#anyways!!

[d-a-n-n-y-y]

Seen some of these types of francis fanarts where he killed those D.D.D guys so i thought i make one myself🔥/hj

(edit: original😭)

[gotchibam]

Zigzagoon and Zorua ko-fi doodle for PastelPunk!

I’m accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

[cowtiekentos]

How it started vs. How it's going

BONUS:

[celifin]

Love that his flower is forget-me-nots you have no idea

[diactrl]

push the button

[redshoes-blues]

I’ve seen so many people saying that “of course the straight couple get the happy ending” (meaning ineffable bureaucracy), am I missing something? I thought Beelzebub was nonbinary ? Did I make this up in my head, or have people just forgotten because of the actor swap?

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

Hey what if rouge looked more like a Honduran fruit bat

[tazmiilly]

new local man is tired from 4 day drive that he did....by himself...

[coffeeisfortheresponsible]

happy mother’s day from jay!!

[vynpng]

fucking kaeya in the bathroom stall of a college party after his ass was grinding on other guys.

You and him are friends (?) with benefits, making it abundantly clear he doesn't want anything exclusive- fucking him whenever he was horny or bored, nothing special!! But when you see him practically riding a stranger whilst maintaining eye contact across the floor, you just can't stop yourself.

Shoving him into the stall as he's just giggling, asking if you're jealous, that there's no reason- we're just fuck buddies!! Closing the door with so much force it nearly comes clean off the hinges, pushing Kaeya against it so his cheek is squished against he door as you cave him in.

Hands going straight to his panties- if he even had any. Feeling his wet, sopping cunt and just thinking how he's been wearing nothing under this impossibly tight and short dress.

Kaeya giving you a sly, coy smirk as your silence permeates- gauging your reaction. Are you mad? Horny? Both? He opens his stupid mouth to probably piss you off even more, but instead lets out a strangled moan as you shove your cock into him with zero warning.

"W-wait..!! n-not ready..waittttttt!!!"

Streams of pleas escaping his mouth as you completely ravage him, fuelled by rightful (?) jealousy. Your cock hitting that spot with zero remorse, Kaeya barely able to stop his legs from shaking as you fuck him there again and again. Your cock being so big he swears he can feel it in his prostrate. Pitiful tears streaming down his face as his mouth is left agape so lewdly, you can't help but shove the same fingers that were just in his cunt into his mouth, asking if he tastes like the whore he is.

Lewd sounds bouncing off the walls, the occasional 'schlick' being heard as you draw back before pistoling back inside. Feeling his plush walls clench onto your dick almost painfully as he gags around your fingers, eyes rolling to the back off his head as he blissfully gets fucked out.

Kaeya squirting as liquid drips onto the ceramic floor tiles, seeping into the cracks and escaping to the main bathroom.

Still ramming into him whilst he's trying to process his orgasm, your motions becoming more sloppy as you feel yourself getting close. Kaeya being entirely supported by your arms as you cum inside, flooding his cunt white and sticky.

A wanton moan leaving Kaeya as you continue to fuck your cum back into him, telling him "he has to be filled up so he knows that what happens if he intentionally try to piss you off".

Remembering that he doesn't have any panties and that when he leaves, everyone will see your seed escaping from his puffy hole, trailing down his brown thighs and spilling onto the floor.

Maybe the sight will remind those random shits that nobody can fuck Kaeya as well as you can.

[tobythetrashyartist]

〣i am an exceptiøn〣

[plush-rabbit]

Johnathan Ohnn Headcanons

Request: I have a small request myself, no pressure or obligation to complete. But could you do a similar feeling to that of the biting prompt but with someone that has a fixation on touch?

TW: picking at skin, little bit of blood mention A/N: i hope you like it!! i tried to do research on it so im sorry if it feels too like wordy!!

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Johnathan will watch as you tease at your clothing or any type of fabric near you- blankets, jeans, the end of your shirts, and jackets. You scratch and pick, pulling at a thread, and twisting it tight around your finger until it snaps. He’ll watch as you scratch, digging your nail into the fabric and finding an imperfection and stretching it until your skin shows underneath. If it isn’t you finding an imperfection, it’s you creating a hole, pulling apart the threads woven together, until it spreads. Nails and hands have found themselves picking at your skin, scratching and twisting until your skin is inflamed while you stare off into space.

If you tend to pick more at objects, he isn’t entirely too worried about your habits. You’ll tear at your clothes, but it’s stuff that can be easily replaced- it’s fine. While he would rather that you don’t ruin any of your items- or his on the occasion- it's not as if you’re doing it on purpose, so he has no real complaints about it. However, then you start to pinch at your skin, and he grows worried at seeing how red and inflamed it becomes. It’s when he notices just how often you pick at your skin does he start to carry bandages with him. 

