#but he’s never fronting long enough

[fierysakura]

Marc getting a blood test after becoming Moon Knight and finding out all his vitamin deficiencies are gone.

[smoosie]

Viktor: *silent treatment*

Jayce: *dies*

[repsolhonda]

Victories give you confidence. My confidence are super high, but still, in some situations, I'm still struggling a bit. But, in that situation, with more confidence, I think I would have struggled less. So, let's see if we can continue working in that way.

[creativitycache]

Alright apparently I’m now outnumbered in my small office for not carrying anything defensive like pepper spray, a taser, or a metal baton every day.

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month

[raifuujin]

It's been more than 20 years and for some reason I feel that Gosho hasn't given Kaiao any development, how can more than 20 years pass and Aoko dynamics, relationship and feelings remain the same? At this point I feel like Gosho is just going to make them date because "they already liked each other" they remain in the same status quo

Hey, if we go by DC romance progress, they've been going too fast. We've already had suspicion of identity chapters, and that didn't happen until more than 400 chapters in DC. /j

Since heists have taken over any character development recently, I don't even know if Kaito and Aoko will even get any romantic progress. Maybe the actual identity confrontation will happen down the line, since that's thief drama, but atm, it really wouldn't surprise me if they only ask each other on a real date at the very end of the manga.

Like. I'm sure Gosho would love to make MK a love drama as well, but he writes MK so rarely, and usually as hype for something Kid related in other media. So the MK stories tend to be heavy on drama that can only take place at Kid heists. (To the point that the new chapters just. Use Kid as the plot device to show off a new character. Even Hakuba's never gotten so much 'look at this character being a detective' treatment in MK.)

-sighs- I just feel bad for MK as a series at this point. I like the characters, I like the general story idea, but. It's been going down a very steep hill with Gosho wanting things exciting, but not wanting any real progress in. Anything. But unlike old MK, the new stories aren't even nice standalone setpieces of story, they're... mundane. They could be high stakes, if you purely look at the scenarios on paper, but. We all know nothing's gonna happen to Kid. Nothing even happens to him when the actual bad guys show up, much less one-time antagonists.

We need actual character focus and development, not heist drama. Badly. Not even romance, though that'd be a nice change. Just any character expansion of our limited cast of characters. Gosho wants big, all the time, meaningless big stuff, when small would be so nice.

[rossoll]

Made this zine for Salt Creek Zine Fest this past summer, now I think it's time to release my poorly scanned daydreams into the wild. I wanted to make a couple editions so I could have like, primers for my ocs. This one ended up being very Nero-centric but not really telling too much about him, haha. That's what happens when I write/compile on short notice (my mantra: done is better than no art)

[kathrynmjaneway]

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[widowshill]

102.

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

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[darksonofsparda]

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS || Accepting

@lunaetis sent: [ TAKE ] [ eden pulling him to the side ? yes. maybe a bite, too. ]

Ever since they had become very close during their time in the Astral Plane, the two began a successful crossdimensional relationship. To keep in touch, Vergil used the communicator device (which was pretty much a special space-smartphone but could connect to other worlds) the two kept in regular contact, Vergil always had the communicator on him wherever he went -- it was like holding the phone, made it feel like she was right next to him, serving as a reminder that no matter how far apart, they would always see each other again -- just as they were doing right now.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "It's been a while my little raccoon, I've missed you."

Several months had passed since their relationship began, and Vergil was a lot more happier, even Dante and the others started to notice it, to them, it was like Vergil found something important, like an empty void now completely filled, like he had found a part of him that had been missing for so long. They were half right, he indeed found a missing piece, but it was someone he found, rather than something. Eden coming into his life, had changed him drastically, he was a better person now because of her. Eden had been the light that cut through the darkness of the lonely life he had carved for himself, she reached in, and pulled him out. That ashy-haired space raccoon, had become Vergil's purpose, and he couldn't be any more grateful to have her by his side, no one else could EVER replace how important she had become to him.

This was the same world that Vergil had taken Eden for a surprise flight in his arms with his devil wings, the magic of that special evening still played out in the back of his mind whenever he thought about her when he was alone and they were apart, back in their own worlds. Tonight, Vergil was taking her on a night into the city. The half-devil recalled her asking him about his world a few times, and he did tell her about it, just not everything.

Vergil didn't mind bringing her one day, but right now, there were just too many demons, so once the area around his little home was clear, he would probably bring her. For now, taking her here, was a way of showing her how his world was, before the tree appeared and killed half the earths population.

Vergil and Eden made plans to go grab some food, since this world was similar to his, and he'd been here several times on his own as well, so he knew exactly where everything was, even taking the time to memorize all the best places to eat for moments like this, spending time with her.

Vergil had chosen a two-star restaurant, it was one he had become curious about whenever he passed it by, experiencing this place for the first time along with her sounded a lot more sweet, maybe they would even become regulars, though that all depended if the food was good.

The moment the couple walks in, the chime of the bell above the door makes some of the other people eating there look over at them, while everyone glanced their way, there was a noticeable flux of other woman there looking at Vergil some even giggling amongst themselves as they stared. The half-devil had noticed, and looked at them, but briefly out of reaction to everyone else staring. He didn't really think anything of the giggling women.

Turning his attention back to Eden, Vergil noticed a specific expression on her face, she looked upset, but at the same time, she wasn't? Moments after, he finally put two and two together and realized why she was making such a face. Before Vergil could say anything, her hands quickly took his, and suddenly, he was pulled to the side, just out of site of everyone.

Within seconds, her hands were on the collar of his jacket, and she pulled him in, locking lips for a kiss, and it was a long one, full of passion, and love. Vergil twists his head into the kiss, parting for a brief moment and kissing her again, his lip biting her top lip, leaning in and deepening it before its finally broken, because of how long the kiss was, there was a thin trail of their joined saliva as they slowly moved back as the kiss ends, the trail breaking off as they shift.

As the kiss ends, he feels Eden sink her teeth into his neck, sucking and leaving a visible mark on her neck. The bite sends a shiver through his body, bringing a smirk to his lips. Looking into her eyes, blues to her golden-eyed gaze, an eyebrow arched, impressed by her boldness.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "My my, someone really wanted a kiss, hmm? I'll have to bite in return later.. and you won't even expect it." He playfully adds, chuckling, taking her hand before they eventually return to their table, but before they sit down, Vergil plants a kiss on Eden's forehead right in front of those ladies, taking his seat at the table with Eden afterwards as they wait to order.

[vcrnons]

the vernon mistreatment intervention letter i saw on twt this morning certainly is…………….. something

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[snnumntik]

not to sound like an old fuck but teenagers are the fucking worst

[lamefish]

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

[5-htagonist]

ahhhhhhhhhhh genuinely NOTHINGGGG helps my exec functioning issues/self esteem/hygeine/anxiety/ETC more than having a good hair cut!!!!!!!!! my hair lays and feels exactly like i want it to it doesnt fall in my face or bother my ears im literally unstoppable unfuckwitable