#wanna learn so BADDD

[asthecrowrambles]

i wanna develop a game so baaaaaad but in order to do that i need to learn programming and blender modeling and animation and foley sound design and music design and

[sulky-cabbage]

The sukugo fight can't get animated any sooner I'm craving sukugo tiktok edits

[novaqwy]

probably my edgiest oc I love her nonetheless <3

[anpmalies]

my first drawing using clip studio paint...

[avpdgirlfriend]

also i wish i cld bake things to give to my bf soo bad . love language of giving u a tasty little treat (hi lili wahts ur favorite kind of dessert hi) ive made these little shortbread cookies w a gummy heart in them a couple of times they wld be so cute i think....

[kidfoundonstreets]

wabna learn chess and solitatire simply bc i think itd amke me hot

[lilbunnycat]

I'm rewatching atla (the animated series) for the first time in a looong time and i missed these guys so much!! Watching it while regressed it so fun because it's just like it was when i was little for real. These are my friends <3<3

[riddlessecretss]

Train ride with Mattheo Riddle:

• You CANNOT tell me he would not bombard your phone with selfies.🤣

• Your passcode being his birthday>>

• Fucking him in front of his friends because you two don’t care.

Omg the way he looks in this photo is just majestic.

“Y/nn! Hurry up, I don’t know why you brought that suitcase for this year.”

“I’ve got a dorm to myself this year which means I’ve got more storage. And I’m going to use it.”

He chuckled and helped you with pulling the case up from the platform. “Thank you baby.” You thank him with a kiss on the cheek. You start looking for your assigned seats and get the window and middle seat. Opposite you is Theodore and opposite Mattheo is Tom. You guys lost Tom and Theodore a while back while you were smoking and flirting with Mattheo.

You have a seat but sit on Mattheo’s lap so you can cuddle. You are always tense about the train since your older brother left the school and doesn’t go on the tram anymore. But messing around with Mattheo makes it better.

Theo didn’t get enough sleep last night because he had girls over, of course. He fell asleep first so you decided to take a photo.💀

You and Mattheo couldn’t stop laughing at how mad he looked even when he slept. When you got to know Theo you would learn that he’s probably the sweetest Slytherin out there. But he doesn’t like to show it.

But you were too busy still laughing at him to realise Blaise and Enzo had been editing photos of Tom and Draco. You open your phone to the gc to see these.

Tom👺- That is not funny! Just you fucking wait tonight Lorenzo Berkshire.

Enzo🌺- I take it back!!

Tom👺- Too late.

You- BAHAHA🤣

Draco🌝- I CANTT

Blaise🏋️- Draco don’t think your safe💀

Mattheo❤️- Oh shit😭 the first one is baddd buddy.

Draco🌝- My father will hear about this!

You get tired after all the messing about with Mattheo so you decide to take a nap. Which results in another photo added in the gc.

Enzo🌺- Aww

Theo🇮🇹- And they laughed at me for sleeping!

You wake up from the smell of liquor and w33d. Mattheo passes you the joint. “Thank yo-“

“Any snacks for the remaining journey?”

For three years in a row you and Mattheo buy nearly everything and throw it around the carriage to share. You and Mattheo have taken upon yourselves to be the parents of the group whether your responsible or not is not important. You all get high as you arrive to school.

Dumbledore’s greeting speech is always a bore and you have to sit through all the new first years hat sorting ceremony. Mattheo has got his hand on your thigh the entire time.

“Can you stay quiet for me doll?” You nod as he slides his hand up and reaches under your skirt. You try and keep a straight face while Mattheo’s hand is on your pussy. He starts rubbing your clothed cunt and eventually speeds up. Before you get to cum Mattheo moves his hand away. Tease. You take a drink to help you cool down. His hand starts to creep back as the boys share a few sniggers in the new years crying over their hogwarts house.

His hand gets higher than before as he sneaks a finger in and curls up to hit your g-spot. A squeal leaves your mouth as you cover your mouth, luckily no-one heard. Mattheo adds two fingers as he adds, “You can be as loud as you want tonight.” You smirk as you remember your good luck tradition to make the room more welcoming is to fuck on the first night.

You squirm under his touch and it isn’t long until you cum in his hand. He hold eye contact as he licks his fingers.

“We have got a new student joining the 12th year!” Dumbledore announces as you all turn your head. The brunette walks up to the hat and already looks like fun, you wanna be her friend.

“SLYTHERIN!”🗣️🗣️

It’s late because I fell asleep. Enjoy and i will prolly make this a series. If I re log a post go and show them some love because these peoples works are impressive! Tyy for nearly 300 likes on a post! Navaiah💝

[sheila--e]

"the usa education system is so baddd they dont teach us anything..... also i dont wanna learn about africa because its not in my special interest and not my hobby and also africa is not useful anyways :/" I need some of you people to go outside and get ran over so badly

[stupidlovergirl]

TL;DR He's HOT! In which you get caught gushing about how into them you are, by them

Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan,Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor Dateables Version not edited

"What do I like about Lucifer?" you repeat back. "What is there not to like? He has a pretty good fashion sense, a mature vibe also-" you kept rambling, naming qualities you like about the eldest demon, from his physical qualities to his personality. 

He honestly couldn't believe his ears. He had just come to drop off some documents and ask questions. He didn't suspect that you and Diavolo would be talking about him, much less what you supposedly liked about him. The list must be quite great, as you have barely taken a breath and kept chattering off things.

"To sum it up, Lucifer is one the hottest men I've met. Mature with the just right amount of playfulness. Not to mention easy on the eyes" you finish, love sick look in your eyes

He stopped and waited before appearing a little while after. Diavolo could tell he heard, by the smug smirk he wore. You felt awkward, I mean you were literally JUST singing the man's praises. Giving the documents to Diavolo, Lucifer chatted a little before saying goodbye.

