#:) what can i say these hands just wont stop

[stormyelliotwritez]

walk with me…

ftm reader who has been in love with logan for years but he thinks logan is straight and also logan like wont stop being in love with jean and is absolutely OBLIVIOUS that r likes him.. (literally all the other x men know) and honestly this can be like super angsty or just silly idc whatever the vibe u best think works

im gonna somehow go with mostly angst coz thats my fav so here goes

tw for gender dysphoria related to wanting to fit logan’s so called type

BUT HE’S STRAIGHT?

Logan was staring at Jean again. This was like the fifth time just this staff meeting. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. Maybe Charles would let you go lay down if you faked a fever but maybe he’d do the whole psychic thing and realize you were fine.

You sat through the rest of the meeting and then left quickly, feeling like a loser. It’s been years and he still hasn’t noticed you. He’s always staring at Jean who’s literally been in love with Scott since they met. Why won’t he stare at you? How the fuck is he straight? But alas, he is.

You walked to your room, tugging at your shirt and wishing it would fit better. Maybe he’d have noticed you if you weren’t a boy, if you’d stayed what you’d been born as. Maybe if you were still her, he’d think you were cute. Maybe he’d look at you how he looked at Jean.

You slammed your door shut and clambered onto your bed, curling up into a ball. You stayed there, just thinking, until eventually you fell asleep.

In the morning, you got up and after showering and getting dressed, you threw on the jacket you’d stolen from Logan a few months ago, the one with the school’s logo. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. It’s not like he ever noticed you.

You went about your day, bumping into Scott who made a faux growl sound like Logan’s to tease you and then bumping into Hank who sniffed your jacket and then applauded you on managing to steal from Logan. Later in the day, you ran head first into Storm, when you were trying to avoid Logan, and she glanced at him and then meowed at you teasingly. You’d swear on someone’s grave that the only person who didn’t know about your years old crush was the man himself, Logan.

You managed to avoid Logan all day until… dinner. He was sitting opposite the spot you always sat in. He was sitting there. Why was he sitting there was a question you couldn’t answer. You tugged at your jumper while holding your plate with one hand and you walked over to him.

“Logan,” you said with a nod.

“Bub,” he said back before looking you over.

He didn’t say anything about the jacket. He just sat there and ate his dinner and then stood up. He walked around to your side and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Nice jacket, bub.”

He then walked off, just like that.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? He didn’t know though. He would know about your ridiculous crush if he was listening to your heartbeat right now. Oh my god, so he knew you’d stolen it but he couldn’t put the damn pieces together?

You finished your dinner and walked off. You were halfway to your room when someone grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom. The door was slammed and you were disoriented in the dark.

“You like me, bub?”

That was Logan’s voice. Wait, he knew? How? But…

“Come on, I ain’t got all day,” he said abruptly.

You nodded. You were quite sure he could see in the dark and the scoff he made seemed to say so. How could you have been so stupid? He was probably going to hate you now. He was straight. He’d always been straight and in love with Jean. He was oblivious. He’d always been oblivious. He could never like you. You weren’t a girl, no matter how hard you wanted to still be one so he’d like you. Your heart was racing and soon enough, you were hyperventilating.

His hands were on your shoulders and you were being pulled into a hug, a hug that smelt of wood and fuel. He was hugging you?

“It’s okay, I got you, bub,” he placed a light kiss on your forehead, “I swing both ways, you know.”

You’d always hated that he was still taller than you, one of the downsides of not getting on T until your 20’s and- wait, what? He swings both ways?

“You-you do?” You said once your breathing had slowed.

He nodded. You couldn’t see it but you could feel it. He could like you… as you, as a man? You didn’t have to be someone else? You could just be you.

“Yep, now let’s go. I think there’s two beers calling our names in the teacher’s lounge,” he said before opening the door and pulling you out of the classroom. “Jean mentioned your little crush and now I gotta hear all about how you’ve been pining for me for years.”

Curse you, Jean, but thanks, was all you could think as you just nodded and walked with him to the teachers lounge.

[bridgyrose]

Rosebird Week day 3: Vampire and Hunter

Raven wiped away sweat from her brow, eyes locked on the vampire in front of her. Silver eyes reflected the light of the moon almost inhumanly, unwaveringly even with a huntress standing before her. No hint of fear or worry, just a soft smile as she looked down on her. She reached for the cross she held in her pocket, only to stop when she felt the cold hand of the vampire on her wrist. 

“No need for that,” the vampire said quietly. “This was supposed to be just between us, wasnt it? You and your wit against me and my speed. Or was all of that just talk like all the others who have come after me?” 

