#lowkey hate it but oh well

[questionablelightyagami]

kiss me like you mean it (even if you don't)

[super-nova5045]

(I don't have that emoji lol 💔) + angry

“Okay, you have to promise not to get angry, because it’s just a theory – I notice patterns and shit a lot – in fact, it’s just a hypothesis. So take it with a grain of salt. But since Eddie and I were briefly in band together, I’ve met the members of Hellfire Club on more than one occasion, and I already knew Mike because of Starcourt. And I just wanted to say – he felt different, too.”

[mammon-s]

Thinking about struggling to ride Mammon so he just grabs your hips and fucks you on himself

You start off whining and trying as hard as you can to bounce on his cock, but your thighs are burning and you collapse on his chest crying about how it’s too much and you can’t do it.

He kisses the top of your head as he puts his hands on either sides of your hips, “it’s ok treasure I gotcha.” He says softly as he lifts you up and slams you down on himself causing you to cry out.

You grip his shoulders tightly, digging your nails in as he continues to fuck you on himself, using you as his own personal cock sleeve until he cums inside you with a loud moan.

[sneezypoo]

cody halloween 😲😲

look at this silly billy scrunkley he want fruit gummy he want fruit gummy

(i just want good procreate brushes i spent half the time trying to find decent presets, i miss using photoshop)

[adeleba]

She'd definitely be a fan of cat filters. (And Arin would be roped in it ofc)

[kanekisfavoritegf]

BET U WANNA

ft. Kento Nanami as T.A. for Professor Geto

minors & blank blogs DNI pls🩷

warnings: smut, slight power imbalance, biting, licking, and a whole bunch of other stuff :))

So, how the hell did you end up here? In an empty lecture hall with cum seeping out of your cunt?

Professor Geto was a known stickler for the rules, and no matter how cute he was or how many girls winked and flirted his way, he never paid attention to them.   And you never paid attention to him. Your eyes constantly stayed on one of your ex-classmates and now T.A., Kento Nanami. He was smart and handsome, and he never even paid you a glance, not even after sharing a short business course last year.

You were invited to this University Gala for the top students of the year. You came as Professor Geto’s student, and Nanami was there out of responsibility. His job was to chaperone and introduce you to other professors, T.A.s, and future employers who wanted the best pick of the litter. 

You wore a deep Navy black gown; it hugged your every curve perfectly, there was a slit at the front that only reached a little above the knee, yet it had still managed to catch the attention of Kento. 

And now that you had it, you refused to lose it.

“Oh, look.” Nanami gestured across the room. A man who looked like he should be anyway, but here, and at a university gala for business majors, with a scar on his lip, stood in the corner. “That’s Mr. Toji; he is looking for someone smart like you to help him with his next project.” Before you could even protest the idea, his arm had latched onto yours and dragged you to what felt like the 60th CEO, Professor, or someone important of the night. 

“Kento, wait!”

“Nanami.” He corrected curtly before practically throwing you at the CEO.

“Toji, Y/N, Y/n, Toji. She is head of her class and shows great promise, especially if you are looking for fresh ideas on marketing!” The words rushed out of his mouth right before he rushed away, leaving you standing there awkwardly alone with Toji. You gave him a curt smile and handed him your business card. Giving him no time to ask any more icebreaker questions, you turned on your heel and went back to your higher-up.

“What is your deal?” You whisper yelled at him.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You could only roll your eyes at him.

“Nanami, you have avoided eye contact from the moment I arrived. Did I do something wrong?” You spoke with a hint of sadness, trying to play this as well as possible.

“Of course—” he huffed. Of course not, Y/N, it’s just…” His eyes drifted to your legs and then back up to your face.

“Oh.” You smirked up at him, “You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”

“Wha- No!” He said firmly.

“Oh, Kento.”

“Nanami.” He cut in again, but you only raised yourself so your mouth would be level with his ear

“You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you.” You whispered. You were giggling as you pulled away and walked out of the gala hall and down the halls of your university. 

You didn’t need to turn around to know that the quick steps that followed were behind you were his. You smiled as you led him further and further into your pull.