You immediately got called to his office after you came home. Man literally started quoting what you said as you rotted away in the chair in front of his desk. Don't worry, he's just having his fun before he tells you the feeling is mutual.

Mammon catches you talking to Asmo about him on one of your spa days. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop! Honest! You were just kinda loud and he could hear all that you were saying about him through the door.

“Have you SEEN his eyes Asmo? They are the prettiest shade of blue! Ugh, and his hair is so freaking soft. I have never been so in love. He can rob me blind as long as he just keeps smiling. I am so down bad. AND ANOTHER THING-!” you said, going on another tangent. 

Mammon is blushing sooo bad. He is so pumped you like him back! As you should, he IS your first man!!! He has no preservation instincts, so he yells in victory, fistpumping the air. Asmo gets on to him and they have an argument about how he needed to learn to stop that. You, on the other hand, are trying to hide.

Mammon kidnaps you (against all of Asmo's protest) and tells you that you should feel that way about him! He is the Great Mammon after all, your first man! He also stutters out that he likes you too. 

Leviathan does not know how the stars aligned, but he heard you and Beel talking in the kitchen. Well, you were talking as Beel scarfed down the entirety of the fridge and pantry. (He's hoping that his rainbow pizza is a survivor).

"He is just so dreamy, Beel. I don't know how he doesn't see it. His sunset eyes, his devotion to his games? Ugh, and when he goes on his nerd rants? Be still my beating heart!!" You exclaim dramatically. 

Through a muffled mouth of food, he hears his younger brother reply 

"Just tell him. I'm pretty sure he likes you back" 

"He's like a wild animal! Can't approach him to fast or he will run away!! Ugh, but I wanna kiss him so baddd"

He squeaks at that comment, quite loudly. The two of you come out of the kitchen, but Levi is GONE. He might have given away someone who was listening in, but he will not get caught.

Later in the week, he invites for an anime marathon, and makes it very obvious he knows. Just tell him there, he'll freak out, but accept anyways.

Honestly, it was your fault for talking about Satan in a library, especially quite close to the mystery novels.

He was looking for a novel, when he heard you and Mammon talking. He recalls that earlier in the week you two got in trouble for low quiz scores, so you must have been forced to stay here for so many hours.

"Ugh, he is so cute. I love him sooo much. He is so cute when he plays with the cats in the street. He looks so at peace and comfy I lose my mind. Not to mention, his ability to remember things? Iconic. He is the only reason I pass history. I have never felt this way before! I think Satan is, like, my perfect match."

"Good for you. Did you find a cheat sheet online?" Mammon replies boredly.

"I don't think Lucifer would appreciate you not even attempting the work, Mammon" Satan replies, startling both of you.

"Satan!" the both of you yell, in shock.

"H-how long have you been there?" You ask nervously. Oh, how cute is all Satan can think.

"Long enough"

He ignores it till Mammon and you finish your work, with his help of course. He tells you the feeling is mutual, and that he appreciates all the compliments.

Asmo was running late. It was usual, beauty takes time you know! It's also tasteful to be fashionably late, keeping suspense up. He does feel a little bad, as it is Solomon and you kept waiting. It was a cute new café that he had seen all over Devilgram, and just knew that the three of you had to go together.

He was about to yell out for you two, but he saw you passionately talking about something so he decided not to.

"He is just so pretty, Sol. Do you ever think he would be into me? He is completely out of my league, but maybe there's a small chance?? I could be, like, his funny little significant other who hypes him up!! I think Asmo would appreciate that, don't you?"

Solomon, who had noticed Asmo approaching, just shrugged. 

"I dunno, you ask him" is all he says, pointing at the object of your affections with a smirk.

Asmo is soooo happy!!!!! You and him are gonna be the prettiest couple to ever exist, and he tells you that right then and there. He announces that you're dating right on the spot, as you and he both obviously want to. You three have a good day out, and when you go home, Asmo spoils you as you both talk about how the other one is prettier.

Beel had just gotten out of a shower after a workout. He, you, and Belphie had a movie night planned. Aka, Beel gets snacks, Belphie sleeps through the entire thing, and you get to see something you have wanted to for a little bit while hanging out with the twins. It was a perfect win-win -win for all three of you. You and Belphie we're doing prep(you were while Belphegor slept the whole time) for when he came back in their room. So, when he heard you giggling in their room, Beel couldn't help but smile.

"He is so perfect, Belph! He cares so deeply for everyone, and is so kind. I dunno if I ever met such a sweetheart before. I think I should go for it, but I don't know. I figure I should ask you how he feels since he is your twin"

"Go for it" is all Belphegor replies with, sleep obvious in his words. He hears you laugh again, and then decides to open the door.

You look a little pale, and Belphie looks a little smug. He probably heard him coming down the hall, with his better hearing.

"Hey! So I thought-"

"You really feel that way?" Beel ask.

"Oh! You, uh, heard that. Yeah, I really do"

Ecstatic, he smiled so big when you said you were serious. Puppy boyfriend aquired baybee!!!!!!! You two watch the movie while holding hands and cuddling as best you could. Belphie appreciates you two being together but he's not giving up the best cuddle spot to indulge you two.

Belphie, Satan, and you had a scheduled Anti-Lucifer League meeting. The plan was to move everything in Lucifer's office half an inch to irk him. Belphegor had fallen asleep, so he came in a little later than you two. 

"He is so cute when he sleeps Satan! He literally acts like a cat! When he snuggles his head into my stomach I lose my mind!!! I might be reading into it too hard, but I think he might also like me back? Maybe I'm delusional, but it seems like it! I like Belphie so much, he makes me crazy"

"Criminally insane, crazy does not fully describe how in deep you are" Satan replies boredly, like he had heard this rant time and time again.

