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[guppygiggles]

No tickle softer than cloud kisses~

[sequinedrhinestones]

MICHAEL JACKSON // Bad 25, directed by Spike Lee (03/∞)

[pfpanimes]

⌕ bungo stray dogs • fyodor dostoevsky.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[sugahoney-icedtea]

MICHAEL JACKSON on the set of "BAD" (1987)

[thegoodmorningman]

It's like the say back where I come from, "I don't care *what kind* of eggs you like until the moment one ends up on my face." Good Morning!!!

[giffypudding]

I either love it or hate it

[burningfunobject]

Am I the only one worried for act III??

Like they have SO much to get through in just 3 episodes and with the way the other two acts have gone (leaving certain characters for just one big segment in one episode instead of spreading their scenes out) makes me kinda worried

Like how are we going to get through all the stuff with viktor and jayce, get mel back, find ekko and the rat, caitvi, vi becoming an enforcer proper, jinxs everything AND noxus in just THREE episodes

Maybe they'll be longer??? I kinda doubt that tho

[tendercherie]

I keep staying up waaaaay past my bedtime like an idiot :(

[mjracles]

michael jackson’s video message about the bad album (1987)

sources: (x) (x)

[kidmograph]

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[spacevixenmusic]

Source: Ranma ½ [1992]

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Fucked my way up to the top

A follow up to Clumsy Office Intern

Boss!Sukuna x ClumsyIntern!Reader

WARNING: THIS IS A HEAVILY DUBCON FIC. BUT THAT IS ALL IT IS FICTION. I do not endorse such behaviors. If this is happening to you God forbid, it's not sexy or cool it's abuse seek help. Reader is very much hierarchically lower than Sukuna who is her boss. And he takes advantage of this. He is not a good man. Sukuna is also older than reader by a bit. Reader does not say yes. Read at your own discretion.

This has been betad now. We die of cholera like normal people in the Victorian era or poverty or whatever. Many thanks to my beta reader @ominous-meme for all her help.

Ryomen Sukuna, forty-five, manager at the company, a well-known dictator among the employees – even ones not on his team – had his eye on you. The stupid blubbering intern who kept messing up and kept getting saved by her co-workers. Why, though? Why were these men and women so devoted to you? It was simple. You had enraptured them like a demon of lust straight from the second circle of hell. 

He watched you now, eyes trailing up your smooth thighs to the pronounced curve of your ass;  to your thick tummy; to your soft breasts just barely peeking out from the pale blue shirt you wore with its first two buttons undone. Around your neck, you wore a thin silver chain with a small gemstone that glinted in the light catching his eye. A gift from an employee – Gojo-kun. “For doing so well in your first month here, Intern-chan!” he had announced to the cubicle. Sukuna had rolled his eyes then, and he did so again now. It was clear that the blue topaz was a stupid way of him trying to claim you as his own. Geto and Ieiri liked bringing you little treats too – snacks from the vending machine, an “extra” coffee “accidentally” made. And Nanami… Sukuna scoffed to himself. The biggest simp. Always softly smiling at you, making sure you’re going for your lunch break, waiting with you till you finish up work. Effectively making sure that all the time you spent in the office, you interacted with Sukuna minimally. 

It was infuriating. So now that he had gotten hold of a chance, there was no way in hell he wouldn’t let it go. Here you were, all alone in the office, working late on a project that he had strategically told you about only this morning, knowing that Nanami Kento’s watchful eye was on a work trip out of the office for the day... 

He approached your little desk  (littered with small notes of encouragement from your co-workers and your cute stationery) and scoffed at your hunched back seeing the Cinnamoroll and Kuromi pen and pencil alongside the Hello Kitty eraser. Hearing him, you turned around in your chair slowly, wary of what he might ask. “Sukuna-kachou, I’m working on the ta–” 

“That’s not what I’m here for.” He cut you off brusquely. You waited for him to speak, anxiety slowly growing in your chest. If only Geto-senpai or Nanami-senpai were here, you thought. They might have acted as a buffer or if only just to calm you a little. “We should have a chat. Wrap up and come to my office please.” 

This was it then, you mused. At least you weren’t going to be fired in an office full of people. It would just be you and him; everyone else having left for the weekend, probably enjoying themselves in clubs and bars; drinking and doing karaoke.

 Saving the file you were working on, you packed up your things and headed to Sukuna Ryomen’s room. It was a nice spacious office, with a large desk and even a sofa set around a coffee table. Being on the thirteenth floor meant the large windows displayed the sprawling city in front of you, the lights scattered all around with none of the usual bustling city sounds. 

