#just like an angry wet cat

[ultimatelifefcrm]

"...Bothersome." Whoever decided to attach jingle bells to his shoes would pay for this.

[bzil111]

enstars doodles for the masses

[captaincrazycreative]

Litteraly everyone in this podcast knows WAY more than they're letting on and it's driving me insane

[app1es0uce]

Blood and Vengeance Saga Spoilers

ignore all the bad things and it looks kinda decent

[soupykappa]

Bro needed the win

[freetobeafcknriot]

no one:

me, instead of adulting: no, see, it's the ben-ness of it all for me. *draws a venn diagram* okay so. blorbo... *points at umbrella!ben* little meow meow... *points at sparrow!ben* and scrunkly *points at the common area between them.*

[ananxiousgenz]

just finished part 24 and ngl I'm kinda disgusted with arthur right now!!! john is an inhuman fracture of an eldritch god of madness and he is behaving more human than arthur is rn!! what the fuck dude!!

[thenickelportrust]

How I imagine MC. Or even just most of the local population, really.

Haha, yup!

Daily life in Nickelport isn't good for the sleep schedule. Chronic insomnia is one of the city's true villains.

[wicked-west-cats]

a first look at the clan leaders!!

wolfstar and hazelstar have had designs since 2021 so it was nice to update them, but swiftstar and blossomstar are getting their first artwork!! some things may change here and there but for now have these sketches

[jeremiahthefroge]

Me drawing balloon smp cowboyified skullvolver: I think I hauve covid

[cityburns]

[ ⚠︎ CANON DOUBLE CLARITY ] This is a post that will clarify some differences between Johnny ( the engram ) and Johnny ( the real rockerboy ) for anybody that wishes to apply as a canon double-- or is just plain ol' curious.

The version of Johnny that I write is the copy of his psyche after the second attack on Arasaka HQ. This psyche is stored on a prototype version of the Relic, and also not the only one in existence. He has no actual physical form, but the Stars have been nice enough to give him an android body. Many of Johnny's memories have been altered in some way; some have been changed slightly, simply by Silverhand's perception, and others have been significantly changed, particularly in addition of new memories by Arasaka. Johnny doesn't remember accurately what happened at his final AHQ raid, but believes himself wholeheartedly.

Johnny can remember major events in his life very well, especially events relating to Arasaka ( as they needed the information ), but finds it difficult to remember certain small details. Certain small things, he can be familiar with ( such as anything to do with his band ), but the engram will always be a different version of Johnny, one that's far more focused on Arasaka, because of the parts of its mind they've altered in order to gather information. For example, the questioning scene in his first flashback was not real as Arasaka never kept his body and it wasn't them that used Soulkiller on him.

Notably, Johnny also doesn't possess every mod that his original body has, by virtue of being an engram in a Spirale-provided body, but also because he can't remember them and thus they don't materialize in the psyche. Due to his time with V, he's a little less temperamental ( but still easily irritated ) and coming to terms with dying / saving V at all costs, but would still prefer an ending where they both can live somehow. He's far more adaptable as an engram, and the jury's still out on whether or not he has a soul...

[alphacrone]

Ranking animals i’ve had to move out of the road

deer - 1/10

you’ve heard of ‘deer in the headlights’ but have you heard of its much more deliberate cousin, ‘deer who are grazing on fallen acorns in the middle of the road and know you’re there and don’t give a fuck about your murder machine or how loud you honk at it’?

neighborhood dogs - 4/10

i love random surprise dogs as much as the next person but not when i’m driving. not when they’re muddy and wet and want to get into my car but won’t let me read the number on their collar. not when their owners don’t answer and now i’m just responsible for keeping their idiot golden retriever alive when i just wanted to go home.

turtles - 7/10

if you know how to pick ‘em up proper then it’s kinda fun to zoom a little guy over to where he’s trying to go like he’s just minding his business and now he’s flying

snapping turtles - 0/10

you want for that motherfucker to cross at his own speed. dni

baby owl while all his siblings and very scary mother watched - 10/10

i’ve never felt more alive. lil idiot kept hissing at me but would move to i kept having to scooch him over with a shoe in place of a stick or shovel. genuinely thought mama owl was gonna attack me but seemed to realize i was helping her dumbest son over to where she was. scariest minute of my life tbh. he was nothing more than an angry ball of feathers and i fell in love instantly. sky cats indeed.

tarantulas - 0/10

i’ve never tried to move one i just wanted to remind everyone that they’re big enough to see on the road lmao

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere CEO who is serious and strict but becomes a real puppy at the reader's feet, he gives everything the reader wants and kneels before him asking to be able to touch and give pleasure to the reader.

