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[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[sunnymimis]

Playing around with some colors again! 🟢🔵🟣 Ji-hoon and Seong-nam belong to me! Tae-yong belongs to @burukaji!

[courtmartialme]

thought about riza watching her sons grow up knowing they're loved AND that they love her back. 72 injured

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; male!reader

sun rays greet satoru's face as he stretches his whole body across your shared bed. there's a dopey smile on his face as he watches you pace around the bedroom, determined to find a specific shirt and his dick twitches at the sight of you bending over. the material of your boxers stretches so deliciously over your ass and it has satoru biting down onto his lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

he tried to keep you in bed you were so determined to start your day early and well, satoru isn't opposed to letting you think that you have a chance to escape him.

you're still looking for your shirt, talking about your plans, completely missing the shuffling sound the sheets as satoru crawls over the bed like some sort of a predator. his feet hit the floor and that's what gets your attention – spinning around, you're met with an overly sweet grin. he's up to something.

trying to take a step back, satoru's hands are quick to stop you; his slender fingers wrap around your wrist while the others dance on your lower back, pulling you flush to him.

"satoru..." you warn him and he gives you a playful 'hm?'.

eyes glued to his, you try to figure out what exactly is he up to but you don't have to think for long when you feel his boner rubbing against your own clothed dick. your eyes tear from his and flick down to where you're connected and the sight makes you gulp. satoru watches your adam's apple bob and he wastes no time in wriggling his hips just a bit, his grin widening when your breath hitches.

"feels good, heh?"

he uses you like his own personal plaything, pushing and pulling you against him with ease. all of your protests die down in your throat as you feel yourself hardening. there's a wet patch forming on satoru's boxers, pre-cum already ruining the material just from rubbing his cock against yours. but he's not ashamed, he never is – he's not afraid to show you how you make him feel. how hard you make him just by... being.

"y'look so handsome."

glaring at him through your eyelashes, he laughs. "what? i can't tell my boyfriend that he looks handsome anymore?" while his tone has a teasing lilt to it, you know his question is real.

"i– ahh... woke up like five minutes ago, i still have sleep in my eye."

a deep groan straight from the depths of satoru's tummy spills from his lips, his hands tugging at you closer against him. "hot."

heat spreads all over your body, from your chest to your neck and face, from your chest to your lower belly. satoru feels your dick twitch at his 'compliment' and his own does the same, so fucking excited to have this kind of an effect on you.

when you raise your hands, he's almost sure that you're about to try to push him away but he's pleasantly surprised to feel your fingers scratching at his undercut instead. "you're so– weird."

light-hearted laughter bubbles from satoru before he leans in to press a kiss to your jaw. "you love me."

his voice is all raspy and his touch burns in the best way possible and you're no better than him at this point – making a mess in your underwear just because of some heavy petting. it's not like he'd ever judge you though; satoru wants you both to let go and never hold back on your desires.

he sucks at your sensitive skin, right at your pulse point while still pushing and pulling you against him. pride blooms in his chest when a moan rips through your body – his hand has slipped under the waistband of your boxers and over your ass. he gives it a squeeze before pressing further, the tips of his fingers brushing over your asshole ever so gently.

you give his snowy roots a tug and it makes satoru groan into your skin. unable to keep your head up straight, you let it fall back, giving your boyfriend even more room to kiss and worship. his lips never leave you; he's determined to mark you as his with the prettiest heart-shaped hickeys. you'd scold him and tell him to stop but... you can't think clearly anymore.

his finger circles your hole and it has you arching your back; your hard nipples brush against his and the room fills with wanton moans coming from the both of you. everything he does to you feels so fucking good – he floods your senses with his scent, with his warmth, with his touch. you never even had a chance.

removing a hand from his hair, you can't help but smile idly at the sound of his whine. but you only take it away to place it on his chest instead. you paw at his skin, just above his heart and relish in the way his hips stutter against yours. the knot in your lower tummy tightens and your balls contract – tell-tale signs of your upcoming climax.

you want to be mad at him, scream and yell, tell him off because he manages to make you cum in record time every time he tries something new. you want to enjoy it, you'd like to take your time but no, he's over here rocking your world by just... grinding against you and giving you hickies like some teenager. you can't believe it.

but you can't let him have all the fun now, can you? so, you take the hand on his chest and move it over to his pec and give it a squeeze before thumbing at his nipple. satoru's whole body twitches at the light touch, his lips parting with your neck for a mere second. he tilts his head to catch your gaze and he doesn't regret it – he's met with a sick smile, one that's an exact match to the one he's wearing right now.

