#i love his manicure

[nikxtty]

just got the kenshi vampire skin and LOOK AT BBG

[goost55]

There is nothing platonic about the way aziraphale says “very nice” after Crowleys dance

I mean, the angel practically said “that’s right, you’re my bitch” while checking him out

[pixlokita]

Me: woah the protagonist from indigo park has biceps

Friends: no he’s doesn’t.

The guy from indigo park: -is literally just biceps-

LITERALLY

[juusangatsu]

Awkward-ALOID

Some funny moments from ALKALOID's talk during Starry Stage 4th

[mostlyghostlyy]

I feel like dale would have either freezing cold or uncomfortably warm and sweaty hands. I also think his nails would be really rough and he would absolutely use them to make marks and scratch patterns and words into your skin.. thoughts? 🙏

He should let me scratch things onto his skin tbh.

I feel like Kobbles hands 95% of the time would be icy cold. I think his basement alone would be freezing, but I don't think he minds very much. He is the type to throw his frigid hands under your shirt just to make you yelp and squirm away. Alternatively, he also enjoys it when you fuss over his hands. Exclaim about how cold they are and hold them so they warm up. He loves the extra attention, so he'll start making little comments about how freezing his hands are, just to get you to hold them more. The other 5% of the time, they are so hot and sweaty. Usually, when he is out in public. Peel your hand away from his at these times, and it will come away sticky and gross. Wouldn't stop him from holding your hand in an iron grip.

His nails would be a little bit shorter than average length, but due to the constant work he does with his hands his nails would constantly be jagged and ruined. He definitely uses them to draw blood from you. During sleepy cuddling sessions, the quiet room soothing both of you to sleep, he would be tracing words on your arms. Trying to be as gentle as possible, enjoying how you relax into his touch. I could see Kobble tracing everything from song lyrics to "I love you" to random shapes (usually hearts) onto any surface of your skin he could possibly touch.

Occasionally he'll be in more of a rough mood, trying to scratch his name into the soft flesh of your stomach. Attempting to etch possessive phrases into your flesh in his cryptic alphabet. Nobody would be able to read it but him, and this excites him, even if it's temporary. If you let him get rowdy enough, he'll be drawing blood. Scratching and then licking the blood away, like cleaning off a painting. I don't think he'd care if you told him not to, he'd probably still scratch and mark you up whenever he felt like it. Probably would pretend it was completely an accident though. apologizing insensitively while smearing the blood from your cut.

[hndrchr]

[tswwwit]

hiii im rlly high rn and just realized that if bill loves physical sensations, he'd absolutely be into alcohol and drugs. even tho he's way too powerful to have an actual addiction. he just does it bc the high is fun to experience. anyways love love loooove your writing!!!! i get super absorbed when i read your stories!!! thank youuu wish you all the best!!!!!!

He sure does! Bill's a guy who likes to party, and that involves more than just some music.

Unfortunately Dipper hates it when he smokes, so Bill has to sneak around if he wants a cigarette and throw in an extra shower.

[ineffable-idiot-666]

" NO! Mr. Wilson PLEASE, please sit down. I wouldn't miss this case... for the world! "

Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes - The Red Headed League

[dariasonlinedairy]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ How it feels when i do a face mask, do my manicure, read a book, just laying down while I am wrapped in my duvet, doing lipcare & skincare, just drinking tea in my bed while relaxing and listening to the sounds of the nature, doing "everything" showers and then putting on perfume and some sweet smelling deodorant, and just relaxing :

[embracedfire]

Jrwitober Day 18: Enemy

Silly goofy cat man heehee sillyyyyy so silly so funny he gives you nightmares that slowly kill you heheee so funny

[meownotgood]

aki has nice hands, really nice hands i want to hold his hand

need to have his fingers lace with mine all romantically and hold his pretty hand tight, caress his knuckles and kiss them too maybe

[juusangatsu]

Takahashi Hiroki (Shu's VA) messing with ALKALOID

(from Starry Stage 4th)

[daydadahlias]

okay but you have to admit calum some pretty nice hands too like second place

I think all of 5sos have absolutely gorgeous wonderful hands 🥰 but I like Ashton’s the mostest

[theinfinitedivides]

Deepika and Shah Rukh doing skincare routines with her brand before the Pathaan conference gives off potential post-canon domestic vibes with a side of irl-sponsorship ('i'm glowing' 'you are') and i am f*cking soft

[reigningmax]

Max waxes his brows?

Yeah, he def waxes the unibrow bit lol

[ttsukiimi]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F⍣CK HER ‘TILL SHE SORE!

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ He’s not addicted to your cũnt—he swears. He swears even as he’s forced the fourth ōrgasm out of you tonight; and there’s more to come.

★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, smut (mdni), tit play, multiple örgasms, size difference (choso), slight còckwarming (nanami), reader referred to as (princess, baby, doll, good girl)

✧･ﾟ𝓖. 𝓢 ✧･ﾟ

Gojo didn’t even know how he even initially found himself inside you—it was like one second he was cuddling closer to you as his eyes glued to the tv, then another your leg was hoisted over his waist as he jerked his hips into you repeatedly. Was it his fault? Had he begged you to let him put just the tip in? Yes.

But you had given in, and that in its own was your mistake.