Yandere CEO x male reader imagines~! ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝․․⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა

A/N (I did the Yandere as a sub top and I thought of the Yandere being mid forties while reader being late twenties because I thought it fit best anon!) <33

Just imagining Yandere CEO being a complete heartless man to the world, old and cold as they say. Until he seen your resume running across his desk and if you told him of love at first sight he would scoff at you and kick you out but oh my, when he seen the small picture of you next to your resume he didn’t even care to read it because this man was going to have you. The only words he could think of was “he must’ve been crafted by the gods, I bet Adonis himself spent his life carving those lips” shivers went through him dialing your number trying to get a interview with you.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who hires you at first for your pretty face making you his assistant putting you a desk in his office wanting all eight hours of your days to be spent close as he can get to you, being soft and sweet for you unlike his mean and cold demeanor with the rest of his employees. he’d glance over at you typing something on your computer quietly asking “are you alright? Did you need a break, your hands aren’t sore are they?….i can get you into a nice spa if you’d like. I don’t want my best employee burnt out”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who gets you gifts on the daily nearly pouting if you tell him not to, all he wants is for you to cling to him! He’d beg and plead asking you to let him suck you off whispering in your ear “let me help you out, boy?…I wanna ease you up a bit, you deserve the best so just let me give it to you” he’d mumble getting on his knees and massaging your thighs nice and gentle getting your cock out of your slacks worshipping it nuzzling his face into it peppering your angry tip with wet kisses.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who sends you flowers takes you on fancy trips. Sending you to Rome with him when he goes to sort out business you’re sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant holding his black card telling you “buy anything you want, I wanna spoil you baby..” and by the time he gets back to your five star hotel room all he asks os for all your affection groaning into your ears holding you by the waist bucking and thrusting his hips up into you from beneath murmuring on and on rambling having you on his cock sending shivers through him “oh you’re so perfect~ pretty little thing~ hng oh fuck moan a little louder you sound angelic like that—“ he’d whimper spilling into you nibbling on your shoulder softly.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who asks you all sweetly if he can have you cock warm him while he manages files, pleading just wanting to please you wanting to have you all sprawled out like a happy cat with his chubby tip pressing and massaging your walls just bullying your prostate while he tugs at your cock like its glass having you orgasming more times than you can count pleasing you like it’s his life’s mission “c’mon baby boy, one more for me? I know you can push it out shhh doin perfect there’s a good boy”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who loves your chest, worshipping them as his holy grail sucking at hurrying his fave in your pretty s/c pecks. Nibbling at your nipples pressing little kisses to your peaks using his hands to massage them while he rotates back and forth making sure each one gets the perfect amount of attention “they are so beautiful sweetheart, god your skin tastes so divine” it was like sex polling with your skin covered in the finest nectar for him driving him insane hazily looking up at you with complete and utter infatuation.

[furuu]

∘ ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ Sukuna’s heavy, deliberate steps drew your attention as he sulked over to the couch, his ears still flattened against his head. You could tell from the way his fur bristled that he was in a sour mood, but there was something different this time—something almost… pitiful.

When he came to a stop in front of you, you noticed a few stray drops of water dripping from his fur. You blinked in confusion. “What happened to you, huh?”

He grumbled low in his throat, avoiding your gaze as he pressed his head against your thigh, the dampness of his fur soaking into your clothes. You ran your fingers through the fur on his head, feeling the wet strands between your fingertips. His massive body almost seemed to shrink a little, leaning into your touch in a way that made your heart melt.

You let out a soft coo, utterly charmed by the sight of the usually ferocious King of Curses acting so… pathetic. “Aww, did you get into trouble, Sukuna?” you asked, your voice soft and playful.

He didn’t respond with words, just a low rumble as he buried his head deeper into your lap, his massive shoulders slouching as if the weight of the world was on him. You felt him nuzzle into your stomach, rubbing his wet fur against you, a soft, almost pitiful sound escaping him. His tails flicked behind him, swishing lazily as if to punctuate his frustration.

You couldn’t hold back a giggle, stroking his head with gentle affection. “Oh, look at you,” you cooed again, your voice dripping with adoration. “You poor, poor thing. Did someone spray you? Hmm?”

He let out another huff, but this time it was less annoyed and more… resigned. He didn’t confirm it, but the dampness soaking through your clothes told you everything you needed to know. It was hard to believe the same creature who could level cities was now curling up in your lap, seeking comfort like a chastised kitten.

Sukuna pressed further into you, his body language practically begging for more attention, more praise. His growl wasn’t angry—it was almost pleading, as if coaxing you to keep cooing at him, to keep petting him, to keep treating him like something soft and precious.

“Well,” you continued, your voice soothing as your fingers combed through the wet strands of his fur, “someone’s being extra sweet today. You poor baby, did Uraume really spray you?”

He rumbled in response, his massive form almost melting into yours as if your gentle words were exactly what he needed. You could feel the weight of his head as he leaned into your palm, the subtle tension in his body loosening more and more the longer you touched him.

