#I WANNA EAT THIS UP

[chloesimaginationthings]

I can’t wait to see mangle in the FNAF 2 movie,,

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[fluffylino]

minho helps you let out your pent-up emotions

-contains mature themes

"you've been having an attitude since morning" minho hissed out, hips brutally thrusting into you.

"that isn't your p-problem" you practically shouted. body squirming from how much he had edged you.

minho's face morphing into an annoyed expression. your stomach doing flips when he shot you a glare.

you didn't mean to shout. he had unknowingly hit that spongey spot inside of you.

saying sorry was too late now. you had your pride. yet you were still scared of how he'd react.

"it is my fucking problem" he answered back, sitting on his haunches.

"if you're in pain. im in pain"

staring down at you. lazily thrusting inside of your sopping heat.

"start talking" you threw your head to the side.

whenever you got like this he'd make you open up. you were the type to keep things to yourself.

and minho knew about it.

you had even asked him to help you talk more about your feelings. why you had gotten so worked up. and snapped at him when he asked if you wanted to watch a movie with him.

"no..." you mumbled, eyes watering. he sighed, pushing his hair back.

"fine. be that way"

"i'll just fuck it out of you"

stifling your moans against your arm when he used all his strength to rail you. his hand roughly pulling your arm that was covering you mouth.

"m-minho" you mumbled, trying to look at him. but he ignored you. choosing to keep his eyes fixed on where he entered your cunt.

"minnie"

tears welling up in your eyes. a few slipping out. why wouldn't he look at you.

you deserved to be treated like this. he didn't deserve to be the brunt of your outburst.

his fingers reaching up to hold your waist. making you meet his thrusts. you felt like all your pent up emotions were letting loose. thighs trembling.

his eyes finally meeting yours.

he cooed.

"there we go..." a feeling of accomplishment in his tone. you were crying. broken sentences.

"n-not studied...exam"

he understood. humming in response. exams were in a month and you were stressed. you'd kept procrastinating until finally you were pacing.

it was all your fault. minho seemed to notice how you fell into a dark place.

choosing to ask you. yet you yelled at him. you didn't mean to hurt him. it was all a mistake.

"what do you have to say to me?" he whispered, just for you to hear.

"m'sorry. i didn't mean to be rude.."

"no more thinking now kitten. im here" you sniffled. feeling much better after he accepted your apology.

whining as he pulled out completely.

"get on top" he instructed, sitting upright. successfully pulling your limp body on him. gently lifting you up and sliding right back in.

"always so tight for me" he moaned out. you grinded down on him. letting out little noises as he made you ride him. hands firmly holding your waist.

lips kissing up your neck and gradually going lower. until he mouthed at your tits. sticking his tongue out playfully to toy at them. eyes locked onto yours with a flirty glimmer in them.

"h-hurts" you mumbled, thighs aching. you tried though to keep your composure. how could you let him do all the hard work.

instantly his hands slid down, kneading at your thighs. easing out your tense muscles.

"relax for me" he said in a hushed tone. practically melting against him. his dick still in you.

"let me take care of you princess"

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[jinikaris]

dominATE world tour

↪ hongkong d-2 // 250119 ©

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

riding hamzahs thigh... 😛

distraction

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Hamzah teaches you a lesson for being needy...

warnings: smut!! kinda mean!hamzah, reader is a needy hoe prob bad grammar LOL

You stood at the door way of Hamzahs room. He was currently editing a video, his face almost buried in the computer screen. It'd been hours since he had emerged from his cave. Hamzah had been real focused on editing videos lately. He would stay up late and wake up late, the cycle repeating. He hadn't touched you in 3 days, excluding the occasional kisses here and there.

So, you decided to grab his attention. You walked over to Hamzahs chair and stood on the side of it. His glasses reflected the computer screen, snippets of him and Martin playing over and over. "Hamzah." you said, maybe speaking to him would make him look at you. All he did was "hm" in response. You narrowed your eyes down at him. "Lets go to bed, its late." Hamzahs eyes were still focused on his god forsaken computer. This time, he muttered an "mhm." It was then that you realized you'd have to up your game to grab his attention.

You walked behind his chair and put your hands on his shoulders. "Its been days since you touched me, y'know. Don't you miss me?" Hamzah stopped messing with his computer for a second...and then went back to doing so. He simply nodded. You traced your fingers slowly around his neck. Despite his intense focus, Hamzah couldn't help but shiver at your touch. You could feel his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard. Despite his skin tingling from you, he couldnt pull his eyes away from the screen.

"C'mon baby, lets go to sleep" you said as you pressed a kiss onto Hamzahs neck. He inhaked sharply at the sensation of your lips on his skin. He could feel his own despire beginning to spark. But he pushed it down, his focus never wavering from the task at hand. His big hands continued flying over the keyboard. You began feeling frustrated. Usually, Hamzah was desperate for you, kissing you and touching you. Now, you were the one desperate for him.

