#just leave it! dont touch it just stop!!!!

[thef1diary]

omg di lets say you’re in a zoom call, camera on and mic on, working with some of your colleagues and in a meeting. but ghost!max hates hearing things that dont make sense to him and he could care less about your meeting bc youre ignoring him so he takes matters into his own hands 😭😭😭😭

— bon, your mind >>> 🥵 he would be so upset if you turned off the spirit box before your meeting. 18+ content below

The meeting dragged on, each minute stretching into an eternity as your colleagues debated strategies you couldn’t care less about. You sat in your usual spot at the desk, camera on and mic unmuted, dressed professionally in a crisp button-up shirt tucked into tailored pants. It wasn’t your usual home attire, but you wanted to ensure nothing could be questioned if your camera accidentally caught more than your face.

You’d turned off the spirit box before the meeting, not wanting the faint buzz of Max’s voice to distract you. It was a small act of defiance, a way to focus on your responsibilities. But the moment you did, the room grew colder, the air heavier. It was clear he didn’t appreciate being silenced.

His presence was undeniable, a charged hum in the air. You ignored it at first, brushing off the chill at the back of your neck, but then you felt it: the unmistakable graze of cold fingers skimming up your thigh through your pants. Your breath hitched, but you kept your expression neutral, nodding along to whatever your colleague was saying.

Max didn’t care about your meeting. He didn’t care about your professional attire or your attempts to block him out. His touch bypassed your clothes with ghostly ease, slipping through the fabric as if it wasn’t even there.

The first stroke against your clit sent a jolt through you, his invisible fingers finding you with infuriating precision. You clenched your thighs together, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but it only made his touch more deliberate. He pressed against you, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had you shifting in your seat.

Your hand gripped the desk’s edge, your knuckles whitening as his fingers teased and pressed, testing your resolve.

The conversation on your screen blurred as the sensation grew sharper. You shifted in your chair, pretending to adjust your position, but it only seemed to spur him on. His touch grew firmer, more deliberate, slipping lower to ghost over your hole. The cold pressure sent a shiver through your spine as his fingers slid inside, stretching you slowly, curling just right to make your breath hitch audibly.

“Everything okay?” one of your colleagues asked, snapping your focus back to the screen.

“I—yes. Just fine,” you managed, forcing a tight smile as heat bloomed in your cheeks.

Max was merciless, pushing his fingers deeper, scissoring them gently, making you squirm in your seat. The wet sound of his fingers working you filled the air around you, inaudible to the meeting but deafening in your own ears.

Your thighs quivered, your body betraying you as he brought you to the brink. Just when your orgasm hovered at the edge, so close you could taste it, he stopped. His fingers stilled, leaving you empty and aching, clenching around nothing.

You ground your teeth, gripping the desk harder as your colleagues continued their discussion. Max wasn’t deterred. He waited for your pulse to settle, for the tension in your body to fade, before starting again. His mouth followed this time, a cold, wet drag of his tongue that sent a jolt of electricity through you.

You slammed your thighs shut, trying to block him out, but his ghostly form bypassed your resistance effortlessly. His tongue flicked over your clit, slow and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world.

Your breath hitched again, this time loud enough that another colleague noticed.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You sound—”

“I need to step away,” you blurted out, your voice shaking as you turned off your mic and camera in a frenzy.

The second the meeting screen disappeared, Max descended on you fully. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard, and his fingers returned with a vengeance, plunging into you and curling just right. The pace was brutal, relentless, and within seconds, your back arched as the first orgasm crashed over you.

But he didn’t stop. He gave you no reprieve, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to pull another orgasm from you before you could even catch your breath. The overstimulation was maddening, your body writhing and twisting as you cried out, begging for relief that he wouldn’t grant.

His mouth left your clit just long enough for his fingers to take over, pumping into you with ghostly force, stretching and filling you like nothing else could. When his tongue returned, flicking over your clit, you shattered again, moaning loudly into the empty room as your body convulsed.

You nearly lost count of how many times he made you cum. By the time he finally relented, your thighs were soaked, your body trembling violently, your mind barely clinging to reality.

