#doesn' save

[mercoglianotrueblog]

WWIII. US-Russia relations akin to US-Japan before WWII

#Rand Co.on how #US planned war,#EU energy crisis:

#Kiev foreign plcy to push #Russia into invasion,cut of #RF supply to EU (#NordStream..)

#NATO grow virus vs #Slavic ethnics as #Russians #Norway ship doesn't save #sailors from RF ship in #Mediterranean

https://salvatoremercogliano.blogspot.com/2024/12/wwiii-us-russia-relations-akin-to-us.html?spref=tw

[iangallagherisadeadman]

post-s11 Tami definitely gets tired of Lip and leaves him.

yes, I do like them as a couple, I think it is an interesting dynamic and that Tami is good for him honestly, even though they lived completely different lives and crash so many times because of it throughout the last seasons.

fact is Lip won't ever change and will keep making the same kind of mistakes and she will get fed up with it eventually. they'll go different ways, maybe keep a somewhat friendly relationship, and she will get a new partner and Lip will have a Sean kind of relationship with Fred: that kid is the most important thing in his whole life and he's constantly hunted by the fear of drinking again and hurting Fred.

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

HEYYYYY

so you know you said amuro would be the Traditional typ of bf, right? So imagen :

We're just sitting in bed, close to each other, (6 month in the relationship) cuddeling and deep in thoughts. When, i just say that i love him.(In Japanese) He would be traditional so, IMAGEN HOW HUMBELD HE WOULD BE!!!! LIKE RED AND SHY IDK (saying I Love you in Japan is a very big thing if you didnt know)

I would LIVE TO SEE THAT

"Nee, aishiteru."

"Huh?" He sat up straight, widened eyes searching your gaze. Only when he saw the mirth in your eyes, did he relax.

"Don´t do this to me, I thought you were dying."

You snorted.

"Here I declare my love for you and this is all I'm given in return."

He furrowed his eyebrows and laid back down on your lap.

"I want to say it on our wedding day," he murmured finally, looking to the side, red dusting his cheeks, "but...thank you."

"You´re very welcome," you hummed and leaned down to place a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I´m looking forward to it, my love."

But he only closed his eyes and nuzzled deeper into your lap.

[oopey-doopey]

So confused where fandom/fic writers got this interpretation that Miles does stupid shit that doesn’t make sense or barely works out in the end or puts his friends in unnecessary danger all the time. Like in both movies the others simply underestimate him and don’t understand what Miles is doing cause he thinks like Miles, not like your everyday Spiderman. He uses his Venom Strike to throw Kingpin in the ITSV movie and literally saves Gwen and Peter because they went into battle less than ready. Then had the entire plan to lure the Spiders in ATSV, yet I keep seeing him written like he doesn’t think or gets his friends in trouble even when he understands the danger. Most of the time his different thinking has helped or led people to fix personal issues.

The first movie alone pretty much sets in stone that the exact opposite of what he wants is others to get hurt by his actions, inactions or the actions of others and trying to live up to that belief and the expectations it carries. Across the Spider-verse hammers it home with how he constantly tries to save people because that’s what he should do, rather than listen to some theory that is clearly not absolute at best and outright wrong at worst. Every fic has him being the one to cause issues and not fix them when his planning and actions literally helped save Gayatri and her father.  (c’mon we know the glitching was the spot)

Yeah, I get making him stubborn or strong willed cause he doesn’t listen all the time but usually it’s for a good and valid reason, if he listened every time he was told not to, guess how many of our beloved characters would be dead?

[droodlebug]

i want fenris to be in dav because i Love him and he deserves to he happy. but i also dont want him to be in dav because i love him and want him to be happy and. in my canon hawle stays behind in the fade.

[starcraftt]

asddsfdfsfds, im not even close to being halfway done someone save me.

[gurorori]

hmm. thinkin bed thoughts

[gettinontopic]

Someonf you will see someone lives and isreal and is distressed and will without hesitation tell them to kill themslves as if the avergae civilian asked for this shit anymore than anyone else and Im so tieed seeing it can you guys have some critical thinking and maybe some compassion please

[lhseungs]

— ❛ WHERE THEY CUM ❜

. . . MEMBERS: enhypen hyung line - heeseung, jay, jake, and sunghoon

. . . WARNING / TAGS: smut, 18+, afab!reader, breeding, creampie, oral (m!receiving), creampie, overstimulation, orgasm denial (sorta), handjob, sorta sub!jake and dom!reader (implied), squirting, aftercare. not proofread!

. . . A/N: and another post taken from my old account, though this time i actually wrote it. sorry it took so long. i wrote majority of it and it didn’t save, unfortunately. anyway, enjoy!

