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was that the bite of ‘87???

cross stitch of markiplier and fnaf by me!!

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the next time someone asks what this country is like i’ll just send them this

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S čerty nejsou žerty / Give the Devil His Due (1984) dir. by Hynek Bočan.

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S čerty nejsou žerty // Give the Devil His Due (1984, r. Hynek Bočan) || Petr Máchal & čert Janek

˪ Tak do toho jdu s tebou.

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S čerty nejsou žerty

(Jsem je prostě nakreslit musel, no:))

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Princezna Angelína totální sigma samice. Plně fixovaná na mamon a vlastni obohacení, žádný štráchy s tím. Když si ji odnese čert, tak mu na féra řekne, že na něj nevěří. Sbalí knížete pekel na svatbě vlastní ségry. Ikonické chování. Vrcholové královnino hovno.

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KAREL HEŘMÁNEK jako LUCIFER XIV.

S ČERTY NEJSOU ŽERTY (1984)

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Ta scéna ze S čerty nejsou žerty

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První šestice je hotová ale nebojte ani zdaleka nekončíme. Vaše další oblíbené lodě které chcete v této sérii vidět klidně pište do komentářů. (Nebojte petriáš je hned v další šestici)

Pokud bych udělal speciální šestici na Cimrmanovy queer postavy koho by jste tam chtěli vidět?

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vánoce sice aktuálně nejsou, ale na pohádky a loďování je čas vždycky :D

náhodné nálepkové designy na kterých jsem strávila více času, než je zdrávo

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if someone were to ask suguru geto the question “boobs, ass, or thighs?” his answer would be simple: stomach.

then anyone who asked — especially you, his girlfriend — would give him a weird look as he wore the purest smile on his face. you asked him again, but he just responded with a quiet “you’ll see” and continued his day as if nothing happpened. but, later in the night, as you’re helpless to his hold on your shared bed, you figure out the reason.

“s-sugu — nngh — fuck i’m gonna..” you whimper as he fucks deep into your cunt, pushing your knees to your chest. you felt so full of him that you could practically taste your mixed arousals on your tongue. groaning above you, suguru presses his hand onto your stomach.

“feel me, baby? yeah? f-fuck — feel me filling you up? fucking you — haah — stupid on my cock?” whines escape your mouth as your mind goes hazy at his words and how euphoric it felt to feel your insides so stretched, so full, and oh so deliciously ruined. he goes in harder and faster, your moans echoing in every crevice of the room. your hips jerks uncontrollably, suguru absolutely relishing in the way you squirm at his touch. as you chase your high, he presses harder onto your stomach, forcing more moans and whines from you.

he groans as your walls clenched him even tighter, your back arching as you came all over him. he keeps thrusting into you knowing that he’s close, too. soon enough, he pulls out of you and rests his tip on your stomach. white, thick, and burning with sensation, his cum covers your tummy and drips down your sides onto the sheets beneath, his cock twitching the entire time. he trembles and whimpers at such a dirty sight, feeling as if he could cum again just from seeing it (more probs came out anyway). he babbles incoherent nonsense, dizzy from the pleasure.

“that’s a good fucking girl…”

after getting cleaned up and settling down, realization hits you.

“is that why you said stomach?”

“mmm maybe… wanna find out again?”

oh wow hi everybody

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Begin, decay and regrow or something

I love this two so much it sicken me (^ ignore the stan at background)

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HOW HE SOUNDS I kento nanami nsfw audio ʚ ‧₊˚✧ ࿐

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: nanami x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, praise kink, spitting (in audio), whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni

NANAMI is much more focused on your pleasure than than his. however, he is vocalllll. his voice is so low and intense it just makes your whole body shiver.

as professional as he is, he sounds like he’s barely holding it together voice heavy, slow grunts punched out of him like it’s too good to stay quiet..

“there. just like that.”

he fucks you like a man with a mission. hand on your waist, forehead to yours, slow strokes that go so deep you forget how to breathe. he groans low and rough in your ear when you clench around him.

source.