“Stay still, princess, wanna give it to you good,” he whispered in your ear, the way his shaky breath fanned past your neck causing goosebumps to bloom on your skin. You nodded, though it wasn’t a promise, and tried to take each passionate thrust of his girth he gave to you.

You were clutching the couch pillow for dear life, whining as you felt euphoria rock through you so pleasurably for the umpteenth time that night. The movie playing had long been forgotten—only serving as background noise, and to Satoru a nuisance since the sounds drowned out your heavenly moans.

He huffed into the skin of your neck, determined to now make you louder, and a hot slap landed on your left cheek, effectively coaxing a loud yelp from your lips. “Mh—!”

And you were sensitive by then, his seed dripping from your battered cunt, your body shivering and thighs quivering, but even then he was set on urging one last orgasm out of you.

Or two.

Hell, he couldn’t even promise it wouldn’t be three. But he just needed to stay inside of you.

Satoru’s hands came up from behind you before they latched onto your chest, groping your tits as he muttered lewd words in your ear.

“You like when I fucking play with these pretty tits, hm?” He kissed your shoulder, and you felt a smile form against your skin as the only thing you could let out was a weak whine—too drunk on his dick to speak. Satoru groaned at the sound, his lips finding your pulse point as he spoke.

“Always so dumb once I get inside you,”

✧･ﾟ𝓒.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Choso doesn’t have an exact idea of why he loves being buried inside you so much; perhaps it’s the way you sound, the way you feel, or the way you look—tears in your eyes and all—but he does know that he’d die happy if that meant he was inside you in his last moments.

And he absolutely adores every minute that he is.

Because with how much your greedy cunt is pulsing around him, and your manicured nails are scratching red lines down his back, Choso thinks he’s really found heaven. Right between your legs.

“Baby, slow down, Cho,” you whined, your sight obscured with tears though you could still make out the image of his sculpted body over yours, and he’s so big compared to you.

Sometimes he might forget that—but could you blame him though? Anyone would forget about some mere size difference when inside your addictive pussy, and he proved to be that anyone.

Choso leaned forward, and in the process his hair fell forward, framing both yours and his face. His hands ventured up your body and found their place on your chest, squeezing the meleable flesh.

“‘S okay, you can take it,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, uncaring of the slight drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. With each thrust the course hairs at his base tickled your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good your whole body was quivering with pleasure.

“Just..one more, baby,”

✧･ﾟ𝓝.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Sometimes Nanami finds himself wondering just what you do to him, how you’ve changed him in ways he couldn’t himself in the past years you’ve been together. He can't help but smile when he sees your infectious smile, and he melts when he hears your sweet laugh.

But, above all, you've created an addiction in him. One that he seems to think about every waking moment; even at work, and that’s new territory for him.

What’s worse is that you know. Always teasing him about how pussy drunk he is, how he’d really do anything just to be inside you—not like he’s denying that—but he can’t retaliate with the way the tips of his ears burn pink. So, he’ll prove it.

“Kento, what’re you—“ you cut yourself off with an uneven breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head in tandem with the way he pushes himself into you.

His strong arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in place, but he strangely doesn’t begin to move. The reason being—well, he’s testing himself. His resolve, his patience by not moving a single inch, even while being compressed by your tight warmth.

Which is proving to be a challenge already for Nanami.

“Proving to you that ‘m not—“ he halts, groaning and gritting his teeth as you slightly shift, causing a grin to flourish on your face.

“That you’re not what?” you retort, pushing your hips back onto him, taking him in deeper than he already was. Your hand reaches back and caresses his face, cooing above his lips. “Know you wanna move. ‘M not stopping you either, ken.”

You’re so close to his lips Nanami could move an inch and they’d touch, but he won’t, of course. But…when you’re fucking yourself on his cock, moaning out for him to hear, to tease him, Nanami thinks maybe there isn’t anything to prove.

Maybe he is drunk on your pussy.

✧･ﾟ𝓣.𝓕✧･ﾟ

Toji knows of his slight compulsion towards your pussy. His tendency to always want to be inside is truly something that needs to be studied—because there’s absolutely no way his sex drive should be this significant.

Admittedly, he is aware of his addiction, but will he take any action to try to change his behavior? No. That then becomes your problem to tackle, but you have the perfect solution.

“A what?” Toji mumbled, licking the scar on his lip as he creased an eyebrow upwards in confusion. You were sat on his lap, your arms looped around his neck and you began to speak.

“A Sex ban, Toji.” you attempted to suppress your grin when you saw the confusion on his face only deepen, and a big hand came to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“‘M not for all your little games today, doll. Got a mission tomorrow and y’know what that means.” he sighed, his free hand holding your waist, slowly sliding to the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.

“But, really baby, we—you need a break.” you protested, but just couldn’t counter back with the way his rough and thick fingers were already playing with your folds, gathering your essence.

Quickly, his lips were on yours and that shut you up, which gave him time to free himself from his sweats and enter you in one, swift motion.

He wasted no time in holding your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked at the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You weren’t one to talk about a sex ban when you could hardly even let him go on a mission for more than 2 days without complaining about how much you missed him and his magic dick.

“Now ya just be quiet and take what I give you, yeah?” he breathed in your ear as his big hands groped your tits, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. The pleasure coursed throughout your body so deliciously, already causing your thighs to begin quivering and your pussy pulsed around him, greedy to suck him dry.

“Good girl,”