#…named babe… CRYING

[hiskinndbodyguard]

I know it was a serious scene but I laughed so fucking hard 😭

[daphnalia]

and they were galpals

[just-bee-lieve]

for the world had begun, with the birth of the sun- and it’s death, the very same day.

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

Dad Of The Year

[justsomecouscous]

'in my relationship I only want a guy who's 6ft and has muscles' this 'I want a girl who has a big ass and boobs' that

Nah FUCK that

I want someone to lovingly hold my face in their hands and look adoringly at me then kiss me while the fans scream and cry from happiness after waiting for 5 seasons and the old bitter white men to sit seething in their arm chairs

[imsiriuslyreading]

snippet saturday

Thanks for the tag @imdamagecontrol & @thisliminalspacedaydreams :)

hmm...

Sirius’ shoulders shake with laughter. “There he is, that got your attention. Who knew all it would take was naked waiters and cowboy hats? Tut tut, Remus. Do the people at your fancy history institute know what you’re really like?” “Shut up,” Remus mutters, but he feels the side of his mouth quirk up in a smile. “You never know with James. Or Lily, for that matter.” “That’s true, can’t argue with you there. I dare say she led him astray, in fact. He was a nice, polite, quiet thing before she came along.” Remus snorts. “That’s a lie.”  “Would I lie to you?” Sirius asks seriously. “Does this look like the face of a liar?” “I don’t think you want me to answer that,” Remus laughs.  “Certainly not.” Sirius huffs. “Anyway, wanna listen to some music?” “I– sure?”  “Here,” Sirius says, and thrusts one of his wireless headphones into Remus’ palm.  Remus puts the earbud in and feels a little more of the tension melt from his shoulders.  Best believe I'm still bejeweled When I walk in the room I can still make the whole place shimmer “Do you know this artist?” Sirius looks at Remus questioningly. “Do I kn–” Remus starts. “It’s fucking Taylor Swift, Sirius. Of course I know her, do you think I live under a bridge? In a cave?” Sirius laughs loudly. “Well, you never know. You’re a nerdy, history type. For all I know, you stay lost in the land of Chopin and Mozart. Ignorant to the magic and genius that is Ms Swift.”

tagging @solmussa, @soliloquy-dawn @kbeebss & @januaryfirstreads OH AND @heyvirgo4 if you're up for it <3

[edsbacktattoo]

ok i was kind of purposefully avoiding the details of the gravy basket theory because it's sounded so dumb but holy shit i really didn't know the extent of it. sorry in advance to be rambling in your inbox.

i thought if i wanted to talk about it i should read the post in full but honestly that was a struggle on its own. it just completely misunderstands the way the show uses ed experiencing purgatory as metaphor. like, the innkeeper does not show us this sort of wish fulfilling dream state at all, and ed externalizing his self hatred into the figment of hornigold is a simple, concise idea that the show specifically goes out of its way to make clear. episode 8 just doesn't have this. like, you'd have to make the argument that literally EVERY CHARACTER PRESENT IN THE EPISODE is somehow representative of an aspect of stede's psyche. it's not just a matter of him projecting his desires into a falsely constructed space, it's a matter of internal issues manifesting from the subconscious, which is what the show has established. it's particularly bizarre to me that they don't make any effort to argue what izzy is meant to represent in this theory, or what him dying could mean symbolically (which is. y'know. the point of the gravy basket as it's been explored). also there's just a complete disregard for ed's arc in the finale which is. eugh. come on.

and this is all still being generous in taking the idea of the "gravy basket" at face value. like, it feels a little ridiculous to even entertain the idea enough to try to argue it. i'm just so baffled.

(it did make me think about psychonauts to the point of wanting to replay it, so. i guess there's that.)

