Pula, Croatia 2022

was anyone ever so young?

tbh if a girl fell asleep on me she’s getting the full cat experience like i’d die before disturbing you “oh just wake me up” like stfu no i will sit there with my locked up joints for hours making this face at you🥺

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Nsfw! Anybody remember when I was on my sugar daddy Diavolo kick?….yea it’s back :((

Sugar daddy! Diavolo who buys you everything you want!! ‘n I mean everything~ jewelry, fancy clothes, little gifts and even things you only looked at for a moment.

Sugar daddy! Diavolo who takes you to dinner at the most expensive restaurants in the Devildom~ getting to show you off and spend time together, really what could be better? Even if he’s paying for everything-

Sugar daddy! Diavolo who treats you like royalty ♛ and fucks you like a whore ♡

As soon as you get back to the castle, all thoughts of shopping and expensive dates are whipped from your mind.

Instead, you’re focused on the task at hand. Sinking to your knees and taking his cock into your mouth, earning everything you just bought, and every penny you spent.

After that, you’ll be crying out as your daddy pounds you into his luxury king sized mattress. Your nails scratching down his back as you try to ground yourself as his thick demon cock bullies your poor little pussy.

He teases you a lot too~ calling you his, ‘Good little human.’ before making you tell him how much of a whore you really are, and you do it with a cockdrunk smile on your face~

After all you’d do anything for your daddy, he’s the only one who knows exactly how to spoil you~ with his money….and his cock ❤︎

Minor reason that i like Oblivion better than Skyrim but it's still a fun thing to point out:

Skyrim guard arresting you: By order of the Jarl, stop right there. (Calm, weapon drawn but still relaxed) You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her peoples. What say you in your defence? (Will hear you out, voice not raised, evn and consistent tone and level of volume, indicates that thr crime hurt Skyrim and it's citizens making it more personal)

Oblivion guard arresting you: STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!! (Loud enough to blow my earsrums out, forceful, incredibly angry) YOU VIOLATED THE LAW!! Pay the court a fine or serve your sentence (This man is quivering with rage, he specifically says "violated" the law evoking much worse imagery than "committed crimes", about 2 seconds away from snapping and killing you outright)

*sits up in bed with a gasp* what if Alecto is split into 2 more books. WHAT THEN

Reblog to save a mutual from the Ghostface killer!!!!

Sleep Talker

he already loves a worm

Has this been done yet lmao?

Was Pops much help in Home Sweet Home? I can imagine he was really helpful with the puzzles. Also did noodle father tend to your wound from the train wreck?

“I can do blood, but 1. It was my leg, and 2. I could see my muscles flexing whenever I moved. It’s a damn miracle the adrenaline let me go as long as It did - still is, rather. I still have no idea how I managed to carry DD’s ass while running! Pops and DD both are forcing me on bed rest until I stop limping. Cunts, the both of them!(/lh/j)” (Language, Cherub.)

gripping the bathroom sink and haggardly gazing into the mirror, only instead of my reflection there’s just a picture of docm77 that’s been poorly printed off and taped up

anyways trying to work out my design for him and having an utterly normal one about it

Close ups:

i am shaking this man like a ragdoll girl what do you LOOK likeeee

“Too bad about the outcome though… ex-champion.”

Kieran’s words after his battle with Drayton.

Wait guys, is Brooke somehow Linda Monroe's daughter?

✅️blonde

✅️named after a body of water

I think about this picture a lot tbh

Comfort Food

I’m thinking about a cozy stuffing with the richest, warmest, most comforting food in existence: a heaping bowl of pasta. A character has had a rough day, so when they finally have the evening to unwind and marathon their favorite show, they make it extra special by whipping up/ordering a family-sized pasta dish that’s absolutely drowning in a thick, creamy sauce. When they finally recline on the sofa and rest the warm bowl on the crest of their hungry belly, they’re already in a glazed over state of bliss. The show they’re watching is interesting enough to keep them glued while shoveling oversized forkfuls of pasta down their gullet, spraying flecks of sauce as they noisily slurp it up.

The first several mouthfuls of pasta settle delightfully in their tummy, washing away the troubles of the day. The sauce is so rich it catches in their throat, occasionally making them lightly cough to clear their palate. Incidentally, during one of said coughs, they notice the hefty weight deep in their belly. They look down in surprise to see a noticeable bump just under their breast, sloping gently toward their bellybutton. Lightly pressing their fingers against the bump jostles the digesting noodles, prompting a soft burp. A bout of action on the tv screen retracts their attention, and well…the still-warm bowl on their lap is wafting pleasantly spiced aromas past the gurgling mound in their belly and up to their nose. Their fork goes back to dutifully twirling, each mouthful delivering a hefty addition to the pasta already sitting in their belly like concrete.

To no one’s surprise, the bowl winds up empty and the belly ends up a heaving bowling ball atop a now moaning character. The show continues in the background, but the character is slumped into their cushions with their head tilted back, mouth hanging open to help get extra oxygen into a body that feels like it’s 99% composed of pasta. At that angle, their heavy, swollen stomach feels like it’s pressing against their lungs, stretching the skin of their abdomen uncomfortably. One hand is cradling their jutting-out underbelly, the other massaging the overstuffed organ while it gurgles away, emitting strained, shifting bubbles that they can feel under their fingers. Through throaty, gargling belches, they can feel the heat from their engorged stomach spreading deep into their body, extending down into their pants, only making them moan louder with each euphorically painful cramp. It feels like they filled their digestive system with wet sand, every labored breath urging up more gurgles and burps as their guts try to find space for the slop invading every nook and cranny.

The evening, starting out warm and comfortable, quickly evolved into a hot, sweaty, belch-filled night that can end in any way you can imagine.