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[kyuala]

fiquei até meio xoxa agora pensando que provavelmente nao vou ver os jonas brothers hoje :(

[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)

[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.

[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

[benjinotes]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

request: hi, can you do one shot of jealous, Benji? One of the Black's allies tries to flirt with her, maybe

pairings: benjicot blackwood x fem (bracken) reader

warnings: jealousy, little spicy, a little angst w//happy ending, mentions of violence and blood.

ask me for permission before translating

Benjicot Blackwood should hate you, despise you even.

Your homes fueled an animosity that went back generations, rooted in ancient disputes and rivalries, and the hatred he harbored for you was so intense and overwhelming that it infiltrated every thought, every action, and every cell in his body.

That burning resentment consumed his soul in such a way that he almost couldn't remember anything else when he was with you, as if his very existence had been eclipsed by your presence.

But despite this deep hatred, there was something inexplicable and profound that pulled him towards you-an irresistible force that he could not understand.

Each small encounter, no matter how full of hostility and provocation, revealed a complexity of emotions that went beyond the pure aversion felt by any of your ancestors toward each other.

And the fine line between love and hate began to blur; Benjicot found himself increasingly lost in this tangle of conflicting and bewildering feelings, now completely unable to ignore the disturbing fascination that you held over him.

Watching from afar as you spoke to Cregan Stark, he fixed his burning gaze in your direction. The expression on his face was a mixture of anger and a little sadness, which only increased as you approached Cregan or smiled in his direction. He was hating it; he wanted so badly to stop that interaction, and his veins burned for him to do so.

However, Benjicot was aware that he could not act hastily, especially in the presence of practically the entire court and Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen's loyal allies who occupied that room. Furthermore, the presence of your brother, positioned behind you, did not help at all; he watched him with an arched eyebrow and a wry smile, an expression that Benji felt an almost irresistible impulse to confront with a punch.

Yet, he contained himself, being aware of the consequences that his actions could have in that place, and turned his angry gaze from your direction to one of the nobles who were next to him while trying to hide the wave of jealousy that was boiling inside him. The feeling of you being so close to another man who wasn't his made him nervous and uncomfortable, and he could already start to feel the collar of your tunic tightening his neck.

But he wanted to beat Cregan Stark; damn it, he wanted to rub Lord Stark's face in the ground just for the simple fact that the man thought he was worthy enough to even talk to you.

No one was worthy enough of you, not even himself.

"Are you alright?" Benji heard his aunt's voice filled with concern, but he just nodded, ignoring the shards of glass embedded in his hands from his tight grip on the wine glass.

She simply nodded, he could notice her eyes showing distrust, as she turned her attention to the lords of House Royce in a conversation that Benji honestly made no attempt to hear.

He returned to observing you with a forced seriousness, trying to ignore the pain from the cuts on his hands caused by the broken glass.

However, the pain he felt physically was quickly replaced by another overwhelming feeling of jealousy and sadness as he realized that now you were not only talking like before with Lord Stark but also smiling in the other man's direction, with such a soft and gentle smile, and that made his heart stop for a moment.

That wasn't fair. You had ignored him for days and now here you were smiling at another man in a way you had never smiled at him, and in such a genuine and sweet way that he didn't know whether to knock Lord Stark for being the person you were heading, or thanked him for giving him the chance to see you smile like that.

But one thing was certain: Benji couldn't bear this any longer, and when he saw you get up from the table and walk through the wooden door, he stood up from the table abruptly and followed you without hesitation, ignoring the questioning look from his aunt and the curious looks of the other lords at the table. His heart pounded with every step closer to you.

He knew it was a rash attitude, but he couldn't control it, not when he was in battles or when it came to you.

Benjicot's footsteps echoed audibly as he approached you, and with that, you turned back, surprised to find Benji's brown eyes looking at you with something so different from the other times.

His eyes, unlike other times, seemed to carry a mixture of hurt and confusion as they looked towards yours, which showed a hint of regret.

However, you just straightened your back, ignoring the feeling that was now running through your veins, and looked at him with superiority—a superiority that would have made him laugh if it weren't for these circumstances. "What do you want, Blackwood?" You asked sourly, but despite that, he seemed to lean towards the sound of the voice he hadn't heard lately.

You were expecting a teasing response the moment Benji seemed to stretch your back; however, nothing prepared you for what he was about to say. "Why are you ignoring me?" He asked softly, but you could hear a sour tone in the middle of it. After all, Benjicot never managed to be sweet without a little bitterness.

"What?"

He moved closer to you, and every step Benjicot took towards you was another step you took back, but he didn't stop; he didn't stop until you were cradled between his arms and the cold marble of the halls of that palace.

"I asked." He began, his voice soft and rough at the same time as he tilted his face closer to yours. "Why are you ignoring me?" He repeated it again, and this time he seemed a little angry as he looked at you, who remained silent as you looked into his eyes.

‘Why are you ignoring me?’

You didn't know; maybe it was because you were fed up with his lame jokes; maybe it was because of how rich your houses were; or maybe it was the simple fact that you hated him so much that you could barely breathe properly when you looked at his direction. In either way, you didn't know.

"Hmm?" He asked in a low voice, tilting his head even more in your direction and making your breaths mix in the short space that separated you. He was close—too close.

And you wanted him, even more closer.

"You're not going to ans — ?" Benjicot started, but before he could finish the sentence, you smashed his lips, covering them with your own, and making him gasp in surprise but quickly returning the kiss with the same intensity and strength.

When you pulled him firmly by the neck, bringing him closer, you felt his smile against your mouth, accompanied by a squeeze on your waist that made you gasp in surprise, and Benji, taking advantage of your reaction, inserted his tongue into your mouth, intensifying the kiss even more. 

You knew you shouldn't be doing this; it was wrong; it was completely wrong; your homes were enemies and your families hated each other, but the kisses that Benji now left on your neck made you forget about that and focus on the good part of the hate, in the intense and pleasurable part of the hate you both had for each other.

"I don't want you to go near Lord Stark again, ok?" He murmured while placing small kisses on the part of your bust that was exposed; the blood he had on his hands now marked your clothed waist, and you breathed dizzily, too disconcerted to be able to form a concrete word.

That was good, so good.

"Excellent." Benji murmured, lifting his head again, giving a smile when he noticed your red cheeks and swollen lips, and leaving one last kiss on your lips.

He might not make you smile like that, but this sure felt a lot better.

— my first one-shot, honestly i still don’t know how to feel about this, but i hope you enjoy!!

— english is not my first language, so please be respectful.

— benjicot blackwood fic.

tag: @h-0-error