#part two maybe

[chloesimaginationthings]

Mangle wants to join Foxy’s crew in FNAF 2,,

[forecast0ctopus]

one of my parts for the Danny Phantom RePhanimated project!! here’s the youtube link buuut i think it got. copyright struck 💀

[mizgnomer]

Parallels - Good Omens Seasons One & Two - Part One

Links to [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ] [ Part Four ] [ Part Five ]

[egophiliac]

So.... what are your thoughts on Ace's UM, if you haven't been asked this already?

sneaky magic for the sneakiest boy

no but really, I think it fits him really well! I had thought his UM would probably involve something kinda sleight-of-handy or pickpockety! and I looooved that it made such a nice loop-around back to episode 1. ❤️ I was. kind of half-expecting him to just run out and punch Riddle in the nose again. but instead this time 'twas he who offed the queen's head! it was great! and he did it while stone-cold terrified out of his mind! because Ace is the only remotely normal or well-adjusted person at NRC and therefore the only one who is like "we're going to literally die, this is super effed up". but he did it anyway!!!! I AM SO PROUD

[salamispots]

speedrunning a bday gift for bb nephew hjdfgjh

[ncrthofnowhere]

sweet dreams — part one

summary : your roommate sucks, but you sort of wanna fuck her, and that's just a terrible problem to have.

tags : nsfw! modern!au, sevika's huge butch cock, & mentions of masturbation.

wc : 1.1k

notes : for the precious anon that wanted more badroommate!sevika <3

Sevika was the worst roommate ever.

You’re going insane. You swear your lungs are turning black from all the second-hand smoke you’re inhaling. Sevika smokes inside the apartment constantly and she doesn’t listen to you when you yell at her to blow it out the window. You would really like your security deposit back, but at this point, you’re shit out of luck because the walls are definitely going to be stained yellow by the end of the lease.

You’re going insane. You get no sleep. She brings girls over every night and they’re always so damn loud when they’re going at it. You hate it. 

(“Oh Sevika!”

You’re on your stomach, biting into your pillow and trying to keep quiet as you rub furiously at your engorged clit. Unlike some people, you were considerate of the fact that your apartment had walls as thin as paper. Still, keeping quiet was difficult when your fingers felt so good against yourself.

“Fuck, you’re so big!”

You can’t help but whine at that. God, your mind drifts to Sevika, how insufferable she is and how deliciously her cock would fill you up. You’ve seen it, you work mornings and have seen the bulge she sports around in the early dawn when she’s half awake and still slightly hard from morning wood.

You think about how smug she would be, fucking you, how she could fold you in half and pound into you like you were meat and how you would thank her all the same. You think about how it would look to a third person, how her musclebound ass would clench with every thrust she makes into your cunt. You think about how you would come and whine for her to stop, saying it was too much and that you were too sensitive and how she would smirk and tell you that you could take more for her.

You think about Sevika, Sevika, Sevika. 

Your hips jerk sloppily to the rhythm of the fingers on your cunt. The noise it makes is delightfully sinful. You want Sevika to drink it all up, to tongue at it until you were writhing and screaming on her bed.

It isn’t long before you hear a moan that was louder than the rest and a low groan that definitely belonged to Sevika.

You come with them, your cunt squeezing and spasming against your hand. The orgasm has you struggling to breathe steadily as you flop onto your back. You’re too spent to get up to clean yourself, so you suck yourself off your fingers and wipe the spittle against your bedsheets. You let out a pleased sigh and fall headfirst into blissful sleep.

You can’t quite look Sevika in the eyes the next morning.)

You’re going insane. You’re annoyed all the time. She seemingly loves annoying the fuck of out of you because she teases you every time you walk out of your room. You’re trying to get used to it, the sexual innuendos (you always roll your eyes at those), the size jokes, (you’re really not that small, she’s just well built, alright?), and the fucking sex jokes, by god, the sex jokes at your expense. No, you aren’t a “prude,” you just… don’t have time for that.

(It started after the fifth girl she brought over. You confronted her, begged her to go to a damn hotel or something because it was getting ridiculous. You're probably only getting five hours of sleep a day and your clit really cannot take another night.

“I don’t really see the problem here,” she had said with her signature smirk.

“Sevika," you hissed, fuming, "You have these girls moaning like it’s their job!”

“Jealous?”

You had blushed at that and Sevika, observant as she was, did not miss the way your face turned tomato red.

“Wooow,” She draws the word out with the biggest grin on her face, amused to all hell, “you are!”

“Wh–” You wheezed, caught off guard, “No? I’m not!”