With shaking hands, you reached for the spirit box, flipping it on. The crackle of static filled the air before his voice came through, low and dripping with smug satisfaction.

“Meeting or not, you don’t ignore me otherwise I’ll ignore you until you’re aching for me,” he rasped, and the sound alone made you shiver.

want more ghost!max? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[ohmykinks]

I LIKE THE WAY YOU

KISS ME...

I LIKE THE WAY YOU

UH-...

Sum: You tough boy gets to whinye for you

Warnings : ; MINOR WRITING (Anti's DNI) ; pussydrunk ; Unprotected! ; breeding ; male moans ; cowgirl ; reverse cowgirl ; oral (F receiving) ; degradation (M receiving) ; cunnilingus ; fingering ; praise (M receiving)

A/n: YOOOOOOO WHINYE BOYS LETS GOOOO; i dont know how tf whinye is written, and remember, im a minor, soooooo if you dont like this information, you can simple ignore or block my blog! :)

(This has not been reviewed btw 😭

Gojo:

“Slow down! P-please!~” — Gojo panted loudly, arching his back like a cat, you barely sat on Satoru and you could already feel his cock pulsing inside you

“First, admit you were wrong when you said my pussy was too small to handle your so so so huge cock” — Said with a sly smile on your face, making fun of how Saturu's expression contorted with each thrust

“N-no! A-ah fuck, fuck, fuck!” — He rolled his eyes, whimpering softly, with the feeling of your pussy swallowing every inch of his cock with every up and down movement you made on it

“Dont stop squeezing those pretty walls on me~ O-oh please...” — He held your hips not trying to seek some kind of dominance, he just wanted to feel you closer to him

“Arent you a fucking whore Satoru? Are you my dirty dirty little bitch huh?” — You said, looking into his eyes, what always made him shiver when you were on top, you kept riding him, with each penetration he let out a loud whimper

“Im a dirty whore... The biggest bitch this world have ever seen!” — His body was so soft that with every movement you made, he had little spasms

“I'm sorry! I-I was completely wrong, I'm the one who can't handle your pussy babe!- it's so warm inside that it even makes me want to-” — He could only focus on the pleasure you gave him, and when he least expected it, without even feeling anything, he spurted the hot liquids inside your tight cunt with a loud moan

“F-fuck 'toru!” — You felt his semen dripping from your entrance, it was thick and in a large quantity, you fell on Satoru, while the sound of his orgasm remained loud

Geto:

Geto wasn't much of a noisy person, he spent most of his time breathing heavily while the two of you make out, but there was one thing that made him let his voice out, and that was your delicious hips

Geto was sitting on the couch, while you did the rest of the work holding his cock, that was already hard, playing slowly with the head

"Put it in already!" — he demanded putting his head back, leaning on the couch, while letting out a little of precum, forming a line between his thumb and the head of his cock

"Be quiet, you're not the one in charge here, Suguru" — You answered him, dry as the desert, but being direct as a line, adjusting your entrance on his member, closing your eyes and giving a sigh

Suguru gasped, squeezing the fabric of the couch, curling his eyebrows to the point that they almost touched, pressing his eyes

Your pussy slid so wet in suguru, you gave a shaky moan - "Holy shit" — You cursed under your breath, adjusting to his size

You started moving, starting slowly, holding Suguru's knees, bouncing at a slow pace

"O-oh fuuuuuuck!~ just like that babe... Nice and sloooow" — Suguru spoke softly, like a whisper, still with his eyes closed, opening them briefly, running his hands over your back, then on your hips, and closing them again

You bit your lower lips, staring at Suguru's face, watching as his expression twitched as you were on top of him

Suguru moved his hips hitting the entrance of your pussy with a hint of violence

"my balls are almost entering this pretty cunt, oh my god~ so tight inside its driving me crazy"

"F-faster babe... Please go faster, bounce on my cock like you mean it" — He said without thinking twice, going towards your clit with his thumb, rubbing sloppy circles, leaving hot kisses on the back of your neck

