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being in the same room as that is worse than seeing a Goliath bird eater crawl onto your lap while you take a shit

i hope i never ever ever see this image while im high or it will also straight up kill me. it would make me so scared my skeleton would run away And id be a boneless scared heap on the ground

@veryundercookedbreadart YOUR SO NICE???? LOOK AT THIS WTF Thank you so much I'm so flattered ahhh. I'm so happy people find my art so enjoyable, I can't even, thank you so much. I never thought others would pay attention and appreciate my art like this ever, especially not after like five days of posting art thank you so much for the support!

OMFG THE EPISODE LAST NIGHT FUCK ITS OVER THERES NOTHING LEFT FOR ME FUCK I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH GODS DAM IT FUCK

anyway here's a wip of popstar fem Lance Im going to fix the feet and shit later

Also I just realized I never introduced myself so I'ma do that at some point too 👍🏽 I might do the whole gang as a band but also I'm tired burnt out and too young for this :( death is a mercy atp. Just as a personal update life fuckin sucks bc I got all As and Bs except my bitch ass crusty ass AP human geo teacher gave me a fucking 79 so my parents are going to murder me haha anyways that's it. Enjoy.

FORGET the matching volvos. this is the real reason edward cullen and declan lynch started dating 

With my Parents, grandmother died few days ago, fucking heat is intense, Satan is a gay faggot. WHEN WILL ALL OF THIS SHIT END!!!

Holy fuckin shit; who is this and how did he do the thing?! My entire childhood just got thrown right in my face, and it felt goddamn amazing.

😩😩😩

wait a second... I'm busy watching this cooking show 🫦

He displayed such a variety of emotions during the van scene that I can't even begin to try and understand what he was thinking in that moment.

Like he looks happy but then he looks pissed and then he looks like he feels sad/guilty and then he looks like he's just confused.

And then he kept looking at the painting weird after he found out El "commissioned" it.

MIKE WHEELER LET ME IN YOUR BRAIN. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?? WHAT ARE YOU FEELING??

He suggests it specifically because he said men are simple. It was never a knock on Penelope for liking books, it was a knock on men for being too dumb to appreciate that about her.

Their relationship will be built on a foundation of Colin’s admiration of her as a friend that predates his sexual attraction, we know for a fact Colin appreciates her personality. Colin was laughing about Pen’s joke about Lord Byron back in season one, please be serious, he has no problems with her interest in books.

"No more talk of books"

The second it was out people are like: tHaT mAkeS mE cHeER fOr DeBLinG eVeN mORe.

NO!

First of all, it's a parallel, it was done on purpose. And second of all. It's a really good advice to quickly catch a husband out of convenience! Men did not want a smart witty woman - which is also one of the reasons she's still single - it was a great advice for her situation! She's not trying to find the love of her life with his help, only a usefull idiot to take her away from her family and leave her alone to be free!

Stop looking for anything else behind it!!!!!

Think a little, jfc.

sweetie pie cr. jung-koook

oh.

Somehow the english dub VA for Shindo managed to make this petty psycho sound 10x more horny and gay and I am LIVING FOR IT.

Lmaoooooo

Bakugou: babe where you calling from

Y/n: I waved to a man because I thought he waved at me. Apparently he was waving to another guy. So to get out of the awkward situation I kept my hand up and a taxi pulled over and drove me to the airport. I am now in Poland starting a new life. 

Bakugou:.........

Femdom Delight

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Nanami Kento, Choso, Ryomen Sukuna Reader: female (cis) CW: explicit n.sfw content, femdom, individual warnings per each drabble, Sukuna's drabble (the last one) contains dark content Word Count: ~2.6k together A/N: dedicated to Gojo's slutty waist that isn't leaving me alone since last Friday. Higuruma and Choso per @childofblackmaria's request 😘

cw: pegging, breeding talk, teasing, dirty talk mixed with praise

Gojo’s thick thighs start trembling. He’s hanging on the last thin straps of control and dignity, the mewls he’s been giving you growing louder and lewder. Sweat pearls along his arching back; droplets dribble down his spine towards the line of shaved hair at the back of his head. 

You retract your hips, almost pulling out of him, and pour more lube on the shaft of your plastic cock. It slides back into him with delicious ease, slick, almost swallowed by his lustful greed. He moans, low and throaty, when you bottom out, buried balls-deep in him.

