#watching index 3

[riskyalt]

Pol: Yo te enseño la manera de pelea, tu pegame (I'll teach you the way to fight, hit me) Roier: Aver? (Let's see?) Pol: AAA AAAA WAAAHAAAA NO ME PEGUES (AAA AAAA WAAAHAAAA DON'T HIT ME)

CRYINGGGFF

As always, VOD and Timestamp in tags!

[ef-1]

Thank you for your purchase! | october-november '23

[psychopyro813]

I'm not sure how y'all manage to acquire clear screenshots so apologies for the lack of visual evidence but. I'm thinking about Hunter/Belos parallels again.

So after Thanks to Them, when Flapjack sacrifices himself to save Hunter, we sort of see Hunter become "a real boy" Pinocchio-style. I don't remember the Grimwalker recipe off-hand, but it might have been missing a final key ingredient: magic freely given from a palisman.

Hear me out for a second: For the Future, on some level, proves that one of the uses Belos has for the Grimwalkers is as back-up bodies; I imagine some of the ones he considered to be greater "failures" than others got usurped into body preservation duty (in other words, Belos Goo is actually leftover Cream of Grimwalker). We know he's able to absorb palismen and that's what allows him to do magic (at least, enough to maintain a semi-human form).

Hunter does not seem to need to find more palismen after Flapjack infuses his life force. And I really think that's the key distinction: all of the palismen that Belos absorbs, he does so violently and against their will, often breaking and destroying them entirely in the process (we actually see this DURING the episode, as it is what puts Flapjack on the ropes I'm the first place). But Hunter did *not* try to usurp Flapjack's power at all; Flapjack made a very deliberate choice to share his power (a sequence we will see play out again with a different set of characters during Watching and Dreaming; yet another parallel for two adopted siblings).

And I think because that magic was freely given, that is why it lasts. Hunter got to do magic on his own, got to shed the sight of himself as "half-a-witch", got to really and truly fulfill what Caleb may well have wanted all along (becoming an actual witch), all because Flapjack freely gave him that chance.

Anyway, what a helluva redemption arc. This boy is something special.

[miriamchartier]

Elon Musk Accidentally Leaked Disturbing Footage Of Epstein Still Alive

[noisytenant]

umineko is so fucking crazy

[m-50a]

Racist Losers Get Run Out of Town as Hate Parade Ends in Disgrace

[tojbnuy]

since you guys are asking sooo nicely here is a part 3 teehee. part 1 part 2 . art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who’s always buying you new jewelry. esp with your initials on them, you’ve got bracelets and necklaces in golds and silvers because he knows you like both.

bestfriend!satoru who calls you at night and will always convince you to turn it into a facetime. he doesn’t think you realize just how appealing you look with your hair down, big glasses on and a thin strapped pyjama top. said straps falling down your shoulder as your busy talking and he’s trying so hard to listen but how can he when your tits just look so good and from this angle he’s got a clear view. ‘toru are you listening?’ ‘yeah pretty carry on’

bestfriend!satoru who hates it but finds himself feeling slightly insecure when you’re engaged in conversation with nanami. he knows nanami can actually converse with you about the books you read and some of the movies you watch, something satoru’s been meaning to catch up on so you could have these conversations with him instead. he’s complaining to suguru as nanami hugs you goodbye and everything just gets worse when you walk over with the most adorable smile only to tell him that nanami was taking you to the theatre. why the fuck do you want to go to the theatre?

bestfriend!satoru who knows how childish it is but the next time nanami is in the room satoru has you pressed up against his body, his hands firmly gripping your ass as he looks dead into nanamis eyes. ‘ouch toru too hard’ ‘so sorry pretty girl your ass is just too perfect’

bestfriend!satoru who asks you for lip balm but he always means he’s going to kiss it off of you. plenty of times he’s left with your lip combo pressed onto his lips and chin.

bestfriend!satoru who places a blanket over the two of you when your friends are over. his index finger playing with the hem of your tiny shorts. when he sees you listening too closely to nanamis boring ass stories he grabs a handful of your shorts and hikes it up until the crotch is pressed directly against your clit. he smirks at the hiss that leaves you . ‘y/n you okay?’ spoken aloud and now everyone’s staring at your flushed cheeks and the firm grip you have on his bicep.