Sukuna sat at his desk leaning back in his chair, his thick arms crossed behind his head, pushing up his hair. He indicated with a nod of his head for you to sit in the chair opposite; you did so, carefully trying to glean what it was going to be. A reprimand? A firing? Were you going to have to look for something new now? Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour thinking up all the possible scenarios you might have to face. 

Your boss’ voice cut through your thoughts, “How long have you been working at this company now?” 

“Sir? O-one month and a few days, sir.” You squeaked out a response. 

“Hmmm…This is your first time working in such a big place isn’t it?” 

You nodded, “It’s my first time working, sir.”

Sukuna felt his cock twitch. The softness in your voice, the innocence. He couldn’t wait to absolutely ruin you. He wanted to mould your cunt in the shape of his cock. 

There was a lull in conversation. As clumsy as you were, you didn't want to lose this job. 

You were about to tell him that you’d work harder when he suddenly spoke up. “You’ve improved a lot since you first came here, you know. But you still have a long way to go.” He paused as if he was thinking, then said, “I want you to do something for me.”  

You nodded your head vigorously, thinking you'd do anything to save your position here;  such a prestigious company with a good name and so much potential for growth. 

“You see, I need to know that you’re dedicated to your work here.” You were so dedicated; you could show him! “I need to know you’re dedicated to me.” You would do anything to prove it! “I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock” 

Anything…? 

You spluttered, unable to form the words needed for an adequate response.  “You want to keep this job don’t you?” he asked smoothly.  Your head slowly nodded in response while your brain frantically tried to process the situation you were in. “Then get on your knees and show me just how dedicated you are, slut!” 

Sukuna barked out the last word, startling you into getting out of your chair and going around his desk. You barely understood what you were doing, only that he had angled his chair as you walked around to him, to allow you the space to kneel before his crotch...and then you were dropping to your knees. 

“Good girl.” 

You watched as your trembling hands unzipped the black slacks, pushing the band of his boxers down. These small hands pulled out his cock from inside, the pink of your nail enamel reflecting your face – wan and blank with eyes wide, lips slightly parted. It was this that made you pause. 

Sensing your hesitation Sukuna caressed your cheek – an uncharacteristically gentle touch that made you drop your guard – which was all the opportunity he needed to shove his cock into your mouth. The slight graze of your unsuspecting teeth made Sukuna hiss. 

“Oi, watch yourself brat. Come on. I thought you wanted me to know how dedicated you are.”

You couldn’t help but open your mouth wider, pink glossy lips stretched around his thickness. Sukuna had thick veins running down the sides of his cock that you could feel against your tongue as you licked down. 

A groan made you look up at the man through your lashes. You looked so young and soft. Sukuna felt himself twitch in your mouth. “Suck, brat. What are you looking at me for?” You dipped your head low, taking in as much of him as you could and felt him grab your ponytail. 

If he wasn’t before, Sukuna was now completely under your spell. Your warm mouth wasn’t just sucking his cock, your hands weren’t simply wrapped around his thickness. You were milking him, for all he was worth, his lust, overpowering. For a moment he had to wonder if you were really human. That you weren’t in reality a succubus sent by Satan. 

He used his grip on your hair to shove your head down along his cock. You couldn’t help but gag. “Ganbare ganbare…” The soft words of praise that fell from Sukuna’s lips came with a hidden warning that you couldn't help but heed. Do this well, Intern, your job is on the line. 

You laid your tongue flat out and forced yourself to suck, pulling yourself off his cock with a pop! Then a kiss on his purplish head. You started licking up and down his length the way you’d seen so many times in porn. All those unrealistic situations had now come alive; here you were kneeling in between your boss’s legs and sucking his cock, taking him deep into your mouth while you played with his balls. The dark hair at the base of his dick tickled your nose and you resisted the urge to scratch it. Sukuna let you go at your pace for a while, let his cock explore the confines of your mouth as he watched your small head bob up and down in his lap. 

But he was never known for his patience, so without warning, you found yourself deepthroating him as he thrust up into you. Head held down by both hands, Sukuna shoved his length down your throat, over and over with little regard for your whimpers. Tears streamed down your eyes while he abused your poor mouth. Your nails dug into his thighs but he barely noticed, lost in the bliss of how you felt. 

“Come on, little girl. Take it! Take my fucking cock!” 

