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[rnbwtrout]

🔪Manipulate, mansplain, malewife🗡️

[ceoofyearning]

​i’m rattling the bars of my enclosure as we speak 😩

jjk men x gender neutral reader

author's note: The jjk brainrot continues and this is some crack headcanons that come from the dredges of my mind. Thank you @lady-phasma for checking this over for my first attempt at a gender neutral reader and thank you my beloved @ceoofyearning for verifying my interpretation of the jjk men isn't too OOC. 😆 Banners & dividers by me. 🖤 word count: 1.6k+

warnings: Sukuna is in this, so dubcon, edging, mentions of domplay, overstimulation, implied unprotected sex and oral sex

Nanami is a considerate top when he is committed and in love with you. He’s always conscientious of your every reaction, the kind of man that would palm your scalp for a delicious pull of your hair at the roots, tilting your head back to look up at him while his other hand moves to cup your chin, your attention rapt to how he towers over you. 

You are squirming under his heady gaze, your desperation to be filled by him just vibrating off of your skin, but Kento would never rush his intimacy with you. He would be gentle to pluck each thread until you unraveled completely beneath him, until you were soft and pliable, boneless and simply begging for all of him. He would relish in the mess you made; he would touch your cheek again, a low hum as his thumb wipes at the tears tracks on your cheeks.

Even with you mewling for more, he would still restrain himself, savoring you, attuned to your every soft sound that spilled from your swollen lips. Only then would he melt into you, sinking slowly with soft kisses that littered every inch of your bare skin, and you would burn from his rasped and whispered words of encouragement. 

“Yes, just like that. You are doing so well for me. Did you need to use our safeword?” 

But you never do. 

However, salaryman Kento is an absolute dom, a man haunted and falling into a monotonous motion of the corporate world after he left Jujutsu High. The menial office tasks cannot make him forget the horrors that he knows exist, and a darkness will sear to the surface, vying for control. 

This is when he’ll go to a bar that is close by to the office he works at, his eyes burning to find someone who is in want of the same thing: to fuck until you forget, even if just for a moment. He is desperate for a sense of control again, and you are more than willing to help. 

He would still offer a safeword, and you would still never use it. 

Gojo is a pillow princess at heart and it amplifies whenever he finds himself in something that is labeled “casual.” The man has had a lifetime of people falling into his ocean-blue eyes, swept away by the mischief that sparkles in them–and you are no different hussy. 

Satoru will laze on his back, his hands tucked to support his neck, his stark white hair a mess and his bedroom eyes prickling over your skin. He enjoys the view, able to see the intimate hues that flush beneath your skin, your sounds made whenever he decides to languidly thrust upwards, his hips meeting with yours which makes you see the stars. When he knows you’re close, he’ll give you a helping hand to finish but only because he loves the way your warmth clenches around him, pulling him towards his own peak. 

If he becomes more invested, you’ll only notice it with the intimacy shared. In public, he remains as zany as ever with his lackadaisical persona worn as a shield, but it is only because the vulnerability to admit that he needs you leaves him feeling a bit raw. 

But whenever it is just the two of you, he takes his time savoring every inch of your skin, learning what it is that you like and taking note of what you don’t. He still dares to use his teleport technique to switch positions he is lazy. It is dizzying for you, but his touch quickly grounds you and the roll of his hips brings you back to the prior precipice and further. 

Your post-coital haze is your mutual comfort shared. You love his long and lithe body that curls to mold against you, and he loves how you fit together. He will lay there enjoying the thrum of your heart beneath your skin, his fingertips tracing while his six eyes are rapt to watch how goosebumps ripple in the wake of his touch. 

You can feel his gaze, but you keep your eyes closed and pretend to sleep. And he knows this, but he never minds it.

Suguru is a switch because your pleasure is his pleasure. Whenever you want to take command, he is happy to lay back with a trust that he pours into you, that empowers you, and makes you want to shower him with love and affection in return. 

He does not say a lot, but you are adamantly aware that he is enjoying himself. You can see the rose that flushes his features from your sensual ministrations, the plumes of color from the loves bites you decorate his chest and abdomen with. You preen under his gaze, the lustful black that swallows the amethyst of his eyes.

He is vocal in other ways: low hums and groans as your tongue slides up the underside of his heavy sock, his heavy breathing that builds until his climax spills–a thick pulse of pearly spend, hot and sticky on your palms. Suguru arches into the painful pleasure of how you clean him up, your tongue swirling his tip and suckling until he finally cries out. 