PRECISELY!!!!!!!!! don’t apologise for rambling in my inbox when you’re so correct my dear friend <3

i can’t believe that this theory has such a vice grip on some people. when it first appeared on my dash (and it did, not because a mutual reblogged it, but bc i follow the ofmd tag, and tumblr is evil and gave me the post bc it thought it was being helpful) i thought it was. a joke. i thought the op was having a laugh. but the more i read the more i started to worry. it takes a very distinct lack of media comprehension to come up with something like this.

now, i want to make it clear that i do feel for the people who enjoy izzy normally. like the folks who just like him because he’s interesting and fucked up and strange. the people that don’t woobify him, ya know? those guys are all right.

but the kind of devotion that leads to behaviour like this? threatening and belittling the writers of the show? calling ed violent and thinking he’s going to be an abuser to stede, the man he’s in love with? if you genuinely believe that then there is something seriously wrong with you, and i think you ought to look introspectively <3

also, as a side note, a large criticism i’ve seen for season 2 is poor writing (which is just not at all correct) but to make up for said “poor writing” the theories that people are whipping up are genuinely like. worse? imagine if they did the gravy basket thing again. gravy basket 2: electric boogaloo. that would be bad writing. that would be lazy!!

no, what they did instead was deliberate and careful and beautiful and hopeful. open ended and bittersweet. and yet. AND YET!!!! you get folks trying to cope so bad it makes them look stupid.

and this is all that i will say on the matter. tho, ive never played psychonauts and this might be the thing that makes me dive into that :)

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

List of Baby Names

Hey Kim, I locked down my final list of baby names. 6 boy, 6 girl. -Nick

BOY Nick Jr. Nick II Ace Pilot Gunner Wingman GIRL Nicole Nicola Nikita Nikki Nicky Nicoletta

A note, found at Rye & Sons Aviation. ❇︎ Notes of Hope County

[angel-noaxod]

ASHER

[lacefuneral]

i need a platonic transfag friend irl who i can hug and cry on about boys etc. - i'm tired of having to battle all of my emotions alone

[rosicheeks]

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be? 🙃

🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

[eggy0lk00]

I don’t know why some people genuinely don’t understand why people leave them when they’re genuinely being an horrible person to everyone …

[renardiererin]

just saw a post about men who copy your moans during sex & fuck you with a cocky lil grin so here’s this

rintarou suna who will fuck you with one of your legs over his shoulder, his hand on the opposite hip, other hand roaming up and down your body as he pleases. he’ll switch between rolling your stiff nipples between his fingers to see your eyes roll back & maneuvering his hand down between your legs to draw heart shapes and spell out his name on your clit with his thumb. he’ll do every trick in the book to get you whining like a slut just so he can copy your sounds in the most obnoxiously pornographic manner just because he loves watching your face turn a deeper shade of red as he endlessly pounds into your sobbing cunt. your eyes will be locked on his as your nails grip at his shoulder blades in shock but all he does is smirk down at you, eyes mad with power, dominance all consuming.

“what’s the matter, baby? are ya embarrassed? pretty princess feelin ashamed? ya should be with all those dirty little sounds you’re making, babe. such a nasty little slut, hm?”

he talks down to you while lifting your hips to a new angle, pounding down into that gummy spot inside you perfectly, his head dipping down to leave licks and bites all over your bouncing tits, touching you in ways sure to leave you whining, just to replicate the sound in the most overdramatic, high pitched, mocking voice he can fathom. you can’t even complain when he’s got you bent like that. all you can do is stare up at his pearly smirk and hungry eyes, and try not to cry at the humiliation he makes you feel when he rubs at your clit just to mock your slutty little sounds.

[readingwithalyssaa]

JJK FICS (June 8 2024)

18+

none of these fics belong to me!

masterlist of some of my favs!

