#THESE ARE MACHINATIONS OF YOUR OWN DESIGN

[morikosa]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?

✧ Summary: You told your beloved Sensei to fuck you rougher during sex.

✧ Warnings: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! Student reader, size kink, age gap, everyone is of legal age, teacher x student

''Don't be gentle with me, sensei—I like it when you're rough."

Gojo's smirk widens at your words, his eyes gleaming with a sudden intensity behind his blindfold. He had been taking his time, exploring your body with a slow, deliberate pace, but your words ignited something within him, a primal urge to dominate and claim.

"Rough, huh~?" he growls, his voice dropping an octave, "You want me to treat you like my personal plaything, Y/N-chan~?"

Before you can respond, he grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, leaving little crescent moons. He pulls you flush against him, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. Your gasp is music to his ears, spurring him on.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, "You like it when I take control, when I fuck you like you're mine."

His movements become more aggressive, each thrust punctuated by a grunt, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He can feel your body responding, your breathing becoming ragged, your nails digging into his back.

"Yes, sensei-Ah~" you pant, your voice barely audible, "More... give me more~"

Gojo's grin turns wolfish at your plea, his grip on your hips tightening even further. He lifts you up slightly, changing the angle, and slams into you, hard. A cry escapes your lips, a sound caught between pleasure and pain, fueling the fire within him.

"Like that, you little minx?" he growls, his voice laced with dominance, "You want me to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight tomorrow?"

He doesn't wait for your response, instead, he picks up the pace, his hips moving like a well-oiled machine. Each thrust is powerful, each withdrawal slow and torturous, designed to drive you wild. He can feel your body clenching around him, your breaths coming in short gasps, your skin flushed with heat.

"S-Sensei... I-I..." you stammer, your words lost in the haze of pleasure, "I'm... I'm close..."

 His thrusts slowed down, becoming teasing, maddening. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and heavy.

"Beg for it, Y/N" he whispers, his voice low and commanding, "Beg for me to make you come."

Your body arches into his, seeking more friction, more pressure, but he denies you, pulling back slightly. You can't help but whimper at the loss, your fingers clawing at his back, trying to pull him closer.

"Please, sensei..." you pant, your voice barely above a whisper, "I need... I need to come..."

He chuckles darkly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine, "That's not begging, little girl. Try again."

Your breath hitches, your body tensing as he grinds against you, hitting that sweet spot inside you. You let out a moan, a sound of pure desperation, "Please, sensei... Please let me come... I'll do anything... Anything you ask..."

He hums, a sound of approval, his thrusts picking up speed once again, "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction, "Now come for me, sweetie. Come all over my cock."

And just like that, you're pushed over the edge, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Gojo watches you come undone with a smug satisfaction, his own body tightening with the need for release.

He slows his thrusts, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, his hands roaming your delicate, petite body, pinching and teasing your sensitive nipples, tracing patterns on your skin. You're a mess of whimpers and moans, your body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Look at you~" he murmurs, his voice filled with amusement, "All boneless and pliant. I could do anything for you right now, couldn't I ~?"

You nod weakly, your eyes fluttering closed, "sensei..."

He chuckles, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, "Open your eyes, baby~. I want you to watch me fuck you."

Your eyes slowly open, meeting his intense gaze. He smiles, a slow, predatory smile, and begins to move again, his thrusts deep and powerful. He watches you closely, his eyes never leaving yours, as he brings you back to the edge.

"You feel so good, little girl...~" he groans, his voice tight with restraint, "So fucking good. I could do this forever."

His words send a thrill through you, your body responding to his claim. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

You're so close, teetering on the edge, your body aching for release.

"Come on, Y/N-chaan~" he encourages, his voice a low growl, "Give me another one. Come all over your sensei's cock again."

His words push you over the edge, your body convulsing as you come undone once more. He swallows your cries with a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting, claiming.

As your orgasm subsides, you feel him tense, his body stiffening as he finds his own release. He pulls back, his eyes locked onto yours, his expression intense as he fills you with his seed.

For a moment, neither of you moves, both lost in the aftermath of your shared pleasure. Then, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, a rare moment of tenderness amidst the storm of passion.

"There's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice soft, "You took me so well, Y/N-chan~."

He pulls out of you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You wince slightly at the sensation, your body sensitive and sore from their vigorous lovemaking. His semen was oozing out of your pussy

He smirks, a hint of his usual arrogance returning, "You'll be feeling me for days, Y/N. Don't forget who owns this delicate body now."

