#that fits perfectly huh

[zorlovinghue]

Cale Barrow: You can't do this. I've reincarnated for the past thousand of years and you're 𝙣𝙤𝙩 going to ruin it in two fucking years. Ain't no way I'm losing!!

Cale Henituse:

[edorazzi]

Another commission for my amazing bestie @lapzoli!!! Thank you so much lovely! 😻

Lukadrienette in phone wallpaper scale. The world’s most valid ship! 💘

[youling-the-ghost]

sfth incorrect quotes pt.12 because I have once again forgotten about this

Tom: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was changing their name to Sam. Sam: I told Luke that his ears turn red when he lie. AJ: Do they? Sam: No. AJ: Then why did you tell him that? Sam: Because I can do this. Sam: Hey Luke! Do you love us? Luke, with his hands over his ears: No. Sam: Just trust your gut! Tom: Dude, I have anxiety. My gut is literally always telling me to abort mission.

Sam: Hey, do you know the password to Tom’s computer? AJ: Fuck you, Sam. Sam: Hey!! AJ: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouSam". Sam: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe. Sam: Why am I the bad guy? Luke: I don't know, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing. Luke: *seductively takes off glasses* Wow, you're… blurry. Tom: I'm bored, any suggestions? Luke: Sleeping is nice. Tom: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it. AJ, confused and exasperated: Tom, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan? Tom: Politely. Tom: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people. Sam: Tom gave me a get better soon card. Luke: That's sweet! Sam: I wasn't sick, he just thinks I can do better. Sam: Quacking in my boobs over this Sam: QUAKING* Sam: BOOTS* FUCKER. AJ: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. Sam: AJ: Vroom vroom, come out already. Tom: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Tom: *aggressively throws water bottles* Luke: Uh...what's up with him? AJ: He's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Tom: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! Sam, crying: It's working. Luke: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective Sam: *crouches down* AJ: *kneels down* Tom: *sits on the floor* Luke: Luke: I hate all of you. Luke: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Tom? Tom: ...Not really. Luke: Nothing? Tom: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there. Luke: Sam...I'm gonna cry! Sam: Please don't. Luke, crying: Request denied. AJ: I've been expecting you, Luke. Luke: How did you do that without turning around? AJ: Let's just say the first few people I did that to were not you. Luke: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment? Sam: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

[padfootastic]

hohoho i am writing a remus & sirius confrontation that is ending up a little too mean and it’s verging on the edge of not fitting into FoD but by god, is it satisfying 😈😈😈

“Oh, stop pretending, Remus.” There’s a part of Sirius, not insignificant, that tells him to shut the fuck up. To bite back the words as he’d always done. They don’t expect it of him but he is perfectly capable of maintaining a civil tongue when needed. He just doesn’t want to, today. “You’ve always resented us, haven’t you?”

“Padfoot, do you even hear yourself—?” Remus’ amber eyes are bright, almost feverish, and Sirius knew that all he had to do was push.

So he did.

- brought to u by ‘i’ve been thinking about remus and i also recently read a fic that blindsided me w commentary on james’ and sirius’ social positions intimidating remus into compliance as an excuse for his cowardice and general temperament and got incredibly annoyed at how he is, yet again, victimised so i shall now endeavour to turn that idea around on its head using the ‘ol ‘u cannot help someone who does not want to be helped’ adage so help me god’

[dykesynthezoid]

I haven’t listened to decode by paramore this much since I was ten and I wanted to fit in with the emo older girls listening to the twilight soundtrack. That’s how bad it’s gotten

[pale-flower-of-darkness]

btw the best fe ships follow one of 2 formulas

either

traumatized :] x traumatized :[

or

"i'm normal."

"hi."

"i'm no longer normal."

[luvvsbian]

it’s so crazy to suddenly see everyone thirsting over a man i once knew as the dead guy from dear ev*n h*nsen

[leonardalphachurch]

i REALLY want to actually organize my tagging system one day so i can more easily find stuff but for now i’ve just tagged all of my north posts bc they weren’t too hard to track all of them down and also… im really proud of our north writing lol

[artekai]

Fross: I am NOT desperate for Tilda's approval ‼️‼️‼️‼️ *proceeds to list reasons why you might think he's desperate for Tilda's approval* but Lis sucks soooooo I GUESS if it's either one or the other then you MAY consider me Tildapilled🙄 but I'm literally NOT.💪😎

