#that’s hot idk

[becca-e-barnes]

Thoughts on walking in on bucky watching pegging videos 😘🫶🏻

Oooooh this could be so hot though, especially if it’s a little fantasy of his he hasn’t managed to tell you about yet.

I really like the thought of him exploring a little bit and getting himself a couple of toys and trying out all the different methods of self pleasure that he didn’t know existed previously. As soon as he stumbles across his first pegging video, the way he cums over his own fist with a broken sob had him rushing straight out to get himself a dildo.

But I do think he’d be quite hesitant to explore an interest like that with a partner right away so he plays around with it on his own for the first while.

And that’s how you catch him on his knees on the floor of your bedroom, bouncing on the dildo and letting out the softest little sobs.

He’s totally cockdrunk. But with his earphones in, he doesn’t hear you come in and fuck, he looks perfect, so lost in a pleasure he didn’t know existed.

“Oh god.” He whines, sliding down to take the toy right to the base and it looks like every muscle in his body tenses up.

But then he sees you. And he sees how you’re standing there, wide eyed but not embarrassed. You look like you’re into it and he takes the earphones off in a hurry, barely taking a breath while he bounces on the dick inside him.

“Are you enjoying that, sweetheart?” You’re making him whimper just by how you look at him but his eyes roll back in response because yes, he absolutely is enjoying this. He’s enjoying it a whole lot more now that you’re here.

“Y-yes.” He whimpers, breathless as he strokes his own dick, still bouncing on the toy. He’s jerking himself quickly and recklessly and you realise that you really have no idea how long he’s spent playing with himself already.

“You like having your ass stuffed full, Buck?” You have him full on groaning, your fingers trailing through his hair and it’s the first time he’s even dared to imagine this as a personal interest of his. Up until now, it’s been something that he imagines other men do, he just watches. This is much more personal.

“Fuck yes, it feels so good.” He whines and even the relief at finally admitting his interest in this feels euphoric for him.

“You look so pretty with a dick in your ass, you know that? You’re all flushed and it’s just adorable. Just wait until I’m fucking your ass for you. I want you begging me for more.” He seems almost broken, given over to his need to cum but it’s at war with his need to draw this out as long as possible.

“Please.” The word slips past his lips in a quiet, pathetic little gasp and once he says it, he can’t stop repeating it. “Please, please, please.”

Hearing himself sound so desperate finishes this for him, threads of ecstasy pumping from his tip while he continues to fuck himself. He can’t quite believe how hard he cums, pleasure radiating from the base of his spine and making his whole body quiver.

“Good boy.” You whisper proudly when he’s spent. “Now get on your hands and knees.”

[jeanivere]

sketch feat. the tweets that inspired it

tell me you guys get it tho like why is he built

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

[weavile]

junior year glow-up??????????

[sheepydraws]

The secret Dungeon Meshi sauce that's getting people to eat better is that it's so non-judgmental. Senshi and the rest of the gang never talk about what not to eat besides things that taste bad and literal poison. They don't even talk about "health" that much besides the importance of a balanced diet. It's so much easier to eat well when you think of food simply as something your body needs, and that it's often worth the extra effort to make it taste good, especially when you understand how to connect "things your body needs" with "things that taste good"

[eddiethehunted]

stupid thing i drew last night before the melatonin got me

[kakushino]

The Queen

Ryomen Sukuna x F! Reader

He never orders you around - rather, he requests.

Tags: slight gore, suggestive, fem reader, true form Sukuna Word count: 1,7k

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AN: Fanart used in banner made by the amazing @innaillus - be sure to check out their divine fanart Written as a Secret Santa's gift for @zoyakuna - Merry (early) Christmas! (and pls stop slandering Giyuu, it's causing me undue stress)

There was little to amuse you in your secluded throne room underground. 

Correction - there had been little to amuse you out of your throne room, so you had retreated back into your palace - and even then, was it a palace, when there were no servants, no great halls, no music, and no consort?

Just you - the Supreme Sovereign - and your throne made of roots and vines. 