You roll your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips, "Is that so, sensei? And who will remind me of that fact every time I take a step, hmm?"

He laughs, a rich, warm sound that makes your heart flutter, "Oh, I'll make sure to remind you, Y/N-chan. Every. Single. Time."

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Okay weird request but here we go:

James x heavily tatted!reader (any gender you want)

James is getting his first tattoo (I think it was like 1998) and he starts to get really nervous before his first appointment

So the reader helps calm him down and reassure him during the entire appointment about how well he’s doing and how awesome it’s going to look

I hope you like it!❤

Ink to Ink

The studio was buzzing softly with the hum of fluorescent lights and the tattoo gun, a rhythmic sound that was both soothing and invasive. James could feel the energy shift in his body—the nervousness building up in his chest, creeping down to his fingertips. He was sitting in the tattoo chair, his body tense and uncomfortably still. Every tiny sound around him felt amplified—the scrape of the artist's gloves, the quiet clink of the equipment.

He'd always admired your tattoos, the way they seemed to embody everything you were—bold, confident, unapologetically yourself. But now that it was his turn, all that admiration felt distant, replaced by a steady pulse of anxiety.

"Are you sure about this?" James muttered, looking over at you. He leaned back in the chair, his arm resting against the armrest as the artist prepared the ink. The nervous energy radiating off him was palpable. He had the appearance of a man who could handle anything, yet right now, he looked like a deer in headlights.

"Of course I’m sure," you replied with a playful smile, your voice calm and steady as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. You sat beside him, your heavily inked arms resting in your lap. Your tattoos, intricately designed, were your personal expression, each piece telling a unique story, and you knew exactly how powerful that feeling could be. You had seen it in your own life—getting tattooed was like adding a permanent chapter to a book that was still being written.

"Just... I don’t know," James continued, his voice trailing off. "What if it hurts too much? What if it’s not as cool as I think it’s gonna be?"

You tilted your head, catching his gaze with a reassuring smile. "James," you said, your thumb brushing across his knuckles in an intimate, grounding gesture. "You’re gonna be fine. You’re tougher than you give yourself credit for." You leaned closer, your face softening, your voice lowering. "And trust me, this tattoo is gonna look amazing. You’ll see. The pain? It’s nothing. You’re more than capable."

He glanced at you, his anxiety still clouding his face, but you could tell he was listening. He trusted you, which gave you a little more confidence in how to help him through this. You had to admit—it was a little endearing, watching him squirm in the chair like a nervous wreck, even though he was usually the one who was in control of everything around him.

"I don’t know," James muttered again, chewing on his bottom lip, and for a moment, he seemed like he was about to say something more. But before he could continue, the artist gave a little nod, signaling that everything was ready to begin. The tattoo machine hummed to life, and the buzzing filled the air.

James immediately flinched, his body stiffening like a board.

"Hey," you said gently, "look at me." Your voice was quiet but firm, making sure he focused on you rather than the needle. "Just breathe. In and out, slow. You’ve got this."

He met your eyes, and for a split second, he hesitated. There was something in his gaze, a flicker of uncertainty that you’d never seen before. Something deeper than just nerves. And for the first time, you saw a vulnerability in him, a crack in his armor that he wasn't used to showing.

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, this time a little firmer. "You’re stronger than this, James. You can do it. Just breathe."

The first few lines of the tattoo went by in a blur of buzzing noise and the scratch of the needle. James’ body tensed up again, but his breathing began to even out as he focused on your voice.

"See? Not so bad," you whispered, giving him a gentle smile. "It’ll feel like a light scratch after a while."

But he wasn’t listening to the pain or the tattoo gun anymore. There was something on his mind, and he finally seemed ready to let it out. He shifted in the chair, his eyes flicking nervously between you and the artist, but you could tell he was trying to push through the discomfort to say something important.

"I—" he started, voice tight and hesitant, but the words caught in his throat as he glanced down at his arm, his fingers gripping the edge of the chair. "I’ve... I’ve wanted to say this for a while now," he finally managed, his voice a little shakier than usual.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued but also a little worried. "Uh oh, what are you about to say, James?"

He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. "I just... I don’t know if I can do this again after this one. Like, what if I’m not as cool as you with all your tattoos?"

You burst out laughing, shaking your head. "Oh my god, seriously? That’s what’s been stressing you out this whole time?" You lightly nudged him with your elbow, trying to suppress your giggles. "You’re gonna survive this, and you will be cool, no worries. Just focus on this first one, alright? You’ll be rocking a sleeve in no time."

