#but unfortunately i cannot do anything until i do that

[kenyan-corvid]

*🌊 Champion of The Undersea 🌊*

My personal Gillion Tidestrider design! I haven’t finished the podcast but I’ve been working on him for a few days already :)

Design notes!

I really think he would be pretty Leopard Seal like and actually a mammal so his humanoid appearance makes a bit more biological sense

I took a lot of liberties with his clothing and accessories as I feel his canon ones don’t really capture his personality and are very similar to surface clothing despite him being from a mainly underwater civilization, so I wanted to change it up by taking inspiration from non-western cultures like the Maasai, Akan, Plains + Northwestern First Nations, and many others!

He wears his Orca mask whenever fighting! Whales, Orcas as well as colors such as black, silver, blue and purple are heavily tied to the moon and the deep, and channeling this though a mask gives him more strength as well as intimidation!

The orange and pink circles on his loin cloth represent the relationship the sea and krill have :]

Rough Biological Changes:

Tritons do not have gills and cannot truly breath underwater like a fish :[ however they can hold their breaths for extremely long amounts of time and poses very strong muscles around their nose that can seal them shut to prevent water inhalation!

Tritons do not lay eggs but instead have live births like seals and will also nurse their young for a time, they often have 2-3 guppies, but it’s not uncommon for some to not survive birth or adolescence

Tritons have very short, bristly fur as well as curly, protective hair to maintain water when above the surface

Theres a very low chance for a triton to be born with a “coral crown” however this is actually a bone that behaves like horns!

Rough cultural changes:

A bit of a name change! Tritons have a True name and a Surface name due to how differently sound travels through water and air. His surface name is Gillion Tidestrider but his True name translates to First Champion of The Deep Moon From The Tidestrider Ice sheet (Moon’s Champion).

Tritions travel to the South Pole give birth due to their main food sources migrating! Guppies are born on the surface (on ice sheets) as they don’t have the ability to hold their breath for a sufficient time at birth, and until they are able to migrate and make the journey back north they’re raised communally with the other guppies on that particular icesheet. Once they are named, they will take the name of the ice sheet as a last name to avoid potential inbreeding

Most Tritons are actually polygamous! It’s common for one triton to have various partners whether platonic or romantic. Unfortunately this makes it generally hard to tell which guppy is sired by who. To avoid inbreeding, any guppies born on the same ice sheet as you are automatically deemed a sibling (or more specifically and ice-sibling) and it is therefore taboo to have romantic affiliations with them.

Tritons are a very musical species! Being vocally talented (underwater) is a large priority in all of their cultures and is considered a very desirable trait in a mate.

Fighting is also a large aspect culturally as well! It’s not necessarily fighting to the death that’s important or attractive, but rather being able to do so in more dancer-like way, fighting but remaining beautiful, composed and thoughtful. It’s common for there to be competitions for this type of traditional dance-fighting during holidays and celebrations (gill is great at this)

Their religion is based on the currents of the ocean where as certain directions represent physical things, phenomena, concepts, deities and teachings! I will go into further detail at a later date as I haven’t finalized anything yet

That’s all I got for now I fear but I’ll probably more about them as well as the other crew :]

[youngbounty]

I'll See You in Your Dreams

Anyone lucky to have a soulmate will see them in their dreams. However, sometimes, they will wake up only remembering a few things about their soulmates. Jonathan Kent cannot remember a single thing about his soulmate. Meanwhile, Damian is placing a spell every time he sleeps so his soulmate won't remember their shared dream or what he looks like

Many of the lucky ones found their soulmates at some point in their lives. Sometimes, it was as children and others as adults. It was unfortunate if it was never at all, but the lucky ones would find their soulmates through their dreams. These dreams came periodically and would bond one with their soulmates. It was like the Disney movie Sleeping Beauty, where Aurora met her prince once upon a dream.

The problem was when the dreamer would not remember that dream or only fractions of the dream. Only a few people ever remembered the exact description of their soulmate. Lois Lane was one of those, being how she knew Clark was her soulmate the moment they first met at work. It took a while for him to realize Lois was his soulmate, having thought it was Lana for a long time.