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“he’s never made you cum? well, that just won’t do, bestie.”

that’s what satoru said when you told him your ex had been terrible in bed. 

being in his room, in just shorts and a shirt (his shirt), is normal for you two; you’ve been friends since you were in diapers, after all. you just got out of a bad breakup with a guy you didn’t really care all that much about and satoru was more than keen to hear the juicy gossip. he heard all about the gaslighting, the controlling behaviour, and the bad hygiene. but apparently, being a selfish lover was the worst thing the loser had ever done.

seemingly thinking that living an orgasmless life is the worst possible fate to face, he grabbed your ankle, pulled you under him, your back falling with a thump! on his bed, and grinned at you. “i have an idea. do you trust me?”

his bright idea?

making up for all orgasms you missed out. 

“s-satoru! no -ngh!- more. i can’t!”

flashing a mischievous smile through the wild cloud of pleasure glazing his eyes, he coos, “aw, tapping out already? didn’t realise i was friends with a quitter. come on, you got at least three more in you, don’t you? please, baby?”

you want to scream that you’ve already had five but all that comes out of you are lewd moans as you squirm on his sheets, sweat soaked, and shirt baring your tits to his groping hands. without waiting for a reply, he dives back in between your legs. 

“you taste so good – you been eating pineapples, or something?” wet lips wrap around your swollen clit and he makes a loud sluuuuuurrp! sound that echoes around the room. it’s too much, too fast. you can’t tell how long it’s been or even how much longer he plans on smothering himself between your thighs; you should have known satoru meant it literally when he said he's going to make up for lost time. “wanna taste yourself? you need to know how insane this pussy is.”

long, slender fingers smear your own wetness against your lips and he watches you suck on them. the bed begins to shake, banging against the wall ever so slightly. god, is he humping the bed?

“oh, yeah…such a good girl.” you earn a slap against your clit before he quite literally motorboats your poor cunt, blowing raspberries on the cream gushing out. “knew you’d taste good. i mean, you smell good. heh, did you know, i have a habit of sniffing your seat after you leave? it’s why i want you sitting on a pillow.”

delirious, you ask, “but i -ah fuck!- thought that was the j-japanese way?”

your back arches when his fingers curl up against your g-spot. “no, dum-my. that’s just the gojo way.”

“you’re a pervert!”

“i’m a pervert? baby,” he says, pouting against your puffy pussy, “you’re tightening up on my fingers. you're just as much of a pervert as i am. can’t we just agree that we’re both perverts? you like knowing that i’m filthy, don’t you? you like knowing that i jerk off to all the fit checks you send me. that i make copies of the nudes you have saved on your phone.”

“fuck!”

you cum all over his face for the sixth time that night.

through bleary eyes, you see his shiny, swollen lips curving up into a shit-eating grin. in his hand, he holds his pretty cock, which he teases to your quivering hole. then, right before he thrusts inside, he jerks his head to the phone on the bed. 

the fucker’s dialled your ex and you can’t even focus on the fact that he hasn’t hung up, because then your best friend is filling you up so deliciously, your legs tighten around his hips, locking at the ankles and keeping him lodged inside. 

he kisses your lips. the shutters go off. so does the flash.

“mmhm...satoru!”

“you really shouldn’t -ha- share your password with anyone, bestie. not even me.”

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"Satoru."

"Mm."

"Get off me."

"No." Your boyfriend mumbled against your stomach, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

You weren't sure how you got here, standing in the middle of the kitchen with only Satoru's shirt on, the man himself on his knees in front of you with his face shoved into your stomach- Mumbling declaration after declaration about his love for you and how perfect you are, all the while nuzzling into your warmth like a cat.

You tried to move- again, Only to no avail, not even budging an inch as Satoru's scarily firm grip kept you in one place.