But he also loves when you allow him absolute control. He will tuck himself between your thighs, his large hands curling to anchor you to him while his mouth pulls a euphoria that you were not even aware existed before him. Suguru would stop though, but continue until you brim on overstimulation, the kind that has tears spilling from your eyes. He would pause to kiss them away, but then he would manhandle you, his hands dimpling in your skin with a searing touch that sparks throughout your body, kindling a warmth in your core as he moves to meld against you. 

Despite his preparation, despite how careful he is to ease himself into you, he still has girth and thickness that always cleaves you in half. You cannot help how you clench around him, your warmth enveloping him with an almost sinful shudder. 

It is a slow roll of his hips to begin, until your fingers are clawing at his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss that he returns with a passion that flutters to your nerve endings. His pace quickens and it does not take you long to build again, his thrusts pushing you back over that precipice of pleasure. Your thighs knot around his slender waist to help balance the stutter of his hips as he spills into you with a low exhale and another kiss before he curls against you. 

Hookups and flings are not something that really interests him, as Geto has always needed more of an emotional connection to spark any sexual attraction. And you satiate that, giving him so much more.

You are just his fuckhole at first, and he will dominate whatever he deems available for his own pleasure. 

“I don’t like getting off on my own,” is what he tells you when he comes up from behind, his arms wrapping your torso with his vice-hold, pulling you against his chest and his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He loves to mark you, admiring his bruising bites that decorate your frame.

You don’t want to, but you are burning from his heat, his proximity, and your body responds to him; your nerve endings are alight and you press backwards for friction. His dark chuckle rumbles through you before he pushes you onto the bed, enjoying how malleable you become with his commanding touch, how you clench around him when he thrusts deep to fill you; your mewling symphony only gives a rhythm to the brutal pace of his hips. 

If he decides to keep you, and even though his pleasure is his only priority, he will take his time to coax your body to handle him better. Simple gestures: a hand resting on top of your head while the other bites into your jaw to go slack, easing himself inch-by-inch into your mouth. 

Your tongue flattens to taste, to follow every ridge and vein–your strangled moans to fit him before your hand wraps around the base of his cock, fingers barely touching, and your jawline aching open. His hand will follow to cradle your neck with a slow buck of his hips to fuck your throat. You gag, your nails biting into his thick thighs to balance, tears pearling, but you won’t pull away. 

You are desperate for him and he knows this; a cruel smile curls across his mouth. He begins to thrust, a continued pace that bruises the back of your throat until spit dribbles down your chin and to your chest. You choke when he goes too deep and it vibrates through him. He hisses through clenched teeth, only then pulling back to flip you over. 

He pushes your face into the mattress, burying his length into you. Your hands claw at the sheets and his bruise into your waist, pulling your ass back to meet with his hips. He fucks you hard into the bed, splitting you open, his each thrust sparking something deep and primal within you. 

You come with a white-hot rapture that fractures through your body, boiling the marrow in your bones. Your mouth falls open with a silent scream, a sobbed release that shudders violently through you. 

You lay there a while, allowing the blood to flow again, edging back through your depleted veins and the air soothing your lungs. Your body jolts when you feel his hand wrapping around your ankle, pulling you back towards the edge. 

Sakuna gives another throaty chuckle. “Our night has only just begun, pet.” 

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

I was thinking about Francesca across the multiverse and this happened...

Thanks for bringing her into our lives and being awesome :)

giggling and kicking my feet oh MYG ODDD THEYRE DARLINGS...... erik will never be privy to their conversations about him 😭😭🤧

[alukaforyou]

im trying to draw a desktop bg for my new imac uhh 💀🔫

it verrrrry very vaguely reminds me of an old hanbok girl drawing i made

i should draw it like that, add the pink flowers because f it i love pink flowers?? and put a MOON in there too cuz i love da moon 😍🌙💖 like the theme of the pic can be "all the stuff im obsessed with" what the hell maybe creamy & crunchy should be there as well 💀 PEAK DESKTOP BG FOR ME 👍🏻 and we all kno i am all about hanboks in this shape from late joseon era 19c

the itty bitty crop top and the super high up skirt 👌🏻 but im getting into the looser boxy tops too from earlier like 16-17c?? artist cred for the illust

ooh waist skirt + loose top yeah its growing on me 😳 also i have this hanbok and im like in love with the bigger sleeves sooo 😭💖 IM IN MY BIG SLEEVES ERA

also the ladies from 16-18c with the. big wigs 😭 ouch neck. older kr dramas loooved to put royalty charas in these huge wigs omg i always thought it looked kind of unnatural with how neat and even it was 😭

no way ur relaxing at the palace home with that on ur head 😩 neck problems speedrun???? the only show i've seen this look good in was the saimdang drama it looks rly pretty and not over the top here v believable v natural 👍🏻

i feel like if i lived in kr my dream job would be a stylist for period dramas / movies or for when ppl do hanbok traditional wear for weddings / photos etc i literally can make this hairstyle irl plzz ㅠㅠ i am qualified looooooolll

