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[toadtoru]

hmm, i’m thinking about swimmer! satoru going to the olympics. >:D

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swimmer! satoru who is super excited to go to paris for the olympics. he’s always locked up at the swimming pool and gym in japan, doing laps and training with suguru.

swimmer! satoru who is obviously there to win, but does he really need to take it that seriously? he’s the best in his field, no one even comes close to his time. so can it hurt if he has a little fun while he’s there?

swimmer! satoru who plans on trying out as many athletes as possible. he’s in the best shape of his life and it’s not often he gets to let loose like this! he even has an unofficial bet with suguru (who pretends to be above it, but still can’t help it if he indulges slightly) about who can get with the most athletes.

swimmer! satoru who’s done for as soon as you end up in his bed. a pretty, little rising star in the athlete world. who knew you were so soft and tight, your warm walls practically milking his cock.

swimmer! satoru who doesn’t want to fuck any other athletes now. he always ends up by your door at the end of the night, knocking till you open, before immediately kissing you and closing the door behind him with his foot.

swimmer! satoru who whines into your neck, telling you how good you are, how he’s never felt anything like your soft body. who has to bite down his lip, his brows furrowed as he sinks into you, desperately trying not to cum immediately.

swimmer! satoru who not only wins competition after competition but also wins the public's hearts. every article is about him, there are countless edits and pictures with thousands of likes.

swimmer! satoru who only has eyes for you. immediately going to find you and excitedly announcing that he’s won again. (you already knew, you watched the competition on your phone.) before claiming that he deserves an award and shoving you into the nearest changing room to bury his face between your legs.

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[mammonsrockstargf]

“Whatcha doing?”

“I’m hiding,”

...

“Can I join?”

It looks comical, the way Mammon tries to fit inside your closet as well. There’s barely room for him, but somehow he manages to squeeze his long limbs into the small space. Once he’s sat, he turns his head slightly to look at you.

“Who are we hiding from?”

His blue eyes practically light up the place, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Tentatively you inch a little closer and he opens his legs so you can slot between them, your back against his chest. You lean into the embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you. You can feel the beating of his heart next to your ear.

“I don’t know,” you mutter. You watch the wall of the closet, eyes trailing the curves and patterns of the wood. “Everyone,” you say.

Mammon hums. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair. You grab a hand from your waist, deciding to play with his fingers instead. In difference from his usual white, they’re painted the colour of your eyes. Yours matches with a mix of blue and yellow. All stolen from Asmo of course.

(He let you steal them. Mammon was not very discreet. You had to make up for it with a spa day the next weekend.)

Slowly you interwine your fingers with Mammon’s, leaning back to rest your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

“Were ya hiding from me too?”

...

“No, I would never hide from you.”

[simplykorra]

I stare at her perfect normality until I wake up and realize that I'm still the freak I've been my whole life. One thing I've learned since then. Life has a really fucked up way of making your dreams come true. - Ava Silva

[mournfulroses]

Federico García Lorca, from "3 Tragedies; Blood Wedding, Yerma, Bernarda Alta,"

[garadinervi]

Alba Savoi, Segno/campo – Variazione n. 1, 1987 [gramma_epsilon, Athens. © Alba Savoi]

[naometry]

It's once again WIP Wednesday!

Today I bring you: Somewhere I Belong, an AU created by @mafuwara and me where Akira is a witch and Goro is his cat familiar!

Make sure to check Alba's incredible piece for this AU here!

[words-put-together]

thinking about Ava saying she doesn’t know what she likes to wear because she never got to pick her own clothes so when Ava and Beatrice got to the alps they had to get clothes and stuff which probably made Ava really anxious so I just imagine Beatrice letting her try new stuff often so like at first they buy a couple of fits for Ava but go to the store like thrice a week to slowly get her to build a style she’s comfortable with

[and bea probably hates shopping for clothes, but seeing the little sparkle in Ava’s eyes when she wears something she genuinely likes and her cute little twirls when she’s showing them to her are worth it]

[update: I did it]

[depressopax]

Dating Nairobi would include...

Pairing: Nairobi x gn!reader (La casa de papel/money heist) Genre: Smut, fluff, headcanons Warning(s): NSFW content below

SFW

It was love at first sight. 

She saw you, and instantly fell in love.

…And it didn’t take long until you fell for her, too.

She knew she liked you, and wanted to be quick and make your hers, before someone else got the chance

She is a “criminal” after all. 

She loves you dearly and she hates the thought of you getting involved in dangerous situations.

At first, she would try to hide her criminal past for you, scared that you might judge her or leave her.

Nairobi is a very honest person. So after some time, she felt the urge to tell you everything.

She has trust issues, so if she decides to tell you about her past… She really loves and trusts you.

She hates keeping secrets from someone she loves. 

After telling you, you’d have to reassure her that it’s ok and that you still love her. 

She would also tell you about Axel, and how she lost her son

Nairobi’s dream is to go to the Canary Islands and find her son, and then start over in another country, just the three of you.

She wants a calm and normal life together with you.