✧ HEESEUNG

heeseung has an insane breeding kink. the second you tell him to cum in you, its like a switch goes off, gripping your waist with the most sinful moan escaping his lips. he loves filling you up and watching you take his seed, pushing it back in when he sees it spilling out.

“so fuckin’ tight, baby,” heeseung grunts, head falling back. “gonna cum soon.”

whimpers escape your lips as heeseung pounds into you. the lewd sound of skin slapping skin echoes the bedroom, bed shaking and hitting the wall. “p-please, hee… cum in me”

heeseung's eyes darken at your words. he grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to land on his. “hmm... my pretty baby wants me to fill her up?"

you nod, eyes pleading at you look up at heeseung. like a switch, heeseung pushes your legs against your chest and pounds deeper into you. you moan out, arms scratching heeseungs back as you try to ground yourself to something, the knot in your abdomen tightens.

"m'gonna fill you up so fucking good, baby," heeseung hisses, his thrusts getting sloppier.

your nails dig into heeseungs arm. "'seung... i'm gonna-"

"shit, me too, baby," heeseung's pace doesn't falter as your orgasm washes over you, legs shaking as you let out a loud moan.

with one last thrust, heeseung lets out a sinful moan, cumming right along with you. he fills you up, his white seed painting your insides and your name leaving his lips like a mantra.

heeseung looks down as his cum slowly drips out of your cunt. a fire ignites in him as he thrusts his cum back into you, relishing in the white ring formed at the base of his cock.

“h-hee, it’s too much-“ you cry out, clawing at his arms again as his thrusts increase speed.

“one more round, pretty. i know you could do it.”

✧ JAY

there’s just something about cumming in your mouth that jay is obsessed with. the way you look up at him with your pretty eyes while sucking him off, the way you grab the parts of him your mouth can't reach, and the way you swallow every bit of him gets him seeing stars every time the two of you fuck.

jay's head falls back against the chair as your mouth moves up and down his cock, covering his mouth to muffle the moans leaving his lips.

he risks lifting his head to watch you. you look up at him, eyelashes wet from previous tears, and continue to bob your head. your beautiful, pretty, doll-like eyes looking up at him as you suck his cock had jay bucking his hips.

"you look so pretty, baby," jay whispers, "so fucking beautiful for me."

you hum in response, causing jay to shiver and groan. he curses, grabbing a fistful of your hair. "fuck, doll, do that again."

you oblige, humming on jay's cock causing a moan to escape his lips. jay tightens his grip on your hair, holding your head still as he thrusts into your mouth making you gag.

jay's breathing gets heavier as he mouth-fucks you, moans growing louder as he gets close to his orgasm. "you're gonna take it, right? take it like a good girl and swallow every last drop."

again, you hum in response and jay lets out another loud moan. "oh, f-fuck, y/n-" he bucks his hips one more time as he cums, his warm seed spilling into your mouth as you swallow it all.

jay pull out and watches his cum spill from your lips. he leans closer to you and wipes the cum from your lips with his thumb. "say ‘ah’, baby." you open your mouth as jay inserts his thumb in your mouth. you lick the cum off his finger and he smirks.

"good girl."

✧ JAKE

heaven to jake is cumming on your face. doesn't matter where it lands (and frankly, you dont care either), but just seeing your face full of his cum as he kisses you senseless could get him hard again, and again, and again. he could go multiple rounds as long as he gets to see his cum painted on your cheeks.

jake whimpers as he goes on to round two. your hands are around his cock as he lays against the bedframe, chest heaving.

"you wanted another round," you state as you slowly stroke him, the cum from his previous round dripping from your cheek.

"i-i know."

you smile. slowly, you begin to increase speed, stroking his red cock that's just aching to cum again. you slide your thumb over the slit and jake whimpers again, bucking his hips.

as you stroke him, you lean forward and press your lips to his. jake kisses you feverishly, the taste of his cum on your lips setting him aflame. you increase your speed and jake moans against your lips.

"baby, i'm gonna cum," he mumbles against your lips. you chuckle.

"not yet, jakie."

he groans, head falling back against the headboard. you pepper kisses along down his jaw and collarbone, biting and sucking the pale flesh as his moans increase in volume. you giggle again.

you kiss down his chest and abdomen, then finally, you plant a kiss on the head of his cock. he bites his lip, muffling a moan as you say the magic words. "cum, jakie."

without a second thought jakes orgasm hits him, ropes of cum painting your face like a canvas. jake closes his eyes as he rides his high, moans echoing in your room. as jake opens his eyes, you lick your lips, tasting the cum on your face. jakes head falls back again as he groans.

"you're gonna be the death of me, baby."

