#heating chambers

[smashthegiantkiller]

In case y’all were wondering why the screen blacked out for about a minute during the tag match.

[witchofthesouls]

I need to be weird again, so-

What if in a Harry Potter x Transformers crossover, the main magical educational institutions give off energy readings to be recognized as a Titan?

Heat/Rut fic between Metroplex and Hogwarts, anyone?

(Not Ilvermorny. It's a baby still and sends a lot of messages to Momma Hogwarts.)

[cephalopodsquad]

DOMINK'S A WANKER CHANT 💀💀

[spotsupstuff]

I would like to offer Boreas an icepack for his back, as someone with arthritis in their lower back, I find this helps on days where the pain is worse!

kinda doubt that would help any because he doesn't have an arthritis in there (which as i am told by some sources can be inflammation or swelling of joints). his main issue is numbness of the soft tissues in there because of the paralyzation. i can't imagine icepack doing much with that, but ah well, it's the thought that counts

[deathshadowed]

slaying dudes before sending nudes.

[iheartginachamber]

#UUWEEK2024

DAY 4: (LEAST) FAVORITE UMA

UMA HEAT

THE 1 WHO CAUSED GINA'S TRAGEDY 😢

COLORED BY @freddyjoneztv

[sw5w]

Queen Amidala Outside the Window

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:55:13

[891movies]

462 to go

Louisiana Story (1948, dir. Robert Flaherty): The setting is lovely and beautifully shot but man did this one bore me.

The Man Who Had His Hair Cut Short (1966, dir. André Delvaux): The protagonist is such a wet tissue of a human being but that just makes this story of devastating, all-encompassing obsession work all the better.

Pierrot le Fou (1965, dir. Jean-Luc Godard): This project has fully Stockholm Syndromed me into enjoying Godard.

The 36th Chamber of Shaolin (1978, dir. Lau Kar-leung): Not really my cup of tea but it's very well made and surprisingly funny.

Shoot the Piano Player (1960, dir. François Truffaut): Truffaut has always been a bit too esoteric for me but that wasn't the case here - I actually loved this movie! What can I say, I can't resist a pathetic male lead or witty, foul-mouthed waitresses, not to mention how beautiful the film looks - Paris in the 1960s is ever charming.

Bigger Than Life (1956, dir. Nicholas Ray): A beautifully crafted, nightmarish melodrama. Obviously the science is 100% bullshit but the anxiety and fear are very real. It also kind of shocked me how openly critical it is of at those at the time sacred concepts of the American Dream, the noble patriarch and the nuclear family.

Body Heat (1981, dir. Lawrence Kasdan): A very fun little piece of 80s sleaze. Kathleen Turner is mesmerizing, a modern day (at the time) Lauren Bacall. And people really aren't sweaty enough in modern day cinema.

The Five Venoms (1978, dir. Chang Cheh): Actually, I think I'm starting to get this genre. The structure felt strange to me but the plot was gripping and the characters fun, if not particularly complex (Toad was my favorite). The amount of awful wigs - and fake beards! - delighted me to no end.

[letmeliedown]

smoothened.

now here's some jack off jill

[cantankerouscatfish]

whuh I start the first veggie seeds next week. this sneaks up on me every year.

[salsakiyoomi]

“you tempt me.”

sukuna says as you walk into the chamber, in nothing but a thin nightgown that clings to all the right places and leaves little to the imagination.

“...i didn't do anything?” you say, confused as you dry your hair with a towel and make your way over to the mattress where he is laying on his side of the bed.

“everything you do is tempting.” he says pointedly.

“i'm not sure whether this is an insult or a compliment.” you respond, smiling at him.

he stares at you for a few moments, and although he would never admit it — he admires the way you look, the curve of your lips, your flushed cheeks, your eyes and the way they sparkle, the way your damp hair frames your face — everything about you was just so tempting. that's the only way he could describe it.

and god, not to mention your body — your curves and contours and the thin nightgowns you usually wear that highlight your body so irresistibly.

“ryo,” you coo softly as you notice his lingering gaze, “what’s on your mind?”

“why must you infuriate me?” he asks, and you quirk an eyebrow, letting out a surprised laugh, “i literally didn't do anything.”

he scoffs — even the way you laugh was tempting him, and it wasn't in a bad way.

maybe that's what infuriates him.

it's sickening, the hold you have on him.

“ryo,” you coo again, and he scoffs again, “call me that one more time.” he warns and you laugh once more.