For Jon, every time he dreamed of his soulmate, he'd wake up not remembering his soulmate. He'd wake up from the most wonderful dream meeting his soulmate without knowing a single fraction of this person. Jon would curl in his bed and cry in his pillow, grieving from the loss of whatever memory of his soulmate he had. If only he could remember something! Anything!

After some months of this, Jon became disheartened and depressed. He just couldn't figure out what to do, so he could remember his soulmate. He tried laying a notepad on his nightstand to draw his soulmate, but the instant he woke up, he'd forget what his soulmate looked like. He even tried to keep the vision of his soulmate from his dreams, only for it to vanish the moment he opened his eyes. The worst part was that Jon couldn't remember anything about the dream with his soulmate outside of how happy and wonderful it was.

While sitting on the roof of his house, his dad came floating next to him.

“Hey Jonno, what's the long face?” Clark asked, seeing his son sitting on the roof looking out on the fields of Hamilton.

Jon shrugged, “Just thinking.”

“What are you thinking about?” Clark asked, sitting next to his son.

Jon sighed, finally confessing, “I've been having dreams of my soulmate for the past few months.”

“Oh?”

“But, every time I wake up, their memories just... vanish.”

“Hm...” Clark responded, understanding Jon's frustration. “I was about your age when I started having dreams of your mother. Of course, I thought it was Lana at the time.”

“You said before. I figured it was because of her name, but at least you remembered something. Even a name. But, I don't even know mine's name or anything. I tried leaving a notepad on my side table, but every time I wake up, my soulmate and the dream is gone,” Jon cried, hugging his legs tightly in frustration. Clark hugged his soul warmly.

“It's alright, son. I never met your mother until many years after I had my first dream. You'll meet her.”

“Erm... I don't know if it's a guy either.”

“Him. Her. Son, you'll find this person. It might take years, but you will find something to remember when you have more of these dreams. Sometimes, with these things, you just need to wait it out,” Clark promised as Jon sniffed, nodding his head.

Jon wanted so much to remember who his soulmate is. He'd give anything to keep a memory, any part of his soulmate or even a name. He'd take a sliver of his soulmate that he would keep in his heart and lock it tight so he'd never forget it. Even if Jon had to wait years to meet this soulmate, he just wanted to keep something of this soulmate to remember forever until they meet.

The dreams came more frequently, but the memories of his soulmate were left a mystery. Jon would purposely take short naps just to see his soulmate and find something to remember. Unfortunately, nothing came, except some words. He couldn't remember the sound of that voice, but he remembered words. Jon wrote each and every one of them down that he could remember. They weren't much, but they were something. Some of these were words of endearment: Beloved and my Love. There was also that sound he did with his teeth.

“Tt,” Jon sounded, trying to match the sound he remembered from his soulmate. He wanted to remember this and lock it in his heart. “Tt.”

Damian had been having dreams of his soulmate ever since he moved in with his father. He had known about soulmates through his mother and grandfather. His grandfather often was the one to tell these stories, being his grandmother was his grandfather's soulmate. However, since leaving the Al Ghul's, he cared not for soulmates, except to reproduce eventual offspring, which this one would not be able to do. There were always other options, but outside of spreading his seed, he did not wish to partake in lovemaking.

It was annoying, because Damian was a lucid dreamer, meaning he knew it was a dream and remembered his dreams and soulmate perfectly. The first time Damian saw his soulmate, he was taken aback by the reality that his soulmate was not a girl. He had never thought or explored the possibility of mating with another boy. However, this one was special and did things to his heart and emotions.

Every moment Damian was with his soulmate, Jonathan Kent, they would being lying under the stars on a grassy field, riding on a horse or sitting on a tree together in the depths of the forest. Jonathan was always pushing Damian to become lost in their dream where they can be whatever they wanted. It was crazy, wild, fantastic and beautiful. There was so much color, so many diamond stars and those beautiful eyes that would stare right back before feeling a chaste kiss on his lips.

In order to release himself of this boy that would make him feel weak, Damian placed an enchantment so this boy would never remember their dream or what he looked like. He preferred it that way and it seemed that Jonathan didn't take much notice. However, he was beginning to act restless. Damian ignored it, not wishing to lose himself into this dream if he can help it. No matter what his heart was doing, he refused to allow himself to lose himself to this boy.