✧ SUNGHOON

sunghoon is the king of aftercare, no doubt. which is why his favorite place to cum is your stomach. he loves leaving a mess on you, spreading it along your body, and fucking you again, the cycle continues, just so afterwards he could clean you up so well and take good care of you.

you've lost count how many rounds it has been. 2? 3? maybe even 4? you're unsure. but all you do know is sunghoon is fucking you like an animal in heat. your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, tears staining your cheeks, and the cum on your stomach already drying as sunghoon pounds into you for the nth time that night.

he groans, pulling your leg over his shoulder to fuck you deeper. a moan leaves your lips at the new position.

"hoon, it's too much..." you sob, clawing at the bedsheets.

sunghoon shakes his head. "last round, my love, i swear."

your chest is heaving as, again, your orgasm approaches. you frantically pull at the sheets as you feel the knot tighten. "sunghoon, i'm so close!"

with his free hand, sunghoon rubs your clit frantically while continue to pound into you. "come on, baby. cum for me." with a pornographic moan, you cum, legs shaking as you squirt on sunghoons cock.

"shit, baby. oh fuck!" sunghoon moans as you squirt on him. his thrusts get sloppier and he quickly pulls out with a hiss, stroking his cock as he releases onto your stomach. the ropes of white cum land on your stomach and sunghoon sighs and falls next to you in the bed.

a minute or so passed when suddenly, sunghoon gets up and goes to the bathroom. you smile, knowing whats about to come as you hear the bath running.

sunghoon returns, wet towel in hand as he cleans you up and places a kiss to your forehead. he lifts you up and leads you to your shared bathroom. sunghoon gently places you in the tub and kisses your forehead again as you sigh.

"you did so well for me, my love."

— © lhseungs 2025: do not repost

. . . TAGLIST: @sailoryuns @sickntrd @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha @rayofsunshineeee

[readfull]

Answer to those who say "Jesus loves you" Face the truth

Answer to those who say “Jesus loves you” When they tell you that Jesus loves you and died for you, or will save you, just calmly and confidently tell them that’s a lie.  “Jesus couldn’t save himself, let alone me.” Jesus Could Not Save Himself From Crucifixion. Stop telling me such a lie anymore. I don’t believe that Jesus loves me, died for me or saves me from eternal death as you claim –…

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤHOW TO CAGE AN ANGELㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Terry McGinnis x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would He Be When He's Obsessed?

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

It started innocent.

You were just someone in his class. Or maybe someone who walked past him in the hall. Maybe you offered him a pen once. Maybe you made fun of his bad haircut. Whatever it was, it stuck. You stuck.

Terry noticed everything about you immediately—the way you smiled at people without thinking, how your voice got quieter when you were nervous, how you touched your wrist when you were lying.

He didn’t fall in love.

He clung.

See, Terry doesn’t love like normal people. He was too broken for that.

He lost his father, carries Gotham on his back, and lives under the crushing shadow of Bruce Wayne’s expectations. He’s always trying to prove himself, always trying to be good enough.

But you—you don’t ask anything of him. You don’t expect him to save the world. You don’t know what he does at night. You just laugh at his dumb jokes. You say his name like it means something. Like he matters.

That’s the moment it begins.

That’s when he starts following you after class. Not close enough to get caught. Just enough to make sure you get home safe. Just enough to memorize the streets you walk, the friends you meet, what songs you hum with your headphones on.

He tells himself it’s just to keep you safe. Gotham’s dangerous. He’s Batman. That’s what Batman does, right? Protect people.

But when he gets home, bleeding and bruised, and you text him some innocent, “Hey, class was wild today lol”—he smiles.

Really smiles.

He didn’t even know he could do that anymore.

And that terrifies him.

Because now he needs you.

The obsession blooms.

He finds himself canceling missions just to hear your voice. He lies to Bruce. He ignores Dana. He checks your social media constantly. He watches your window from a rooftop two blocks away at night—making sure the light turns off when you fall asleep.

He knows he shouldn’t.

He knows.

But guilt never stopped Terry from doing something self-destructive.

He’s possessive in subtle ways.

When someone flirts with you, they get mugged later. Nothing serious. Just a reminder.

When you mention liking someone? That person suddenly transfers schools, moves away, or ends up in the ER after a freak accident.

Terry never tells you. He just listens with that calm, distant smile.

“Guess they weren’t good enough for you anyway.”

And you think he’s just being sweet.

The line is crossed slowly.

You start dating someone. He spirals.

That’s the night he beats a gang leader half to death. That’s the night Bruce yells at him, says he’s losing control.

But you… you’re worth it.

You’re the only peace he has.

So he breaks up with Dana. He watches your boyfriend like a hawk. He sabotages you slowly. Emotional warfare. Gaslighting through fake accounts. Rumors.

Until one day, you show up at school, eyes red. You broke up.

And Terry’s there. Always there.

You cry into his chest. He holds you like he’s comforting you, but inside?

