#deciding-my-fate

[rewuyuu]

[zoieru]

☁︎ Lazy ~

Slow, lazy sex with Jing Yuan ☁︎ cw: NSFW CONTENT, afab slightly sassy reader. Softtt, teasing, down bad Jing Yuan. Estab- relationship. One use of 'my love', use of 'pussy' and 'cunt'. Missionary, cum play(?). It's very natural and domestic. Jing Yuan focus (this is basically a 'wouldnt jing yuan fucking you slowly and sensually be so hot' post) not proofread

"mmh stop teasin'." A hum escaped your lips as your eyes drift down his tan skin, those chest and abs, all the way down to where his pretty cock was running back and forth achingly slow over your folds which parted like petals either side of his reddened tip.

"I'm not teasing. I'm enjoying. I have been unable to spend time with you, properly, in days. Can't a man take his time feeling his love on him again?" His voice dripped, even more honeyed than usual, curling around you and sucking you into his dreamy like embrace. Jing Yuan was sat back a little on his haunches as he rolled his hips rather languidly, long eyelashes concealing the hints of gold of his eyes half lidded and watching the way his glossy tip parted you as if it was the most erotic sight in the world. To be honest it was quite the sight from here, so you could only imagine, with a touch of envy, how good it would be from up there.

You stayed quiet for a few moments, the only sounds in your bedroom the occasional wet squish of his ministrations, and the gentle huffs of breath and little moans you both let out as his tip caught on your clit. While it was driving you a little crazy, you also loved to watch him watch you, taking his time like this, observing himself doing this with that look on his face, the dusting of pink on his tanned cheeks, that little fucking smirk on those lips. That sight was worth the biting of your lip to stop asking him to hurry up. He loved you, loved pleasing you, that was enough to get off on alone.

After a few moments he looked up at you through his eyelashes, eyes gleaming golden in the soft warm sunlight streaming through the window. That damn smirk. "Mh, you're being rather patient. Haven't lost my touch, have I?"

"Jing Yua-an," your voice broke a touch as his cock caught gently on your clit again. "You wanted me to let you take your time, stop complaining and fuck me already," a pout touched your lips as you looked up at him, rather unconvincing in his opinion. But he loved that damn pout on you.

He leaned over you more, a warm sensual chuckle escaping his lips as he supported his weight with his arms either side of your head, leaving his cock resting teasingly across your mound and lower stomach. A tease, is what he was. And he'd get away with it too. One hand came up and poked your little pout, eyes crinkling with faint lusty mischief. "Ah. It seems I spoke too soon. I suppose I have been rather cruel to you hm? I'll make it up to you."

The hand from your lip made a path down your skin, large slightly rough hand drifting over your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his palm, your ribs and waist, eyes half lidded with affection and desire, fixed on yours as it moved. It left you only to let his fingers slip over the base of his cock, which was achingly hard from teasing himself just as much as you.

He did what he usually did, his lips meeting yours in a soft wet kiss as his tip poked and then dipped gently into your pussy, the warmth and subtle pressure making your breath hitch. He hummed deeply, contentedly, into your mouth as he let his hips roll forward and his cock slowly push into you. While cliche, it really did feel like coming home to a certain extent, the feeling of his cock filling you making you feel somewhat whole. A breathy moan escaped your pinkened lips into his own as he sank deeper, taking his time as he did with most things. He was a man in no rush, not with you, he took every single second he could to relish in your shared sensation, forcing you to do so along with him, something rather frustrating but more intoxicating.

He let out a soft low moan as he bottomed out, shifting his hips side to side just a little as if to get as deep as he could, finally parting from your lips and looking down at where he'd disappeared inside you, fluffy hair cascading over his shoulders and onto your breasts. You gasped, the wiggle letting him just kiss your cervix, and his eyes returned to you with a little smug chuckle. "Better?" He teased, voice low and sensual.