bestfriend!satoru who is mean and he knows he is but he can’t stand it when you go all quiet with him. he noses at your cheek and presses little kisses all over your eyelids as you try to keep a stern face. ‘sorry baby it was an accident, let me kiss it better?’

bestfriend!satoru who has an obsession with your lips. yes he may be obsessed with many things about you but your lips are truly his kryptonite they are his downfall. he cuts you off mid sentence a lot just to give them a quick peck. sometimes he even licks them cos he’s a perv. ‘toru you can’t keep doing that’ ‘but why baby? i just find you too cute’

bestfriend!satoru who smiles like a loser when you include him in your monthly photo dumps.

bestfriend!satoru who adores when you seem equally as annoyed when he gets female attention. he’ll elongate it for the fun of it sometimes just so you’ll get mad and that means you’ll probably be sleeping at his house tonight. you know because everyone else is wasting his time.

bestfriend!satoru who bites random parts of your body. your tummy is a frequent victim. sometimes when you’re on the phone and his head is laying your lap he’ll turn over and bite your tummy. then your thighs. sometimes fingers too.

bestfriend!satoru who is a ‘where my hug at’ warrior. as soon as he enters the function he expects a big hug from you. and if he doesn’t get one he is at you in a heartbeat ‘baby where’s my hug?’ and his hands are roamingggg all over you, not an inch of you untouched.

bestfriend!satoru who knows sometimes all you need is a little reassurance. no one gets you like he does and sometimes you truly just need to hear His voice telling you you’re okay. sometimes you crave him just like he constantly craves you.

bestfriend!satoru who drags his index finger across your lips as you sleep. sometimes even sticks his thumb between your parted lips.

part 4 !!

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[holethoa2010]

Two Sisters - Harvest Bean Roots Goes to the market to sell | Thảo Duyên

[riskyalt]

They share 1 braincell 😭

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[nymphoniah]

lessons learned | logan howlett

AN: here's a little drabble about logan fucking you from behind, keeping you in a headlock, squished between his biceps <3 and also some dirty talk here and there!

pairing: mean!logan x afab!reader

content/tags: NSFW, minors DNI (18+ only), dom!logan, choking, dacryphilia, name calling, porn without plot, dirty talk, creampies, unprotected sex, pet names (princess, doll, etc.), size kink, mark leaving (ie. hickeys), breeding kink, brat taming, rough sex

logan sees the way you watch his arms hungrily, your lust blown pupils observing the way his muscles twitch when he's feeling tired. he knows the chokehold he has on you.

just a poor little thing, wrapped around his finger.

"i see the way you look at my arms, darlin", he grunts, manhandling you so your back presses against his chest, his toned arms snaking around your waist, keeping you locked in place.

"you don't even try to hide it," logan adds, pressing kisses against your shoulder, his hands working at the straps of your tank top, slowly sliding them down to reveal your tits.

"such a dirty girl, hm?" he teases, rolling the sensitive buds between his thumb and index finger.

"were you ever taught that it was rude to stare?" he hisses, tugging at your nipples, making you wince out in pain. logan smirks at your audible displeasure, now turning his attention from your tits to your neck.

"i’m gonna mark you up doll, ‘oughta teach you a lesson somehow," he growls. logan presses a kiss against the shell of your ear, making his way down to your nape, planting wet kisses along the way.

you lean forwards, giving him easier access to your neck—and when you give him an inch, he takes a mile.

his kisses get more erratic, sloppier, messier, hungrier. he can’t hold himself back, he needs to mark you, and absolutely wants to show the whole world that you’re his.

and so he sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your neck, paying sweet attention to how your weak moans escaped from your lips. he’d nip and suck at your skin, hard enough to leave those love bites you both oh-so carnally desire.

your brain is all fuzzy from the stinging pain you felt on your neck, mixed alongside the growing pleasure you felt between your legs as he simultaneously paws at your tits.

“i can’t take it lo, s’too much,” you whine, shutting your eyes tight. tears start forming around your waterline as he continues his assault on your neck.

just as your vision starts to get hazy, he wraps his left arm around your neck, keeping your face snug between his forearm and bicep.