“Hey Dami,” Jon grinned playfully in Damian's dream, flying to Damian before lifting him from under his arms and up in the air.

“Put me down!” Damian commanded, squirming his way out of Jon's grasp, then stopped as soon as their hands touch.

“I don't want this to end, Dami. I want to remember you,” Jon said blissfully, almost pleading as Damian found his eyes on Jon's violet ones. He found himself lost in them, before turning red and looking away.

“Tt.”

“Hm?”

“Beloved, we're in a dream. Once we wake up, we will forget any of this,” Damian said, shyly gazing his eyes back to violet ones that showed true determination.

“Then, I'll find something to remember forever. I want something to take with me,” Jon said quietly and something about his voice made Damian's heart skip.

“Tt.”

Why did Jon always do this to him? They haven't even met and already Damian's heart was doing backflips. It was only a matter of time before they woke up and Jon would forget all of this. So, why did Damian not want to wake up? Why did this fleeting dream feel like a nightmare from the thought of waking up?

The moment Jon met Damian for the first time, he knew it was his soulmate. It was a mix between a dream and a nightmare with all the fighting. However, Jon felt himself continually gravitating to Damian every single time and they could never avoid each other. Not even Damian could avoid Jon. He had eventually stopped using the spell on Jon to remove his memories of their dreams.

Jon never called out or pointed out Damian using any spell to remove memories of their dreams together. If anything, it seemed as if Jon was becoming more affectionate and loving. Damian had to ask.

“Why?” Damian asked in a quiet voice.

“Hm?” Jon asked, whose head was leaning on Damian's shoulder.

“Why do you remain with me? I'm... I know you remember our dreams together,” Damian said, looking away shyly, while still feeling Jon's fingers lacing through his.

“Yeah. I also knew we'd meet eventually. You are the son of Batman.”

“But... aren't you angry I made you so anxious for all these years?” Damian asked, glaring at Jon, who wouldn't help but smile brightly with big violet eyes.

“Not really. Even in our dreams, I knew I would meet you one day and show you that no lack of memory of you would change how I feel. You're my soulmate and I will always meet you in our dreams.”

“Jon...” Damian said in a whisper as Jon hummed. “Please don't leave me.”

“Never,” Jon promised in a whisper, placing a single kiss on Damian's lips.

It felt so real as if those lips belonged together. Damian wanted nothing more than to sleep again, knowing Jon will always meet him in his dreams.

“Say it again,” Jon pleaded as Damian rolled his eyes.

“Tt,” Damian responded, making Jon hum.

[frjimdefroque]

Jim shook his head.

“No, it’s fine, I really needed to get the weight off my shoulders.”

He looked at the ground, letting out another deep breath.

“He doesn’t hurt people so he can change. He hurts people because he cannot change. He’ll keep hurting people until it has consequences, and unfortunately there have been no consequences because there’s no solid evidence that he’s the one behind everything. All the people who might have solid evidence are being manipulated by him. It’s a tough situation, and I’m just gathering information from him, trying to find ways to get him to stop. It’s painful sitting aside and learning about the deaths, and it’s painful not being able to do anything, I really hope my instincts are correct when they say that he’ll get… better.”

Maple had been working on clearing out Sister imperators office, reminiscing.

Then she saw something out of the corner of her eye, was that a 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 priest!? She hadn't heard of anything concerning a Christian. So, she automatically assumed a trespasser trying to gain knowledge.

She quickly stood up and went to him

"What do you think you're doing here!? Who invited you!?" Maple said, paranoid but also concerned.

@ask-mapleghoul

Jim turned to look at her, feeling embarrassed.

The first time I decide to wear my own clothes, I’m already getting spotted.

“Don’t worry, kiddo, I promise I’m supposed to be here. It was erm.. Co- Frater who invited me, for the New Years party, but I haven’t been able to make it home because of the tire-slashing incident.” Jim acted like he had rehearsed this, like he knew he was going to be asked a question like this.

“Don’t worry, I promise I’m not some.. spy or whayever,” Jim smiled nervously, raking his hands back through his hair.