[ioannemos]

been thinking a lot lately about how my version of "body neutrality" was okay so far as it went but now that i think about it, it was kinda verging on "body irrelevancy" instead 🤔 like "yep my body sure does exist. anyway" and so now i'm trying to move on to ??? integration? like. "my body is an essential aspect of who i am"? claiming a sort of... ownership? or at least... idk. i've been making more of an effort to eat better food, get the right amount of sleep, and i'm gonna try pilates as a regular thing. also i've been thinking about piercing my ears a second time, trying to figure out what kind of clothes i'd feel more... idk, excited to wear? and if i want a tattoo. and what the heck i'm going to do with my hair

[scalpelsister]

Ok I know the lighting heres a bit odd but... dark ranger Morana 👀

[k0kichiimagines]

those symbols on ovens are useless mothers made them up so they can yell at us for not putting the oven on whatever little symbol they liked the most that day

im not even joking i dont know what they mean or what the difference is they are useless everything i bake goes on whichever i like the best and nothing changes an actual scam

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

for hard hours imagine sitting in between cheol’s legs with his hand rubbing your clit, the other hand around your neck, and his legs wrapped around yours to keep them open. sorry but the visual is INSANEEE to me and like him dirty talking in your ear with his deep voice 🧎🏻‍♀️

“thought you were more interested in playing your game, love.”

and it’s true—you were. then seungcheol, fresh out of the shower, took it upon himself to settle behind you, wrap an arm around your middle, and provide free, unsolicited commentary on your playthrough of breath of the wild.

then his hand under your tee, warm on your stomach (“when’s zelda showing up?” “she’s not in this area, loser.”). kisses, languid and more tongue than not, on your shoulder. his other hand finds your inner thigh, which would normally be fine, except it lingers a little high and you’re notably not wearing shorts.

no matter. you have things to do and none of them involve seungcheol at the moment. the controller is cool and grounding in your hands and you’re not easily distracted.

distraction is a cruel mistress, though, because two loading screens later, his thumb finds your clit through the silk of your underwear. he’s slow, gentle, just running it over the thin fabric.

“how’s takeout sound for dinner?” he asks, voice low. “sound good to you?”

“y-yeah.”

it’s your worst trait, but your stubbornness will not allow you to just put the controller down and let whatever is happening to just happen.

you buy some arrows, mind level as he strokes you over your underwear. never mind that you can feel his cock, half hard, pressed up against your back. you briefly think about the night before now, when you were gagging on it, your own hand down your shorts. but you digress—ignorance must be bliss.

“thai? greek? i can pick it up.” his voice has dropped an octave, and it’s such a little thing, but it still makes your tummy knot into itself. just a little more pressure on your sensitive cunt, and traitorously, your feel your thighs spread for him, just a little. “wouldn’t wanna distract you from your game.”

“you-you wouldn’t be.”

whatever he’s doing feels really fucking good, though. you’re scared to look down from the screen because you know you’ll see his forearm strong against your front, veiny hand between your legs, and it’ll all be over for you.

you kill some goblins. then he peels your panties, arousal-sticky, to the side, letting his skin kiss yours.

fuck, he swears under his breath, and you almost whimper out loud. two fingers slide between your pussy lips, and before you know it, he’s holding them in front of your face. they’re so, so glossy with your slick, and you let yourself go a little by taking them into your mouth. the tang hits your tongue and he groans behind you and you feel your mind fuzz up with desire all at once.

it’s dizzying but you are no quitter. not even when he bites your earlobe, murmuring something about how wet you are and how he wants to bend you over the couch and fuck you into tomorrow.

it’s a little harder when he’s fucking those fingers into you, trapping your legs behind his so you can’t avoid him any longer. your hands are losing grip of the controller and you’ve stopped trying to fight the rock of your hips into his hand.

“you were doing so good,” he laughs. “still focused?”

“y-yeah,” you breathe. “don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit, letting the pads of his fingers hook into your g-spot. “how about now?”

you shake your head, but you put the controller down. your eyes are watering with pleasure and you can’t really see the screen anyway.

teeth on your jaw. a hand on your neck. a rough thumb on your clit, and the cruel realization that he’s got you trapped in his arms and you like it.

“now?”