Goju Satoru

Overstimulation @bboricha

Hcs @rovsemyri

cheap whore @yuutx 

Older @angelxcz 

sub goju @mysicklove

overstimulating @dollria

things he says in bed @roseloon 

cream stuffed pie @fairyhub

not even god himself @nanaslutt

Tired @sttoru

Teasing @getoswhore

Fic @slvttyplum

Fic @slvttyplum

you cryin @rhinestonz

jealousy jealousy @fairy-angel222

attitude adjustment @anthoosies

taking you seriously @hornytofugirl

Fic @makismei

Fic @inmaki

ex husband @suguann

Geto Suguru

looking glass @kakujis

things he says in bed @roseloon 

brat tamer @slvttyplum

Location @slvttyplum

Fic @gumiluver

at least look at me when you lie @awniie

Fic @slvttyplum

couples who make porn together stay together @fairy-angel222

Fic @hxltic

Toju Fushiguro

Smack @bloodyblackack

hate sex @gumified

sex therapist @hqkalon

no @dilfhos

Dilf @fairyhub

wrong name @highdefhoetry

things he says in bed @roseloon 

how to tame a brat @pwinkprincess

Edging @tojisun

Toxic @mayajadewrites

baby daddy @gojotojis

Ruin @anthoosies

russian roulette @pennylanewrites

brat tamer @angelxcz

dilf next door @fairy-angel222

virgin files @fairy-angel222

cuffed lovin @fairy-angel222

Fic @fairy-angel222

take it real slow @lxnarphase

Fic @makismei

Fic @hoshigray

Fic @hoshigray

Fic @hoshigray

baby daddy @classyrbf

love em toxic @droserapetals

Fic @slvttyplum

Fic @slvttyplum

fuck about it @puppykento

fueled apology @spideyyeet

Fic @toji-girl

hot babes in your area @toruslvt

Kento Nanami

double shift @captain-hawks

party habits @salaciousdoll

back in place @lalunanymph 

Fic @suguruplsr

putting you in place @fairyhub 

rough and tough @hoshigray

Fic @dolcettamagica

Choso Kamo

lesson in chemistry @megumiivs

mean nerd @hon3y-y

hey emo boy @gojonanami 

Ryomen Sukuna

BJ @roseloon

Crying @astralstarlight

jealous ex @hon3y-y

the cat and the mouse @nanaslutt

Shameless @nanaslutt

brat taming gone wrong @satorena

Fic @hoshigray

Fic @luna0713hunter

fic@sttoru

Fic @hoshigray

Fic @gorehsk

Yuji Itadori

spoiled brat @ickadori

[killakalx]

17+ content, blank blogs dnf

just bsf!dick grayson making you squirt and calling you babe... as a friend of course

“you mean- never?” dick grayson inquires in a flat tone, almost in disbelief. you confirm with a simple and high pitched nope, speaking of all the times you’ve failed to cum using just your hand.

he’s ecstatic at the idea, even if he suspects it’s your attempt of getting him back in your bed. he’s subject to details like this, being your best friend. not to mention you’ve had conversations similar before; but this time is different. this time, you’re having a casual conversation about your bland sex life a week after dick got the chance to fuck the lights out of you; and the chance wasn’t missed, nor a regret. so yes, he sees the bait, and he’s more than happy to take it.

like the clever bastard he is, dick gets you to give him the green light rather than blatantly falling for it. I've slept with people like that, he boasts, you know me though. a few more sneaky remarks and you're sucking the inside of your cheek in defeat before you tell him to 'demonstrate'.

now he’s got a hand down your shorts, carefully situating you into his lap and keeping a steady hand pinching at the fat of your hips. "how's that?" dick asks, circling your clit with generous pressure before slipping right inside. his fingers hit you deep, way deeper than your own or anyone else's, and that little fact has him all the more eager.

calculated efforts nudge at that sweet spot and you gasp, thighs flinching and giving him more room to get a little deeper. you glance at him with an almost awkward expression but he’s already enthralled, lazily tugging your shorts down a bit further with a hungry glint in his eye.

“it’ll feel better when you calm down,” dick coos at you, a sly hand slipping under your shirt to brush over a hardened nipple. “relax for me.” he’s gentle with you despite his brewing impatience, scissoring and spreading your cunt open on his fingers to coax you out of your nervousness. you start rolling your hips and his fingers curl way deeper, eyes shooting open with a soft cry of his name.

“it feels…“ you start with a pleasurable hitch of breath, “feels-“

“good?” he finishes the thought for you with a particularly deep thrust, “I know, sweetheart, but it’ll get better.”

his thumb barely touches your clit and you tremble, arms clinging around his neck as you gasp and whine right into his ear. pretty little noises just for him as his free hand palms your breast, urging you closer and closer into him until you’re moaning into his mouth. from this angle his kisses are sloppy, swallowing up your keens as he finds the speed that has you writhing in his lap.