You sort of are. There’s no fucking way you’ll tell her that though.)

You’re going insane.

This woman is fucking insufferable. You wouldn’t really call yourself a petty woman per se, but Sevika makes you that kind of person. The idiot leaves her prosthetic arm everywhere around the apartment and it brings you immense satisfaction to hide it —  just to see how panicked she gets when she has to tear the entire place apart to find it.

You do not know how you were going to survive sexual frustration without fucking your roommate, which would be very, very bad. Or without going completely bald from the stress. Baldness would be preferable, honestly.

//

You sigh as you fumbled with the old front door knob to your shared apartment. You really don’t understand why the fuck your landlord refuses to just replace this ancient thing — the prongs of your keys get stuck in the eroded hole on a regular basis and it is a pain in the ass to wrestle it out without breaking the metal.

After ten straight minutes of struggle, you finally get the door open, only to get hit in the face with the strong odor of cigarillo smoke. Fucking god.

“Sevika!” You snarl, ready to yell at her.

The woman in question is sitting by the window, cigarillo in hand while actively blowing the fumes outside. You blink and look up and down at her. Sevika has seemingly dressed down for the night, wearing only an undershirt and loose sweatpants. The bulge between her crotch is deliciously highlighted by how she’s manspreaded across the loveseat. 

She raises her eyebrows up at you expectantly. You swallow, your throat suddenly desert dry. 

“…Hi.”

Sevika chuckles lowly at that, “hello.”

“I was—” you cough, “—I was going to yell at you for, uh… smoking inside.”

Sevika nods along slowly, like you were the crazy one here and she wasn’t the woman sitting in the living room with a hard on and blowing her cigarette smoke out the window for the first time in the three months you’ve lived here.

She uses her muscular arm to brace against the loveseat in order to sit up properly on the couch. The cigarillo looks delicate in her calloused hands. The movement highlights the muscles in her biceps and forearms, but it also jostles her cock, making you swallow harshly. She has to be doing this on purpose, you think.

“I’ll just—” you squeak out, gesturing awkwardly towards your bedroom, “I’m going to my bedroom now.”

Sevika smiles at that and brings a hand up to wave condescendingly at you.

“Sweet dreams.”

At that, you run to your room, slamming the door so hard the walls around seemed to vibrate. You slump against the door frame, horny and sweating.

What the fuck.

those that wanted to be tagged : @sevikalover824 ; @sevikaswife135 ; @djstinkyfartz ; @carotenoidstereo

[cobbbvanth]

star wars, but it’s just the memes

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

[loyalguma]

best friend!satoru never fucks around with his friendship with you.

he loves hates thinking this, but after another shitty boyfriend cheats on you, he’s more than elated that you’re single again. you shouldn’t be dating snotty pricks like those man children anyway. he’s right here for you, so why won’t you take the bait?

you’re knocking on his giant apartment door, vision blurry with tears and puffy cheeks. when he opens the door, satoru already knows the drill. 

let you into his humble abode, offer words of comfort about how “that guy’s just another manwhore, y’know,” and, “you deserve much more than him, sweetheart.” then satoru goes all out by creating a fluffy bed fort—complete with the softest of pillows and heated blankets that keeps the two of you warm. 

“it’s okay, just let it out,” satoru whispers to you, letting your emotions flow freely into his chest. “‘m right here.” 

you’re just friends, but he decides to kiss away your tears anyhow. it’s for good luck, satoru reminds you, his lips a hair’s breadth away from yours. 

at some point he can’t take it anymore and just molds his mouth to your lips (once you’ve calmed down, of course). you’re just too soft, too kind for men that waste your time with false hope. 

satoru doesn’t even know if he deserves you. 

“can i tell you something?” he blurts after (very reluctantly) pulling away. 

whoopsies. . . . 

you nod your head, dazed from the kiss you just shared with your best friend. “what is it?”

“. . . .i like you. like, really like you.” the words tumble out of satoru’s mouth before he can stop it, and he’s left with dead silence and an awkward flush on his cheeks. 

FUCK.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader, some very brief mentions of porn tropes like stepcest and teacher/student, isagi talking about watching porn lol, no real smut in this just plot lol, 18+

isagi is very Boy in this lol

✮ wc ; 1.8k (????)

✮ synopsis ; isagi assumes that the similarities between you and the girl in his favorite amateur masturbation video is complete coincidence

At 19, Isagi found what would be his one and only favorite porn video.