Raven felt her heart pound in her chest as she stared directly into the vampire’s silver eyes, not quite sure when she appeared so suddenly in front of her. The only sign that she had moved were a few rose petals that seemed to flow in the wind. And yet, not a hair seemed to have moved out of place from the vampire. “I-I know… I know when I’m beat.” 

The vampire let go of Raven and pouted. “That’s no fun. I was just starting to warm up too. Guess that means my night is ruined. Maybe another night.” 

“You’re… not going to kill me?” 

“If I killed every vampire hunter that came after me, my life would be boring. Killing one or two gets me a reputation, killing all of them and no one would ever know me. Though, I do have to admit, you’re the first one to make it this far. So its only fair that I leave you with your life.” 

Raven watched the vampire, not quite sure how she felt about being allowed to leave alive. It almost felt cheap, just being allowed to go without anything more than the guilt of letting down what was supposed to be her prey. 

“I-I dont understand,” Raven finally said quietly. “I tracked you down, I lured you out and tried to kill you-” 

“And you did a very good job at it. We should make a date of it. How does tomorrow sound?” 

“I’m not making a date with a vampire.” 

“My name is Summer,” Summer said as she rolled her eyes. “And we dont have to call it a date, it can be an appointment instead.” 

“An appointment.”

“You’re the one who’s opposed to the word date.” 

A date… to fight? Raven pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a heavy sigh as she thought it all over. This wasnt something that could just be scheduled out. Tracking down Summer had taken weeks to pin her down, and now she just wanted to schedule out another fight? 

“This is a bit… unorthodox.” Raven took another breath to calm herself. “We’re here now, why cant we just fight like we’re supposed to?” 

“Because you gave up and now I’m bored of it. So, we can try it again tomorrow.” 

“And how do I know you’ll keep your word?” 

“A vampire always keeps their word,” Summer said with a smile. “Though, I do have to admit, you did go through a lot to find me. One would almost say you were… obsessed with me, dont you think?” 

A blush crossed Raven’s cheek as she felt Summer drag her finger across her cheek, her heart nearly stopping for a moment from the sudden thought. Summer practically had her wrapped around her finger and she knew it. 

Summer smirked and pulled away. “Let me make a deal with you. Come back tomorrow, put in the same effort into our fight like you did today, and I’ll make it worth your while.” 

“A-and what…” Raven cleared her throat as her voice broke. “...what did you… have in mind?” 

“That is a secret. One that I’m sure you’ll enjoy. Come back here tomorrow and I promise you wont be disappointed.” 

Rose petals scattered in the wind as Raven watched Summer disappear just before the sun started to rise. She had been played by Summer and she didnt quite regret it like she thought she would’ve. Instead, she picked up her sword from the ground and started to make her way back to the village. 

“Lets just hope you keep your word.” 

[cloudcountry]

there is no way the ikevamp guys are being such assholes in jean's route i must be dreaming

[introspectivememories]

every time orter madl opens his mouth all i can think of is that one tumblr post that's like "nice dichotomy idiot, now what lies outside of it?"

[tommygettingwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[bottom-slut-unionizer]

I think "you are also that which others do not see" is a very important motto to have in the age of social media n people being able to advertise the best aspects of themselves while hiding the worst.

Just cuz others see the good doesn't make up for the bad parts. That's just pure vanity at that point. But at the same time, the things you keep for yourself, the joys you alone get to experience, those too are part of you.

Everyone has a thousand things to love within them and ten thousand things to hate that never sees the light of say. Why would we rather live acting like the moment something bad is visible it ruins everything else? Can't we live knowing that we're all a bunch of animals trying to survive, and the fact that we can find something to love at all is truly amazing?

[minarcana]

[soulshards-ooc]

#1 ENVOY | FFXIVWRITE2023

• tw: none • words: 2887 (long read) • character: Miahka (@soulshards)

Wind billowed through the valley of the Mountains as they walked. Tensions were high, simmering in unspoken words as Miahka - a younger vision of her, stepped gracefully towards an unknown camp. Fires danced upon torches dug into the ground, bright bloody colours hung from woven wool splayed over the mighty Yurt that lingered in the distance.

She walked with a young man, much taller than he, but their complexions were similar enough. Family. He held the same chestnut hued locks, and those same crystal clear eyes, though he held his gaze with a certain ferocity - where she held worry. They walked in silence, only the sound of earth shifting beneath their feet to be heard.

They had been sent with a proposition, to the Tribe that had moved onto their doorstep. To the Tribe that had threatened the sanctuary of their home, threatened the balance they had catered from this land. They wanted blood, they wanted to take everything and give nothing in return. So, the Mhori tribe came, with one final offer to sow peace among their people. 

