#i rlly need help

[sagehearted-xd]

i love them jfiowjfoijefioewjf

[xx3bvvx]

Folks!!! In the Canon, Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo died, leaving Kim Rok Soo as the only survivor.

So what if in Earth 2, the 20-year-old Kim Rok Soo died against the 2nd unranked monster while saving both Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo because he didn't want to see them die even if the ones he saw were them from another universe.

[gadmiral-thrawn]

ok i would reblog my previous post to see this but as previously mentioned I CANNOT FUCKING FIND IT. ahem. I found a MEW problem and that is I CANNOT SEE ANYONE ELSES POST EITHER

[jamnsketch]

venus // pluto

[gah-dang-chrysis]

how does one get over a crush like omg 🙄🙄🙄

[fincherly]

my gf was looking through wesker's wiki page (as you do) and sent me this

and i lost my shit bc it just seems like they're looking at him like girls look at a weird bug

[circanotsurviving]

i don't know what to listen to tonight. i can't help but be agitated and annoyed at the world around me. i desperately want to go to sleep but i can't right now. it isn't right. i wish i could just pick an album.

[chrisbangz]

channie of the day (9/∞) SOBA Blue Carpet ✦ 190822

[squuote]

no context for these, i just drew them a while back when i was feeling like shit and it made me feel better lol so i colored it. hands you these and runs

[dizzybizz]

hppapy sunmday everyone 👍

i spent a day on magma again...

[woolying]

rainbow dash and j makes so much sense i think

gift for @hayleymarriedjakuraii !! hope u enjoy <3

[strawglicks]

clash team make them interact/friends pretty please with sprinkles on top

[vampire-gummys]

TLKOE FANART??? IN 2024???? THIS IS A FANDOM??

[pup-pee]

he is the dirt under my fingernails

[matcha-binz]

🧸 . drabble mdni.

cute boyfriend beomgyu, loves being called pretty, loves when you push his hair behind his ear and call him your pretty boy. But he loves it more when you call him your slut. The nickname has him reeling, eyes rolling back, whimpering. Subby!gyu is smth i can't get over, especially in his long hair era, he'd love to get his hair pulled while you make him eat your out, humping the bed and shit, the sensation of his hair being pulled makes him let out the sluttiest, high-pitched whimper against your pussy. And you get off on it, honestly. Call him your slut, call him your fucktoy and watch him nod his head, whimpering and moaning dumbly, getting lost in the taste of your pussy.

drabble cute boyfriend beomgyu, loves being called pretty, loves when you push his hair behind his ear and call him your pretty boy. But he loves it more when you call him your slut. The nickname has him reeling, eyes rolling back, whimpering. Subby!gyu is smth i can't get over, especially in his long hair era, he'd love to get his hair pulled while you make him eat your out, humping the bed and shit, the sensation of his hair being pulled makes him let out the sluttiest, high-pitched whimper against your pussy. And you get off on it, honestly. Call him your slut, call him your fucktoy and watch him nod his head, whimpering and moaning dumbly, getting lost in the taste of your pussy.

"m-mhm! yes, baby, m' y-your slut! ah..." "N-no! keep going, p-please~... been a good boy please p-please let me cum..!"

also we have to bring up dacryphilia. I just know what a sight it would be, riding beomgyu, his hands pressed beside his head by your hands, having him weak underneath you as he lets out high pitched and whiney moans, hips bucking up into yours that were barely hovering over his, whimpering and stuttering out "p-please don't- ah! tease..." with tears sticking to his ridiculously pretty lashes.

[skribbyposts]

ZOSAN KINKTOBER PROMPT 2 - Cunnilingus/Facesitting

Hey. its me...... kinktober is not going as planned. have this shit, which you can also read on ao3 here!! _______________

“You impatient fuck,” Zoro growls, fumbling with the doorknob to their hotel room with his back to the wood because Sanji can’t keep his damn hands off of him long enough for him to open the door. “Can you wait? ”

“No,” Sanji murmurs, lips roving over the side of Zoro’s neck while he’s still trying to get this fucking door open. His hands slip under Zoro’s shirt, gripping at his waist and digging his nails into his hips in a way that makes Zoro start.

Eventually the door gives way, sending them both stumbling into the dingy room Sanji booked for the night and then there are hands pushing him roughly onto the bed and oh fuck, Zoro needs to tell him.

“Cook,” Zoro breathes, gripping blonde strands at the base of the other man’s neck. Sanji hums against him, but doesn’t pause. “ Sanji. Stop.”

Sanji pulls back, a mix of confusion and apprehension in his eyes. “What?” Zoro doesn’t answer, trying to figure out how to approach this. He slides an apprehensive hand over his face, and Sanji leans back from his place hovering over Zoro.