the corners of his eyes crinkle and his dimples say hi; beautiful blue orbs filled with love and adoration stare into yours as he gnaws on his bottom lip. your heart races in your chest and your whole body feels like it's on fire – you lean in at the same time and you collide in a fiery kiss.

sun peeks through the curtains behind you, warming you and satoru as you try to eat each others faces. he sucks on your tongue and you play with his nipple, you suck on his and he presses his finger against your sensitive hole. your cocks rub together and your pre-cum starts to mix as it seeps through the material of both of your boxers.

somewhere in the background your phone dings but neither of you hear it. satoru's kisses turn more hungry by the second, his hands more desperate as he pulls you towards him again and again. he isn't even letting you catch your breath, your chest now heaving as you near your orgasm. the friction between you two feels godly – it's the complete lack of shame; the way he's just always ready to make you feel good in every possible way known to mankind. dry humping you while standing up, dropping to his knees to eat your ass the second you come home, sucking you off when you're mad at the world – he's here for you.

he nibbles at your lip and you groan into his mouth. satoru's knows you're close because.. he's close, too. you're now just grinding your clothed dicks against each other, melting into yourselves as raspy whines and moans fall from your mouths. you're there, you're almost fucking there. you squirm in his hold, eyes screwed shut as satoru pushes the tip of his index finger into your ass—

knock! knock! knock!

still hazy from the pleasure, you try to pull away from satoru, leaving him chasing after your lips as he keeps humping you. while desperately trying to focus on whether somebody is actually behind your door or you're officially losing your mind, you spot your phone on the bed over satoru's shoulder. and then you remember.

suguru!

that's why you got out of bed early in the first place, that's why you said no to your usual morning shenanigans with satoru. your eyes widen and your whole being hurts as your orgasm begins to fade.

satoru has yet to come out of his, his eyes still closed as he blindly mouths at your chin. a strong shove against his shoulder helps with it but now he looks like a kicked puppy, sad and beaten because you're not returning his affections.

"suguru."

his brows furrow faster than ever. "excuse me?"

"behind the door."

"are you having a stroke right now, baby?" his face relaxes, his eyes closing in slow motion, one slower than the other. "c'mon, kiss me some more, hm?"

pinching his nipple a little harder than he'd like, your boyfriend squeals with wide eyes. "what, what?!"

"suguru was coming over, remember? and now he's here and neither of us are ready?!" you reprimand him through gritted teeth. another spurt of pre-cum leaks through your boxers and your eye twitches as the sensation. this is hurting you as much as him but you can't just let suguru wait for you. it's rude.

"so?"

now it's your time to stare at him with big eyes. "so?! that's our friend that we invited over, we're not gonna let him just fucking stand behind the door because you're horny, satoru."

his eyelashes flutter as his gaze drops to your rock hard cock pressed against his own.

"that's irrelevant."

and with a final shove, you push yourself away from your pouty boyfriend and rush to find some proper clothes. satoru laughs to himself when you harshly-not-so-harshly tell him him to get rid of his boner and to wash his hands, to which he only responds with the words 'i love you' in a singsong voice.

satoru knows that suguru knows, that's why he hasn't bothered to knock again in the first place. how does satoru know it? before climbing out of the bed to play around with you, he sent suguru a text message saying that he has to 'rub one out'. and knowing how suguru feels about you... oh, satoru can't wait for his best friend to see your disheveled hair and the fresh hickeys on your neck.

maybe he'll finally get suguru to join you two? especially knowing that neither of you or him actually got off in the first place, your ruined orgasms now settling deep in your lower stomach. satoru feels proud over his weird little matchmaking play, but c'mon – nobody can blame him for wanting his beloved and his best friend fuck, right? he just wants to see the two people he loves the most have fun and feel good, he has no problem sitting back and just enjoying the show you'll surely put on for him.

he feels giddy.

and in love.

[hwanwooyoung]

a shot of love straight to the heart 💘

[kijeu]

happiest birthday, christopher chan ♡ 1997.10.03

template credits: x x

[josephtrohman]

9.20.2024

[loevhyuck]

[wwheeljack]

All named Stunticons in the Iacon 5000 race.

[gl1tchr]

It’s interesting that Nolan is called the Great and Conquest is only called Conquest. Nolan is often looked at with high respect by other Viltrumites to the point parents tells their kids about how great Nolan was when it came to conquering. In the comics Nolan was given an award for his work in conquering planets, it’s really interesting that Nolan and Conquest are seen differently.

On another note would Thragg give up the throne if Nolan never betrayed the Viltrumites and he found out Nolan is the son of the former emperor?