A weary gaze was cast over her shoulder, peering a way back up the Valley to where a small group of her clan stood waiting. At the front, the mighty Khan. His head held high with certainty. Beside him, a regal skinned man with horns as black as ink. The man she loved with all her heart.

He was filled with dread.

Fine gold chains hung from her horns and twisted up into her hair, pulled into a long braid down her back. Her best clothes, brightly coloured wools and draped furs hugged her form closely. Beside her, her brother wore his armour and hides. Shined to perfection, and streaks of ash crossed his cheeks.

As they closed in on the threshold of the tribe's land, they were greeted by guards holding weapons. Dented and dull, but held with such ferocity that it mattered not how meek their weapons would be. They could still kill with their strikes. These people were from the Steppe, it seemed. A warring clan perhaps exiled from the plains and forced into the Mountains.

But the Mhori were not like that. They avoided conflict, they advocated peace. They respected their kin and their choices, but a life of seclusion was better than a life of war, in their eyes.

Miahka bowed at the waist upon meeting the guards, with a simple grunt, they turned to lead them to the Yurt upon the centre. The home of their own Khan, their leader, the man in which she had come to offer a bargain. She had been trusted with this information, she had been trusted with the fate of their tribe. A test, no doubt, as she walked the path of succession to the current ailing Sanvaar. The right hand to the Khan, the shaman and star-reader. Her fated role to play for her people - one she would happily do.

So if sealing this deal meant she could make her people proud, she would do whatever it took to do so.

The heat inside the tent was almost too much, the fire burning in the centre pit of the yurt. Behind it sat an ageing Xaela, hair peppered with grey streaks and his face carved deeply with scars. His shoulders were broad, his stature immense even as he sat upon his makeshift throne. 

“Khan Ganbold,” they greeted him in unison with a bow at the waist, even if Osolka was loathsome to the idea of bowing to another. A low rumble left the Khan as the pair entered his home.

“This is the welcome for the Baolak Tribe?” He spoke, venom on his tongue before they had even said their piece. “A petty warrior and a simple girl?”

Upon his ‘greeting’, Miahka raised her head up with a soft smile. Her chin lifted, despite the calm and friendly face she wore, showing she would not be spoken down too in such a way.

“I am Miahka Mhori, and this is Osolka Mhori,” she would motion to her brother at her side. “We are here on behalf of our tribe to see what we can offer you, so that we may live together as neighbours, as family, upon these fair and unforgiving lands.”

A scoff was his reply, shifting in his seat to lean forward. He eyed Miahka up and down, as she spoke her words clearly and with intent, before his gaze snapped to Osolka after his mention. Though the young man lacked the scars to prove his worth, he was equal to the Khan in size and stature. A dark flicker crossed his visage but momentarily, before he craned his head to the side to peer at the man that stood to attention beside him

The spitting image of the Khan, but younger, and a little less desecrated by the scars of war. Though his face held a sharp edge, behind the rough exterior. Miahka’s eyes rested on the man for a moment, crystalline gaze trying to get a sense of what he may be thinking - but stoic features remained unchanging. He stared off towards the back of the tent, even at his fathers scrutinising gaze.

“What do you bring then, little one? More riches, animals or wives? Perhaps this time you will offer us land so we may spread our clan further upon these grim mountains.”

Miahka’s lids slipped closed at his words. She inhaled deeply, shoulders rising as she tried to fight back the every growing worry in her core. The worry that this was all for nothing. The worry that what the stars had whispered to her not so long ago were, in fact, the truth. That the visions she’d seen was their prophecy.

“We still offer that,” she began once more, her eyes opening as she spoke. “And more. My Khan would offer an alliance.”

Osolka, who had been patient and quiet this whole time letting Miahka do the talking as she was much better at it than he was, almost burst at the seams at the very notion. She could feel the tension creep up beside her as his body tensed up, his gaze dropping down to peer at his sister. He had not been made privy to this offer, for good reason in retrospect, and was a little caught off guard by the idea. These people were brutish, rash, and only out for blood. They did not think before they acted, and aligning themselves with the Baolak tribe would be the doom of their people if this was a serious offer.

His mouth opened, before it snapped shut in a sharp motion. He buried down his bile of words, setting his rage filled gaze back upon the young man that still stood by the Khan. The Khan, who seemed highly amused at the idea of an alliance with the Mhori tribe. His head fell back with a deep chuckle.

“An alliance with you? Please, tell me why I should consider that. My warriors would level your clan before the sun kissed the sky on the morrow. What could you possibly bring to me? I do not need weaklings in my home.”

She stayed silent, for a long while after his words had finished. Her gaze shifted from the Khan, to the man by his side, and back. Her jaw clenched softly, and determination took over her. Not only because he had insulted her, and her people, but the idea that they were weak was simply arrogant.