"arent you a greedy one Suguru?" — You said with some difficulty, a bead of sweat running down your forehead, and a brat smile forming on your face from ear to ear after teasing Suguru, who whimpered in response

"dont tell me youre going to cum..." — You teased him again, giving a nasal chuckle right after, seeing Suguru expression as you curled your hips to face him, nails sinking into Suguru's thighs

"Just shut up and do your stupid job! Ugh~.. " — Suguru answers briefly, your gaze always made him shiver down his spine, his face certainly red, you could feel his legs trembling and his back arching

"I think your job is to do the things I would do if you were fucking me rn, right 'Sugu?

Your bounces increased, slamming your ass on Suguru's balls, the skin-on-skin noises throughout the room

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! M'gonna cum! M'gonna cum inside, i want to paint your walls white with my seed, please? Please please please please" — He moaned loudly, begging to have his long-awaited release, taking your hips and pressing on his body, spurting all his hot liquid inside your pussy

"N-now... Can you ride me while looking in my eyes?... Please?..."

Choso:

"B-babe... Its so so warm inside yooooou~..." — He said quietly, running his thumb through your slit while putting his tongue inside your entrance - "I could eat you out everyday..."

You grabbed his black hair, running your fingers over every wick, looking at him with a satisfied face

"That's okay 'Cho... Just enjoy it for now" — Closing your eyes, moving your hips in circles slowly

Choso got more excited by every second, he held your waist, pressing your body against his face, not caring about his breathing, with his nose rubbing your clit lightly

He moaned softly, noises of you being licked and sucked echoed through the room

"F-fuck... Mmmm~" — He penetrated his tongue in and out, at first it started slowly and then he started to move faster

" Mmm 'chooo~ It feels so good!" — You rode on his tongue, moving your hips as you rested your hands on his chest, he held your pair of thighs with both hands to the point of leaving marks

He just closed his eyes and nodded his head to everything you said, moving his hands all over your body, squeezing your breasts, your ass, your thighs, penetrating two fingers, curling it to reach your sweet spot, sucking your clit as if it were the last meal of his life

"Cum on my tongue... A-ah! Please?.." — he begged with a muffled tone; every movement that he was making made you felt a vibration echo in your insides and beat directly into your soul, and his tongue eating you made your deepest fantasies appear in your imagination

"Almost there 'cho... Just a little bit more" — You spoke breathlessly, with a red face; your forehead drooping a few drops until you wiped it with the back of your hand and then closed your eyes

Choso got carried away, pausing for half a second and going with his thumb towards your clit, rubbing faster circles on it, making your toes curl

"cum on my tongue! P-please cum!~" — Choso said nervously, feeling your orgasm approaching fast, his expression writhed more and more

"mhmmm...- oh my fucking lord~ A-ah!~" — He felt your orgasm coming out, licking without wasting a single drop, rolling his eyes as he tasted the sweet taste of your liquids

Sukuna:

"Are ya sure mortal? Are ya sure you can handle it?" — Sukuna said with some suspicion, afraid that you would pass out on his cock just like last time

"I'm totally sure! I can even make you moan if I want to"

"Dont make me laugh, but if you think so..." — He said, taking his cock out already erect, you gasped in response even tho it wasn't the first and not even the last time you saw it, but the size always surprises you

"What are ya waiting for?" — Sukuna pulled you by the arms, sitting on his throne, putting you on his lap

You put your panties to the side, positioning yourself over Sukuna's head, his cock was big and thick, and barely fit inside, but you were confident to be able to put it all in

You slid over his cock, stopping halfway through, holding his shoulders, taking a long sigh, adjusting to the size, and then going down the rest that was out, hitting against his balls, the pink tip of his cock hit the right spot of your insides

"Ngh..." — He complained quietly, looking at the shape that formed in the belly of your small body

Sukuna's tongue kissed his teeth, making a loud noise as he felt you moving up and down like you're in an elevator

His precum made it seem as if his cock was sticking against your gelatinous walls

"Fuck 'Kuna~ Mhmmm~" — You moaned in pleasure, while Sukuna bit his lips, looking down, holding your ass and squeezing hard with his veiny hands

"Shit..." — He spoke softly, closing his eyes tightly, while putting his head back

You wiggled your hips in sloppy circles as your tits swayed up and down, the nipples visibly apparent covered by your shirt, Sukuna captured your pairs of tits, kissing them over your shirt, massaging them that seemed so so so lonely

"Mmhmm~..." — he hummed, leaving a dark stain on the fabric as he pulls your breast out of his mouth with a loud "pop!"

