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[ballpitwizard]

chilchuck is NOT a two redbulls and adderall for breakfast girlie some of you are projecting

he IS HOWEVER a man who stops at the same place every single morning for a greasy breakfast sandwich and black coffee when not on a job without fail

he's mr. egg mcmuffin

[moondvncer]

MY HEART JUST MELTED OH MY GOD

🥺🥹😭🤧🥹😭

[tteokdoroki]

tw ! smut, mdni, aged up characters, corruption kink, fem!reader.

megumi is so into corruption and he almost hates himself for it.

he likes the shy girls with little to no experience who go all wide eyed and squirmy when they’re told something nasty. he likes the girls who’s brains get a little bit fuzzy when they’re praised for the first time, when calling them a good girl makes their lashes flutter and their skin warm up.

megumi likes the girls who need to be guided through big crowds or held up in tight spaces because they’re a little clumsy and might fall. he has a l dirty little thing for the ones who post pictures with their pouty, glossy lips and pictures the same pigment smeared along his lengthy dick — teaching them how to suck it just right, messing up their angel faces with tears and spit and all sorts. sometimes he likes to be needed by sweet, innocent things who wear their skirts a little too short and adorn those frilly ankle socks that are enough to drive a man like him mad.

maybe it’s a little gross of him, to prey on the weak and the pure — slaughtering them like a lion feasting on a lamb. he can’t help that he likes the way your the lace frills around your ankles socks dangle over his broad shoulders when fucks you deep and slow against your girly sheets, amongst your soft plushies and pillows.

he can’t help but to relish the taste of your drooly lips and the sound of your babyish tears when he hits that special spot along your sticky, wet insides. megumi wants someone to dote on, someone to press into the sheets and ruin for better ( or for worse ). he wants to be the one who teaches these precious little gems like you how to be bad and the perfect little fuck toy all for him.

flashes of guilt often cross his mind, makes his brows crease at the centre of his forehead midway through bending you over the edge of your bed and ploughing your poor pussy until there’s a darkened wet patch staining your sheets. he really shouldn’t be doing this, not to someone as innocent as you. who doesn’t know any better.

but then you cry out his name in warbled gibberish, reaching back for fushiguro’s large, veiny hand because you like being used by this and how he makes your legs tremble and shooting stars strike a path before your very own glossy eyes. you like this just as much as he does. and suddenly, megumi doesn’t care

because he’s found a twisted happiness in the idea of corrupting you so bad that no one else can satisfy the misguided, devious thoughts in your head. so that you’ll seek him out for pleasure and pain, because you know just what he likes and he’s taught you exactly what he wants you to like. <3

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[junipup]

Thinking about having eyes too big for my cunt and picking a pretty knotted dildo to be fucked by. Mounting it to a fuck machine, and letting myself get railed. At first it’s totally manageable, but then I start getting cocky, trying to push back against it and fit the knot inside. Cumming as the toy bottoms out, the knot deep inside me. But the machine doesn’t stop, and the toy’s knot isn’t coming out. Being pushed into overstim as the knot is fucked inside me, cumming over and over again, at the mercy of a machine til my partner finds me, brain dead and fucked out in a puddle of my own cum.

[universejunction]

"You seem kind" (source)

[toruily1]

overstimulation with gojo

MDNI

“shh, shh… you can take it. I know you can” gojo tells you as fucks into you with deep, slow strokes, his fat tip kissing your cervix over and over again. he has your legs pushed back, feet dangling by your ears as he grinds up into you.

“but it’s too much” you whine loudly, your walls clenching tightly around his fat cock as his continues to drag in and out of your cunt.

you’ve already came twice and he’s trying to make good on his promise to fuck you until the only thought in your pretty head was of him and his fat cock. until the only word you can cry out is his name.

he pushes your legs back further, and you know your legs are going to ache tomorrow, lowering himself until he was flush against you, your chests pressed against each other's. he leans down until his lips are ghosting over the shell of your ear.

you can feel the warmth of his breath against your ear as he whispers, “If you can still talk, then that obviously means I haven’t fucked you good enough.”

