#enjo ass

[motions1ckn3ss]

tiktok comments: the gifts that keep on giving

[mellybabbles]

May I ask for the one and only Killer Sans?

"We're gonna have a great time~"

So I totally decided "why not animate it rq" real quick was a lie, this took hours and it was totally fuckin worth it @swiftmitsu he's at your door bro, let him in (don't rip off the door on accident-)

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas Please do not repost my animations

[leascno]

no context but this is where i’ve been at this week

[maggie44paint]

enjo ass and granola bar

[moonstruckme]

Hi! Could I request a plus size!reader with James? Maybe where she gets upset because she can’t wear his clothes and she can’t do cute little girlfriend things like him picking her up and stuff like that?

Thanks for requesting babe!

cw: size insecurity

modern au ig because new girl

James Potter x plus size!reader ♡ 956 words

“I’m kind of thinking of jumping back to season four,” you call towards the bedroom. “Jess is about to leave for jury duty, and I don’t like those episodes as much.” 

“Pretty sure you’ve got them all memorized anyway,” James says back. “Why don’t we just watch Friends instead?” 

Your mouth twists even though he can’t see it, but luckily, the feeling behind the expression carries in your voice anyway. “Because it’s not as good.” 

“Okay.” James rolls his eyes lightly as he emerges from your bedroom, now clad in pajamas to match you. “We can do New Girl again, but I need my pillow, please.” 

You sigh heavily, feigning reluctance as you uncurl your legs from underneath you and prop your feet on the coffee table. James hurries over, sprawling out on the couch and settling his head on the cushion of your thighs. He’s due for a haircut. His thick curls spread out around him like the sun’s rays. He smiles up at you, dopey, and you tamp down a grin as you start the episode. 

Not ten minutes in, there’s a flashback about when one character was in college. Bigger, dorkier, romantically inept. It’s played for a laugh. You glance down at James. He’s wormed a hand under your leg and is kneading the fat there like putty. It’s an absentminded gesture, nothing critical about it, but you wonder if he’s correlating you with the actor on screen, bumbling and the butt of the joke in his fatsuit. 

You comb a hand through James’ hair, and he looks up, catches you watching him. He’s never been one to mind being observed. He shoots you a smile, catching your hand with his other and pressing it to his lips. 

You smile back. “Do you ever wish you had a skinny girlfriend?” you ask him. 

If he’s surprised by the abruptness of the question, he doesn’t show it. “Nope,” he answers. “Never. What would I do for a pillow?” 

You consciously keep your smile in place, fixing your eyes back on the screen. The one character is telling the story of how embarrassing it was to lose his virginity. Like sex was borderline impossible, just because he was chubby. 

You feel James’ head shift on your legs, and look down to find he’s turned towards you. “We manage just fine,” he whispers conspiratorially. 

You exhale amusedly through your nose. “Yeah? I don’t near crush you every time?” 

“It’s really cute that you think you could, lovie.” 

You roll your eyes, letting them land on the TV. “Sometimes I wish I could do more…quintessential girlfriend stuff.” You can feel James’ eyes on you, but he keeps quiet. “Like when girls steal their boyfriend’s hoodies and stuff.” 

You look down, and James’ eyebrows have lowered slightly. “You could borrow my hoodies if you wanted to,” he says. “Angel, you know I think you’re the perfect size, don’t you? Do I not tell you that enough?” 

You give him a little smile, shoulders coming up bashfully. (He does. He makes little comments all day long—how pretty you look, how he loves your thighs, how soft and warm you are when you’re cuddling, how lovely and squishable your ass is in his hands.) “It’s not you,” you say, “it’s just hard not to think about those girls who, like, drown in their boyfriends’ clothes, you know? And your stuff fits almost tight on me.” 

James looks at you considerately, nodding. You and he aren’t vastly different sizes, with James’ bulky frame and wide shoulders. You just…he treats you like you’re precious, but sometimes you wish you looked precious standing next to him, too. You wish he could pick you up with one arm or make jokes about you being tiny like a chihuahua or whatever else it is the boyfriends of petite girls do. 

“I realize this is rather selfish,” James says, “but I actually quite enjoy that I’m able to borrow your clothes from time to time.” He glances pointedly down at his shirt, which you now realize has been pilfered from your wardrobe. “And if it’s baggy clothes you’re looking for, I could always get a couple loose-fitting hoodies, wear them around and get ‘em all smelled up, and then pass them on to you.” You must look about as lovesick as you feel, because his smile returns, brown eyes sweetly knowing. “Does that sound like something you’d like?”

“Yeah,” you say, biting your lip to keep from beaming too embarrassingly. “Yes, please. Thanks, Jamie.” 

“Course.” He gives your thigh a hearty squeeze, turning his head to press a wet smooch to your skin. “You know, those other girls are missing out on things, too,” he says. “I doubt their boyfriends spend so much time lounging on them, and I know how much you love it when I make your legs fall asleep.” 

You snicker. “You’re right, I do love that.” 

James’ smile spreads wider at your response. “I know you do, lovie. All for you, of course. Also, I know it’s not a hoodie, but I have that one red jumper that’s pretty big on me. You know the one?” 

“Oh my gosh, yes!” You sit up straighter. “I totally forgot about that. Could I use it?” 

“What’s mine is yours.” 

“Thanks.” You scoot out from under him, and James sits up, upset. 

“Oi! Where do you think you’re going? I was comfy!” 

“To change,” you call back from halfway down the hall. 

“Never change, angel!” You roll your eyes at the stupid joke, grinning to yourself. “I love you just the way you are!” 

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Kengan Head Canon: Look At Me

Tsundere to yandere Raian Kure x Afab Reader x one sided Lihito

TW: unhealthy behavior, cursing, degradation, breeding kink (Kure family), baby trapping (mentioned), Dacryphilia, etc.

@bobawitch13

From the moment the two of you met, Raian hated you. He hated your smiling face and your soft words as you tended to his wounds. You were just a stupid nurse at the infirmary who was insistent on tending to his injuries despite how much he complained.