“c'mere.” you hum, climbing on his lap and instinctively his hands come at your hips, gripping and kneading the soft flesh gently.

your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull him closer, pecking his lips for a moment and sukuna tries to convince himself that there is no growing heat on his face.

you pull away after a moment, resting your forehead against his as his gaze bores into you and he ignores the increasing speed of his heart.

he scoffs, “temptation.”

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[aria0fgold]

Went to play Hades as if my hands weren't already subjected to pain by a different fighting game and man... Somehow felt like a workout when I'm just sitting here pressing buttons on my keyboard...

[of-another-broken-heart]

Had a real Stupid Idiot moment earlier.

Saw a shirt design that I fantasized about owning and wearing.

It had a size chart.

I took out my measuring tape.

My ribs are 4-5" more than they used to be, thanks to my body's obsession with expansion (JUST AROUND MY RIBS AND HIPS THOUGH! NOWHERE ELSE DON'T WORRY!!) despite the eternal poverty hunger and fatigue.

Every day my desire grows, to be able to scrape some of this excess, obstructive flesh off my fucking body.

But no, I have to be locked in poverty, and my metabolism has to be broken forever, and I get to lose more and more of what little remains of my physical abilities, AND I get to lose access to basic fucking clothing too.

Me ever owning a bra that is my size and fits? LITERALLY NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.

Me ever owning anything, even a single piece of clothing, that suits some kind of AESTHETIC or FASHION choice of mine? HA! HAHAHAHA! I'll be lucky to fit in trash bags soon.

[brutermonger]

🔥😊🔥

Story of my life.

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, heian era, vırgin sukuna, touch starved sukuna, humping, unprotected, premature ejaculation, mdni.

virgin!sukuna who won’t bend knee for no one, fears no one . . is weak for nothing.

nothing except for your touch.

and oh, it irritates him abominably. he’s got a taste of you and he’s addicted. in his royal chambers, he humps his pillow, whetted sharp fangs burying into his lip in utter shame. crimson velvet eyes roll their way into the very backs of his head until he sees ivory white. imagining he’s deep inside of you again, slowly grinding his hips into yours, hearing the melodic sounds of your moans escape from each rough stroke. his heat, he swears to himself as he feels the fabric glue back and forth against his skin. instead of a pillow it should have been your body. “f- fuckkk,” he groans, missing your touch, your skin. you had him whipped, sukuna doesn’t get weak for anyone, anyone except you.

he mercilessly grinds his hips into his pillow, a tiny whimper slipping out of his lips before he swears out your name. again, and again, and again,

the moment you return though — he’s a mess. the once feared ruthless king sukuna ryomen that’s lived for thousands of years was now a whiny mess that couldn’t last five seconds without your touch, without your taste. to him, it was sacred. “woman, i need you,” and his voice for once, it was shaky. you have a smug grin, growing priggish at how clingy you made him and he tchs in annoyance.

“what’s the magic word, ‘kuna?”

it’s a long dead pause, you hear the vexed sigh rip out of his full lungs before he shoots you a glare. “….. please. i need you to touch me again.”

with his entire broad frame slumped back, he watches with blown wide irises as you align yourself against his cock. already, it’s droplets and droplets of sheeny white pre-cum coating near his tip. it’s like a swirl, the shine glistens near his cockhead and you watch as a bit of his foreskin peels itself back. you’re teasing him, rutting back and forth against just his tip and he hisses in want of more. sukuna was so big, taking one of him was like taking two and you’ve never felt more full. your hips rapidly make haste and start to jerk a bit forward and you moan once his fattened tip thrashes against your slit opening.

“mhm,” and then you look down at the demon who’s still got a cute pout contorting against his pink lips. sharp serrated nails of his gently shovels into your skin, clinging onto your hips tightly. “aw, are you shaking, sukuna?”

