#UGH i love harmonies

[legiterallylunar]

we NEED to discuss the harmonies in falsettos cos wtf

[pinkmirth]

in my mind, rockstar/guitarist!eren looks just like young nuno bettencourt:

[kitty-meowskers]

oh my god.... oh my god..... his trailerrrrrr

[kites-life-insurance-fics]

I need kirumi to read me a bedtime story

[lunabug2004]

So what if I just turn on "Rains in Heaven" by NCT Dream and sob uncontrollably? Seems like a perfectly normal thing to me. No unhealthy amount of love for the group and all the members, nooooooo.

RENJUN IS SO UNREAL LIKE AS SOON AS I SAW HIM I TEARED UP WTHHHHHHH AND HAECHAN'S VOCALS TOOK ME OUTTTT (what's new?) SOMEONE NEEDS TO SEDATE ME RN FRFR

[citrinesparkles]

god i am so grateful for music and a good speaker.

[akkivee]

Hello Vee!! The whole Jyushi's hidden eye discourse is very interesting, but I was thinking... What if he has heterochromia, but he's NOT related to Rei or BB? Between that and Hitoya's mole under his eye, I wonder if these are just subtle details made to create a parallelism between them and Ichiro (like in a Rosho-Samatoki way). As if Kuko, after losing Ichiro, had found a new family with people that somehow remind him of his best friend while being totally different from him.

NOW YOURE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE LMAO

i agree!!!!! it’s like!!! jyushi’s general appearance, hitoya’s lone wolf tendencies parallel ichiro!!! and tho kr is a liiiiittle slow to fully show it, kuukou’s role in nb was keeping ichiro’s heart from fully sinking into despair while ichiro did what he had to do. and that’s directly paralleled to the way he handled jyushi and hitoya’s problems in ‘harmonious cooperation’!!!!!! it’s that kinda thing y’know??? 😭😭😭

[melancholymirth]

👀 + "I think about fucking you a lot. I know, that's the least romantic thing I could say, but, y'know... I'm still me, so you'll let it slide this once, right? I'll even whisper it in your year, every filthy thing I wanna do to you, while I drag my fingers along every curve of your body and my lips behind them, nip and nibble where I please until you're quivering and oh so tired of it. I wanna make you mad, make you lash out, make you demand and demand and demand that I drop to my knees and worship you properly, as you deserve to be, grab a fistful of my hair and sigh my name the very second I take you into my mouth. I wanna slide my hands around your hips and keep you anchored in place as I tease you, lick and suckle on you; I want you to moan and cry out my name, I want to swallow you-- And again I want to visit you in your dreams, all awash in ashen skin, another me to join the fray. Dig my fingers in, spread you open, and eat, ease my fingers in one by one...slow, gentle, torturously sweet - you'll need to be ready, swee'heart, to take two of me. Oh, to be inside you, so much of me inside you-- So full o' me and only me, over and over and over again till ya can't breathe and your mind is elsewhere, so tired, so blissful... I want to make you cum. Is that so wrong? I wish I had more poetry for you, but you'll settle for the love in my lust, won't you? You'll still moan my name when I press into that sensitive little spot inside you, right? Don't lie, baby, I'll knoow~"

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It took seven words for V's heart to seize, his pupils to dilate and his modesty to make him turn rosy at the start of Garrett's soliloquy. And it didn't take long at all for it to get worse, a confession of indecent thoughts and desires and needs spilling over and catching V like high tide, with every intention of pulling him into the surf where Garrett would make those thoughts, desires and needs come to fruition. Indeed, the man had pulled him in, only it was his arms that gathered round him and his mouth that whispered deeply, softly, hotly in his ear. Fingers danced along his spine, feather-light touches intentional in their teasing. He was fully dressed, but Garrett touched him like he wasn't. It startled him, at least some of it did: He wants me mad? Lashing out?!