“be a good girl and fuckin’ take it,” he commands, a singular claw popping out of his right hand, slicing through your mini-skirt to reveal your lacy black pair of panties.

sheathing his claw, he hastily pulls them down to reveal your sopping wet cunt. “fuck me…” he hisses, admiring your cunt in all its glory.

“such a dirty fuckin’ whore, you getting off on this?” he says smugly, slipping a finger between your folds, observing the way your pussy sucks him in.

you weakly nod as you remain sandwiched in his headlock. teetering between the lines of passing out and losing consciousness, you mumble out a string of words—something along the lines of “i need you to fuck me,” or “fuckin’ put it in”; they both mean the same thing to logan anyways.

he obliges, with one arm wrapped around your neck, and the other hastily working at the belt of his jeans. in one swift motion, his boxers and jeans hit the floor in tandem, freeing his cock from the confines of the tight denim.

he spits in his hand, pumping his cock a couple times before he finally lines himself up, and slides himself in, down to the hilt. your pussy sucks him in like a vice, the two of you moaning in unison.

“you’re so tight for me, princess.” he groans, thrusting into you at a rapid pace, fully sheathing himself out, and pushing his full length back into you.

the sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room. the pace of which he fucked you made you dizzy, the grip around your neck adding to the immense pleasure you felt in your cunt.

you attempt to press kisses against his bicep as the muscle secures you in place, but you fail to do so, as shown by your wine red lip stick smudged all over his arm.

“such a naughty whore, suckin’ me in like this” he teases, his free hand pressing against the bulge on your stomach, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust of his. “need this dick to fill you up, huh?”

and you whine as much as your parched voice allowed you to. “want you so bad, lo” you mumble incoherently. “need you stuff me with your cum.”

“such a filthy mouth for a sweet little girl like you,” logan grunts, the movement of his hips getting sloppier. “beg for it.”

“need you to fuckin’ breed me,” you moan, “make me yours,” you cry out— and that’s what makes logan snap.

with a few final deep thrusts, he finishes inside you. his hot ropes of cum fill your cunt to the brim; your arousal mixed with his cum leaks out of your sopping hole before he even pulls out.

he keeps his cock inside you for a minute, pumping whatever he has left inside of you, and finally pulls out. he winces, already missing the way your gummy walls wrapped tightly around his cock.

“need to keep that in you…” he says playfully, plugging your cunt with his thumb, the calloused pad making sure that his cum is stuffed deep inside you.

“now let that be a lesson for you, doll,” he quips, removing his thumb, slipping it into his mouth to taste the mixture of the two of you.

he then brings his thumb to your bottom lip, inviting you to have a taste for yourself. the heady taste of his cum combined with your slick had you moan around him.

he pulls his thumb away from your mouth with a pop, and you look up at him with your fucked-out eyes. you simply nod your head and give him a lazy smile.

surely it wouldn’t hurt to stare at him every now and then.

[miriamchartier]

Mayorkas Literraly SHAKING When MAGA Josh Hawley Exposes "Ticketmaster" ...

[gumii-bearr]

i need stoner alt!gumi fucking railing and breeding his pretty lil partner (i am high as im sending this)

EHEHEHEHEHE

❝ insatiable ❞

summary: your boyfriend likes to get high, most of the time he's just mellow and likes to cuddle with you... but sometimes he loses control.

featuring... megumi fushiguro

content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, alt!megumi, stoner!megumi, college!au, weed, megumi smoking during sex, p in v sex, breeding kink, doggy, choking, headlocks oh lawd, bruising, bit of spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampies, this was supposed to just be drabbles but oops now it's a fic

author's note: you better believe he loves you 'cus he bout to fuck you like he dont <3

You like how soft your boyfriend gets when he's high.

Whenever he smokes, he likes to lay his head on your thighs so you can run your fingers through his messy hair. He holds a joint between his index and middle finger, occasionally blowing smoke up into your face to get your attention.

He likes it when you trace a pretty acrylic nail along his tattooed forearms, tracing the intricate art while he lifts the joint to your lips, letting you take a drag and chuckling softly as you cough and giggle.

Most of the time, your boyfriend acts very mellow. You watch movies or cuddle while he's high and you occasionally let him slowly eat you out because when he's high, he has absolutely no sense of urgency.

