#frothing at the mouth

[trezzeme]

cutiepie izuku

first kiss

tip jar

[srslylini]

sevika really did take Isha and ran out of Arcane in episode 4, didn't she?

can't even blame her that much I would've ran too

[kenneth-black]

i’m just casually thinking about eddie taking care of buck in kitchens 🙂🙂🙂

[satoruxx]

stubble toji but u squeal when he eats u out

had to take a minute to breath nonnie bc oh my god

stubble toji is insufferable with it too, because he knows how you normally react when he's pressing the rough texture of his jaw against your skin. god knows he'll take advantage of it in every possible situation.

taunts like crazy, saying things like "what's wrong, doll? still hate the feelin'?” even as his hands grip your thighs and spread them apart. you scoff, cheeks practically on fire as you look down at his smug grin.

"quit teasing, toji."

he just chuckles throatily, chin brushing over the skin of your inner thigh just barely, and he mentally notes the way you shiver at the feeling.

toji already drives himself crazy when he eats you out, mostly because the choked moans and whines that he can pull from you with a skillful flick of his tongue has his pride singing.

but when you squeal in between your gasps, caught off guard by the rough sensation in between his licks—that is a different high all together.

he groans against your skin when you do, stubble pressing deep against it as he suckles at your clit eagerly.

the sound, quite literally, goes straight to your core.

“ah fuck baby, that’s it,” he grunts, fingers tightening around your thighs in a way you know will leave marks. he deliberately presses his jaw into you when he can, eyes hooded as he hears the sound it pulls from you. “feel good, huh?”

“uh huh—” you nod eagerly, unable to stop your hips from bucking into his tongue as he teases your clit and laps up your juices. “so good.”

an evil smirk as he pulls back, chin glistening and eyes satisfied. “thought you always whine about how my stubble is too scratchy.”

“it is,” you huff—adamant. “you’re always tormenting me with it.”

“don’t hear you complaining now,” he murmurs—smug. his lips find your clit again, sucking and licking until your vision goes hazy. “still want me to shave?”

you’ve never said no quicker in your life.

[obscurexsorrows]

A better video of the wink

[tinkertea]

mdni

god, i'm salivating at the thought of thick könig, big muscular thighs and a chunky muscular stomach. he isn't toned like a model, for beauty - no, he's toned like a soldier, like a war machine. dark hairs are covering his belly, a thick hairy trail leading you down between his legs.

the way he'd indulge your admiration of his strength, flex his biceps for you, making you gasp each time in excitement. but you're particularly fond of his legs. he's so tall, so strong. the muscles of his thighs are well defined and the way he oh so deliciously flexes them while making you grind on them has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

god, he loves being covered in your slick, feeling your arousel coating him. könig's obsessed with making you use him, he loves being your toy - yet he doesn't seem to shut up, always grunting, big hands on your hips, guiding you. "fuck, that's it, keep using me. make yourself feel good on me, c'mon. wanna feel you cum on me like the pathetic little thing you are. y'know i won't fuck you otherwise, be good. no need to pout at me."

[newliveries]

cr. getty images Steven Tee

Celebrating with Mark ! (finally the old man did not jinx him)

[davidtennan-t]

THIS LOOKS INSANE??!

[arsenicboobop]

omfg they can’t just drop this on us ⁉️⁉️

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK BARRY????

[sleepyssunshinestuff]

Nah I don't think y'all get it

"it wasn't time that did it"

HE'S SAYING THAT THE ABSOLUTE WORST PAIN IN THE WORLD. IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE. IN ANY PARENT'S LIFE. THE TYPE OF PAIN AND LOSS THAT MAKES YOU NOT EVEN SEE THE POINT OF BREATHING ANYMORE. THAT MAKES YOU HATE THE WORLD AND EVERYONE IN IT. THAT LEAVES YOU CLOSED OFF AND UNABLE TO EVEN SMILE. WAS HEALED BY HER. THAT IT WASN'T TIME OR ANY OTHER BULLSHIT PEOPLE COME UP WITH. IT WAS HER. IT WAS HER STUPID PUNS AND SILLY FACES AND HER BRIGHT LAUGHTER THAT GAVE HIM A REASON TO WANT TO BREATHE AGAIN. THAT SHE IS HIS ONLY REASON TO FIGHT AGAIN. I feel ill. I feel insane. Somebody sedate me.