Spindly hands grabbed at Garrett's shoulders when V realized the wish to make him quiver right then and standing there wasn't only a wish. Was he going to make V make him drop to his knees right now?

Oh, but it was too easy to visualize every touch, every action, and the sensations that spawned from them. It was enough to make the warlock just a little foggy in the brain, thinking about those fingers and that mouth, invasive but soft, warm, squirming and wriggling and pressing and squelching—

V had to bring his head down, perhaps just a little overwhelmed by the images assaulting his mind. The incubus in his dreams, two of them, their hands all over and he in the middle, sweating it out and losing his mind between them; trembling limbs and shaky whimpers, tears pricking his eyes, defeated moans spilling over his wet lips—the idea of fullness, of so much Garrett that it robs him of breath and sense and, maybe, even the will to live. He never did think he was strong enough for a demon, but his mate faithfully made certain he survived when the waves descended and he, bruised and breathless, emerged from the foam drenched, but fulfilled and renewed. Beneath longer lashes, his cheeks were warm.

Over and over and over.

Till he couldn't breathe, hm?

V felt his grip tighten, he felt himself clench from nothing more than the idea of that sensitive little spot— But he tried to ignore the electricity Garrett was making him contend with now, through nothing more than a whispering of obscenities with an expert tongue, hushed tones, warm breath, and explorative touches that went farther than his back. V liked to think he was stronger than the way he felt now, and he tried to be. He was. He was? "Y-you think about this...often?" It didn't surprise him, it shouldn't, to hear all of this from Garrett, to be reminded that he was so physical; he freely admitted to being lustful, and he was shameless, shameless, oh-so shameless about the whole thing. And he knew what it did to V. He knew exactly what it did to him. He nestled his face along Garrett's neck, hiding the way an ostrich digs its head in the sand. "...Of course you do."

Oh, Garrett needn't be romantic at all. It was enough that he admitted this much; none of it new, but thoughts given voice all the same. It took a brand of courage to do that, and V admired (was even amazed by) Garrett for having it in spades. He could never say such things! Wondering how he could reciprocate— Oh, it made him flush with embarrassment just from mentally putting together the words! He could never say such things, but he supposed his gooseflesh and present malleability spoke plenty for him. Honestly, nothing he'd heard put him off, disappointed or disgusted him. Quite the absolute contrary: in his husband's arms, at the mercy of his ravenous attentions, being touched and teased and prodded and squeezed, he thought he'd allow himself to buckle, have that demon follow through, right from the beginning. Or, maybe, to have himself lulled to sleep so the dream Garrett promised could take form and take hold.

So full of you and only you... But what could be more romantic? V turned his head to peck Garrett's neck, a subtle but clear welcome. An invitation, too.

Let it slide? Darling, V could only stand to hear more.

[cowlovely]

like. just listen to these clips and tell me the second version isn’t better. the way she suspends the “kind makes you wonder how it feels…” ??? i’m gone

[qazastra]

DESIGNER SWEETIE I AM SO SORRY THAT THEY DIDNT PERFORM YOU AT THE CONCERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at least shes getting some of what she deserves (the streams)

[pinkmirth]

thinkin’ about the fact that reiner probably had younger siblings (from his father’s side) but never got to meet them… he’d be the best big brother ugh

[nina-ya]

Zoro , Shanks and Kidd gives the meanest back shot

Nonnie you are speaking facts ugh I need a foursome with all of them I think that would heal me

Zoro's back shots are raw and primal. His grip on your hips would be ironclad, the fingers digging into you and leaving you bruises as he drives into you. His abs would flex as he pistons into you, and you could just feel every inch of him. The sounds that you guys produce are nothing short of lewd. Skin slapping against skin, your moans and his guttural grunts, your slick coating his cock, all work together in harmony to fill the room. He would lean over you, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress as he whispers dirty promises into your ear. Zoro takes you like he has something to prove, and by the end, you are left breathless and thoroughly claimed.