I definitely think Nolan's praise comes from his incredible job at suppressing his emotions. He's the ideal, clinical, stoic Viltrumite who does his duty with honor. Conquest shows *too much* emotion. It doesn't matter that he's never failed to assimilate a planet or lost a fight, he's too *obvious* about the fact he's hurting. The way he makes it a point to be so intimate with the people he fights, talking to them so frankly and acting like they're *friends*, it's off-putting to other Viltrumites because that shows some form of *affection*. He GENUINELY loves doing this because it allows him the catharsis of being around others and basically forcing people to talk to him, which he can't do in his own Empire because there *are* social norms within the Empire, it's not just a free-for-all, there's decorum.

VVVTHE REST HAS SPOILERS!!!!VVV

And that's a GREATTT question. Because iirc, Thragg for a *split second* actually starts considering Nolan to be a genuinely good leader, but he sees his affection towards humans and it comes flooding back to him that (in his mind) if they allow human culture and even other cultures to blend with Viltrumites, he'll lose EVERYTHING he's ever cared about, being Viltrum heritage and culture. Thragg clearly had a lot of admiration for Argall, he speaks to his skull for council and comfort, it's one of the only "people" he confides in. I think Nolan could have even been a great friend to Thragg, and he even has a chance when Nolan exiles him to reach out in that way, seeing all the other Viltrumites fall behind Nolan could've been a wake-up call that Viltrum isn't crumbling, it's entering a new, better era of peace and unity. But by that point, he was too convinced Nolan would be a damage to the Empire. I don't know if *Nolan* could've done anything other than what he did. In fact, I think if Thragg had said "ykw you're right, this is better for the Empire, I literally allowed my people to breed with humans for the purpose of replenishing our numbers so there really isn't an issue with you being leader, you haven't done anything I haven't explicitly allowed the rest of my people to do", I FIRMLY, TRULY believe Nolan would've been like "Alright cool you're Emperor congrats. I'm tired, I don't want this position, and I just want to be with my family". If Thragg hadn't been so blinded by his self-isolation, emotional bottling, and fear, I genuinely think Nolan would've given him the proper throne of Emperor because he would see that Thragg truly DID want what was best for his Empire, he was just misguided as to what that was. He'd trust Thragg at that point to lead with peace. That's my couple cents!

[idliketobeatree]

(gif by mellxncollie)

@wordsinhaled was wondering if "edwin thought he was gonna get kissed here. the way he like. almost draws himself up a little like he's not ready omg. or what he thought charles was gonna say"

and. in another universe.

—

Edwin sees Charles' eyes flutter close as he moves in. His confession hangs in the air, heavy and flaming like the wisps of Hell lapping at their heels and everything comes to a halt when he creaks out, "wait!"

Charles stills. The air around them, too.

"Oh— shit, I mean— sorry!"

And Edwin is in a desperate need for another breath but his lungs are too full, pleurae stretched to their capacities. He shakes his head quickly, almost throwing them off-balance, down the staircase, to where the demon spider-doll's mantles are steadily dripping with Edwin's real blood, to certain fucking doom. And then he thinks, hysterically, I wasn't ready. I don't look nice. My mouth tastes like blood. I've been crying—

"No, you misunderstand, I want this— I want you. I am merely—"

What a terrible time, for Charles to not understand what he's trying to say at all.

[shootingstarrfish]

well. he sure tried (maybe)

[gayestcowboy]

harry du bois’ in-game portrait has ALWAYS reminded me of something and today i finally figured out what that something was. it’s this painting of russian composer modest mussorgsky.

[teddybeartoji]

omega!satoru... rubbing up against you like he's a cat in head,, he's nuzzling his face into yours, into your neck, into your tummy – he's smearing his scent all over you as if he's marking you up but his real goal is to just push your buttons. he wants you to pay attention to him, he wants you to put him in his place so he's murmuring stuff like "c'mon, you're supposed to take care of me" and "don't you wanna make it go away". his fingers trace over the tent in your pants and the low growl that crawls up your throat excites satoru so much that he almost giggles at the sound. this is exactly what he wants – for his alpha to punish him for misbehaving, for being such a little shit. your eyes grow dark at the sight of his giddy expression and you know that he's doing it on purpose. but he is right, isn't he? you are supposed to take care of him, and right now said 'taking care' just means bending him over and fucking him until he cries to teach him a lesson.

[shima-draws]

Long time no Alekos 😳😳😳

[helinedmightbehere]

"we need more complex female characters" you guys couldn't even handle earth confiding in sun because he was the only constant in her life