“Because we know these lands. We know these lands better than any who may visit. We know the routes, we know the best hunting grounds. We know what herbs and plants grow in these regions, and how to make potent salves and serums from them. We have generations of knowledge passed down, skills refined from the best of the best. We know spells and magic you have never seen before. What we may lack in brute strength, we make up for in so much invaluable knowledge. We have survived for many cycles before you and yours shadowed these lands, and we will survive after you are gone.”

Her words came in a clear cut flurry, like sharp spikes pressing against skin. Veiled threats and twisting words she didn’t know she was capable of. But through all this, she spoke proudly of her people and all they had accomplished. She held this belief strong in her heart, that they would overcome this issue, no matter what. She took a step forward, towards the fire. “We wish to share this knowledge with you. You share your prowess with us, and together we can thrive upon these mountains.”

She could sense which way this may go. She knew she could have begged upon her hands and knees, grovelled at his feet, and he might consider her words. She had a hunch, however, that speaking to him firmly and justly may also get through. She hoped, at least, he was a little more reasonable than he may look.

Once she was finished speaking, the Khan pushed himself from his seat. A little slow at first, his body having grown weary from the physical toll of all the battles fought. But once he stood, he was a sight. A towering individual, the rest of his scars sneaking out from the bare skin between his furred garbs. Strong arms, even in his age, came to rest by his side as he took one step closer to her. He stopped, upon reaching the threshold of the fire that sat in the sunken pit, before he merely stepped over the flickering smoke that raised from the flames.

Miahka craned her head up to meet his gaze. She felt like a child, the way he loomed above her. It reminded her of when she was but a babe, when she would peer up at her father as she was just learning to walk. But there was no love or kindness in this man's gaze. She felt so small beneath his massive stature, she felt the threat of his very presence. Her tail went still behind her, shoulders squaring off as her form became just a little tenser than before.

Osolka noticed, uttering her name softly. But before he may be able to speak in full, the snap of finger and thumb caught his attention and the Khan seemingly smiled. A half smile? Or the semblance of one? It was not a genuine smile, this much she was certain.

“You have mettle. That is rare to see in your people. Even your own Khan would not face me in my home,” he gave a vague gesture to the yurt they stood in. “And you came only with one guard. Either you are confident in your offer, or foolish in your actions. Which would it be, little one?”

As he leered down at her, and she felt herself trying to sink back and away, she forced her back to straighten and her shoulders to relax. She breathed in, deeply, her moonlike gaze never shifting from the twisted face of the Khan before her. “You have desecrated our land. Ruined our shrines and places of worship. You have overhunted, overfarmed, and threatened us since you first came here. And still we stand here, unwavering from your actions. We stand here, offering you a hand, so that your people may survive alongside ours. Because my people are nothing but resilient, and though the affairs we may have weathered may differ from your own, we stand just as tall as  you do. So, tell me, Khan Ganbold - why would you refuse such an offer? Taking our alliance would be nothing but a boon, so that we may both prosper.”

Ganbold bent at the waist slightly, so he could level himself with Miahka and stare deeply into her pale gaze. He could see the fire that burned behind them. He could see how deeply she meant her words. He saw how deeply she hoped for her people to survive, and even the sympathy she felt for him and his tribe, for the fate they received. How she did not wish to see them dissolve into nothing, forgotten by time. The smile he held grew a little more genuine, and it seemed he liked what he saw. Another laugh left him as he straightened up.

“They should have sent you from the beginning, little one,” he spoke with bemusement. “I agree to this alliance with one final condition.”

Osolka’s brow furrowed before the terms were even spoken. And the young man, who had stayed silent and still this whole time, finally shifted his eyes to stare at the Khan. “You will be promised to my pride and joy, my son,” he raised his arm as he turned to the side, motioning to the figure who had not been introduced. The young man's face remained unmoving, despite his fathers demands. Miahka could not see whether this was a shock to him or otherwise. She could not tell if this was an agreement they had both come up with, or simply the whimsey of a father.

Either way, her heart shattered at the very words. She could feel a small piece of herself fall away, a crack beneath the surface, as she stared up at Ganbold and his conditions. Small hands slipped into fists as they remained tucked into her sleeves. “Ganbaatar is unwed. You would become his mate. I have a brave and mighty daughter the son of your Khan may have in return. Blood for blood.”

Before Miahka could even formulate a reply, Osolka stepped forward, half shielding his sister from the Khan and his words, and the very idea that she may become bargaining material. “She is already mated to another,” he stated firmly, his anger barely contained in his words as it had bubbled beneath the surface through this whole meeting. The Khan shook his head to her brother as he stepped forward. “And?” He grunted out, shifting his weight forward to stand squarely before Osolka.