[alxclaremont]

took a nap to give me the energy to clean my room and pack. woke up feeling every single emotion known to mankind and with a feeling of loneliness so crushing i almost went back to sleep just to ignore it (all of my roommates have left to go home before me and i have been left to my own devices for less than 24 hours). scrolled through twitter and had a moment about landoscar. played roblox a bit. decided to scroll through tumblr. had a brief moment about norstappen where i have now decided i am doing my annual presentation night over BOTH the landoscar and norstappen thesis. this has all happened in the span of 4 hours. i have not moved more than an inch. it is 2 am. i have to leave my apartment at 11 to get to my 12 o'clock class. i'm leaving directly after and have no time to do anything. fuck it we ball i guess

[an-ruraiocht]

trying to resist the urge to unravel this blanket and start again bc i messed it up a bit and don't know how to only unravel it slightly on account of being really bad at knitting. i stg i counted my stitches so carefully in the early stages and yet none of the "squares" are the same size. why do some of them have 11 stitches now when they started out with 10. why are the transitions between knit and purl so fucked up. help

[ruvviks]

– COMMISSIONS!

the pictures say it all but tl;dr my laptop died and i had to get a replacement and now i'm a bit short on money so i'm opening up commissions :]

– QUICK FACTS.

ocs only, won't do mecha / furry / explicit content but will do humanoid fantasy races / cyberware / mild injuries or blood

i reserve the right to say no to a character when it's too far above my skill level

payment up front through ko-fi, no refunds, dm me before paying because you'll need to claim a slot first!

i need visual reference(s) to work with, using picrews for this is fine, encouraged even if you can't provide me original artwork! i refuse to use a/i art as reference so please don't send me that

– I'M INTERESTED! WHAT NOW?

please dm me on tumblr and tell me what kind of commission you're interested in (sketch / lines / colors + head / bust / half body) and for which oc, preferably already with a link to some visual refs so i can take a look :]

i'll then let you know if you've claimed a slot; if so, we can discuss details + payment and i'll get started! if all slots are full i can put you on a waiting list and i'll notify you once i've worked through my queue :]

the finished piece can in some cases already be done in a day but may take up to a full month depending on how busy i am and if my brain allows me to work, i have executive dysfunction and am in the middle of my graduation project so please be patient with me

ko-fi: ko-fi.com/nuclearvessel

– WHAT YOU'LL GET.

digital artwork of your oc :] you won't receive any physical goods!

you're allowed to post it wherever and use it for icons and such, as long as you don't take credits for the art yourself. you are not allowed to sell it or use it for n/f/t or a/i purposes

[theyreinsensibleshoes]

im so scared. i'm so so so fucking scared.

[sunnibits]

need to play baldurs gate soooo bad rn but I have to “prepare for college” and “sleep” 🙄

[skitskatdacat63]

I just read through your Matador!Nando au and I’m absolutely obsessed, and I thought you’d appreciate this little bit of trivia: matador outfits are commonly called “traje de luces” (literally “suit of light”) in Spain. Also, and this is just a bonus since you’re so into this whole au, you might like the 2012 film “Blancanieves”, by Alain Bainée, which is a bullfighting take on the classic Snow White tale. Enjoy!

HELLO YAY IM SO GLAD!!!! (me @ me: got another one boys...) please come join me in brainrot hell 🙏

Traje de luces yes!!!!! Makes me insane that they're called that, suit of lights ;;;;;; Makes me weirdly pleased that such a violent masculine sport is also obsessed with being flamboyant, the most flamboyant even. "Yes we will fight bulls. Wear protective clothing? No. We will wear sparkly, embroidered suits, as tight as you can make them btw, and call them ✨️traje de luces✨️" And not only are they sparkly, the embroidery designs are often flowery as well!!! Also, there's something about the juxtaposition in pictures where their incredibly beautiful, intricate, flashy suits are all ripped up and soaked in blood. Makes me insane perhaps! But yeah I originally "started" this au bcs I saw a thirst tiktok of matadors and remembered I once talked about Nando wearing a traje de luces, and was like OH HEY YEAH I SHOULD DRAW THAT. And like with all other things, I ended up getting obsessively into it and researched a bunch, so, yeah :] now it brainrots me :] severely :3

I just looked up that movie and I am absolutely frothing at the mouth after seeing the main character w short hair wearing the suit 😵‍💫😵‍💫 do you want to kill me!?!?!?! Do you want me to die!? Definitely will watch, thank you!!! If it wasn't 6 am, I'd get right on it....