Shanks' back shots seem to have a sense of playfulness. He would start off slow, teasing you with shallow thrusts, barely going any further past the tip. His hand would trade down your back and find its way to your ass, grabbing and kneading the flesh. He would relish in the way you get so impatient, rocking your hips back into him and whining for more. And he does give you what you want. He would sheathe himself to the hilt and set a powerful pace, each thrust making you see stars. He wouldn't hold back with the praise, constantly telling you just how well you're taking him and how good you feel around him. Each stroke hits deep and hard, his kips slamming against your ass in a way that leaves you trembling. Shanks would take his time, ensuring that by the time he's finished, you are a quivering mess aching for more.

Kid's back shots are nothing short of feral. He would handle you roughly, hands gripping tightly as he bounces you on his cock with reckless abandon. There's a ferocity in his demeanor that translates into each and every brutal thrust. He loves watching the way your body responds to his relentless assault on you. Your back arching and hips bucking against him. Kid's stamina is unmatched, each time he takes you hard and fast, pushing you beyond your limits. By the end, you are left an incoherent, babbling mess and you are eager to experience it again and again.

[emmyrosee]

sleepy sundays with samu!! staying in bed until 1pm just cuddling and making out <333 he looks so good in the morning light, his eyes are so hazy but there’s so much love there and he thumbs over your hip bone and chuckles lowly when you tangle your legs with his and HIS MORNING VOICE UGH it makes u blush when he gruffly murmurs “baby stay in bed a little longer” i love him

NO I HATE YOU BC WHY ISNT THIS MY LIFE?

He’s so warm in the mornings that you wake up encased in his arms and torso and under the sunlight, it rouses you from sleep, but it makes you wake with a smile on your face and love in your heart.

Osamu’s face is carved under the creeping light, face twitching every few moments as if sensing your gaze, but he breathes in and out every few seconds, still deep in sleep happily. His hair is sprawled out against the pillow- he’s been saying for days how he needs to get it trimmed, but you’re secretly thrilled that he hasn’t yet.

He looks so peaceful.

Good thing you’re here to ruin that. 

With a smile, you slowly creep down his body, kissing the muscles of his pecs before moving down to kiss his stomach, relishing in the way the muscles tighten under your affection. He giggles softly as you pepper them rapidly, hips twisting to the side to get away from the sensation.

The blanket covering your head gets lifted, “good morning to ya, too,” he gruffs, eyes bleary with sleep and muscles of his face not quite moving with his words yet. His voice is but a low rumble, ones you feel slip through the thickness of the air, and you’re barely able to process as actual words if you didnt know him better.

You smile and sink your teeth into the meat just left of his bellybutton, making him let out a string of giggly whines before your scale back up his body with more kisses to make up for it. “You’re always so sensitive in the mornings, Samu.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. There’s supposed to be more words, you can feel it in his voice, but his eyes slowly start to close again before he can get them out. You click your tongue in adoration before cupping his cheek in your warm hand.

He happily nuzzles into it, smacking his lips sleepily. You shake your head, “baby, we’ve got to get up. We overslept.”

“No such thing,” he murmurs.

“Yes, such thing; it’s one in the afternoon.” You lean down to kiss his lips, which he forces his tired muscles to reciprocate. “We have to face the day at some point.”

“Can’t we face the day tomorrow?” He says, flipping onto his back. “Shop’s closed today, may as well enjoy it. Jus’ stay in bed with me, baby.”

And you want to argue back. Honest!

But the warmth of his embrace is calling you back, the way his breath still is desperate to even out has your heart squeezing from the precious sight, and you sigh before slipping back under the covers, rolling your eyes at the way he smirks at himself and curls his arms around you. “Don’t give me that smirk.”

“Oh I’m smirkin’.”

You lean towards him to kiss the smirk straight from his lips, him humming happily at the attention. A peck turns into a kiss, one that’s full of sleepy passion but so much love, you feel yourself becoming weak under him.