James looked at you, still trying to look serious despite the smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, but I swear, if my tattoo ends up looking like a blob after this, I’ll blame you."

"Don’t worry," you grinned, "I'll make sure it’s the best blob you’ve ever seen."

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but laugh along with you. "I swear, this is a disaster waiting to happen."

"Disaster? Look at me," you said with a playful wink, "I’m a walking disaster and I look awesome."

The tattoo artist gave a small chuckle, clearly used to dealing with the banter of nervous first-timers. "Alright, alright, let’s keep it focused, folks. We’re almost done here."

"Yeah, yeah, I’m focused," James grumbled, though his playful smile was still there, softening the tension.

You leaned back in your chair, happy to see his nerves melting away. "This is the worst part, I swear. You're doing amazing. And when it’s done, you’re going to look like a total badass." You flashed him a bright grin. "Just don’t blame me if you end up getting addicted to it and start showing up with more tattoos next time."

"That’ll be your fault, obviously," he shot back with a grin. "You’ll be the one enabling me."

You smirked and shrugged. "Hey, I’m just a bad influence. But trust me, by the time this session ends, you'll be ready for round two."

James snorted, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I thought you were the one who wasn’t supposed to scare me. But look at you, setting me up for a lifetime of ink."

The tattoo artist finished the first part of the design, stepping back and wiping away the excess ink. "Alright, just a few more touches," the artist said, giving you both a nod.

James looked down at his arm, the tattoo now a beautiful, bold design slowly coming to life. "It’s already looking better than I imagined," he said quietly, and you could hear the pride in his voice.

"You’re doing amazing," you said, leaning closer to him. "You’re tough, and this tattoo? It’s gonna look awesome when it’s finished."

He gave you a crooked smile, squeezing your hand back. "Thanks. For everything. Really."

"You're welcome," you said softly, your fingers brushing against his again, a quiet promise between the two of you. "Now, let’s just get you out of here before you decide you want another one."

James shot you a playful look. "Don’t get any ideas. We’ll see if I survive this one first"

The tattoo machine hummed steadily as James sat in the chair, his hand still gripping yours. The tension from earlier had faded, but you could see him flinch every so often as the needle worked on his skin.

“You’re doing great,” you reassured him, your voice calm and steady. “It’ll be over soon.”

James managed a small smile, glancing down at the ink slowly taking shape. "Yeah, it’s not as bad as I thought." He shifted again, trying to get more comfortable. "I honestly thought I’d be losing my mind by now, but... I’m fine."

“You’re tougher than you think,” you said with a gentle squeeze of his hand. "I told you, it’s just a little sting. And it looks amazing."

He glanced up at you, a bit of his usual confidence coming back. "I didn’t expect it to feel like this, but... I guess I can handle it." He paused and then added, a little cheekily, "Maybe I’ll get another one after this."

You raised an eyebrow. "Already thinking about the next one?"

James laughed softly, his nervous energy easing into something lighter. "Yeah, I didn’t expect to feel this way about it. It’s... kind of nice, like something permanent about me."

You smiled at his words, watching him as the artist worked. "Exactly. It’s yours, a mark of who you are."

As the session went on, you saw him relax even more, the tension melting away as the tattoo came to life on his skin. With the final touches being done, James flexed his arm, inspecting the finished design.

“Looks... better than I imagined,” he said quietly, almost in awe.

You smiled, leaning closer. “I told you you’d love it.”

James turned his head toward you, his expression softening, and you could see the pride in his eyes. "Thanks for being here. I wouldn’t have made it through without you."

His words made you smile, and without thinking, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly. "I’m proud of you," you whispered.

James blinked in surprise, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Well, I’m glad you think so. Guess I’m officially part of the tattoo club now."

You chuckled softly, squeezing his hand again. "Definitely. And who knows? Maybe you’ll be back for more."

He laughed, now fully at ease, his earlier nerves gone. "Yeah, I think I might be."

You both looked at his arm together, a bond of shared moments and new experiences now marked on his skin.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

"why do we even have that lever" is made funnier by the fact there are only 2 levers to begin with (disguised as a pair of tusks on a statue)

i find the implications hilarious:

kronk only had to remember the location of one lever, and couldn't even manage that

but on the other hand, it's easy to get two identical unlabelled levers confused, this one's on yzma tbh

yzma only needed to make one lever to begin with, but she actively chose to turn the second tusk into a functioning trapdoor. she could have just...just not connected the second tusk to anything. it didn't need to have a function

upon reflection, this also answers the question itself: "why do we even HAVE that lever?" it's because yzma herself specifically designed it as a booby trap. "why do we have that lever?" because yzma had it built to keep people out of her secret lair! yzma made the very purposeful choice to put that lever there! and then both she and her inept henchman immediately forgot about her own booby trap! yzma that is YOUR LEVER!!!!!

