#tw undressing ???

[sayruq]

[oh-katsuki]

bruv… imagining nanami as a 40-something, hair starting to grey… watch wearing… man… does something to my body.

imagining him sitting on the couch in his suit with a glass of red wine in his hand, swirling the liquid in the glass while he watches you, his pretty younger partner, undress. not touching himself, just watching the way you discard your clothing piece by piece like it’s a show, sipping the red wine from his glass. n when you’re done, he gets up with a small chuckle and pats your hip lightly, giving you a gentle little kiss on the lips.

he’s a little too old for those kinds of games at his age. little ploys for attention like that are a younger man’s territory, but he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t think it’s fun. plus, you almost had him at the end there.

[ex0rin]

Get that hair out of your face. Let me see. The Walking Dead S07E07 | Sing Me A Song

[klm-zoflorr]

Okay so this came from the line of thought. If sasha gets bitten by the worms how come she doesn't have the marks everywhere? And i was thinking. Maybe she has eye tattoos protecting her like gerry did. Mmmmnhnb. Like one big eye on her neck and it protects her face. Also i like how these look. They shimmer vaguely

Cause you gotta understand. This Sasha is a lot more in touch with Beholding than Jon was especially in earlier seasons. She's still nice, wants to save the world yknow. But also a very Beholding gal.

I made her somewhat muscular because. Thats my type in women. Thats all okay bye.

[fire-eyed-raven]

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

His range of emotions in this 2 minute scene is just fantastic. Pure acting. And I love it.

Vincent Price - The Tingler (1959)

[wetflowerpanties]

Hiii

i'm 18

she/her

i want to get abused and tortured (horny everyday)

other than that i like to hear music and play games

i'm virgin

i want to lose my virginity as soon as possible

i want to submit myself to daddy/mommy

[eating-sim0n]

Looking at my scars in the bath like damn I really did that to myself

[domesticated-feral]

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[jaeyleo]

REQUESTS YOU SAY.

Hmmmm... Maybe another one of those where Chase is like not exactly fully Pink yet but he knows it's sort of useless to fight against Pseudo when he wants to dress him up and everything. Maybe being on that border of actually liking the fact that he doesn't have to think but also HATING that he feels himself liking it :3c

ur brain: LARGE!! i hope i captured this the way you pictured, if not feel free to send it again and i'll make another attempt!

tws: dehumanization, brainwashing, platonic undressing, scars, complete loss of independence, talk of depressive and apathetic feelings, implied past noncon platonic undressing (sorry that's a mouthful), noncon platonic use of a camera

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There are many things Chase doesn't like seeing here in Denmark. Obvious things like knives and tools to burn, chains or the doors to the cellar in the back yard. Things that make him shiver and want to turn away.

Some things aren't as obvious. He never thought seeing something as simple as a camera would make him cringe. Even more so, the color pink. Today he has both combined.

Pseudo has the living room moved around to take pictures. There are props: teddy bears and coloring books, a juice box, a shock collar, a white beret hat. Blankets and other miscellaneous objects placed about, things Chase doesn't care enough to look into. What's the point? If Pseudo wants to use it, he will.

"Are you excited?" Pseudo asks the doll, watching his gaze lazily make its way around the room.

"Ecstatic," Chase replies.

"Come now. Someday you'll mean it."

And though the words may be true, Chase doesn't have the energy to care.

The monster approaches with his outfit of choice. A soft pink cardigan with pretty buttons and light red strawberries making their ways in rows down the fabric. A white button down. A pair of light blue jeans, slightly worn. White tennis shoes and frilly socks to poke out.

Carefully he sets the items down, and begins undressing the doll.

Chase doesn't protest. He stopped being embarrassed of showing his body to Pseudo a long time ago, as this is a regular practice for the two now. He's not allowed to get dressed or undressed on his own. Not allowed to eat on his own, drink on his own, bathe on his own, think on his own. He even has to ask to use the bathroom.

Pink isn't sure if he's just depressed, or completely apathetic. He doesn't care, fighting is useless. What difference does it make?

What irks him now is the last few times their routine has been done, Chase finds himself enjoying it.

He doesn't have to make any decisions anymore. In the mornings and evenings, he barely lifts a finger, completely dependent on Pseudo to do everything. No more stress on what to wear or if it looks nice. No more stress on what to eat or cook. No more worrying about waking up on time to get to work, or waking up late and realizing he's worn the wrong shoes. No more of anything he has to put any effort into.

The thought of it makes him sick. The fact that he likes it now? He likes it? That can't be right. It cant be right.

"I told you so," Pseudo says, slipping the button up over Pink's bare shoulders. Scars litter his body, torn up like a chew toy.

"T- told... told me so what?"

Pseudo smiles, pulling down Chase's pants next.

"That you'd like this someday."

Jeans slip on. Zip, button.

Chase frowns, growing red in his cheeks. "I don't like taking pictures.."

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I---N- s- stop.. stop listening to my thoughts!"

Pseudo slaps him on the mouth, be polite.

Chase huffs, growing more and more embarrassed. It takes him a few seconds to talk again, trying to correct himself after discipline.