For the record - Isagi considers himself a mostly respectable guy. In terms of degeneracy, he probably falls on the scale of average / vanilla with some other random fetishes here and there.

But it's tame, and he doesn't really watch porn very often if at all.

Truthfully, he doesn't have the same amount of time to masturbate as he used to and after having a long-term(ish) girlfriend - he would rather have sex to relieve his urges if possible.

He's not a saint though. If he's off-season and free and horny, he'll turn on his side in bed and peruse the front pages of whatever website he's feeling at the moment and try to find something to jerk off too.

He doesn't have very strong preferences and he's consistent - if nothing else. He's usually rotating between the same three porn stars he's liked since his adolescence and the same few projects they've done since then.

(If he is watching something new he leans towards liking stepmom and son and sometimes teacher/student. His favorite video from a porn actress is the one where she's lactating, but even in his mid-twenties, he'd rather not unpack that)

The same goes for hentai, when he watches it.

Of all things though, and of all videos - Isagi's favorite video is the one he watched first when he was nineteen.

And it's always been that one he comes back too.

Nineteen was an interesting year for Isagi - both in relation to his career and personal life. He was riding the high of newfound success as Japan's sweetheart athlete.

And he was knee-deep in pining for you, a friend he's liked since he started middle school.

(Which he's yet to get over even, even at twenty-four)

It was during winter of that year. One of the last times he would stay with his parents during the end of the year. The two of you had spent Christmas eve and Christmas together. After staying over for a sleep over for a few days, you'd went back home with a promise to hang out again during New Years.

Violently pent-up from five years of one-sided pining coupled with the casual intimacy of your close friendship - Isagi popped a boner after seeing the panties you ended up forgetting in his bathroom and stumbled back to his room in the dark to take care of it.

And then, like some kind of fiend, he typed solo female masturbation into the search engine of his favorite porn site (one of the ones that hosts amateur stuff.)

Then he scrolled. Scrolled, and scrolled, and scrolled until he found something of interest.

Just anything wasn't gonna cut it, of course.

He really wasn't looking for an actress that looked like you. Like he said, he's about average on the degeneracy scale and it hadn't occurred to him it was something he could even do. He just needed someone nameless and faceless that could even kind of measure up to what level of horny you made him feel with no effort.

It took him about twenty minutes of scrolling after getting roughly seven pages deep. He'd clicked four thumbnails to scrub through only to be disappointed and go back, before he finally found a video he wanted to watch past the first minute.

The video itself was beyond random. It only had about 3,000 views at the time of him watching it the first time (and over the course of these last few years has climbed about 4,021.)

There was nothing identifying on the profile that Isagi could check out, nor in the video. It'd been filmed in a hotel, on a white bed with white sheets. Nothing else gave any details about the person and the whole thing was shot from the neck down. All the clothes in the video were also not very specifc. A pair of white ankle socks, a pair of shorts (teal with embroidered cartoon dogs from tutu-anna, a Japanese bra company. Yes, he did look it up afterwards to see if he could figure anything out), and a plain white shirt - cropped at the waist.

The toy was a regular hitachi vibrator wand, the wireless kind. The video was about phone quality, from what he can tell.

He isn't sure what exactly was so captivating about that video right away. What compelled him to watch it over others. It was edited with text at the beginning - a text being apologetic if the video audio wasn't the best. That'd been the main thing, he thinks.

Despite everything being from the neck down, the one thing Isagi could not help but notice was not appearance but specifically how much the girl in the video sounded like you.

She didn't talk except to cuss once, but she moaned in a way that felt so accurate to your voice Isagi nearly came without touching his dick at all.

After that he was hooked.

The first time he watched it he came in two minutes and got hard again before the video's twenty-one minute and fourty-seven second run time ran out. He jerked off again after that, playing it one more time in full.

Isagi has never recovered from seeing it. He could probably put it together frame by frame based on how many times he's watched it. He knows every breath, every moan, every pass of hips. It's been nearly five years and whenever he needs to rub one out - he'll pull it up.

He'd also fundamentally - developed a weird parasocial connection to said actress in the video. Over time and a lot of post nut clarity analysis, there were so many overlapping details in how you sounded and how you looked - that Isagi started subconsciously thinking about the actress in a different light.

In a partial attempt to get over you he assumes.

The point is that Isagi is a little bit obsessed with that niche video and he hasn't found anything that scratched the itch for him since. He also hasn't managed to get over his crush on you either - so the wires of his brain are tangled to the point of being fried. It's hard for him to explain.

Anyhow.

Despite the similarities, Isagi doesn't ever actually think that actress could be you.

