#hard and fast and /alive/

[bumblingbabooshka]

The Pon Farr. T'Pring, let him eat you. [Patreon | Commissions]

[tuxxydo]

i love how hopecore one piece has been ever since gear 5th has been revealed.

[roditsch]

No signalis fanart

But there is elster!!!

And bloom!!!

[tmnt-on-the-mind]

I AM A MIKEY IS A METS FAN TRUTHER‼️‼️‼️‼️ HE IS WATCHING THE GAME RN

[foxgirlmoth]

At some point you're gonna come home to your little apartment tired from work, but you'll end up laying down next to the most important girl in the world to you. Your cat is going to come in, make a little huff, and plant her back up against one of your beloved's legs.

And then you'll remember just how much you wanted this. How much you dreamed of it, and how you had imagined so many small things that ended up happening, like the cat cozying up to you. There will be other small things that will catch your senses - Someone moving into a neighboring apartment, cars racing down a nearby street, the familiar smell of your lover - that you hadn't considered in your dream. All of this is a bit new to you since maybe you were unable to leave your family earlier, but the sense of a world and community out there, mixed with having your whole world in your arms, is exactly what you had dreamt about for so long.

Over a decade and a half of you thinking that a situation like this would be impossible, that you'd be stuck in a body you loathed, and either alone or unwanted. So many years stuck in survival mode, so many people who pushed you down or away, but you had a dream you'd get to feel so loved and adored. You read about others surviving for so long, and you read about them getting to this dream you had.

You're just so happy you got there too.

[myheadgoesaround]

Had a first aid training today, and I learnt so much!

Did you guys know that the quality of a CPR depends on 2 main factors?

A good CPR must be hard and fast

[jackals-ships]

brain slowing down a Little so instead of writing im thinking about the rt jackal dog swap. god help both of these dudes in opposing directions but also they're WAY too into all of it. so like. yanno they're probably okay,

someone check on satis tho jackal keeps making more elaborate shock collars

[tovaicas]

I think the horror of Ishgard freezing over and the reality of what that actually meant should be engaged with more imo

[cvntoid]

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[transurgender]

im only about 3 episodes into motorcity but i am giving Julie the highest honor i can give to a character: Irish.

[arolesbianism]

Thinks oh so hard abt the spiraling upwards clan founders, especially the birchclan founders. Silly lil kitties who's pasts are drenched in blood with the primary regret of not drawing it sooner

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

SCAMPER SPEAK TO ME NO DONT DO THIS

[nanamisgirly]

you're bit too possessive toward your nerdྀི

the moment you spot them through the glass wall of the library study room, something primal inside you snaps.

your nerd. your sweet, tall, stuttering nerd.

and some other girl leaning all over him. all giggles and twirls of her stupid hair, looking up at him like he hung the stars. you can practically see the way her fingers brush “innocently” against his forearm. and gojo—this sweet, beautiful idiot gojo. he's just smiling, shyly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, completely, utterly oblivious of the advances the girl is making.

you see red. not the cute, flirty kind of jealous. no. 

you see murder.

by the time you stomp into the study room, he lights up the second he sees you—like a golden retriever seeing its favorite person. “babyy!” he blurts, half-standing so fast he nearly knocks over the chair. his knees bang the table. his pen scatter. he's flushed pink already, hands fidgeting with the hem of his stupid neat sweater, beaming at you like you're the sun itself.

meanwhile, the girl beside him falters, confused as hell when you swoop in, grab a fistful of his collar and yank him down into a messy kiss—a possessive and mean one, kissing him like you're marking him, like you're making a fucking declaration.

gojo gasps against your mouth, stunned, but immediately melts, tilting his head to give you more. he kisses back with desperate little noises, afraid if he doesn't, you'll change your mind and leave. when you pull back, he's breathless, blinking at you all dazed and drunk, glasses slipping halway down his nose. “i missed you…” he whispers.

you don't answer him, to focusing on the other girl. staring straight at her awkward form peeking up her books, face pale. you tilt your head and smile—sharp, unfriendly, a predator showing teeth. she scurries away without a word.

gojo blinks between you and the empty chair, confusion pinching his brows. “she…left? we didn't end the explanations—”

you grab his jaw in one hand, squeezing his cheeks until his lips squish pouty. “you,” you hiss, leaning so close your breath fans his pink ears, “are so fucking stupid, satoru.” his wide, panicked eyes blink down at you. “i-i am?” he stutters, looking on the verge of tears just because you're mad at him. “i-i didn't even—i mean…i was j-just doing the private lesson…i-i told you about it!” he babbles, desperate. not understanding a thing.

