#a short one for today!

[samaraxmorgan]

Your roommate Sukuna can’t stop staring at your lips. It’s not his fault, he’s never seen you wear lipstick before and now all of a sudden you have this glossy red sheen drawing his eyes to you.

He caught you leaning towards the mirror, mouth open in a small oh as you slowly glided the red gloss over your plush lips, and he just about froze in his tracks. Your eyes lazily half lidded as you focused all your attention onto getting perfectly straight lines, completely zoned in and not even noticing him behind you watching your reflection in awe. And god help him when you smacked your lips together, tacky tinted gloss stringing your top and bottom lips together for hardly a second before snapping away.

And now you’re sitting across from him on the couch, nonchalantly picking at your nails while you tell him… what were you telling him about again? It’s hard to focus when the only thing on his mind is how pretty you look in red. You pucker your lips and push them up underneath your nose, and when you offhandedly mention your lipgloss smelling like cherries he fears he might just faint.

Does it taste like cherries too? Sukuna wants nothing more than to glide his tongue over your lips and find out. To feel your lips stick to his own when he presses them into you, leaving a tacky cherry residue for him to swipe his tongue over. For you to leave a sticky red tinted trail from his mouth to his tattooed jaw. To have that pretty gloss that you carefully perfected end up smudged on the corners of your mouth, swollen red lips wrapped around his-

“Sukuna! You’re not even listening are you?”

He blinks in surprise, his eyes shooting up to meet your narrowed ones, “Huh?”

“I’ll be at work so you’ll need to let the guys in to fix the water heater,” You lean forward and annunciate each syllable with a gentle smack to his chest, “Don’t! For-get! I’m so sick of taking cold showers.”

A cold shower seems to be exactly what Sukuna needs right now.

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[contact-guy]

THE BLUE CARBUNCLE, part one - almost all dialogue taken directly from the story, which I find to be so charmingly written! This takes place right after the events of Christmas Eve. If Holmes guessing presents makes you laugh, then let me also recommend you watch this 1991 SNL sketch (it IS gay)

(this is the Watson's Sketchbook series!)

OH EDITED TO ADD that I totally stole Sidney Paget's wonderful posing for the first panel, it's one of my favorite Holmes illustrations:

[starry-bi-sky]

this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au

Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.

By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.

Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.

Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.

It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.

Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.

He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.

Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.

It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.

Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.

He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.

The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.

They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.

"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"

When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.

By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.

[cinnamnt]

happy holidays

[corantus]

lesbian beauty & the beast 👑💔

[vaggieslefteye]

Appreciating Hazbin Hotel's Character Expressions ↳ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢꜱᴛᴀʀ in 1x05 - "Dad Beat Dad"

[bunnyreaper]

kinktober 8 - breeding

simon riley x reader

(18+/mdni, breeding kink ofc hehe, just a little thing today <3)

for a man that doesn't want kids, simon riley sure has a breeding kink. simon swears on his life he doesn't want kids. not now, maybe not ever, a stance you've never had a major issue with. but considering his firm line in the sand, he always tries to knock you up anyway.

the first time you fucked had been a whirlwind of post mission adrenaline and raging lust, and you hadn't even stopped to consider the consequences--neither had simon. he was pushing in his girthy cock and fucking you deep before you could even think to ask for a condom, and he fucked you so good you didn't stop to care when his cock kissed your cervix and painted your insides.

after that, he didn't even bother offering to wear a condom, after the contraception and disease talk. why lose out on cumming inside? he just had to stuff you full.

sometimes he'd fuck you until you're a babbling mess, cumming hard and deep inside and then continuing to fuck his cum back in you, not letting a single drop escape. on one lucky occasion, he even came again, cock covered in his own essence as he filled you to the brim with his sticky cum.

his desires had escaped him mid session once, lost in your silky depths as he started to babble about how he needed to breed tha' pretty lil cunt and how he wasn't letting you go until he made you leak him down your fuckin' thighs.

and then it became an obsession, despite the low risk and the lack of desire, he seemed almost determined to fuck a baby into you--like he was testing your birth control, filling you up whenever he could. keeping track of your cycle so he could remind you, balls deep in mating press and eyes glued to yours, that it was your most fertile part of your cycle and that your body was just begging for his cum.

sometimes he'd even lose it just a little, chastising you for anything anything that might affect your fertility, anything that could ruin your chances of bearing his child. for a man that doesn't want kids, simon riley took breeding you very seriously.