The arm he was laying on slips under your neck for your head to rest against, gently curling his hand against the back of your neck, cradling you preciously as you lazily kiss your man.

Your leg hooks over his waist, his hand immediately finding its home on the back of your thigh to hold you closer. You mewl at the warmth of his palm, closing the space between you both with a guiding heel into his tailbone urging him to come closer. When he does, your free leg slinks between his two, and he smirks against your lips as you do.

“And you wanted to get out of bed,” he chuckles. You laugh too, only to shut him up and make him kiss you more.

You could lay here for hours making out with him, the shuffling of cradling hands and pants of joy being the only noise to fill the room, your heads moving in harmony to make you both mewl happily against each other. You could easily slip your hands up his neck to grip your hair in your hands, making him whine euphorically, or slip them lower to settle against his hip, occasionally squeezing there to make him giggle breathlessly into the kiss and squirm just subtly.

And you just might.

[reddesires]

Sex with Logan Headcanons

Logan Howlett x Reader

A/N: Hehe I wanted to put my Itty bitty input of how sex with Logan would be like, I headcanon ts outta of this.

18+ MDNI!

▪︎ You can guarantee this man will MANHANDLE tf outta you, all that stress and anger WILL be used as an outlet to fuck you, you can count on that.

▪︎MARKS, MARKS, MARKS!! He's big on making sure that your skin is littered with the aftermath of your steamy lovemaking. Your neck and thighs displaying his hickeys, you ass tingling with the marks that his rough hands slapped on to it, and you shoulder baring his bite marks (i also headcanon that he has sharp canines 🤭) And he's incredibly smug and proud no matter who sees it.

▪︎ He's VOCAL in bed, a master at dirty talking (he quite literally talks you through it), and he wants you to be vocal too, he doesnt care who hears. He isn't afraid to show that he's enjoying your body, the groan, and growls harmonious in your ears (AHHH, IM BITING AT MY BARS BARKBARK)

▪︎ CERTIFIED MUNCHER!! bro acts like he's starving just from how he be going at it, he's down to eat it anytime honestly and he fr a menace with how bad he be fiending for your pussy.

▪︎ Animalistic. Do I really need to say more? (I will if asked LOL)

▪︎ He can be gentle if you ask him. He'll put more energy into making it more sensual and passionate. Body worshipping to the MAX "God, you're so beautiful, princess" + "Come on, let me hear those pretty moans, baby." (Sedate me pls.)

▪︎ Stamina is outta of this world, and it definitely surpasses a normal human's. He can go multiple rounds and he'll make it his goal to make you cum each and every time, he loves seeing you whine squirm under him, it's a pretty sight and turns him on immensely.

▪︎ More of a giver than a receiver, it feeds his ego when he sees how you crumble under his touch and he truly thinks you are the most beautiful being especially when you are clutching his bedsheets and your face turns with pleasure as he makes you cum.

▪︎ HIS CLAWS UNSHEATH WHEN HE'S CLOSE!! It's like it's so overstimulating for him when hes about to cum that it just automatically happens without him even meaning to, but he's always careful not to accidentally nick or stab you (it's his worst fear to hurt you mistakenly).

▪︎ Breeding Kink. This mf is freaky and he's not afraid to show it, he'll let you know that he wants to fill you with his cum. It's on his mind non-stop, and it drives him crazy when you beg him for it. What little self-restraint he has is thrown to the side as he goes all in to finally give in. (I STAND BY THIS.)

I'M GONNA STOP NOW (even tho I could actually keep going NO I MUST REFRAIN). Ugh, Logan is my dream man, istg, I'm obsessed.

I have reposted too much content with him. I think others are concerned, LOL. im totally normal about this man 🤞

OKAYBYE!

[xxspringmelodyxx]

Happy Anniversary~

Gojo Satoru x Reader (angst)

Currently sobbing, crying, and throwing up while writing this

“Toru, stop it!” I giggled, feeling his kisses cascade along my neck while his arms ensnared me, refusing to let me escape.