you shake his head a little by the jaw, making his glasses slip down worse. “yeah, yeah. i agreed on a private lesson." you snarl, voice dripping poison-sweet. "not private fucking sex.” you yank his wrist, dragging him out of the little study room, ignoring the curious heads turning to you. 

satoru stumbles after you, tripping over his own feet—over himself just to keep up. “y-you're mad,” he whines, almost breathless, cheeks burning red. “w-what did i…i didn't—”

his voice gets smaller when you spin around, shoving him back hard against the nearest wall. his back thuds against the cold surface, and he freezes up, chest heaving. “you really don't get it, huh?” 

that dumb, pretty face of his—lips pink from your previous kiss and from him nervously chewing them, his glasses crooked, his hair all messed up—god, you could eat him alive. “you let that clingy bitch touch you like that?” you spit. “smile at her like that? let her giggle and bat her lashes like you didn't already have someone who should be the only thing you look at??”

satoru is practically vibrating in place, like a kicked puppy. his Adam's apple bobs hard when he swallows. “i-i didn't notice!” he chokes out. “i swear, angel, i didn't! i-i didn't even l-look at her. .” your nails scrape up his chest through his hoodie, making him whimper. “you're mine, aren't you, 'toru?” he nods so fast you think he might give himself whiplash. “y-yes!! yours! of c-course, only yours!”

your hand snakes lower, palming the half-chub tenting his sweats. poor thing :( so quick to get hard just from yelling at him. “you're lucky you're cute,” you snap, but your heart is hammering at how real the panic was in his voice. 

you squeeze him through the fabric. his hips jolt into your hand with a pathetic little gasp. you watch his pretty white lashes flutter, poor boy was genuinely confused why you're so pissed—poor sweet nerd who only ever wanted you :((

you click your tongue. “my pretty nerd,” you mock sweetly, squeezing his cock harder through his pants, making his knees buckle. “getting hard just ‘cause i’m scolding you? bet you'd cum just from me slapping your face.” 

“i-i could! i would, i-if that's what y-you—ah!—want,” his mouth works uselessly searching for words, his brain short-circuiting because your hand's still lazily stroking him through his sweats. you lean up, biting his jaw hard enough to make him whines. 

"you’re gonna make it up to me," you murmur against his skin, voice syrupy sweet. "gonna let me use you however I want. gonna be a good boy for me, huh, satoru?" he was towering over you but he was so, so submissive.

he nods so fast again his glasses damn near fall off. "a-anything," he breathes. "please. please let me—lemme be good—i'll be so good, promise!"

[lesbian-thespian-paladin]

Doing well (just almost made myself cry about Romeo and Juliet)

[thenanamis]

SHUT UP AND OPEN WIDE

— JJK men when you ride their face like you own it ❤︎

KENTO NANAMI

The second your thighs frame his face, Kento’s control snaps. All those hours of composure, that tie-and-collar perfection? Gone. Replaced by animal hunger.

You barely lower your hips before he groans into your cunt, tongue dragging through your slick like he’s tasting the first drop of water after months without. He wraps those strong arms around your thighs and locks you down like a fucking vice.

He doesn’t eat. He devours. His tongue flicks and curls and fucks into you like he’s not breathing. His nose grinds into your clit until you’re gasping, arching, trying to run—

Too late.

"No, no," he growls against your slit. "You don’t move. You begged for this."

And when you cum? Screaming, hips trembling? He doesn’t stop. He eats through it, groaning as your slick floods his mouth. Only when your thighs are shaking violently, when you’re slumped forward babbling nonsense, does he finally pull back, breathless.

Only to whisper:

"I’m not done yet."

And pull you back down.

SATORU GOJO

Satoru wants you up there. Wants that pussy soaking his tongue. But once you’re on top?

He’s unhinged.

You settle down, and he moans like he just got high. His mouth is sloppy from the start — spit and slick mixing as his tongue slaps up against your clit, fast, hungry, unforgiving.

You try to be cute. Try to control the pace.

He bucks his mouth up into you.

Then grabs your ass and grinds you down, nose buried against your swollen clit, growling as he tongue-fucks you like his life depends on it.

"Come on. Soak me. Fuck my face."

And when you do? When you squirt hard across his mouth with a scream? He laughs through it — tongue still moving, hands locking you in place, riding it out with you.

You collapse forward and he just holds your thighs open, kissing your soaked cunt like it’s dessert.

"That was so fucking good.. Think you can give me another one?"

SUGURU GETO

Suguru stares at your pussy like he’s about to worship it — but don’t be fooled. The second you sit down?

