#crown mumbles

[emeraldbloodcrown]

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Gaz who eats pussy like a reward, who hurries home, always foregoing drinks with the task force to celebrate a personal win, because he knows you're at home for him, legs spread and gently touching yourself, only waiting to drop to his knees in front of you and drag you to his mouth.

Ghost who eats pussy to calm down, who needs something to anger him after he woke up from a nightmare, and he pushes you on your back, lips trailing down your soft skin, taking in your scent and feeling the pressure ease out of his muscles just a little. Ghost who takes his time sucking on your clit, making out with the sensitive bundle while just keeping a finger inside you to make sure your orgasm won't come until he wants it to.

Johnny who eats pussy like it's his last meal, who needs to stake his claim on you and checks his guns on his next deployment with your taste still on his tongue and the reassurance on his mind, that should he not come back, no one would ever compare to him in that particular way

Price who eats pussy like it's owed to him, who bends over backwards to not only keep you safe but to fulfill all your wishes before you could even utter them, so who were you to complain if he wanted a little treat for his troubles. If he bend you over your desk, skirt simply pushed up and panties pulled to the side, his fingers rubbing and pinching your clit with his tongue thrusting inside of your hole

[noiselessbuck]

the meat landers should ride on dinosaur chicken nuggets

[lesbanim]

d20 fhjy ramblings below

i feel like reuben is in solace’s version of witness protection 👀 this man does not feel Smart enough to be some mastermind and keep it on the down low. lucy dying After the honey had already been ordered, rueben cancelling tours, henry’s concern (has someone found rueben? did the complicated women podcast actually trigger some sort of consequences?) i don’t rly know but i honestly wouldn’t be surprised if buddy is entirely in the dark about everything to do w his party. none of their party besides kipperlily are giving criminal mastermind, and even then maybe kipperlily just sucks. evil in a boring way. giving penelope everpetal ass bitch. i can’t think of any motive for her to be fucking w this shit especially when she’s already been seeking help for anger issues starting in the high 5 heroes, and maybe jawbone isn’t the only person she sees?

[janeelyakiri]

Hey you look like you love SwapDream AU so since I’m really late do you know the lore? I mean, does Dream want to kill every negatives beings like the version of Dreamswap or???

The OG SwapDream by Song_A? I like the designs! And the base story, and personalities from what I remember. The whole thing of Swad (Swap Dream) and OG Nightmare I do not.

I prefer he wants to eradicate all negativity over whatever *that* is hsjfkds

The Lore from what I recall is Dream was More Aware of Nightmare's bullies and when the attack against Nightmare and the tree of feelings happens, Dream eats the 999 apples. The comic is no longer on tumblr but i remember vividly that the energy of the positivity burned him from the inside out. Dream is dead, his body more a puppet for the positive energy controlling him. Hence the different colors in his sockets. The light's energy also made his wings and made the crown float. He's crazy and forces positivity unto others.

My Nightingale and Phoenix follow that story somewhat but their lore is kinda secret still :P

(Also Dreamswap is something else entirely??? I tried to look into it but they changed it so much and made them human and i lost interest lol)

[amatres]

loulan my beloved

[nervousmonolith]

purpled vs fruit dodgebolt and they both fuckin loose somehow

[godmodebeginswithlesbians]

au where every time you reclass a unit into the same class in engage the most extreme changes to their outfits get more extreme

if you reclass alfred from avenir into avenir again his flower crown gets bigger. reclassing diamant from successour into the same class gives him more gold tassels. etc

[cottonpuffmouse]

My favorite Gale bit is him thinking he’s hot shit about something only for people to go “What? Oh my god. You’re an idiot…..”

Like. Kin. Mood.

[moonspower]

2020s vi: *grabs 90s vi up by the collar*

90s vi: wow! holy shit. you are ugly. what do you want.

2020s vi: those george bush years are gonna turn you to mush and climate change is going to ruin your bikram yoga sessions. you will be at your unhappiest during the frozen biscuit shortage of 2022. good luck. also you are ugly, too. you're just ugly in oversized denim pants.

[munch-mumbles]

i think that etsy listing of a kenner kitty plush that sold for TEN DOLLARS is going to literally haunt me until the end of my days btw

[emeraldbloodcrown]

The Things They Do For Their Wife

Price: Fixing anything in your house that you might need - and also don't need. This man doesn't feel sane unless he can prove his worth by making your life easier with a long list of DIY projects. Any guilt of constantly leaving you is forgotten when he sees the look in your eyes the first time he took you to the Beauty-and-The-Beast-inspired reading lounge he build out of the guest bedroom no one ever used.