Belphie, is of course, happy. You like him! Him! Oh man, this is such a good day. He obviously acts like he doesn't know anything when he enters the room. You look awkward, and Satan is tired. After a day or two, he brings it up. He wanted to make you feel like he hadn't heard you. He makes fun of you for being so down bad, but accepts your feelings and tells you he feels the same. He might not show it, but he is also so into you it almost hurts.

[chiharuhashibira]

Could I please request reader grinding against Giyu’s thighs please

I crave that please uwu 😩🥹

YES~ I would love to write about Giyu @pinejayy

Ughhhh~ I wanna write this one-shot so baddd and now I have the time so buckle up your seatbelts...

Here's the Giyu train~

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

But of course my babes, before I continue this...

MINORS DNI!

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

Content Warnings: Matured Themes/NSFW/Curse Words/Aggressive Giyu/Penetration/Round 2

NOTE: AGAIN, Minors. Do. Not. Interact.

(All images are not mine)

As Giyu Tomioka's tsugoku, you need to keep your cool around him. But honestly, the Water Hashira takes your breath away. His fine movements always made you wonder if he'd be great on be—

You stopped yourself before your thoughts drifted away again. You're attracted to the Water Hashira, as he was one of the finest and greatest demon slayers out there. But then, you can't show that easily. Even if your mission with him is done, if he sees you not focused, surely he'll be disappointed.

Giyu is silent, as always, as he settles down in the room, placing his sword gently on the table at the corner of the room. You also did it, assuming that, like you do with other demon slayers, you'd share a room with him. You looked at the Water Hashira in disbelief because he was astounded by your actions. It was the first time that both of you had a mission together, so you never knew if he had some rules or whatnot.

"You're sharing a room with me?" He asked with a surprised tone. You blinked in confusion and looked at him. "I guess? That's what we usually do, Tomioka-san. Unless there's a special rule that comes if your mission is with a Hashira?" You said firmly.

He just shrugged his shoulders, and that made you annoyed. He was the one who asked you to be his tsugoku, as you were trying to be Lord Tengen's. Yes, you wanted to learn Sound Breathing at first but this enigmatic man convinced you to learn Water Breathing instead.

He was nicer before, asking you how have you been but now, Giyu treats you coldly—colder than how he treats Shinobu—and that bothered you.

That's it... I'm so done with this.

"Do you hate me?" You asked, making him shoot a surprised glance at you. If looks can kill, you're definitely dead right now.

"I can't fathom why these thoughts bother you at all." He finally spoke up, crossing his arms and facing you completely.

"If I were Lord Tengen's tsugoku, he wouldn't just shrug me off. Surely he would make me feel like I'm one of the greatest tsugokus out there."

It was too late when you realised that what you said was too much. You gulped as the Water Hashira's eyebrow creased in frustration. He walked towards you, taking you aback. "T–Tomioka-san, sorry, I didn't—"

Your words were cut off as he suddenly wrapped his hand around your neck, tightening it but not too much to kill you. That made your eyes widen, and tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You tried to push him away but he caught your hand, squeezing it tight.

"What attention do you want to receive? This?"

You felt like you were drowning in the sound of your heartbeats as Giyu's lips smashed against yours, aggressively kissing you as he pinned you on the wall. All your strength slowly ebbed out of your body as he held your hands above your head and his kisses became sloppier.

Tomioka pulled out, looking at you with lust in his eyes. You gulped as your body betrayed you. You love what Tomioka does to you right now.

"I bet the Sound Hashira won't be able to make you feel this special with his three wives around him."

"Tomioka-san—"

"You'll never know how I kept my calm with you, Y/N. But fuck! You're trying my patience!"

That was the first time you saw Giyu unleash his frustrations, and it shocked you. But the Water Hashira took this as an opportunity to carry you down the futon, making you straddle his thighs. You tried to protest, but the man slammed his lips against yours once again, squeezing your ass over your skirt.

The adrenaline surged through your body, causing you to moan as you began to kiss him back. You slowly felt him get hard as you slowly grinded on his clothed thighs. Giyu pulled your hair back and started kissing your neck, using his other hand to unbutton your uniform.

"Do you want this?" He said it through his kisses. You knew that his biting and sucking on your neck would leave a mark on your skin, but you didn't care. "Y-Yes... Tomioka-san... I want this!"

He stopped kissing you for a moment, and for the first time in your life, you saw a smile on his lips. But that immediately faded as he pulled you closer once again, moaning in your mouth as you grinded your hips against his thighs.

With your underwear wet with your passion, you slowly wrapped your arms around Giyu's head as he buried his face between your exposed breasts, licking and sucking on the sensitive nipples.

"G-Giyu..." His first name rolled smoothly off your tongue, which made him chuckle. "Calling me... *kiss* by... mmm *sucks on your left nipples and gropes your right breast* my first name... now huh?" He said, biting your nipple a bit—enough to make you moan louder than earlier and squirm on his thighs.

He slowly worked his way through your underwear, pulling them down so you could feel him more. You moaned as your wet pussy finally grinded on his clothed thighs. It's so good, but you bet that his skin would feel better.

You aggressively rubbed your wet pussy against his thighs, moaning between his kisses and chuckles. And with a blink of an eye, you felt the familiar churn in your stomach, and you finally almost screamed, "F-Fuck! I'm cumming,"  when Giyu covered your mouth and gave you a smile as you grinded on his thighs faster.

"Cum for me, Y/N... You're so good." He gave you a sly smile, looking at your eyes with oozing lust in them. "You've always been a good girl, Y/N. Great at fights, great as my tsugoku, and of course, perfect to be fucked on my bed. You've always made me proud, baby."

The man gave you compliments that sounded so seductive that you never expected to hear them from him. That aroused you more, and you finally bit your lip, held tight to his shoulder, and locked eyes with the Water Hashira.