But there are some rarer occasions where Megumi simply can't satiate his hunger and his need for you.

"F-Fuck–" Megumi's pace is fucking brutal, his hips slamming against your plush ass, drilling his cock deeper and deeper into your tight heat. Your hands clutch the sheets, your face pressed into the pillow as you moan and cry into the tear-soaked fabric.

You don't know how many times you've cum, all you know is that you want more.

Your mascara is running down your cheeks, mixing with your tears and making you look so fucked out. Megumi is groaning behind you, his massive tattooed hands leaving bruising marks on your hips from how hard he's pulling your ass back to meet every snap of his hip.

"Mm, baby–" Megumi lifts one hand off your hip, picking up the joint from the ashtray on the bed and taking a long drag. "Feels s'fucking good."

You can't respond, your moans muffled by the pillow. Megumi's hand suddenly tangled in your hair right at the base of your skull. He yanks your head off the pillow, forcing you to finally hear how fucking loud you are.

"I wanna hear you," Megumi murmurs, blowing smoke right by your head, "s'pretty."

All you can hear is the lewd squelching of your soaked cunt and skin slapping against skin, the sound making your tummy burn with desire.

Megumi suddenly wraps a thick tattooed forearm around your neck, pulling your smaller body against his broad chest. Your back arches against him, the new angle forcing a gasp from your swollen lips.

He squeezes his forearm to his bicep, choking you out as he sucks and bites at the soft skin of your shoulder, hips still slamming against your pretty ass.

You gasp for air, your pretty manicured hands scratching at his forearm as you cry and moan pathetically. He lifts the joint to his lips again, taking a long drag and holding it in his chest.

You're both covered in sweat and the whole room smells of weed and sex and it's fucking intoxicating.

"M'gonna breed this tight little cunt," Megumi mutters against your ear, your pussy clamping down on his thick cock at the mere thought.

"P-Please–" you don't even know what you're begging for, feeling your mind start to go dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Megumi chuckles, releasing his arm from around your neck and forcing your head back against the pillow, his large hand wrapped around the back of your neck.

"Oh, yeah?" Megumi taunts, landing a hard smack! to your plush ass as it bounces against his hips. "You wan' me to fuck a baby into you, pretty girl?"

You feel the tip of his cock prod against your cervix, your pussy sucking him in. You feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock, your slick dripping down the inside of your shaking thighs.

"Yes! Yes, yes!" you beg him for it, beg him to fuck every morsel of his cum into your greedy cunt.

You hear Megumi chuckle behind you, one hand snaking over your hip and between your thighs to rub at your swollen clit.

You just about scream at the feeling, your back arching, legs shaking and cunt spasming around him as your high crashes into you.

But Megumi doesn't let up, fucking you hard through your high and groaning about what a good girl you are. You gush around him, your arousal soaking your ass, your thighs and his pelvis. But it only eggs him on more.

"F-Fuck, yeah, baby–" Megumi rolls you onto your back, your body completely flushed and your brain fucked absolutely stupid on his big cock.

And Megumi hasn't even cum once.

Another thing about him being high, he can go for fucking hours and not cum, despite making you fall apart and squirt all over him, yourself and the sheets.

"M-More, Gumi– I wan' more–"

And you're just as fucking desperate as him.

Megumi wraps a big hand around your throat, your smaller hands clutching his wrist and forearm as he presses his aching cock back into your sopping hole.

He lifts his blunt to his lips, taking a long inhale, tipping his head back and breathing it out. You just about cum from the sight alone. Your boyfriend always looks so damn fine when he smokes.

"Wan' some?" Megumi holds the blunt out for you.

You take it with shaking fingers, lifting the messily rolled blunt to your lips, taking a long inhale while Megumi's hands take their bruising hold on your hips, fucking his cock into you again.

You feel the burn behind your nose, your brain a little fuzzy from your orgasm and the copious amount of smoke swirling around in Megumi's room.

You drop the blunt on the ashtray, pressing up on one elbow to wrap an arm around Megumi's broad tattooed shoulders, forcing him to hover over you.

You press a desperate and wet kiss to his lips, tasting the mix of your arousal and weed on his lips. Megumi groans against your lips, fucking his aching cock harder into your clenching hole.