“Good boy,” you murmur and spread his asscheeks, devouring the views. You skim past sweaty hair and line of arched spine, towards the red marks your hands left by his waist, blooming with ease on his pale skin. Finally, you focus on your union, on his stretched hole gripping the thick shaft whenever you move your hips back. He doesn’t say it—but you know he’s begging for you to stay, to drill him deeper, to fuck and breed him throughout.

“You take me so well,” you coo and smirk, seeing Gojo finally caving and hiding face in pillows, his sweet sounds now muffled. “You love when I fuck you with this big dildo, hm?”

Sharp trembling of his limbs and a needy groan are his answer. You move the pump to your dominant hand and push his hips down. Obedient, he follows, sprawling himself flat on the bed. Mounting him comfortably you adjust the angle of your thrusts until they cease, fat dildo nestled in him deep and stable.

“What happened to my big and mighty Satoru Gojo?” You chuckle, drawing a line on his back with your nails. You love how his muscles tense under your touch; thin and white, barely visible, hairs stand up and tickle your fingertips. “You’re so behaved when you want my cock…”

You lie down and press close, your breasts flush against his broad, sweaty, hot back. Gojo groans louder again as he’s turned face to side for a breath, quickly hiding again. His long fingers dig helplessly into the sheets, immense pleasure overwhelming his reactions.

“Tsk, tsk, lemme hear you,” free hand sneaking into his hair you pull his head away from the safety of pillows, at the same time squirting some of the thick, cum-like lube into him. 

Gojo lets you. Loudly, shamelessly, and needy; such a lewd moan teared out of the throat of a man deemed the strongest. The strongest, yes, on the battlefield, stomping on the teared flesh of his enemies. But here, in your bed, he’s but your toy, a doll you use however you like. And whenever you like.

“Good boy.” You lick the back of his neck, bury your nose into the delicious smell of his hair. “You like when I breed you, hm? You’re such a cute cumslut for me.”

cw: bondage, sucking on strap, hint of footjob

You’ve expected that Higuruma wouldn’t submit to your will so easily. He’s not a brat in the usual meaning of it—but also not a man who would succumb easily to such mundane needs and whims. You don’t have all the power on him; his unwavering gaze, looking up at you, is a remarkable proof of his silent resistance. He’s on his knees only because he wants to, your whims and orders—and his distinct bulge pressing through his pants—have nothing to do with it.

And yet, he listens. And yet, the thrill of the moment is rushing through your veins like adrenaline. You love not having him wholly within your reach.

“You’re so silent…” Not daring to ruin the quiet, you don’t speak much louder than a whisper. “As a lawyer you should use more words…”

His gaze heavy and eyes half-lidded, Higuruma tilts head back and takes a deeper breath, the slightly whistling rustle of air is his only answer. Unfazed, you trace the lines or red ropes, tied around his chest and keeping his hand bound behind his back, with the tip of your stiletto. You can see his muscles taunting under a thin, white shirt, but that’s as much as you get out of him. Even when you keep moving down, towards the hard bulge, cozily underlined with another loop of rope.

“You’re not going to say anything?” You smirk and give your strapped cock a lazy stroke. Your hand is slick and sticky with strawberry-flavored lube you chose for tonight—and you feel an immense urge to wipe it against his cheek, to stain his handsome face before you move to the main course. 

Higuruma’s gaze flicks down, towards the dildo, his Adam’s apple bobbing just slightly at the sight of thick, heavy droplets sliding down its shaft.

“Are you hungry?” You tease and press his crotch harder. His hips jerk forwards, he ruts against your foot but stutters and stills as fast as he’s reacted. 

“Anything you say can be used against you.” Moving the tip of your shoe against the curve of his bulge, you taste the words and their weight on your tongue. “But this is not a court. Your punishment will be only your reward. And if you’re going to be a good boy, we might even skip that part.”

He jerks again, a slow, dragging move of hips against your sole—but this time you see pleasure and need in his eyes, the everlasting calm, emotionless, expression breaking into a pleading, demanding whim.

You can’t help but smirk with satisfaction.

“Are you hungry?” You repeat and reach out to him. Higuruma hesitates only for a moment.

“I am, ma’am.” He shimmies closer, clumsily with hands bound, and licks your palm, opens mouth wide for your fingers. You toy with him, test how nimble his tongue is, how deep he can take you before he gags. The way he whimpers around your fingers, the way his eyes darken with pleasure, the way tears prick at their corners when you touch his limits… You’re getting wet just from the sight.

“I have something bigger for you.” Grabbing your cock at the base, you rub its head against his lips. 