"Mph…better," you murmured, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him nestled so deep inside you, inside that you were convinced were probably shaped like him to be honest.

"I'll always take care of you, you know. Patience, they say, is a-"

"'S'cuse me, I'm here to fuck, not to receive a lecture, General. Get on with it," you interrupted, rather sassily, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. His eyes softened and he chuckled, smile stirring the butterflies in your stomach around his cock.

"Manners are also a virtue, by the way…" He teased, voice dripping with sensual teasing, just as you opened your mouth to make another snarky quip, he pulled his hips back, his thick cock sliding out of you until just the tip was left, and then pushed it steadily back in all the way to the hilt, making your voice halt in your throat. He smirked at your little glare, as you tried to still maintain some semblance of defiance as he fucked his cock into you just how he knew drove you crazy. He was so annoying, and you were so ridiculously in love.

His pace continued, not slow, but definitely not fast, steadily and sensually rolling his cock into your cunt, sinking into its cosy core with soft low little moans that always drove you crazy when he did them. Your own joined his, breathy little noises of pleasure, of affection, as he fucked you. His head leaned down again to capture your lips, body weight shifting as his left hand disappeared again and found itself between your thighs, his fingers first brushing over where your pussy stretched around his length, before settling onto your clit with his rough thumb. You let out a soft needy little mewl of surprise and pleasure as he worked small gorgeous little circles into the nub, making you wiggle and roll your hips as he continued to fuck into you, unravelling you and any defiance you had left that might have been wanting to make a sarcastic comment or two.

He hummed, with amused affection and lust, parting from your lips to open those golden eyes, flicking between yours half lidded with pleasure as he smiled. "You're so beautiful like this." He murmured, which just the thought of seemed to shift something, as then his little low sounds became more breathy, lifting in pitch, his eyes closing as he buried his face in your neck as his pace quickened, cock pushing deep with each thrust that was a touch sharper than the next with his increasing pleasure.

Your hands came to his hair, his upper back, running along him as he fucked into you, almost soothing him through the pleasure, coaxing out his high. He groaned into the skin on your neck, breath warm and moist, as your nails ran gently over his skin, through his hair, and his hips began to stutter as they rocked into you, thrusts previously so measured and steady now stuttered with pleasure and overwhelm.

His hand on your clit shifted to your hip almost to steady himself, his neck bending slightly so he could look at him sinking into you beneath him. With the next kiss of your cervix, you felt his thick tip twitch, and his warm body shudder into yours with a deep honeyed moan as he came, warm spurts of his seed deeply pooling around his cock nestled inside you as he stilled, riding out his high. Your hands ran over his gently heaving back, a soft hum filling your lips as you relished in the feeling of him filling you slowly with his warmth.

His weight shifted into you more as he let his breathing slow again, his thumb running small circles just above your hip as he came down. He lifted his head a little after a few moments, a sleepy little satisfied expression on his gorgeous face, hair all mussed from the pleasure. "Mmh, I've missed that," he mumbled, planting little messy kisses over your jaw and cheekbone like a cat licking you.

You felt a giggle rise to your lips and raised an eyebrow slightly, face looking satisfied and quite fucked out yourself, still relishing in the comfort of his cock still deep inside you. "What, shutting me up with pleasure?" You teased, voice soft and sleepy too.

He laughed warmly, raising his own eyebrow and cocking his head slightly, his hair over his shoulder tickling your cheek. "That, too, of course. But I was mostly talking about you, in general, my love. And making love to you." He hummed, eyes softening as they flitted over your expression.

After finishing his sleepy kiss attack by planting one on the tip of your nose, making it scrunch cutely, he pulled back on his haunches again, golden eyes falling onto where your bodies were connected once more. Now the sight was…decidedly more erotic.

"That's so…" He murmured, before rocking his hips back a little and then pushing his cock, softened only a touch, back in, making the gorgeous mixture of your essences ooze out of you around his shaft. His eyes darkened as he did it, a soft smirk playing at his lips as his gaze found yours once more. "That is a sight, one I never tire of," he said, voice a touch rougher with the reignited arousal.