"Why do you have to listen to my head all the time..."

"You're mine, Pinky Pie. I want to know what's going on up there. Lift your foot."

Chase does as he's told, feeling the socks from this morning come off and the frilly ones come on. Shoes are next.

The puppet is silent for a few moments. Then, he decides to ask inside his mind: "Do you hear everything?"

"Only when I want to."

"So you're not listening.... all the time, then?"

Pseudo comes up once the laces are tied, beginning to button up Chase's shirt.

"Only when I want to."

Another few silent moments, and the cardigan is over the dolls body. A pink comb straightens out pink hair, and a finishing touch of light makeup on his pretty face. Now, Chase is ready for pictures.

"Sit in the middle of the blanket," Pseudo commands, grabbing the polaroid and flicking the power switch. "Oh, eh, grab a teddy bear."

"...... Which one?"

He hates himself for asking that question. He hates himself for not wanting to make the decision. It's just proof that Pseudo's methods work.

The monster peeks through the camera to make sure the angle is just right.

"The one with buttons for eyes."

Chase obeys, and poses as he's told.

[chryzuree]

chrysi only rlly lets jacks feel her up because it seems like he’s having a good time. no, she’s not feeling anything right now, honey. sorry. glad you’re having fun though!

[julianrchandlerx]

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE STARTER

OPTION 1

activity: blood drive

who: open !

“It’s weird marketing, but it’s also kinda great at the same time,” Julian mused as he looked at the I <3 VAMPS sticker in his hand. With a wordless shrug he pasted it on his shirt, over his breast, and turned his attention back to the stress ball he was squeezing while donating. He liked taking any opportunity to give back, and naturally made the blood drive his first stop for activities that week. “Are vampires back in style or something? I thought they went out when the Twilight franchise ended, but it’s cool to see them get a Renaissance. Though, it’s weird to use them for Valentine’s Day. A Halloween blood drive with a vampire theme makes more sense you know?”

OPTION 2

activity: cupid’s undies run

who: open !

There were many things Julian had done in his life that could have been classified as studios, but he was pretty sure this could take the cake. Knocking back one last drink, he reveled in the burn he felt pouring down his throat. He was going to need any amount of heat, or really courage, he could muster if he had any chance of winning the damn thing. He wasn’t usually competitive, but free drinks were on the line and considering how much his income dropped recently… Julian could hardly say no to any sort of freebies he could reasonably procure. “What are the odds of getting sick from doing something like this?” He asked the person nearest him as he peeled away his shirt, the last piece of clothing shielding most of his body from the cool February air. Pulling his arms tight against chest, Julian began rubbing his hands together swiftly. A little friction helped supply some heat, right? “You ready for this?”

OPTION 3

activity: romcom-a-thon

who: open !

“Okay, I get it, rom cons are inherently kind of terrible. They’re corny, they tend to follow the same narrative structure, they can be very superficial, and they are predominantly heteronormative but c’mon — it’s Valentine’s week! Of all the activities that have been happening around here this feels like the quintessential way to spend the ‘holiday of romance’, watching outrageously hot people fall in love in the cheesiest ways over and over and over again. It’s fantastic.” He paused his rant to take a sip of his soda, turning his attention back to the screen. It was an intermission before the next film came up and the perfect time to strike a bit of conversation before settling back in for another show. “And everyone has a favorite, even if you hate the genre,” he continued after a beat. “What’s yours?”

[mysticeyeliner]

"Hobbies"

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Web (1947)

[shackld]

obligatory sunday hc but I really don't think chief likes being in any state of undress. or just showing too much skin. sure she'll wear what she's gotta for undercover missions but she's not gonna be happy about it!! and clothed sex is a thing and her partner would gotta be okay with that but I think there ARE occasions where she'd get rid of a few layers if she was reallllly in the heat of the moment.

[sugume]

HELL BENT — RYOMEN SUKUNA

✧･ﾟ The Incubus King finally claims his intended.  

( TW ) f!reader, incubus king!Sukuna, major size difference (Sukuna’s 8ft tall!), harem, group sex, fingering, cunnilingus, biting, rough sex, bleeding, forked tongues, cervix fucking, mating bonds, reader goes in some type of ‘heat’, explicit content. 

word count - > 1.5k

author's note: PLS don’t take this seriously Idek what this is!! unedited + I'm trying a new writing style

Can’t stop thinking about Incubus king!Sukuna who finally finds his intended after centuries of looking. Who finds her in a place he never thought to check, the human realm. Who he kidnaps and brings down to his realm, telling you how you are to be his queen and rule his subjects alongside him. You have a mental breakdown your first week. The change of scenery, coming to terms that this is real, the differences between you and Sukuna’s species he calls Incubus. You’ve heard of them before, but you didn't think they were real—who did? They’re eight feet tall, winged creatures who liked to fuck 24/7. Half of them roam around naked and you can’t turn a hallway without catching two or more in sexual activities. So, hearing that you're some type of ‘mate’ to the king of the creatures? You think you’re dreaming. Sukuna brings you food every day and talks about how the mating bond has been activated now. How the several next week's you’re going to be restless until he ruts and claims you. 