Kyle: Cooking. Especially cooking when you're required to keep a very strict diet due to intolerances and allergies. This man will bend over backwards to find substitutes without losing the original flavor. Man's gonna take as many cooking lessons as he can get his hands on just so he can give you the pleasure of eating your old childhood comfort food again.

Johnny: He jumps at the chance to take care of any children in your family. You don't even have to ask if he can watch your niece so you can have a night out with your sister. At this point, he even gets offended if you think to skip him. That's his job and you better not take it away from him, but don't worry as to why he's always babysitting when he knows you're ovulating. All a coincidence, hen.

Simon: He's so in tune to your needs, it's insane. You've only started to feel a slight pressure in your head and he's already there with pain killers and a cold water bottle. You've had a shit day and you come home to find the comfort food you've been craving hot on the counter. He's gonna use all the observation skills his trauma and service had beaten into him and finally use it for some actual good.

[occasionalsnippets]

wanting to read a manhua that hasn’t fully been translated yet vs my inability to read mandarin

[kurooh]

HE WHIMPERS WHEN HES FUCKING YOU

choso gets sensitive easily when he’s pounding you into oblivion, his body flush against yours and trembling. he’s got you spread out for him in missionary, legs wrapped around the small of his back and drawing him impossibly closer.

“more, cho.. fill me up again, please.”

he stops holding his breath, exhaling quickly as his glassy eyes lock onto yours. choso nods, grunting as he adjusts the angle of his hips in an attempt to fuck you deeper.

with stars in your eyes, all your fucked out brain can focus on is just how attractive choso looks, along with how amazing he feels. his soft brown hair tangles around your fingers, sticking to his forehead and flushed cheeks.

“choso, i’m s-so close, baby,” you cry, body twisting beneath him as your cunt clenches uncontrollably.

he slips a large palm beneath your head and cups the crown of your head, pulling you close to him as he leans down, his head at the side of yours.

damp hair brushes against your temple as he groans lowly, chanting your name in a voice that seems to be unraveling.

you rub his back as choso cums, making quiet sounds of pleasure as his cock pulses inside of you, heat filling your whole body.

but he can’t seem to stop himself from whimpering into your ear, needy and mumbling about how he needs some more.

“just one more, p-pretty girl,” choso gasps, “need to see you cum again, please.”

[screampied]

you don’t really realize you’re growing old with satoru until you spot a grey tress inside the roots of your hair as you’re looking in the mirror. the thing about marriage and life itself was that time really doesn’t stop—for no one. as you entrap the lock between your fingers, you murmur out to satoru with a cheeky grin. “satoru baby, c’mere.”and as he’s lying in bed with a wrinkled nose, he reads some book titled ‘three men in a boat.’ as he flips a thick page, his cerulean blue reading glasses crook down the bridge of his nose before he turns his attention toward you.

“yesss, honey?” he rubs his eyes, bringing a palm up to his growing stubble. as he got older, you noticed how he moved a bit slower. satoru was still fit as he aged, but he’d have a bit of a waddle whenever he walked. it was cute—how his limbs were getting more and more fragile, but he was still labeled as the strongest despite his inevitable aging.

he makes his way behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. the two of you make eye contact through the mirror that reflects you both, a happy married couple. “look, we’re finally matching now,” and his face softens once you bring the silvery colored strand up to his view. ‘matching,’ because his hair was naturally a snowy white . . almost similar to the strand of hair you just showed him.

although as the years progressed, satoru was growing ashen grey streaks too.

“i guess we are,” he replied in a gentle tone, his hands remaining on your hips. satoru’s touch was always gentle and ginger. he presses his lips near the back of your nape before letting off a soft sigh. “you’d look pretty with white hair, actually.”

“prettier than you?” you hum, glancing at him through the mirror. satoru towers over you as he holds you, the band of his wedding ring grazing against your hip.

again, you watch as the corners of his lips crease into a smile. a toothy genuine one where his dimples show.

“haha, veeeery funny,” and as he buries his face into your neck, he deeply ponders to himself for a moment.

to think . . how much time has passed, out of all the countless tiresome battles he’s had to face—

all those years at trying to keep the world safe and now, he could finally relax. having his arms around you gave him a peace of mind, and in the end it was all worth it because at the end of the day, satoru gojo—the strongest, came back to you. you were his personal safe haven and he was yours.

“but honeyyy,” he yawns with rosy pouty lips, shifting his chin up to rest against your left shoulder. satoru starts leading you toward your side of the bed. “ ‘s pretty late, let’s getcha back to bed, hm?”

