#maybe like a belt or something. idk.)

[fishwikipedia]

bcc the one currently kinda stagnant wrestling stable that i’m fully ok with remaining together indefinitely bc despite them not really being involved w anything important at the moment i like them being together on principle

[captainsparklefingers]

My shipper heart that refuses to let go of widomauk all these years later hears Ashton talking about wearing a tribute to FCG (which is a lovely thought and I'm gonna get teary eyed at the inevitable new art), the second thing my brain goes to is Caleb in Molly's coat, taking and wearing it not immediately after his death, but after Cree has brought Lucien back. When it's been abandoned and forgotten in the mud and rain. Caleb taking it and wearing it on the trek to Aeor to get their lost friend back.

[kremechihihi]

FUTURISMO ⚡️⚡️⚡️

buwan ng wika already passd but i still wanted 2 draw sum futurism in modernized filipiñana garb 4 funs

[bonicedemandarina]

Hiii, so uh *throws into the void trigun drawings that i don't have a good explanation for*

Click for better quality

[death-rebirth-senshi]

I don't want to look at whole lore videos but I still don't know how or why Marika made the land of shadows or what the Scadutree is exactly. And I'm kind of tired of playing the dlc.

[honorary-fool]

anyone else feeling the friday the 13th luck?

i accidentally sewed a sleeve on upside-down

upside fucking down

[dbssh]

king of spadez

[paintedvanilla]

I feel really sick and ill about the guy at work who won’t take the hint actually like I’m home now sitting in my room and I feel Terrible. physically nauseous.

[shwarmii]

i never realized Viktor was missing from Disenchanted Fashions before (or at least tumblr isnt showing him) and i am having so much fun with that bit of freedom towards his wardrobe jfc

[chibelial]

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[sinestrosmind]

I finally got Hope a harness!!! I can't wait to take her on walks now that I've got it, I feel a lot more confident with it than a collar and she seems to really like it!

I got the OneTigris Fire Watcher 2.0 in navy for her, and I got a really nice leash with a second handle near where it clips to her harness. There's some other things I wanna get for her so we can start Canicross training bc I know she'd love Canicross, she loves to run and I wanna run with her. I wanna get her checked by her vet before we begin training tho, make sure she's sound enough for Canicross, but goddddd I'm so fuckin excited!!!!

Maybe after Canicross training we could do dry land mushing??? maybe I can get a skateboard or something and we can go flying around the town. I wanna get her shoes, tho, because right now the temperature dictates if we go for walks or not that day. I also have to get her a water bottle for hotter days with or without shoes tbh. Today it's too hot and humid, so I don't want to take her for a walk, but when it's cooled down again I'm so walking with her- maybe we'll go to petsmart and people watch for exposure training????

just. godddd I'm so happy and so fucking excited I love Hope so much

[kavehater]

STAWP THIS IS THE GIFT I GET FOR REACHING FRIENDSHIP LEVEL FOUR I HATE YOU

[readymades2002]

genuinely it is difficult having cultivated the like. taste in fiction that i have now that i am in a place where i'm trying to talk to people more and make friends and so on and so forth and this is the field i'm having to play on with them. i don't think anyone has to be critic-brained (i do think its good to recognize that media is Authored and to look at things with both eyes open but some people simply enjoy things in other ways and i may get irritated by that but i don't suppose its Wrong) and i have in fact met people who Will meet me in that field but it doesnt change that the field i like to play in is much different and no one is expected to meet me there in the same way i am expected to play ball with marvel fans

[narke]

we did a standing guard pass involving punching in the boob area and my coach was like “yeah uh [name] if you want people to like. modify it to be lower. yeah” which like totally fair and appreciated but also got me in a weird funk like mannnn now people are going to be thinking about my boobs. and im going to be thinking about my boobs and how its not fair for my drilling partner because he won’t be able to practice the technique as intended. and then i rolled with a teenager and i got frustrated at how much effortlessly stronger he was

[goxjo]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 ﾟ･｡･ﾟft. gojo, choso, sukuna, toji

♡ warnings. no reader pronouns, fem anatomy! reader, technically hate fucking, reader is initially very pissed, he is too but he wants to make up, no curse au (choso + sukuna), everything is consensual. gojo cw: some reckless driving, semi-public sex, doggy, getting caught, exhibitionism. choso cw: reader is in a bunny lingerie costume, slight! pet play, suddenly popping a boner, v! fingering. sukuna cw: petty arguments, jealousy, v! fingering. toji cw: jealousy, implied size difference, kabedon!!!, cunnilingus, wall sex. 18+ only, MDNI

♡ a/n. idk if you can already tell by now - I usually make these whenever I have new banners / formats to try out. I really love that heart bubble thingy on the title lol + idk, arguments like these feel a little endearing sometimes. this was very fun to write. enjoy!