"Breed me, Gumi– Please, I wanna make you a daddy–" you mutter against his skin, Megumi's reddened steely eyes boring into yours.

"Fuck, baby–" Megumi groans followed by an amused laugh.

He's using you as a fucking fleshlight at this point, manhandling you into whatever position he wants you, resting your legs over his shoulders and folding you in fucking half.

Megumi pins your wrists above your head, pulling his cock almost all the way out before plunging it back into your tight heat. You throw your head back, your tummy burning and your pussy virtually numb from how hard he's been fucking you.

"Fuck– that's it, pretty girl," Megumi peers down between your bodies, watching your pussy suck him in as a frothy ring of white forms around the base of his cock.

He presses on your belly with the ball of his palm, feeling his cock fuck into your cunt and rearrange your fucking insides.

You cry out, "m'gonna cum– G-Gumi–" your nails scrape down his tattooed back, surely leaving angry red marks.

"Fuck yeah, sweet girl– milk my fucking cock–" Megumi reaches a hand down, rubbing tight circles over your oversensitive nub.

You throw your head back, mouth falling open as you choke out a strangled moan. Your cunt clenches down on Megumi's rock-hard cock, your arousal gushing out of you and spraying all over the sheets.

Megumi's head falls against your shoulder, balls tightening as he finally cums into your pretty pussy. Ropes of hot cum paint your gummy walls, filling you to the fucking brim.

He fucks his cum into you and you whine at the feeling of it dripping out of your fucked-out pussy.

"Hah–" Megumi pants against your shoulder, slowly pulling his cock out of your abused hole.

"Mm, Gumi–" you whine softly, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks.

Megumi picks up a new blunt, plucking the lighter off the bedside table and flicking it alight.

You just pant underneath him, shaky legs falling loosely over his pretty tattooed waist. Your baby hairs stick to your face, Megumi gently moving some of your hair off your sweaty forehead as he takes a long drag.

Megumi lazily scoops his cum up from between your sticky folds, pushing it back into your hole. You whine at the feeling, breathing out a slow sigh.

Megumi chuckles, placing the blunt back down on the ashtray and gripping his still-hard cock at the base, tapping it against your clit.

"Ready to go again, baby?"

author's note: OH TO HAVE SOMEONE FUCK ME LIKE THIS–

[sttoru]

hi!! could you write smut of sukuna w/ corruption kink x clingy reader? i need to see more of them 🤭🤭

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. smut, pwp. corruption kink. reader is described as clingy cute / innocent. voyeurism?// exhibitionism. double pénetràtion. cowgirl. cream pies. nicknames ‘slut, brat, woman’. combined 2 requests :3

it’s honestly your own fault. you’ve been sticking around sukuna the entire day, clinging onto him like he won’t let you experience the consequences of your own actions.

“eyes on me, brat,” sukuna scoffs, thumb and index roughly turning your chin back. he needs to see your face as he embarrasses you in front of the guests and other concubines standing around the throne.

you’re supposed to feel regret, yet you’re drowning in a state of pure lust. it’s the thrill that keeps your hips going, the ache in them temporarily ignored as you search for that grande moment of euphoria.

you can’t care less about the humans at the bottom of the stairs. they’re grovelling in fear of the king of curses, knowing their heads can fly off if they dare to look up at you two.

it’s a sign of disrespect—a sign that the king of curses can’t care less about what those lowlifes have come to see him for. sukuna’s doing so on purpose, using your clinginess to his advantage.

“hah, what a total slut of a concubine,” sukuna scoffs, leaning his head against one of his hands, elbow propped onto the armrest. this is a punishment for you, though it certainly does not feel like that. even if all attendants in the room can hear you fucking yourself silly on sukuna’s dicks.

you and those sloppy sounds of your two bodies connecting.

you try to hold back your moans, but a rough yank to your hair instantly opens your mouth again. your eyes roll back and your voice spews out. “mhh, my lord—‘s too much,” you whimper, however your body doesn’t stop bouncing on his cocks. sukuna responds by squeezing your middle while he watches his lengths being swallowed by your cunt and ass.