Also as a gift back to you, here's the one I imagine Seb wearing. I've drawn Fernando twice atp so like, I don't need to post anymore pics depicting inspo for him(will draw more of course), but I've yet to draw Seb, so here !

The design of the embroidery and, actually just the cut of the whole suit itself, reminds me of lederhosen. And green for Aston of course :)

[crescentfool]

i think something that is important to me to remember is that there are small ways i can do things to spark joy for myself and others without waiting for someone else to do it... (conjures up little sparklies from my hands) life is so whimsical!!!

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

I keep making it to floor 8 of the volcano dungeon in stardew and running out of time in the day 😭

I just wanna unlock the forge 😭

[s0dium]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗

A/n: Almost kinktober guys ;) Synopsis: How many rounds can JJK men go for? Characters: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Choso, Sukuna Ryomen Warnings: Doggy, mating press, multiple orgasms, sub space, overstimulation, dub-con, photo taking, cock warming, nipple sucking, finger sucking, breeding, unprotected sex, virgin!Choso, mentions of masturbation, pussy drunk men

☆ Gojo Satoru: 3-4

The longest three rounds of your life

You think he can stop just cumming in you once? Hell no. The best part about sex is when he can see his cum oozing out of you with each push.

Also loves overstimulating himself until he is a groaning mess.

Unfortunately for you, Gojo Satoru is NOT a one-minute man.

"Awe come on don't go zoning out on me now~"

Gojo's voice is teasing, a low, melodic coo that slides into your ears as you struggle to focus. His grin is wide, almost predatory, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans in closer. You’re hazy, breathless, your mind clouded with pleasure, barely able to register the words.

"S'cant... feel too...” You mumbled and thrashed against Gojo's hold, forcing him to pin your wrists together above your head while he pistoned into you with brute force. Sure it's only the second round for him but for you, he's brought you over the edge more than your poor poor body can handle.

Your body feels completely spent, trembling with overstimulation as your legs, sore from the constant tightening and untightening, hang limp in Gojo's grip. He’s folded you in half, his hands pressing your legs against your chest, locking you in place with ease. The room feels heavy, a warm haze clouding your thoughts as you realize you’ve been drooling, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure to even care.

“Feel fucking amazing Jesus Christ.” Gojo manages to groan out between pants followed by a string of curses. Every time he leaves the clutch of your cunny, his cock is coated in a thick shiny sheen of creaminess, and when he snaps his hips back in, it settles right at the base of him, painting your puffy pussy lips as well. Gojo effortlessly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into you with each forceful thrust. The new angle, paired with the relentless pace of his hips snapping against yours, sends you spiraling dangerously close to the edge. Your grip on the sheets falters, hands slipping as tears streak down your flushed cheeks. Your mouth hangs open, drool pooling beneath you, completely mind-fucked and overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes every inch of your body.

Your limbs have no strength left to resist—no, you don’t want to. Every nerve in your body is thrumming, begging for more as you let him take control. His every movement draws out a fresh wave of sensation, each thrust sending you spiraling closer to that next high. You can’t stop it—there’s no chance to. Your body is his to use, to pull pleasure from again and again, and all you can do is surrender to the bliss as it builds, crashing over you uncontrollably.

"Come for me baby," Gojo coos. "I'll cum in you and if it spills we can start all over again."

~

☆ Toji Fushiguro: 6

First three you are riding him and doing all the work.

Then when your legs give out thats even he fucks you silly

He is so big :( Sometimes he has to let you cock warm him for a bit so you can catch your breath

This is it you where going to die.

You were going to be fucked to death.

"Shhh, stop crying would you? Yer' taking it like a champ I promise."

Two big hands come up to your face to wipe the hot tears streaming down your face. Your body is trembling uncontrollably, every muscle quivering as waves of pleasure leave you numb and overwhelmed. It’s like your senses have short-circuited, leaving you shaking, barely able to register anything beyond the intense, lingering sensation pulsing through you.