[touden-laios]

falin touden you're everything to me

[sahkuna]

sukuna core <3

[ppawzzii]

can you sexualize me again so i know you love me and didn’t replace me lol

[deviouz]

jason todd who fucks you harder when you try to refrain from making any little sound, any lewd facial expression, any telling that he’s got you practically soaking his cock with your arousal. you might try to hold back from letting him know just how well he’s fucking you, but your eyes always tell. they get glazed over and half-lidded with blown out pupils. god, there’s nothing he adores more than seeing them widen, seeing tears well up in your waterline after a particularly well placed thrust.

he’ll cage you in between his arms and look deep into those pretty eyes with a smug smirk plastered on his face, give you no where to look but at him. he’s got your body shuddering with every thrust, hands desperately grasping anywhere but him to find reprieve, but that plan inevitably falters. arms wound around his shoulders, body bucking upwards with every punctuated thrust, jason finally manages to break you. he’s got you damn near screaming on his cock in a matter of no time, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.

[thoughtsofapessimistttt]

If I’m too much, go find less tf

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Logan is never one to stray from blood.

warnings: fem!reader, period sex, oral (f receiving)

A/n:. freaky ahh hcs. ☠️ im writing another logan fic rn so take these hcs while i do.

Masterlist | kofi

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ don’t even think of telling this man “stop, im on my period.” because he dgaf at all.

he looks at you, confused as to why that would stop him, hands still on them hem of your pants. He already knew you were.

“Okay?” He says with furrowed eyebrows, just continuing what he was doing, you whining and shoving his hands away so he finally stops.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ you tell him that you don’t want him to see you like that or something?? he’s still confused as shit.

“Do you really think that blood is gonna stop me?” He asked you with raised eyebrows, you huffing and shrugging. “Do you not want to… or..?” He asks, slightly worried he did something wrong.

“I mean… I do, but I didn’t think that you wanted to see me like that. I’m just warning you.”

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ he straight up says “I don’t care about some blood.” And continues to rip off your panties.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ logan is a #pussyeatingchampion. you wonder how tf he got so good then remember he’s got a couple 100 years of experience. lmfaoo. Anyways…

nothing changes when you’re on your period, he’s still eating you out like a fucking god. and a small part of him enjoys it even more than he usually does like this.

it’s messy, your hands gripping at his hair, his tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s his last meal.

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ and he fucks even better! he’s a lot more slow when you’re on your period, gentler even. he wants you to be comfy, and he doesn’t wanna do anything that would hurt you ):

He’s coaxing like 3 orgasms out of you, not that he ever wants to stop (if you get the reference LMFAOO) but he knows that he also has much more stamina than you do, so yeah…

You both end up having to sleep on the couch on those nights, the sheets messed up. You’re a bit embarrassed after, but he makes sure that yk he cares less about the blood, and as long as you feel better that’s all that matters. :>

your honor he’s my baby boy

[bunnyrafe]

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. frat / gymbro!rafe & chubby!reader AU. f!reader, manhandling, suggestive.

“i don’t usually go for your type.”

you sigh— you’re sitting on rafe’s lap while he lays down on his bed. your hands run down his shirtless and taut abdomen as you speak teasingly, grinning down at him when you notice him cock an eyebrow up at you. his hands squeeze at your thighs under his wide palms, deft digits sinking into the fat of them deliciously before traveling upwards to your equally squeezable waist. he tickles your sides and draws a few giggles out of you…

“my type?” he nearly snorts, “what would that be?”

“like y’know…” you try to choose your words carefully but it seems impossible. especially when just the sight of rafe, who’s currently shirtless with his happy trail on full display and wearing some grey sweats, stupifies you— it melts all of your coherent thoughts into nothing but molten desire for him, and the way his hands are all over you isn’t helping. “meathead fratboys.”

“oh—” rafe purses his lips and nods with faux indignance before you’re flipped over. manhandled into his sheets that smell exactly like his cologne with so much ease that it takes you a second to register what’s happening. he hovers above you, “well, you were always my type… sweet girl with pretty thighs ‘n a cute tummy.”

your face goes hot at his admission, even more so when he carries on, traveling down your smaller but pudgier frame until his face nuzzles into your soft skin. right under your baby tee and above your little shorts— “and don’t get me started on this pussy.”

“rafe!” you yelp due to how crude he can be.

“what?” he breathes out, nipping at your tummy while you pout down at him, “lemme eat you out— wanna hear less yappin’ and more moaning already.”

you wouldn’t dare to argue with that.

[toruily1]

sitting on gojo's face.