You were an annoying fly he wasn’t allowed to squash. A ray of sunshine that blinded him every time you’d sit beside him to tend to his injuries he sustained from his fight with Ohma Tokita. Raian was embarrassed to be taken care of like this… like he was a weak baby. He didn’t like the way his heart would skip a beat when you were around. Perhaps this was a new level of extreme dislike for him (certainly not a crush).

“I’ve told you to buzz off already.” Raian hissed as he shoved your hands away from changing his dressings. “I don’t need your fucking help.” But you pushed his hands aside to change the blood soaked bandages around his abdomen.

“Mister Kure, you don’t want your wounds to get infected, do you?” You asked him with a soft smile. He despised how demure you were. How kind you were, it made his stomach hurt. “I’m simply doing my job.”

“Do you enjoy this power you have over me? It won’t last long. Once I’m healed, I’ll destroy you-“ you cut him off with a frown, your gaze focused on the barely eaten meal on his table.

“Do you not like the food? I could sneak you some sandwiches if you’d like.”

“I don’t want a fucking sandwich. I want you to discharge me.” Raian rolled his eyes when you giggled at him. Why did his face feel so hot? Did you administer poison on him when he wasn’t paying attention- no. You were too stupid to do that. Too sweet.

“I’ll see what I can do for my grumpiest patient.”

“I am not grumpy, woman. I just don’t like you.”

Raian scoffed but allowed you to change them. As much as he hated you, you were right. He didn’t want an infection. He wanted to heal as fast as possible so he could get away from you. Or so he thought…

You started to bring him sandwiches since he barely touched his food. Yet he would still push the homemade sandwiches off to the side and eat them when you weren’t around. Raian didn’t want you to know he enjoyed them. That he didn’t mind your company all that much as the weeks went by.

At least until he realized you weren’t just sweet to him but to every patient you had. Especially to that Lihito guy. He was a fucking loser, why were you laughing at his stupid ass jokes? Why did you dote on that insignificant worm? Lihito was pathetic and he didn’t deserve your attention. Not like Raian did. He was strong and capable. He’d be able to provide for you… he’d be able to provide for children. Raian would- where the hell did these thoughts come from? Why was Raian thinking of continuing the Kure bloodline with you? You didn’t offer him anything to benefit him other than your softness… god dammit. Raian had a crush on you didn’t he? That’s why he enjoyed your company and wouldn’t hurt you. Raian liked how you treated him like a human being despite how many times he threatened you.

Raian began to call you into his room more often, just for stupid menial tasks. He wanted you to be with him more than Lihito. He didn’t like the way the other blonde looked at you. Lihito admired you like a lovesick puppy and Raian would be damned if you dated a loser like that. Raian beat the snot out of the guy, just for a warm up.

Yet you never looked at him like he was a monster. You patiently waited for him to ask whatever he wanted of you and you dutifully did you best to fulfill Raian’s wishes. You’d fluff his pillow for him or get him an extra blanket. You never complained no matter how mean he was… it made Raian want to push his limits with you. How far could he go until you got upset with him?

“Do you enjoy the attention you get from all the men around here?” Raian asked you when you arrived to his room with his usual sandwich. His silver irises scanned you up and down. His hands tightly clutched his water jug. “You seem to be fond of that loser.”

“Lihito isn’t a loser.” You sighed before you approached Raian to hand him the sandwich. “A little stupid, but he’s not a loser. I think he has a lot of heart.”

You jumped when Raian crushed the jug in his hand like it was a grape. The white haired man was now drenched in water and ice, but it did little to soothe the pissed off look on his face. Why was he so upset? It’s not like he was fond of you or anything… right? There was no way the Raian Kure had a crush on you. He was as mean as a hornet. With his permanent scowl, his horrible manners, and his sadistic tendencies.

“Mister Kure, I’ll go get you a new gown and some blankets-“ Raian suddenly snatched your wrist and pulled you to him so that your body now laid on top of his.

“I don’t like you hanging around other men.” Raian clicked his tongue at your confused expression. Of course you’d be confused, he was too. “I enjoy your company.”

“But it’s my job-“ Raian suddenly leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a demanding kiss. Your eyes widened in shock as he took advantage of your state of surprise. Yes… this was what he needed. To put you in your place. To make you understand just who you belonged to.

“Open your mouth.” You obeyed, the white haired man immediately spitting a wad of spit in your mouth. “Swallow.”

You obeyed in fear of him hurting you which made his eyes light up. Yes… this is what he wanted. Complete control over you. To see your sunny expression turn to one of fear.

Raian was quick to begin to undo his hospital gown. His hands guided your hands to run up and down his chiseled chest. He relished in the salty tears that fell down your cheeks. Baby you were making him so fucking hard.

“I’m going to put my fucking child in you. Aren’t you grateful a Kure has taken interest in you?” Raian’s tongue darted out to lap up your tears. “Trust me, you’re in such good hands.”

You tried to pull away when you saw Lihto but Raian roughly grabbed your cheeks. His palms squished your cheeks together as he jerked your gaze to be back on him.

“Look at me, (your name).” Raian hissed, his dark eyes permanently burned into your very soul. “Look. At. Me.”

[lovingjingyuan]

You betray Jing Yuan he gets back at you

I wanna be in-between his lap 😢 I like to write Jing Yuan stuff in my notes :)

You betray Jing Yuan he gets back at you for it

Warning: cock warning, spanking, nsfw, rushed af 🤷‍♀️

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You promised him you'll be back once he comes back from his expedition. it was a tragic when he came back. many lives were lost due to the Abundance war.

He was in a state where he needed you the most. yet the day he came back was also when you betrayed him, killing a secretary in the Divination commission, becoming a spy for the Abundance side.

You knew full well any admiration of the Abundance is a crime but you. Yet you went along betraying the whole entirety of the Xianzhou being banished from the Luofu and any Xianzhou ship.

You were marked for execution but Jing Yuan prevented that. Now you owe Jing Yuan for this. You caused him so much trouble and when you finally came back during the Luofu crisis he was over and jumping up from his seat.

You try infiltrating in the Luofu's affairs and plans but sadly you were bent across on Jing Yuan's lap. his hands on your left butt cheek.

His smirk was one of a proud man who wears after a victory of war.

"what are you doin-"

you were cut off by a hard and loud smack on your left butt cheek. you gasped loudly in pian. more smacks came. he was enjoying the way these tears tickle down your cheeks.