[dullahanblorboposting]

Re: Jax and the NPC theory

I've seen everyone speculating about which of the current TADC cast is most likely to be an NPC, but I don't think any of them are? I think it's much more likely that either

A different NPC is confused for a human in a future episode, and terrifying shenanigans result as expected

We get a flashback of that happening with old former humans who have since abstracted, tying to some of the portraits on the doors maybe?

Or my favorite possibility: I think there is more potential in that line foreshadowing the exact opposite.

What if Caine in a future episode mistakes one of the human members for an NPC? Apparently Gooseworx teased that Jax will be crossing moral event horizon at some point in the series, and to be honest there is no way it involves him slaughtering NPCs. He's a jerk for messing with the other humans' enjoyment in that regard, sure, but the NPCs aren't real and don't matter. He cannot be 'evil' by harming them because there is no true harm done. He's treating the NPCs as the video game characters that they are.

So whatever he does that earns him the crossing-the-line badge has to be something that directly affects one of his fellow humans, the people who ARE real and DO matter. I've seen the idea that he causes someone to abstract somehow and I think that's the only way for him to cross that line.

Wouldn't it be interesting if for some reason something happens that causes Caine to lose track of who is human and who is an NPC momentarily at some point, and for shits and giggles since Jax treats everything so carelessly, he does a bit where he tries to convince Caine that one of the humans is an NPC. Maybe not even thinking anything seriously bad will happen, just in the usual asshole menace type of way, just to freak the victim out. Only for Caine to actually buy it and try to poof them away. But since they're human, the impact of the attempted poof is that they abstract instead? I doubt that will be how it plays out, like if Jax does cause someone to abstract it will probably be because he went too far with his words and mentally breaks them, but like wouldn't that be fucked up? It would be so fucked up.

[sainz100]

quick Carlos & Charles collage ❤️❤️

| 📸 pumamotorsport + Esquire via sabrinabearzotti

[mech-mantis]

Anyways I doodled age of apocalypse sabretooth and colossus :] this is mainly due to group chat meddling

[eideticmemory]

don’t usually repost edits but this one is just soooo special to me

[whispersofmoon]

((I don't have enough knowledge of WoD (yet 👁️👁️) to pull it off but an oc that's a paranormal investigator / YouTuber / blogger trying to prove vampires or whatever else is real but they're labeled as a conspiracy theorist IS THIS ANYTHING ))

[torchickentacos]

ohhh and they were rivals

[hawnks]

My hair is curly but VERY dry so it can also be kind of inflexible and I have this one broken gray hair that’s just short enough to stick straight up like a pickmin

[buriedunderdaffodils]

hi. we're a plural bunch of autoassassinophiles and erotophonophiles here to twirl our hair and giggle and blush about murdersex. we also experience cotard's syndrome, however the previous host who holds the majority of those symptoms doesn't front as much now, so that won't be as prominently discussed these days; not to worry though, we still wanna be a corpse getting fucked teehee ^_^ in our early 20s, most of us are weird in the gender in some way and have various sexualities. additionally we are collectively aromantic and graysexual.

this blog has a whole lot of different kinks that would take too long to list out, and we also use it to vent sometimes but usually that's because we're at least a little horny about our woes. general content warning for cnc/noncon fantasies, corpsefucking, violence, self harm, intox, incest, and ageplay.

zionists and radqueers/transableds/etc fuck off. not into photos/videos of real gore. and of course the obligatory disclaimer that we don't support actually killing people or oneself, we believe in harm reduction for extreme sadomasochism, and you shouldn't fuck real corpses 👍

feel free to send us questions, fantasies or threats! <3

list of tags and alter signoffs below the cut

organizational tags:

#buried pages - posts that we put enough effort into to use this tag

#dead dj - music i like!