You smiled from ear to ear when you saw that you were pleasuring Sukuna, you held his thighs for support, rolling your eyes sensually while speeding your movements

"M-mortal... Ugh! Mortal! Cum for me!" — He corrected himself when he gives a small moan as he called you

You smiled at him, and then bit your lower lip, bouncing on Sukuna and rolling your hips, watching his reaction

"A-ah... Mmm~" - He moaned softly, putting his hands on your hips, forcing you to go faster as he felt your walls tighten on him

You felt a liquid flow inside you, as fast as the flow of a waterfall

"M'gonna cum!~ A-aaah!~" - He gasped to see that you came before him, your liquids coming out and soaking Sukuna's lap while you didn't stop moving, moaning already hoarsely, felling his cock pulsing inside you

When he finally came inside you, pressing you into his lap, throwing his hot semen all the way to your uterus

"T-that was insaaaanee~"

[callme-holly]

dallas winston getting his hair played with for the first time by his gf and he just knocks OUTT. and then he wakes up and is like "dont tell ANYONE abt this..." and then it becomes a frequent thing

𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐚 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

ataraxia: (n.) a state of serene calmness a/n: my inbox is temporarily closed while i work through some requests. it'll hopefully be open in a few days !!

The bedroom was blissfully peaceful, enveloped in a silence that was broken only by your soft breaths and the gentle snores coming from Dallas, his head resting in your lap, your fingers carding through his hair.

The sunlight streamed in through your window, bathing the room in a gentle golden hue, catching on the strands of blonde as you scratched idly at his scalp, admiring the softness of his features as he slept, taking note of every little detail. 

There’s a very light dusting of freckles across his nose, so light you’d never notice them if you weren’t looking for them, each mark spaced out like stars on his pale skin. A scar marrs the expanse just above his eyebrow, jagged and rough, but long since healed over; you don’t know where he’d gotten it, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re not sure he knows either.

He grunts slightly, shifting a little on top of your covers, the sheets crinkling under his weight. You don’t stop your ministrations, continuing to brush through his hair. It’d taken long enough for him to settle, and even longer for you to even convince him to let you touch his hair. He’d argued at first, protests spilling forth like a strong current tearing through a dam, sharp and cutting—but the second he’d felt your hand in his hair, he quieted down, and before you knew it, he was out like a light. 

He shifts again, another groan leaving him as he begins to stir. 

“You ain’t gonna tell anyone about this.” His words are slurred and rough with sleep, and you can’t tell whether it’s a statement or a question. Either way, you shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips.

“No. No, I’m not.”

His eyes flutter open, and he blinks cluelessly at you for a moment, his eyes hazy with the remnants of exhaustion. He hums lazily in response.

“Good.” To your surprise, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he closes his eyes once more, seemingly content to remain exactly where he is.

His hand rests lightly on your leg, thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin, and you let your fingers trace the contour of his jaw, the pads brushing over every mark and scar, every little imperfection that all seem to add up to make him perfect. 

It isn't until that moment, admiring every little detail of him as he sleeps, that the true reason for his reluctance makes sense: Dallas Winston is a rough, wild thing. He's trouble; he's volatile; he's uncontrollable... But behind it all, behind that mask of indifference, is a vulnerability he's too afraid to let show.

“I love you…” The words leave you before you can even think about what you're saying. Dallas doesn't open his eyes; he doesn't even stir, simply nodding in response.

“Yeah. I know you do, doll.” 