♡ links. GEN. MASTERLIST ┆ JJK MASTERLIST

[ ❤︎ ] GOJO SATORU

The car ride home tonight is silent for the most part. It’s your car, your hands on the steering wheel, and therefore your rules. Maybe you haven’t been looking at your speedometer but in case you haven’t noticed, your anger adds more pressure to your foot on the pedal, and you’re a few kilometers past the highway speed limit.

All this because of some petty argument and you barely even remember what it’s about. All you know is, it’s one that made you miss an exit, and it’s another 20 minutes before the next one.

“Baby, slow down.” He sighs with a tinge of worry and slight irritation in his voice. He’s not really keen on the idea of having to watch you flirt with an officer to get out of a speeding ticket. He’ll throw puppy dog eyes to the officer himself if he has to, but he’s putting a pin on that thought for now. There must be something that could remedy the situation (you) for now.

“Don’t talk to me,” you deadpan, lips pursing in your annoyance, eyes dead fixed on the road.

“Fine. Then, I won’t,” he hums, an idea suddenly popping up in his head. “I won’t talk to you. I’ll just…” He fiddles with the hems of your skirt, knuckles lightly stroking your plump and exposed skin.

“What the hell are you doing?” You shift in your seat, quickly taking a glance at your boyfriend.

“Not talking.” It starts with just his fingers, now it’s a full hand, and it’s squeezing and massaging your thigh, reaching higher and higher up till it’s a hair away from your clothed sex.

“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Satoru.” You gulp, and he doesn’t fail to notice your breath has shifted, taking deeper inhales and longer exhales the closer he gets to your panties.

And he knows it’s a dangerous game. But hey, at least you’re not in danger of getting a ticket anymore. He’s glad you’re distracted. One finger hooking on the waistband of your panties is enough to make your breath hitch. Watching you chew on your bottom lip puts a strain in his pants knowing you’re trying your hardest not to be the first to break. You’re so cute when you’re angry, focus never breaking when you reach the woodsy outskirts of your exit, and he wonders if you took the wrong turn.

“Why are we here—”

“You fucking idiot.” You’re fuming as you unbuckle your belt, making your way to the backseat.

“I fucking love you.”

….

He’s never seen you cum so fast before, never seen you more vocal, fingers raking into the leather of your back seat, not a care in the world how expensive it’s going to be to have it replaced. He should piss you off more if it means he’ll have you on all fours again in your car in the middle of the woods, begging and screaming for him to fuck you deeper and deeper a nearby town could mistake your cries for a mating call.

He finds a neat little discovery too when a light shines on your window, practically blinding you, and your insides coil around his cock he’s almost sure he was locked in knots. You’re so fucking hot when you’re embarrassed, unable to help the moans that escape your lips even when a cop knocks on your window.

[ ❤︎ ] KAMO CHOSO

“I already told you I’m sorry!”

You won’t budge, half-sulking-half pissed with your back turned to him on the bed, sitting on your folded legs. You refuse to talk to him too so he settles with hugging you from behind, bunny tail pressing against his crotch. You feel his fingers fidgeting against your stomach, clearly remorseful for what he did. Your boyfriend is the last person on earth who could forget about special dates, let alone an anniversary — or so you thought.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” And you want to forgive him. But you had already spent the last few weeks finding the best anniversary costume present, only to be met with questioning heart eyes at the bunny ears and frilly lingerie, wondering what’s the occasion.

“It’s fine, forget it. Just leave me alone.” You try to wriggle out of his hold, only grinding against him kn the process.

“Won’t let go till I know you’ll allow me to make up for it.”

“Stop, it’s done okay — wait, are you…” At first, you thought it was your puffy tail pressing on your ass but you realize that’s definitely not the case when the thing behind you tripled in size.

“Yeah.” He buries his face deeper in your hair, taking in the sweet smell of you despite your little tantrum. His thumb tries to graze your underboob, fiddling with the frilly wires, popping in and out of the garment, obviously trying to restrain himself. “Sorry, you’re just… so soft.”

“Bunny, I know you’re mad and you can tell me all about it.” His hand reaches for your clothed pussy, fingernails scratching your slit behind the fabric. He finally puts the garment aside, spreading your wet, puffy folds with his pointer and ring fingers before sliding his middle into your slippery hole. “Go on, I’m listening.”

[ ❤︎ ] RYOUMEN SUKUNA

“Don’t ignore me, you.”