it’s funny how you’ve been reduced to a mess—a toy he can command to do whatever he pleases. your clinginess secretly pleases him, because it reassures him that you’ll do what’s asked of you. sukuna grins lazily, letting you work for it, “too much? tsk. weren’t you the one begging f’ my attention, brat?”

he does have a point. you nod mindlessly whilst his cocks drill into you—leaving no hole empty. your eyes dart to both sides of the throne, where two concubines are situated. you can see them tremble in embarrassment and envy.

sukuna’s showing you off to everyone and they don’t like it; none of the concubines do. they hate the fact that he chose you to show off to everyone else in the room. like you’re the only trophy he’s proud of.

the guests don’t dare to speak either. nor does uraume, who’s politely looking the other way as their master ravages his favorite little concubine. they’re used to his acts of exercising his power.

sukuna keeps a firm grip on your hair, threatening to pull your head back each time you dare look around you. “you have no shame. absolutely zero,” the king of curses says condescendingly. as if the humiliation of being watched isn’t enough, sukuna’s words add to the embarrassment you’re feeling, “cock hungry slut can’t go a minute without being filled, hm?”

your whimpers get louder and your pace grows faster. his fat tips hit your deepest parts over and over again, the stretch threatening to split you in half. you’re too turned on to care. the way sukuna’s staring at you with that menacing glare—his sharp nails digging into your skin so painfully . . . you need it all.

“this ‘s why you’ve been following me ‘round all day long,” sukuna grunts—one hand coming up to free your breasts from the confines of your robes, “y’ just needed to be dicked down.” the flicks against your stiff nipples make you tighten up around his cocks again and again.

you’re nearly screaming because of everything your senses are picking up on. your half lidded eyes catch a glimpse of sukuna’s cocky facial expression and you’re almost pushed over the edge. he’s so smug—knowing he has you in the palm of his hand.

his eyes are luring you in. there’s a hint of something so primal in there - a beast impatiently waiting to be unleashed - one that sukuna is trying his best to suppress.

“aren’t you just cute. . .” sukuna mocks with a dangerous chuckle. his thumb rubs your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth for you to suckle on.

“kehehe, isn’t that what those servants call you? cute.. innocent.. adorable,” he continues, faintly groaning at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb. sukuna cocks his head to the right and your eyes follow. that’s where you spot your maids and lady-in-waiting in a corner.

you feel tears well up in your eyes from both pleasure and humiliation. everyone is seeing and hearing you being claimed by the monster of a curse you’re riding. your maids have always adored your innocence—how you don’t seem to be tainted by sukuna’s advances no matter what. it’s a first to them.

it has been a rumor around the estate for so long; you being the only concubine who can withstand sukuna’s wicked influence. you always seem to stay yourself, your cheery and sweet personality never changing. you’ve been known as the innocent one among all other concubines.

yet here those same maids are, watching your brain being corrupted by sin. you’re so sinfully enjoying how sukuna’s cocks are penetrating you. “n-no, am—fnghh—don’t wanna,” you stammer, speaking to no one in particular. your inner desires clash with your rational mind and your body seems to continue its erotic act.

“don’t you fight it, woman,” sukuna brings your attention back by thrusting his cocks all the way up inside you, balls slapping harshly against your ass. he’s proud with his accomplishments. you’re slowly but surely being tainted by him and it’s so pleasing.

soon enough, that damned innocence of yours is going to disappear. he’s going to turn you into a total slut driven by lust, for him and only him. he’s going to ruin you and your body until all you can think of is the pleasure he can give you.

your nails dig into sukuna’s shoulders. you moan loudly, losing the battle, as expected. the king of curses just knows how to make you give in. he takes great pleasure in seeing you lose yourself, with everyone watching how he strips you from that innocence.

“stupid, nasty fuckin’ thing,” sukuna grunts as the lower pair of his arms hold you by your hips. he halts your movements before starting his own. “y’re mine, ya hear?” he pounds up into you—making you mewl. a chant of his name leaves your lips. you simply cannot stop yourself.

“yes, ‘m yours, my lord!” you moan for everyone to hear. the pink-haired man grins in satisfaction and quickly plunges his cocks in and out of your holes, needing to release himself so he could fully claim you as his in front of the rest.

his dirty cumslut, his tainted and brainless doll.

sukuna wraps all four arms around you, leaving no room for escape. he presses you against him until you’re struggling to breathe. your head is pushed against his shoulder and your insides are being turned into mush. the gooey fluids drip down onto the throne and down the floor.

“fuck. not a drop goes to waste or i’m fuckin’ ya again,” sukuna warns before shooting loads of cum into your womb and up your ass. both your holes are stuffed full of white, sticky semen mixed with your own release. you desperately clench around nothing once sukuna pulls you off his dicks.

you try to reach your hands out towards him as he manoeuvres your body away once he’s finished. the king of curses pins your wrists at your back so he can turn you around on his thighs, forcefully spreading your legs like a trophy he’s showing off on his throne.

one arm wraps around your waist and his chin rests on your right shoulder. sukuna keeps you on his lap and continues to act like he didn’t just completely wreck your insides.

while you’re left in the intense moment, he seems to have moved on already.

“speak,” sukuna orders the humans who’ve witnessed the whole ordeal. their foreheads are stuck on the floor—none of them daring to look up at the sight, like everyone else.

you’re panting and your head is spinning. you’re totally spent. sukuna holds your limp body up on his lap as one hand is busy scooping the excess cum back into your pussy, not wasting a drop like said before.

one of the villagers finally speaks up, stating the reason for their visit to the estate. their voice is muffled due to a loud buzzing in your ear. you’re tired and can’t focus on what’s said either. you just want to sleep. . . in sukuna’s warm embrace, filled and half-naked, for the entire room to see as they continue discussing business as if you’re not even there.

[m-50a]

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[holethoa2010]

How to build duck's house bamboo, adorable little yellow ducks

How to Build an Adorable Bamboo House for Little Yellow Ducks

Creating a cozy and charming bamboo house for your little yellow ducks can be a fun and rewarding project. This guide will walk you through the steps to build a delightful and functional home for your feathered friends.

Materials Needed:

Bamboo poles of various sizes

Measuring tape

Hand saw or bamboo cutter

Hammer

Nails or bamboo pins

Twine or strong string

Wire mesh or chicken wire

Waterproof tarp or roofing material

Sandpaper

Wood glue (optional)

Duck-friendly paint (optional)

Step-by-Step Instructions:1. Planning and Design:

Sketch a simple design of your duck house. Ensure it includes a spacious interior, proper ventilation, and easy access for cleaning and feeding.

Measure and cut the bamboo poles to the desired lengths for the frame, walls, and roof.

2. Building the Frame:

Start by constructing the base frame. Arrange four bamboo poles in a rectangle and secure the corners with nails or bamboo pins.

Add vertical supports at each corner and in the middle of the longer sides for added stability.

3. Constructing the Walls:

Attach horizontal bamboo poles to the vertical supports to create the frame for the walls.

Secure bamboo slats vertically or horizontally to cover the walls, leaving gaps for ventilation.

For additional security, you can tie the bamboo slats together with twine or strong string.

4. Creating the Roof:

Construct the roof frame by joining bamboo poles in a triangular or sloped shape.

Cover the roof frame with a waterproof tarp or roofing material to protect the ducks from rain.

Ensure the roof extends beyond the walls to provide adequate shelter.

5. Installing the Floor:

Use bamboo slats or a wire mesh for the floor. Ensure it is slightly elevated to allow for drainage.

Smooth any rough edges with sandpaper to prevent injuries to the ducks.

6. Adding Finishing Touches:

If desired, paint the bamboo house with duck-friendly paint for added charm.

Install a small ramp or steps for easy access.

Add a nesting area with soft bedding inside the house.

7. Ensuring Safety and Comfort:

Check for any sharp edges or protruding nails that could harm the ducks.

Place the bamboo house in a shaded, safe area away from predators.

Tips for Maintenance:

Regularly clean the house to prevent the buildup of waste and bacteria.

Check the structure periodically for any damage or wear and repair as needed.

Replace the bedding frequently to ensure a clean and comfortable environment for your ducks.

By following these steps, you'll create a beautiful and functional bamboo house that your little yellow ducks will love. Enjoy the process and the satisfaction of providing a safe and cozy home for your feathered friends!

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