You traced your mouth back up and softly bit his ear. Hamzah jumped slightly at the sudden sensation. His fingers fumbled over the keyboard, the cursor blinking as he messed up the timeline of the video. You pulled your face away from his neck and stepped back. Hamzah slammed his hand down on the desk. He spun his chair around to face you, his eyes darkened by irritation and frustration. "You are so fuckin' needy, you know that? You expect me to drop everything I'm doing to give you some attention, huh?"

You stood there with your hands behind your back. In all honesty, you felt bad for messing up his editing of the video. Yet, you couldn't help but feel your stomach turn at his intense gaze and sharp tone. Hamzah could see the desire in your eyes, the way your breath quickened slightly. He scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "No fuckin' way...you're getting off on me being pissed at you?" he asked, looking up at you.

All you could do was stand there, feeling like a bad dog. He let out a harsh chuckle and crossed his arms. "Fine. If youre so fuckin' needy, go ahead and get yourself off then" he said, turning around back to his computer. "W-what do you mean?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky as you were scared to piss him off further. Then you'd really be in trouble. Hamzah turned back around, an annoyed look on his face. He let out a sigh and pat his thigh, gesturing for you to come sit.

You obliged and perched yourself on his thigh, your face meeting his. You waited for him to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer, but it never came. So instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck to balance yourself as you sat atop of his thigh. He continued to work on his laptop, but now at a slower pace.

You couldnt seem to pull your eyes away from his concentrated face. The way his big eyes were so focused, the way his eyebrows were furrowed, the way his plump lips were locked in a pout. Hamzah glanced at you and sighed. "I told you to take care of yourself, didn't I? I dont got all day to sit here and watch you mope around like a needy fuckin' slut" he said, his eyes going back to being fixed on the computer. You whimpered at his harsh words. Hamzah wasn't usually irritated like this, especially not with you.

But in this moment, he was just so sexy, so dominant. You couldn't help but begin to move back and forth slightly on his thigh. You were only wearing a pair of thin shorts, a t-shirt and panties. It didn't take much for your touch deprived body to feel friction. Hamzah gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore the way you were grinding on him. He could feel himself slipping into your lustful whims, but he refused to let you distract him further. His fingers continued to type away at the keyboard.

You turned your head to the side, almost behind you, to watch his hands work. The same hands that gripped your body like dough, the same hands that would be around your neck at this time of night. You sighed softly, your pussy fluttering at the memory of his fingers toying with you. Hamzah glanced up briefly, catching your wistful sigh. He then averted his gaze back to his computer. You continued to grind back and forth, your speed increasing a bit with each passing moment.

You pulled your left arm away from his neck to lift up your shirt, your tits bouncing out. Hamzah flicked his gaze up to you. He could feel his pants tighten at the tantalizing sight of your breasts. But he quickly focused his attention back to editing, his jaw clenched as he willed himself to focus. You slid your hand off of his neck and let it play with your tit as you rode Hamzahs thigh with greater force.

You put your other hand back against the desk, your thighs gripping onto his as you held yourself up. You pulled your shorts and panties to the side, a slimy string of wetness connecting them. Hamzah glanced down and almost moaned. His cock was twitching in his pants, the sight of his girl reduced to a desperate whore nearly too much for him to handle. You rubbed your pussy hard against his thigh. He was wearing grey sweatpants, so not only could you see his bulge but also the trail you were leaving. You couldn't tell which one turned you on more.

As your grounded and rubbed yourself against Hamzah, you tried to replicate the feeling of his mouth by spitting on your tits. You rubbed your own saliva on your nipples, making them pebble impossibly harder against the cool air. Your mouth fell open, soft sighs and moans spilling out. Your eyes darted back and forth from Hamzahs face to his dick, the sights damn near bringing you to tears. His resolve was crumbling with each sound that came out of your mouth. "Please. Please touch me, Hamzah. I promise I'll be good-"

Hamzahs concentration finally shattered at the sound of his name falling desperately from your lips. He grabbed you by your hips and threw you onto the bed. He stood up from his chair and loomed over you. "Tell me what you want" he said, looking down at you with reluctant desire. "Need you, baby. Please" you begged, spreading your legs open. Hamzah stared down at your messy folds. Your pussy was soaked and he hadn't even touched you, not in days. He began untying his sweatpants, his gaze never tearing away from your pussy.

"You better make this worth my time."