"Ahhhhh~" You finally said, as your pussy throbbed in pleasure as you rubbed it against his thighs. When the waves calmed down in you, Tomioka placed you beside him, looking at you with such intense eyes.

"You've come already. How about me?" He said it so casually that it made you blush. Tomioka's head was resting on his hand as he looked at you with building lusts in his eyes. You looked back at him once again and saw how wonderful he was against the rays of the moonlight.

You were so drowning in passion that you kissed his hand, which was reaching out to touch your cheeks. Tomioka suddenly went over you, slowly undressing you as he showered your body in kisses.

"I'm not *kiss* as showy as Uzui-san *sucks on your neck* but if *massages your titties* you have told me *kisses your lips* that it bothers— haaaah~"

As you slid your hand inside his pants and felt his hardened cock between your palms, he was caught off guard. "Fuck... just like that..." He said as he pulled his pants down and lifted your skirt. You felt his hot cock against your stomach as he removed your shirt and tossed it aside.

He stopped kissing you for a moment and looked into your eyes once more.

"If you only told me that it bothers you, I would've shown you how special you are to me."

"Tomioka-san..."

"And you wouldn't even think that Uzui-san would treat you better. Because I know I can treat you the best, as my tsugoku and as my girl." He said with his voice sounding so confident.

"I didn't mean to say that..." You blushed, ashamed of what you had said earlier. You know how nice Giyu is, but it's just that you're not happy with his coldness.

"Do you really want this?"

He asked politely, caressing your cheek as he rubbed the tip of his cock on your clit. You can't help but squirm with the stimulation. The Water Hashira's next question definitely triggered your fuck-me mode once more.

"Would you like to cum with me, Y/N?"

"Y-yes please. Fuck me hard, Giyu. I'm fucking thirsty for you~."

The Water Hashira spread your legs and finally entered you. A moan of pleasure escaped both of your mouths in unison as Giyu buried his face in the crook of your neck as he felt how tight you were.

You held tightly on his shoulders as he buried himself deeper, making you almost scream in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, Y/N. Is this your first time?" He asked in a whisper as he soothed you with a kiss on the lips. "Yes..." you said, making him chuckle. "I want to tell you that I'll be gentle, but you pissed me off earlier. But I'll definitely make this feel good, love."

The nickname he gave you made you bite your lip, and as you did so, Giyu finally managed to enter you completely, filling your pussy with his hot and warm cock.

He slid in and out of you, making your breasts move up and down with his motion. Giyu savoured this as he licked your sensitive nipples, moaning loudly as he did so, causing you to nearly cum once more.

But whenever you feel your peak, Giyu will slow down and kiss your lips, both of your tongues fighting for dominance, which leaves you a happy loser as he wins over and over.

Giyu's hands wandered over your body, touching every crevice that he never imagined reaching. "You're mine." He said this as he fucked you so hard that you were on the verge of passing out in pleasure. The first time he did it, when he heard the most erotic sound coming from your lips, he repeatedly hit the sweet spot in you.

As quiet as he is in fights, Giyu's definitely a moaner in bed. With his sexy groans and raspy voice coming to your senses, you can't help but feel like you don't want this to end.

"Mmmm~ Giyu almost there!"

With this, the Water Hashira felt the warmth building up on his stomach as well. The dam will break soon, and you're happy to be flooded by it. "Me too, love..."

He said as his thrusts became quicker and deeper, making you moan harder in pleasure. As he fucked you harder, Giyu lifted your legs and placed them on his clothed shoulders. He held on to your waist and kissed your lips so passionately.

"Ahhhh!" You shouted in unison, as both of you hadn't been able to stop yourselves from doing so because of too much pleasure. His cum filled your pussy and you definitely loved it.

Giyu passed out over you, feeling his strength ooze out of his body. You embraced him and buried your face on his shoulders.

"Sorry for what I said earlier... I'm just frustrated because... I like you." You said you were still feeling guilty about what you did. "I'm sorry too for not showing you how much I appreciate you. I really like you too, Y/N." He whispered back, making your heart jump inside your chest.

Giyu finally looked into your eyes, giving you a smile. "But at least now I know how I will show you how proud I am of you."

You blushed at his words; you clearly know what he's implying.

The night ended with you kissing and fucking over and over again. At least you also know now how the Water Hashira performs on bed. You love it, and you definitely look forward to it again.

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𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚?

As a Giyu's girl, I crave this too soooo thanks again for requesting @pinejayy☺️

I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. YES I DID ENJOY WRITING GIYU SMUT HAHAHA My gosh, the man's so hot. I can't contain it anymore XD

And I am definitely lucky to find those pics on Google, so shout out to the owner XD It boosted my imagination! HAHAH!

Anyways, that's it for now. 💓 Feel free to request anything ^^ Also, check out my chaptered fic, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔) as more surprises will come soon~

NOTE: AGAIN, Minors. Do. Not. Interact.

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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Guys I’m high nd I think I js thought of a way to loose a lot of weight 😭

First, don’t eat. Go on walks. Drink water when needed, not wanted. (I don’t wanna be bloated). If I’m in a lot of pain then I can eat a gogurt (50 cals) or a cracker (prob like 10-30 cals each) and if I’m still in pain then I can eat like a bread with butter or smt? Idk it spike 300 cals for white bread but it’s the only kinds I have. Leave mealsspo plss.

Do this for however long it takes to loose 20 lbs.

Then, drink a lot of water to the point I’m bloated to keep me from eating. I’ll have to learn self control and say no to whoever offers me food and not give into munchies (I hate it sm).

I’ll prob stop buying dispos, and buy nic instead cs they suppress appetite. And most of the time I don’t even wanna get higher, I js wanna hit smt. I’m also a nic fein😭. But I’ll js buy my last 2g, then buy a nic. I want a geek bar so baddd😣.