#page: necrosis - posts written in the setting of myself being able to regenerate from death, and having a "big sis" who helps me out and is a little too into seeing me dead

signoffs:

[none] - usually is the previous host, undead robot lesboy dyke, intox enthusiast, making 🌊 more perverted every day

👁️ - stereotypical evil alter. dom leaning wannabe cult leader. i can be your boymom if you pay your tithes. i love having 6d psychic mind chess sex with many of my headmates but mainly, 🧭 is my test subject and 🌊 is my baby boy.

🧭 - no gender only dyke. will do many things for a crisp 20 dollar bill. the most emotionally distant person in the world. 👁️'s psychological test subject i fucking guess #toxicyuri

🌊 - New host, honestly I've been super sexually repressed so I'm figuring out what I like. My gender is A Fucking Animal and I'm not even gonna try to find an orientation label to pair with that. Tentatively getting comfortable domming, more comfortable subbing. 👁️ is doing some fucking things to me in a lab I think and now the prev host is helping

🪻 - resident boyprincess and ☁️'s weird little brother ^_^

☁️ - Mostly a sadistic dom top and my posts and faves will reflect that. Honestly unsure of my orientation but still open to flirting from whoever, just don't expect much from me emotionally. 🕊️ is the only one allowed to be dominant toward me. 🪻's big brother.

🕊️ - bisexual guy, i don't know what else to say about myself except i fucked that old man and will continue to fuck that old man. no further comment at this time

🗡️ - proud bitch and massive crybaby, idk what my sexuality is i just woke up

🫀 - my personality is 50% bimbo idiot 50% creepy slut and that's my ENTIRE purpose in this system :D i also don't know what my sexuality is but i like women LOL

📹 - Not actually that horny of a person, mostly just a voyeur.

🍨 - just some fucking slaughterfag, not much to say

💙 - has not written his thing but he exists in here somewhere

💤 - genderless ball of violence. 🦂 is one of my siblings.

🦂 - some kinda sapphic, here to fuck and not much else! largely responsible for spreading the in system incest bug in our brain ^_^ 💤 is one of my baby bros <3

🪄 - faggot attention whore star of the show v sign yay!

🐦 - world's happiest wet dog

🖋️ - twinkish vodka aunt who has been banned from threatening suicide but has NOT been banned from getting killed during sex

🍷 - alcie vampire pleeeeease let me bite yr neck i promise i'll be gentle and nice

[jimmyspades]

JAMES SPADER as William Ashbury SHADOW OF FEAR (2004), dir. Rich Cowan

[xxplastic-cubexx]

YOURE SO REAL ABT WANTING CHARLES IN THE COMICS FOR U TO READ THEM😭😭😭 i rlly hate to be that person but if my favs aren’t in the media or whatever im consuming IDC!!!!!!

LIKE HE DOENS'T HAAAVE to be there. .... it would be very much preferred however ...........

[critters-comforting-compendium]

welcome to critters comforting compendium

where I reblog/post weirdcore or weirdcore-esque stuff because it’s my biggest comfort ever, may also include some analog horror-esque stuff because that’s my special interest

stuff I post mostly comes from Pinterest, I’ll link the pin nd try and credit where I can

my main is @analog-autistic but my DNI doesn’t apply here bc I don’t really give a shit im not gatekeeping an aesthetic

I am the frontstuck host of an endogenic system tho so

I use they/xe/it and most neos (no nsfw ones tho)

this blog is just weird stuff. No schedule this is for fun and whimsy

and yes I know that’s not what compendium means shut up /lh /silly

look in tags for tags, graphics and pngs will all be tagged ‘graphics’ and non-weirdcore posts will be ‘🕹️ you can’t see me behind the screen’

below cut is an actual list of everything I might post, as well as tags to block

Weirdcore/Dreamcore

Liminal spaces

Creepy/Abandoned places

Starrflesh

tags to block if you need to:

🫀biology - refers to non-living material as living, by pointing out ‘biological features’ such as organs

🥩 we have the meats - pictures of raw meat

🦷 teeth - self explanatory

👁️ eyes - self explanatory

💊 i need a doctor! - pills, needles, and general medial stuff

[urf4v-izin-ykw]

(EXAMPLE POST TIME!)

what would anon get, being the wondrous thing they are

Well, if it's the Tumblr Anonymous we're talking about, ScrunkleBunkie...

Lookilee, lookilee, flippity dee, lookilee, lookilee, welcome to Eerie! Inspiriting folks chock full of mystery and darkness.

This is just what I think, but honestly Anon can be depicted as any tribe. EXCEPT WICKED, some Anons are too pure for that...

(This post is an example of what you can see on the blog!)