“yeah- keep doin’ that,” dick manages between kisses, spreading your legs wider as you twitch around him and you swear you hear him moan with you. “just like that, baby- fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“dickie,” you whine, half outta your mind with pleasure, “‘m close- so close, please-“

“I know, sweets, give it to me-“ he pants with you, lips loosely catching yours just before he catches the perfect angle inside you, “cum for me, pretty girl, c’mon.“

your hips grind into his leg a few more times and you cry, holding dick close and practically crumbling in his grasp as you leak around his knuckles. dick talks you through what feels like a never ending orgasm and his hand fails to stop moving, mesmerized by what he’s pulled out of you, sticky fluids dripping into his palm as your pussy squelches around his fingers and you whine.

“dick, I- shit- I just-“

“I know, babe,” he confirms with a pleased grin, still holding you in his lap with the perfect view of your mess. “relax, remember? lemme try something.”

dick shuffles from beneath you until you’re sitting right on top of his cock, throbbing through flimsy pajamas while he works out a new angle. you’re dazed and a bit confused, still trembling in overstimulation until the coil swells into another rapidly approaching orgasm. he’s nudging at your g-spot over and over with more intensity, kissing at your shoulder while groping your tits and it has you damn near tears.

“you feel that, yeah?” he checks, “deep in your tummy? let it go, baby- let me see it.”

you can’t wrap your head around what he’s looking for, but you give it to him regardless- head hanging over his shoulder with a desperate whine and arching away from dick. distantly, you feel the fabric under you, soaked beyond what you thought normal as he trails off in praise over your moans. “goddamn, that was gorgeous- all for me, huh?” his fingers pump in and out a few more times as the high fades, then removing them to finally rest. “was I the first to see that?”

it takes a moment of recovery—deep and staggered breaths with a low whine before processing the mess. before processing that your best friend just made you fucking squirt.

“oh my god,“ you stumble over words, “i’m sorry, dick, I didn’t-“

“babe,” he cuts you off with the casual endearment again, “you’re telling me no one’s made you do that before?” his hand’s soiled with your slick and cum and he brings it to his mouth with no hesitation, letting you slide out of his lap as his tongue laps around his fingers.

“mm… no,” you mutter while ogling at the hard-on straining his ruined pajamas, “I didn’t… I didn’t even know I could do that,” and after a moment, the awkwardness finally seeps away when he laughs out of content with himself.

“y’think you could give me another?” he asks with no shame, kneeling between your legs with the intent of getting his proper fill. “it’ll be better with tongue, too- when you cum, I mean,” he corrects himself as if he gave away his shameful thirst, like you wouldn’t catch on. like you wouldn’t remember how your best friend’s so easily pussy whipped.

dick doesn’t even give you time to answer his question, though, pulling you to the edge of the couch and suckling on your clit as he locks your thighs around his head. you can tell from the groan that vibrates through you that he’s palming his cock through the fabric drenched in your fluids, and you can tell that he fully intends to pull another orgasm out of you all under the guise of ‘demonstrating’ for you.

“you’re shameless, dick grayson.”

“‘nd you taste good,” he mutters matter-of-factly, “I don’t see how you could blame me.” ❧

[hoshigray]

shower sex with sukuna?

꯳⃘꤫⃛✿ contents: true form! Sukuna - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - standing + against a wall positions - biting/marking - kissing/making out - itty bitty degradation - unprotected sex - clitoral stimulation - cervix-fucking - pet names (babe, dove, pet) - overstimulation - mention of drool/spit and pain.

“Mmmahh, ‘Kuna, wa—Eeek!"

“Keheh, so damn noisy.”

Being fucked in the shower with Sukuna would be out of this world — an experience that one would have difficulty to even formulate into words. Something that they would have to experience for themselves…

Nude bodies enclosed within a confined space, shower water sprinkling down from up above glide down across wet skin, and a mist fills the atmosphere and clouds your vision…Either that or the proximity of your face with Sukuna’s. 

The cursed being holds you to the wall, your hands balled to fists as hot breaths exit your frame. The man behind you carries you effortlessly with his multiple arms, the water hitting his tattooed chest showers to your buttocks. One girthy cock is stuffed inside your cunt, stretching your entrance and rubbing your inner texture in a gratifying rhythm. Every smack of the giant’s hips on your butt is louder and bounces the walls of the shower, making it easier to drown your eardrums.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Salmon-pink hair, usually pushed back, is now damp and low, sticking to his forehead and nape. He scoffs, “And it’s been like that way before I put the water on, huh.”