Which made it odd to hear a sound echo in your chamber. You feared nothing, no one, and your heart remained steady, not a beat out of place, your eyes closed as you rested from lifetimes of exhaustion.

“Who goes there?” you called out, not moving from your reclined position. 

You were it to him, the holy grail of his searching - the Queen of Curses. Your name was feared enough that it had been scratched out from all written sources, the feats accredited to you terrifying… yet thrilling to Sukuna. He had needed to meet you, though he knew not why… A deep hunger for companionship, another who could stand at his level, who could reign with him from his Shrine, a craving so consuming he nearly went mad with his searching. 

And he did find you, though hardly in the condition he thought he would.

“This is what You have become? The cynosure of all mortals reduced to a wretch.” 

The voice was rough, forceful - distinctly male - though the tone held a hint of remorse and confusion. “All beauty is short-lived,” was all you said, a slight irritation churning your stomach for the first time in - decades, centuries, millenia? Who knows?

“Not for curses. We are eternal.” You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, and intense. It lashed out at your own, but like water parting around a blade, yours did too, accepting and redirecting the angry force, dispersing it, and eventually absorbing it. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being suffocated under the weight of the world, a drop of water quenching a soul-deep thirst in the desert of life.

You opened your eyes and sat up properly as you studied him.

The man - curse - was tall, broad, and regal. A king would be a title befitting his posture. His hair was a light color you could hardly make out in the darkness of your abode. The dark marks adorning his face stood out starkly against his skin, as did the shape of the disfigured flesh on the right side of his face. Four gleaming eyes were focused on you, four arms relaxed at his sides.

This man was fascinating, and beautiful; he could easily sway the hearts of humans, bring them to their knees. Too bad you were not human.

“Join me, your Majesty.” Despite the wording, it was a plea. How odd. 

“Who are you to ask anything of me?” You blinked slowly. You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, intense, … defensive, lonely. It enticed you, spoke to you in a language you understood all too well. It wasn’t in your nature to deny an honest request.

“Ryomen Sukuna, your Majesty,” he introduced himself. There was a sense of pride in the way he spoke, as if his existence was created, carved out, into the world by his own hands.

Perhaps Ryomen Sukuna would be the cure to your continued boredom. 

You stood up from your throne, your figure hardly atrophied as your cursed energy kept you in peak form. The roots and vines retreated into the cave walls, leaving no trace of your royal seat, the chamber empty again for centuries to come.

“Very well.”

Living with Sukuna was hardly boring. Each day, you felt your apathy falling away as you spent time with the King of Curses, until you smiled freely in his presence. The day you realized he softened you to this degree came all too suddenly.

His cruelty to humans who sought to undermine him was but a flimsy curtain of who he truly was. Like a displeased cat, claws exposed, he scratched up those daring to approach him, but with you -

With you he was as playful and borderline affectionate as the tabby you used to feed back in your human days. It warmed your heart, and your cheeks, to feel his eyes on your figure. It made you feel unsteady on your feet. It made you question who was the ruler of the other, who held the power over the other; the power imbalance slowly became a balance - your energy dimmed by the way he could play you like a puppet.

All these feelings weaved together and knotted around your heart, snaring you in a complex web too tight to escape, exposing your throat to him like a delicacy to be gorged upon.

Only if you let him know, that is.

You somehow felt that a man like him wouldn’t settle, and more importantly, he was a man; just another one of the hordes who wanted a demure consort, you could bet. You were not a dainty flower he likely sought; you were a weed - growing strong despite the harshest of conditions, clawing out a place for your existence where there had been none before. The Curse of Curses.

So you buried those feelings like a female buried herself under layers of junihitoe - though you refused to wear that monstrosity despite the latest fashion in Japan, as all the fabric was too heavy for comfort. You made do with the yukata you stole from Sukuna’s wardrobe. It was definitely not because it smelled like him. 

You kept away from the humans and the ruling in his Shrine, spending time with Uraume, him, or alone in the gardens - until you could not. He’d left you in charge of his Kingdom when he had business to do. 