You turned so abruptly when you reached Geto’s classroom door. So fast that Nanami had no time to react to your stop, he crashed into you, pressing you against the door.

“You are going to fuck me here? Right where anyone can walk and see us?” You smiled, “Didn’t take you for the Voyeur, Kento.”

“Shut up.” He rubbed with the keys to the classroom door, pushing you inside before locking it again.

“What is the big deal anyways, Kento?”

“You need to stop.”

“Why?”

“Just stop, please. I can’t–”

“You can’t what, Kento?”

“It would be improper. Wrong.” His eyes met the ground in shame; it would have been cute if you hadn’t already been so desperate for him to give in.

“It’s not like there is some sort of power imbalance between us.” 

“Of course, there is-”

“You aren’t my professor; you are a T.A.” You scoffed, slowly taking a step towards him and another one, another one. Until you were so close, you could feel his shallow breaths fanning your face. “You are what? Two years older than me.” You brought your finger to his chest, slowly pushing him into your professor’s desk as you continued.

“Hell, Kento-”

“Nanami”, He tries to correct you, to take control of the situation. Unfortunately, he lost this silent battle with you the moment he stayed behind to help you.

“Kento,” you whisper in his ear. “We used to be students together before you graduated, and you even took a class with me.”

His hand reached to grab yours, holding you firmly in place before you could do anything more. His voice was firmer now as he spoke. “Y/N.” He spoke a little firmer now, “Stop.”

“Why? You want me, so take me.” And for a moment, something flicked in his eyes, as if you had pushed almost all his buttons as if he was almost about to give in. Almost.

His hand still grasped yours, holding it far enough away from his abdomen that he wouldn’t feel your eclectic touch. But you didn’t need to touch him to make him give in.

Looking up at him, you held his gaze, and for ten tortuous seconds, you stared at each other, no words spoken, and his expression still frustrated and guarded.

“Kiss me.” And he did. He kissed you like drowning, and you were the air he needed. He kissed you and kissed you and kissed you even more. Turning you both around, you were now pressed against your professor’s desk and leaning back as Kento pushed you into the wood even more. You couldn’t even complain about the straining angle he had you stuck in because you were so distracted by his dick rubbing into you. Swiftly, he picked you up and set you down atop the desk; as the kiss got more wet and more primal, Kento’s moans became clearer and more transparent. His strong arms held your legs around his waist as he continued to hump into you like a man-crazed. You moaned at the neverending friction Kento was giving you, humping back into his clothed thrusts over and over and over again. The feel of his dress pants rubbing into you. It was addictive. 

So lost in it; you hadn’t noticed the mess you were making on his pants or the table. You were dripping all over the wood.

Suddenly, he pulled away from you; a pencil, or book or whatever the fuck it was that had pulled Kento’s lips from yours fell onto the floor and made a dramatically loud noise. His lips were pink and puffy from your bite-filled kisses. You went to pull him back from more, to grab onto his wrinkled beyond-belief shirt and make him fuck you. But he stepped away further. He stood a few feet from you and stared at the mess he had created on your professor’s desk.

“Lick it.” 

“What?”

“You will lick up your mess and not miss a single drop.” Kento’s eyebrows raised at your hesitation, “What, I thought you wanted to be a good slut? What’s with the change of heart?” 

You felt a heat rush to your cheeks as you turned to lick it up. Your pussy throbbed as you to a stripe at the wooden desk. Kento’s eyes burned into your back; you could feel the heat of his gaze coming off of you in waves. You were bent over at a 90-degree angle as you licked and licked and licked some more.

You had gotten lost trying to clean up your mess perfectly, and you had taken no notice of the looming figure, Nanami Kento, right behind you. His dick in hand. You were practically jumping for the opportunity to meet with your entrance. 

He stroked it lazily, paying more attention to you and your licks, keeping in time with your every movement. You moaned at the sound of his rubbing getting wetter and wetter, probably from precum. You heard a chuckle leave his lips before he raised your gown over your hips and slotted his dick in between your thighs, You let out a moan at the feeling of his cock rubbing against you, but you were not alone with this; long and deep moan came out of him too, almost louder than yours. Yet he still dared to shush you.