“My poor Sukuna,” you crooned, your voice full of affection. “My poor, pink tiger.”

Another soft, pitiful rumble escaped him, and you could swear his ears twitched ever so slightly at your words, as if he were soaking up every ounce of your praise. His tails curled around your waist more tightly, almost possessively, as he pressed his head against your stomach, seeking more warmth, more comfort.

Sukuna let out a low growl, but it lacked any real bite. If anything, it sounded like reluctant agreement. He’d never admit it, not out loud, but the way his body relaxed under your touch, the way his tails wrapped tighter around you, told you everything. He was reveling in your gentle praise, silently coaxing more out of you with every nuzzle, every quiet rumble.

“There, there,” you whispered softly, stroking his fur with care. “You’re not so bad, Sukuna. Not when you’re like this.”

His growl turned into a low purr as he nestled even closer, as if he could never get enough of your touch, your voice, your attention. The mighty King of Curses, now acting like a needy, overgrown cat, all for the sake of hearing a few more sweet words from you.

And as much as he hated to admit it—he was enjoying every second.

[hyper-fixates]

and what if i said logan could get off from biting and marking you up ☹️ then what ☹️

just a silly little one-shot. this can be read for any logan/era :)

tags: afab!reader (no pronouns/gendered language), biting/marking, clothed male/naked reader, explicit language, sloppy kisses!!! scent kink, dry humping, groping/touching (let me know if anything was missed!).

Logan loves to smother you.

His earnestness and desire to swallow you whole doesn’t get more apparent besides when he’s on top of you, grinding against your bare cunt despite his cock straining against his jeans. And he’ll leave it that way, at least for tonight.

He sucks harmless kisses against your neck and jaw as if your skin will disappear any second, afraid to lose the sex-filled scent that’s keeping him glued on top you. You squirm relentlessly from the sensitivity and intensity of it all, but it just makes him more determined to overwhelm you and feel how much wetter you’re getting against him.

He licks over the taught tendons in your neck before biting an angry mark into the supple skin adjacent, making you claw harder at his shoulders (the grey wife-pleaser already making it easy).

Each lick, kiss, and mark earns you a swift thrust against your exposed pussy, the rough denim brushing against your sore clit that’s already been teased and tortured by his experienced fingers. You weren’t the first and you won’t be the last.

His scruff pricks the sensitive skin over your neck and shoulders as he ventures along your body eagerly, hands kneading your hips in sharp, desperate squeezes to anchor himself and rut his cock harder over you.

He’ll offer the deepest kisses to your lips when he hears you getting louder, timing his thrusts to rock against you when he reclaims your lips each time, making sure your pleading sounds are silenced.

The soft scrape of teeth against your bottom lip has your pussy clenching around nothing as he tugs just far enough away to open your mouth and seamlessly slip his tongue down over yours, locking your lips back together in a kiss that makes you both dizzy. A soft groan catches in his throat.

He moves back down your jaw, nuzzling the curve while placing wet kisses over your pulse, enjoying how fast it’s gotten from a couple bites and slick kisses.

“I could get off just by doing this,” he sighs, slotting your lips together again in a messy, tongue-filled kiss. “You smell and taste too fucking good to stop,” he whispers against your lips. “Every fucking time.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you reason, sliding your hands up into his hair. The perfect cat-like points breaking apart as you gently pull at the roots.

He drops his head back to your shoulder, consumed by bliss, sinking his teeth into the skin right between your neck and collarbone. A tremor works its way through you as you feel a new wave of heat roll through your cunt while he sucks deeper and deeper at the spot with a groan.

“God, Logan, please don’t break the skin,” you pant as your thighs clench around his hips, pulling him closer. “It will take at least two weeks to heal.”

You feel him chuckle against you before he pulls off with a lewd sound, panting just as heavy as you. Your neck, shoulders, and chest are raw with hickeys and teeth marks; the skin tender to the touch and red-hot when he finally pulls away for more than a few seconds.

“I remember it being ten days,” he smirks, offering a final gentle kiss to your puffy lips, accepting the white flag you’re waving.

You’ve been marked. Claimed.

You give your eyes a roll. “Satisfied?” you hold back a smile.

He pushes his hips up into yours again, cock still very much hard and now newly soaked through his jeans from your arousal. “Oh, I think you know the answer to that one, sweetheart,” he says with a small, breathy laugh.

A hand releases it’s death-grip on your right thigh, trailing up your chest to lock itself tight under your jaw, holding you there for him as he consumes you with rough kisses that have your core aching. All tongue and teeth and he just keeps you there. All for him to devour.

Maybe this is the one part of himself that he’ll never be able to domesticate.

[mistyechoes]

in rapunzel's return its reveal that eugene and lance are attracted to men