You lean forward and press a chaste kiss to his forehead, smiling once more, brushing those stubborn blonde wisps back from his forehead. You weren't expecting him to say it back; he never does, but the way he's lying now, quiet and content against you, you can tell that maybe he quite likes you too.

[totallyanopossum]

Call of duty, Ghost

Ghost cares for sick gender neutral reader with happy ending bath. 

He comes home to his sweetheart, usually when he enters and the door opens they come bounding towards him, but not this time. He looks to see if they are in the kitchen baking, or in the living room cozied up watching something, or on the balcony enjoying her plants, but they are not there making him panic. He tosses his bag aside and rushes to the bedroom. The lights are dim but they are there, swaddled in blankets with their stuffed animal watching one of their comfort movies.

Their reaction time is slowed, but they turn to look at Simon in the threshold, and are so relieved that he is back,they hate being sick alone makes them feel scared.

Y/N- “ Si”

He can hear how tired and relieved they are to have him back by their tone and rushes to their bedside. Immediately feeling their forehead and checking their pulse, both seem okay.

Simon- “ lovey what's wrong?”

Y/N- “ im sick, exhausted ”

Simon- “ its okay, im here now, ill take care of ya”

Simon climbs into bed with them, taking his place as big spoon fitting into his impression divot in the mattress. He gently pulls their against him, their bodies flush together, his missed this being so close to them. He missed the feel of their body, how they fits perfectly against him, their scent, their soft skin, they are his missing piece. He hates that his sweetheart is sick and that he cant scare away or beat up their illness, this will require making some soup and a quick run to the pharmacy. 

But first he needs to hold them, for both their goods. So he can reconnect with them, which really just means a lot of sniffing and petting . And this reassures them, takes away their fears; fear of their big guy not coming home and fear of being sick alone. 

He brushes their messy bangs out of the way and kisses their forehead, while he asks about their symptoms so he can get the right meds. He doesn't want to leave them but after the one errand he wont be leaving their side again, and this must be done to help them get better.

Simon- “ ill be right back with your medicine lovey”

Y/N- “ be quick”

Simon- “ nothing could keep me from you”

The pharmacy isn't far so he walks instead of risking some traffic mishap. Anybody who saw him power walking, well more like marching down the pavement quickly moved aside worried they would be mowed down if they got in his way. He was radiating Dont Fucking Get In My Way energy the whole trip, scaring the pharmacy tech badly. 

Once home his demeanor softens again. He helps sit them up, giving the medicine, then heads to the kitchen to prepare the soup. He gets everything set up for them on the counter then heads to the bedroom to get them.

Simon- “ soups ready”

They sit up and move to stand but he stops them, stepping in and scooping them up in his arms and carries them to the kitchen, setting them in the counter chair in front of their meal. 

Y/N- “ thanks Si” 

Simon- “ you know id never let your feet touch the group again if you ask”

Y/N- “ I know, if only I didn't like seeing our height difference so much”

They eat their soup and toast while Simon sits beside them, elbow resting on the counter as he watches them eat. At first they had found this behavior a bit unsettling and awkward but they have learned that he's just infatuated with everything they do, from eating a meal, to brushing their hair, to choking on his fat cock. 

They really wish they weren't sick for his return, which means they can't give him a proper home coming, big emphasis on the cuming. On the day he returns its their things to jump in bed and pleasure each other till one, or both of them passes out, but this time that's canceled making them feel a bit guilty.   

Y/N- “ Simon, im sorry im sick”

Simon- “ Dont be, its alright, cant he helped”

Y/N- “ But your homecoming, we always-”

Simon- “ Awe thats what your worried about, Dont be Lovey once your better ill ravish you proper” 

Y/N- “ But, umm, could we take a bath instead be close” 

Simon- “ yes, it will help your congestion to”

So once they are done eating he gets the bath ready, testing the temp, filling the tub, and adding some bath salts. He was apprehensive of baths when they first tried to make him take one, and even more so about the bath salts and additives they put in the water but it was a much better experience then he expected, not only didn't the additives smell good but they relaxed his muscles, now it's something he does often with them.