Kento bit into your shoulder lightly before reading himself from you and begging to thrust. 

“Keep licking; I still see your mess on the table, Y/N.”

His voice sent a small shiver up your spine and only made you seem to rub your thighs.

“Fuck! Don’t do that.” He warned roughly, more moaning and gasping than firm and authoritative. You only giggle, squeezing them tighter, opening them a little and then squeezing more. And that’s when he took his hand from your waist and wrapped his arm around your body, and reached out of your neck, pressing in the same way you were around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, you are gonna make me cum.” 

“Then cum, Keno.” wiggling your hips at him. 

And that’s all it took for him to explode over your thighs and now clenching pussy. Nanami pulled away so he could watch as it closed around nothing. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Nanami groaned over and over. It was at that moment, as he made eye contact with your clenching hole, that he decided to flip you over and sit you on his boss's desk and fuck you. 

His dick was already softening, but he didn’t care. Moaning loudly at how good he felt in you as you throbbed around him, you could have sworn you heard Kento whisper out a small,

“Thank you, god.” Before pulling out of you, to push back in.

 He took it slow with you; each thrust had you whimpering for more. You felt like you could cry. 

“More Kento.”

“I’m sensitive, love.” 

“I don’t care,” you dug your heel into him. “Please,” you purred in his ear. 

And like the gentlemen he was, he obliged you. Giving in and plunging into you. Hard. Each time he reentered you, a gasp, or moan, or groan, or some heavenly mix of all three left him, And all you good do was pant into his neck. Sinking your teeth into him, occasionally when you felt like you were going to scream. 

The drag of his hips filled you with electricity. It was perfect; it was everything and more, and you hoped to god that your voices and the depraved sounds you were making didn’t carry down the hall and were loud enough for the party to hear.

“Nanami.”

“So now it’s Nanami?” Despite your tearful face still latched into his neck, you could feel his smirk and condescending tone dripping off his tongue. So you squeezed down on him, biting simultaneously, too. 

“Fuck me, God.” He whimpered into your skin.

“God? Am I your God, Kento?”

“Shut up.” 

At some point, your fucking turned into some weird way to torture each other, revelling in the pain and pleasure you both received from it. You clamped down on him, and he stroked your clit in circles. You bit into his neck, and he whispered the most nasty shit into you. 

At some point, this became a battle of ego, an unspoken game for who would make the other cum first. Position after position, against the table, over the table, riding him on the desk, him holding against the blackboard as he fucked deeper into you. 

None of you would let go. Not until the overstimulation plus the edging started to catch up with Kento did he let go, but his pride was in the way. But it wasn’t as if you were doing any better; you looked like an absolute wreck, mumbling incoherent words as he had you in a matting press on the floor.

Everything about this was depraved from both ends. And you didn’t even realise you were cumming until you felt Kento shoot his thick warm cum deep into you. 

Even after he was finished and you were both slowly coming down from your highs, he slowly rocked into you, and you only continued moaning like a mindless slut. 

“Look at the absolute mess I have made now, Y/N. You are just going to have to clean it up,” he said, shaking his head. He stroked the top of yours softly, still inside you, of course. 

“I’ll let you leave without licking it up if you manage to keep all of my cum inside as you suck me off.” But you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. He lay atop you now. Your legs shook even after he pulled out of you, a deep blush kissing his face.

[mimir97477906]

the summer is getting to me

[sunshinepixels]

small town diner wip

[silverameco]

War AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - 605 words

CW : implied sexual content (very very tame)

Back when the days were bright, and the smiles were real, and death was a foreign concept, he used to think that time would still during a war. That it would stop. Like a terrible bubble of hard times that would burst once everything was over.

But now, he knew it wasn't like that. Time didn't stop. It kept going, tirelessly, despite everything else. It felt like water flowing through his fingers. He always tried to hold on to it, but he never succeeded. The days went on and on and on and on. Over and over again. Even when each day felt the same, Remus could still feel the time passing. Because each day, the times when they were happy and in love and careless and everything was simple, all of it felt more and more like a faraway memory.