She definitely wants a big happy family, and wants to have kids with you.

Doesn’t matter if you have a kid or adopt one, she just wants kids together with the person she loves.

SO overprotective.

Nairobi would keep you out of trouble. Her first priority is keeping you safe.

If someone messes with you? Oh boy…

Nairobi can be scary when she’s mad.

She’s not afraid to get into fights to defend her partner.

LOVES PDA. 

She wants to show the whole work you’re hers. 

In public, she would grab you by the waist and pull you close, have her arm around your shoulders etc…

Of course she’d respect it if you didn’t like PDA, but she loves seeing you flustered and would kiss you when people are watching just to see you flustered.

Her love language is touch. 

She just can’t keep her hands off you.

When cuddling/sleeping, she likes to be the big spoon. She wants to be able to hold you and protect you, even when sleeping. Feeling your warm body pressed against hers. It’s comforting for her. 

Nairobi loves sharing clothes with you.

Once you’re together with her, you practically share a closet. She loves wearing your clothes (and she makes it look stylish, even if it is the most basic shirt ever). Seeing you in her clothes is her favourite thing. She thinks you’re so damn adorable!

She would brag about you to everyone, and is not afraid to show affection. 

She would legit treat you like a royal. <3

Not scared to express her love for you. (Like she told Palermo: “You need courage to love”)

When Nairobi falls in love, she falls hard. 

There’s just something special about you that makes you irresistible. 

NSFW

She’s a top. Y’all can’t change my mind.

The thought of her lover being submissive is a turn on.

She’s a tease… 

Nairobi loves driving you crazy using her hands, in simple ways…

For example: Kneading your thighs and avoiding sensitive areas until you beg her to continue and touch other spots… 

She is experimental and open to trying new things, especially if you suggest it. As long as it’s nothing “too crazy” or dangerous. 

She’s a top, so she prefers positions where you are under her, and where she can see your face and all your reactions.

If you’re dominant too, she’d let you top her sometimes.. But she would make sure you don’t forget she’s the one in charge ;)

Neck kisses <3 

After love-making, you will be covered in hickeys, especially on your neck. 

She would enjoy watching you try to cover up the hickeys before leaving the house

And definitely would make you wear a t-shirt or tank top that exposes your neck. She wants everyone to know you’re taken.

In bed, she’s either really slow and loving, or rough and passionate. 

Overstimulation >>>>

If she’s in the mood, she will only stop pleasuring you once you’re crying, whimpering or begging her for a break. 

Nairobi does like being dominant and rough, but will always listen to your needs.

She would NEVER do something you're uncomfortable with, or anything that could injure you.

PRAISE KINK

This woman just loves praising you. “You’re so good for me, y/n” “You can take it, darling… Make me proud.”

…But she’s not afraid to degrade you either, if you’re into that. She doesn’t like calling you degrading names, but in the heat of the moment, it can be a real turn on for her. 

AFTERCARE QUEEN <3

She would always make sure you’re ok after sex. Your comfort is her priority.

I just love Nairobi so much omg 😭 I'm so damn gay for her lmao ALSO I COULDN'T FIND ANY NAIROBI SMUTS SO HERE I AM 😼

[scriptnoir]

[samijey]

i could die for f!reader/alba/isla/blair smut but i just know no one's gonna write it how am i supposed to get my mean goths fix

[vuulpecula]

✖ @mistrdctr inquired: 55

spotify wrapped | always accepting ↳ 55. night channels - foxing

Her fault. Her fault. Her fault. He was going to die, and it was all her fault. Hands pressed desperately over his middle, trying to staunch the bleeding that flowed endlessly, Fox tried to save the life that was already slipping away between her fingers. Shredded muscle and sinew twisted with the tattered remains of his robes, weaving together around her incapable digits like a grotesque mockery of a cat’s cradle. Maybe with medical equipment, earthly objects from that life left behind, his life would be spared—but there was nothing. Nothing she could reach for or grab, no one to call, there was nothing she could do. The great Doctor Strange was dying and the world would be lesser for it.

“Please, please,” her arms were shaking as she begged for that tiny spark of something to appear. Concentrating, digging as deep as she could for any shred of healing power or magic or whatever it was. The shaking became worse. The edges around him, laying prone beneath her unlit hands, began to fade. Melting into a darkness she fought to keep back. Blood dripped from her nostrils, a splitting headache brought forth a spasm of pain, and still she tried. Frantic for anything and lacking in everything. There was no fighting the dizziness that sent the world around them spinning, meshing every color together until all she could see was black.

A deep red glow filled the space and from it walked a woman. Spine straight, moving unhurried to kneel beside the dying Strange. “We clung to our warp weighted loom,” she began softly. “By the time we were done, we were woven in. Such constriction from a self-made trap.” It was Fox and it wasn’t. She was different. Perhaps a little older, confident, oozing with the darkness of power, and looking down upon him with the softness of seeing an old friend. A hand, fingers sooty with darkness, rested over his wound. Again, a glow began, pulsing a deep orange where it had once been gold. The pieces of him that had fallen apart began to weave back together once more. Cells healing in a way that seemed wholly impossible.