[fragglez]

met my friend's friends today and this guy was so strange at one point we were sitting next to eachother and we were like "it smells like smoke in here 🤨" and he asked if I could sniff his sleeve and I was like yeah sure and then I was like "you don't smell like smoke" and then he just leans in and smells my shoulder and goes "it's not you either-" and then he goes in for ANOTHER sniff ??????? and says I smell really good ??? bro quit sniffing me

[phagodyke]

ughhhh

[levisjinchuriki]

more to love - toji fushiguro

summary: toji loves a curvy woman and isn’t shy about it

warning: nsfw, curses, praise kink, dom!toji, chubby reader, body worship, afab reader, mention of female anatomy, mention of cunnilingus, backshots, petnames, spanking, booty rubs, fluff, smut, overstimulation

toji has always been a man who knows exactly what he likes, and when it comes to women, curves are at the top of his list. he’s noticed the weight you’ve put on recently and how your clothes hug you more than usual. when you’re near him, the way your curves catch his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. every time you walk by, he can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, savoring the shape of your body, the way your hips sway and how your curves fit perfectly in the clothes you wear

toji can't help but bring you into his lap when you walk past him in your– now form-fitted– pajama pants. “you’ve been filling out, huh?" he asks as he gropes your thighs. everywhere i look, you’re getting even softer. these pants fit you perfectly now”.

toji's touch becomes more insistent. he’ll slide his hands under your shirt to feel your stomach pudge, loving how soft and squishy it is. “so pretty, mama. can’t get enough of you”

toji isn’t shy about making you aware of his appreciation for the changes in your body. the softness, the fullness—it’s all his to claim. the way toji touches you—unapologetically, with no room for shame— makes you feel so sexy. while you straddle his lap, his touch is possessive as he feels your hips, your stomach and your back rolls. “fucking perfect” he growls as he takes greedy handfuls of your ass

toji likes to absentmindedly rub comforting circles on your butt as you lay with him. you’ll be watching tv, laying on his chest and slowly falling asleep as he softly rubs you there. it's more of a comfort thing for him.

toji likes to take a nap on your stomach since he claims it’s the perfect pillow. he also is a sucker for your thighs and often rests his head against one as he cuddles your leg. when you run your fingers through his hair, he’s done for– falling asleep almost instantly every time

toji in the bedroom is another beast, and there’s no question where his hands will wander. he’ll make sure that ass is front and center, exploring, groping, teasing, and worshipping. toji will pull you into him, sliding his hands over her curves, especially when you’re bent over for him. he likes the control he has when his hands are on your hips, guiding you, making you move to his rhythm. he'll give you a few sharp smacks, especially if you’ve been teasing him with your movements. 

toji’s hands splay over your skin as you arch for him. he moves to caress the curve of your lower back before sliding lower, over the swell of your hips. he leans down, his chest brushing against your back as his lips press a searing kiss to your shoulder. “you feel so fucking good” he moans low and husky. his lips trail down your spine, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. his teeth graze your skin, playful and teasing while his hand slides over your stomach to hold you steady. “stay just like that” he commands softly. the way he holds you, the way he presses into you—it’s all-consuming. he knows exactly how to take his time, alternating between rough and tender, making you dizzy.

toji's backshots are mean. the grip on your waist is harsh as he lets out a low groan. his eyes lock on where you two meet and he’s almost hypnotized by the way your skin ripples under his movements. he feels too good that you can’t help but squirm in his grasp. “uh uh, c’mere” he mutters, his hands pressing down on your back to force a deeper arch that has you gasping. “where you goin’, huh?” he asks as he gives you a few spanks. the angle makes you gasp as he hits that perfect spot over and over. you reach back, weakly trying to push against his abs as you cry from pleasure, but it’s no use. “c’mon, baby. lemme have it”.

toji will tease you even more now since there’s more skin to work with. his lips run along your skin, leaving gentle kisses as his thumb brushing over the edge of your waistband. his lips trail higher, leaving warm, lingering kisses, and your breath catches when you feel his teeth graze against the soft flesh of your thigh. it’s not a gentle nip; toji’s bite is firm, enough to leave a mark, but you’re not complaining. he leans in again, his lips now pressing soft, teasing kisses on the bruised area, as if marking his territory. you can’t help but moan softly, your hands threading through his hair, urging him to continue. the way he’s focused on every inch of your skin, makes your pulse race. toji knows exactly how to drive you crazy, how to make you want him more with each deliberate touch.

toji's dream is to be smothered between your thighs as he eats you out. he loves overstimulating you. he does it on purpose so he can feel you squeezing your trembling legs around his head as he works you through your release. he’ll hold your legs open, kneading at the flesh as he pleasures you. and he won’t stop until you tap out

toji whispers “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted” when he's come down from an intense a few rounds. his hands are on you, lips pressed to your skin, and his voice low and filled with raw emotion. his praises make you feel completely cherished. toji isn’t just touching you—he’s worshipping you, wanting you to know just how much he loves every inch of you. and he makes sure to remind you constantly

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a/n: thank you for reading!! i wrote another version similar to this, but with chubby toji!! you can read it here!