Miahka slowly reached out to her brother, tugging on his hand softly, silently asking him to stand down.

“We have many lovely women in our tribe,” she’d began, forcing the words out of her tightening throat. “He could meet with them, and they would be overjoyed to join your clan and become one with your so-”

“No,” he said, firm and resounding. The word rattled in her brain a little. She swallowed back that anxious feeling that grew and grew in her stomach, as her gaze sought out Ganbaatar. His expression was cemented in place, unchanging, even as he met her wandering gaze. He was unreadable. She hated it. Not a flicker of emotion to be seen behind his eyes despite the situation they had found themselves in.

“My son only deserves the best. You are clearly important to your people, and you are smart, little one. My son has yet to sire me an heir, and you would give me kin I could be proud of. Smart and strong. I do not care if you are promised to another. You will join my son, or we have no alliance. This is what you will tell your Khan.”

Osolka took just one more step forward, his fists clenched at his sides and the fury building evermore in his gaze. “You cannot ask her to leave her partner for your son. They have already made their promises under Nhaama and Azim! To break that bond is - is unthinkable! You don’t know what you are asking of her!” He barked out his fury as he came inches away from the Ganbold, who smirked in response, squaring up to the challenge with ease.

“I get what I want, whelp, in the end.” The threat echoed around the yurt, as the guards shadowed the exit of the home. Miahka stayed quiet for a long moment. She finally gave a small, tepid nod to the Khan and said no more, as she gave her brothers hand another tug. A little firmer, this time. She wanted to leave. Now. And even though she knew fine well that her brother was unmovable when he did not want to be, she was thankful that he turned away when she did.

The guards stepped to the side as the pair left, and Osolka seethed quietly as they walked further away from their territory. Faint shouting could be heard behind them, though most of the words were unintelligible to her horns. She was too swept up in the… fear… she felt. The confusion. The anger. The pain.

She could feel another piece of herself crumble away with each step she took, the little shards of herself that she knew she would lose over time, should she be asked to follow through with the proposal.

And she knew she would say yes, if her Khan asked it of her. She knew she would do anything to keep the people she loved the most safe, even if it meant leaving the person who meant the world to her. Even if she would never be able to feel his embrace again. She would do anything to ensure he would stay alive. Even if she had to lose a part of herself in the process.

Osolka knew this, too. He knew this as they walked back towards their kin in the valley, waiting impatiently to hear the news of how the meeting went. Worry etched upon their features as the solemn expressions of the pair were the first thing they saw.

He knew he had to stop this, even if it meant war.

[faaun]

lightning fried our satellite dish and now we are alone

[yellowhearther0]

girls when they are trying their best but their best isnt good enough 😔😔

[arolesbianism]

Alright boys pack it up no more rain world posting new oni dlc is coming out in less than a week

[xochosoxo]

husband!gojo ✮| headcannons

gojoxfem!reader

MDNI -> warnings: afab reader (but anyone can read yk), sfw&nsfw, arranged marriage, slight angst, comfort, pet names, flufflufffluff!, cunnilingus, gojo is pussy whipped, fingering, creamycreamycreamiest creampies, reader calls gojo daddy!, tummypushing

a/n: i had a dream abt this with some random guy and when i woke up i was so disappointed :(( LOL angwah heres some quick gojo headcannons bc i truly miss him and im so lonely.

husband!gojo who you married per each family’s request, making your marriage an arranged one.

husband!gojo who hated the idea of being tied down.

husband!gojo who couldnt wait for the ceremony to end, however when he watched you walk down the aisle, looking so innocent, he felt a tug at his heartstrings.

husband!gojo who didnt know what to do when on your honeymoon. he didnt know whether or not to interact with you or to keep his distance like he promised himself. he decides for the latter.

husband!gojo who enjoys coming to work everyday after his honeymoon because his cute little wife always delivers his lunch to him despite not asking you to.

husband!gojo who starts to soften even more when he sees that you wait for him to come home from work. youre usually sleeping on the couch. he gently scoops you up in his arms and takes you to bed.

husband!gojo who sees that you start getting tired of the routine after a while. making his lunches, waiting for him to come home late. you stop delivering his lunches personally, opting to just give it to him before he leaves in the morning. he doesnt see you when he comes home either.

husband!gojo who makes sure to wash up before slipping into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you . he missed you.

husband!gojo who feels you wake the next morning, obviously confused to see his arms around you. he sighs before bringing you closer to his chest.

husband!gojo who whispers apologies and sweet nothings in your ear as you settle yourself into him with suspicion.

he strokes your head as he says. “im sorry. i know you didnt want this marriage either. im sorry that youve been doing all this alone. i promise ill be here for you. just tell me what you need and i will do everything to help you. youve changed me y/n.”

you look at him, with creased eyebrows, obviously still not trusting him fully.