He moans so deep, you feel it in your spine.

His hands stay firm, one gripping your waist, the other trailing along your inner thigh. He teases first — slow, agonizing licks, the kind that make your clit twitch and your hole flutter — and then?

He sucks. Hard. Directly on your clit, tongue flicking with brutal precision, watching the way your hips jerk.

"You love using me like this, don’t you? Getting off while I suffocate underneath you."

He groans like a man obsessed, spit and slick coating his chin. You start grinding, and he slaps your ass, tongue flicking even faster.

You cum once. Twice. And he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t let you off.

His fingers dig deep into your skin and he pulls you down harder, drowning in your pussy like a prayer answered.

CHOSO KAMO

You barely straddle Choso and he’s already panting — his breath hot against your slit, pupils blown wide like he’s possessed.

The moment your pussy touches his mouth? He moans so loud you jolt. And then his tongue is on you — fast, messy, desperate, licking and sucking like he’s drowning in it.

He doesn’t even think. He just holds on — arms wrapped around your thighs like you’re the only thing keeping him alive, tongue fucking into you with wild, sloppy strokes. You hear him murmuring, almost crying:

"So good—tastes so good—don’t stop, don’t stop—"

You try to lift off and he whines, yanks you back down by your hips and ruts up into you with his mouth like a cock, hips jerking on the sheets below from how turned on he is.

You cum so hard your legs collapse — and he still doesn’t stop.

"One more. Please. Just one more—"

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji grips your thighs like meat the moment you mount him — rough, bruising, starved.

You lower your pussy onto his face and he growls, tongue already slamming into your hole, licking up through your folds, then flicking your clit with harsh, quick strokes that make your vision split.

You barely get a second to breathe before he grips your hips and slams them down, forcing your full weight onto his mouth.

"Don’t fuckin’ hover. Sit on it like you mean it."

You try. You try to stay up. But he’s too intense — slurping, sucking, spitting on your pussy just to lap it up again. You cum so fast you scream, thighs convulsing — and he just grinds his face harder into your cunt.

"Still twitching? Good. I’m not done till you go limp."

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You straddle Sukuna’s face, already shaking — and he just laughs.

Then he grabs your hips, yanks you down, and fucking devours.

It’s not careful. Not gentle. It’s tongue and teeth and spit, your slick pouring onto his face while he fucks you from below with his mouth like a rabid beast.

"That’s it. Use me. Rub that filthy little cunt all over my face."

You grind. You bounce. You soak him. And he loves it — moaning, grinning, eyes locked to yours as he slaps your ass and growls into your core.

You cum hard — voice cracking, pussy clenching, your whole body convulsing above him — and Sukuna just grabs your throat from below, voice rough:

"Don’t you fucking move. I’ll tell you when you’re done."

You end up sobbing. Legs useless. And Sukuna? He’s hard, leaking, smirking beneath your ruined cunt.

"Get ready. You’re gonna ride my cock next. No breaks."

[prlssprfctn]

Robin!Jason, who constantly references different books at random times by quoting them and joking about characters, except Bruce doesn't have much time to read everything that Jason goes through. Of course, he understands some nods towards classics, but Jason is an avid reader, so it is hard to keep up with him sometimes. Jason tries to drag him to watch some movie adaptations, but he falls asleep in the very beginning of it.

And then Jason dies.

Bruce goes through all his library obsessively to the point he remembers the page of every little bookmark Jason left, and he knows his little notes on the margins by the heart. He watches movie adaptations, too, even though Jason only ever watched it to hate on them. He finds new books, books he thinks Jason would like if he was alive, and reads them, imagining what kind of analysis would Jason finalise by the end of it; his opinion not always matches with Jason's, but that doesn't matter. Bruce just likes to imagine.

Years pass, and Jason returns to Gotham. Not as a boy Bruce missed so much. Or, at least, he thinks so.

But then Jason does some bitter, irritated reference, comparing them to characters of one of the books he had on his shelf, and Bruce catches himself thinking... well, they still think similarly, but the conclusion they drew had always differed from each other. It is a different situation, of course, but... but maybe he could try to make this work.

Because, if anything, Bruce is tired of imagining. Especially, not when he finally has a chance to get everything back.

On the next day after their fight, someone sends Jason a copy of a new book from his favourite author - the one that he still hadn't read - his old set of colourful bookmarks, and a little note.

Let me know what you think.

Bruce gets the book back in a week, full of frantic notes, a bunch of bookmarks, and a short note explaining what each colour means (a mystery he didn't resolve years ago, after he passed away).

And, oh, God. He completely forgot how fast Jason read sometimes.