For a few moments he fucked his cum into you gently, watching as it coated his glistening cock and the edges of your cunt, white and thick, gathering around the tip as he pushed it in and out of you languidly. You shifted a little with soft noises with the slight overstimulation, but adored him watching him fuck his own release into you like it was the prettiest thing.

"You're so gorgeous when you do that," you muttered, a sleepy sort of smile playing at your lips to match the heady mix of affection and lust you felt in this moment. He chuckled once more, almost cheeky, before shifting forward again, bottoming out, and settling his body into yours comfortably on the bed.

"We are staying here a while," he stated, muffled by his face nuzzled into both your neck and a pillow. Which resulted in a little laugh from you. Your arms wrapped around him gently, stroking little patterns on his upper back.

"Of course," you murmured, planting a little kiss on the side of his head.

masterlist ~

[samipekoe]

mama musashi..

[tubbytarchia]

I'm bloody and sweaty and still don't know how to scale people!!!! But I'm done drawing all the lifers so now I have a reference for animation as needed wahoo!! Also boss mobs because I'll need them too

[girlinthetardis04]

"Oh, I'm so addicted to otome games I went from Mystic Messenger to Obey Me! to Love & Deepspace, teehee"

FOOLS

YOU

AMATEURS

YOU SEE THIS?

YOU SEE THIS???

THIS IS 55 GAMES! FIFTY FIVE!!!

AND FOR LIKE 45 OF THOSE I'M THE ONLY PERSON IN THE FANDOM

GET ON MY LEVEL NOOBS

[oddthesungod]

Reborn of earth and fire 🔥

[dvrtrblhr]

some people, both old and new (mostly new).

[drrav3nb]

ALIENS (dir. James Cameron)

+ RIPLEY, HICKS & NEWT being a family

[earthtooz]

hurt/comfort blurb based off an ask @missmeinyourbones received :3

gojo x gn!sorcerer!reader, he's ridiculous, lovesick and dramatic in the one but that's how we like him here so. enjoy!!

“where is our couch?”

gojo looks up at you from his phone, grinning at you gently with the small smile that he always wears; one you’ve come to adore over the years. this time, however, it does nothing but irritate you because there is a large, vacant space in the living room that has ‘gojo satoru’ written all over it.

“what do you mean?” he asks but the lilt in his tone tells you everything you need to know.

that one, gojo has everything to do with your missing couch. two, you have fallen for his bait, successfully tricked into talking to him because three hours ago, you refused to acknowledge his existence after a heated argument that ended with you promising to sleep on the couch. yet after one harmless trip to the supermarket, you come back to discover that your bed for the night was missing.

and you know him well enough to know that his giddiness stems from the fact that you’re finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for the past few hours.

“where. is. our. couch?” you reaffirm, emphasising each word so they can get through his thick skull. 

“is it not in the living room?”

he sounds almost delighted at this peculiar interaction, seeming proud of himself as his eyes shine with mirth. they bravely look into your frustrated and irritated ones.

“i am in no mood to bicker, gojo,” you begin, “either you tell me where our couch has gone or i kick you out.”

the sorcerer pouts from where he sits on the bed, curling into a ball as he stares up at you. the sight would’ve been more comical if you weren’t so mad. “that’s not very nice.”

“you don’t deserve nice,” you mutter, turning on your heels to walk away before gojo can melt you with those honeyed words of his. from the bedroom, you hear fumbling and rustling, followed by footsteps. 

instead of paying gojo any mind, you go to the kitchen counter where you left the many bags of groceries you bought.

he rests his elbows on the kitchen island, subliminally begging for an ounce of your attention whilst you sort through the bags. “would you like some help?”

you give him a brief side-eye before resuming. his pout worsens.

“if i tell you what happened to our couch, will you promise to sleep on the bed tonight?” pleads the white-haired, “with me?”

you sigh, “yes.”