They were trying to keep living. But sometimes, Remus thought maybe they lost it. The spark. The little thing that made them so sure life was worth living. Everything was now surrounded by fear, death, suspicion. It was hard. Going on missions, risking their lives, watching their friends die, waiting to hear good news, but it was bad news more often than not. Remus sometimes feared they didn't even know why they were fighting anymore. Sometimes he also feared they didn't know how to love each other anymore. Just barely how to fear that the other would be snatched away at any moment.

However, somedays, Sirius was there to remind him what hope felt like. That day, he came home from a mission a bit later than he should have. Sirius was anxiously waiting for him. He felt bad for worrying him. But the blinding smile on his lover's face when he openned the door was unmatched. The raw joy and relief made his heart leaped. He couldn't tell who ran to the other, maybe they both did, but it was a matter of seconds before their lips met. Kissing Sirius was always amazing. But at that moment, it was something else entirely. Remus felt like they were sharing their fears, mixing them together to create love and hope.

Those were the good days. There weren't many of them, but they still existed. Because time didn't stop and neither did their undying love for each other. They always came back to this. No matter how unforgiving the war was, in the end they just needed a loving look or a brush of lips to remember how to be together, to crave the intimacy they built over the years.

On that particular good day, they kissed like they forgot how good it could feel. How perfect they were together. How they belonged with each other. Then it was the burning skin of Sirius, the glint in his eyes, the sweet sounds of his moans, the soft feeling of his body against his own, their shaky breaths. It was little things. It was everything. Because through it all, through their love that now felt foolish to doubt, Remus could almost forget the war raging outside their apartment. He could almost forget the nagging fear to lose this. This love, this life with Sirius, but also the love he had for their friends who were more his family than anything else.

But mostly, he could remember why he was fighting ; to not lose this. To get them all through this terrible war and come out safe on the other side. To get the chance to see the bright days and the real smiles again, to learn how to love carelessly again. To feel the spark again.

[lizardthelizard]

August in every episode: Season 1, Episode 11 "Fruit of the Poisonous Tree"

[soldier-poet-king]

My 14 yr old brother called me an 'english teacher (derogatory)' last night at dinner for jokingly pointing out that our mother likes the pixar movie Cars because it follows the same narrative structure as a hallmark movie. ....Fellas....are you a highschool english teacher for making very basic thematic connections between pieces of media?? As a joke???

Not to be An Old Person at the tender age of 27 but 'the curtains are blue' anti-intellectual discourse, esp prevalent on social media, has done infinite and potentially irreparable damage to these kids and their reading comprehension + critical thinking skills

[cobaltthearsonist]

Bro is gorgeous

Ref pic by Damon Baker :3

[gnecroticart]

yeah idk if i'm ever gonna finish this pmv but here are two frames i'm particularly proud of! fun fact i finished listening to magnus while i was coloring the first one

(also yes i know the negative space is weird in the second one, that's where the lyrics are supposed to go lol)

[ieatsmallorphansnamedtom]

I love all your headcanons!! I especially like how you write Alex and Sam, they're my favorite boys hehe. If you haven't already, would you be up to doing some HCs (or a oneshot if you're feeling it!) for a first kiss with Alex, specifically with a male farmer? (Lowkey I always romance him as a guy bc I love his canon struggle w/ accepting his feelings for another guy, I feel like it adds even more depth to him and w/ his backstory it's so interesting!)

Under the Stars - Alex x Male!Reader

Pairings: SDV Alex, Male Reader Confession: Already happened Pronouns: You/yours, he/him Warnings: Kissing (fluff), food, homophobia (-ish? More so mentioned) Words: 533 Overview: Alex walks you home and surprises you with a first kiss!

A/N: Sorry, this isn't that good I don't know if it's because it's a first kiss or if I just wasn't feeling it but uughhhghhhhgughghuhuhghh. Like, this is very bad. I think I just forgot how to write LOL.