Simon strips fully and goes to get them, loving the way their pupils blow wide, mouth hands agape, and eyes trail over him landing between his legs. He can't help but let out a chuckle at his effect on his sweetheart, he's glad that no matter how many times they have seen him, he still elicits such a strong response.

Sweetheart just lifts their arms up ready for Simon to strip them, completely giving in and giving themselves over to him, all while their cheeks are turning red. They know Simon wont fuck them while they are sick but doesnt mean they cant enjoy the view, in the beginning they hated how easily they blushed but Simon loves that being able to easily see the effect he has.

He carries them to the bath, settling them on his lap, positioning himself between their thighs loving the feel of their soft plush things against his cock. He knows sweetheart isnt in any condition to fuck, especially not the rough way they do it, he just cant hold back with them. In the beginning he was worried about being too rough with them and tried holding back but his sweetheart is perfect and loves the way Simon lets loose on them, drilling them into the mattress, bending them in new ways reaching deeper and deeper, or pressing them into the wall as he holds them up. It did take some work at first stretching sweethearts holes enough to take him but it was so much fun, Simon has engrained those memories deep never wanting to forget the way they begged, whined, moaned in painful pleasure, the moment he first finally went balls deep, the first time they let him try anal, the first time they came together, the way the lines of the pillow imprint on their face after drilling them into the mattress relentlessly. 

He got lost in thought but now quickly comes back to reality as sweetheart clenches their thighs around him, tilts their head back looking up at him batting her lashes with that playful smirk. 

Simon- “ Lovey you don't have to”

Y/N- “ but I want to, please Si let me make you feel good, then I'll be good and rest, okay?”

But they hadn't waited for an answer while saying that they had already started to give him a thigh-job. He's already gone tense under them, breath already hitching, fingers already grasping at their body digging into their flesh.

Simon- “ Y..your always naughty”

Y/N- “do you want me to stop?”

Simon- “ N..No”

They clench their thighs around his thick fat cock tighter, making their big man turn into a whimpering mess. They love making Simon feel good, pleasuring him, love breaking his composer, turning him into their whispering mess of a man completely at their mercy. 

He's been dreaming of them for months, his hand nothing in comparison to his sweetheart. All that anticipation makes his finish embarrassingly quick,as he climaxes he grabs on to sweetheart wrapping his large arms around them, holding them tight as he spills a large load all over their thighs and into the water. 

Simon- “ I love you sweetheart”

Y/N- “ I love you too Simon”

It takes a few minutes for his breathing to return to normal, once it does he releases his tight grip on sweetheart, hoping he didn't squeeze too hard.

Simon- “ Did I hold too tight lovey?”

Y/N- “no, i missed your hugs”

Simon- “ we’er gonna need to shower”

Y/N- “ in a minute”

After rinsing off, he gets them both changed and cozied up in bed, finishing the movie they were watching before. 

[pianapplez]

I'm so tired of shows that absolutely ignore the source material and feel like they straight up don't understand what's important about it, just make a different show why even bother at this point.

[hauntingblue]

Rewatching act 2.... yeah ISHA WATCH OUT FOR THE CYCLE ISHA!!!!! NOOOOO

[jabberwockprince]

apparently it's way easier to plan scenes and plotpoints for a fanfic if i draw them first, so here we are <3 featuring me rambling abt this scene under the cut!!

i was specifically thinking about Haym and Rikki's entire relationship?

especially very early on, right when Rikki is properly assigned as Neon J's apprentice and whatnot. this was meant to be the moment Rikki realizes they're not coping very well with leaving Ban behind in Beachside Archipelago, and how they're actually gravitating towards Haym because of how similar he feels to Ban - yknow. being the same model and all

cause Rikki has some serious issues with needing absolute control over every aspect of their life. and right now, they're stuck with a job they don't exactly care for, trying desperately to suck up to Neon J so he'll actually promote Rikki to a DECENT job designing security bots for Vinyl City, not BABYSITTING 1010

(which isn't even babysitting, moreso than being monitored 24/7 in a localized space where they can't be shady since Neon J doesnt. trust them. at all. for various valid reasons)

so witnessing Haym pull some stupid but well-meaning stunt to force Rikki show off how good they are at fixing and repairing shit makes Rikki go????