“i warped it somewhere.”

“what?” you almost drop the carton of eggs in your hold. “what do you mean ‘somewhere’?”

“somewhere in jujutsu tech, i’m not really sure.” he cringes at the glare you shoot him. “i was gonna get it back if you agreed!”

that was your last straw. running a hand down your face, you don’t see the way that your lover stares at you with hope from the corner of your eye. 

“for goodness’ sake, why did you warp our couch?” you quiz. 

“because you were going to sleep there,” he murmurs, “and i didn’t know how else to change your mind.”

“you’re twenty-three, gojo. you should know a thing or two about how to reconcile properly by now.” 

his pout worsens at the use of his family name. “i am a man in love, y/n, do you know what they say about men in love?”

before you can even think of a snarky remark, realisation hits you like an anvil. whenever gojo uses his teleportation technique it always… leaves… something behind. 

rushing over to the carpet that used to be under the couch, you almost have a heart attack when you lift it up and see the scorched marks that occur as a byproduct. the white-haired leans against the kitchen island innocently, whistling.

“and what are you planning on doing about this?” you shriek. you try to remain calm, really, but it’s hard to do so because gojo has an affinity for driving you to the brink of insanity.

“i will get someone to fix it, i promise!”

“and will they not be suspicious that there are marks in our floor?”

“a little bribery never hurt nobody, and i have a lot of money to bribe someone successfully. plus, i have connections in the jujutsu world!”

you drop the carpet, giving up. “i’m calling shoko to crash at hers for the night-”

“-then i’ll warp her house.”

“can you even do that? a couch is pretty impressive already.”

“so you think i’m impressive?”

“gojo.”

“i don’t know if i can teleport a house but i’m always willing to try.”

you hate him, you decide. “even if you could warp a house, you shouldn’t, because shoko will kick your ass.” 

“but you’ll protect me, won’t you?” 

you say nothing, merely glancing at your boyfriend before reaching for your phone in your pockets. however, before you could even unlock the device, gojo is beside you, crouched down to your level. he maintains a respectable distance, one that does not invade your personal space whilst fulfilling his need to be close to you. 

“are you actually leaving?” he whispers brokenly, completely changing the atmosphere as his eyes begin to shine with tears that threaten to spill. 

your words are lodged in your throat at the pitiful sight. whilst some part of your brain curses you for giving in so easily, the other part that loves gojo (who are you kidding, all of you loves him) begins to feel a little bad.

he continues, reaching for your hand to play with your fingers, “please don’t leave. i’m sorry for what i said when we were arguing. i love you,” he pauses for a second before adding as an afterthought: “a lot.” 

gojo’s apology, although a little awkward and rushed, is nothing short of endearing, successfully quelling the waves of frustration and anger you’ve been feeling for the past few hours. although the hurt has not completely faded, it’s a little less suffocating to be around him now.

his life is far from normal, you understand that, and you realised that it would be something you had to deal with when you started dating him in your last year at jujutsu tech. but you fell for gojo because of his sporadicity. life may have not been the same ever since, but in a world where all you are gifted is targets on your back in exchange for keeping lives safe, his love is a refreshing oasis for you to return to when all is said and done. 

even though he expresses it through unconventional ways, such as teleporting your couch because he was heartbroken at the prospect of being away from you, you think it’s a fair trade. 

as a way of accepting his apology, you open your arms for him and the white-haired doesn’t even let a second pass by before he’s crashing into you. 

it’s comforting, the way he holds onto you like you’ll slip from his grasp otherwise. “i’ll go get our couch back soon,” he mutters into you, squeezing your waist a little tighter.

“we’re having a moment, gojo, please don’t mention the couch or i’ll be angry again.”

“sorry,” the white-haired raises his head to look at you, “can i at least get nickname privileges back?”

“you’re ridiculous,” you huff, “no.”

[thezephyrus7]

It’s time.