“Haaahh, ohhmyGod,” you stammer with eyebrows knitted. Sukuna’s hands arms hold you up by your arms, his lower ones keeping your waist still and stuck to the skin of his pelvis. “Ohh G-God…! So hooot…”

The man snickers to himself, observing from behind how your body’s movement is affected by his. A powerful man such as himself can put you at your whims efficiently. Even now, as his second cock doesn’t have to be inside you to have you turn into a whimpering mess, the erect, free limb rubbing up against your clitoris is enough to cause shivers to rattle your spine. All it does is feed the man’s egotistical self; seeing you try to writhe from his grasp – knowing damn well you’d fall and bust your head on the floor – keeps the sadistic excitement going.

And to keep it up, Sukuna spawns lips of his palms to chew and bite on your arms, resulting in a cry from the simultaneous pain. “—Ahaack! F-Fuucking shiiit.”

“Hmmph, so tight on me,” he purrs to your ear; the twitch of your vagina was anything but discreet. “Enjoyin’ this, aren’t you? Hmph, such a slut for my dicks, babe?”

“Ohhh, myGo—Ahhh! ’Kunaaa…!” Your mind is swimming; sticking to one thought is strenuous when all you can hear is the sounds of skin smacking up against each other or the sensation of your southern region meeting the hilt of Sukuna’s cock for his other one to press your clit again. “Suk’naa, I beg of y—“

“What?” He steps back, causing your hands to come off the wall. You nearly lose your soul, forgetting that the behemoth is holding you. Yet your fright is humorous to him. “Can’t hear you; if you wish to beg, speak aloud?”

Now is where he decided to increase the pace; the work of his hips changed to an irregular cadence you can’t keep up with. Frequent grazes to your sweet spots now happen every second or so, and the poke of your cervix nearly knocks the wind clean off you. Warm, tranquilizing water felt like cold, sharp knives for a split second, like the tongue of his stomach on your back. “Ohh! Hoooh!! Wa-wait, please, no…!”

“Answer me, pet.” He barks with a grin, sporadic plunges to your chasm becoming the norm.

“Taahh, I’m so close…!” The heat within this enclosed space strengthens the smog, disorienting your brain and causing fuzziness to blanket you outside of this intimacy. Your senses are wholly stuck to the moment, sticky and wet by the man who has you levitated and fills your slit with his girthy groin. “Please, Suku, let me cummm…!!”

Sukuna laughs bitterly, using his upper left hand to swipe his wet bangs. “Ask again.”

“I beg you, Sukuna,” Holy fuck, you can’t take this anymore! “Please, let me cum, I wanna c—Ohooo!!”

A harsh flex of his abs causes another hit to your cervix, turning your words into instant babbles. “Again.”

Before your mind becomes numb, you spit out the words in desperation. Drool mixes with the trickled water hitting your chin, and your ass is practically embedded in Sukuna’s length and meaty thighs. “—Cum!! I wish to cum!! Please, please, pleaseplease—”

“Quiet.” His upper left-hand silences your wails, the mouth of his palm chewing on your bottom lip until you open up. “Hurry up and cum, you cock-hungry whore.”

His hand kisses you — no elegance nor grace in it, an utter mess of saliva and water that you can nearly choke on. Instead, you moan along to the tongue shoving and fucking you orally. A sinful kiss that pairs with the raunchy scene and noises around you. Your ears could melt any second now, brushes to your clit has you on the brink of tears, and the heat gets worse within the span of ten seconds. Constant pokes to your cervix quicken your heart rate, and your body submits to the shocks that pull you down to your euphoric apex.

You howl to his palm; your frame jolts with every single passing crash of your orgasm with quivering toes. Sukuna doesn’t stop moving; however, he allows the gesture of going slow to treasure your vaginal walls spasming on his member and biting his lip at the feeling, having to control his urge to release by enjoying the merits of your essence coating him.

“Hnngh, fuck…That’ll do, little dove.” He whirs to your ear again, licking your helix before a chew from his canines. “Keep wringing me out.”

His words were barely decipherable because of your after-haze, succumbing to the kiss of his hand and the cold water that plasters on your hot figure. And yet, despite the contrasts, the warmth within you has you hum in delight.

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