He’s elated.

You tell him you’re tired.

He tells you, “I’ve got you.”

You don’t even realize you never had a choice.

The confession is messy.

It’s late. He’s in your room. Unmasked. Vulnerable. His face bloody.

He tells you everything—how much you mean to him, how he can’t breathe without you, how he thinks about you every second, how he loves you.

There’s tears in his eyes. Real ones.

He’s shaking.

And when you flinch? When you whisper, “Terry… you’re scaring me”?

He doesn’t get angry.

He gets broken.

“No, no—I didn’t mean to. I just—I needed you to know. I need you. You’re the only thing keeping me sane. I wouldn’t hurt you. Never you.”

He’s on his knees. Not even noticing how he’s bleeding all over your carpet.

Not even noticing how his voice cracked.

He’d die for you. Kill for you.

But more than anything, he wants to be enough for you.

So he gives you space. Pretends to back off.

But the obsession doesn’t end.

He watches you every night still.

He listens to your phone calls.

He deletes your texts to other people.

He’s just… waiting.

For the moment you realize—he’s all you’ve got.

He’s all you’ll ever need.

Because in Terry’s mind?

You were his the moment you smiled at him.

You just don’t know it yet.

You tried to distance yourself.

After that night—the confession—you stopped answering his messages.

You stopped opening your curtains.

You switched your routes home.

You tried to forget the way he looked at you. Like you were his God. Like he’d burn down Gotham if it meant keeping you safe.

Like he already had.

But he’s still there.

Always there.

Not in your face. He’s smart. Calculated. Trained.

You don’t see him. But you feel him.

A weight on your chest when you walk alone at night. A flicker of something on the rooftop. A phone call that drops as soon as you answer.

You dream of red eyes in the dark.

You wake up with your bedroom window open.

Terry doesn’t sleep much these days.

He doesn’t need to. Not when you’re all he thinks about.

He watches your life like it’s a show only he gets to see.

You smile again. Laugh again. Start healing.

It kills him.

Not because he wants you broken—

No.

Because you’re moving on without him.

And that terrifies him more than anything else.

He tries to be better.

He tells Bruce he needs time.

Says he’s burning out. That the suit’s too heavy.

But really—he just wants to see you. Without the cowl. Without guilt. Without fear.

He runs into you at a corner store.

On purpose.

“Hey,” he says, voice casual, eyes tired. “Didn’t expect to see you.”

You freeze. But he’s warm. Smiling. Kind.

He buys your snacks. Walks you home. Doesn’t touch you. Doesn’t mention that night.

Just listens.

And for a second…

You let your guard down.

That’s all he needs.

The moment you smile at him again, the moment you say his name without hate—he’s hooked all over again.

He starts sending you anonymous gifts.

Small things: your favorite candy, books you mentioned once, a necklace that looks way too expensive for a high school dropout.

He never asks for anything in return.

Just… waits.

Watches.

Until one day you ask him for help.

It’s late. You’re scared. Someone’s following you. You text him.

He’s there in under five minutes.

Not as Batman.

Just Terry.

He doesn’t say “I told you so.” Doesn’t say, “I never stopped watching you.”

He just holds you.

Breathes you in like a lifeline.

And when you say, “I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

His hand tightens on your back.

His heart skips a beat.

Because now?

Now you’re his.

It turns possessive. Quietly.

He shows up whenever someone talks to you too long.

He sits beside you like it’s natural. Like it’s always been that way.

People stop texting you. Stop calling.

He deletes their messages.

Blocks them while you're asleep.

They’re not good for you. He is.

You start to feel alone.

Isolated.

He’s the only one still here.

And he’s perfect.

Attentive. Gentle.

The boy who always picks you up, always listens, always looks at you like you're made of stars.

Until you ask him what he wants.

And he tells you the truth.

“I want you. Every part of you.

Not just the happy pieces. Not just the light. I want the parts you hide.

The ones you’re ashamed of.

I want your scars. Your dreams. Your fucking soul.

And if you can’t give it to me yet… that’s okay.

I’ll wait.

But just know—no one else gets you.

Ever.”

And his voice is so soft.

So gentle.

So sure.

You should run.

You know that.

But his hands are warm. His eyes are kind.

And the world outside is cold.

So you stay.

Just a little longer.

You thought maybe it would fade.

That the tension, the weight of his gaze, the whispers behind every gentle word would settle into something normal.

Because Terry was kind. Funny. Gentle, even.

He helped you study. He let you borrow his jacket when it rained. He fixed your door without asking.

But there was always something in his eyes.

Something that said, “You belong to me.”

You ignored it.

Because he made you feel safe.

Because the world was loud and cruel and full of people who didn’t look at you like you mattered.

Terry worshipped you.