[trebuchet151]

This is jumping the queue bc some really cool people reblogged my last post of Corey and they escaped containment.

Updated sidestep design perpetual WIP

Sidestep days vs retribution. They're slowly reacquiring their self expression. Next book will probably be the full return of the scene/punk look

Bonus Corey sans most of their clothing to show off their tattoos under the cut. CW for healed SH scars

Yes that is Ortega's bedroom yes I half assed it. I drew this background in my car at work when it was like 110 degrees idgaf

[secondbeatsongs]

can someone with an artistic eye tell me if this minotaur's arm looks weird?

or like? if he just looks weird in general?

I couldn't find a good minotaur svg, so I made my own from a bunch of different svgs, and I can't tell if it's going well

[juliareed]

Fandom: Alias Relationships: Sark/Sydney Song: Spiracle by Flower Face Content warnings: Blood, death, violence, spiders, insects, flashing lights

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[awritersbro]

yearning for the days when my blogs weren't under siege by digital automatons with neither soul to speak nor will to act beyond their wicked master's bidding

[birdkittenn]

i need to make an ultrakill oc for artfight i think

[lesflaya]

The "there are no more original ideas" crowd has really messed with people's perception of fiction huh

[analogue-dreamer]

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[mohamed-mikki]

Help Mohamed To Survive and Restore His Life

Hello Everyone... I am Mohamed Mikki From Gaza, Palestine. 24 years old, my life has been difficult since I was young, when I was 17 years old, I lost my father, and with my determination to build my future, I decided to continue my education in the field of multimedia technology and develop my skills through many courses in the same field, and I was working alongside my studies to cover my expenses in the field of graphic design, I was preparing myself to establish my life and future.

My Father:

When I try hard and acheived success in my university college :

When I start my own work:

But the war in Gaza, especially in the north, brought with it a great tragedy, the war destroyed my home, my university, and my work, I was in the north, and I was displaced to the south where I faced famine and moved from one place to another in search of safety.

I have lived countless difficult and painful days during my many attempts to escape death, bombing, and destruction. In my places of displacement that the army says are safe but are never, life has become limited to escaping danger and searching for food among the rubble of destroyed homes.

My dream now is to travel abroad to continue my education, develop my skills, survive, and build my future that has been destroyed, as for the past nine months I have been unemployed due to the war conditions and the power and internet outage since the first day of the war, in addition to the frequent movement from one place to another to escape the war machine, missiles and death, as there was no stability for the absent work conditions.

Here your generosity can make a big difference, your support will help me rebuild my life and continue my education and will provide me with the opportunity to escape the circle of danger and destruction and strive towards a future full of hope and potential.

I humbly ask you to help raise funds to cover the costs of travel, education, and basic expenses as I seek to start a new life, every contribution, no matter how small, brings me a step closer to safety, stability, success, and building a better future.

Breakdown of Expenses

Rafah/Egypt crossing: $5000

Minimum Living Costs: $3000/per month

Egypt/Canada Tickets: $5000

Minimum Living Costs in Canada: $7000/per month

Vetted by:

@90-ghost

@northgazaupdates2

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your interest in my request, your support means more to me than words can express, with your help I can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience...

With sincere gratitude

Mohamed Mikki

[chaos-has-theories]

Egg cookers can be expensive.

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*Germans and German-adjacent people I will NOT pretend to be from Germany even for a meme sorry

[agentromanoffsir]

neocities guide - why you should build your own html website

do you miss the charm of the 90s/00s web where sites had actual personality instead of the same minimalistic theme? are you feeling drained by social media and the constant corporate monopoly of your data and time? do you want to be excited about the internet again? try neocities!!

what is neocities?

neocities is a free hosting website that lets you build your own html website from scratch, with total creative control. in their own words: "we are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. it's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."

why should I make my own website?

web3 has been overtaken by capitalism & conformity. websites that once were meant to be fun online social spaces now exist solely to steal your data and sell you things. it sucks!! building a personal site is a great way to express yourself and take control of your online experience.

what would I even put on a website?