“He’s my childhood friend! Just a friend, okay?! Why can’t you understand that?”

“He could be the dog of your sister-in-law’s neighbor, I don’t give a fuck. I don’t want you fucking talking to that guy anymore.”

“It doesn’t mean anything!”

“So? I don’t like how he looks at you — hey, don’t leave! Don’t get mad — c’mon!” He catches up with you when your pace quickens as you bolt through the door. Tattooed arms coming from behind you lock tightly around your waist, his face burrowing into your neck.

“Let me go!”

“Fuck no.” He’s still as a rock the first few seconds as you try to wriggle out of his hold. When you realize it’s futile, he begins to pepper kisses on your exposed shoulder, trailing kisses along your neck up to your temple, as if he’a getting off that easy.

“Ryo, stop!”

“Uh-uh.” He runs his nose across your ear before leaving breathy kisses on your lobe. He’s a fucking menace for knowing exactly what makes you weak in the knees and using that against you.

“If you think that’s going to work, I-I — ohh, fuck.” Your head cranes backwards, leaning on his hard chest when his hand slides down your pants. Heat rises to your cheeks in embarrassment when you realize he found you wet despite all this. Or maybe it’s because of this?

“I don’t know? Seems to be working.” Because it fucking is. And you hate that it is. But his hand — black fingernails grazing your clit sloppy, wetting it with your juices — it feels so hot against your pussy at this stupid moment. His free hand reaches for your tit underneath your shirt around the same time as when he started pumping digits into your hole.

You’re not getting out of this alive.

“You still gonna talk to him?”

“Who?”

[ ❤︎ ] FUSHIGURO TOJI

“I fuckin’ swear, I don’t know how that girl got my number.”

“Don’t care. Go away, Toji.” Standing and towering in front of you, he tries to block you in every which direction. He doesn’t budge. Sneaking past him isn’t an option either as those freakishly long arms could easily prevent you from going anywhere.

You didn’t mean to read his messages. But when an unknown number pops out of your boyfriend’s notifications with kissy emojis followed by a steamy shot of her backside, you can’t help but be… curious.

You’re not sure what to think. On the one hand, you know Toji would never cheat on you or lie to you about these things. On the other hand, you also just found out this isn’t the first time this girl has sent him anything — nor the first time anyone’s sent him anything in the whole duration of your relationship.

“Believe me. I ignore every single one of these text messages, I don’t know how they keep finding me!”

“Yeah, well you could’ve told me.” Toji sighs realizing only now that he should’ve. He didn’t think it mattered or that you would be this bothered when you found out. Clearly, he was wrong.

You take his pause as your cue to walk past him, but a big hand slams to the wall next to you, preventing you from walking any further. His hand slides higher as he leans closer to the wall, forcing you to back up and hide in his shadow.

His lips are a breath away, eyes staring at yours through his lashes. His free hand cups your chin, gently forcing you to listen to him carefully. “I never told you because I didn’t care about any of them.”

His hand reaches for the skirt of your dress, balling the fabric into his fist as he raises the fabric till your thighs are exposed. “Why would I care about any of them when I have you,” he slides his hand into your panties, stroking stripes along your wet slit, “and this pussy.”

You all but melt into his touch, pussy squirming underneath his hold. Toji slowly kneels to the floor, taking your panties with him before throwing them aside. He pushes your knees aside, staring right at you as his hot breath fans your exposed cunt. “This pussy. Always so fucking ready for me.”

His wet muscle parts your folds, licking heavenly stripes on your throbbing clit. You lean on the wall for dear life, one hand above your head, the other on your partner’s head, shoving him closer to your pussy as you ride his mouth.

“I’m changing my number, I promise.”

♡ reblogs & comments are appreciated ♡

[bpmiranda]

God I love your works!!

I just read your “marks” and I have to say I am SPEECHLESS

was thinking if you could write another similar with a breeding kink for Logan? Maybe he sees reader with another guy and he wants to be sure she’s only his?

Or Maybe Logan sees reader with some children and he decides it’s time to start a family? Idk sorry if this sounds messy is just that I have many ideas😩😩

Send Flowers (Logan Howlett) nsfw

A/N: 20+ mutant reader whose ability is growing plants, smut, oral f! receiving, breeding, jealous!logan, territorial!logan

The sound of your sweet voice beckoned him to you, following the melody of your laugh to the greenhouse. It was a habit of Logan’s to drop everything he was doing the moment he heard you, or smelled you, around the mansion or the grounds. He simply had to see you, if just for a moment, before he carried on with his day.