Even though Toji is unmoving inside you, your pussy cannot stop spasming from the pleasure of his fat tip pressed up against your g-spot. Even if he wanted to pull out right now, Toji doubts that your cunt would give up the vice grip on his cock. Coincidentally that meant that he was keeping you plugged with 3 loads of warm sticky cum in your tight walls.

"Fuck still so tight baby, you want me to fuck you more don't you?" Toji's voice is a low, teasing coo as his focus shifts to your breasts, his tongue flicking over each hardened nipple, tracing slow, lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. One hand squeezes your breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other glides over your sides and stomach, his touch warm and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. With all the strength you can muster, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you so that you can feel his cock push impossibly farther into you, and he moans into your breast, biting your nipple softly. 

Then, without releasing your nipple from his mouth, he begins the slow roll of his hips into your sloppy cunt. Toji's hips move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each roll pressing him deeper into you with a tantalizing, unhurried pace. His movements are controlled, almost teasing, as he grinds against you, making you feel every inch, every pulse of his dick as he draws out your pleasure with each smooth thrust.

"Just take it m'kay? You can handle it."

~

☆ Geto Suguru: 4

Geto is a real fiend

The breaks between sex consist of him drinking water and kissing the water into your mouth. After that it's right back to fucking.

Loves taking photos of his cum oozing out of you. Looks at it when he is bored.

“So pretty….”

Drool dripped from your chin onto the pillow below, mixing with the tears streaming from your eyes, which were rolled back in bliss. Your breath hitched the moment Geto's hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to catch his gaze out of the corner of your eye. As your eyes lock, a dark, knowing smirk curves on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. You were finally getting used to the dizzying, mind-numbing pressure of his tip crashing into your cervix—but the bad news? Your legs were completely numb, trembling and useless beneath you.

 “Did you hear what I said doll?”

 Whatever was left of your mind tried to reign back its focus on the man pistoning into you from behind, but as it turned out, there wasn’t much. The friction of his cock dragging against you was unbearable, even with the syrupy cum soaking the walls of your quivering pussy. All you could do was dizzily nod, earning a chuckle from Geto while he eyes the way your hips instinctively raise so his cock can sink even deeper into you from behind. If you could only know the heaven your cunt you're putting his mind in, he is sure you'd be the one smirking. Geto even has to bite harshly on his lip to stop himself from whimpering every time your sticky pussy spasms from pleasure.

The euphoria came in waves of electric current that pulsed through your sloppy pussy and the only thing keeping you grounded his loads of warm sticky cum dripping down your thigh.  

 “Come on speak to me baby, I've only come two times, we've barely even started.”

 The wet sounds of Geto's dick slipping in and out of you filled the room and your senses. His cock filled you so much better than your hands ever could, hitting that gummy spot inside your walls over and over again perfectly, and you wondered how you were ever satisfied with the way you masturbated before you met him.

 “I’m a lucky man arent I? To have such an obedient baby with such a pretty pussy.” His hand comes to your face to caress your cheek, and you nestle into his touch while his thumb wipes away your tears. Your too busy immersing in the warmth of his palm to notice the flash of light and the sound of a shutter above you. Even when you turn your head back in curiosity, all you see is Geto staring at the screen of his phone with a lazy grin spread on his face.

~

☆ Choso: 2

Give this man a break! He's a half century old curse who has never fucked before!

You should be glad that he didn't cum by just slipping his tip in, because oh god lord he is seeing colors.

Choso swore he wasn't a whimpering man. Nothing that good could ever make him stumble over his words like a schoolboy. But Jesus Christ, he was not expecting you.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” Choso groans hoarsely. You felt good? Try god-like, Choso's mind was in euphoria right now. His hand or a fleshlight could never compare to the way your gummy walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.

"M'feel good Cho~" You whine, head thrown back against the plush pillow. The stretch was delicious. It had you squirming and writhing and you couldn't help but tighten as your body tried to push out the large foreign intrusion. You gasped when you felt his tip smush against your cervix, little bolts of electricity being sent through your stomach as he pressed against you.

Choso was slow at first, wanting to still admire the way your cunt swallows him up, the fat of his head has a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being. He whines at how hot you are on the inside, but he’s quick to change to a faster pace.

