#MWAH MWAH MWAH ANGEL

[teddybeartoji]

i guess you could say chubby toji really is...teddybear toji :3c

HEHEHEHEHEE RIGHTT????? HE'S SOOOSO PERFECT FOR MEEE I WILL LEARN HOW TO COOK JUST FOR HIM I KNOW HE LIKES TO EAT AND WELL I LOVE TO WATCH HIM EAT OKAY AND I DO MEAN FOOD RN I NEED TO WATCH HIM DEVOURRR A BIG ASS MEAL AND THEN CUDDLE ME AFTER IT YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH HE'S MY FAVOURITE BIG BOY<333333

[notherpuppet]

Cleaned up an old comic for Ace Alastor Week 2024!

Based on a convo between my friends and I on my birthday 🥳

[triona-tribblescore]

Nightly mandatory fluffy Huskerdust doodle 😤🧡

Kneading and a massage~

[borgialucrezia]

"Lucrezia was undoubtedly the darling of the family; both Cesare and his father adored her, Rodrigo it was said ‘superlatively’. All her contemporaries agreed in describing her as singularly attractive, with a grace and joyousness that charmed everyone who met her." — Cesare Borgia: His Life and Times, Sarah Bradford (1976)

[flwrstqr]

♡ SHUT UP AND KISS ME / PARK JAY

🪽 : jay x fem!r. 𖥔 academic rivals to lovers 1000wc. 𓈃 ◌⠀⠀˖ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄

YOU'VE NEVER LIKED JAY. Ever since you two became top students, it had been a constant battle. Who could score higher on the next test? Who would get called on first in class? It didn’t matter what it was—if there was a way to compete, you and Jay would find it.

Today was no different. After a heated argument during PE, of all places, you were both punished with the oh-so-glamorous task of cleaning the locker rooms. You could still feel the frustration bubbling beneath your skin as you slammed the mop into the bucket, glaring at him across the room.

“This is your fault,” you snapped, sweeping the mop across the floor aggressively.

Jay, leaning lazily against one of the lockers, raised an eyebrow. “My fault? You're the one who started yelling in the middle of the game. Couldn’t handle losing, could you?”

“I didn’t lose! You just—” You groaned, running a hand through your hair. “You know what? I don’t care. Just clean so we can get out of here.”

He didn’t move. Instead, he crossed his arms and gave you that signature smirk that made your blood boil. “Why do you always have to be so competitive?”

You froze for a second, glaring at him. “Excuse me? You’re literally the definition of competitive.”

He shrugged, the movement slow and almost infuriatingly casual. “Maybe. But at least I’m good at it.”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

There was that look in his eyes again—the one that said he enjoyed riling you up. And of course, it was working.

You stomped over to him, the mop clattering to the floor behind you. “You think you’re so much better than me just because you’re good at—”

Jay cut you off with a laugh, leaning in just enough that you could smell the faint cologne mixed with the sweat from earlier. “You know, you get really worked up about this. It’s almost cute.”

Your jaw clenched. Cute? The nerve of him.

And then something snapped in you. Maybe it was the months, no, years of pent-up frustration. Maybe it was the way he was looking at you like he knew exactly how to push your buttons. Maybe it was the damn tie hanging loosely around his neck that gave you an idea.

Without thinking, your hand shot out and grabbed his tie, yanking him closer until his mouth stopped moving. His eyes widened, the smirk dropping as he stumbled forward, bracing his hands against the locker behind you. The sudden closeness made your heart race, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the fact that he was finally silent.

“You talk too much,” you muttered, still holding onto his tie, fingers curled around the fabric.

For a second, Jay didn’t move. He was staring down at you, mouth parted slightly in shock, his breath coming a little faster now that you were only inches apart. The usual cocky attitude was gone, replaced with something else—something you weren’t quite sure how to interpret.

And then, in a split second, something shifted in his expression. The surprise melting away as his lips curled up ever so slightly. His hand came up to rest over yours, holding his tie.