When he starts to see just how often this habit of yours appears, does he actually start to question it. He never did so before in fear that you would get embarrassed by the attention, but if it has gotten to a point where he’s concerned, then he’ll start to ask. For a few days, he’ll watch your headspace, seeing where you go when you start to pick and he’s found that it comes from a lot of different occurrences. When you’re stressed, he’ll see that you’ll pick at objects- scratching and pinching. When he gave you a stress ball, he saw how your fingers pinched over the seam and just began to pull until the paint that covered the foam was torn to shreds. Sometimes, you’ll sit with him on the couch, and he’ll watch as your hands run over the shared blanket until you begin to pull at a certain patch, pulling away at the thread until whatever you found is gone. On the occasion, he’ll see how your nails scratch at a healed scar, or where you cut yourself days ago, or how you’ll teeth at your bottom lip, pulling away at the skin until your lips are raw.

If you are embarrassed about the marks, he wants you to know that it’s fine by him. The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable in your own skin, so he understands if you want to cover up when the two of you go out or even in the comfort of your home. If you do go out without a jacket, he tries to keep one on him despite the weather. He’ll hold it or buy something at a store just to shove it in the bag- just in case you need it. 

If it happens to be stress related, he’ll grab your hands and massage them, trying to distract you. Or he’ll ask you for help with a puzzle or playing a game- something to keep your mind and hands preoccupied. He never wants you to feel about what it is that you are going through, so if there’s anything that he can do to quell your anxiety, he’ll do his best to do so. 

He’s a scientist, of course, he’s done his research about how to help you or what can cause your picking to heighten. With a cart full of items and a week later, he’s gotten you fidget toys that could help with your picking habits. They never last for long. You’ve tried to get into them, but either the toys are discarded after a day of you trying to get into them, or they fall apart with your constant picking. The toys can never hold your attention for very long, and sometimes, he’s witnessed how they can frustrate you which leads you to picking at your skin.

Due to some of your picking habits being due to finding imperfections, he does his best to cover your own wounds with a bandage to avoid having you look or feel them. It doesn’t always get the job done, with you often scratching and pulling at the bandage until you rip it, but he tries. The most important part to him is at least keeping you clean and making sure that you take care of yourself. He’s really hammered in the fear of wounds getting infected into you. You’ll squirm under his touch as he applies antibiotics to you, soothing over your arms or legs when you kick your legs out at the amount of time he takes to make sure things are pressed and applied properly. 

A part of him wonders if you only scratch at yourself, until one day when you’re holding his hand, he feels a sharp sting at his knuckles. He looks over, and you’re still staring at the television, your fingers curling over, scratching and picking at his skin. With how much he’s learned of your habits, he’s positive that this is just second nature to you, easy as breathing. Curiosity killed the cat, and made his knuckles bloody with how long he’ll let it go on until he finally pulls away. You’ll apologize, and he feels bad for letting it go on for so long when he sees you start to shake, but he waves off your worries. You do this so often to yourself- and your stuff- that at the very least, he can take a few superficial cuts. He certainly won’t complain when you kiss his hand, and even whines when you stop kissing his wounds. When he goes back into work, he likes to joke to his coworkers that he got into a fight when they ask about his knuckles.  

During intimate moments, he can feel your hands run over his body, and he waits with bated breath, head hidden between your neck and shoulder when feels your hands curl and nails pinch at his skin. You pull your hands down, marks left on his skin that you can’t stop touching. Each time that you pinch your fingers over his skin, he presses a kiss against you, growing feverish the more that you touch him, the more that you find yourself wanting to leave yourself scarred into his skin. When he lays on his side, you trace over where you’ve scratched into his skin, where freckles were torn and skin has broken, and when you press your lips against him, he wonders if the blood rushing to his chest will cause him to bleed. And when he holds your hands and kisses at your palms, he kisses at your nails tinged with pink. 

When you begin to pick, he watches you, almost as if he’s studying you. You don’t even realize it, and you’ll turn to him just watching you with half-lidded eyes as his gaze is focused on your hands. It’s only then that he’ll take you into his arms and just let you run your hands up and down his arms, searching for something until you get distracted. After the Super-Collider, he thinks it’s the best thing for you. He’s so excited for you to pick at him, to see your fingers pull and stretch over one of his holes. You hum and feel his skin, mumbling under your breath and even going as far as to bite him. Jonathan grows enamored with just watching you pick his skin. A part of him is saddened that any of the marks that you’ve left before have now disappeared. There are times where he still finds himself rubbing over his knuckles or arms, trying to find where you’ve left touched him, where your hands have decorated his skin with ornate and unique prints, but he can only find spots and white. 

[qalrey]

dreams can be weird!

[button-house]

it’s no disgrace for a servant to lose to his king.

or a king to his servant.

[harvestmoth]

more rejuv things but its. its just this guy again, im sorry shes all i can draw

[hermitcraft-alignment-charts]

you may be thinking ‘wiftos.. this is a repost! how dare you be SO scandalous!’

to that i say.. YES it is a repost but it’s my birthday so i can do whatever I want. Winky face. Also i have covid so legally i can repost this without consequences 🎉