Choso’s voice comes out in a deep, breathless groan, his grip tightening as he leans closer, his words heavy with need. "W-wanna do this all the time. Every day, baby," he rasps, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, completely lost in the sensation. Each thrust seems to pull the words from his lips as if he can’t hold back, his body trembling with how good it feels. The thought of having you like this, over and over, only spurs him on, his pace quickening as he grinds against you, desperate to make this moment last forever.

Unable to handle the sensation, your hands grab his shoulder and grip them for dear life. Choso doesn’t let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so so good, he’s not even thinking when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.

“Your gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gotta lot of time to make up for, you gonna be a good girl and always make me feel good right?”

~

☆ Sukuna Ryomen: Lord have mercy

It depends.

Its either the longest no-break sex marathon of your life or 6 even seven rounds with small breaks in between.

Unfortunately, Sukuna is a sadist, it's a headcanon that he might prioritize his pleasure over yours. Combine that with his godly stamina and you have an insane combo.

Kneeling helplessly, both your wrists pinned behind you by just one of Sukuna’s powerful arms, you can only brace yourself as he thrusts into you from behind, each powerful movement sending shockwaves through your body as he effortlessly controls your every breath, your every tremble.

"C-cant do this!" you cry, your voice breaking as Sukuna's grip tightens around your wrists, holding you firmly in place. Your legs are sore from this kneeling position and the angle that his cock hits you is so euphoric it's almost painful from the sheer collision. Sukuna chuckles darkly, his pace relentless as he leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your neck.

"Oh, but you will," he growls, each word dripping with wicked amusement, his hips driving into you harder. "You don’t have a choice."

You can only wail in response, the sound escaping your lips uncontrollably as the overwhelming pleasure consumes you. Every thrust sends a wave of heat surging through your body, your mind going blank as Sukuna fills you completely, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. The pressure builds with each deep, forceful stroke, your body trembling beneath him, and all you can do is surrender to the intense, all-encompassing bliss that threatens to pull you under.

"Such a good girl, you're a natural submissive, aren't you? Or maybe you just loved being fucked like the slut you are."

How much time has passed? You can’t even tell anymore—everything blurs together in a haze of pleasure and heat. The rhythm of Sukuna’s relentless pistoning becomes the only thing grounding you, your mind foggy and lost as your body responds to him instinctively. Each second feels stretched out, an eternity of raw sensation as you teeter on the brink, utterly consumed by the moment.

"Gonna fuck you like this till I’ve had my fill, got that?" Sukuna’s voice is a low, dangerous growl in your ear, the words sending a shiver down your spine as he presses deeper.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

feeling the Spring Cleaning energy i think i need 2 redo my blog format soon

[astrxealis]

i'm so angry at myself sometimes for how obviously i would have become an astarion lover

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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … you’ve never been eaten out and matt’s never tried…so firsts all around

ᥫ᭡ … you and matt had been hanging out in your room for the past hour. you had just gotten home and he decided to stay over for a bit.

you were watching a show that had a tiny sex scene in it.

“it cannot be that good.” your jaw was dropped as the actress was screaming.

matt laughed at your comment. “that guys ego is definitely high if he’s getting a reaction like that.

“yeah, like she’s practically screaming and shouting. although, who am i to judge. i wouldn’t know.” you shrugged. “but i mean if she’s screaming that loud at being eaten out, imagine how good the sex is.”

unfortunately that comment you made had matt fantasizing about how it would be to eat a girl out and it was odd because he saw you as the girl.

he was fidgeting with his shorts as he felt himself harden at his thoughts. he decided to try to ignore it until you asked him an interesting question.

“had a girl ever screamed like that when you had given her head? i’m curious.” you popped a popcorn in your mouth.

he hesitated. “u-uhh, i’ve never really…” he didn’t finish his sentence. you gulped.

“really?” you asked in shock. “sorry, i just…i’d just thought that you have.”

“no..have you ever..you know..” he didn’t want to say anything else.

“ever…” you were waiting for him to ask.

“been eaten out.” he blurted. his boner making things worse.