This was your punishment after all. for betraying the Luofu. You really think you'll be let free after what you did? what a joke.

Jing Yuan hands rubbed your ass in a tender manner almost as he felt guilty and cared for you. The moment you looked up at him he goes back to smacking your ass red.

"Ow!-"

that wicked sadist smile plaster on his face. he enjoed every moment of this. how humiliating and degrading. all of your dignity and self respect you had were gone.

Once he had his fun in his he laids you down on bed and climbs ontop of you.

"I missed you so much Baby. why you betray me like that?" he planted kisses along your neck. the next second he was balls deep inside you.

His thrust were harsh, rough, intense, fast and also loving in his words. to him he needed you in his life. this was his way of punishment.

He kisses your wet cheeks and lips as he fucked you intensely. His cock was so deep in you he saw the bulge of his tip and playfully pushes down on it enjoying the way you whimper and squirm on his cock.

He had you sitting on his lap in the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"Look darling i think this sword will be adorable for our future kid!"

"Baby why won't you kiss me some more?"

"Its hard to imagine you were the one who brutally beytayed the Xianzhou. you have such an adorable face!"

all those words escape past his lips while having you sit still on his lap. his left hand holding your waist while his right writes and reads the scrolls.

Maybe you're cock-warming him as he works. his cock deep inside of you while you warm up his cock as he works. you'll get rewarded if you behave though! how caring of him :)

"just stay still. one more paper. i promise to reward you after," he says as he force you still on his cock while you wiggle around on his cock making him grunt and grip onto the brush in his right hand.

next second you were bent over his desk getting rammed by his cock over and over for hours. your legs are sore! Jing Yuan will take good care of you though just give him your full attention! 💋

Jing Yuan is needy and love sick for your attention.

[mammons-lover]

Mammon: Luke, how much money do you have?

Luke: I don’t have any money on me.

Mammon: So, why are we hanging out again?

Luke: You said you wanted to learn how to bake? 🥺

Mammon: Uhhh, yeah, totally. But what if we made this a money-making opportunity?!

Luke: How?

Mammon: Duh, we sell the goods!

Luke: I guess, but we should hand them out to people who are hungry too.

Mammon: Okay... 😒

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Homeless Person: Hello there, please, I have no money but I’m so hungry.

Luke: Here you go, enjo—

Mammon: Nah man, nothing for free.

Luke: Mammon, you said—

Mammon: Listen, Luke, this guy could be pretending to be homeless for some free food.

Luke: He’s clearly not!

Mammon: Listen here brokey, get yo money up aight then you can get some goods.

Homeless person: But sir, I haven’t eaten in weeks...

Luke: MAMMON, GIVE HIM THE FOOD RIGHT NOW!

Mammon: LUKE, YOU NEED TO LEARN ABOUT MAKING MONEY. NOTHING COMES FOR FREE!!

Luke: HE NEEDS IT! I'M GONNA CALL SIMEON!!

Mammon: Fine, fine! Here’s your food, hope you enjoy.

Homeless person: Thank you so much... I knew I could trick YOUR STUPID ASS INTO GIVING ME FOOD! HAHAHA!! (Runs away)

Luke: Oh My Lord...

Mammon: SEE?! THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!

Luke (crying): I just wanted to do the right thing...

Mammon: Damn it, stop crying! Before Simeon pops out of nowhere and kicks my ass.

Luke (crying even harder): Why are people so horrible?!!

Mammon: Alright, alright, stop crying. You did a good deed, okay? Just for the wrong person.

Luke: Yeah, you’re right. I was trying to be nice...

Mammon (in a soft tone): Exactly. But, Luke...

Luke (wiping his tears): Yeah?

Mammon: You gotta pay up for that money we just lost, bud.

Luke: I’M CALLING LUCIFER AND SIMEON!!

Mammon: NOOO!!

(I have so much funny writing these omg)

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Halloween Party.

Summary: You have been held captive under Jack for about three months but what happens after you're finally free at a Halloween party one of his friends is throwing?

Warnings: Yandere Jack, Kidnapping, Obsession, Jealousy, Slapping, Hair Pulling, gagging, Penetrative sex, Rough bj, Praise, and aftercare

You guys were going to the party as Chucky and Tiffany that one of his celebrity friends was throwing. You were kinda excited because you had been cooped up in the house for a very long time.

You guys were going to the party as Chucky and Tiffany that one of his celebrity friends was throwing. You were kinda excited because you had been cooped up in the house for a very long time.

It was like yesterday you remembered being woken up from your home that you lived in by yourself being forced into a car and never being seen again by any of your friends or family.

At first, it was hard. You fought Jack a lot and he did not like it one bit. You did everything in your power to try to escape and that did nothing but get you shackled on the side of the bed you two shared together.

He would bring you drinks, food, and provide entertainment. That’s when he would open up to you more and that’s when you learned about his obsession for you. He first discovered you when you were leaving your job at a restaurant where you were a waitress at.

It had been really late and you were bringing food to the homeless people outside. That’s the first thing he realized that you were selfless; he didn't see that a lot in the industry he was in. After that, he made it a task to at least check up on you once a day. First, it was him checking up at the restaurant then it was him going to your school and last it was him going to your house.

When he learned that you were planning to move out of state he decided that he had to have you. So he kidnapped you and you have been with him ever since. This all happened about 3 months ago and you have not seen the light of day since then so you were kind of excited to go to this party.

You get out of bed and jump in the shower to wash up really quick. When you got out you made sure to moisturize your body with lotion and some cream. Then you move on to your hair and make it as similar to the character you were going as after that. You got started with your makeup, you went with a really dramatic effect because that was how Tiffany's makeup was.

Suddenly you felt rough but smooth hands around your waist you squealed as you felt wet kisses on your neck. “Jack, stop it!” you said as you giggled he stopped and took a look at you in the mirror. “You look really good baby, maybe a little too good,” he said with a deep laugh but you knew he wasn't joking.

With a soft pat on your ass, he let you know that it was time to go and you followed him down the stairs and into his car. On the way to the party, you were really nervous. This was going to be the first time that you were going to be out and you were going to be all around Jack's family and friends.