With her other hand, she pushed the hair back from his brow. “And on these antlers, dry-rot cracks through.” As if he was crowned or meant to be. This Fox, she glanced to the other beside him. Unconscious and incapable. “I left myself too open for you,” she reflected before turning her attention back to him. “So, by now I know what decay is.” There was a sadness in the way she said it, as if all three had been connected in some mysterious way that had led her down the darker path. The corrupted path. Wanda Maximoff was not the only witch tempted by that which she could not have.

“I’ll lay on waves until the night channels end,” Fox stated, as if telling him where she would be. Where he could find the beginning to the end that would not come for him. Not now, at least. She leaned close to him, his body nearly healed completely beneath her hand. “Future love,” she whispered against the shell of his ear. “Don’t fall apart.” As quickly as she had come, she was gone. Disappearing into the fading glow like a figment of a twisted imagination.

[toadtoru]

“You wanna fight?”

“No, what the fuck?”

Sukuna looks at you with a sort of disturbed look in his eyes. You're sat at the other end of the sofa, phone in hand, and you look back expectantly, as though what you just said is perfectly normal.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks. You tilt your head to the side.

"You just look like someone who wants to fight," you reply.

Sukuna's eye twitches. It's not unusual for you to say shit like this. He should be used to it by now, in all honesty. It's like you want to vex him, like it thrills you to get a rise out of him.

You go back to scroll on your phone. Sukuna watches you for a bit longer, knowing that you're not done with your teasing yet. Without looking up from your phone, you do exactly as he predicted you to.

"Who do you think would win a fight?" you ask. Sukuna raises his brow in disbelief. Sometimes he wonders where you get the confidence to act like this around him. It's truly incredible to him.

"I would, obviously," he replies. You look up from your phone again. A small smile grows on your lips.

"Nah, I'd win," you reply.

In a flash, Sukuna is on you, pinning you to the sofa. You laugh loudly as your hands are pinned above your head and Sukuna straddles you.

"Still think you'd win, brat?" he asks, hovering right above you. His breath fans your lips, and you smile. "Mmmmh, absolutely," you reply, before you close the gap between you, kissing him softly.

Sukuna immediately falls under your spell and kisses you back. You hum into his mouth as he licks your bottom lip, and you allow him entrance. You gasp as Sukuna sits up, cupping your face so he doesn't have to stop kissing you before you're placed in his lap. You comply and straddle him, moaning into his mouth as you grind down on his clothed bulge.

Sukuna sucks on your tongue, his hands digging into your hips as he guides you in small circles. Eyes closed, he allows himself to get lost in the paradise that you provide. A small oasis where he doesn't have to think about anything other than you, you, you.

Slap.

Sukuna opens his eyes. You pull away and grin victoriously at him, your hand still on his cheek where you just gave him the lightest smack known to mankind. Sukuna gapes at you, barely comprehending what just happened.

"See? I won," you say, holding back laughter as Sukuna blinks. Once. Twice.

"You have five seconds to fucking run."

You giggle manically as you get off his lap and run towards the stairs. Sukuna watches you, deciding to give you a few more seconds of careless happiness before he comes after you.

Because once he catches you, he's going to absolutely ruin you.

thank you for reading! | mlist

[mammonsrockstargf]

whenever i get mams as a surprise guest i always just ruffle his hair three times and it always works. 💀

Mammon plops down on the sofa, promptly crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. You look up from your homework, blinking at him. When Mammon doesn’t say anything, but simply just huffs again, you scoff and poke him with your foot that’s already propped up on the sofa.

“Why are you mad?”

Mammon glares at you slightly, before his resolve melts and and his disgruntled face morphs into a pout.

“Everyone is mean to me,” he replies. You set your homework down on the sofa table and spread your legs so he can crawl between them. He immediately does, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your chest. You giggle, threading your fingers through his hair. Mammon hums, sinking into your embrace.

“Wanna talk about it?” you ask as Mammon’s eyes slip closed and he nudges closer to you. (As if it’s possible. You sometimes wonder if Mammon would morph himself with you if he had the ability. You think he might. At least one of your arms or so.)

“Not really,” he mumbles, but something akin to a whine leaves him when you pull your hands out of his hair. “Don’t stop, please,” he grumbles and you don’t even try to fight the grin on your face as you continue to run your fingers through his hair.

“I just wanna lay here with my human for a while.”

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[simplykorra]

"sorry, theological grandstanding just...really annoys me."

[garadinervi]

Alba Savoi, Pieghe, (canvas and glue), 1981 [gramma_epsilon, Athens. © Alba Savoi]

[akaiitori]

Rockhill

Sometime in March I found a song by Beltaine, which immediately inspired me to write. Turns out, fast-paced flight scenes are VERY hard to both write and draw! But finally, I can show the fruits of four months of work :)

[ SFW / No content warnings | Word count: 5,980 ]

Progress gif of the illustration after the cut ⬇️