It annoyed him to find out that you were with Scott in the greenhouse. He knew you had been only friends since you both started at the school around the same time, but it still bugged him. Scott’s eyes settled on Logan behind you and you turned around, smiling at the sight of your boyfriend. “Hey you,” You greeted him, giggling as he pulled you into a hug that lifted you off your feet. “Look at this, Scott brought sunflowers to plant in the greenhouse.” You took his hand and showed him the little planted pots that had yet to grow.

“Your favorite flower?” Logan asked with a suspicious tone, eyeing Scott who only rolled his eyes at the jealous boyfriend.

“They’re an early birthday gift,” Scott explained with an amused chuckle. “Settle down, Wolverine.”

You look back at Logan who is visibly upset and you frown, touching his forearm. “You don’t like them?” You ask sadly and Logan’s face softens, his hand caresses your cheek as he kisses you.

“‘Course I do. They’re gonna look great when they come in.” He says and you smile, holding onto his arm and resting your head on him. Gently, you place two fingers onto the topsoil of one pot and the three of you watch the sunflower bloom in front of you.

“Oh, Scott,” You sigh, admiring the fully bloomed yellow flower. “It’s beautiful.” You move to grow the others until Logan stops you.

“Wanna grab something to eat with me?” He asks, already tugging on your hand so you can only wave a quick goodbye to Cyclops who is shaking his head, grinning.

Logan drags you straight past the kitchen and towards the staircase, leading you to your shared bedroom. “I thought you were hungry, Lo?” You ask as he guides you into the room and closes the door behind you.

“I am.” He smirks before he’s pushing you down on the bed and kissing you hungrily. You moan softly into his kiss, your hands immediately tangling in his hair as he’s reaching underneath your clothes to touch you, squeeze you.

Your mouth falls open as he suddenly rips your shirt open and he’s marking your skin, sucking large and painful hickeys onto your chest. “Logan!” You gasp, surprised by his sudden territorial behavior.

“Let me give you my early birthday present.” Logan smirks, undoing the button on your jeans while kissing your belly. You watch as he tugs them off, biting your lip as he presses his nose to your clothed pussy and inhales deeply. “It’s the perfect time too.” He comments, mouth watering as he smells how fertile you are right now.

“Lo, what’re you saying?” You ask, your mind spinning as he’s grazing your skin with his teeth, his hands rubbing and squeezing your thighs while he’s licking the insides of them.

Logan says nothing as he pulls your panties to the side and slowly moves his tongue through your folds. Your body trembles at the gentleness and you rake your fingers through his hair, gripping softly as he’s eating you out. “Mm, baby, tastes so good.” He murmurs as you’re whining for him. His lips leave you and you pout as he’s kissing his way up your belly to your neck. His hand is undoing his belt buckle while you tug off his t-shirt and he desperately pulls his cock out of his jeans and plunges into you. You whimper at the feeling of his thick erection stretching you out so quickly, one of your arms wraps around his neck, holding onto his shoulder while your hand pushes against his abdomen to slow him down. Logan’s relentless in his pace, however, and much too heavy for you to slow the momentum he is quickly building and you cry out.

“Oh! Oh! Logan!” Your body trembles as he’s thrusting into you deeply, hard, with a purpose as he’s attacking your neck with kisses. His hands are tangled in your hair, his body is covering yours like a blanket, keeping you locked underneath him as he has his way with you. “Logan, baby, you gotta pull out.” You remind him, your nails dragging down his back as your release is building a painful tension in your lower belly.

Logan only shakes his head, groaning as your cunt squeezes him, flutters around him in tandem with the force of your orgasm as you mewling, trembling for him. “Not this time,” He grunts, looking down at your dazed expression as you take him with little to no resistance. “Sick of them acting like you don’t belong to me.” He mutters, kissing you softly in contrast to how he’s pounding into you. “You’re mine, right, baby?” You nod, the pleasure of him fucking you through your orgasm bringing tears to the corners of your eyes. “All mine, just my baby,” He pants while dipping his head into your neck and biting on your collarbone. “Gonna have my baby?” He asks you in a tender voice and you find yourself nodding, your legs shaking violently as he suddenly fills you up with his seed. The throbbing of his cock as he’s pumping you full with his load makes your body shudder and you hold him close against you. “Fuck.” Logan growls, kissing your jaw and your cheek before landing back on your lips.

You kiss hungrily, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths, hands gripping firmly onto each other. “How territorial of you, Logan.” You tease as you’ve calmed down and you’re scratching his scalp softly while he’s laying on you, still sitting heavy inside you to prevent his seed from leaking out. “You could’ve just bought me flowers yourself.” You laugh softly and Logan smirks against your shoulder.

“I think this will send a clearer message.”

Oh my🤭