You don’t have power over Higuruma—but at this moment, at this moment only, he blindly gives you all the reins, and swallows the offered treat like a good boy he is.

cw: crossdressing, rimming, degradation

Nanami blushes so easily, for his own demise. The curse of his Nordic ancestors ruins his serious demeanor at the slightest inconvenience—and he’s extra prone to any intimate situation, to restless teasing and to pushing him into an utterly embarrassing state. 

But it looks so cute. Especially paired with a skimpy maid dress.

“Your tea, ma’am.” He places the tray with the teakettle, cup and three cookies, neatly piled on a little porcelain plate. He pours you some, careful to not spill a single droplet, and takes a few steps back for a respectful distance.

“Thank you.” You nod with a smile and let your gaze wander up his legs. Long, strong legs, with thighs thick enough to crush wooden logs—now deliciously exposed by a tight, short dress. It’s frilled and has a window on his chest: a perfect view on big, soft and hairy pecs, additionally squeezed by restraining fabric. “Are you wearing panties?”

Red explodes on Nanami’s face, and he has to bite on lips before he dares to speak, “No, ma’am, I am not.”

You click your tongue with a feigned disappointment, “Bend over.”

His legs are shaking and he’s right on the verge of giving up to embarrassment—but he listens and shows you his rear against the same table, right next to your tea set. 

“Walking around the house, working and cleaning, without any underwear?” You don’t need to lift the skirt to see what you want but you do it anyway. “You’re such a dirty slut, Kento-chan.”

Slowly, you drag a finger down from his butthole towards his balls—and he whimpers, voice muffled, as he’s probably hiding face in hands right now.

“Dirty, horny whore of a maid—” You keep teasing him at the same spot, watching with satisfaction as he’s growing fast under your ministrations— “thinking about his mistress doing lewd things to his little, tight hole… Instead of working…”

“I’m sorry, ma’am…” Nanami chokes on words, trying his hardest to overpower whimpers and mewls. “I promise… Never again…”

“Aww, aren’t you sweet?” You tease his entrance with a slow, encircling move. It twitches, hungry for your attention. “For a cock-hungry whore you have such an angelic voice. I can’t help but devour you, Kento-chan.” 

You nudge his legs open wider and kneel between them, face at the level of his ass. Tension runs through his muscles, not a bad one, but definitely nervous and embarrassed to high heavens. You suck a little, teasing hickey on the inner side of his thigh, smirking as his whimpers grow louder and more desperate.

“You were dreaming about my tongue, weren’t you?” You spread his cheeks open and move closer, your breath ghosting against the most sensitive and intimate part of his body. “Be a good whore and admit it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Nanami’s voice—usually so low and raspy—breaks with ease. “Please, can I have it?”

You reward his honesty with a deliberate lick, from his balls towards his hole. He moans—and immediately shuts his mouth with both hands.

“No, Kento-chan—” You pull away, not without satisfaction noting how he sighed, disappointed. “You will get my tongue only if you sing for me like a dirty slut you are.”

You lick at his butthole this time, teasingly sliding the tip of your tongue inside until you hear his voice clearly again, truly a melody for your ears.

cw: restraints, overstimulation, begging, non-penetrative sex

You know the power that lies in Choso’s arms, in those thick muscles and big hands, capable of tearing and crushing and breaking—and carrying you around as if you were but a mere feather. That’s why you ordered custom handcuffs, from the strongest materials available, and then bribed Gojo Satoru with a pile of sweets to imbue them with an insane load of cursed energy, so they could work as a decent seal.

Even though you hear the metal chain moaning as loud as him when he pulls, trying to break free and grab your hips to get what he desperately needs from you.

“Fuck! Y/N!” Choso thrashes head to sides, hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. “Please. Please! I can’t any longer! I—”

His hoarse voice turns into a whimper when you drag your hips again, wet, hot slit against his painfully hard and sensitive cock.

“Please what?” You coo, keeping the slow, teasing pace. “Can you finish the sentence?”

You press harder against him, putting almost all of your weight into the friction, and the attempt to answer dies on him with a moan.

Smirking, you continue, one hand running through his chest hair and happy trail. His abdomen is stained with cum, on top of a glistering layer of sweat; you brought him to his high a few times already, restlessly rubbing your cunt against his cock until he’s come all over himself—and never ceasing doing so. He’s so sensitive and spent he’s shaking and raging, each move of your hips sparking his nerves like an electric shock. Veins bulge on his arms, muscles twitch and taunt—but the handcuffs are merciless. 

Drooling and crying, Choso finds some power to hump against you, but he steals only some more friction, not exactly what he wants and needs.

