#n discord

[didderd]

(so sry i havent even started on those asks that i asked for lmao)

[textmel8r]

[ SMAU ] 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄 ? in which the jujutsu kaisen men confront you about seeing you with another man ( who just so happens to be your relative ) .

୨୧˚ incl; satoru gojo , suguru geto , kento nanami , toji fushiguro , choso kamo

୨୧˚ cw; slight! suggestive in suguru’s , crack , profanity

୨୧˚ an; mostly made this post to promote my discord server , come join freak nation we objectify anime characters 🤤

likes and reblogs are appreciated !

[tea-n-ink]

Under the weight of a thousand echoes, your world is reduced to 2 dimensions

[proxycrit]

Some miscellaneous pokemon doodles! They are some truly inspired creatures.

[slvttyplum]

sometimes certain stimulation didn’t make you feel good or get off well; it shortly disappeared, but whenever you slid a pillow between your legs and rolled your hips against the soft surface, it made your eyes flutter and your stomach fill with butterflies.

once you started to do this, you just couldn’t stop. sex with suguru was nice; it was more than nice; it was amazing; it blew your mind each and every time. you loved and craved for it, but you also loved and craved the independence of being able to control your speed and feel the pleasurable sensation on your clit pushing against the pillow.

it felt so good that you wanted to overstimulate yourself more and more, to tell yourself to keep going even though you couldn’t take it, all while suguru was watching.

watching as you had the pillow under you and in between your legs grinding against it as your head was thrown back and your mouth was gaped open as one hand was holding you steady and the other was feeling all over your body. suguru watching with his arms folded and his dick hard pressing against the fabric; he should’ve been mad and upset that you were getting off without him, but the sight was sexy.

it threw him for a loop the first time he saw you do it. the first time he saw you, he was in awe. he couldn’t help but watch you from the crack of the door, not wanting to open the door and interrupt you, but it started to get more and more regular.

even when he sneaks back home from work on his break without telling you, he’ll catch you in one of his shirts, grinding against a pillow rapidly and hungrily. pushing your hips against it more and more as you feel the pleasure rise up in you, hunching over as you orgasm.

he saw the way you stimulated yourself and made yourself feel good when you were alone; now he wanted to see how you did it when he was watching, and fuck, it was ten times better than before.

having his eyes dig into you as you grind against the pillow like he wants there felt better than it should’ve. imagining it was him below you and dragging your wet pussy over the fabric and feeling your clit rub against it made you tremble with pleasure. salivating from the touches and his eyes trailing over your body and planing himself.

watching how you left wet marks every time you moved against the pillow, your soft moans sinking into his ears as you got faster, the pleasure pumping through the both of you as if he were the one sliding himself against you.

your wet core leaking beneath you as you get more and more aroused, your hands roaming over your body pretending it was him, suguru couldn’t bear to see you drive yourself crazy rubbing yourself against the pillow beneath you; he wanted you to feel better, whimpering on top of him as he hit every spot.

he wanted to make you feel good and wanted to watch you throw your head back as he thrust into you and pushed the tip of his dick onto your sweet spot to the point you were hunching over like you did when you were grinding your hips and hitting every spot while you were on the pillow.

suguru wouldn’t call it jealousy, more so some friendly competition; he wanted to see if you had an even better reaction when he was fucking you stupid and had your body spasm from the pleasure that surged throughout you.

he was going to do just that.

part two will be posted tomorrow if 5 new people join./srs i love you <33

[tevintersnakes]

Reviewing some holotape records

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Abandonment Issues, Prologue (part 1)

Abandonment Issues comic, prologue: pages 1-5

I was going to finish th prologue and then post it all at once but it’s taking way longer than expected so uh. Shrug

(part 2: here!)

[idyllcy]

linked - grim reaper x reader

You swear the first time wasn't on purpose. You had just logged off the call with Grim and found yourself warm and sexually frustrated, and you swear you were just trying to blow off some of that frustration. You forgot, however, that his soul was literally linked to yours.

Grim had to call off work because he wasn't able to calm himself over seeing your fingers stuck inside of you and the way you moaned his name when you came around them.

He would rather die than admit you had that kind of effect on him.

The second time? When you deduced that he couldn't stare you in the eye because he watched you finger yourself? Was totally on purpose.

You tell Grim good night as usual, and you find yourself annoyed again, an abnormal heat in your abdomen as you frown. You frown, but your lips curl upward when you remember Grim can now see everything you do. So, you rummage through your drawer for lube, squirting it on your fingers as you slide one in, Grim's name slipping past your lips as you slide it all the way in.

Then, you slide a second;

and a third.

You gasp as you speed up, back arching as you feel yourself get closer, Grim's name a mantra as you gasp and twitch around your fingers, pretending they're his instead, crying as you feel yourself cum, legs twitching as you make a mess between them. You sigh in relief when you do, pulling the tissues to wipe your fingers clean as you click on your laptop to text him.