“ill give you time.” husband!gojo sighs as he lets go of you to get ready for work. you still make him lunch that day.

husband!gojo who comes home and doesnt see you on the couch. he understands that he needs to wait for your response but there is a small part of him that is wondering whether or not you have left.

husband!gojo who sighs in relief when he opens the door to your shared bedroom, seeing you all dolled up in a pretty pj set, sitting comfy on the bed.

husband!gojo who smiles when he sees your face brighten in delight. you walk up to him.

husband!gojo who is surprised when you wrap your arms around him and kiss him with your soft lips. he groans into the kiss, regretting the fact the he never kissed you after the wedding.

husband!gojo who melts to your touch as your bring him to the bed. you remove his jacket and tie as your straddle him, kissing him more harshly.

husband!gojo who makes sure youre okay with with what’s going to happen next. he kisses you again when you say yes.

husband!gojo who takes his sweet time with you. stripping you from your garments,leaving you bare infront of him. he sinks his long fingers into your sopping cunt, your head lolling back in pleasure.

husband!gojo who’s eyes roll back when he finally tastes you. youre addcitive. he laps up your juices, swirling his tongue on your clit. you cum twice on your husband’s tongue, his hands holding your legs apart so they wont close. his fingers continues to scissor you until youre screaming.

husband!gojo who fucks you in missionary position, making sure to watch your face as your react to the pleasure hes giving you.

husband!gojo who cums inside of you only to turn that cum into a creamy mess around your pussy as he pounds into you some more. he can feel his creampie dripping out of you and down his balls.

husband!gojo who enjoys how loud youve become. moaning obscenities and calling him daddy. he wants to fuck you till your dumb!

“fuck princess, youre so fucking messy. fuc—nghh..” he tries to speak but your pussy is squeezing him too well he can barely get words out.

“please daddy!! i need—aghh.. i need you! dont stopp—ahh…” you groan as you have your fourth orgasm of night.

husband!gojo who watches hearts form in your eyes when he cums inside of you for the final time. you can feel his warmth trickling into your womb.

husband!gojo who pulls out and watches his loads flood out of you. he presses on your stomach, watching as more cum gushes out of you.

husband!gojo who brings a warm towel to wipe up the cream around your sex. you moan as he does so, still recovering from all of your orgasms.

husband!gojo who wraps you up into his arms once again, praising you for how well you did.

“you did so good love..” he says stroking your back.

husband!gojo who reminds you that he has fallen in love with you and will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you are comfortable in this marriage with him.

husband!gojo who knows the two of you will be okay when you peck him on the lips and tell him that you love him.

[lovecrazedpup]

im gonna die

[fmhobeus]

jjk men and their red flags

a/n: i'm feeling problematic :> tell me what u think (agree/disagree/add more?) this is all for shits n giggles !! non sorcerer au kinda

kento nanami — (over)protective

but like... to the point where it feels like he's treating you like a child! he doesnt like to see you sweat or even work at all for that matter. he loves it when you cook but has bought covers for all the knifes. if he sees a burn on your hand get ready for a 10 minute long lecture. if you accidentally fall he wont let you get up for atleast 3 days to help you ""heal."" it's almost like he doesnt trust you to take care of yourself :') he probably has like 3 separate first-aid kits everywhere.

suguru geto — emotionally unavailable

i feel like this is explainable to his character (sort of.) i dont think that he'd make you feel isolated at all, he's be an amazing listener and probably memorizes every word you say. he listens to you rant and even trauma dump with insane patience. but at some point it feels as though you hardly know him. he's talk to you a lot but very little of it is personal and you hardly know what he's thinking because his ass is not tell you. he also unintentionally distances himself from people from time to time. this applies to you too and you can feel him getting emotionally distant sometimes. it isnt something he does knowingly but it sure ass hell bothers you.

satoru gojo — very clingy and needy

this nigga. he is so utterly clingy. and at first it's perfectly fine, even appreciated by you. you still love him like crazy of course but it is just overwhelming. he is like a child most of the time, he need you around him and is always accompanying you wherever you go, and he expects you to do the same. he also doesn't believe in "me time" because why would you feel better when you're away from him: (? want to hang out with your friends? what do you need them for: (? he's right there. he is also physically incapable of listening but boy is he good at making up.

