#k cant.

[yukennico]

watched sonic prime in its entirety and im changing fandoms/hj

[allthebettertobiteyouwith]

"My daughter turned out fine"

Your son spent his morning telling his puppy how much he wants to breed him till he's so full of cum it's leaking out of him

[paintedcrows]

Some Fords! (and Martin K Blackwood is also there)

[diioonysus]

green is the fresh emblem of well founded hope. in blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest

[holy-duckk]

yeah i think it's over for me

[grossillygirl]

need an older woman to take advantage of me and manipulate me :( push me down on the bed and tell me its fine, everyone does this with their girl friends, fuck me until im begging to cum and watch me cry and beg some more

[oceanwithouthermoon]

saiteru is so misunderstood and its so sad because its genuinely one of the best implied ships ive ever seen

girl who thinks she can only be loved for her appearance and when she sacrifices her own happiness and privacy for the sake of others............ guy who doesnt care about her appearance and grows to care about her despite knowing all her secrets, and insists that she doesnt need to sacrifice anything but still admires her for it......... u guys only hate them cuz u hate to see a girlboss winning

[k-mart-art]

yay ^_^ yippie ^_^ pressure wip

[wonryllis]

𖹭ㅤI'M A MTHRFCKIN STARBOY! ( enhypen as badboys )

────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

﹙NOTES.﹚ enhypen as ur baddie-stars. 𖥔 ݁ fluff. fem!reader. 827wc. LIB?

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 secretly picks you up at midnight and takes you to his illegal street race matches every week. "stay right here pretty, i'll win this for you," he brags, guiding you through the crowd of onlookers to the very front where he takes off his leather jacket and puts it on you,"don't want you getting cold" before he's rushing to his motorbike at the start line. quite literally winning it by a huge gap, wanting to impress you so bad even though he knows he's already bagged you bad enough. "i could win anything for you," his lips finding yours immediately after taking off his helmet and dropping it without a care.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 brings you to his underground boxing space to teach you self defense, taking the excuse of touching you everywhere. "here, here, and here," he says pointing to the points you should aim to attack. touching from your neck in a chokehold and dragging it down to just above your pantline. when you reach forward to try and tackle him, he's swiftly grabbing you by the waist and pinning you to the floor. hands cupping your wrists and lips hovering over yours, lightly brushing against,"you need to try harder angel," he moves again now bringing his lips to your lips, nibbling on your earlobe,"come for my match tomorrow?"

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 sneaks into your room late at night, hiding from your parents because they just don't like him at all. "jake what are you doing!" you whisper shout, opening your window and seeing him climbing up after getting his 'coming over' text. "just wanted to see my doll's face and hear her pretty voice," he winks, jumping over the window frame and immediately pulling you against him by your waist. his lips travel from on top of your closed eyes to your lips, to your jawline down to your collarbone and then back to your lips as he walks back to your bed. sitting down on the edge and pulling you over his lap,"you're so addicting,"

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 shows up unannounced to your university to take you back home, leaning against his bike as he waits for you, a stone cold look. "sunghoon?" he's smiling as soon as he sees you, moving forward to take your bag from you. "here," the little necklace you accidentally left with him last time, the one he hates so much because it's from your shitty ass boyfriend. his eyes bore into yours in a look of longing before he leaves a kiss on your forehead,"he doesn't deserve you," putting on the other helmet on you,"i'll make you mine, treat you so much better," stays at your doorstep until you walk inside and shut the door.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 pulls you into closed spaces when you fail to answer his texts and calls. "sunoo! what are you doing? what if we get caught!" his hands wrap around your wrists and bring you closer, your closed fists resting against his chest,"you weren't replying, i missed you," he says, his forehead coming to rest atop yours while his eyes stare into yours in the dark,"a lot," hands then moving to your waist as he leans down to bury his face in your neck, taking in the familiar scent of yours he is obsessed with. his fingers reach over to play with a strand of your hair as he leaves little below your ear, only he can get his close to you,"mine,"

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 hunts down and beats up people who make your life difficult in any way and then shows up at your window to apologize and have his wounds be treated by your tender hands. "baby i'm sorry but i'm not sorry," jungwon grimaces at your fingers touching the little cut on his lower lip. eyes trying to find yours as you keeping staring at his wounds in a silence that disturbs him. "for you i would cross any line in a heartbeat," his voice softens when you meet his gaze teary eyed, explaining to him that it's him going to such lengths that worries you, what if he gets seriously hurt," 's just, love you too much,"

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇��𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 at your doorstep any time of the day, unbothered about getting caught by literally anyone. puts you on top of any surface to make out. "oh my god riki stop it!" you swear while rushing down the stairs as he keeps on pressing on his loud ass horn until you're out the door and in his sight. you quickly stumble over the lawn to where he stands, legs over each side of his bike. hitting his chest in a scolding as he pulls you closer, "what to do, you make me crazy," his heart thumps heavily against yours in a sync,"haven't seen you all day, let me have a look," moving to cup your face close, breaths mingling in the cold.