the best part about making your own site is that you can do literally whatever the hell you want! focus on a specific subject or make it a wild collection of all your interests. share your art! make a shrine for one of your interests! post a picture of every bird you see when you step outside! make a collection of your favorite blinkies! the world is your oyster !! here are some cool example sites to inspire you: recently updated neocities sites | it can be fun to just look through these and browse people's content! space bar | local interstellar dive bar creature feature | halloween & monsters big gulp supreme peanutbuttaz | personal site dragodiluna linwood | personal site patho grove | personal site

getting started: neocities/html guide

sound interesting? here are some guides to help you get started, especially if you aren't familiar with html/css sadgrl.online webmastery | a fantastic resource for getting started with html & web revival. also has a layout builder that you can use to start with in case starting from scratch is too intimidating web design in 4 minutes | good for learning coding basics w3schools | html tutorials templaterr | demo & html for basic web elements eggramen test pages | css page templates to get started with sadgrl background tiles | bg tiles rivendell background tiles | more free bg tiles

fun stuff to add to your site

want your site to be cool? here's some fun stuff that i've found blinkies-cafe | fantastic blinkie maker! (run by @transbro & @graphics-cafe) gificities | internet archive of 90s/00s web gifs internet bumper stickers | web bumper stickers momg | gif gallery 99 gif shop | 3d gifs 123 guestbook | add a guestbook for people to leave messages cbox | add a live chat box moon phases | track the phases of the moon gifypet | a little clickable page pet adopt a shroom | mushroom page pet tamaNOTchi | virtual pet crossword puzzle | daily crossword imood | track your mood neko | cute cat that chases your mouse pollcode | custom poll maker website hit counter | track how many visitors you have

web revival manifestos & communities

also, there's actually a pretty cool community of people out there who want to bring joy back to the web! melonland project | web project/community celebrating individual & joyful online experiences. Also has an online forum melonland intro to web revival | what is web revival? melonking manifesto | status cafe | share your current status nightfall city | online community onio.cafe | leave a message and enjoy the ambiance sadgrl internet manifesto | yesterweb internet manifesto | sadly defunct, still a great resource reclaiming online social spaces | great manifesto on cultivating your online experience

in conclusion

i want everyone to make a neocities site because it's fun af and i love seeing everyone's weird personal sites that they made outside of the control of capitalism :) say hi to me on neocities

[sneefsnorf]

OH HEY!! do you have final thoguhts on ultrakill and gabriel and the v's and everything :333333 <- my agenda

machine. ive spent my life loved and revered by my people and my church. i trusted my institution and my Father because i never had a reason not to, machine. the council and the people had such high expectations of me and i always rose to meet them. my achievements were many. everything was perfect. and then you took it all from me, machine. i failed ONCE. i wasnt what the church wanted me to be exactly and they tore their love away from me. its not fair. not in the slightest. ive been thinking a lot. ive been reflecting on the churches and the institutions of mankind. so many of them have warped the word of the Father into whatever will give them the most power. they use his teachings to break down and bully those they hate. they grind them into the ground and humiliate them as much as they can, not just for their own self-gain, but for the sake of hatred. this is what the council has done to me, machine, and now i have joined your ranks. all their love for me revoked as soon as i couldnt be what they wanted, thrown from the gates of heaven like the queers and the freaks. i've joined your ranks, machine. i'm less than a person now. and i am filled with so much rage.

anyways thanks for driving me to the abortion clinic machine i really appreciate it

[free-gaza2]

🛑 Stop 🛑‼️🙏

Hello all I am Doaa Jad Al Haq from Gaza I studied a diploma in fashion design and clothing manufacturing at the Palestine Technical College in Deir al-Balah and graduated with a very good grade. I was first in my class during the two years. I worked for a year in a center affiliated with UNRWA, and after that I created my own project and began Palestinian agricultural hand embroidery, which is part of the Palestinian heritage. I embroidered on clothes and bags, then After that, I focused more on making bags in all their forms. I embroidered the bag with different drawings, shapes, and colors, then I completely detailed it. I had my own workshop. Unfortunately, everything was gone from the beginning of October 7, so the occupation destroyed the place where I was working, and by destroying my house, I had nothing left, and during the last four months, I borrowed money from a friend to leave Gaza with my autistic child. The situation was very bad for him and for all of us. I left behind my husband and my family. Now, with your help and generosity, I hope that you will help me buy a machine and the necessary tools to start my project again in Egypt so that I can treat my child and help my family. I trust your generosity and I am sorry to ask you for this. Your donation, no matter how simple, will contribute to starting a new life. Thank you all. Best regards, Doaa"

Link to verification (same gofundme)

https://gofund.me/9e4024a3

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