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Munch him like a little gummy bear
can I eat lalo
Go for it
Be my guest, anon
Kanna’s First Christmas Part 3
The squad ran to Kanna’s house to tell her family what they found out, and the squad made a plan… it’s up to the sakamakis if they want in on their plan
Kanna’s First Christmas Part 2
Kanna has told not even a few of the stories of her holidays… no need to spend money on a child that’s not yours right? It’s tough for a kid to be told that their entire life.
Robby is a little sweetheart 💕😭🥹
Kanna’s first Christmas Part 1
I might make this into a little mini series…
Seriously tho, was I the only one as a kid who was absolutely shocked and couldn’t believe that not every kid in the world got presents on Christmas Day? I found it absolutely blasphemous!
Kanna made some friends today 😊
I had a lot of fun making this little comic. And for those of you that have been following me for a while; if you’re curious;
Yes those are the guys from my post about the squad
Here are some still images of the cookies
Munchmunch
PLEASE I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FOR THIS MAN
Can someone with more skill then me pleeease write some Munch fics cause istg I’ve read all 10 of them by now 😭
MUNCH!; satoru gojo
IT WASNT, uncommon for Satoru to get a little handsy when you were relaxing together, but tonight was different. His energy wasn't playful or teasing. He had a certain look in his eye, a spark of mischief and hunger that you hadn't seen in a while.
You were lying on the couch in one of his oversized shirts, scrolling through your phone when he crawled over you, completely ignoring your soft protest.
"Don't mind me," he murmured, voice low and smooth, as he kissed your exposed thigh. "Keep scrolling, baby."
"Uh-huh," you replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he said, feigning innocence as his hands skimmed up your legs, spreading them slightly. "You just look... too good not to touch."
You rolled your eyes but didn't stop him. "Satoru, I swear if this is another one of your games—"
"It's not a game," he interrupted, his lips pressing to your inner thigh now, dangerously close to your center. "Just relax."
Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up slightly. His mouth followed, kissing and nipping at your skin with a focus that made your head spin.
"Satoru," you whispered, half in warning, half in anticipation.
He looked up at you then, his crystal-blue eyes darkened with desire. "I just want to taste you," he said simply, his voice a soft plea. "Let me take care of you, yeah?"
You couldn't say no to him, not when he looked at you like that.
With a small nod, you leaned back, your heart racing as his lips curled into a satisfied grin. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with praise.
And just like that, he was gone, buried between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs as if he couldn't get enough of you. He kissed you there like it was the only thing he'd ever wanted, like you were the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
Every flick of his tongue, every hum of satisfaction sent shivers down your spine. He was relentless, refusing to stop even when your hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly in an attempt to pull him away.
"Toru," you gasped, your voice barely a whisper.
"Mm?" he replied, the vibration of his voice against you making your toes curl.
"You're- you're such a munch," you managed to say, your words broken by a moan.
He chuckled, his eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly. "And I'll be your munch forever," he said with a smirk, diving back in like a man starved.
It wasn't long before he had you trembling, your back arching off the couch as he worked you over like it was his life's mission. And when you finally came undone, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, he didn't stop, he just held you tighter, savoring every moment like the insatiable man he was.
When he finally pulled away, his lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his grin was nothing short of triumphant.
"Yeah," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "I'm definitely a munch. But only for you."
You couldn't even argue, too dazed to do anything but pull him up for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as he chuckled against your mouth.
"You're insufferable," you muttered.
"And you love it," he shot back, his voice full of smug affection.
The Flower of Pain, 1897, Edvard Munch
Medium: crayon,indianink,wash,watercolor,paper
The Hands, 1893, Edvard Munch
Medium: oil,canvas
Paris Nude, 1896, Edvard Munch
Medium: oil,canvas
Self-Portrait in Hell, 1903, Edvard Munch
Medium: oil,canvas