“But… I… love… you… so… much!” His words punctuated by the soft press of his lips, his embrace tightening around me.

“And I love you more, but we’re out in public. People are staring,” I chided, though the sensation of his cool, tender kisses was undeniably intoxicating.

“Who cares, let them see. Everyone will know that you’re mine~” His declaration sent a flutter through my heart, prompting me to pull back slightly, needing to gaze into his eyes. I gently cupped his face in my hand, tracing the lines of his features with reverence.

He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes as he watched me with affection. “You know, if you like looking at me that much, I could take a picture for you and sign it even,” he teased, earning an eye roll from me.

“Oh, shut up, you. It’s not my fault you’re the epitome of gorgeousness,” I retorted, unable to hide the fondness in my voice.

“Look who’s talking~” His response was playful as he drew me closer, capturing my lips in a tender kiss.

I closed my eyes, letting him draw me into him. As our kiss deepened, warmth spread through my body, the world around us fading into insignificance. Eventually we needed to pull away to catch our breaths, but that was short lived as Toru pulled me back in for another, not wanting to waste anymore time.

I giggled into the kiss, trying to break away to tease him. I succeeded, but only for a split second. The instant I pulled away, he gently grabbed me by the neck and whispered, “Not yet. I’m not done~”, and pulled me back in.

With each kiss, our connection felt more profound, as if our souls were entwining in perfect harmony. It was a moment suspended in time, where nothing else mattered except the love we shared.

Lost in the bliss of our embrace, we seemed oblivious to the world around us. But reality intruded in the form of a gentle breeze, carrying with it the murmurs of passersby and the distant sounds of traffic.

Reluctantly, we pulled apart, our gazes lingering as if trying to prolong the fleeting moment. Toru’s hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine as we began to walk, the city bustling around us.

“So, where to next, my love?” he asked, his tone playful yet tender.

I smiled, the warmth of his affection enveloping me like a comforting embrace. “Anywhere, as long as I’m with you,” I replied, leaning into his side as we continued our journey together.

”Oh baby, there’s nothing that could ever tear me apart from you. I’m with you until the end of eternity,” he spoke, his voice filled with unwavering devotion, making my heart swell with love and hope.

With tears of joy brimming in my eyes, I smiled at him, feeling the warmth of his words wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.

”I love you, my ’Toru~” I whispered softly, the words a balm to my wounded soul.

“And I love you, my N/n~” His response was tender, filled with a depth of emotion that echoed in my heart.

But our moment of bliss was shattered by a sudden, loud noise that pierced through the tranquility like a knife.

“Ugh, what is that noise?” I groaned, instinctively turning to Toru for comfort. But instead of finding solace in his arms, I was met with a heartbreaking sight – his smile, tinged with sadness, tears glistening in his eyes.

“Toru? What’s wrong?” My voice trembled with fear, a cold knot of dread forming in the pit of my stomach.

“It’s time to wake up, my love~” His voice was gentle, but there was a finality to it that sent a chill down my spine.

“What… what are you talking-”

And then darkness consumed me, swallowing me whole as I plummeted into the abyss of consciousness.

———

“About,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of the world around me. My smile that was previously plastered on my face quickly turned into a frown as realization washed over me, shattering my heart into a million irreparable pieces.

It was just a dream. A cruel illusion that teased me with a happiness I could never truly have. A sharp pang of sorrow struck me as I sat up, looking over to the side of the bed where he used to sleep. The place where he used to hold me close. The place where we would talk endlessly about any and everything just to delay going to sleep.

Toru was no longer here, his presence nothing more than a fading memory lingering on the edges of my mind.

I looked over to see my phone alarm going off. I quickly picked it up, turning the alarm off. Before I could put it back on the nightstand, I saw today's date and realized today was…our 5th year anniversary.