0.7k

MDNI

"can you hurry the hell up?" gojo questions, as you stare down at him through the little space between your chubby thighs.

"can you just—sit down" he continues his large hands are wrapped around your thighs, tugging weakly because both of you knew if he actually wanted you to sit he would've been able to make you do so easily.

but he wants you to do it.

he wants you to be the one to finally give in to the pleasure that's calling out to you, all you have to do is lower yourself a few inches and you could be seeing stars, could be experiencing all Satoru Gojo and his mouth has to offer.

he wants you to want to ride his face until his tongue was numb and he was sure the sweet scent of your slick would be seared into his skin.

and its not like you don't want to, its just you're scared.

what if you hurt him? you know you're not the skinniest and what if you get lost in pleasure and don't feel him struggling beneath you?

you were not going to be the reason Satoru Gojo died.

"baby—" gojo coos softly, pulling you out of your head and forcing you to look down at him once again. "you aren't going to kill me. and even if you did, I'd be okay with it because what guy wouldn’t want to go out with the sexiest girl in the world sitting on their face?"

you can't help the snort that falls from you, "shut up" you mumble, but it lacks its usual bite, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and biting it gently.

"i'm serious though, you aren't going to hurt me so would you please just sit down" this time he does pull you down, using a bit more force because he's getting tired of waiting. the instant your puffy folds make contact with his lips mouth he’s sticking his tongue out and letting it drag up and down your slit.

“mmph— fuck!” your hands fly to grab onto the headboard, tightly gripping it as gojo flicks his tongue back and forth against your clit. you attempt to lift yourself up, wanting to hover over his mouth rather that fully sitting down but the tight grip he has on your thighs keep you in place.

satoru closes his eyes in bliss, letting his mouth and tongue do all the work, licking and sucking and slurping at your cunt messily, as if it was the last meal he'd ever have, savoring the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

you feel your reservations slipping away, the pleasure bursting through your core is taking over your body and mind.

it doesn’t take long before you're fully sitting, subconsciously grinding your hips down on his face. once he's confident you won't try to lift yourself up again, he moves his hands from your thighs to your ass, spreading your cheeks and letting his thumb circle your fluttering hole, pushing it in and pulling it out.

the fears you once had are long gone and the only thing you can think about is how good satoru is making you feel;

the way he hums against your clit, knowing the vibrations drive you crazy. the way his tongue slips into your entrance and drags slowly across your velvety walls, fucking in and out of you as if it was his dick stretching you out instead, the familiar tightening in your tummy as your orgasm approaches all too quickly.

"fuck satoru, m'close" you warn him, still rubbing your pussy along his face and fuck he's close too. he's so hard underneath you, his cock weeping pathetically still confined by his boxers, and he's sure just a few more minutes of lapping at your cunt that he could probably cum untouched.

he brings his tongue back up to your clit and sucks on it harshly, wanting to push you over the edge so that he could do it all over again.

your first orgasm of the night hits you like a truck, stealing your breath as your body goes limp, your upper body falling forward as satoru laps at entrance, drinking down every drop of cum that drips from your cunt.

[tteokdoroki]

met gala is today, so imagine: stepping onto the red carpet at the met gala in with your husband bakugou. cameras flash brightly, lighting a sparkle in your eyes as paparazzi attempt to capture your custom dress made to fit the theme and in every picture, katsuki is right behind you trying to fix your skirts or touch up your hair — he even helps you with your shoes as you make the long trek up those iconic stairs.

when you’re stopped for interviews to talk about your outfit, preparations for the gala, your latest movie, song or pro hero stunts katsuki is hovering behind you with so much love in his deep red eyes because you’re the only person at the gala that he really cares about.

photographs of the blonde number two hero kissing your hand or holding up your train on the carpet set the internet ablaze. it doesn’t help that you’re both insanely beautiful, and katsuki emphasised he wanted his outfit to match/compliment yours — for once styling his hair up (thus exposing his forehead) all because you asked him to <3

[journalofabird]

What happened to the other 36 children that were born on October 1st 1989?

Why is Reginald Hargreeves an alien?

Why did Abigail say "Thanks for protecting me on the moon" to Luther?

Why was Jennifer inside a squid?

What happened to Sloane when all the others got to another timeline?

Without the comics, there are still so many questions left unanswered in the umbrella academy show itself.. and it's driving me crazyyy