He’d kill for you.

You didn’t know he already had.

It slips one night.

A party. You drag him along.

You tell him you need a break.

“No Batman. No Gotham. No weird, dark poetry. Just… normal.”

He agrees.

Smiles.

Even wears that ridiculous button-up you teased him about.

You’re laughing, drunk on music and cheap soda. You’re dancing with a friend.

And Terry—he’s watching. Always watching.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Just burns holes into the back of your friend’s head.

And when the guy’s hand slides a little too low?

You barely register the shift in the room.

You don’t see Terry follow him outside.

Don’t hear the soft thud of a skull against brick.

Your friend just doesn’t come back.

You ask about him.

Terry shrugs. “He left.”

And you believe him.

Because Terry wouldn’t lie to you… right?

You get close. Too close.

One night, you fall asleep on his chest.

And Terry doesn’t sleep.

He just lies there, staring at the ceiling, your heartbeat echoing against him like a song.

He whispers things you never hear.

“I’d never let anything hurt you.”

“I’d kill the world for you.”

“I wish you loved me like I love you.”

He holds you tighter in the dark.

Like if he lets go, you’ll vanish.

Because in his mind, you’re not real.

You’re a dream. A miracle. The only beautiful thing left in his broken, blood-soaked world.

He’s scared if he blinks, you’ll disappear.

You kiss him.

It’s soft. Hesitant. Maybe you’re lonely. Maybe you’re tired of pretending he isn’t everything to you.

Maybe part of you wants to belong to him.

His hands tremble when he touches your face.

He kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll break. Like he’s never been this close to heaven before.

But something in him shifts.

Clicks.

This is real.

This is his.

He doesn’t say anything.

He just watches you sleep again that night.

But when you leave the next day—

He follows.

Terry becomes more careful.

Not distant. Just… controlled.

He can’t risk losing you now.

He starts tracking everyone you talk to.

Hacks your phone.

Puts a tracker in your bag “just in case.”

He starts showing up in places you never told him about.

He always has a reason.

And you want to confront him—God, you should—but every time you try, he disarms you with that soft, tired smile.

The one that says he’d rather die than hurt you.

And maybe that’s true.

But he’d kill anyone else in a heartbeat.

Then you find it.

His apartment.

A drawer. Locked.

And inside—

Photos of you.

Hair.

Receipts from every place you’ve ever been.

A copy of your house key.

The necklace you lost last year.

You freeze.

The room spins.

And behind you, the door creaks open.

Terry’s voice is calm.

“Looking for something?”

You turn. He’s not angry. Not surprised. Just… resigned.

“I didn’t want you to find it like this,” he says.

“I wanted to tell you. But you’d leave. And I can’t—”

His voice cracks.

“I can’t lose you.”

You back away. He lets you.

Because Terry doesn’t force you to stay.

He just makes sure you never have anywhere else to go.

And now?

He’s watching. Waiting.

Because you’ve seen the truth.

And you haven’t run.

Yet.

He calls it love.

You’re starting to wonder if it’s something else.

Something deeper.

Something darker.

But when he kisses your forehead and says,

“I’ll protect you. Always.”

It almost sounds like a promise.

Almost.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[joy-laufeyson]

MSBY SAKUSA KIYOOMI FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

(reader inserts) recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (i don’t own any)

• nsfw! suggestive • nsfw!! mature

sfw / more than willing

sfw / shower thoughts

sfw / the space next to you

nsfw!! / steamy

sfw / “where were you this morning?”

sfw / smau! secrets (masterlist)

fluff / will not confess

angst fluff / mask

fluff / good luck charm

fluff / mornings next to him

angst fluff / smau! caramel frappuccino (masterlist)

nsfw! / passionate kisses

angst / save your tears

fluff / home

fluff / breakdown

fluff / "would you just shut up and kiss me already"

sfw / doesn´t wake up in his bed

fluff / pretty

fluff / you seem to know me

angst fluff / au! lucky

fluff / clingy

fluff / over priced flowers

fluff / hypocrite

fluff / deserves better

fluff / ogle

fluff / an irrelevant world

fluff / moles

fluff / sleepover

fluff / cheat day

fluff / sticky notes

fluff / crush

fluff / hush

fluff / unexpected pda

nsfw!! / needy

fluff / waste of lipstick

fluff / heels

angst fluff / just a touch

fluff / overnight

fluff / jumping into his arms

fluff / surprise date

fluff / unspoken

angst fluff / chocolate & cookies

fluff / many first

other msby masterlists other haikyuu!! masterlists

updated:20-january-2025

[fics-lovebot]

jujutsu kaisen fic recs pt. 2

main masterlist - jjk fic recs pt. 1 - jjk fic recs pt. 3

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

big ttity gf - ( @cckaisen ) smau, suggestive, crack- LMAOOO THE INUMAKI ONES ALWAYS MAKE ME UGLY CACKLE