It made you wonder though. Did they know that he kidnapped you? Would they help you if they knew that he did? The more you thought about it, the more your heart would pound. Finally after what you guys were driving for, forever pulled up to a dark house decked out in Halloween decorations. The house looked like a real haunted house.

“When we go in here don’t tell anyone about what I did. If they ask how we met, tell them that we met at the restaurant you used to work at and we fell in love, okay?” he lectured you like a mother would do her kids before they went into a restaurant.

Nodding your head, you agree with him. “Okay, I’ll make sure I won't” after you assured him that he got out of the car and walked to your side of the door helping you out of it. You smile at how kind he was being “Thank you baby” you said intertwining your fingers together and walking into the spooky loud house.

The party was in full swing. People were everywhere, taking shots, and just enjoying themselves. It made you a little envious. You follow Jack around as he starts introducing you to people. So far you have met his best friend Urban and one of his other friends named Sunni. They seemed okay but you could tell they were drunk off their ass.

After you were introduced to them Jack announced that he was going to go to the open bar to get something to drink with you though his friends were going to stay with you but that was not the case they left as soon as Jack left and you were left all alone in a sea of people you didn't know.

Out of nowhere, a man in a mask walks up to bend down to ask you a question. “Are you here alone sweetheart? '' Looking around you try to find Jack and you see him chatting it up with a girl at the bar. Rolling your eyes you look back at the tall man. “It appears so,” you said.

The man was about to say something else until you felt a hand grab your arm. “What the hell is going on here?” Jack said voice full of answers you paid no attention to him as the man in front of you started to stutter.

“Oh, I'm sorry man, she said she wasn’t here with anyone” Jack chuckled shaking his head side to side and looking at you “Is that right?” he asks you and you just shrug your shoulders, completely provoking him. He dragged you away from everyone and into a room. Pushing you into it before slamming the door behind him.

“You are so fucking annoying all you do is try to piss me off,” He said shouting in the room that you guys were in. You didn't really understand what he was mad about. You thought he wanted you to go on and socialize. It's not your fault that people, especially men, could be weird sometimes.

“I don’t know why you're mad at me, he walked up and started talking to me. Maybe if you were actually paying attention you would have seen that but you weren't and you're not going to make that my problem.” Your words have obviously shrunk him because he looked at you like a madman.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” you said nothing waiting if he was going to continue. “I'm being so fucking foreal right now, who are you talking to, because it can't be me. I wanted you to socialize not flirt with the first guy that walks up to you, I'm the only person you will ever need remember that” he said standing you front of your face you could practically taste his words on your lips with how close he was to you.

“ Okay Jack I understand what you are saying, can we please not argue?” you said tiredly, just wanting the argument to be over. “Do you really because it doesn't seem like you do, if you did you wouldn't even have let him get the chance to talk to you.”

This was pointless and you were not going to spend your first time out of the house arguing with him so you started walking towards the door leaving him with the last word. Your hand is almost on the door handle until you feel Jack's huge hand on the back of your neck pulling roughly back towards him.

“Did you really think I was going to let you out of my sight again, are you that fucking stupid?” You smirk feeling a smart remark on your lips “I wasn't stupid when you kidnapped and stalked me was I ?” The grip on your neck he had was turning you on and you loved how rough he would get when he was angry.

He pushes you down on your knees and quickly starts to unbuckle his belt. “You have such a fucking smart mouth, since you wanna be go fuckin smart show me how smart your mouth can be on my cock you whore.” He pulled his cock and slapped the tip on your face a couple of times. You pull out your tongue and start licking on the tip before wrapping your whole mouth around the tip.

Jack's head immediately tilts his eyes to the back of his head. You move your head towards his pelvis until you feel your obsession pull out of your mouth. Looking up at him and through your eyelashes, you ask him “What wrong baby?” He let out a soft chuckle “I need to sit down for this princess. I'm already feeling too good.” He walks to the bed and lays down with his cheeks flushed red with his skin hot.

You follow him and get in between his legs with your ass in the air. He's looking at you waiting for your next move and you give it to him. Opening your mouth you grab his cock and put it on your tongue wrapping your lips around it once again.

“Fuck” he dragged out and his hands flew to your head his hand wrapping around your hair so tight your scalp was starting to burn and could see the veins in his hands from where you were. He slowly moves his hips into your mouth while also pushing your head up and down with his hand. Hallowing your cheeks you move your head faster and you begin to feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

You gag as you are pulled down all the way to his pelvis. “You're going to make me cum so much princess, you were fucking made for me” You look at him through blurry eyes, tears were quickly streaming down your face and all you would hear in the room is you chocking on his cock and him trying to control his loud moans letting out deep groans and whimpers.

SMACK! You moan feeling his large hand slap your face he immediately starts to rub it with his thumb afterward. “Don’t you agree with me?” he said full of hope you nod and choked again when his tip touches your uvula . Feeling your throat clench around his cock Jack slams his hips right into your face one last time before you feel his cum flood your mouth.

Trying to swallow the sticky and salty substance you gag when you realize how much it was. You open your mouth trying to breathe, planning to spit it out until you feel Jack's hand around your neck bringing your face to his. He flips you around. Now you're on your back and Jack is on top of you with his hand around your throat and he reaches his other hand to wrap around your mouth.

You could barely breathe now and you knew that if you tried to breathe out your nose it would not end well. “Swallow all of it now” he heard his raspy voice in your ear and his hand squeezed harder. You swallow feeling all of his cum travel down your throat. Once he knew you were done he removed both of his hands and traveled down to your bottoms and removed them.

“Spread those legs all the way ma” you do as he says sighing when you feel the cold air brush against your clit he moves in between your legs and you wrap them around his waist moaning as he rubs your tip on your pussy collecting your wetness and thrusting into one inch at a time.

He was completely stretching you out and you out a little whimper feeling his cock nudge your stomach. After a few thrusts, his hips start to move faster with you adjusting to his size. Your fingernails dig into the skin on his back when you start to feel his hips snapping into yours.