TAGLIST ( open. ) @kangseulgithegreat @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue

[heartorbit]

i just wanted to draw the ave mujica outfits .

[cucarachaisgay07]

Another school scibble

More Saiki!

Cuz I'm addicted to drawing him (mainly because he's really easy to draw and doesn't have a very complicated character design)

I'm not sure if I like this Saiki drawing much though, I prefer the other one because of its vibrant colors! So I thought if I made this drawing more vibrant I'd like it more... But idk y'all tell me if it looks better or worse

Oh god.. I'm addicted to trying to make it look better oh Lord have mercy I've made so many different variations of this one drawing 😨

SEND HELP I CAN'T STOP 😨

ALRIGHT ESTEBAN STOP IT. THAT'S ENOUGH. THE DRAWING IS FINE. JUST LET YOUR LOVELY FOLLOWERS DECIDE IF IT'S GUD OR NOT! GODDDDAAAMMNN. 😨😨⁉️

[butcher--bird]

nny in 2025....🚬

[bktempted]

Soft and Sweet. You’re sprawled across the couch, the cushions sagging beneath you, the faint hum of the TV in the background long forgotten. You were supposed to be somewhere else — out with friends, laughing over drinks, letting the night blur into something lively and loud. But here you are again, alone, your hand slipping down where it shouldn’t, where it always ends up. It wasn’t even intentional this time. You’d brushed against the armrest, just a graze, a fleeting pressure against your skin, and that was it — your body took over.

Now your fingers are slick, and you’ve got those files playing again, the ones you swore you’d delete. They hum through your earbuds, a low voice dripping with honeyed filth, coaxing you deeper. Your mind latches onto the words, twisting them into little chants that echo in the hollows of your skull. Tried to think, brain went pink. It’s silly, almost childish, but it sticks, looping endlessly as your thoughts fuzz out into a rosy haze. You giggle at it, a soft, breathy sound, but it’s cut short by a gasp as you press harder, chasing that edge you can’t quite reach.

Your tongue lolls out, heavy and wet, and you don’t even notice the drool at first — not until it spills over your chin, warm and sticky, pooling on your chest. It smears across your tits, glistening in the dim light, and your free hand finds its way there, pinching, rolling your nipples between your fingers. It’s sloppy, messy, and you love it. The shame you might’ve felt once is gone, drowned in the heat building low in your belly. Brain goes pop, I can’t stop. Another mantra, bubbling up unbidden, and you mumble it under your breath, voice thick and slurred like you’re drunk on yourself.

You’re sinking — sinking into the cushions, into the rhythm of your own hands, into the void where nothing matters but this. Your clit throbs under your touch, swollen and sensitive, and you’re teasing yourself now, drawing it out, letting the pleasure coil tighter and tighter until it’s almost pain. Let the pleasure win, just give in. The words feel like they’re carved into you, branded on the inside of your eyelids as they shut. You’re not even sure if you’re saying them aloud anymore or if they’re just part of the pulse pounding in your ears.

You’re a mess, a glorious, shuddering wreck. Your thighs tremble, slick with sweat and more, and your hips buck up into your hand like they’ve got a mind of their own. The voice in your ear whispers again — soft and sweet, admit defeat. You fully surrender, on command, letting it pull you under. Your drool slick chest heaves, your nipples aching from the relentless attention, and your mind — oh, your mind is gone, a blank slate painted in streaks of pink and white. There’s no room for friends, for plans, for anything but this — this depraved little spiral you’ve built for yourself, brick by sticky brick.

You’re close now, teetering on that razor’s edge, and your chants dissolve into whimpers, into breathless little pleas to no one. Your tongue hangs useless, drool dripping faster now, a thin thread connecting you to the ruin you’ve made of yourself. One more press, one more twist, and it’s over — you shatter, a silent scream caught in your throat as the pleasure crashes through you, wave after filthy wave. You ride it out, hips jerking, fingers relentless, until you’re nothing but a trembling, panting heap, slick with your own excess juices.

The files loop back to the start, the voice murmuring again, but you don’t move to stop it. You don’t move at all. You just lie there, chest rising and falling, drool cooling on your skin, and you think — maybe you’ll stay like this a little longer. Just a little longer.

[haydenlovers]

his hands😩

[lilithnights02]

With every moment of edging and denial, I feel myself becoming the perfect good girl, desperate and obedient 💕

[mulletjoong]

yeosang setting a very obtainable goal in case his idol career falls through