[bennysblabbering]

Kinktober: "Tattoos" || Trafalgar Law

I think Law would really like when you take time to appreciate the art on his body. Every now and then when you're laying in bed together you'll trace your tongue along the center of his chest, around the edge of the heart and down to the point on his abs. Then he'd turn over, humming at the pleasant sensation of your tongue repeating the motions along the inked skin on his back. Of course you'd give just as much love to the ones on his shoulders and forearms, before moving down and placing a sweet kiss to the tops of his hands. With the small little letters on his fingers he'd think you'd gloss over those, neglecting them entirely but his eyes narrow playfully as he realizes you're taking each finger in your mouth, sucking them one at a time, giving each one of them your attention as well.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

the way u tuck charles hair behind his ear like a dainty elf princess whenever u draw him sends me every time, i know erik would agree 🙏🏻

i fear im adopting 'dainty elf princess' into my vocabulary here on out thank you for this wonderful gift anon

might you accept my small gift in turn ... i was inspired ...

[hotluncheddie]

for the @steddie-spooktober day 7 prompt : skeleton

rated: T | cw: none | tags: Steve Harrington has bad parents, Eddie Munson is a sweetheart, established relationship

🫂🫂🫂🫂

‘You wanna talk about it?’ Eddie asks.

Steve hums noncommittally. They’re smushed together in Eddie’s bed, sharing warmth under the too thin duvet and Steve wouldn’t wish to be anywhere else in the world.

‘About what’s got you so down? C’mon Stevie, share the skeletons in your closet.’ Eddie says, letting his fingers trace over Steve’s cheekbone and tug on a strand of hair lightly.

Steve scratched his nose, tries to untangle his chest. ‘It was uh, when I got home after that first time. After Nance and Jon and me, we, you know. And at the hospital. After that. My uh, my parents were home and it was fall and raining and basically just like the weather today.’ Steve starts, rambling. Uncomfortable.

‘Okay.’ Eddie says slowly and softly, like he doesn’t quite get why his parents being home would be so bad. But maybe he kinda does. Maybe it’s written all over Steve’s form, his being, actually.

‘I was uh, kinda beat up and like, freaking out again and they just.’ His voice cracks. ‘They just told me to go to bed. Like, it. They just.’ Steve’s words trickle away from him, flooded by the tears welling in his eyes.

Eddie holds him tighter, scoots closer. Their bodies intertwined.

‘They don’t. They’d never. When I cried they’d just tell me to stop I. I can’t remember. Can’t remember them ever doing anything but telling me to stop.’ He manages, voice and cheeks wet. His fingers picking at the sheets.

‘Oh baby.’ Eddie soothes, stroking Steve hair.

Steve crumbles, face smushing into Eddie’s shoulder, crying big snotty tears into his T-shirt.

Eddie holds him. Eddie holds him until he’s finished.

Never once tells him to stop.

🫂🫂🫂🫂

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[takatul]

Twisted Wonderland self-aware!Yuu except they’re empathic.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I don’t mean a scenario where Yuu transmigrated into Twisted Wonderland with memories intact.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I mean someone who knows themselves better than anyone else.

They know they have flaws. They know that, sometimes, their flaws will get in the way. Whether it’s shutting down emotionally, not being able to express themselves properly, or something to do with a physical ability. Their flaws will always follow them around. Even in Twisted Wonderland.

And yet, self-aware!Yuu is still kind. Still loving all of their strengths and flaws.

Ace needing a place to stay after Riddle off’d-his-head? “Yes, of course you can sleepover.”

Deuce breaking down after letting his delinquent side out? “No, you’re not a bad guy— you just protected me and Grim from those bullies!”

Riddle having a crisis after his overblot? “I don’t accept your apology. Not yet at least. But I can understand why acted this way… you’re allowed to feel angry about your past. You didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

No matter how wrong the opponent is, self-aware!Yuu always empathizes with them in the end.

Maybe one day, someone confronts them about it. I can see Leona or Azul or Rollo and maybe Jamil. They’re people who have experienced and or seen how terrible people can be.