“Maybe you should do something about it then,” he said softly, the challenge clear in his voice.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. What was happening? This was Jay. The same guy who drove you insane with his constant need to outdo you. The same guy who always had something snarky to say, always one-upping you.

But right now, none of that seemed to matter.

Before you could stop yourself—before you could even think it through—you pulled him down, crashing your lips against his.

For a moment, everything went silent. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears, the feeling of his lips moving against yours, the faint taste of the mint gum he always chewed. Jay responded immediately, kissing you back with an intensity that made your knees weak.

He pulled away, just enough to breathe, but kept his forehead resting against yours. His hand still held yours, like he wasn’t ready to let go.

“Well,” he breathed, his voice rougher than usual, “that’s one way to shut me up.”

You rolled your eyes, though your pulse was still racing. “You’re still talking.”

Jay chuckled, his breath warm against your lips as he leaned in again, this time kissing you, like he was savoring the moment.

When he pulled back, his smirk was back, “I guess I lost this time, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, finally letting go of his tie. “Maybe just this once.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Trust me, I won’t,” you shot back, though there was no bite to your words this time. Instead, you found yourself looking up at him.

Maybe this whole rivalry wasn’t what you thought it was. Maybe all the tension, all the arguments… maybe it had been leading to this all along.

[sugar1nme]

so true ୨♡୧

[puppppppppy]

(guy who has never played cotl) haha au time

[rodolfoparras]

SO I JUST GOT OUT OF THE FNAF MOVIE

mike is Most definitely a man who whimpers

he buries his head into the pillow, soft sobbing because he hasn't felt this good in so long while you softly stroke his cock and/or finger him while whispering praises into his ear

-🌷

Ok but hear me out…

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up with his mouth and will only ever shut up once you shove your cock down his throat, forcing him to keep you inside his mouth for as long as possible, til his jaw aches, throat burns and there’s a puddle of drool on the floor. Another way to shut him up is to grip his throat while he rides your cock, you’ll watch the stubbornness bled away from his eyes and get replaced with desperation as he furiously taps at your thigh.

Brat!mike who likes it rough, whether it be having little to no prep, blowjobs that will have tears spilling down his cheeks and face turning visibly red or til it feels like he’s being speared onto your dick, will even let you put mascara and lipstick on him just so that he can visibly see how you’ve ruined him

Brat!Mike who’ll prevent any noises from escaping his lips as you’re fucking him. Even with ropes of cum painted all over his stomach and hole all puffy and red he still won’t tell you how good you’re making him feel. You can even have him tied up while holding a vibrator against his dick and he’ll still manage to stay silent as a mouse, which only manages to drive you crazy

Brat! Mike who’ll purposely stop while in the middle of giving you a blow job or while riding you just to tease, only for you to yank at his hair or hips and shove him back down onto your dick

Brat!mike who loves to rile you up just so that you can have heated make up sex, will even go as far as to moan the name of someone else while you got your fingers or cock buried inside him, wont stop with his little act til you’ve fucked him so dumb he can no longer speak or think

Brat!mike who’s alright with being denied orgasms but loses his mind at being denied a kiss, you’ll have him whining and whimpering within seconds to put your lips on his.

[angelicblondie]

late nights

bf!luke x angel!reader ೀ⋆⑅˚

after spending almost every day with luke for years, some might think by now you'd be sick of each other. whether it was training, bonfires, swimming in the lake, hikes - you two were inseparable, even before you started dating.

so when people ask you if your tired of being around luke, you jokingly respond yes, but in truth, you could never be.

like in moments such as the present, where the lights are off in the hermes cabin and you and luke are under his sheets, kissing - which you had been doing for the last hour.

just as much as you could never get sick of luke, you could never get sick of his kisses.

even though as head of cabin luke had the biggest bed just like you, it was still considered small - the only real feat being it was not a bunk like the others. this causes you two to be pushed close, feeling the warmth of the others body, almost being able to hear their heartbeat.

this wasnt the first time you had snuck into lukes bed, and it certainly wouldnt be the last. underneath his sheets, it was much darker then it was in the actual room - causing you two to occasionally bonk heads or miss lips, ending up in hushed laughs and murmured curses.