It had been a few weeks since you and Alex officially started dating. For the most part, things had been going well. It started with a confession at your house one night after he had brought some leftover dinner over. Conversations happened, and before you knew it you found a beautiful bouquet from Pierre's shoved in your face.

But that was in the past. In the present, you had just finished a dinner with George and Evelyn. As per Alex's request, they did not yet know you two were going out. It was certainly a slippery slope to climb, what with their much more conservative views. Still, you held hope they would be accepting of your relationship. He was his grandson, after all.

You had just excused yourself from the table and were preparing to go home when George called out for you. Turning around, you saw him wheeling himself over to you, calling for Alex to come with him. He faced the both of you expectantly. A small moment of silence passed.

"Well, aren't you going to walk him home?" he finally spoke up and spoke.

"Oh!" Alex said, turning his body to face the door, "yeah, come on Y/N."

You said your goodbyes and headed out the door. Just as the door shut, you took your arm in Alex's. He looked at you and smiled as you began walking down the path past Pierre's. Despite how late it was, you could still hear the commotion coming from the Stardrop Saloon and Dusty's pen.

You came to the edge of the main town. Light faded and silence took hold. The only sounds were of the dirt crunching beneath your and Alex's shoes. Despite the lack of sensory input, the area was rather peaceful. You had walked the path enough times alone to no longer feel threatened at night. Every now and again a small animal would scare you, but not enough to warrant a fear of coming down there.

Eventually, you came to your old cottage. Your arm slipped away from Alex's grip as you went up the old stairs to the front door. You were about to head inside when you felt a hand take yours. Turning back to face your boyfriend, you saw he looked rather nervous.

"Hey, uh, I just want to say thanks for coming over tonight. It was really nice," he said, still not looking at you. "Would you like to come over again sometime?"

"Alex, you know I would love to." You smiled and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. You saw his expression shift as a smile crept up on him. Bringing himself closer to you, he took his free hand and cupped your cheek.

"You mean a lot to me, you know that?" he said. You laughed and nodded. But he still stared at you with a strange vulnerability in his eyes. He leaned in closer to you, but stopped.

"Do you mind if I...?"

"Not at all."

Suddenly, his lips were on yours. You knew this was coming, but still your face was flushed to the highest extent. Pulling away, he looked at you once more, smiling.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said.

"Goodnight, Alex."

-~-~-

[milkbreadtoast]

Sakura Kiss English Lyrics

Was suddenly overcome by nostalgia and in a frenzy wrote my own english lyrics for Sakura Kiss (Ouran HSHC) just now while in the shower MFNSMND it was fun and I'm actually p proud of these... Sharing in case anyone wants to do a cover w these lyrics!!🥹 (pls credit and show me if u do🥺)

I also did a v quick recording (v out of breath😵‍💫) to show how the lyrics match up w the song 🫣 LMAO (i dropped my phone in the beginning KFJSJ)

EDIT: I did a new cover here! A bit less out of breath this time🤧

(raw text under cut)

Sakura Kiss

(milkbreadtoast ver)

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE (HEY HEY HEY)

I've realized that all this time... you've always been right here with me

But is it hate, or like, or am I going crazy?

If i could look inside my heart

and see my feelings clear as day,

lady or host, it doesn't(/wouldn't) matter either way.

When love comes into our lives,

we dont always know why

but when i look in your eyes...

MAYBE YOU'RE MY LOVE

I want(/need) to see you now

so I can give you a cherry blossom kiss, and if your heartbeat skips then it's love you know!

Tomorrow's far away, let's focus on today

It's just you and me,

and this beautiful spring

is a flower's blooming hour of love!

(HEY HEY) MAYBE YOU'RE MY LOVE!

[todayisafridaynight]

Going off the rules of sonic heroes if we were to trioize the jimas saejima’d obvi fit the power role but now we have to ask what roles majima and daigo fit cause on the one hand i believe majima could pilot a helicopter if he wanted to but on the other hand attributing ‘fly’ to daigo is another case of cruel and unusual punishment