[meziniart]

Master Miller

[soap-ify]

gaz has such a kissable neck

[meltedheartz]

thinking abt paul x ftm!reader with breeding again AGHHHH :(( paul atreides would totally want a big family. he's an only child, the sole heir of house atreides, and that alone made him want siblings!!

he'd never leave his child alone, without a shoulder to lean on!!!!! so yeah, he'd want a big family. he'd totally be a girl dad, too :(((((

and GOSH. paul would be a total freak about it. i'm talking multiple rounds, little breaks in between to ensure you're nice nd energized for the next load he gives you.

you don't even understand why he chooses you of all people. you're even weirder, in the eyes of the public. a 'girl' wishing they were a boy, to most of them.

and every time he's tryna knock you up, paul's calling you his pretty boy, his darling prince, his lovely little star. it's all whispers in your ear, all soft kisses compared to the rough fucking he's givin' you :(

'course, after the first four kids, paul makes sure you're okay nd asks if you wanna stop. he loves you too much to hurt you, physically and emotionally.

he has three girls and a boy with you, all of them curly hair and way too energetic for their own good.

yeah... you're good with four of 'em. especially since your twin daughter and son seem to be wreaking havoc on anyone who crosses their path, innocent or not.

@paulatreidesmalewife the idea came from him!! so big big thanks to this dude to planting this thought into my dumdum head

[zapernz]

so i’m editing, and i’m chopping up a scene pack.

i have such a bad hand kink oh my god i need them

[returnsandreturns]

started writing foggy gently bro domming matt platonically and i'm goddamn feral over it

“Matt,” Foggy says, gently, shaking his shoulder. “Hey, you fell asleep in the library again. You need to get up so people don’t start thinking I’m neglecting my sacred roommate duties--or that I'm kicking you out because of all the casual sex I'm having. Actually, it might be cool for people to think that. Still, wake the fuck up."

“Shit, sorry,” Matt sighs, sitting up, hair a mess from where his forehead was resting on the table. “I just need to finish this assignment and I’ll be done.”

Foggy looks down and sighs, saying, “That is not due for a damn week, you lunatic. Get up.”

“But if I finish it now, I can get a head start on next week,” Matt says, in the strained tone of someone that knows he’s pushing both of their limits.

“And if you get some beauty sleep, the fully horizontal kind with a pillow—maybe even two, I’ll share—you’ll keep those good looks of yours,” Foggy says, plucking at the sleeve of his t-shirt. It’s a little too tight because Matt’s been going to the gym a lot. Foggy has absolutely no thoughts on this.

“Thank you for the concern for my face,” Matt says, dryly, but with a tiny tired smile that makes it seem genuine, “but I just need one more hour—maybe two. I’ll come back after that.”

“Matt,” Foggy snaps, not completely sure where it comes from. He’s not exactly annoyed that Matt isn’t doing what he says, he’s annoyed that Matt isn’t taking of himself—and, maybe, further back in his head, even further than the part of his brain that sounds like his mom—that he won’t let Foggy do it, either.

Matt raises his head, eyes just a little bigger, glasses forgotten haphazardly on the table.

Foggy should apologize. But Matt’s definitely listening now.

His voice only wavers a little when he says, “Up.”

Matt’s face goes from surprised to a little slack and he almost immediately nods and gets up slowly, not stopping Foggy when he packs his backup up for him while he stretches out.

“My bones,” Matt moans, soft, a little pathetic.

“I know, buddy,” Foggy says, hefting Matt’s backpack on and gently taking his arm. “Come on. We’re getting dinner and then you’re gonna sleep, alright? Multiple hours.”

“Wait, my bag—” Matt says, starting to turn back.

“I’ve got it,” Foggy says. “No worries.”

“You’re carrying my bag for me?” Matt asks, amused.

“I'm a gentleman,” Foggy says, guiding him toward the door before he can protest. “I’ll pay for your dinner, too. The finest dining hall my meal plan can afford.”

“Romantic,” Matt says, yawning.

[cabesswtaer]

THE BOYSSSSSSSS