You scream and cry how this is his fault. He leans over the buffet of food and smacks your thigh with a grumble. You refuse to speak to him for the rest of the night even when he undresses and washes you. Making crude comments like how he can’t wait to breed your human body full of his offsprings. Sukana who doesn’t have the time for your refusal to talk to him for he has a kingdom to run, so he drops you off to a group of naked, pierced women who he calls his harem. He gently pushes you into one of the tall women before telling her to take care of you or else.  

You can’t find it in your to be jealous of the women for being his ‘harem.’ You don’t even like Sukuna right now and the women, they’re so kind and mature that you would much rather spend your days lazing around with them than sitting on Sukuna’s lap while he laughs at his people who come to him with misfortunes.  His harem teaches you all about their lands, how sex isn’t taboo instead something they need just like oxygen is to humans. How when they fuck, they release some type of energy that’s built up in their body that causes their kind to go insane and terrorize the human realm.  

Sukuna’s harem who are utterly obsessed with how small you are compared to them. They used to spend their days lying around on rich cushions and blankets waiting for Sukuna but even they got bored of him—if it were up to them, they’d lock him in their room and never let him out. His harem who was supposed to be teaching you more about their king but instead chose to spend their days lazily eating you out with their long-forked tongues and fucking you dumb with their big fingers. They make you suckle their breasts and grind on their faces. They’re so gentle after, hissing at each other when one speaks too loudly after you had fallen asleep, washing your body clean, wrapping you in the softest blankets to carry you back over to your room with Sukuna. Some days they happen to catch Sukuna in his room, and they smirk and giggle when they see his jealous face. They take it as the highest compliment their queen has decided to lie with them before the king.  

Incubus king!Sukuna who feels the mating bond grow stronger with every second you're in his castle. He feels himself shifting. He unable to stay away for long periods of time. He forces you to bathe with him before making you sit on his throne with him while he talks to irrelevant people, his hard cock jumping every time you move. You want to get away, moaning and grumbling how his you want to go play with his harem, it’s uncomfortable sitting on muscular thighs for hours while listening to him talk in several languages you don’t understand to people you don’t know. Sukuna who hisses and grumbles at you before going back to his subjects who kneel at the bottom of his obsidian throne.  

 Throughout the week you can’t help but get hornier and hornier until your unable to walk without liquids dripping down your thighs and wetting your skirts. Despite Sukuna's harem playing with you can’t help but plead and cry for him. You barely know the man but your body aches for him, for his cock, his bond. Sukuna who finally comes to see you one day. Who picks you up to set you up top of the cushions so you can watch him fuck his harem. He does everything he could think to the women, he wants to see what makes you twitch and ache and cry. By the time he’s done—hours later—you’re in a puddle of slick panting and crying how you want him. He doesn’t take you though, he can smell that you aren’t ready for him just yet, and he can’t risk injuring his mate who he’s searched for centuries. He won’t allow himself to bring you any harm, so he just holds you in his lap and makes his harem play with you until you pass out. 

Sukuna whose balls deep in one of his women when he sniffs that air and smells the scent change in you. The women he’s fucking laughs when he yanks himself out of her and goes to you. He picks you up from the drenched cushion you're sitting on. You wrap your arms around his neck and sob and the feeling of his body. You try to wrap your legs around his huge frame but you’re too tired, so they just hang as he walks you back to your room, your thighs rubbing against his cock. Sukuna lays you down on the huge bed before ripping your silky dress and ding his head in between your legs. He brings you to several orgasm, but his mouth and forked tongue isn't what you want. You want his cock. You want him to fuck you pregnant while he bites you and claims you as his. You scream and kick and pull and at the pair of horns on top his head, but he just shushes you before going back to eating you out.  

Sukuna finally deems you ready to take his cock but before he kisses and drags his teeth all over your body. He suckles at your breast, commenting on how you’ll be feeding him with said breasts soon. You cry out when he finally turns you ass up. You don’t even think about how much bigger he is than you, how his cock might not fit inside. Sukuna pushes your head into the blankets, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it over your pussy. You scream at him, but he ignores you enjoying the sight of your pussy against his too big cock. When he finally pushes into you scream into the pillow. You scream for more, for him to slow down, for him to breed you, for him to fuck you harder, for him to stop and let you catch a break. He’s too out of it to listen. He never knew what it would feel like to claim a mate but this? If he had any doubt the little human underneath his wasn’t his, he didn’t now. He finally felt whole. He felt your essence flowing into him, making him stronger, more aware, if he concentrated hard enough, he could feel your emotions and hear your thoughts. He fucked your impossibly harder. 

Sukuna leans down and whispers for you to open, and let him in. You don’t understand what he's talking about until his cock shoots some warm liquids and you feel your cervix open. It hurts so good when he pushes deeper into you. You orgasm again before he releases his seed into you. The tension leaves your body at the feeling of his seed rushing to your womb. You’re about to succumb to the sleepiness before Sukuna jolts you awake saying this is just the beginning.