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[maja-paja]

[honeysucklewatr]

18+ | benjamin poindexter doesn’t miss.

he’s always precise. targetted care in his movements like he’s planning what he’ll do before he does it. you find him smiling faintly when you blink at him, stammering at how he’d hit a target so far away.

even if the target was just a garbage can.

at the park, he grabs a stray kite just before it gets out of his reach. the string loosens from a little boys fingers as you walk by. though dex’s hand slips out of his pocket before the boy even lets go and dex’s thick fingers clasp around the string.

you just barely saw him do it, but you did nonetheless.

dex catches cups that you accidentally knock over and doesn’t let them hit the ground. you’ve just drunk a glass of water and mindlessly set it on the corner of the table. dex is already eyeing you from across the room. he crosses before you turn to him and your elbow hits the cup. your eyes shut in anticipation of glass shattering. but instead, he reaches out and catches it behind your back and sets it right back down.

at josie’s, dex doesn’t just hit the red target on the dartboard easily but he’ll also pin things from across the room. when you’re sipping your terrible drink and giggling at your stupidly attractive boyfriend, he’s still throwing darts with his arm around your waist. not missing a single shot. but a hooded figure grabs a purse from a old woman and dashes out from her grip and dex sees it before you do. he throws his dart from across the damn bar and it hits the man, right in his hand holding the purse.

the man screeches in pain, his hand pinned to the splintering wood that was probably older than you. the purse falls from his hand immediately and dex picks it up to return to the older woman. she thanks him graciously and you’re eyeing him with lustful intent as he makes his way back over to you.

“what?” he blinks and freezes at your gaze. “i’m one of the good guys now.”

your eyes trail down his figure and then up again, intensely slow. he blushes hard and tries to hide his growing smile. though you grip at his shirt and urge him closer, rasping his name like a plea and a demand he’d never deny.

“i wanna go home now.”

dex nods quickly and takes your purse in his other hand, ushering you out of the bar as fast as possible.

the apartment door shuts behind the two of you only after you’d already been pushed towards the couch. dex bounces a fidget to you’d bought him off the counter and it hits the front door, pushing it shut hard. his hands on your waist move meticulously as they begin shedding your layers. barely even touching the button of your jeans as he opens and pulls them down. his rough hands trailing stupidly soft up your spine, dragging the fabric and sending shivers up deliciously.

his hips seem to have the same motivation of his mind. precise, perverse, and insatiable.

before you can part your lips to let any sounds out, he swallows them down like something rare. he fills it with little sounds that destroy you instead. his lips like sweet nectar to your sensitive ears that amplify every thought with visions on him.

because dex fucks like he fights—skilled and unfair.

every push of his hips, pressing against yours. every thrust more devastating than the last, stealing your breath repeatedly. over and over. he learns and he adjusts without you saying anything. he listens to your body and to the sounds you make to guide him aimlessly. he smiles when you lose yourself in the feelings. watching you twist just for him to hold you there and keep you from squirming. dimples evident as he laughs lowly and holds your hands above your head.

“right there sweetheart? you like when i touch you there?” cooing by your ear and pulling away to watch. because dex loves to watch.

he’s so precise in his movements that he purposefully touches the depths of you. just enough before it’s too much for you. mouthing down your jaw while he kisses your cervix. letting your moans bless his ears while you clench around him. dex kisses you through it but he doesn’t stop. he keeps moving and teasing. coaxes you through your high and tumbling into a new one while he resumes his ministrations.

he’ll beg you to let him come inside you but you both know you’ll let him anyways.

“let me do it,” he pants against your skin, “let me give you everything.”

the most sultry seduction, wetting his lips as he speaks. the honey tongued words drowning you in bliss as he holds your hips with roughened care. the sound of his skin on yours and the hard muscle of his abs under your fingers when you trail your palms down his torso.

how can you deny him? how can you deny yourself?

you’re nodding before you can think about consequences. you’re trying to wrap your legs around his waist when he pushes them up higher and higher. letting your ankles hang off his shoulders with your knees pressed to your chest.

dex fucks you faster, running his free palm down your bodies to tease you further. rubbing tight circles with his thumb while you fall into a pleasurable pain that you recognized as overstimulation. thrusts sloppy as he loses his own train of thought.

his mind filled with nothing but you, you, you.

his worst obsession. his biggest weakness.

you gasp as you feel him finally let go, painting you white between his shattering, relentless thrusts. pushing back through his broken groans as he pulses against your walls. nothing ever goes to waste with him. he’s precise with where he wants to fill you until you’re dazed. blissed out when he finally stills.

he stays buried inside, hand lifting to grip your cheeks. squeezing just enough to make your lips pout and part to spit directly on your waiting tongue. not letting a drop escape. pulling out with a wet sound you’d burned to memory, he makes quick work to collect the two of you and push it back inside. sealing it with a kiss that stole your breath effortlessly.

dex never misses and he never will.

