#OHHH THIS ONE.

[m1stm3]

mdni!! :p

cw’s!!: drug usage, coercion (kinda?? ur both high and he kinda pushes u to get high so idk), dacryphilia, andddd dubcon (once again, ur both high so take that as u will) ^^

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high sex w ino on the brain yummmm……

ino had been basically feeding you his cart all night, holding it up to your lips and encouraging you with soft words and dilated pupils to match his high. he was so respectful about it too, immediately pulling it away if you shook your head or looked a little too dazed for his liking.

of course, it led to you two lazily making out on the couch, all desperate touches and rolling hips and heat. he looked confused when you pulled away with an airily mischievous smile, whispering an idea in his ear that had him nodding eagerly in agreement.

and now here you were, lazily rolling your pussy over ino’s cock in the trunk of your designated drivers van, her keys tossed haphazardly in the row of seats behind the two of you. you two had given her a lazy, giggly excuse of having to look for something, over explaining yourselves to the point where she was definitely suspicious of you two but begrudgingly gave you the keys anyways.

he let out a choked moan when his head caught against your slit, his hands squeezing at the fat of your hips. he didn’t dare take his eyes off of you, his cloudy brain latching onto every twitch in your expression, every jolt of your hips.

“so pretty-” he strained, his voice cracking into a whine. you smiled hazily, watching his face carefully as you finally slipped him inside.

he looked debauched, lips falling into a small ‘o’ shape while his hips thrusted up into you, a loud whine leaving him. “so fucking wet- is that all for me?” his voice was a breathless whimper, his body only getting hotter when you nodded with a small smile, looking almost shy despite the position you were in.

he shook his head almost violently when you started moving, his fingers clamping down on your hips in an attempt to keep you still. you looked down at him, tilting your head in concern at the tears building in his eyes.

“y-you can’t, it’s too much… feels too good.” he all but sobbed out, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as you reassured him with soft coos, your voice airy from the drugs still in your system.

you continued rolling your hips after he calmed down a little, quiet whines leaving you when his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you. you involuntarily squeezed around him, your cunt gushing around his already sensitive dick while your fingers started working on your swollen clit.

he was devastatingly close, his thoughts and mouth running completely on instinct. “fuck, i can’t breathe, ‘m gonna die, i-i can’t- feels so fuckin’ good.” he sobbed, his words slurring with his tears. you squeezed around him hard, your back arching as your pussy gushed onto his lower stomach.

he came a couple of seconds after you with a loud sob. his whole body trembled while his hands pressed your hips flush to his pelvis, making you take the excessive amounts of cum he was pumping into you.

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your friend came to check on you both an hour later, groaning softly in annoyance when she saw you both passed out and cuddling in the trunk.

at least you’d had the decency to clean yourselves up.

[bethfuller]

limited perception.

find me on instagram!

[holographic-mars]

May I speak

[luck-of-the-drawings]

posted this forever ago as part of a bigger compilation BUT i think it deserves to stand on its own. i was gonna add more color BUT that didnt happen; thus it doesnt translate aswell that hes freezing the water around him. BUT now you aware and you can see it. you can see it

[jabesa0]

[wip] finished up the Halloween mammon so that one’s ready for the 31st 😈😈

In the mean time started up the next mammon🍦🍨🤍!!

[glazedcroissant]

local evil egg terrorizes small child

Speedpaint

[welcometogrouchland]

♫ I do what I want/Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun/I don't need anything from anyone ♫

(ID in Alt) you guys ever think about your own posts and get upset?? Anyway Damian Wayne I love you I'm so sorry your life is like that

[shira-ceres]

Drdttober Day 3 : Puppet

[genshin-impact-updates]

The Peaks Resound, Golden Veins Gleaming

"Hey there, Xilonen! So, about the sunglasses you made me last time... Got a couple of details I'd like to adjust, especially with the temple tip patterning... Hmm? Where'd she go? It's not even time for her lunch break yet... Hey! Xilonen! You there? C'mon, let's go over the particulars of the glasses manufacturing process again—"

—Thus exclaimed Mavuika at a high volume in front of Xilonen's workshop

◆ Xilonen

◆ Ardent Flames Forge the Soul

◆ Nanatzcayan Smith

◆ Vision: Geo

◆ Constellation: Panthera Ocelota

Xilonen's skill with the forge is renowned throughout Natlan.

Many come from far and wide to pay homage to her superb skill. Some hope to commission her to forge them weapons, while others only seek to see the visage of this great smith, such that they might have information of great interest to talk about.

But Xilonen couldn't care less about what all her customers are thinking. No matter what kind of ridiculous, fancy titles others give her, before all the honors and accolades, she is first and foremost an artisan. All she need do is refine the ore, and surely and steadfastly hammer it into its final shape one blow at a time, in accordance with the customer's requirements.

Reputation will not strengthen the blows of her hammer upon the anvil, nor will slander cool the coals of her furnace.