"Satoru, I haven't even showered yet," You sighed. "And I look like shit." It was true really, you were fresh out of bed after a night of getting your world rocked by the man on his knees in front of you. Your hair was a mess, you were covered in bruises and hickeys with a mix of various fluids sticking to your skin.

Satoru promised to clean you up after round whatever-the-fuck but you were pretty sure that the man had collapsed on top of you after making you see the pearly gates for 15 seconds, kissed your forehead and said goodnight.

Which brings you here.

"Satoruuuuu-" You shoved his face away from your stomach, earning you a pout from him.

"Oh c'mon, let me love you!!" He complained, whining loudly as he nuzzled your stomach. Satoru couldn't help himself when it came to you really, you just looked so adorable walking around his kitchen, in his shirt, as his lover. The cuteness aggression he got from you was surreal.

"You've loved me a lot last night already, give it a rest!!" You tried to wiggle your way out of his death grip, which only led to him tightening his hold around your legs.

"A lot is not enough!"

"At least let me shower first-"

"Only if I can join you"

"Oh my god, fine." You relented, letting your arms go limp at your sides as Satoru beamed from below you. "Really?"

"Yes, really." In a second, you were raised up into the air as Satoru cheered in victory. He held you by the waist- And thank god for the high ceilings because you felt way too high up in the air.

You huffed in defeat as you were carried back to your shared bedroom, hopefully straight to the bath without any detours.

A.N. Listen. Gojo has been chewing at my brain recently.

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satoru gojo—the strongest sorcerer—is an absolute softie when it comes to his wife.

the man could kill everyone in japan if he wanted to, yet when you're around, he's as dangerous as a kitten.

and that confused everyone around him.

how was it that even a murmur of your name would make the famous gojo gush and drop everything to talk about you? he could be in the midst of fighting a curse, but if his phone buzzes and your name is on the screen? that curse might as well accept its fate or be prepared for him to be on call with you for the remainder of the fight.

"toru, are you busy?" "not at all, baby—" his words would be cut off as the curse he was fighting attempted to land a hit on him, and the call would only fill with the sound of crashes before you realized what was happening. "are you seriously in the middle of a mission!?" your question remained unanswered for a second before you heard satoru laugh, "i mean, i was, but did you need something? money? sweets? a photo of your handsome husband?" "SATORU!"

it's clear to everyone that gojo is in love with you. he wouldn't just take a bullet for you, but rather a whole nuclear bomb if needed. he's willing to risk everything for you—even his job.

if he's in a meeting and you call him, he's picking up the phone no matter how many dirty looks he gets. what are they going to do about it? he's the strongest, but with the way he acts around you, you'd think otherwise.

his students have noted that every time you come into his classroom, he'd grin like a high schooler in love. he practically has heart eyes that you can see through his blindfold.

"gojo-sensei?" yuji's voice rang out in the classroom, "yes, yuji?" gojo's tone was filled with boredom as the man was leaning back in his chair—feet on top of his desk while he lifted a finger to pull back his blindfold. yuji was seen with megumi and nobara, and all three of them were pointing at the door. where you, his lovely wife, stood with a bento box. "you forgot your lunch—" "MY WIFE!" the sound of gojo's chair hitting the floor echoed as you took a step back from the doorframe, yet your attempt to move out of the way was pointless as gojo barreled toward you with open arms. his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, and you let out a quiet sigh as you held the bento box up. "is my beautiful wife here to visit her husband?" "i'm here to give you your lunch, toru." "MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE LOVES ME ENOUGH TO COME VISIT ME!" while gojo continued to ramble with you still in his arms, the three students watched the scene with narrowed eyes. "do you think she ever gets tired of him?" nobara asked bluntly, and yuji only shrugged. they continued to watch as gojo only hugged you tighter, and a soft smile appeared on your face as he continued to talk. "i don't think so..." yuji mumbled before turning his attention back to his phone, and the others did the same thing. except for gojo. because his attention was on you and you only.

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put them away. lord