“We– We don't have to do anything,” the blond says, “If you don't want to.” and Zoro should really say no but Sanji’s hands are still resting on his thighs and Zoro kind of doesn't want them to move.

“No, it’s not that,” Zoro sighs. “I– You– ” And in lieu of explanation, he just takes Sanji’s hand and shoves it down his pants. Which, in hindsight, was not the best idea, seeing how Sanji full-body freezes once his fingers come into contact with the wetness in between Zoro’s legs. 

Sanji doesn’t say anything, the only sound being the sharp intake of breath he makes when he looks down to where his hand lays touching Zoro’s folds. He clenches his jaw, and Zoro can see the muscle in his face twinge as he does.

Sanji hesitates a little before opening his mouth.  “Zoro.”

“Yeah?”

“Take off your pants.” What?

“You really don’t care that I–”

“No, I don’t, oh my god Zoro please take your fucking pants off.” 

Zoro doesn’t argue, lifting his hips to shuck off his pants and Sanji wastes no time spreading open his thighs to lick all the way from Zoro’s taint to his clit.

“Fucking hell,” Zoro grits out, Snaking a hand into Sanji’s hair. The blond groans, tongue lapping at Zoro’s leaking hole eagerly, like he’s trying to fucking swallow him whole. Sanji eats him out like he’s starving, sucking and licking at Zoro’s folds and grabbing his hips and pulling Zoro onto his tongue.

Zoro clenches around the intrusion, breathy grunts getting punched out of him each time he rocks himself forward. Sanji places a hand on his stomach, twisting it so that he can press on Zoro’s clit and the contact sends lightning bolts of pleasure up Zoro’s spine.

Sanji comes up for air, lips shiny with spit and slick, “Tastes so good, Moss,” he murmurs, slurring like he’s fucking drunk.

Zoro feels his face heat. “Shut the hell up.” 

“Yeah, I could think of a lot more things I should be doin’ with my mouth right now,” Sanji retorts, Pushing both him and Zoro farther onto the bed. It squeaks under their combined weight. “Like getting you on top of me.” 

“You fuckin’ freak. I’m not sitting on your face.”

“Please,” Sanji borderline whines, batting his fucking eyelashes up at Zoro like that’s gonna do something. And–well. Zoro can’t say that it doesn’t.  

Zoro cards a hand through blonde strands, watching as Sanji’s eyes flutter closed at the contact. The cook presses a kiss to his inner thigh.

“I hate you.” Zoro feels a smile creep onto Sanji’s face. “Fine.” 

Zoro pulls the blonde further onto the bed by his hair, relishing the sounds he makes when it gets tugged a little too roughly. “And I’m not doing any of that hovering bullshit.”

“Didn’t think you would.” Sanji responds, making himself real comfortable between Zoro’s legs like he belongs there. “Come on, Zoro.”

And with that, Zoro straddles his face, lowering himself as Sanji grips his thighs and Jesus Fucking Christ, is the only thing he can think as Sanji works his mouth like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, wasting no time before fucking Zoro open on his tongue.

It’s wet and messy, slick sounds filling the hotel room as Zoro grinds himself on Sanji’s face, choked-off expletives falling from his mouth as jolts of pleasure interrupt The swordsman’s train of thought. On top of that, Sanji is moaning like he’s the one getting tongue-fucked and that does more to the swordsman that he’d care to admit.

“Fucking bastard,” Zoro grunts, fisting one hand in Sanji’s hair and grinding down hard, chasing the heat pooling in his stomach and bringing his other hand to press on his clit. 

Sanji seems to take this in stride, tightening his grip on Zoro’s thighs until his nails press hard enough to leave marks. They speed up in unison, Sanji’s mouth working deliciously around him and fuck, it’s too much. “Lemme up, I’m gonna–” Come, Zoro wants to say, but he’s interrupted by Sanji shoving two fingers inside of him and then he’s gushing all over Sanji’s face and stupid fucking dress shirt. 

The cook doesn’t complain, just laps up as much as he can as Zoro ruts erratically into his open mouth and fingers, doubled over and gasping while his orgasm rips through him. He spares a glance down at Sanji, who honest to god looks like he’s getting off more than Zoro is; his eyes are barely open, his brow furrowed in pleasure as the remaining grip he has on Zoro’s thigh loosens. 

Unfortunately, it’s not long before overstimulation sets in and Zoro begrudgingly lets go of the cook’s hair, lifting himself off. Sanji’s fingers slide out of him easily, and he hears the man make a disappointed sound at the loss of contact when Zoro collapses on the hard mattress next to him. “Perv.”

Sanji huffs, a light, breathy sound. “You owe me a shirt.” He pauses. “Can we go again?

Zoro shoves him off of the bed.