Human men were deplorable, thinking you were just a weak curse to be manipulated and slandered. You didn’t raise your voice at all, yet it shut everyone up in the hall - save for one local lord thinking himself too mighty to listen. No amount of flattery would have kept him alive after that. A wave of your hand made vines grow out of his guts - burrowing through his flesh as easily as tearing paper apart; sweet-smelling white flowers bloomed from the mess of red-coated plant matter in the middle of the chamber. 

You sat in Sukuna’s throne of bones, regal and untouchable.

That was how he found you - presiding over his subjects like the Goddess you were, and bloody Spring sprouted in front of him, rubies glinting upon the stone floors like a grotesque decoration. 

At first, he had wanted to study you - the Queen of Curses, the Supreme Sovereign, older than him, wiser, more powerful. Forgotten, yet not forgotten enough for him not to find any sources mentioning your title. He had been curious about you, and then he became curious about the feelings you evoked in him. Your presence in his home converted from an adornment into an emollient to him, smoothing the rough edges and softening the spikes of his defenses against you, yet you remained the centerpiece of his attention, even when you weren’t in his presence. He found himself thinking about you in all his waking moments.

“Everyone, out.”

He could not hide his devotion to you if he tried now - it had grown roots in his soul and fed off of his life-force, yet strengthened it twice as much. His heart was set ablaze every time he laid eyes upon your form, the blood in his veins searing hot, branding him from the inside - a slave to you forevermore.

And so he knelt at your feet, the bottom two of his arms supporting him as he leaned forward, his top pair carefully reaching for your foot and raising it to his face.

The King of Curses kissed your ankle, closing his eyes in silent worship to his Goddess, his World. 

“Your Majesty,” he greeted you in a whisper, his lips caressing your skin.

Your eyes grew soft as you studied him, your posture proud but your expression fond. “Sukuna.”

Wet, hot tongue darted out to taste your skin, making you jolt and tear your leg from his grasp with pursed lips. The tabby was particularly impertinent today.

“You have no respect for your Queen, do you?” 

“On the contrary, I hold all the respect for you.” His smirk was mischievous, he knew as well as you did neither of you were serious about this. Just a harmless teasing, if a bit skewed. 

You used your foot to lightly push against his chest to tip him over onto his back - which he let you do, for he could have as easily resisted. Even falling down, he looked graceful. It made you feel warm inside your ribcage as you pushed a joyous smile down.

Sukuna turned the fall into a backwards roll, ending up on his knees again.

“At least you know your place - on your knees before me…”

“I-” he licked his lips, “I would gladly be on my knees for you all day, Your Majesty.”

Oh? It was your turn to give him a smile full of mischief as he slowly moved back to you. You remained silent.

“Has a cat got your tongue?” 

Sukuna shuffled forward on his knees, his top pair of arms resting on the bones of his throne as he came even closer. Palms trailing to your thighs and covering them with his hands - an easy feat with his size. 

You could do naught but marvel at the contrast of your limbs and his - each powerful and deadly in their own right, each in a different way. There was no tremor of fear in your muscles, only anticipation, even while he lightly spread your legs to fit his torso between them as you lounged on his throne.

“Let me feast on your nectar.” His voice, smooth like silk, a plea rather than an order, the nuance of his tone telling all you needed to know. He appeared unreadable to others, but he was as exposed and vulnerable as a newborn babe to you at this moment.

Even so, your lips parted in surprise at his request for you didn’t expect him to say it out loud at last. “Forward, aren’t you?”

His carmine eyes - all four of them - focused on yours with an intensity you were only just getting used to with him. Sukuna said nothing as he waited for your response.

The devil didn’t bargain, after all.