(RAAAH this was my first time writing for hamzah hope u guys like :3)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

we been here before move along now

[hoofpeet]

I don't know what you call this . phobia or whatever? but like. Fairly strong stomach for everything else. but bits of leftover food--> Most viscerally disgusting thing imaginable

[gravedigg]

hi. do you see my vision?

[bunnieswithknives]

Spent the last billion hours inventing fictional foods and brands for my OCs to enjoy

[hoejosatoru]

A few random Bachira nsfw hcs while I work on a longer fic for him <3

💛Bachira is down to try literally anything. Even if you guys end up not being into it in the end, trying new things is so fun to him. Lovesss when you bring new ideas to the table. Will make you tell him specifically what you want bc he loves how you blush when you say filthy things. “Gotta use your words, pretty, wanna know exactly how to make you feel good.”

💛Obsessed with making you squirt. Like does not consider sexy over until you’ve done. Literally nothing is hotter to him than when you’ve soaked him in your release. Doesn’t matter if it’s all over his face from eating you out or on his abs and thighs from fucking, he’s so turned on by it. “Look at you soaking me baby, I made you feel so good, huh?”

💛Speaking of, Bachira loves making a mess. He’s not afraid to get down and dirty. Spits on your pussy before eating you out like a starved man. Juices dripping down his chin and on the sheets. Loves to cum on your tummy/tits. Will also cum in you and watch it leak out a lil before fucking it back it. “Fuck, look at you so filthy f’me.”

💛A yapper during sex. Whatever comes to mind, he’s saying. Mostly it’s about how hot you look or how good you pussy feels. Has not filter, so it can be crude, but it’s still hot. Will also just moan shamelessly. He definitely whimpers too, like he does not give a fuck. “Pussy fucking squeezing me so good, y/n. Fuck I might blow a load right now.”

💛Bachira definitely has a submissive streak. This is is when the whimpering really comes out. Loves to be praised, specifically good boy. The first time you called him that he came instantly. Thinks it’s super sexy when you take control and idc he’s called you mommy a few times when he’s gotten really into it. “Please touch me mommy, I wanna be good for you.”

[deerspherestudios]

DAY 3 HELLO??? IT WAS SO GOOD IM LEVITATING ‼️‼️

In all seriousness, you did such a good job, I'm so blown away with how incredible it was! The way Mychael's character has been depicted as we go through the days is only making me like him more, he clearly has history and darker undertones that we were really able to take a peek at and the slow burn of it all only makes me excited to continue following future updates. Thank you for making this game and sharing your talent with us! 🩷

��️❤️❤️!!

[starscreamingg]

Okay I'm so sleep deprived so pardon whatever this is but something that's got me FUCKED up about ai generated pictures songs writing is that it just fucking kills the ability to analyse for me because there's no fucking INTENTION behind it. Like why was this decision made why were these colours used what does that say about the work NOTHING because a bunch of programming took work that DID have intent and theme and purposeful choices and turned it into SLOP. Like I COULD analyse this but it doesn't MEAN anything it's EMPTY I want to EXPLODEEE

[parasolladyansy]

Hi! First of all, I wanted to say thank you for sharing your art!! I love all your works (including DXP rewrite and Hero of Bombs!) and your art style is very lovely!

I have a question about Hero of Bombs: what are their favorite food?? Seeing the Yiga clan member dying inside for not eating banana (that was funny af btw lol) made me wonder which are the 3 protagonists favorite food in Hyrule.

Thanks and have a nice day!!

HoB Isekai-ed Artist - Favorites

I’m so glad you asked this - it’s been in my mind for a little while! ^p^ TotK has a LOT of great foods, so it was hard to pick (especially for Ingo). The way I figured it was “what meal / dessert would they ask for their birthday?”

Ingo (& Emmet) strikes me as someone who doesn’t eats very much, but what food he does eat, he cares about (not picky, more of a quality > quantity). Thin-crust Hylian Tomato Pizza is definitely up there - I just felt like something like Seafood Meunière is more special to him. Also NY cheesecake.

Link will eat just about everything, but I kept gravitating towards the more rustic meals for him. So many of his incarnations liked pumpkin, so a Meat-Stuffed Pumpkin sounded good, followed by a sweet Hot Buttered Apple.

Curry Rice is one of my favorite foods ever - like I will lick the plate when I make it at home lol. Meanwhile, anything with whipped cream & fruit is a winner. 🍰✨

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[nothingbizzare]

Just some kid and his hamsters

[yuwuta]

half of these tiktok relationship/break up/whatever pranks would not work on most of the jjk boys, but nanami is esp funny because he just becomes immune to it. you tell him you two should break up and he just sighs and nods, continues making dinner even as you flutter around him and try to start a fake argument. “kento, hello? i’m saying we’re finished!” and he just hums, and chops the vegetables, “that’s nice, dear. did you want red or yellow peppers this time?”