[glossykissies]

bunny offering herself for dex to practice knots and tying people up on her 🫢 see which positions are the most efficient

curling up on the couch while he’s all in serious mode, brow crinkled as he clicks around on his laptop. you knew he was doing bullseye stuff purely from his demeanour, and you knew you weren’t supposed to interrupt. but, scrolling on pinterest was getting boring — so you strike up conversation.

“dexie?” you chime, dropping your phone and turning your body toward him.

“hm?” he doesn’t look up, continuing to click, click, click.

“when you’re doing your big boy bullseye stuff, do you ever have to tie people up?” you tilt your head curiously and he blinks out of his concentrated trance, observing you for a second before speaking up.

“what?”

“like, when you go to—” you make a dramatic throat slicing action with your hand, followed by another performative rendition of you pretending to throw a knife. you then also played the role of the victim, throwing your hands up and whisper-screaming, pretending to die as you slump against the couch.

“spit it out, kid.”

“do you ever use rope to tie people up? so they don’t escape?” you clarify, clearly excited from the topic. dex scratches his jaw in thought, shrugging a shoulder.

“if i gotta — yeah. why?”

you hop up out your seat, holding up a manicured finger to gesture ‘one sec’ to him, toddling off to your room. he hears a bunch of shuffling and a few things falling before you come skipping back out — a soft pink rope between your hands.

“why don’t you practice on me? you know — to figure out which positions are most efficient for you.” you beam, hopping on one foot to another as you hold the rope in two hands infront of you. dex licks his lips, placing his laptop on the coffee table before taking the rope from you, passing it between his hands.

“‘fuck do you think i do with these guys? tie their legs open n’fuck ’em? i tie their wrists together so they can’t reach for a weapon. sometimes their legs if they try n’run. they’re not hard knots to make, baby.” he goes to hand the rope back as you pout, shaking it in his hand when you don’t take it.

“but… but you could just try new stuff? it could be really helpful? i wanna be helpful.” you sulk, feeling rejected. dex sighs out his nose, a small smile tugging at his older features.

“you just wanna get off, that right?”

“no i don’t.” you huff, stomping your foot. as a reflex, dex grabs your wrist and yanks you into a manoeuvre in less than a second, arched over his lap.

“yeah you wanna stomp that foot at me?” he challenged and you concede, shaking your head with a pout.

“sorry daddy.”

“uh-huh. you want me to tie you up just say that, don’t gotta make up excuses.” you feel him roughly begin to bind your wrists together at the small of your back and you kick your legs happily behind you. “practice.” he scoffs. “just wanna feel like a victim, don’t you?”

[cyber333angel]

MORE BENJAMIN POINDEXTER TWITTER PLINKS <3

a/n - have to be logged in and have censor off on twitter for them to work, enjoy!

sucking him off

when he’s rough and mean :(

dex always does all the work

pervert stepdad!dex groping you..

jerking off subby dexy

69

dex tying you up again

knocking before entering

dex fingering you till you squirt

dex making you work for it after you’d been a brat

fucking the bratty attitude out of you

dex trying to get you pregnant

stepdad!dex making you cum before bedtime!!

bouncing on him

getting abducted by dex but he can’t wait..

nerdy dex rutting into you

bullseye using his weapons on you (tw gun play)

making sure you know you’re his

free use with dexy

dex making it fit

dex needing you to calm himself down

[ohfreshlinen]

𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in

Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation. 

"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that." 

You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time). 

"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"

"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."

Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in. 

"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!" 

Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before. 

"Enchain." 

Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears. 

"Y-Yū —" 

"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin. 

This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and broken through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too. 

"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."

Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded. 

Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is. 

Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard. 

Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you from the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway. 

"Y-Yūji —"

"My name, brat —"

"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"

"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit. 

You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"

"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."

He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac. 

"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only." 

"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —" 

"That's it."

The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away. 

When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again. 

"S-Sukuna?" 

"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?" 

You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine." 

"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt. 

"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating." 

Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior. 

"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that." 

"It was," you breathe out. 

When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty. 

Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal. 

"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your hair tenderly. 

You shake your head. "Not at all, baby." 

"Let me fuck you next, then." 