“Fuck jack baby slow down-” you plead your vision going blurry again and your skin feeling like 1000 degrees. He slows down hips still stroking looking into your eyes. “You got this baby you're a good gir- your my good girl right” you nod slowly looking at where the two of you were connected. He kisses you deep and hard, his lips feeling smooth on yours before he breaks it. He was still for a couple of seconds and you scream out a string of his name and a few cuss words as he starts to frantically thrust into you.

Hopefully, no one could hear your choked sops as you felt yourself about to explode into pleasure. “Jack I'm about to cum, please don't stop!” He continued to move at the same pace. “Cum all over this cock princess this is all you right here, I'm completely yours baby” with that being said your pussy quaked with your orgasm and you went completely blind all you were able to see was white.

With you clenching around his cock during your climax Jack comes a few seconds after filling you up with his cum. He pulled out once he saw you were quivering and started to give you soft kisses all over your face. “You did such a good job for me, baby, There's nobody else for me but you,” he said, holding onto your face still planting soft kisses on your cheeks and giving you one long peck.

You were still out of it but that didn't stop a smile from coming onto your face. He could be so sweet sometimes. He got up and made sure your clothes were on right before he put his clothes back on and laid back in the bed with you. He thought you deserved a quick nap.

ONE HOUR LATER

Jack jumped up as he heard your screams next to him and was met by someone dressed up as Jason with a machete with fake blood on it. Rolling his eyes he stands up and rips the mask of the mystery person revealing Urban, his best friend you had met earlier. “Bro you are way too old for this shit look at how scared you got my girl over there” Urban looks at you seeing you hide under the blanket. He let out a loud laugh.

“Shit my bad I was just trying to let yall know we're about to watch Halloween” Jack nodded his head “alright well be down there in a minute” Urban takes that and leaves the room. “Your friends are just insane as you are,” you said shakily finally coming out from under the blanket.

Jack laughed pulling out of your head and wrapping his hand around your waist because he knew you were going to walk wobbly. He led you down the stairs and onto the couch where everyone was sitting “You already know baby” he said, sitting you down on his lap waiting for the movie to begin.

[hyperfixationstation1]

Enjo ass definitely should’ve been at the club

[motions1ckn3ss]

girl who tf is cuferaque

[theshadowrealmitself]

About my last ask

Got two lads I want to know about

"who hasn’t realized yet that their Vulcan coworker is an alien, and keeps summing up their behavior as them being autistic like the oc or it being a religious thing as their coworker is clearly religious (they assume the Teachings of Surak is a religion) "

Because honestly this is my favourite thing ever. Also my brain is so stuck on *oh yeah, vulcans do just look like goth humans don't they?*

And also "Mostly just because I want Vulcans to come into contact with a knitted Sehlat and stop functioning for a second, I don’t want to look at everyone through a human lens but I still think coming across a small plushie that resembles your pet growing up is a universal want "

Because mmm funky ass interactions of "I made this for you?" "What? H o w???"

Idk if I'm explaining my thoughts correctly but my autism has latched onto your ocs

(Real quick, none of my oc’s are named because I’m terrible at naming 😭)

Unfortunately I don’t have too much for the first one, the main thing was just misunderstandings of them like, offering chocolate to their coworker and when they reject it, they assume it’s either a religious thing or they’re allergic to chocolate, so they take great care to not offer it again to not make them uncomfortable (especially if they want chocolate but aren’t allowed to, wouldn’t be nice of them to dangle a treat like that in front of them knowing they can’t accept it)

Their Vulcan coworker just thinks they’re the most accepting Human they’ve ever worked with:

very courteous of their personal space and eating requirements, tries to communicate with them on the same level (mirroring them), i.e., trying to avoid words that imply emotions, they don’t ever make them feel unwanted or like an outsider, but they also don’t ignore that they’re a Vulcan, they’re always inquiring about Surak and acknowledging the differences in how they view things since they’re from a different species (their coworker is actually just acknowledging how coming from different time periods and religions causes them to view things differently)

I got stuck on what would happen after awhile, I was thinking that maybe their other coworkers figure out what’s happening first based on how the Human coworker has phrased some stuff about their Vulcan coworker or Vulcans in general, but I couldn’t think of how I’d want the reveal to go down (other than the Human bouncing back immediately because I can’t stand the thought of the Vulcan coworker having to deal with the fact that the Human actually is freaked out by them being different species or anything like that) so this little au/story/thing is on the back burner for now

And for the second one, oh my god I haven’t thought about those ocs in awhile, they’re connected to a type of ocs I was making for awhile that included “Humans making videos that Vulcans watch for entertainment”:

So the premise was that this Human wakes up in the future (I forget the buildup, really need to write stuff down more often), and they’re trying to adjust to the fact that since the world is post-scarcity they can actually follow their interests, but also since the world has changed so much, they don’t even know how to enter their world of interests anymore (if that makes sense?)

While trying to acclimate to everything, they look into their hobbies to see how much has changed, and find out that knitting (both fortunately and unfortunately) hasn’t changed that much, like there’s way more patterns for Human stuff, i.e., more realistic patterns for earth animals, but patterns for non-Terran stuff? Nonexistent.

The Human starts filling this niche, coming up with patterns for them, and then making long “how to” videos with no cuts (they have no idea how to edit videos, so all their videos are real time how they made the item), and then they post it where it doesn’t really get a lot of Human views, but it starts gathering the attention of other species’ who all start to really enjoy learning this Human hobby

Because the videos are so long, the audio is the Human talking about customs and stuff surrounding knitting (like baby blankets for baby showers, making scarves for crushes in media, the “boyfriend curse”, etc), which leads to other Human customs, and gives everyone who watches it a new view of Humans, while the Human gets an appreciation for these other species that other Humans don’t normally get, as their first introduction to these species is searching up customs and stuff that other Humans don’t even think about as they try to see if there’s anything similar to Human knitting customs

(Like do other species ever gift handmade blankets to each other? if they did what’s everything surrounding them? like do different patterns and different colors have different meanings? can any of these blankets be recreated with knitting? etc)

I’m so upset that I forgot what the setup was with the Vulcan in this scenario, the main things I remember was them seeing the stuffed sehlat for the first time and just freezing, and the other thing was them knowing the Human before ever knowing that they knit and getting a crush on them through the videos after seeing how focused and competent they were while knitting