“Why are you so nice all the time? You’re too thought. Too kind. Good people like you always end up last.”

Perhaps self-aware!Yuu will look at them with a stoic face. Perhaps a shocked expression, accompanied by a frantic gasp. Perhaps even small laugh at their question. And just as the confronting student was about to retort again, self-aware!Yuu will smile.

“Well, I’m not a good person. I just do what I think is right.”

Self-aware!Yuu will sit down, watching activities unfold around them— heart still bursting full of kindness. They’ll pat the empty space beside them. An invitation, but it’s up to the student to take the initiative.

“It’s everyone’s first time living after all. May as well make it kind.”

Soon enough, if the student plucks their courage, they’ll sit and slowly learn how to become self-aware too.

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[dropoutsource]

[nachocheezos21]

i was rambling to a friend about my hear me out on sebastian to the point where i had to explain to them about his backstory, and that got me thinking..

why was he z-13?

13 is known everywhere as the unluckiest number; regardless of where you lived or what you believed in. and urbanshade might have a numbering system on how they classify their z-entities, but it also shouldn’t be a coincidence, right?

did they give him the number 13 because of how, while successful, unlucky his transformation had made him — only for months down the line to discover that he was, in fact, not guilty of his crimes? or were they the unlucky ones as they would never expect on what was to come in the future?

[rafeandonlyrafe]

grilled cheese

words: 300

warnings: pregnancy

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you sigh as you look in the fridge, hoping you would find some leftovers that would spark your interest, but there is nothing that looks appetizing. 

you’re lucky that you haven’t had very many weird pregnancy cravings, no pickles, tuna or spicy foods. if anything, you’ve grown pickier since your stomach swelled up with your boyfriends baby.

you grab the sliced cheese out of the fridge, deciding that a grilled cheese sounds good enough to at least get down. you get the bread out of the cabinet next, placing a pan on the stovetop to heat up as you gather up what else you need for your meal.

“what are you doing?” rafes voice suddenly calls out, making you jump.

“oh my god, babe, you scared the fuck out of me.” you press your hand over your chest, feeling your rapid heartbeat.

“shit, sorry.” rafe says, moving around the island and pulling you into his arms, pressing kisses to your face before ducking down to kiss your belly too. you were six months pregnant, but since this was your first, you aren’t showing that much. “what are you doing though baby?” “just going to make some grilled cheese.” you shrug. 

“well, don’t.” rafe says, placing his hands on your shoulders and guiding you towards the island stools, gently shoving you down to sit. 

“don’t make lunch?” you question.

“you can warm stuff up in the microwave, i suppose, but no, you cannot make lunch on the stove or oven. i can do that for you.” rafe says, moving over towards the stove as he begins to make the sandwich for you.

“rafe, i am pregnant.” you say, and he just turns to give you a deadpan look.

“exactly. you are my pregnant girlfriend, you don’t need to cook for yourself, or clean, or anything. that’s what i’m here for baby.”

you let out a sigh, but really you can’t complain about rafe doing things for you, especially when you have felt pretty lethargic and tired since becoming pregnant.

[rocketbirdie]

this city, man...

[azlumire]

"yeah? somethin' wrong?"

you sigh with relief as you hear ryomen sukuna's comforting—but slightly annoyed—voice on the other end of your call. gripping your phone tighter, you stare down at the screen, wishing to see his face, not just hear his voice. "can you get me out of here?"

a few seconds ticked by and you stare at the bathroom stall door. you arrived here, about... thirty minutes ago? for a job interview at a high-profile company. "is the interview over already?"

you nod, then scowl realising he can't see it. "yeah."

sukuna sighed, a few incomprehensible curses sounding from your phone. "yeah. sure. I'll be there in 10." he muttered, sounding resigned. you grin, staring down at the device in your hand, relishing in the butterflies that curled up your stomach.

"you're the best, ryo. also can you get me some cheeto-" the call ended as soon as that last sentence fell from your lips.

you huff, mumbling a soft "rude," as you stand up.

then you decide to wait in the bathroom because you did not want to face the stares of the employees passing by. sure enough, about nine minutes later, your phone dings with four messages, all from sukuna.

i got ur fuckin cheetos brat im at the front hurry up its raining u r lucky i love u btw why r u so slow im missing my movie read 1:08