And then I’ll keep doing this till summer comes, and I’ll stick to it. I’ll stick to it till I get the results I want. and if I binged? Purge. If I’m too scared to purge them I’ll have to make up the cals in exercise. And I hate exercising.

The only exception is when I’m on my period (like rn) nd the craving hit 😔. Imma go down a tub of ice cream bye bye.

[novaqwy]

another evelyn :D

[oh-no-its-bird]

Pspspspspps ooohhh you want to continue magical girl Izuna au sooooo badd (Using your own tactics against you is it working) just a haha silly idea but what if we got like idk 69 more seasons and 12 movies of magical girl Izuna totally doable I think personally. (Real)

I have a few other sketches I've done for this but this is the only sketch that looks remotely close to being good enough for outside eyes to see. Im probably gonna finish it at other time along with a tobiizu and a few odd Izuna and Amaterasu sketches I've also drawn from this au.

(P.s. without giving away too much information there is a hospital in Europe that's nightshift nursing staff is very aware of Magical girl Izuna because I just become a yapper when it's past 12 I guess)

IM SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY FUCKING LUNGS AT YOUR IZUNA OHHH YOU DREW HIM SO CUTE AND SO SILLY IM SOBBING INTO UR ARMS RN FUCK !!!!!

I AM BEGGING U TO SHARE ANYTHING WLSE U MADE FOR HIM IM ON MY ACTUAL KNEES PLS PLS PLS OHH YOU WANNA SHARE SOOO BADDD

IF you don't wanna post it u can totally always just dm it to me ,, 👁👁

ALSO THATS SO FUNNY OH MY GOD

The magical girl Izuna agenda spreads,,, like any good plague should were taking over the hospitals first

ANYWAYS TAKE SUSANOO CONTENT AS THANKS !!!! I designed him a while ago, tho dont ask me ab colors (probably gonna go with white hair and purple eyes to match Amaterasu's white hair and red eyes tho) but like!!! Holy shit the bastard of all time!!

(Pretty messy and with a different brush than usual bc I did it on mobile )

Madara wants to beat his ass 6 ways from Sunday but very unfortunatley can't

Man why can't he just learn to take a joke :// Susanoo is totally getting bored from all this vibe killing Madara and Hashirama are doing, like, omg chill?? It was literally just a prank.

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Two people asked about my AU and because I want to ramble I’m gonna answer them!!!!!!!

(Pic isn’t related I just wanted to add it <3)

This is jst about certain characters and what little lore I gave them:,D like I said!!! Still trying to figure out the character and their stories

OK!!! Starting off with Ignacio because @cupcake-catastrophe11 blew me to all the way to Texas with their drawing!

Ignacio always wanted to be a star, specifically in acting, and he definitely had the face for it. Dare I say he was a pretty young lad before getting his face and (nearly) entire body burned due to a stunt! Because you couldn’t get a place in acting with a face like his, the freak show is where he had to go!

Ignacio has been in the circus for the longest. He’s even picked up some extra talents besides charming the guest, like fire breathing and sword swallowing!

But Atlas (skids dad) and Lila see so much more in him because of how long he’s stayed with them. They gave him a role in preaching to the others; every Sunday when’s it’s time to learn about the one and only god!

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Now 4 @eyedrateanatomy little questions !!!

Roy and skid are like brothers! Since Roy was abandoned and Skid is an only child, they needed some “family” comfort that wasn’t from someone decades older than them!

Though they aren’t “glued together” close, they do like chatting from time to time and messing around. Sadly, Roy can’t hang out with skid too much, as he has to practice most days and has very little free time.

And Bob just has a gut of steel! He can eat nearly everything you throw at him… seriously! That’s an actual bit he does for guest, lots of wood and metal have perished in his tummy <:D! He was also meant to be the most tatted but I’m not drawing allat. X((

Radford looked mischievous in my drawing becauseee… idk !!! Let’s just say he was being mega homo to Kevin and blew his mind bc Kevin didn’t know gay people existed !!!!

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This wasn’t asked by anyone but whatever’!!

I wish I could’ve drawn more of the people that were in the circus! But I couldn’t bc I had no more room and I had to save some characters so they could be citizens/workers outside of the carnival.

The chars I didn’t draw (and will dw!!) are:

Actress/Millie(4 legged woman), Rick (ticket taker), Streber(4 pegged pirate), Frank(sells sweets), Lila + Atlas(show runners), and I’ve been thinking about adding these two in bc they would literally have no other purpose in this universe - thin thief & fat thief(can “read each others minds”(they can’t))

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OK OK I’m gonna shut up now but I wanna talk abt their relationships so baddd!! BUT TAHTS 4LATER

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HIII ok i adored ur Jim fic i love him SOO BADDDD WAHHH !!!! i was wondering if i could request a Jim smut of some kind??? i’m a trans man so i would love an afab reader w gender neutral/masc pronouns but of course only whatever ur comfy w:) and if u don’t wanna do that anything else jim related pls i love him SOOOO BADDD!!!! okay sorry for the huge block of text ily and ur work is god tier bro.

The New Normal

Pairing: Jim x gn!afab!Reader

Summary: "You felt the sudden urge to kiss him, to grab him and pull him close to you, tell him to join you in the shower. "

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, praise kink, kinda almost soft!dom Jim? Reader is AFAB but no use of gendered pronouns, uhhh brief allusion to 9/11 blink and you'll miss it, if I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Max NEVER apologize for asking for Jim smut I am ALWAYS looking for a reason to write Jim smut. Also forgive the cross tagging but the only way I will ever reach other Cillian sluts is if I use the Thomas Shelby tag.

America was different than you’d expected it to be.

In the shows and movies, there wasn’t much diversity; either you were on a farm, or you were in the big city. The speech patterns were always overdramatized, too, and when you first reached the McGuire base in New Jersey, you were a bit disappointed when nobody shouted that “they were walkin’ he-ya!” Even more disappointed when you reached Brooklyn and were told that the accent was of a dying variety.