A LITTLE FERAL????

BECAUSE THEY UNCONSCIOUSLY PROJECT ALL THEIR UNRESOLVED FEELINGS ABOUT BAN ONTO HAYM

but they only realize this when their body shuts down and cannot act the way they would've wanted, seeing Haym entirely fucking wrecked being very similar to how they found Ban when they first met makes them spiral a little

Haym doesn't even KNOW he's not the original Yellow model, he has his suspicions but is overall kept in the dark. befriending Rikki is something he does entirely out of genuine curiosity, motherfucker has no clue he's in the middle of a 4 year long unresolved break-up between two losers who are constantly pining after each other both romantically and platonically

im thinkingggg Haym might be seeking out Rikki's presence mostly because he's noticed that they treat him slightly different than the others. not necessarily better, just different enough to get him curious. so the need to build an identity away from 1010 as a group/unit and his inherent curiosity just gets him into this mess

[caimitos]

saw a post about projecting your ethnicity onto a character and started missing vespa ilkay. so so bad

[gaysaito]

vent .post

i want to watch i saw the tv glow but god my transness is just a depressing topic and the way ive generally seen posts abt it i think the whole movie is about ... ? accepting being trans /not ignoring it ? which has never been a problem ive ever related to . ive been out for over half a decade and known what i was since i was 12 as well as never identify with my agab. im so disconnected from other trans peoples experience in terms of that. also the whole "dont put it off/dont turn the tv off WHATVER" thing is . ive never put off transitioning and it has entirely been stalled so long due to the nhs .my transness is not something i can be proud of and its not something i can talk about without feeling upset because of how long ive been waiting /seeing other trans people i knew get help sooner due to private healthcare ect. i refuse to attend trans support groups because being around peoplewho HAVE been able to transition makes me so horribly upset. i cry at every single post i see about someone getting top surgery or having an anniversary of getting T i am the most horrible and miserable person on the planet when it comes to this. will i eversay this no . im happy theyre happy but goddamn if this isn't the main reason i want to kill myself !

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[phagodyke]

hour and a half unpaid overtime I think that's a new record for me. on a day where I was supposed to have no overtime no less. funny how I only have 3 of those this month and the 2 so far I've had to work overtime anyway 👍

[killjoy-prince]

today was a do nothing day for me huh

[sunflowerrboyy]

hmmmm thinking thoughts again

[yooniesim]

the people trying to gatekeep kpop from black people really don't know where kpop even comes from and it shows

[sukugo]

sorry i just needed to share the thought of sukuna fingering gojos pussy For Fucking Ever. Long enough that his fingers are wrinkled when he pulls them out, leaving the worlds strongest sorcerer at a loss of all coherency and reason. I’m talking the kind of finger fucking that leads to soul-shattering orgasms, and ends with half of his bladder emptied from the abuse of Sukunas fingers pressing against his g-spot. The type that leaves an ache between his legs for days, so every time he moves he remembers how good Sukuna gave it to him. The man only pulls them out when he's ready to replace them with his cock, his black fingernails glistening with cum disappear behind his lips as he tastes Gojo on his tongue.,,,Sorry, I hope it was okay to send this lol, have a good day

YES IT'S OKAY ANON THIS IS SO HOT I LOVE!!!!! FINGER FUCKING!!!!!!!!

ughgfhghdfghf sukuna thrusting relentlessly, with satoru coming completely apart under his hand. sukuna intently watching every twitch of his body as he works his fingers. delighting in every single huff from his lips, every single whine. every twist of his torso when he hits his spot. the incessant shake of his legs. and he looks so pretty like that, overwhelmed with pleasure, and sukuna can see that it's too much, but satoru won't ever say it's so. he wants it to be so. and sukuna is more than happy to give him even more.

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to be honest i think classic sonic as a separate guy sucks and it should have just been a one time thing in generations that they never tried again. sorry classic sonic enjoyers .