A wave of grief washed over me as I stared at the date, the weight of his absence pressing down on my chest like a leaden weight. The world around seemed to blur as memories of us together began to play in my head. The way he held me, the way he spoke to me, the way he looked at me, touched me, kissed me… everything. It all kept replaying in my head like a broken record. And each one… a painful reminder of what I had lost.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I clutched the phone to my chest, wishing that I could go back in time and stop him. If only I had held onto him tighter, told him how much he meant to me, begged him not to leave to go fight Sukuna. But time was cruel, unforgiving, and now he was gone, leaving behind nothing but memories and regrets.

I closed my eyes, willing the tears to stop, but they kept coming, a relentless torrent of sorrow that threatened to consume me whole. How could I go on without him? How could I face a world that no longer held his laughter, his warmth, his love?

I pulled the phone away from me, looking at my home screen, seeing the picture of us together. We looked so happy... he looked so happy.

A pang of longing shot through my chest as I stared at the frozen moment of happiness captured in the photo. How I wished I could turn back time, relive those precious moments with him once more.

But reality was unforgiving, and no amount of longing could bring him back. With a heavy heart, I set the phone aside and rose from the bed, a solemn determination settling over me.

I made my way to the door, slipping on a coat to ward off the chill of the morning air. The journey to the cemetery felt like an eternity, each step weighed down by the burden of grief.

———

Finally, I stood before his gravestone, the sight of his name etched in stone sending a shiver down my spine. The world seemed to fall away as I knelt beside his final resting place, the silence broken only by the sound of my ragged breaths.

"I'm here, Toru," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't forget. I could never forget."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I placed a bouquet of fresh flowers on the cold, hard ground, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the somber surroundings. I knelt down, the tears threatening to fall any second now.

"I miss you," I murmured, my voice choked with emotion. "Every day, every moment. I miss you."

I reached out, tracing the letters of his name with trembling fingers, as if trying to etch them into my memory forever. The pain of his absence threatened to overwhelm me, but I refused to let it consume me.

As I knelt there, the weight of his absence bearing down on me, a profound sadness washed over me. How could someone like him be subjected to such cruelty and pain? Even when he was first born…he was already a target.

“I’m sorry, Toru,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. “I’m sorry for everything you had to endure, for the life you were forced to live.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I thought of all the moments he had missed, all the joys and sorrows he had been denied. He never got to experience the simple pleasures of life, the freedom to choose his own path, to love and be loved without fear or reservation. Simply just because of who he was and this cruel world we live in.

But despite it all, he had remained strong, his spirit unbroken even in the face of unimaginable hardship. And through it all, he had found solace in my love, in the simple act of being seen and cherished for who he truly was.

"I wish I could have given you more," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I could have shielded you from the pain, shown you the beauty of the world beyond the darkness."

Tears continued to fall unabated as I spoke, each word heavy with the weight of my regret. How I longed to turn back time, to rewrite the script of his life, to spare him from the agony he had endured.

But even as I grappled with my own guilt and sorrow, I knew deep down that Toru had found a kind of peace in my love. In those fleeting moments we shared, he had known what it meant to be truly seen, truly loved, and for that, I would be eternally grateful.

And as I knelt there beside his grave, the quiet stillness of the cemetery enveloping me like a comforting embrace, I made a silent vow to honor his memory in the best way I could – by living my life with the same compassion and kindness that he had shown me.

"I will never forget you, Toru," I whispered into the silence, the words a solemn promise echoing in the air. "I will carry you with me always, in my heart and in my soul."

I leaned over and gave his gravestone a kiss, a powerful pang in my chest appearing.

With one last lingering glance at his gravestone, I rose to my feet, a sense of peace settling over me like a gentle breeze. And as I turned to leave, I knew that even in death, his love would be my guiding light, illuminating the path ahead as I walked forward into the unknown.

With a heavy heart, I whispered the words that had become my mantra, my lifeline in the darkness:

"I love you, Toru. And I always will. Happy Anniversary, my love"

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