open.
He eats you out like this.
Right here.
One hand slips under the shirt you've got on to cup the underside of your stomach while the other hand spreads your folds apart. His mask is long gone at this point. There's no desire to hide from you. His tongue is your disciple. It finds home in the temple between your thighs and slurps and dribbles and glides with love more than anything. The taste of you is something sweet, something precious.
"Wanna make you feel good," Simon sighs into your cunt. Your hands have already found his hair. The heels of your feet propped on his shoulders.
"Wanna take care of you."
And he does, in every way he can.
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atlasnessie · 3 months
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being with CHUUYA means being one another’s biggest supporters. the mafia is a scary place, it isn’t for the kind hearted and you know this well. it also isn’t a place for romance, though, it seems as if executive CHUUYA NAKAHARA does mind, just don’t embarrass him. “hey, you’re back. are you hurt anywhere ..? wha — i wasn’t waiting for you !! i just happen to be here. yeah yeah, whatever. get to the medics if you’re hurt. i’ll walk you.”
CHUUYA doesn’t have a lot of free time; coming home around five in the morning and then going back to work around eight. if he’s lucky, he’ll come home early and get a decent four hours of sleep. during those hours of rest, he can’t seem to grasp sleep the way he wants it. but seeing you, home earlier than him and bundled up with the blanket on your shared bed, CHUUYAS muscles relax. maybe he’ll get a few extra hours tonight. “hm ? sorry doll, did i wake you ? no ? alright. quit chatting, go back to bed. i’ll tell ‘ya how my day went when you wake up later, ‘kay ? love you.”
CHUUYA takes his job as a mafioso and a lover very seriously, understanding the concept of separating work from his home and love life. though, on days off, he’ll convince mori to give you one too, spending the day together. CHUUYA would buy you anything and everything. he knows you can pay with your own money, the mafia treats the both of you far too well, but he’s gotta spoil you every now and then, right ? “let’s go here. are you seriously askin’ why ? there was something you were eyeballing this fuckin’ whole week … don’t say you ‘don’t need it,’ love. come on, before it’s gone.”
CHUUYA NAKAHARA, once a strange fifteen year-old you met and rumored to be the vessel of arahabaki. he isn’t human, people would tell you, but you thought otherwise. his emotions raged like fire, pure and true. and for the longest time until dazai’s mysterious departure, you admired him from afar. CHUUYA wasn’t a ‘diamond in the rough,’ he was born as ‘the’ diamond, living amongst rocks and rubble that would crack into nothing. how you and CHUUYA came to be still remains a mystery to you. perhaps it was when you cried when dazai left and he tried to comfort you, telling you a bastard like him isn’t worth crying over, or when he dragged you all the way back to the headquarters when you were weak and shot in the legs during a mission. however it was, you knew it was meant to be, you and CHUUYA. hearts linked and intertwined, born and made to be with one another, like needle, like thread. “hiya, dollface. boss wanted to drop these off to you. he said you can do them tomorrow. when you’re done with everything, gimme a call and we’ll go out to eat. ‘ya cravin’ anything ?”
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dizzybizz · 1 year
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been watching word of honor
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