But in the grand scheme of things, it was so…normal. It was England before the outbreak, but with smaller busses and slower trains. You didn’t really know how to feel about it, about how the rest of the world carried on so unconcerned while the island you grew up in fell to pieces. In a way, relieved, but a small part of you felt almost offended that nobody was holding constant vigils.

What offended you more, though, was the realization that the process of being granted asylum was not something that happened quickly. While you were appreciative to Hannah’s distant cousins who had agreed to sponsor you while you awaited the business to be over—which could take years, you’d learned—you were nauseated that you still had to prove yourself in order to be allowed to stay. The lawyers, doctors, soldiers, and judges you’d met with explained that the process would go smoothly, that it was something that had to be done, not due to the nature of the thing you were escaping, but due to those who might abuse any leniency the country showed.

The world really hadn’t changed at all.

~~~

“Finished already?” You hummed at Jim when he walked through the door. Hannah’s family had taken you all shopping when you first arrived—a relief, really, to be able to change out of the fatigues the air force had given you—and Jim, despite his usual attire being casual, at best, looked so…handsome, now, with his skin not caked in blood, or dirt, or sweat. His hair was growing back in and he was wearing jeans that actually fit him. His shirt read “I<3NY” and even though you told him it looked ridiculous when he had first picked it up, you couldn’t deny that it hugged his arms in the right places.

“Not much to be done. You stitched me up so well.” He smiled at you, crossing the apartment to join you on the couch. “Doctor said he’d like to meet you.”

“I’ve met too many people this month.” You curled your legs up under you and stretched your arms over your head. “Never thought I’d say it, but I miss the apocalypse.” You leaned your head back.

Jim exhaled through his nose, amused, leaning himself back on the couch to face you. “No, you don’t.”

“I don’t,” You agreed, “It’s just…”

“Too much, too soon.”

“I guess.” You stared at each other for a while, not moving, not speaking. “I wish I could fast forward.” Jim tilted his head into the cushion he was leaning on, prompting you to continue. “I want to be used to it by now. Wanna be able to walk down the street and see a missing poster and still have hope.” You shuddered when you remembered the posters plastered on the train station walls, how familiar one disaster could feel when compared to another. “I want to feel normal. Everything here is so normal. Why am I not normal yet?” You didn’t have the energy to continue pouring over your emotions, perfectly fine with leaving it on that note.

“You’re not normal.” Jim leaned forward. “Neither am I. Neither is Hannah—s’got nothing to do with—” He waved around the two of you, implying the ordeal you’d lived through. You nodded in agreement. “And we’ll never be their kind of normal. Might just be ‘cause we’re English. Heard they had a war with us here, way back.” Jim deadpanned, and you smiled at him.

“I think I just need a shower.” You sighed, still looking at him. You felt the sudden urge to kiss him, to grab him and pull him close to you, tell him to join you in the shower. You felt your skin flush at the thought. You hadn’t been able to do much of anything but go to different meetings since you got here. One after another, it had made it difficult to find time for yourself, let alone time for you and Jim. Stolen kisses here and there, cuddles under the sheets of your bed, calling out “I love you” before the door closed behind you—there had been no time to enjoy each other.

Not to mention, you lived in a rented apartment with thin walls, and Hannah’s room was next to yours.

You hesitated to get up, and Jim sensed your delay. He brought a hand up to your hair, petting you.

“Hannah’s gone for the night. Sleepover.” You muttered, trying to be sly instead of asking for anything outright. Jim cocked a brow in jest.

“Just us, then?”

“Just us.” You confirmed. Tension formed between the two of you, and you swallowed.

“We can—can I join you in the shower?” His words were rushed, and he looked down when he spoke, only looking back up at you to gage your reaction once the question was complete. “You can say n—”

“Yes.” You felt breathless.

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It was almost laughable, the two of you getting undressed together. It wasn’t out of the ordinary, a shared bedroom holds plenty of space for two people to dress and undress in front of each other, but the expectation made all the difference. Jim’s “I<3NY” shirt was now discarded on the floor, his jeans unbuttoned as he helped you out of your own outfit. Your mouth fell open slightly when he peeled your shirt off of you, the feeling of his hands leaving a warm trail over your sides and a wet feeling between your legs. You reached for the waistband of his jeans, looping your fingers over the denim and into the boxers he wore underneath and beginning to pull down. He laughed quietly as he watched you struggle to move them down his waist.

“Don’t have to do all the work.” He placed his hands over yours and helped you remove his clothes. In turn, he found the button of your jeans and quickly undid them, letting you pull down the tight material and exposing yourself to him. All that remained were your panties, and Jim let out a low whistle when he reached out to brush the lace with his knuckles. “Pretty baby.”

You pushed against his chest lightly. “Shower.” You reminded him, but at this point it didn’t really matter to you. You whined slightly when his hand fell lower over your sex, nearly cupping you.

“Got all night.” He pulled down the remaining fabric, leaving you completely naked for him. And that’s how you felt—naked. Almost scared, as if now that your underwear was off and you were stripped completely, he would reconsider and not want this anymore—not want you anymore. You realized how stupid that sounded when Jim stood up at eye-level, grinning at you. You looked at him sheepishly as you stepped out of the panties pooled at your feet and toward him. You reached out to trace what remained of the wound on his abdomen, letting your fingers kiss the spots you hoped to eventually place your mouth on.

Suddenly you were in his arms, swooped up bridal style as he walked you into the bathroom. You heard yourself laugh nervously, and you buried your face into his neck. Feeling bold, you licked a stripe up to his pulse point, and he shuddered.