hey so i, like, want u or wtvr - ( @leyiorr ) CRACK, fluff, accidental confession smau. bro i swear, the inumaki ones kill me everytime i can��t, he is SO outta pocket

good! now punch his face! - ( @tender-rosiey ) crack, slice of life, jjk men and their kids being two peas in a pod, love it sm

i know you still think about the times we had - ( @saetoru ) angst, fluff, rich bf!gojo, his father makes you break up with him, it´s so angsty omg, they get into this HUGE argument bc gojo´s dad is a controlling mf

sanctuary - ( @arminsumi ) fluff, lowkey angst, weak!reader, bully!gojo, nah he´s just in love but doesn´t know how to say it

flicker of flame - ( @tteokdoroki ) fluff, nervous soon to be dad!gojo, pregnant!reader, he´s going to be the best dad ever

mirror´s pov - ( @teddybeartoji ) smut, "satoru likes jerking off in front of a mirror" YUP, a whole POV of him beating his meat to the thought of you BEAUTIFULLY written, very detailed

thatgirlis..poison!! - ( @gojosprettyprincess ) gojo smut, overstimulation. this is some gewwwd pwp, we love to see it

the weakeast - ( @screampied ) gojo ANNngst, character death mention. yall already know when it comes to angst i´m that girl, i know i good, well written angst when i see it

edging - ( @pseudowho ) smut, pwp, fluff, this,,,,this is one the BEST nanami smuts out there, i just know the description of the whole thing is 100% accurate, the details, the way this is written, the visuaLSsss ldskjfhjsalfh go read it pls

riding - ( @screampied ) smut, hubby!nanami, "riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose", LASJHLSFJH THIS IS SOME GOOD STUFF, the ride was so good he had to propose.. again

my wife - ( @chastiefoul ) FLUFF, period. married!nanami and his obssession with the word "wife", I WANT TO KMS HE´S SO :((((((

husband vibes - ( @rayveneyed ) nanami fluff. read it, just do it, YOU NEED THIS POV IN YOUR MIND I PROMISE

forgotten lunch - ( @nanaslutt ) SMUT, fluff, possessive husband!nanami. RAAAAAAAH ( insert picture of that one werwolf ripping his shirt) this is crrraaazzzyyyyYYYYYYYYYY, nanami makes me go fucking FERAL

furniture shopping - ( @cursingtoji ) suggestive. this is such a toji thing fr lmao

more than a gym crush - ( @suguae ) toji smut, fluff. this one´s for us maladaptive daydreaming girlies

u still mad at me? - ( @dilfl0v3rss ) toji smut, praising, multiple orgasms, fluff if you squint. THIS IS SO- I FUCKIGN HATEHIMMMMMM, AND WHY DOES HE LIKE TO SUCK TOES I-plsiwanthimsobad

phoque - ( @slttygeto ) crack, teacher!suguru, twin girls dad!suguru, he accidentally curses in front of his daughters and now he´s gotta make up some bullshit story to save his ass, SLFHSLDKJHSLDH this is funny

fingers in his hair - ( @garoujo ) smut, choso loves having his hair pulled when he´s eating pussy,,,,,,,CALL A MF AMBULANCE a bitch just died

cherry blossoms - ( @sellenite ) smut, virgin!choso, phone sex, it´s his first orgasm yall, not yuji talking about a "sloppy toppy" LSJFHLSJDFHLFDH he´s so outta pocket

asleep - ( @tired-biscuit ) suggestive kinda, fluff, slice of life. "choso looks like a guy that would fall asleep with your titty in his mouth." you know what,,,hell yeah, he does

meanie - ( @arminsumi ) smut, mean!choso, “Why you actin’ like some dick-starved whore? I fucked you good this morning" THE WAY I SCREAMEDDDDDDDD “Is that what you needed, princess? Some good dick?" STOOOOOOOOOPPPP

it´s too much - ( @vienssunshine ) smut, dom!reader, inexperienced!choso and sub!chose fics are like crack to me, i´m obsessed, this is so detailed, he is eager to please sdlfjls and wants to try it all at once

[amaranthineghost]

—23 GOING ON 33 oscar posts a couple of tiktoks which leads to the entirety of internet making fun of him for his millennial behavior

oscarpiastri has posted a tiktok!