“s- shut up,” he gruffs, immediately feeling a lump prod its way into his throat.

you have him at your very mercy. he grunts, red eyes flickering back slowly and gradually as he’s feeling himself stretch you open. your cunt was so inviting—the feeling of your warmth holding him hostage was purely mouthwatering.

gaping and all, he feels every direct hit against your sopping wet pussy and he’s just hungry for more. your skin sticks against his as you try to shift your weight, rolling your hips back and forth until he growls out a pathetic surrendering whimper. he’s big and thick and you feel every delectable inch ease its way inside of you. fangs of his still continue to gnaw deep at the bottom of his lip, feeling your hips strike forward at a much more briskly pace.“ugh, god woman. y’r hips ‘s gonna make me-”

a single breath gets caught in his throat— not a lump this time but a single breath, you had him speechless.

a few pink strands of hair that stuck against forehead due to built up perspiration ghosts down his slit brows. “gonna c- cum too quick,” he murmurs, his usual rough tone appearing more shaky. his tone was a lot more vulnerable and weak, only with you.

you’re barely even doing anything. it’s been just a few minutes, just a few minutes of him going inside of your gummy walls and he’s already turning into mush. you run a hand down his buff, scarred shoulder and he merely loses it.

your touch drives him insane, he swallows a nice amount of saliva before his forked tongue lolls out a bit. he’s juddering pitiably underneath you from your sloppy movements. sukuna felt this way for no one, and the audacity for you to just .. make him so lewd, so feral.

there’s a repetitive ringing in his ears as he’s got ahold of both of your thighs. all tips of his thumbs pierce their ways into your skin and his fat cock twitches from your erotically hypnotic rhythm. each sporadic jolt of your hips makes his head toss back, growl after growl rippling from his husky vocal chords. “you’re so loud,” you tease, leaning in to kiss his cheek. his eye twitches from your lips making contact against his skin — yet, he doesn’t question it. in fact, it only turns him on even more. sukuna craved your touch like he craves a victory after a year long battle. “gonna cum for me, ryo?”

“curses.. i-” he stammers, adam’s able bobbing within each whiny syllable that spews out of his mouth.

you’ve definitely got him whipped, you’ve got the king of curses wrapped around your cute little finger. his jaw slowly dangles itself open and a hot breeze of air escapes. his body dramatically jitters from underneath you and you feel a certain familiar spurt shoot its way into your cunt raw. as you’re voluntarily slurping up every part of his fervor, he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

there, your neck’s being met with the keen edges of his animalistic canines pricking against your sweet, candied flesh.

sukuna’s tongue licks against you, making a cute attempt at suppressing his gruff whimpers but it’s to no avail. he’s cumming, and it’s so so much.

he’s seeing red, red and white.

a nice wad of satiny sticky load pours its way into your pussy and he’s just shaking underneath you. his body erupts like a volcano — he’s always so sensitive, desperately craving to cum again and again and again until he’s stuffed so much into your womb.

strong arms hold onto you tight as you just sit there, feeling his seed trickle into the deep soddened parts of your entrance. you’re panting with him, a hand gently stroking near his neat undercut and he groans into your neck. “s- so much, ‘m gonna die,” he mewls out, and it’s so unlike him to see him like this.

sukuna gingerly bites into your skin as he’s dumping such a goopy load into you. he’s panting heavily like a dog, puffs of air leaving out his throat so swiftly. his dick remains inside of you, clinging onto your walls securely for all it’s worth before he starts to hear the wet, slimy squelches. that was always his favorite part — the part where your pussy decides to talk back. “ngh, don’t move, princess. stay still- listen to it with me, please.”

you remain as still as a mannequin as his hot parching cum’s continuing to ooze its way into your puckering hole. it’s a lot, emphasize on a lot because when he cums, it’s a literal overflow.

it’s so much that it starts to race down the crevices of your thighs. a fat thumb of his gathers a good amount of it before smearing it over your pussy. with a sluggish sly expression, you cup his face, watching as he naturally lean into your touch. “you barely lasted a second, baby.”

“shut up, don’t forget who i- i am— oh fuckkk,”

and you start to ride him again, picking up your hips in a manner so ruthlessly sloppy that it gets him whiplash. the moment you start up again, he starts whining and he feels a staticky pulse surge through his weighty cock. with red bloodshot eyes, sukuna eyes you with such intent and not once does his gaze leave. he feels a sudden pang in his heart. but it couldn’t be that, or could it.

sukuna looked so pretty like this. underneath you, eyes half-lidded and beads of sweat racing down each side of his forehead. long dark lashes of his flap every few seconds and he jaw tightens, feeling your cunt soak him dry, milking him. his whimpers and whines were so loud, indefinitely echoing through the thin walls of his forbidden chambers.

your hand teasingly wraps around his thick neck and he’s never felt more aroused. sukuna groans with a snarl—making a cute attempt at baring a fang at you to seem more intimidating but it only makes him cute. a brief croak coming out of him before he grouses pathetically.

“harder. choke me ‘n make me cum again.”