Your jaw was starting to hurt now from the stretch. You found yourself thinking of your kind co-workers. What would they think if they saw you in this deplorable state? You never wanted to find out. 

A jerk—-and Sukuna was cumming in your mouth.  Bitter and acrid on your tongue, you almost spat it out, but Sukuna pushed himself deeper and growled, “Fucking swallow, brat! I don’t want to see a single drop wasted.”You forced yourself to swallow. The disgusting taste clung to your tongue, making you gag. Sukuna pulled you off his cock, to your feet, and onto his lap. One hand explored your body, while the other stroked your hair. “You did a good job, little intern. Perhaps we can see about getting you a more permanent position in the company now.”

The intern position isn’t good enough for you anymore. Sukuna thought to himself. Maybe you’d be better off as my personal assistant…

Masterlist

[bigboobyhalo]

the badboyhalo jump and twirl … HIS CUBITO IS TOO CUTE !!! ToT

[racoonpookiedepartment]

Milk is better than blood (Dom version)

(Top) Ethan winters x (bottom) Male Reader

The Dom top sequel to Dimitrescu Hospitality, a shy gentle sub version will be posted soon! :D

I have to admit, this was not my favourite to write, I prefer Ethan as a sweet man but I’m sure someone will enjoy this :)

“Why do humans wear 2 pants?” You ask,

“Oh” Ethan exclaims, he unzips his jeans pulls them down a little

“These are just boxers, they keep our private parts.. private” he states

“That’s what this is?” You ask, you poked something large and wide that was straining against the fabric. Ethan noticed the confused look you had, you tilted your head to the left and just watched as the large bulge grew and twitched.

“Want to see something cool?” He stated, his tone changed. All you could reply with was a nod, he pulled his jeans all the way down and now he was only in his boxers.

“I have something for you to drink, it’s even better than blood” he said, his tone was persuasive, your eyes lit up at the mention of blood

“Really? Better than blood?” You asked, Ethan smiled but this time it wasn’t as warm, it was more mischievous

“Yeah, here touch it” he said, he grabbed your wrist and directed your hand to his bulge, you noticed a small wet spot

“Is that it?” You ask

“It takes a little more than that to get it” he said, he pulled his boxers down and his cock swung out, precum was dripping out from his cock, he took a drop of it on his fingertip and gave his hand out to you

“Try it” he said with a grin, you licked the clear liquid off his finger and you couldn’t lie, it did taste pretty good, almost too good

“Is there more?” You ask, Ethan grins wider at your question

“There’s a lot more, have another taste” he said, he fed you another drop off his finger, and another, and another. Now you couldn’t stop thinking about the liquid, and Ethan took notice

“Get on your knees, I’ll show you how to get.. all of it” he said with a devilish smile, you did as he ordered. He gently prayed your mouth open with his fingers on you bottom lip and with the other he jerked himself over it. He made sure the precum would flow into your mouth, he let out small groans during the entire process

“You want it all don’t you?” He asked breathily, in the state you were in all you could do was nod, he grinned and directed your hands into his giant cock

“Jerk it” he instructed, you did as he said, he groaned in pleasure at the sensation of you tugging on his cock, now he was completely hard. His large hands grabbed onto the back of your head and pushed you onto his head, you instantly gagged at the size.

“Keep going” Ethan instructed, he threw his head back at the feeling of your tongue swirling around the head, he pushed you farther down his cock and slowly pushed you down onto his blonde pubes, and then he started moving.

He pulled you head back and pushed it back down as he fucked your throat, he pounded again, and again, and again. You really didn’t mind the assault on your throat as yours could stretch as far as you wanted anyways, your goal was to get more of the white liquid and that’s all you wanted.

Ethan pulled your head off his cock and gave you a break.

“You ready for your milk?” He asked, you nodded eagerly, Ethan stood over you and dropped his cock into your mouth, he stood over you as he pulled it out and dropped it back it back in again.

“I’m.. im so close” he grunted between thrusts, he hit the back of your throat again, and again, and again, the he pulled it out and pulled your head deep onto his cock as he let out a small growl, he filled your throat with cum, pulled out and covered your face in the liquid.

Ethan sat back down on the bed and took a few deep breaths, you did your best to swallow all the liquid, you took it down in big gulps. Ethan caressed your bottom lip and smiled down at you

“Good boy, swallowed it all” he said sweetly, he gave you a peck on your forehead

[sheikthegeek]

Short guys with bad dance moves seem to have all the luck with 50 foot tall women...

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