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user what's your favorite type of bread

user hey oscar, why do you have a millennial pause even though you're technically gen z

user when is the carlos diss track?

ynusername why do you have a millennial pause, i thought you were better than this 😓

user how is your relationship with drs going??

user oscar do you perhaps know what a millennial pause is

user would you ever consider becoming a full time tiktok influencer

user do you think alex is pookie

logansargeant mate im older than you and i don't even have a millenial pause

⤷ logansargeant but when's the diss track

user how do you maintain the swirl in your hair?

user he's so millennial with that pause

user im not even surprised

user someone please teach him

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ynusername oscar sweetie i thought we talked about this

⤷ logansargeant the training we taught him got him no where! he's still acting like he was born 10 years before he actually was!

⤷ ynusername a true tragedy we must save him

user yn and logan plotting against oscar in the comments 😭

⤷ user he needs to be stopped

user the millennial pause is killing me

user he keeps avoiding the carlos diss track questions

⤷ user well ofc! he's got to keep it a secret for when it comes out

⤷ user TRUE

user i bet oscar is collaborating with lewis considering he took his seat at ferrari

user oscar, please take some advice the millennial pause is funny BUT PLEASE

user someone save him

⤷ ynusername 🤫🤫🤫

⤷ user GIRL PLEASE WORK YOUR MAGIC

⤷ ynusername IM TRYING HE DOESN"T LISTEN VERY WELL (this is the same man that was a car furry for the first few years of his life so)

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ynusername oh dear

⤷ ynusername okay but wait this is actually hilarious, i think i might stop breathing

⤷ oscarpiastri please breath

user when oscar posts a photo dump that's literally just the same pictures repeating in no specific order

logansargeant a tragedy that not even william shakespeare could write

⤷ user DIABOLICAL

user oscar buddy we have devolved instead of evolving from the millennial pause

⤷ user the teachings ain't working

⤷ ynusername IM TRYING MY BEST

⤷ ynusername but also millennial oscar is pretty funny

⤷ user we dont blame you yn! 🙌🏼

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ynusername this is how you post a photo dump

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user yes please teach him how its done

oscarpiastri maybe its all part of my master plan

⤷ ynusername oscar lets be fr, you can't come up with any master plans

⤷ oscarpiastri you never know

⤷ ynusername i mean i never knew you were capable of a millennial pause

⤷ oscarpiastri ouch

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oscarpiastri thanks for the help pretty ☀️

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[kyri45]

Okay I was looking at your art and…

I found this with…

HE BLUSHS LIKE HIS BABA?!? LORD SAVE ME PLEASE THIS MAKES ME WANT TO SEE MORE OF MK AND WUKONG BLUSHING!!! Kyri I love your art so much!! But make sure not to work to hard on you art okay😁

Have a good day! And make sure to have fun😄

The apple doesn t fall away from the tree

[morguecuts]

Incase I’m Not Here

five hargreeves has a baby with fem!reader  synopsis: five has saved the world from an apocalypse countless times. after creating a loving family of his own, his constant worry that the end will come again unfortunately became true. word count: 1.5k tags: five is a father, fluff, angst, death, a few sad moments authors note: this is one of my most beautiful, yet devastating pieces. i truly love the idea of five being a loving father :(

  ♱⛧ ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨ ୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆⛧♱ the end of the world was an ongoing tragedy for many years, ruining the lives of billions over and over again, but especially the hargreeves. the umbrella academy, as they were called, spent endless months trying to prevent an apocalypse from occurring. they traveled from timeline to timeline, skipping around decades trying to save themselves and the remainder of earth. 

when the timeline was assumed to be restored, the superhumans had agreed to go separate ways and live their lives. diego and lila created their own family, housing a new timeline version of lila’s birth parents. viktor moved all the way to canada, owning a bar and a gray cat named misty. luther was typically off the grid, except the occasional birthday post for him and all of his siblings. klaus and allison lived together, in a three story house with allison’s daughter claire. 

five hargreeves traveled the world, worrying about the potential upcoming events that would force him and his siblings to reunite in tragedy. he tracked previous timelines, looking for artifacts that hint at a glitch in the system. after the first 5 years of silence, and seeming nothing pointing toward any timeline issues, he began to calm his nerves. 

that’s when he met the mother of his child. she was the light that five never knew he was missing. she ignited a burnt flame deep inside his soul, rekindling the lost inspiration he held for things that were other than research. in addition, her beauty was unmatched to anyone he had ever seen, or met before. her long hair completely covered the back of her body, tracing the outline of her beautiful shape. her perfectly puzzled face made him swoon almost immediately. most importantly, the way that she loved him made him learn to love who he was inside, instead of who people wanted him to be. 

their home was a perfect combination of their personalities. a matte black and white aesthetic, perfectly clean and chic, with a hint of victorian vampire. her feminine touch was visible in all the right places, creating a warm home for the two of them, and anyone else who entered. his headstrong worries of future destruction set up for typically annoying safety procedures, but she didn't mind it. the pair merged together quite beautifully, carbon copies of the other. if five didn’t know any better, which to be fair he actually did, then he would say they were lovers in every possible timeline. 

five was used to living for himself, his siblings, and even the rest of the world. his purpose was always meant to save other people, live for them, protect them. however, now 5 years into the loving marriage with her, he had learned to live for someone who wasn’t superhuman. 

he stood hovering over the clean white bassinet. the small beaded eyes glance up at him, an overwhelming amount of confusion falls over them before turning to love. her small nose scrunching at the sight of him. the few hairs brushed upon her head are slicked down away from her face. her small pursed lips release grumbles and whines at an alarming volume, desiring for the tall suited man to hold her.