“oh! um no i haven’t. i’ve like imagined it but nope, never happened to me.” the movie was the least of both of your worries now that you were both thinking of the same topic.

matt couldn’t help but imagine how you’d be in that situation. someone’s head in between your thighs — preferably his head.

“all quiet now.. have i made things awkward.” you pretended to wince.

“oh, no sorry i was just thinking… i kinda wanna know how to. like how to eat a girl out, it’d be good to have some experience i guess.” he confessed.

“uh huh…” you nodded slowly. “maybe…you can practice? on me.”

his eyes widened at your proposal. “you don’t think it would be a little weird?”

“no, im just gonna tell you what feels good and then we’ll both get what we want! given you make me cum, duh.” you laughed.

keep it cool. you thought.

“are you sure?” matt asked again, not wanting for this to be something you’d regret in the near future.

you nodded and that’s how you got to the position in which you were leaned against the headboard waiting for matt to take your underwear off.

“go ahead.” you reassured him as he toyed with your waistband.

“okay.” he whispered pulling your panties down slowly.

the suspense of the situation had you aroused. you were excited but at the same time nervous. you kept telling yourself, he’s your best friend, it’s okay. he won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.

your pussy and matt were face to face. he gulped a little intimated because he wanted to be good at it.

“sooo i just, go right in?” he asked pursing his lips.

“i guess so… maybe idk, foreplay? or wait is this considered foreplay?” you asked confused.

“i don’t- im not sure.” he said, unable to tear his eyes away from your center.

“okay, so maybe like use your fingers first?” you knew it was seconds away from being awkward.

as you were about to just say forget it you felt matt’s finger ghost over your leaky hole. he gathered some of your arousal and lathered it over your clit. he then continued to stimulate your clit. your legs bucked up at the sensation.

“am i doing okay?” he whispered, the only thing illuminating his face was the sunset lamp in the corner of your room.

“y-yeah.” you moaned slightly, as he continued to stimulate you. you looked down at him, his fluffy hair and his beautiful eyes. the sight alone had you wanting to just-

your thoughts couldn’t even complete because you felt matt’s hot tongue on you. you let out a deep breath as you leaned back and closed your eyes at the pleasure.

his tongue flicked over your clit as he looked up at you for reassurance that he was making you feel good. while matt was taking his time, his thoughts were elsewhere enjoying the way you tasted. in seconds he was devouring you, addicted to the way you tasted.

he licked a long stripe over your center pulling your thighs toward him. he sucked on your puffy clit. “r-right there. fuck—” your eyes tightly shut.

“you taste so fucking good…” matt muttered against you. he was consuming you. it was as if he lost all control in himself. he couldn’t get enough. “tell me how good i’m doing.”

you nodded quickly. “you’re doing s-so good.” you threaded your hands through his brunette hair. yes you had fantasized about this situation — not with matt specifically but this situation for sure.

matt’s ego boosted as a spurt of whimpers escaped you as he entered his middle finger in you. he pumped it in and out whilst continuing his previous work on your clit. he had been doing so good, you were on the verge of cumming.

matt could tell too — by the way your thighs were starting to close around his head and shake. he didn’t know how he had lived without the taste of you on his tongue. he didn’t ever want to stop. he wanted to do this everyday of his life.

you tried to blurt out the words but you struggled; sensitive to how fast he was flicking your clit. he looked up to see your struggle and grinned against you.

“go on, cum on my tongue. i wanna taste it.” he begged. matt needed to taste you. he enjoyed seeing you writhing underneath him. the way you were struggling to grapple onto reality.

you nodded finally feeling your body seize up as your orgasm washed over you like a big wave. you were tugging on matt’s hair trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy but your orgasm made him want to push you further.

you had begun to feel so sensitive you tried to push his head away as much as you could while whining. “f-fuck — sensitive matt.” you begged and he finally pulled away.

your chest was heaving up and down. you had started to slow your breathing and opened your eyes. matt with your shiny substance drooled and covering his mouth and chin. he had a smug grin on his face symbolizing he was definitely pleased with himself.

“please tell me you’ll let me do that again.” he licked his lips.

you took another deep breath and combed through his hair with your hand. “how could i not?”

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Put into a state similar to predator-induced stress in prey animals because one of my friends has unexpectedly shown up in my suitemate’s room