your hands trailed his body, slithering up his shirt and gripping onto his biceps. his did the same, squeezing your waist to pull you closer and grabbing your ass (which he couldn't do without smirking into your lips). something about being in complete darkness due to the blankets, hidden from the rest of his siblings, made it easier for the the two of you to raunchily connect, but it was still just as exciting.

your hands cup his jaw before sliding up to his hair, threading you fingers through the strands and balling it up in your fist, gripping it lightly, yet still firmly.

luke quietly groans against your lips before pulling you even closer, messily moving his affection down you neck, sucking and licking every crevice he could feel. the feeling of his sloppy yet affectionate kisses had you biting your lip, pulling harder on his raven, curly hair.

you suddenly feel the light thwack of a pillow against your blanketed body, and lukes lips pausing their attack.

"keep it pg in there, lovebirds," the mumbled voice of a tired chris comes out, and the chuckle of travis stoll, since they were the only two who were still awake.

you don't need to be able to see to know that luke had rolled his eyes.

"alright, pipe down rodriguez," luke replies with light annoyance, but also with amusement. you giggle and bit, sitting up a smidge so that the light of the moon shining through the windows peaks into yours and lukes self made "fort" (if you could even call it that). you bend down and place a gentle kiss on his lips, before pulling away, pushing the blankets off of both your heads. luke doesn't make a noise, but he internally groans and closes his eyes in defeat, obviously displeased by the interruption. in response, you bite your lip to hold back a blinding smile, then shove his shoulder lightly.

"you're a dork," you mouth to him with a soft smile.

he pushes himself up so your face to face, and up close you could see his moon lit eyes held a gleam of mischief, fitting for the son of hermes.

"m'your dork though, angel." he whispers, pecking your lips before wrapping his arms around you waist to pull you down against the mattress, backing into the blankets, and straight to a peaceful, dreamless, sleep.

[kvothes]

✨CHAPTER THIRTEEN✨

“It seems that I’ll never stop fighting to return to your side,” Cas says, almost apologetically.

the final chapter of my deancas fix-it fic. we’ve broken 60k words and it’s time to fucking party. happy angel of thursday thursday, and do enjoy, and ily all!

[teddybeartoji]

im gonna....im gonna send a FEW BC OTHERWISE ID END UP SENDIN THE ENTIRE LIST <333

👀 eagerly await updates from you every day 💖 adore literally everything you write 🥵 your smut scenes make me die of thirst (jerkin off as we speak) 🍓 your fluff scenes always make me feel pleasantly blissful 🎀 you describe tender, soft intimacy wonderfully (!!!!! LITTERALLYYYY) ⭐️ everything you write draws me in immediately 🧸 often go back to your old stories to re-read them (i reread the meat-eating post with toji and sukuna like 6 times a week.....) 💧 there were times when I cried reading your stories (fluffy writing makes me cry and ur writing makes me feel things in my heart i cant help it) 🎬 love to imagine your stories as if I was watching a movie (i always get out the popcorn for my mental movies :333)

LUNNIEEEEEEEEE:(((((((((((((((((((( I'M GONNA COMBUSTTT I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING MUCHHH OH MY GODDDDD YOU INSPIRE ME SO MUCH SO I TRULY DON'T KNOW WHERE I'D BE WITHOUT YOU TBH I'M SO GLAD WE'VE MET AND I'M SO GLAD WE'RE FRIENDS:(((((((((((((((((((( ILY ILYILYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

praise me love me

[notherpuppet]

Scenario inspired by this tweet

[triona-tribblescore]

Liked this little warm-up doodle, drawing him peeved is kinda fun 😔✨(this was on his 15 min break)

[borgialucrezia]

"Madonna Lucrezia [Borgia] is the most intelligent and lovely, also exceedingly gracious lady. [...] She is very beautiful, but her charm of manner is still more striking. In short, her character is such that it is impossible to suspect anything “sinister” of her." — Ferrarese envoy Gian Luca Pozzi

[ahollowgrave]

-- all saints' wake.

[evidenceof]

me when i say idgaf