“okay,” you mumble, already feeling your eyes starting to get heavy again. satoru’s still got his burly arms wrapped around your waist as he leisurely guides you back to bed. he was clingy, and that never changed. satoru gojo’s always been clingy ever since the two of you met. as he pulls down the cover for you to enter, you crawl back in and he gets beside you.

satoru slings an arm around you, pulling you close as his hooded eyes starts a staring contest with the swaying wooden ceiling fan.

it’s moving slow. . just like time was.

whenever he was with you, it felt as if time stood still. and as the both of you cuddled against each other with your head resting against his beating heart, he sighs. it’s a content happy sigh, and satoru’s hands find their way near the top of your head. his thin fingers maze it’s way near your soft grey growing strand before he leans in, giving the crown of your head a goodnight kiss. “mwah,” and he watches as your eyes briefly widen before glancing away, growing sheepish. “get some rest, my love. i’ll be here when you wake up. promise.”

you nod, too drowsy to reply and he pulls you closer. satoru’s heartbeat was steady and slow, and each pulse that bested against your ear made you felt more and more protected. as he holds you firm and close, a hand of his softly caresses your forehead—brushing against the soft hairs that cling onto your skin.

as your breathing starts to relax and your eyelids finally close, he realizes you finally drifted off to sleep. satoru exhales lowly, almost forgetting to take off his reading glasses. as he places them near the nightstand, he lies back down, giving your sleeping state once last glance.

“i love you,” he whispers against your ear before reaching for the pearled lamp switch. “so much.”your head nuzzles against his chest and he assumes that was your non-verbal way of saying it back, even in your sleep. cute.

the only sounds that could be heard were the faint tick tocking of the grandfather clock that stood near the hallway and your soft breathing as you deeply slept. satoru feels a smile tugging against his glossed lips yet again, but this time it’s different . .

it’s not the same smile from when you showed him that you were graying, it was a more genuine smile that was satisfied at everything—primarily at life. satoru’s long crystalline lashes gradually flap shut as he smiles to himself, a thumb brushing against your forehead. all those battles was worth it in the end, because right now, he’s at the only place he wanted to be . . with you.

life wasn’t a competition, but satoru finally felt at peace, true peace—and that peace was being in your presence. he wasn’t one for believing in good endings, but maybe this particular one wasn’t so bad.

“i . . won.”

[amatres]

steals the emperors dream visitor robe bc he doesn't even wear it much anyway and gives it to dawn during her chosen of bhaal era to play up on an angelic looking mass murderer vibe she had going on

[machveil]

Roommate!Simon Riley that kisses you. no, not on the lips, but nearly everywhere else. some days it’s small, walking up behind you in the kitchen and resting his hands on your hips - not fully, just ghosting his palms over you like you might shatter if he fully held you. he does it when it’s early, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he dips down, lips pressing to the nape of your neck. he mumbles a ‘good mornin’’, mutters something about what you’re making and how he wants some

Roommate!Simon Riley who kisses the crown of your head when you’re cuddled on the couch together. from dawn to dusk, if you’re cozied up with Simon his lips are stuck to you. nose nudging your hair, he’s not really paying attention to what’s on - Simon’s more focused on breathing you in, eyes closed and appreciating the scent of your shampoo. his lips drift, head tilting to kiss behind your ear when you comment on your show, “Mm, tha’ right?”, he murmurs, gravely voice whispering to you

Roommate!Simon Riley who kisses you from your knees to your ankles. a shit day, after you’ve come in through the front door Simon is leading you to bed. you can’t put up a fight when he makes you lay down, sitting on the edge of your bed. you can’t argue when he drapes your legs over his lap, mumbling something about your boss being a prick. all you can do is close your eyes and relax when he rubs at your legs, massaging the meat of your thighs and calf, working his way to your feet. you don’t say a word when lifts your leg up slightly, peppering featherlight kisses down it, “Should let me ‘ave a word with ‘em.”, he mumbles, smiling when you chuckle

Roommate!Simon Riley that all but tackles you to the floor when he comes home from a deployment. he’s roughed up, aching and sore, a mess of a man - but he’s alive. he moves on autopilot, strong arms pulling you against his frame, a bear hug, a death squeeze, his embrace secure. before you can ask him if he’s okay, if he’s hurt, his lips are pressed to your forehead. chapped and dry, but Simon’s. his chest rising and falling into a steady rhythm knowing you’re safe and sound. he’s moving on autopilot when he slumps down, lips pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek, “Missed you, sweet’art.”