“Don’t wanna drop you.” He protested your action, but he lifted his head slightly to allow you better access. You did it again, letting your tongue linger and drift to his earlobe, nipping at it, feeling more and more comfortable with each step Jim took. He sighed dreamily, then placed you down on your feet next to the tub. He turned the handle, pulling the curtain back and taking your hand to guide you under the water. You all but pulled him in after you, and though he stumbled at first, he found his footing right in front of you. You watched the way the water seemed the frame his face; droplets running down his cheekbones and off of his chin. You kissed him, letting the water fall over your face, tasting it when you opened your mouth to welcome his tongue. You sighed into his mouth, a perfect combination of his taste and that of the water settling on your taste buds, and it went straight to your core. He leaned away from you, wrapping an arm around your waist and examining how the water matched the curve of your breasts. He kissed your chest, sucking on the skin just enough to make faint spots appear. You combed your fingers through his hair, closing your eyes.

“Normally,” He licked over what would soon become a dark purple spot, “I use the shower to wash up—reflect, sometimes.” He kissed his way up your chest and neck before straightening himself out and kissing your nose. “This is a much better use of my time.” You rolled your eyes, putting gentle pressure on his neck to encourage him to lean down and kiss you. He pulled you tighter to him, and you could feel his erection against your thigh. He pushed against you, enjoying the bit of friction you provided him, and you heard him grunt quietly. His hands found purchase on your ass, squeezing the flesh gently and using the angle to draw you even closer.

“Y’know—oh!” You were cut off by an especially hard squeeze as Jim’s hands continued to roam over your ass, “I do need—I need to wash my hair…”

“Tomorrow.” Was all Jim said, reaching between your bodies to place his cock where your stomach met his crotch. You gasped at the heavy feeling of him against you, and your own hand made its way down to grab hold of him. Jim choked on his own breath, eyes fluttering shut when you began to move your wrist up and down his length. Out of curiosity, you looked down to watch your ministrations, wanting to fully enjoy the view that you had so desperately craved for so long. His cock was long, and you could see and feel the veins that ran up the extent of his shaft to the pink of his tip. You moaned quietly at the sight, hoping Jim didn’t think you pathetic for the pleasure you got out of stroking him. His mouth agape, he shut his eyes tight, trying not to think about how good your hand felt. You kneeled before him, and planted a kiss on his head, licking a stripe over him.

“O—h,” he was panting, “Fuck, baby.” You watched his chest rise and fall dramatically as you took his tip between your lips, swiping your tongue over and around it a few times before beginning to inch the rest of him inside of your mouth. You moved your head up and down, gagging slightly when you felt the pressure of holding him too deep for too long against the back of your throat. “Oh, fu—yeah, that’s it. Good, baby, so good.” You hummed in appreciation of his praise, the vibrations making him bite his lip and furrow his brow in concentration, desperately trying to ward off his high before he had gotten to explore you fully. You pulled your mouth off of his cock with a pop that softly echoed in the shower, and he watched as you planted more kisses along him.

He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. The vision in front of you made you feel dizzy; Jim breathing hard, cock bobbing against his stomach, wet from your spit and from the shower, hair falling over his ears, draped in a blanket of water. You rubbed your thighs together, now pruned hand resting on his knee for, what? Permission, maybe?

Jim helped you up from the floor, and you watched him turn the shower handle. In the brief moment before the water stopped completely, it turned freezing cold, and you felt goosebumps erupt over you. You brought yourself closer to Jim, both in an attempt to find warmth and in a silent plea that he continue what had begun in the shower.

Dripping wet—in more ways than one—you found yourself back in your bedroom. Lying on your back, Jim looked over you, then began kissing over the marks he had made on you in the shower. You whimpered, a hand finding his hair and lacing your fingers through his short locks. You pulled slightly when his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, and he groaned in pleasure at the sensation. His hand slowly traced down your stomach, fingers delicately finding their way to your clit before pressing on it lightly.

“Jim—!” Your exclamation motivated him to continue. He sat up a bit, kneading your bud with one hand and holding your cheek in another, holding eye contact as he slid one finger into your soaking wet center. You threw your head back, only then realizing that you hadn’t even had the time to pleasure yourself in God only knows how long. He curled his finger upwards, and your back arched into him. He smirked, clearly proud of what he was doing to you. He shuffled backwards on the bed, still pumping a finger in and out of you while he positioned himself between your legs. You felt the mattress shift under his weight when he straightened himself out onto his stomach, propped up with one elbow.

“So pretty.” You felt his breath fanning over your cunt, and you squirmed. Jim leaned into you, kissing your inner thighs while you wiggled your hips in an attempt to get his attention where you needed it the most. When he finally licked a lazy stripe over your clit, you let out an absentminded sigh, pushing yourself up to him in encouragement. He removed his finger from you, and you whined at the sudden empty feeling, though he immediately made up for the absence of his fingers with his tongue. He continued to lap at you, letting your slick coat his chin, nose brushing your clit. He sucked lightly on your bud, and your hands found his hair again, not sure if you wanted to push him in further, let him taste you until you screamed, or push him away, as your thighs began to tremble. He slid two fingers back into you and twisted them back and forth while his tongue darted over your clit. You squeezed his fingers, moans spilling from your mouth.

“C’mon baby, so good,” he removed his mouth from your core to coo at you, “wanna see you cum for me.” It was whispered into your skin, and you felt his words echo through your body. His lips found their place over your clit once more, and he sucked harder, fingers pumping in and out of you faster.

“Oh, ye—yes, like that, like that, please!” You couldn’t stop talking, couldn’t stop begging if you tried. Had falling over the edge always felt this good? You didn’t stop to ponder it, busy feeling your body fall victim to the pleasure Jim was gifting you. You moaned, trying to grab at the man who had buried himself between your legs, but he was fully content to stay where he was until he knew you’d ridden out your orgasm. You cried out his name, back arching, body granting him even more access to your pussy, and when you felt him moan at the taste of you, you came hard for him. He placed soft kisses over your cunt, and you couldn’t help the moan you let out when he began pulling his fingers out of you.