(I love Vulcans falling for wacky or whatever types of Humans, but I also like them first logically getting a crush on Humans after seeing them serious or competent in a way they never really thought of Humans being like, and then the crush getting worse after seeing them be silly and they don’t understand it)

Edit: I have another oc set that’s similar to this (like I said I have a lot of Human ocs that follow this outline) except: they specifically make miniature realistic figurines, they’re academic rivals with the Vulcan (huge misunderstanding, neutralness sometimes sounds like being an asshole especially when the other person has been having a terrible day and doesn’t know anything about Vulcans and them being neutral, but the misunderstanding eventually led to both of them considering the other one a rival)

And one of their rivalries is over getting this specific study room, the Vulcan thinks it’s the most logical place to study, and the Human uses the room to make their figurine videos and hates the idea of switching to a different room when they’ve become accustomed to this one, so the two keep trying to arrive earlier and earlier than the other one to claim it, even going to the lengths of underhanded methods (the Vulcan swears they didn’t mess with the coding on the door to not let the Human in when they got the key first that one time, but they totally did)

Eventually a professor steps in and forces them to share the study room, which leads to the Vulcan’s new fascination with these tiny figurines and then a fascination with the one who makes them (although tbh that fascination was already building while they were fighting over who gets the room first, the Vulcan just doesn’t want to admit to ever having a crush on such a hot headed Human)

[afraid-of-squadra]

May I please ask for poly la squadra headcanons (Sorlato included) with my Tira please

https://www.tumblr.com/crazyyanderefangirlfan/708253472236142592/tira-columbina

Also Hi I’m new

Hello!

This is a great amount of info to analyze, so I hope you forgive me if there’re any inconsistencies.

She is probably the closest with Risotto, Formaggio and Prosciutto. Risotto appreciates her softer side paired with professionalism. Prosciutto can discuss how to better other members’ skills and general well-being with her, coordinating their methods. Formaggio likes to mess with her, as he does with everybody else, but at least she’s actually fun.

Risotto is a very busy man that takes no nonsense from anybody. However, he is a little more relaxed in her company – her Stand is very strong, so at least he doesn’t have to worry THAT much about something happening to her.

Ghiaccio is always riled up, and the dolls do get on his nerves every time he sees them in the “wrong” place. He starts screaming immediately, the noise gathering others, and doesn’t stop until Risotto tells him to shut up or Melone manages to calm him down. The worst thing Tira can do is actually argue with him. He will apologize after an hour or so, of course, but for the love of God, have her keep the dolls out of the shared spaces strictly. They have an image to maintain.

Melone, on the other hand, is rather pleased with the dolls. Hell, he’d play with them if Tira asked. Illuso may mock him however much he wants, but if it makes Tira happy, Melone is happy as well. He is very curious about them regardless. Who made them, how long ago, how rare they are, do they have names, does she believe they’re haunted (he’s ecstatic if they are)… He wants to know everything.

Pesci is scared of the porcelain dolls. Barbies and such are fine, but those porcelain, possibly haunted ones… Illuso, Formaggio, Sorbet and Gelato forced him to watch one too many scary movies, please keep the dolls away from this guy or he might get a stomachache from all the stress. That mammoni…

Prosciutto is probably the most fitting and most similar to her out of the bunch. He has a lot of respect and care for her, his gallantry fits compliment her feminine visage, in public they look like a movie couple, and out of that, they probably coexist just as harmoniously, a few specific kinds of situations excluded.

Illuso is an ass, we all know that. No idea how Tira even tolerates him, probably wants to strangle him to death from time to time? He does tease her less than others, though, almost as rarely as he does Prosciutto, for an obvious reason – he knows she’d fight back. If he sees her angry or upset, he hides into the mirror and stays there. However, as rare and unusual it is for him to offer anybody comfort, Tira is probably the only person who gets such treatment.

Formaggio is a sweet guy while she’s on his good side. He doesn’t mind the dolls at all, even shrinking himself to their size as a joke. If she has a dollhouse, he will happily agree to shrink them both to hang out there (who’s useless now, huh, Illuso?). But if he’s in a certain mood or if they had a fight… Well, Formaggio is one of the crueler members of the squad. He won’t start a full-blown Stand fight (by God, he knows he’d lose), but he has many other ways to get on her nerves until they either have a shouting match or she gets so upset he feels bad and immediately tries to make up for his little shit ways.

Sorbet and Gelato are very hard to tolerate unless you are them. Sorbet is mostly just…silent. He doesn’t talk to people. He may love them as much as he is able to love, but he won’t talk to people unless he has something to criticize or money to demand. Gelato is extremely clingy. When he’s not glued to Sorbet, he’s glued to Tira, either following her around like a puppy (more like a bloodthirsty war hound, but anyways) or demanding to cuddle. And if she denies him, he gets upset, then angry and then vindictive.

However much she enjoys teasing others up to smacking them jokingly, Illuso, Risotto and Prosciutto would take none of this shit. Formaggio or Gelato may laugh it off, Melone and Sorbet just ignore it, Ghiaccio grumble but otherwise just take it, poor sweet Pesci is used to it. But Illuso WILL change her alarm to Barbie Girl and hide some of her stuff in the mirror world and Prosciutto WILL scold her for such a show of disrespect. Risotto will just give her a glare and silent treatment. They take their tough guy image very seriously. Especially Prosciutto.

Her kindest gestures do raise a lot of questions to others. Most sigh and move on with their life, Illuso and Formaggio may take a couple jabs at her, but… Sorbet and Gelato are dumbfounded, not in a good way. Sorbet thinks it is unwise (what do you mean, you entertain children FOR FREE?), Gelato, being a cruel man in general, may even sabotage it all. It’s not out of malice or spite (so they assure themselves), they are just concerned that she will “grow soft”.

Risotto and Pesci are by far the most accepting of her being generally a better person than them all. They find it endearing, a reason to love her more. As long as she does everything well, this is a good quality. Formaggio, Melone and Sorbet are always trying to push her to be a bit meaner. After all, if she’s a good person, they feel inadequate. They need to bring her down to their level.

Any time there is a fight between the guys, it eventually turns into “hey, Tira, tell him he’s wrong”, as if she is their mom or something. All in all, them being mostly very competitive as well, they ARE fighting for her attention from time to time (even Pesci tries to do that, except he gets shut down very quickly).