To Grim: Missing you (づ￣ ³￣)づ

Grim sits in his cold shower on the other end, desperate to get the red off his skin. You were going to kill him.

[jpdrawsalot]

Zane's most favored and devoted Juror

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)

[miguelhugger2099]

What if…. Miguel was Gomez Addams?

(Discord brainrot go brrrr)

Miguel was the type of man that knew what he wanted. A man with odd tastes yet with an undeniable charm that had people reeling in. He took pride in being the life of the party, welcoming guests, entertaining with men and wooing the women.

Some would say he’s at the top and would forever be at the top.

However, the moment you walked in, there was a clear shift in the mood. Doors opened and creaked as you came into view, a gentle smile on your red lips and hands delicately placed one on top of the other on your stomach.

Your eyes are on Miguel—him staring back—and the entire room turns to face Miguel. His smile grows at the sight of you, heart beating to life once more.

Miguel drops the champagne glass he held, the cup shattering into shards on impact, and his feet shuffle hurriedly to stand by your side. Few gasps are heard at the pitched sound of glass breaking, alcohol seeping into the wooden floorboards but all of that falls on deaf ears for Miguel.

Your smile tilts higher up when Miguel approaches, both his hands immediately taking one of yours and kissing your knuckles with gusto.

You can feel his breath when he sighs against your skin, his hands clutching desperately onto you while he proceeds to kiss your hand and up your arm. His lips pepper you with affection onto your neck, and to your lips where he leaves a long kiss— your lipstick smeared on his mouth when he pulls away.

But Miguel doesn’t care for that. A bright grin etched on his face while his eyes glow with adoration. He can’t help but press another kiss to your knuckles with a soft moan. You take your other hand and cup his cheek and he leans into your palm.

“Hello, my darling.” You hum. Miguel stands back up, pressing another kiss to your cheek and temple.

“Cara mía…” He whispers back lovingly. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer as if he simply can not get enough of your beauty. He turns to the party goers—his fingers lacing through yours—and introduces you.

“My wife, everyone, has joined us for the night!” He glances back at you. “Gracias, mi reina.” His chest puffs up with pride, ushering you in front of him to walk first.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, darling.” You tell him sweetly that makes his heart jump at your tone. He knew you were a much secluded person so he didn’t hold it against you if you didn’t want to be at this party. That didn’t mean he wasn’t stuck to you like glue hours prior, wanting to spend time with you as much as he could before separation.

The guests greet you with weary smiles, now knowing that the oddness of the couple would tenfold now that they had each other. They return to their conversations, giving glances and side eyes to you two as you both walked further inside. A sea of people parting while your eyes remained on each other.

“Quieres un poco de vino, mi amor?” He asks, leading you to the table with various bottles.

“Maybe just a few sips tonight, my dear.” You fan yourself with your hand, feeling a little stuffy and warm. Miguel notice’s immediately, quickly letting you go to open a few of the large windows to let some air in. He comes back and hands you a wine glass, pouring the wine for you.

After that, his arm loops behind you, his palm resting on your lower back and leading you around the room while he makes deals and does his job. Well…he does mention you every chance he gets.

“Have you met my wife? She’s brilliant—my most trusted confidant!”

“You know my wife, beautiful woman, said the same thing to me the other day.”

“Oh no, the home decor was not my idea but my wife’s. She’s amazing. Please give your compliments to her instead of me.”

Shamelessly, Miguel would keep your hand in his, kissing up your arm and to your neck. You’d giggle when he whispered sweet nothings against your skin, him smirking and gripping you flush against him—even in front of others, much to their dismay.

It was strange to them just how loving Miguel was to you and you to him. Unusual for a man to be turned into putty that disregarded social norms of keeping public displays of affection to a minimum. They awkwardly looked at one another when Miguel brought you close for a kiss, unable to stop himself from moaning when he tasted the wine from your lips.

One man cleared his throat, blush evident on his cheeks. “W-well, it’s getting late. It must be time for us to go.” His blush darkens when you and Miguel ignore the man for an even deeper kiss with you, your hands combing through his hair. “We’ll talk more business later.”

The guests scurried off one by one, staring at the vulgarity of your blatant love for one another. When the door shut, it echoed along with the soft kisses you and Miguel shared before he lifted you up and sat you on one of the tables. His hands placed on both your thighs while your arms were around his neck.

[didderd]

Bad Sansuary Day 5: good soup

speed running a few of these prompts bc i forgor i wanted to do bad sansuary, n now i got some motivation :3 when i read this prompt, all i could think of is this meme (gif of original meme under th cut)

[bored-ana]

Would you join if i made a proana discord server?

If so… stay tuned ;)

[venomgaia]

gaslight gatekeep girlboss

[2-dsimp]

Formally introducing Rival Priest Rashiq!

(Btw he’s Australian 👀)

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked. We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.