toji fushiguro — controlling

he is so controlling omfg. it's usually subtle but sometimes he will outright just say no to things he doesnt like, not caring if you like them. it gets to the point where he actually starts to change your personality. he is very caring and that's his justification for this typa stuff. it is usually harmless stuff but he gets paranoid often. he doesnt let you wear miniskirts out if you're not with him. he doesn't let you befriend people he thinks are into you. he barely lets you buy stuff on your own, he usually gifts you whatever it is youre into at that moment. borderline turned on by fear and you being dependent on him.

choso kamo — has no social life outside you

pretty self explanatory. he doesnt have many friends outside you and isn't interesting in making them either. total loser. so taking him out to events, he probably doesnt interact much and chooses to look at you the entire time, which annoys your friends. he answers their questions pretty bluntly. he's never down to have people over and lowkey hates when you are.

hiromi higuruma — workaholic

also self explanatory. he leaves early, comes home late. you barely see him on the weekdays. sometimes he goes as far as ignoring your calls when in between cases. he calls you periodically but has to have an alarm set to remind him. he loves you very very deeply but is just used to working non stop T_T

[kissinkou]

TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES, HUH .ᐟ

ft. jjk men & their reactions to your new lingerie set <3

cw : highly suggestive. cursing. mentions of oral f!r, fingering, squirting. allusions to s3x. petnames ( angel, baby, sweetheart, my love, doll, good girl ). @sinugu @vegazm for youssss !! :>

ᰔ˚⊹ — GOJO

satoru thinks nothing in this world could ever top the sight of you in pretty white lace. you look like an angel, he’ll say. when he comes home from a long day at work, you’re his darling deity here to rescue him from his stressful life. satoru will stare at you, clad in your cheeky white panties and silky laced white bra. and maybe, he’s the devil to your angel, because he’s ready to ravage you like a wild animal as soon as he walks through the door. he rips your brand new set ? that’s alright, he can always buy you a new one.

“ all dressed up f’me ? fuck, s’pretty. c’mere angel, promise i wont bite. ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — GETO

suguru swears under his breath the moment he walks into your shared room and sees you all dressed in pretty pastel pink. he’ll pretend to be all nice and calm at first, but don’t let the good guy act fool you, because as soon as he reaches the end of the bed where you reside, you’re absolutely done for. he’ll make you keep that set on when he’s licking a stripe up your panties, only letting you take them off when you’re practically begging for him to stop teasing. that’s only the beginning of it, because you’re still clad in your pink bra 3 orgasms later, and he’s still nose deep in your pussy.

“ oh ? s’cute, baby. now lemme get a taste of those new panties, yeah ? ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — CHOSO

choso is almost as flustered as you are. walking in to see his precious girlfriend, all dressed up in periwinkle lace and frilly hems. oh, you just look so cute and so tempting he cant help but grow hard almost immediately upon entering the room. his cheeks will grow into a furious blush, face red and hot as he compliments you and your stunning new lingerie. but be careful, because once choso has you, you might not be able to get away. he’ll beg you to keep the whole set on the entire time, sucking around your plush tits and running his fingers over your soaked panties, completely desperate and eager to have you all to himself.

“ you look so beautiful, sweetheart. can i touch you ? please ? wanna feel you so bad... ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — SUKUNA

ryomen gets cocky from seeing you all dressed up, and it’s just for his eyes only. his hands will explore every crevice of you they can, finger hooking on your red bra strap to chuckle at the way you whimper when it snaps back. he’ll have you sat on his lap, holding you still at his mercy on his kings chair. oh, and you might want to get yourself another set of garments, because those panties are going straight into his pocket for later when he’s done with you.

“ yeah ? got all prettied up f’me ? come sit on my lap like a good girl, you deserve a throne. ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — NANAMI

nanami thinks that this is just what he needed. coming home to his pretty girl after a days worth of frustration, eager to let out his stress on you. and god, that lingerie looked so good he practically fell to his knees the second he made it through the door. he’ll have you pressed up against his chest, shushing you as you whine and squirm in his hold as his fingers drill into you at an unforgiving speed. he’ll keep going, pleasing you to no end until you’re bucking your hips and squirting all over his hand.

“ so gorgeous, my love. such a good girl f’me. let me show you just how much this means to me, hm ? ”

ᰔ˚⊹ — TOJI

toji believes that he’s just won the lottery, and you’re his shining prize. all fancied up in sleek black lingerie, lace and mesh covering the expanse of your desirable skin. he’s ready to give you exactly what you want, if you’ll let him have you. and don’t be upset if he rips your pretty fishnets, because he’ll just fuck that cute pout off your face. he’ll pound into you mercilessly from behind, obscene hole ripped into your tights so he can fit inside you just right.

“ aw, how precious. don’t worry, i’ll treat ya nice. face down, ass up, doll. ”

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[chososlilprincess]

Higuruma Hiromi x reader<3 (nsfw)

hiromi likes girls (his gf) who are a little (very) mean to him. CANON I ASKED GEGE.