[saltyorio]

Sooo... when are you going to draw me holding AU Claggor's man boobs? 👉👈

I knew this insanity was inevitable with asks. Hey, HEY, DON'T look at me. Look at @fiongbonto !!! They're the one who asked me to do this 💀💀💀 All jokes aside, these kind of batshit insane asks are hilarious, and I genuinely don't mind them much. My reputation as the wholesome Claggor artist is gone, but at least I took care of this ask so I can focus on the more wholesome ones again.. sighh... here you go chat....

(The amazing rendering in this piece low-key pisses me off, like, this is a SHITPOST HELLLOOOOO??? Guys, idk if I should even post this, but I'm just gonna say this, don't be surprised when I post SOME suggestive stuff once in a blue moon. Hopefully, I don't get weird looks 😭)

[starry-bi-sky]

*stares at disciple SQQ falling into the abyss au*

oh you are so "SY-is-SJ" coded. You are so "fell into the abyss and suddenly remembered that oh i've been Shen Jiu this whole time, not just Shen Yuan. we are one and the same". you are so 'crumbling under the weight of the system and being in the abyss and the despair of never really being free and having suffered in both lives' built. you are so 'scrambling to come to terms with your existence and battling with which life is really yours, only to realize that they both are'. You are primed for going off the rails.

I'm so normal about this guys. i promise.

[year2000electronics]

ever since i got into SPM as a kid, i never really liked the theory that dimentio is the magician's son mentioned in the pixl queen saga, but the more i think about it, the more i kinda do like it? the idea that dimentio had a loving family once and watched as things like greed and pride and selfishness ripped it apart and that's why he wants a perfect world that he can absolutely control, and maybe why he underestimates the power of love so much. i dunno. i think he works well as a guy who's very purposely never explained in the story, but it's fun to think about it, right?

so here's an exchange within the confines of super dimentio. dialogue from kung fu panda 2

[sweetsouldhavernas]

Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David ↳ UNDER COVERS

[kori-senpai]

Fanart for @honeydots Fire Emblem fanfic. I've been using it as a reason to fluke out of social interactions for the last two weeks and boy oh boy I will continue to do so >:)

[bietrofastimoff23]

the fact that Alicent cares about viserys' disgusting ass more than her own children is really a crazy change, especially after THIS night.

i mean, the new canon tells us that the reason Alicent wanted to seize the throne was not out of fear for the lives of her children, but because VISERYS supposedly wanted it that way. and when it turned out that this was not the case, she easily turned her back on them all and almost was ready to bring Aegon's head to Rhaenyra on a platter.

((look, Otto didn't love his grandchildren, but he would NEVER do that to them, not even to Aegon, whom he can barely stand.))

viserys absolutely dgaf about THEIR - his and Alicent's - family. he didn't care about her feelings, her dignity, her desires. he called her by a wrong name, took away her girlhood, in order to have sons whom he did not love. he never gave her anything in return, only took away. but she shows more respect and LOVE for his ghost than for her own living sons, who are ready to give their all for the sake of a grain of such an attitude towards themselves.

now it looks as if she used her children while they were convenient for her: Aegon, being burned, can no longer guarantee her power - puts him under the enemy's sword, Aemond, who has been her support for years, began to cause problems - does not even remember him. only Helaena is left, and I'm inclined to believe that if she "shows her teeth" too, all of Alicent's tenderness towards her will fade. (daeron, RUUUN-). she hardly perceives them as persons, but this is a separate conversation.

"she wanted to torture one of my sons after her bastards took away his eye with impunity and will want to cut off the head of another my son for the throne, but she will be a good queen with whom I will want to escape into the forest" boys, that was THE moment when you should have run away from here.

she condemns them for the fear and hatred that she has nurtured in them for years. she's really terrible at this show.

tbh, I don't see any redemption for her. but also I don't hope that in this show she will face real consequences, and not senseless humiliation bc... just watch s2.