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[munybagd]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

i am going to fuck him … i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )

no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4

[r0sie-bun]

Leaked Volume 19 omake (?)

(I’m trying to get better at Fujimoto’s style lol)

[mesooph]

boom!

[wombrion]

1) your art is phenomenal and marshmallowy it makes my day when you post!

2) I’m unsure if you are still taking request but if you are in a dilly dallying mood I would <3 to see some of the Chainsaw man characters in your style? I feel like your shape language would translate onto their design really well🤎🤎

you fool............i drew em a zillion years ago

[serotonin-dose]

Time for an All Out Attack!

[entirepeepeeman]

GOD i miss them

[ddenji]

Damn Girl. Something Aint Right With You…

[pulksten-blog]

:D

[retroaria]

boom! anotha one! i told you guys i’m on the come up 💋

NSFW MDNI aged up 18+ if necessary

`౨ৎ~ `౨ৎ~ `౨ৎ~ `౨ৎ~ `౨ৎ~ `౨ৎ~ `౨ৎ~ `౨ৎ~ `౨ৎ~ `౨ৎ~

men who toy with you through your panties, rubbing the soft fabric along your clit, leaving it as a barrier between your cunt and the vibrator at the highest setting. rutting his cock against you, prodding his leaking tip at your entrance. all that just so he can see your panties absolutely soaked, your arousal oozing out of the fabric when he pushes down on them. he can’t get enough of the heat and wetness against his length, has to stop himself from cumming as he slides up and down against you. btw, he’s not letting either of you cum during this. the vibrator connecting and retreating from between your legs in intervals at his will, he’s doing everything he can to get the both of you as worked up as possible. doesn’t stop until he’s had his fill and deems your cunt wet and eager enough to take him. finally sliding your panties off and placing them on the nightstand. god only knows what he’ll do with those later.

GOJO SATORU?!?!?!?!, geto (sure, yeah), MICHAEL FUCKING KAISER (though i don’t see him as a pantie thief), AKI HAYAKAWA, bachira meguru (more so to edge himself than you, would let you cum), + anyone else you think fits this ❤️

[yuutaguro]

style experiment w/ aki 💙

[sssuper368]

GON!

[munybagd]

NEW POST FROM @sunnnypng

damn you .. i was thinking too much and got an idea . the vibe is like her by tyler, the creator. reader is early 20's ( NONCON ) side note im writing this high > :]

banner from @/cafekitsune

thoughts of you filled up in his head. he was hard.. no fuck hard, that was an understatement he was throbbing - his cock throbbed through his pj's as he scrolled through pictures of you. mmm - you and those curves, how did he get those pictures ? nobody knows but what we do know is that he jerks off to them.

" shit, why ? " he asked himself, he felt disgusted in himself but oddly enough he couldn't stop. while you had no idea this was going on, every time you saw him around the office he would drop his head in guilt. ‘ i wonder if he doing alright .. ’ was your thought every time you saw him. you started to think that you might have done something wrong and to him you did. how he felt was all your fault — was it really ? of course not but because he had this hard-on whenever he saw you it started to become your fault.

“ hi, sir ! i have your finalized contracts ! ” your smile, your voice, and your body — his holy trinity was right in front of him “ thank you, sweet girl … could you put them away for me ? ” you smiled, walking around his desk to he locked files box. “ i can’t help but notice you’re struggling .. here i’ll help you ” he squeezed behind you to help you put it in the right container. ‘ i blame you for this .. oh gosh i can’t right now — not right now ‘ he told himself as he started to grow. “ sir ? is that — ” you were cut off by his hand over your mouth, “ i’m sorry i didn’t mean for this to happen … i’ve been having inappropriate thoughts about you — thoughts that are so bad i can’t even say them .. oh gosh the things i wanna do to you right here right now but i can’t because i dont wanna get caught but at the moment i dont care about getting caught all i care for is to see how nice your cunt feels. i went stalking and found some absolutely stunning photos of you that made me think, wow, i could do a lot of things to you — i could eat - gosh, your flesh, mm your flesh, or maybe i could sneak into your apartment late at night and fuck you in your sleep .. ”

you froze at his heavy breathing “ i know y/n i’m a vulgar man i know and im sorry but please stay right here for a bit longer ” too afraid to move you stood there as he slowly started to move his clothed cock on your ass. “ i’m a pervert , whenever you bend over to put files away i look under your skirt to see what panties you have on .. ”

his fingers slid under your skirt as you begged him to stop but your words fell on deaf ears — “ i know saying sorry won’t cut it .. oh gosh please forgive me ” his cold fingers were now playing with your cunt as he placed kisses on your neck. you felt dirty but the way his fingers brushed against your clit had you biting your lip “ let it out little one ” his voice was so soothing ‘ gosh i hate him ’.

[r0sie-bun]

“Children are their parents’ property, no?”

[storekn1fe]

drawing them before they die next chapter <3

[belovedivies]

the ending season (soft! makima x f!reader)

summary: In your shared bedroom one early rainy morning, Makima reflected on her feelings for you.

tags: fluff, possessive behaviors, soft makima, implied sexual content, implied breeding kink, dom makima, established relationship, minor character study, minor spoiler for makima's character (??), violent thoughts (cuz it's makima :3), one shot.

word count: 1,321 title is inspired by a mamerico song called kirari futari <3 also cross-posted on my ao3.

For all centuries of her existence, Makima was far from perfection.

She's not the strongest devil. She's still at beck and call of Japan's government. Even in a rare moment where her carefully crafted façade slipped by just a fraction to reveal a lonely, love-starved woman behind it all... that disgusted her too.