After all, you're his best friend. He'd know if you ever tried to jump start a porn career, wouldn't he?

So he thought.

Until Isagi incidentally sees you naked and knows right away. Right away that it is, indeed you.

All things considered, it's actually more surprising this is the first time Isagi has seen you naked on accident. You've grown pretty comfortable with each other and you bathing at his place isn't unheard of.

He was tired from practice, so he wasn't really thinking about knocking when he went to the bathroom despite knowing you were home. He assumed you would be in one of the upstairs rooms or in the basement watching TV like always.

Not in his bathroom, completely naked as you finish drying yourself off with a towel.

It's a little scary how quickly he realizes it. And even scarier how quick his dick responds to that fact. It feels like his brain is going to scramble into eggs if he doesn't do something about the situation soon so he says what comes to his mind first.

"You were in an amateur porn video, weren't you?"

Fuck.

Your face pales like you've seen a ghost. "What?!"

Isagi closes the door behind him. His heart is racing. He's going to lose his mind. His parasocial porn crush and current real crush being the same person is doing so much damage to his brain he can barely control his thoughts.

"I didn't know it was you until just now," He says, voice dry and thick and heavy. He's panting, practically. You're still naked, and frozen still. He can't form a coherent string of thought. "White socks, teal shorts and white tank. With the hitachi. It's your video, isn't it?"

You must be just as flabbergasted as him because you actually reply.

"Y-yes but how...?"

"I didn't find it on purpose, it was years ago like - five years ago which is forever, and I really didn't know it was you and—" He takes a deep, shaky breath. "I'm the one who keeps watching so it was easy to figure out."

"You're..."

"I've watched it so much," Isagi recites, losing his mind more and more. "So much I could practically draw it from memory and I even developed this weird thing for—but it was you the entire time, it was you—"

"H-how do you feel about it then?" You blurt out, just as flustered. You cover yourself with a towel slowly as you say it. "A-are you disgusted...or?"

His eyes go wide. "Wha—no! No of course not, not at all. The opposite really, I feel like I used up all of my luck for the rest of my life and I might actually die tomorrow but it wasn't.... I'm not disillusioned with the fact it's you just....surprised. Pleasantly surprised, it's really..."

A silence falls over you both. His heard is banging against his ribs so hard it's the only thing he can hear.

"It sounds like you're happy about it,"

Isagi is definitely losing his shit. "I am. I've liked you for a long time so it—"

He runs a hand through his hair and swears. "Shit, I don't—no, I do like you I just didn't want to confess like this but..."

"Me too," You supply, flushing. Isagi snaps his gaze up and looks at you and you're being all fucking shy. "I like you too,"

He's definitely going to get hit by a car or something tomorrow.

It's silent for a while.

"Well, you've seen me do that but I've never seen you," Your voice is so thick with lust it makes Isagi's knees feel weak. "So....maybe I could go to your room and you could show me,"

He closes his eyes and silently thanks every religions figure he can possible think of off the top of his head before nodding stiffly.

"Y-yeah... yeah that's only fair, I think."

More silence.

"You should uh... also maybe run over to get condoms,"

Isagi fist pumps in his head. He's the luckiest bastard in all of Japan. On Earth. He nods, suppressing a shiver as red runs to the tips of his ears.

"Yeah, I'll do go do that first..."

"See you upstairs when you get back?"

His dick is going to fucking explode trying to get condoms but he'll hold on for dear life. He clears his throat, beet red.

"Yeah... see you upstairs."

thought of a porn plot so convoluted

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna Dyes His Hair

You were just teasing him.

"Pink like a petite little rose."

"Shut it."

They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.

"Pink like a sweet strawberry."

"Strawberries are red."

Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.

"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.

"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes. 

Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.

Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.

He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.

It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.

After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression. 

You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.

"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.

You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?

“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks. 

It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then. 

You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.

"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.

"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?" 

[ki1ldeer]

A little more steven universe…

[poempaw]

specify which and bonus points if you say why!

[seasononesam]

Supernatural (2005-2020) // Gravity Falls (2012-2016)

[keferon]

Monster hunter au part 9

I wanted to cook a bit more fluff before I get back to drama hehe

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[allimili]

hellooo after your slight nsfw art i was wondering how y/n reacted to that

my current imagination would be an error.exe

and if our sweet vanilla bean has any idea of this or would find out somehow

(also that was very pretty art i'd immidiatly go between his legs and cuddle to him while hiding my face in his shoulder and caling him cruel for making us feel so much)

why not join in

[puppppppppy]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization