This Scene Will Always Get Me.

tbh i cried when they let the dogs out because i didn’t want them to die and my dad called me dramatic ☹️

The only thing keeping me together after this episode is that in the last scene in Jackson you can see in the background that at least some of the dogs survived

{ 𓆩 x 𓆪 }

"I don't condone hitting women, but I never said anything about strangling bitches." -Lucifer (probably)

Don't know where I found this art, but I fucking love the parallels between Lucifer and Lilith, and, Alastor and Rosie

Soap: What did you do on break, Lt?

Ghost: Rode my bike and slept in an alleyway behind a bar.

Gaz: Checks out... (leaves the room)

Ghost: ...

Ghost: Want to know what I really did?

Soap: (immediately interested)

Soap: Yeah!

Ghost: (pulls out his phone)

Ghost: (shows picture of him having someone cuddled up next to him, both under a blanket, two switches in hand, both on the Stardew Valley logo screen)

Soap: (his smile falls immediately)

Soap: Wh—

Ghost: I played Stardew Valley with the missus.

Soap: The mi—?!

Ghost: Planted crops, went to the mines...

Ghost: (swipes through more pictures of them playing)

Soap: (stunned silence)

Ghost: Upgraded the house for the missus, made some town friends... (screenshots of more gameplay)

Soap: Wait—

Ghost: Even fishing. (shows a picture of him catching a legendary fish)

Ghost: The missus doesn't like fishing. (clicks his tongue) Caught them all though. (nods to himself)

Ghost: (smirks) Want to know why I'm telling you this?

Soap: (still stunned, but nods)

Ghost: Because nobody will believe you.

Ghost: (starts deleting all pictures in front of Soap)

Soap: (pained gasp)

Soap: Ye monster.

jujutsu kaisen p☆rn links.

featuring : gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro & ryomen sukuna x reader ── mdni

​ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ⭑.ᐟ

early morning gifts on his birthday

he can't control it when you wear cute lingeries for him

teasing your wet folds

his favourite treat for sundays

ɢᴇᴛᴏ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ​ ⭑.ᐟ

he's your new roommate

showering with you

he fucks you against the bathroom's glass door

he's horny but everyone's asleep

ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ​⭑.ᐟ

his way to end a boring college day

his obsession with you uniform

skirts on your ass is all he wants

doing it in the men's washroom

ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ ᴋᴀᴍᴏ ⭑.ᐟ

he's too fond of your fishnets

his evening snack is you

making your back arc like crazy

obsession with your tits

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ​⭑.ᐟ

he enjoys filling you up in his gym

he's a big fan of your new active-wear

spanking that horny ass while fucking

after gym scenes

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ⭑.ᐟ

he loves fucking you doggy at parties

he can't wait to get home after a party

his new obsession is you facesitting on him

sex in car cuz he's got a boner he can't control

Nanami who drops to his knees the moment he arrives home, the feeling in his chest; indescribable because he knew his wife was upset… so very upset…

He loathed the guilt that clung to him as he had to work late and miss the date they planned just a few days prior. The front door creaked open as you heard him tiredly shuffle in, tossing his keys onto the counter with a bit more force than he intended. He rolled his neck side to side, in a futile attempt to release some of the stiffness in his muscles. He kicks off his shoes, not bothering to bend down and untie the laces, before commencing his walk of shame to your shared bedroom. 

Each step felt heavier, causing his heart to only beat faster every second. A thin sheet of sweat began to form on his brow as he approached closer and closer to the room. His fingers, diligently thread into his tie to pull it undone, tossing it mindlessly on the floor. A few buttons of his shirt came undone but it did nothing to relieve the growing tightness in his chest. He hesitantly reached for the door knob, and with a deep breath he opened the door as slowly as possible. 

And there you were. The soft light of the room revealed your silhouette as you sat up on the bed, your arms crossed over your chest tightly, as your eyes bored into him like daggers. No, you weren’t actually upset and he had obviously a good reason for his absence, but it was the first time he missed something like this– and the sting of it lingered in the room. 

He tentatively stepped closer to you, his expression full of guilt and desperation, like a puppy who had been scolded. The weight of an unspoken apology creeping on him. 

“Darling… I’m sorry," he whispered, barely audible. But he knew it wasn’t enough. No reaction from you, you wouldn't even turn to look at him, the silence between the both of you was suffocating. His fingers graze over your hand as his knees buckled, threatening to give away under the weight of guilt.

He falls to his knees before you, taking your hand in his. “Please, look at me, honey…” pleading eyes looking up at you, raw emotion in his voice as he presses a soft kiss on your delicate hand. His fingers intertwined with yours as you finally grace him with your gaze, the eyes he so dearly loved finally on him. His grip was soft yet pleading, almost as if he was afraid you’d let go. 

“I feel terrible…” kiss “It will never…” kiss “happen again…” kiss

Each one of his kisses had you in trance and you truly believed him, Nanami wasn’t the man to tell you empty words. You look down at the mess of the man on his knees for you, your hand comes to his cheek, caressing it. 

“I forgive you…” You utter, as you look at him, into his eyes of honey. 

Those three words…

That was all he needed to hear. His breath was caught in his throat and for a moment he just stared at you before taking a deep breath. Relief washes over him and all the guilt slowly disappears. His head drops into your thighs and rests there a moment, still holding your hands. 

“I will spend an eternity making it up to you…” he finally speaks up. His statement makes you smile. You thought he was joking but he wasn’t. 

“Starting now,” he declares, a spark of confidence returning to his body. 

Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head down, his lips brushing softly against your knees. His kisses are tender and calculated. He knew exactly what he was doing. His lips trailed along your thighs, the warmth of his breath sending soft shivers up your skin. 

You sighed softly, your fingers threading through his hair, delicately pushing it back from his face. You wanted to see him, to really look at him, at the man you loved now between your legs. 

His kisses trailed higher and higher. Nanami was a smart man. He knew just what to do and how to ease the weight of the situation from your mind, to make you forget. 

“You’re so gorgeous” He mumbles in between kisses. A red tint creeping up on your face at those simple words. “But you know that already, don’t you?” he presses a kiss just below your navel. “I tell you everyday…” He whispers, right into the heat between your legs. Your back arches up off the mattress and he knew he just had to have you already.

“May I?” he asks, his pointer finger hovering right over where you needed him most. You gave him a quick nod and that was all he needed. He slowly slides your panties down your legs before begging to devour you, entirely. 

Nanami learned everything that made his pretty girl feel good, and he planned to do everything tonight. Every flick of his skilled tongue had you in a chokehold, the way he held your legs open with his strong arms all while still on his knees. He explored every inch of you, lapping up everything you gave him, his fingers joining in to only make you feel that much better. 

Orgasm after orgasm had your mind hazy but Nanami had to make sure you knew he was sorry. And he did make good on his promise. He never ever forgot again. 

Megumi walks you home after a date.

He strolls beside you, brimming in his nervousness. He wants to grab your hand but he thinks, maybe that’s too fast? What if you pulled away from him?

He doesn’t think you will, after all right now you’re gushing about how much fun you had with him.

“Fushiguro?”

Crap…he was too much in his head again. He hasn’t even been listening to you. Crap. Now you’re going to think he’s really uninterested. Maybe you’ll think he invited you on this date out of pity. That couldn’t be further from the truth but Megumi knows…how your mind twists things into sadness.

What does he do? What does he say? He tries to swallow but his mouth is dry and he almost chokes.

But then you place your hand on his arm gently, and your brows furrow in concern.

“Hey, come back to me would ya?”

You say it softly, gently with a small giggle to keep the atmosphere light. As soon as you touch him though he deflates, the anxious energy wheezing out of him like a teapot.

“Sorry I was uh…thinking,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You tend to do that a lot,” you reply with another soft giggle. “Why don’t you take a break from that, hmm?”

Slowly you put your hand against his cheek, and he blushes but he doesn’t pull away. Instead of resting your palm there, you move a finger under his chin and tilt his head up toward the sky.

“Look at the clouds, they’re so nice. And the sky is so blue and the sun! She’s glorious,” you say in a dreamy voice.

Your eyes are closed as you crane your neck up to the sky. The sun looks gorgeous on your skin and Megumi has to force himself to look at the sky like you asked instead of focusing on you.

He finds, you’re right. The clouds are nice, it’s a nice day too. It’s not too hot despite it being the middle of summer and there’s a breeze that carries the scent of the river.

When you’re both done looking at the sky, you meet his eyes again and Megumi think he can see stars in your eyes.

Your distraction worked, he no longer feels like his mind is a jumbled mess. He takes your hand from his cheek and intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Thanks…” he mutters, turning his face so you don’t see his blush.

Once he’s dropped you off at home, and he’s received a chaste kiss on the cheek as a thank you he walks back home and it feels as if he’s walking on air.

And now for the first time, Megumi notices how all the flowers are blooming on the path to your home.

dryhumping with takuma, i need it my wife

i need it please im begging you

"babe, i can't ruin these pants i just washed them."

takuma keeps whining as if he isn't the one on top of you, rutting against you fully clothed. he's peppering kisses all over your face, moaning against your ear, just to complain some more.

"i have nothing else to change into, can't—god—can't cum like this."

you can feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing against your heat even through both of your clothes. he's biting down on his lip in this awkward desperation that makes you only want to buck your hips up against his even more than you already are.

"then take them off and fuck me, takuma," you try, but he's shaking his head like he's already weighed the pros and cons of doing so.

"can't stop," he sounds like he's tearing up. "feels too good, can't stop to undress, baby, need you now."

fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you up to press even harder against his constrained cock. he's rutting against you like he's in heat, rolling his hips and hissing our harsh noises of pleasure with each and every single movement.

it's not like you can blame him—you'd probably cry if he stopped now to undress the both of you, even if him finally sinking into you would feel like heaven. the pressure against your clit is ungodly, just a little longer and—

"fuuuck, holy fuck, nevermind im cumming," takuma is screwing his eyes shut and stalling his own mind by pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss that send you over the edge as well. you can feel him tense, his dick throbbing against your clothed core as he spills into his pants in concert with your own orgasm.

"worth it."