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Higuruma stands in the doorway of your bedroom, Hes been staring at you for a good while now, even before you noticed.

Looking at how your little dress hugs your pretty body.

you wave a hand infront of his face.

“whats up with you today…freak,” you say and laugh at him, the corner of his mouth tugs a little before going back to his usual, blank face.

“i cant look at whats mine? hm?” he says smoothly and plays with a strand of your hair.

“urgh,” you roll your eyes and turn away from him. You know he loves it, when you act like a little spoiled princess.

he grabs your arm and pull you back to him softly. He looks into your eyes again, something else than adoration behind them this time.

“hirom-“

“i thought about what you said,”

huh?

you look at him in question.

He smirks a little before speaking, “you know….about my nose,”

A couple days ago he’d told you how he used to hate his nose when he was younger. You’d frowned and taken his face in your pretty manicured hands and told him it was one of your favorite things about his appearance. It had made his heart swell in his chest, and he’d hugged you so tight right after telling you to ‘shut up and stop lying’

And he’d thought about it ever since, couldnt get it out of his head. And now he knew why.

He takes your jaw in his huge hand and brings your face up to look at him,

“if you like my nose so much, why dont you sit on it princess?” he tells you, looking into your eyes and pulling you closer by your waist.

Your eyes widen, and you blush while trying to push him away.

“stop saying things like that,” you look away from his eyes and he frowns.

“look at me baby,”

You reluctantly look at him again, the way he looks at you hungrily makes you ache.

“you telling me you dont want to?” He whispers to you, and you know he would drop it as soon as you say the word.

But you stay silent, looking away from him again. And he knows youre too shy to say it. so innocent. He wants to make you cry and shake on top of him.

He sighs and goes to pull away from you, but before he can get too far you grab him by the collar, nodding your head.

“yeah?” he asks. you nod again.

he smiles widely at you, before licking his lips and speaking,

“take this off,” he says as he plays with the hem of your dress.

His eyes scan over your body while you undress, his mouth watering. And when you finally stand infront of him, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, only wearing your panties, He picks you up by your thighs suddenly, And you yelp in surprise. He takes you to the bed, laying down with you now sitting on his chest.

You stare at eachother for a while before he speaks again,

“come on….wanna drown in your little pussy,”

Hes so nasty.

“dont worry you will, im gonna shut you up for once,” you say with a look of distaste, he knows your body is betraying you, with how big the wet spot on your panties has gotten.

you sit up on your knees, sliding down your underwear slowly, teasing him.

“mmm there she is,” he groans when he sees your pussy, slick with your arousal.

“youre so annoying,”

“sit on my face baby,”

you huff and sit down again on his chest, grinding your naked pussy on him. He groans loudly.

“fuck….you want me to beg? is that it sweetheart? hm?”

He breathes heavily, a desperate look on his face, and his hips buck behind you, trying to relieve himself a little.

You nod and wait for him, and when he opens his mouth to speak, reaching out to touch your waist, you slap his hand away.

“no touching,” you say with a serious face.

he almost cries. “evil…evil little girl,” fuck why wont you just let him have you, but he knows that you know he loves this. loves his pretty girlfriend being mean to him.

you take pity on him, you tell yourself, when you sit up on your knees, moving so that your pussy is hovering over his face. But really you know you cant wait anymore, you need to ride his handsome face.

“fuck yes…please baby, sit,” He groans under you.

you place yourself right on his mouth, his nose grazing your clit. He moans loudly into you, his hand going to rub himself so he doesnt loose his mind.

He rubs his face into you, licking and sucking on your cunt. You mewl and cry over him and he looks up at you, Smirking into your pussy.

You grab his hair then, grinding yourself down on him, riding his nose.

He babbles under you, probably filthy things. But his mouth is full, so all you hear is his muffled voice speaking into your soaked pussy.

He loves when you use him like this, and the way you look on top of him, fucking his face, its too much and not enough at the same time.

“fuck…use me princess,” He manages to get out in between eating you “cum on my face…”

You whine.

“fuck….” You shake and cry over him, cumming all over his drooling mouth. He keeps licking at you, trying to get every drop of cum. He groans, pulling away from you.

He looks so fucked out, his whole face is wet and his hair is messy, a dopey smile on his face.

You almost pass out, falling off him and onto the bed. He smiles and goes to lay on top of you, cradling your face in his hands.

“i need to change my boxers,” he says.

“of course you do,”

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IDK IF I LIKE THIS UM. anyways i hope u guys like it atleast >_<

i havent gotten to his intruduction in the manga yet i know nothing about this man except for that hes a lawyer and hes sexy