However, when a customer steps into her workshop, it is not the heat of the furnace that welcomes them, but rather a long form filled with blanks needing to be filled in.

"I'm happy to take the commission. But first, we need to iron out the details."

"Effective communication means efficient work. Come on, let's talk about just what you want."

[jesuistrestriste]

Calling Art ‘Artemis’ in public while out with a group of friends and he gets hard IMMEDIATELY. desperately trying to his it from the other while he whimpers from the lack of friction..

i’m literally losing it my god #ovulating (also sorry for spamming your asks all the time)

venus real as fuck.

like you’re out with art and a handful of other tennis players at some catered banquet, gathered around a table and conversing casually. neither of you really know these individuals; it’s all small-talk, and polite smiles, and laughing at the right times.

you’re sat right next to the blonde, and he’s engaged in what-seems-to-be an interesting conversation. your knee knocks his, but it doesn’t do much except make his breath catch subtly for a moment. and then he’s back to talking.

you talk with some others at the table, and then a hostess arrives with an anticipatory smile and opens her notepad. “what can i get for everyone?”

the others order, going around the circle, and then it gets to you before it gets to art.

you hum, looking over the menu of different expensive wines and luxurious dishes, and you sigh. your eyes pour over the options. your knee bumps art’s again, and he jolts slightly in his seat.

“what are you thinking, Artemis?”

everyone at the table looks to the man next to you, completely confused. artemis? no, that’s art. what’s going on?

but art knows what’s going on. he looks to you, a whine bubbling up in his throat that he has to swallow down as his cheeks tint a bright red up to his ears. his real, full name was something you were only supposed to use against him in the bedroom.

not in public. not here.

and because the only other times he’s heard it come out of your mouth have been when you were praising him or telling him he had permission to come, his cock starts to involuntarily swell in his dress pants.

he shakes his head and clears his throat as he tries to push down the nervousness and arousal that he assumes is as clear as day on his face.

“i— i don’t know yet, im still deciding,” he says to you, an embarrassed chuckle spilling forth.

you smile at him softly, innocently, and nod.

now his knee is pushing against yours under the tabletop, harder than you had tapped his minutes prior, and you know he’s silently begging for you to do something.

he shifts in his seat, basically writhing, and his breathing falters. the person sitting on the opposite side of him gives him a funny look like ‘this dude has ants in his fuckin’ pants’, but they remain oblivious to the pulsing boner art has fully popped in his clothing. poor guy.

Artemis, Artemis, Artemis.

it rings through his skull, in your voice, as he sits there and waits for you to order so that he can do the same. he wants this whole fiasco to be over so that he can excuse himself, stand up from his chair, cover the tent in the front of his pants, and wobble his way to the public bathrooms to take care of himself.

he’d curse you out if he could, but he’s too busy squirming in his seat against the hot pleasure starting to bubble in his lower abdomen. no, it’s boiling now. his shaft rubs against the inside of his boxers in the wrong way, and the smallest of noises leaves his lips.

you’re evil.

[do-deca-dangit]

"wow one and fanny am i right" WHAT ABOUT THEM. THEY MAKE ME SICK!

[slavhew]

i may not show it but im

perpetually insane about them

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[holographic-mars]

I CANT GET HIM OUT OF MY HHEAD

[narwhalsarefalling]

wait hey. i have an idea. they split someone elses quirk in half, and gave the destroying half to tenko, right?

(we know that this is chisaki because this panal is cut directly from chapter 158)

well. i think i know where the healing half went. it went to eri.

think about it- everyone said her quirk was a sudden mutation unlike either of her parents quirks.

i think eri and a few other children like touya and chisaki were backup plans. we already know touya was one of those 'backups,' and we have evidence of chisaki being the source of the destorying/repairing quirk that was split.

eri was just a more recent backup plan in case things went south at the LOV attack at USJ. since AFO was arrested shortafter, she kind of got lost in the shuffle and was just written off to be a similar "seedbeds of ferocity and hatred" as she grew up under chisaki's care.

she even has a similar backstory to Tenko already, having killed a member of her family by accident

that could be why her quirks so weird to- it takes time for it to remember how to "fix" things since its also not "destroying" things as a blueprint. since the quirk is split, it doesnt know how to "fix" things because theres nothing"destroying" things. so it has to rely on time itself to "fix". thats how i think overhaul's quirk works anyway- something needs to be ''destroyed" before being "fixed". its even said that her quirk is similar to chisaki's.

she also suffers from the same control issues tomura had. i bet that her being placed in the care of someone suspected to be another AFO project was not a coincidence. she could have been a very fitting replacement for tenko- she killed her parents with her quirk and was raised in an environment where she was seen as nothing more then a tool for things to end. it was only her determination that she was able to escape his grasp.

just like how chisaki was saved from the same place where Touya woke up from. I wonder if Touya's breakout triggered Chisaki's escape and into the hands of the yakuza.

and of course, saving Chisaki from an even worse fate

[dokjaism]

“Akira... why am i the only one talking?”