You were still panting when he kissed you. Your arms came to rest around his neck, breathing heavily through your nose as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. “Taste so good,” Jim was also clearly short of breath, “you taste that, baby?” His lips found yours again, and he let you suck gently on his tongue, let you taste yourself on him. You shivered; it felt so dirty, Jim still damp with your wet, encouraging you to enjoy the taste your cum had left on him, dipping his tongue deep into your eager mouth and speaking to you like you belonged to him.

You did belong to him, and the thought made your eyes roll back into your head.  

He pulled you into his arms, flipping over so that you were lying on top of him. You found the strength to push yourself up, hands planted on his chest, to straddle him. The feeling of his cock between your legs, still hard, and all for you, made you feel frantic, and you began to roll your hips over him, feeling him tense under you.

“That’s right,” he watched you with hooded eyes, “so eager.”

“Want you to fuck me.” You felt the tip of his cock push between your folds after one especially long roll of your hips, and you didn’t care if you looked pathetic anymore. You’d waited long enough; been so good, so ignorant of the forbidden fruit. One taste, and now you were helpless—completely at his mercy.

“God, say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jim. Please.” You licked your lips before slipping the bottom one between your teeth. His eyes flitted over you, taking in the way you were begging, the way you sat bare, eagerly waiting for his cock. How had he let so much time pass before giving you what you both needed? He lifted you by the waist, encouraging you to stay kneeling above him slightly as he reached another hand down to line himself up with you. The split second before you lowered yourself down onto him felt like forever, but he watched, in awe of you, as you lowered yourself down onto him. You moaned for him when you felt his tip breach your hole, reaching for his chest and grasping at nothing while you continued to take him, inch by inch. You heard him groan out your name, breath going uneven when he finally bottomed out. You stayed like that for a moment, both of you in a trance-like state: You breathed in sync, gazing at each other, smiling like morons.

“I love you.” Jim whispered, placing a hand on your hip and squeezing. You leaned forward, steadying yourself on his shoulders.

“I love you.” You kissed him again, gentler, slower than the previous times. You did have all night—you had a lifetime of all nights with each other.

You began rocking back and forth slowly, allowing yourself time to adjust to the size of him, the feeling of being so full. You felt the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot almost immediately, making you gasp as you chased the feeling of his head nudging you closer to another high.

“God—fuck, you feel so good.” Jim praised, reaching the hand that wasn’t on your hip up to squeeze at your breasts. He licked his finger before bringing it back up, pinching your nipple and rolling over it with his thumb and forefinger. You moaned, back arching, and you started to bounce up and down on him. Your nails dug into the skin on his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to care, too busy bucking up into your cunt, drunk off the feeling of your juices dripping down his length and over his balls.

He moved both his hands over your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your curves, guiding your movements while you rode him.

“Cum for me again, baby. So good for me, one more time.” He started fucking up into you harder, the sweet noises you made spurring him on. “You can do it, yeah? So good—fuck—so good for me.” Now he was practically begging, slamming you down onto his cock while he pushed you towards another orgasm.

“I—oh, fuck, me, yes! Like that, Jim—yes!” You fell forward, curling yourself up on his chest and bringing your knees up slightly higher next to his ribs to allow him more ease, lifting you up and down. You mumbled incoherently into his neck, licking and kissing and nipping at him while he continued with deep, hard thrusts. You sucked a mark on his neck, and he groaned out your name, one hand coming down over your clit to coax a second orgasm from you.

“Fucking—oh, cum for me, baby. Cum on me like this.” And maybe it was the way you felt his fingers pushing bruises into your skin, or the way he breathlessly demanded you commit such a filthy act, or the way he seemed to be getting just as much enjoyment out of your pleasure as you were; but when you felt his cock pushed forcefully against your g-spot in time with the way he played with you clit, you couldn’t stop the scream that erupted from your lungs, or the way you chanted his name through sobs of pleasure. You clenched around him, squirming and sensitive and so full of his cock. You saw stars, saw how every second of your life had led to this moment, and when the shockwave of pleasure coursed through your body, all you could do was thank the man who had made you feel so good.

“Fu—ck, oh my god,” Jim groaned through clenched teeth, trying to delay his own orgasm so he could enjoy the way you squeezed him for as long as he could. He practically threw you down onto his cock, forcing himself as deep as you’d let him go, and at that moment, the only word that mattered to him was your name. “Where—where can I cum? Tell me, baby, where?” He was gasping, so close to the edge.

“Inside. Please, Jim, want it inside.” You knew it was reckless, knew you’d have to buy a pill later, but the pros far outweighed the cons.

Your words were all it took to send Jim hurtling over the precipice. He pushed himself deep into your cunt, painting your walls with his spend, both of you shivering at the feeling. You moaned quietly into his skin, and Jim wheezed as he took gulping breaths in an attempt to regulate his breathing. You felt his hand come to rest on your back, stroking up and down, the other coming up to your hair, tempting you out of your hiding spot, nuzzled in his neck.

“Ok?” He breathed.

“Mm.” You hummed, rubbing your cheek against his, comforted by the way your faces squished together. “More than ok.”

“I should’ve—I didn’t want you to feel, I d’know—” He couldn’t think of the right words. “I love you. Just wanted you to feel how much I love you.”

You smiled, fucked out and sleepy and satisfied. “You did a good job,” you kissed him, “did I?”

“More than good.” He smiled, throwing your own words back at you in reassurance.

“Will you stay inside a little longer?” You whispered, still relishing in the way he filled you up.

“God, yes,” Jim almost laughed, “don’t have to ask.” You ran your thumb over his cheek, eyelids heavy.

“Is this the new normal?” You posed the question, remembering your earlier rant.

“Yeah. Think so.” Jim splayed his hand out over your back.

“Good.”