© ohfreshlinen — all rights reserved. do not modify, edit, steal, or plagiarize my content.

longer version coming soon. lmk if any of you want to be tagged! 🤍

[narcissene]

affirmations:

- it’s fun to be awake & in an upright position

- consciousness is a gift

- i CAN do this anymore

[modelsof-color]

Meng Li by for Single Magazine July 2026

[parkore]

legitimately one of the funniest videos in earth

[dogpuppy]

[nineteenyearoldmeblog]

im fucking crying

[hanasnx]

i actually only got through the opening credits of the first deadpool movie before i came here to be horny. i think he'd really like to rub his cock on your face <3 i think whether he's clothed or not he's just always jamming his bulge up in your face and shoving your head down into place so he can smother you with it. he does it to annoy you but also it gets him super hard

and i thank god for that mei. he agree he would rub his cock on your face and he’d rly get in there, nothing shy about it. his favorite is when he’s in the suit and he can tuck his bulge right next to your nose under your eye corner of your nostril. it’s a perfect little divot before your cheek fills out. he’ll hold your head there and hump it until he’s ready to bust it out of his suit

god let it be me he smothers with his soft cock and balls bulge please please

[ddejavvu]

thank you for using the word hump. thank you thank you thank you for using the word hump he would pin your face/throat between his knees with no warning and go to town on your face like a fucking animal. He doesn’t care what you’re doing he’s humping your face rn. he’s smothering you with his big warm bulge it’s all you can feel it’s all you can see it’s all you can smell

I need to breathe rn. I need him to hump my face.

[gayvampyr]

it really pisses me off when adults sit there and drill it into kids’ heads that their youth is fleeting and tell them things like “enjoy your childhood while it lasts because this is the best it’s gonna get”. why are you telling children that adulthood is the worst thing they can experience? seriously what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you trying to make them feel like growing up is a fate worse than death? trying to convince them their life is over before it even begins? i’m tired of that shit. because tell my why my 12 year old cousin told me when she turns 30 she’ll be so depressed she’s just gonna cry all the time. what the fuck. kids don’t need to hear that their already stressful and overwhelming lives are never going to get better, that the abuse and lack of autonomy they face is apparently the highlight of their lives. they need to hear about adults who are happy to be alive and happy to have made it to their age. they need to know that growing up rules, it’s a gift and life does not have to suck for them, that they have a future that’s worth sticking around for. this rhetoric is so damaging mentally and i’m about to start hitting the adults who parrot it. i’m sorry you hate your life but you don’t get to dump your issues on these kids. don’t piss me off and leave these babies alone!

[naderalanqar2007]

This is the situation outside Gaza: hundreds of thousands of tons of humanitarian aid, medical equipment, and medicine are being held and prevented from entering by the Israelis, while we in Gaza are dying from the lack of medicine and medical equipment.

[naderalanqar2007]

The situation in Gaza is dire due to shortages of food, medicine, and medical equipment. Hundreds of thousands of wounded and sick people are suffering because of the siege, and my father is one of them. He suffers from many problems: arteriosclerosis, high blood pressure, back pain, and cancer. My father is fighting for his life under the siege and the lack of all medical supplies. I don't want to see my father die before my eyes because of this.

[naderalanqar2007]

I'm trying desperately to get my father out of this hell and to get my whole family out of here, but I can't do it alone. I need your help. Please donate to us. I swear your donations are what give us hope to survive and fight for our lives. I beg you to donate now.

[naderalanqar2007]

I will not stop trying, even though I see dreams shattered before my eyes. The immense pressure I'm under to save my loved ones is overwhelming. I truly need every dollar you can give. Please, please, please donate.

[socalgal]

Please help my dear friend Nader and his father. He desperately needs money to buy his father's medicine and painkillers. No one should have to endure such excruciating pain for so long. Please grant him relief from his suffering. Help him survive this genocide every donation makes a big difference

[wraithillustrates]

can we please get a drawing tutorial from the bloodymary master because I struggle with making them look that recognizable (thank you in advance)

Here is a (somewhat) tutorial i made, hopefully it can be of help to any of you

tbh idk what im doing 90% of the time this was really hard to make

Tut below!

[randomfanficwritersworld]

Realigning cause this is awesome and I will need to access this later

[beeandthescreen]

[dayeadomingo]

We were so enthralled by this leaf on our walk back from dinner last night

[basketballhoopshowerhead]

a dude at the gym just reached in his bag, pulled out a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup, smiled & shook his head like that’s just something that happens to people, put it back and then pulled out a bottle of water instead

[kaoruartsss]