I hope you like these!

[grandpa-kita]

Random beybladers skiing - GIF edition

(Good Lord this one is superlong but I love them)

Takao "the Champion" nearly breaking his ass before even putting his ski on

Yuriy Ivanov getting a boost of adrenaline in his natural element

Boris/Bryan pretty high on adrenaline too

Fashion icon Mao/Mariah celebrating her first 10 minutes without falls

Daichi, who grew up in the mountains and has his own crazy style

Sergey having mercy of Julia Fernandez who has never been on a ski slope in her life, trying to show her how to reach the end of the day alive

Rick Anderson struggling just a bit

Raul Fernandez having it worse

Kai Hiwatari, a pro who learned skiing in St. Moritz and absolutely doesn't care about the others' struggles

Kenny, actually enjoing the day ❤️

Olivier at the happy hour, ready for a glass of champagne and a couple of oysters

Max turning into his beyblade after the happy hour

Yuriy having mercy of Julia at the end of the day and bringing her down after his whole team tried to teach her skiing and failed

[meetmyothersouls]

I’m your biggest fan & totally obsessed with the Halloween theme! Can I request 🔪Hotel of Horrors

You're so so kind! Thank you so much, never thought I'd have a fan :) This one's for you!

Hotel of Horrors

Warnings: creepy hotel, mentions of ghosts, curses and death, knives and lots of threatening

Timothee x first person reader

I'm pissed.

I slam my hand against the bell on a counter that no one sits behind. Not only is my room a mess, but it smells like a dead raccoons ass. I wish I was kidding, but it's pretty fucking bad.

"Hello?" I slam my palm once more on the bell, breaking it in the process. "Does anyone work in this shit hole?"

"I do," a shaky voice says as a body shoots up from behind the counter. He knocks over a vase behind him and barely saves it from shattering on the ground. He couldn't save the dying roses or the water from spilling out. "I do," he repeats.

His whole entrance startles me, and I step back a few inches. Did he not hear me torturing the bell sitting on his counter? And what the hell was he doing on the floor? A slew of other questions come to mind, but the timid man behind the counter starts talking again. He's tall, skinny and deathly pale. He reminds me a lot of a Tim Burton Claymation character. Dark circles surround his eyes rimmed in red and he licks his lips nervously. "S-so sorry, ma'am. I'm Tim Chalamet, a-a-and I run this establishment." His fist pounds on the counter and the action startles him even though he's the one who did it. "Wha-what can I do for you?"

"Well, you can start by chilling the hell out. You need a xanny or something? You're making me anxious as fuck, dude." Tim swallows hard as I speak. He looks around the lobby like a scared, tortured puppy, waiting to be attacked. By what? I'm not sure but he's gotta cut that shit out. "And second, have you or anyone else been in room 794? It's actually offensive."

"7-794?" Tim's shaky hands move to the keyboard of an old computer. He types what I assume to be my room number as his eyes bounce across the screen. "Oh," he says, his face draining of what color remained in it.

"Oh? What do you mean 'oh'?"

"N-nothing. Nothing. I'll gladly reimburse you and give you a new room for free. No one should be in room 394."

"And why is that?" I ask. He's peaked my curiosity.

Tim's hand shoots up and runs nervously through his hair, tousling it. He grabs a handful off it, but lets it go before he pulls any of it out. This dude is going through it. "Uhhh, died. Someone died in there. Multiple someone's actually."

"Multiple!?"

"Y-yes 34 to be exact. Rooms cursed. I'm so sorry."

I'm not sure if he's apologizing because of the mishap of me getting the room or the fact that there's a very grand possibility that I am now cursed myself.

Fuck.

"You're fuckin' kidding."

"No. No, sadly not." Tim shoots back down and pops back up with a new room key. 795. I can't help but roll my eyes. Like room 795 is any less cursed than its lovely neighbor 794. "Here's you're new k-key. Enjo-oy your stay." He drops the key on the counter and turns, making his way to a set of swinging doors, I assume lead to a break room of some sort. I've still got to get my stuff out of my old room, but at this point I'm too spooked to go by myself, but I'm writing a new book and need several of the things out of that room. Fuck, this place. I don't want to go alone. In my head I'm whining and stomping like a four year old. Tim has already disappeared behind the double swinging doors and I hear a TV flip on. I've got to convince Mr. Pantophobia to help me get my shit from the cursed room. I don't actually need help and I would usually never ask a man to help me lug my things around, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I pull my shirt down a little bit, exposing some cleavage.

"Tim? Hellooooo?" I knock on the wooden counter and he comes back out. Thank god. "Oh good you're still here. Okay, so...I'm probably going to need some help gathering my things." I see his pupils dilate as he assumes what I'm about to ask him. "Think you can help a girl out?"

His stutter gets worse as he reaches underneath the counter. He brings out a ring of keys and shakes vigorously. "S-s-s-s-sure. Yeah. Yeah sure." I know he doesn't want to, and he didn't even put up a fight when I asked. He didn't even look at my tits. We walk silently, to the elevator, and my curiosity gets the best of me.

"Sooo, you got any inside details on any of the 34 murders?"

Tim doesn't move his head but his eyes travel to the side until he's looking at me in what would seem like a painful manner.

"No."

Liar.

"Oh come on! You've own this place! You've got to know something about at least one of them!" I egg him on as he we arrive to the elevator. Tim uses a long bony finger to press the up arrow on the vintage elevator. It's definitely been upgraded since the hotel originally opened in the 50's, but they've kept the same old timey look to both the inside and the outside of the hotel. It would be really nice if the place wasn't so fucking creepy. Two sets of doors open and we step inside. They close slowly and Tim presses his finger against a round button with a number seven printed on it and we lurch upward.

"Th-this hotel has been in my family since it opened. We aren't sure wh-why it's plagued with misfortune, but we try not to dwell on it too much."

"Why not? History is history. It happened and it happened here, dude. You can't change that."

I'm actually shocked that this place doesn't get more business. I've not seen more than five people since I arrived here and that includes Tim. Usually haunted or cursed hotels bring in tons of business, especially when there's a possibility of catching a ghost on camera.