Makima had many pets. Human, to be exact, though none of their rights or feelings mattered the second she wrapped a collar around their necks and put them on a leash. Promises of sweet rewards were never fulfilled; none of them ever made it out alive at the end anyway. The redhead grew bored of her man playthings as time passed, so she spiced things up for her enjoyment by adding a girl to the mix.

A girl who happened to be you.

And for centuries of her existence, never once had Makima thought you would have this much effect on her. The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you carried yourself. All laced with incredible warmth and gentleness—feelings that she thought a monster like her wasn’t privy to. Yet, at this moment, lying underneath the soft blanket with you curled up on her chest as a storm rages outside the window, some part of Makima grappled with this strange fuzzy feeling inside her long-dead heart.

The almighty Control Devil couldn't be soft; her so-called benevolence towards humanity didn't extend that direction. Makima played her part well for many years, being the compliant subordinate whom the higher-ups called for and the unfeeling leader whose presence most devil hunters deliberately avoided. Then why? Why did it only take for one simple girl to—

"Makima..."

You stirred in your sleep and the redhead's train of thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

Outside, lightning flashes, thunder crashing loud enough to shake the windows. Your place was small and cozy, but ultimately not a very ideal home for the upcoming stormy September. Makima made a mental note to contact the movers soon—you'd be better off at her villa, with her by your side.

(Where we both belonged.)

Possessiveness was a part of the woman's nature, a selfish desire to obtain what was rightfully hers. She knew this well during her intense search for Chainsaw Man. Lies, manipulation, and violence became somewhat of a routine she wouldn't shake off.

She couldn't.

But she wanted to, for you.

Makima looked at you. Like really, really looked at you and took in everything. In the near pitch blackness of your bedroom with the faint, flicking lamp on the nightstand as the only source of light, you were all she saw. You and your messy bedhead, with little locks of hair that spread out over the pillow like a halo. You and that little bit of drool that was pooling at the corner of your mouth. Your breath, so shallow it was also non-existent with the storm raging in the background. Vulnerability never looked so good on anyone as it did you.

You were warm, you were perfect. She wanted to kill you sometimes.

You were lying two centimeters away from the redhead at most, so what's stopping her from reaching over and wrapping her hands around your neck? Human was a fragile kind with an even more fragile lifespan. No matter how much they tried to squeal with grand, over-the-top gestures, it wouldn't change the fact that they were just... that. A forgettable and insignificant existence in the scheme of things. 

Her hands shifted underneath the blanket from where they were resting over the curve of your waist.

You were really warm.

And suddenly, she didn't want to move a single muscle anymore.

(This could wait until tomorrow.)

She said that yesterday too. And the day before that, and before that, and way before she could be bothered to recall. You were a threat to her authority from the day Makima let you stay in her bed and embrace her a second longer. Maybe she only had herself to blame for letting her guard down and allowing things to go this far. It’s not just a bad movie that the Control Devil could simply turn off and walk away from. No, you were now a constant presence in her life. A presence she didn’t want to get rid of. Why, she asked herself again.

Maybe it’s because you’re cute, and definitely too naive for your own good. Makima was amused at the number of times she walked home, covered in blood and you would still run up to the door to kiss her cheek and tell her dinner was ready. There’s a warm bath too, and that tiramisu she liked so much for dessert. You added a small twist of cinnamon to her recipe; she didn’t dislike it. 

A silly girl, but a good girl nonetheless. 

Her good girl.

Makima’s arms tightened themselves around your waist at the thought. Not quite pushing you closer, just… securing her hold on you. This blanket wasn’t thick enough, and the cold might make you squirm away from her touch. Or just her in general.

After all, these hands weren’t built to be gentle. 

They choked, they killed, they settled fates, and destroyed lives in a flash. She could wash the gore off in a public bathroom later, paying no attention to the lingering stench of alcohol and cigarettes in the surroundings. Makima’s thoughts would trail back to your smiling face as she dried her hands off and readjusted her trenchcoat. She wondered if you knew about her job, her identity, and the things she had done for a better world. It was always those same adoring eyes that greeted her once she got back like she hung the moon and stars. She would catch Chainsaw Man eventually. One fight, then a lifetime of utopian. 

It would be a picture-perfect future that the woman knew you fit in just fine. 

An eternity to come with you beside her. Maybe even under, on top, in the bedroom, the kitchen, and the couch. You would moan her sweet name so sweetly as she pounded away at your sweet little cunt. Oh, she would definitely get you pregnant, heavy with her powerful children. It was a family Makima had dreamt of for so long, and she would make it a reality. Soon, when you were ready for her.

Another flash of thunder ripped through the gloomy early sky. This time, it was you who snuggled further into her chest and let out a mewl that did that weird thing to her heart. You finally woke up, it seemed. 

“Morning~” her little angel yawned with a smile, pulling away just enough as the bruising grip she still had on your waist allowed you to stretch your shoulders. It never really occurred to Makima how readily you basked in her borderline suffocating attention. “How did you sleep, my love?”

Love.

The corner of your girlfriend’s lips curled up into a half-smile. One of her hands left your midriff to bring yours to her face, pressing soft, worshipful kisses on your knuckles. Oh, she’s in love with you alright, and whatever the fuck you were doing to Makima, it was genuinely changing her life. “Best sleep I’ve ever had.”

The redhead hummed against the soft skin of your palm, nuzzling her cheek into it. You did this. You and your gentle loving melted down the walls surrounding her heart. A foreign territory that terrified just as much as it captivated Makima. But for you…

Yes, you. 

She was loved, and she wanted to learn how to love you in return. Even if the attempt was clumsy, even if her bad habits were sure to resurface and become an obstacle.

Even if she got hurt.

“Say, baby girl…” Makima’s voice dropped to a low whisper. “Since the storm doesn’t seem to let up anytime soon…

care for some breakfast in bed?” 

[dystopeyes]

chainsaw fam