“Very well… Show me how you would worship your Queen, my King.”

dividers by the divine @benkeibear

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[inkskinned]

he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

obsessed with the idea that as soon Steve Harrington realizes that he is bi he skips over the internalized homophobia and the denial and goes straight (not! lol) to boyfriend. He tells Robin he has a crush on Eddie while he drives her to school in the morning and by the time they have their shift in the afternoon he is already Wayne's son in law. He gets over the whole crisis stuff in like 5 mins and panics instead over where he will take Eddie on their first date. He realized he really wants to run his hands through Eddie's hair (in a gay way) and half an hour later he already has his tongue down his throat.

[abyssruler]

no thoughts. just zhongli’s territorial instincts rising up after you return from fontaine stinking of another dragon’s scent. and neuvillette nuzzling his face in your neck to scent you every time you have to leave for liyue.

[vacantgodling]

ngl i get that people hype up hating writing for the bit but like. idk. yall i Do actually really like writing. it is so satisfying and fun and rewarding and i get to look back what i made over and over again and get joy every single time.

yes writing is hard but if you hate it more than you love it im kinda like. idk. find another hobby?

[strange-aeons]

mr. strange. what do you think is the sexiest wheelchair color? does it matter that i'm a communications major??

-your friendly neighborhood entity on wheels

I’m feeling red? Maybe with flames? Hotwheels-core.

Communications major does not affect this.

[corantus]

hilda, a little lesbian i have no idea what to do with. they/she

name is short for brunhilde. chose that name because they thought it was cool but now theyre insecure about it. transfem not on hrt. would not consider themself butch exactly just prefers to look androgynous. everyone thinks shes a gamer but she has played undertale 12 times and no other games. their job is being cute and talking about anime

[drippyboycunt]

one of the hottest things about pussy imo is when you get someone so worked up that all you have to do is line up the tip and it pulls you in

like damn, you really were made to take my cock, weren't you baby?

[autiacorart]

i was asked to give connor this and here we are

[sunsetsimon]

könig x reader nsfw

lactation kink

continuation of this post

just pure filth… sorry not sorry - sun

nsfw under the cut. mdni

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☼ after giving birth to your first child, a lovely baby girl, you begin to breastfeed. it’s not always easy, and the first nights you wake up having to pump because your boobs will get engorged. at first your husband doesn’t think much of it, but one night after just putting the baby down, he comes out to the living room to see you sitting there. your tank top is pulled above your breasts, the electric pump filling the bottles attached to it, filling them slowly but surely. his mouth waters, swallowing down a large gulp before deciding to get a glass of water. it was weird that it turned him on… right?

☼ he'll have you sit in his lap while you pump, starting by massaging your back, pushing deep into your muscles while you moan in relief. his hands make their way down your back and along your legs, reaching down to trail wet kisses along your neck. you shiver, leaning back into his chest when his hand dips into your panties. his finger rubs little circles on your clit, dipping down to get some of the wetness dripping out for more lubrication. the coldness on your hot clit has you mewling for more, legs spreading wider, encouraging him to put his thick fingers in your pussy. "that feels so good," you whine.

it's almost as if a switch flips, könig stands suddenly, you in his arms as he sets you back down on the couch, dropping to his knees. he drags down your shorts and panties at once, pushing your thighs wide open. his icy blue eyes look up at you while he rubs your inner thighs, his cock growing impossibly hard in his sweatpants. the sight of you is so fucking lewd, your wet pussy on full display to him with half-full pumps hanging off of your breasts. he detaches them, setting them off to the side before sucking the dribbles of milk on your nipples, moaning against you at the slightly sweet taste, "you taste so fucking good, mein engel. i need more."

he greedily sucks on your other breast, loving the taste of your milk, squeezing the soft tissue to release more. surprising you, his fingers reappear at your clit, resuming his circles.

☼ god. he's deep into fucking you, working towards his own orgasm after taking care of you first, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. königs hands grope at you, grabbing any skin he can find when an idea pops into his mind. reaching up, he grabs at your boob, giving a light squeeze as his lips latch, giving a light suck before looking up at you, his pupils blown with desire. "c'mon mama, give me just a little," he asks, voice gruff before continuing to suck. his orgasm quickly finds him when he tastes your sweet milk, filling you up with spurts of his hot cum.