“Please… Lemme cum…” His big, puppy eyes seem even bigger under the thin layer of overstimulated tears.

“Oh? But you already came so much…” You cease moving until he stops jerking and shifting under you. Choso is desperate and half-mad with lust but still understands as much. If he wants to get what he asks for, he has to play on your rules. “Do you still want more? So greedy…”

“N-no… Lemme… Lemme in—”

You cut his pleading shut with a sudden, sharp drag of hips—and a shameless moan of your own. Long session of teasing and rubbing against him hasn’t left you unbothered; your juices stain his lower abdomen and sheets under you two. You’re teetering on the line of your first orgasm—and frankly, his helpless whimpers and begging only stir you on more. 

You’re not taking this pleasure away from you.

“Y/N!” Choso sobs, the bed frame creaking as he’s thrashing against the restraints. “Please! Fuck! Please! Put it in! Lemme cum in you!”

You stop again and lean down, squishing his cheeks and forcing him to look at you, until he remains still and silent, obedient the same way he’s been when you’ve cuffed him to the bed.

“That’s better.” You smile and kiss his tears away. “But I’m cumming first. Then you can ask me nicely again.”

cw: dubcon, handjob, forced orgasm, Sukuna threatens you with...Sukuna-compliant things

“I’m going to kill you.”

The weight of those words and the range of the voice saying them would have you terrified under any other circumstance. But you’re midst one of those once-in-a-millennium moments, in power you would never expect yourself to ever have. You are the stronger one. You are dealing the cards and dictating the conditions. You are having a curse on your mercy—and nothing and no one could stop you from doing whatever you want to do now.

He seems to care about it as much as you care about his threats.

“I’ll rip your head off.” Sukuna muses, as disinterested as if he wasn’t spread against a wall and pierced to it, all four arms plastered with countless seals. Each would be enough to kill a curse of a significant power. “I’ll tear your ribcage open and smash your heart. And break all your limbs. Gauge your eyes. Bite your breasts off. And then fuck whatever is left of you. All of that while keeping you alive, you worthless maggot.”

“Don’t make me rip your tongue out.” You scoff and squeeze him harder. Any other creature would be already hissing in pain—but not the king of curses. He’s “just” hard against your palm, heavier than any cock you’ve held in your life.

Half of this is satisfaction from his miserable state—and half of it sheer curiosity. But overall, his and only his fault. Even if on the verge of a death sentence, Sukuna couldn’t keep his filthy mouth to himself. You, well, just accepted the challenge.

“You want to harm me.” He laughs, loud and ugly. “You can’t even get me to cum with those weak hands of yours.”

Instead of answering you squeeze his cock so hard you feel pain in your hand. Sukuna’s smirk fades a little and his eyes pop open as he lets out a hiss, not a painful one, but still, the first vocal reaction you’ve heard of him.

His other cock, on purpose ignored and abandoned, twitches and brushes against your wrist. You crook an eyebrow at the sight, triumphant and encouraged.

“Not only you will cum—” Keeping a steady and tight hold on him, you jerk him violently— “you will cum when I tell you so, you worthless curse.”

“You’re a mouthy bitch.” Sukuna scoffs, both pairs of eyes squinted and observing you with disdain. “But that’s as much as you can—”

Genuine surprise flashes through his face when, with a free hand, you trace and press at his perineum.

“Fuck—” He groans and thrashes against the binds. “You—”

“A worthless maggot who can’t even get you to cum?” Now, having a thread ready in your reach, you don’t intend to let it go. The satisfaction from humbling Sukuna himself is even greater than the views and arousal coming from absolute control.

Who knows, maybe you will cave against your inner promise and use his cocks for your own pleasure after you get bored with milking him?

Smirking, you watch him crumble and succumb into your touch—until he finally caves in himself, with a loud, demon-like groan, spurting cum from both of his cocks all over your hand.

“I’m going to kill you,” he repeats, sheer murder beaming from his eyes. “No, you will beg me to kill you.”

The amount of love between Rowena and Sam is incredible. I personally don't see it as romantic, but whatever it is, it's there. And it's so sad that he had to be the one to kill her. Especially because Free Will is what their entire family is based around and it was fate that made him have to kill her.

i’m not even sure what to say about this man anymore ↣ for @loverjimin 

“Dimple” is seriously my ultimate, most favorite vocal-line arrangement. EVERY TIME I watch this performance of the song, I die from drowning in their ethereal, sexually-charged presence...  🥵 🥵 🥵

Vocal Line + Dimple │ 5th Muster Magic Shop in Busan

Written and directed by Jason Todd.