Tim is silent for a moment after my response, and it's probably because I'm fucking right and he doesn't want to admit it. But when he opens his mouth to speak, I'm not prepared for what comes out of his mouth or the chills that pepper my body.

"They don't like when we talk about what happened."

"Th-they who?" Great. Now I'm stuttering. The elevator dings and we come to a stop. Tim steps off and I trail behind him. He's giving me the creeps now and it doesn't help that the lights flicker as we walk through the hall of floor seven. "Tim, what does that even mean? 'They don't like when we talk about what happened.'"

We're in front of room 794 in no time, and I suddenly have the urge to just take my shit and leave all together. Tim's freaking me out and so is this creepy fucking hotel. I feel like there are eyes on me even though no one is here. Tim brings the ring of keys up to the knob and I notice he's less jittery, less nervous and for some reason that makes me more nervous. The fuck is going on? The key Tim separates from the rest is old, rusty and much longer than the others. It goes in with ease and twists only once until the door opens.

Suddenly this room is a whole hell of a lot more unwelcoming knowing it's cursed. Tim holds his hand out into the room as if to say after you and follows it up with a jerk of his head into the darkness. Why didn't I leave the lights on before I came downstairs to complain. I suddenly feel stupid that I requested his help to move my shit one door over.

"You know what? I think I got it from here. Thanks...for the escort."

"Nonsense," Tim replies, kicking the door shut behind him. "I'd be happy to help." He's no longer stuttering and his movements look confident and lethal.

I'm scared.

I'm shaking as I haphazardly throw my clothes back into my suitcase, not caring whether or not they're dirty or clean. I want to get out of this room and more importantly, away from Tim. Why'd he have to shut the door? The room seems stuffy now, and I'm sweating even though all I'm doing is throwing my shit back into my suitcase. I add my laptop and pocket my cell phone before I zip up my suitcase.

"Okay. Done. Let's go."

Tim has a half smirk on his face and one foot against the door behind him. He looks absolutely dangerous and I really, really miss it when he was afraid of his own shadow. "You want to know the real reason this room is cursed?" He asks, stutter long gone.

"N-no, I just want to get to my new room." I muster up the courage to walk toward him. He's skinny as fuck, I probably have more muscle than he does and can easily shove him aside, but when I come within a few inches of him, he stands up straight and towers over me.

Was he this tall before?

He's got a hand behind his back and when he pulls it out from behind him he reveals a knife. I mentally kick myself in the ass, knowing that's what he went behind those double doors for before we came up here. Damn it. He points the tip of the blade at me and I begin to walk backwards.

"I'll ask again, y/n. Do you want to know the real reason this room is cursed." He grits out the last word and pushes the blade into my stomach ever so slightly. I gasp at the contact, but play along. I have to play along if I want to get out of this.

"Y-yes. Yes I do. Tell me."

Tim pulls the knife away, but only so that the tip is no longer piercing the flesh of my abdomen. He cracks his neck and the sound of bones popping is overwhelming in this quiet room.

"Guess."

A tear slips from my left eye as my back hits the wall. No where else to go.

"I don't like guessing games, Tim. Just tell me."

"TOO FUCKING BAD," he screams, slicing into my jeans, making a clean cut into my thigh. It's deep enough to inflict pain but not deep enough to cause me to bleed out. He's got experience. "I do. Now, take a fucking guess or I'll push this knife so deep into your stomach, your organs will come with it on the way out."

A sob escapes my mouth and it takes me a minute to catch my breath.

I'm going to fucking die in here.

"You're taking to long, y/n." Tim raises his knife, the blade gleams in what little light shines from the heavily curtained window. "And I don't like to be kept waiting." He moves quickly, plunging it toward my stomach. I'm lucky enough to catch his wrist, and from sheer adrenaline alone, I'm able to hold him back and give him an answer.

"BECAUSE," I scream. "Because your family is batshit fucking crazy and you are the ones that kill here."

He smirks at me and I curse myself for even thinking that he looks the least bit attractive in this moment.

"Very good, y/n," Tim praises. "You know, I feel bad about this." The confusion must be evident on my face. He yanks his hand from my grip and uses the knife to scrape away the hair that's fallen into my face. "Don't be dumb. I mean the killing you part."

"Let me go then, you asshole." I'd love to knee him in the dick right now, but I don't. I want to leave this with as few stab wounds as possible.

"No. No, can't do that. Not when you know the family secret."

"Oh, geez. I won't tell anyone," I lie. He lets me go and I'm spilling my fucking guts.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before. You're very pretty, y/n, but lying makes even the prettiest faces ugly."

I roll my eyes. This is taking too long. "Just kill me or let me go, you fucking psycho."

Tim taps the knife on his chin, contemplatively. "I don't think I'll do either."

My heart sinks as I think of the torture he has planned for me. This has taken a sick turn and I'm feeling more and more hopeless the longer this goes on. Why did I have to go downstairs and complain. Why? "Then what the fuck are you going to do?"

"Marry me."

"What?" He doesn't like the tone in my voice and by the look on his face, he's feeling a bit stabby. "I-I'm sorry. I'm confused."

"You seem to think you have an option in this. You marry me and you join me in carrying on my family business. I put a few kids in you so they take over. Or I kill you. Make a choice and do it quick. I'm missing my show."

A million thoughts cross my mind. The main one being the fact that he thinks I'll let him close enough to stick his dick in me and get me pregnant. The next one being that either way, I never get to leave this hotel of horrors.

"You're taking to LONG, y/n."

Tim raises his knife again and I have no choice but to join him.

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[coldfanbou]

Mina spitroasted by G!P Momo and G!P Jihyo lewd thoughts?

Mina's body bounced back and forth between her members as they alternated thrusts. Momo thrusted into Mina's small mouthed getting her cock covered in slobber due to Mina's heavy use of her tongue. Jihyo spanked Mina when her ass bounced back toward her as it swallowed her cock. The two women enjoed the feeling of using Mina's body. Their hands often wandered her body, groping her tits or playing with her nether region. When it was time for them to cum, they buried their cocks in Mina filling her to the brim with cum. When they pulled out, she collapsed cum pooling as it spilled out from both ends.