“she isn’t going to crumble if you pick her up, five. you have to hold her eventually, she needs to know who her father is.” the child's mother cooed, leaning into his back, wrapping her arms around his waist lovingly. the man sighed into her touch, except it wasn't really there. the air behind him was cold and stiff. his body ached for her, a sense of comfort was quickly turned back into sadness. 

“what if she doesn't like me?” he spoke into the rather empty room. “what if something triggers me to teleport and i hurt her? my only way of protecting her is loving her from a distance.” the water in his eyes glasses over the blue. he reeks of sorrow, insecurity, and fear. 

“you are the one man designed to protect her, my love. don't let what happened in the past make you afraid of what's happening in the present. she’s going to need you, we both know i can't help you anymore. please just pick her up, five.” the voice echoes around him, his eyes narrowing down onto the now sleep filled child. 

he carefully unbuttons the sleeves on his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and draping it onto the side of the crib. he rolls his white undershirt above his elbows, hyping himself up in the process. the small fragile girl rests on the pillowed surface, her tiny chest rising and falling. his hands carefully wrapping around her body, supporting her head while raising her close to him.

the small being is unlike anything he’s ever seen. tiny hands attached to tiny arms, short legs with the smallest feet. she’s unable to do anything without him. her entire life for the next few years depends on his actions. a small worried smile spreads across his face, admiring the girl leaning against his arms. 

small eyes blink open tiredly, glaring around before landing on her fathers. pure love glistens with the hazel colors swimming around. she makes chirps and squirming noises, slightly frightening five in the process. he takes mental notes on all of her little features. definitely her mothers eyes and lips, but his nose. truly the perfect combination of the two lovebirds. tears form in his eyes when he sees her smile, a miniature yet exact replica that once belonged to her mother. 

a faint knock taps upon the nursery door, the caretaker is chattering unknown words outside. theres a moment of silence before she enters the room, glancing at five with the baby cradled lovingly in his embrace. he turns around at the sound of her appearance, looking into her puzzled face. “there’s been a call for you, it's from your sister in law.” her eyes are firm and strong, holding his gaze causing him to pause for a moment. 

“and what did she say?” he turns his back to her again, slowly rocking the baby back into her peaceful rest.

“a briefcase was found in new york this morning. i’m so sorry, but it’s starting, sir.” she holds her hands together in front of her body, head dipping into her chest. 

“how long do we have?” five knows his constant worrying would eventually lead to this. he thought by spending endless hours hunting down glitches in the timeline, he could find a cause, find a solution, but nothing ever came until now.

“they don't know anything yet. it could be weeks, months, possibly even years. i’ve been told it's not severe, but that doesn't mean that it won't become so.” the sorrow in her voice runs deep, an unfortunate sigh escapes her lips. 

his stillness is deafening, the room has a slight buzzing noise from the house's electricity, but otherwise is completely silent. the babe shifts in his arms, nuzzling into him for better warmth and comfort. it is at this exact moment that everything clicks into place. she is his new purpose, and she will be his future. if anything is to go wrong, he would sacrifice his life for her without a question. nothing will ever be able to cause harm to her as long as he is alive.

his mind races thinking of the possibilities, will she have powers like him? will she be as headstrong as him? will she be accurately able to save the world if he is no longer alive to do so himself? The caretaker takes a step backwards, beginning to leave the room before his voice breaks the silence. “i need parchment, as much as you can physically gather.” his words are cold, and demanding, nothing that he has ever been towards her before. “and pens as well, as many pens as you can find me. i have work i must do before it's too late.” he begins to lie the child back into her bassinet, gently wrapping her back into the warmth of the bed. “yes sir, is there anything else?” the caretaker steps towards the door once more, ready to step into motion as requested. five’s eyes scan over every inch of his beloved offspring, a protective concern washed over his face. “yes actually, the albums from the attic please. i want her to be able to recognize her family when things go south.” his comment is quieter, more personal and calm. the caretaker whisks away, leaving the man and his daughter alone once more.

“you will never be alone” a gentle hand brushes small hairs away and out of her face. rubbing her small, chubby cheeks before pulling back. “i will guide you through everything that i possibly know, you will not fail this world.” his feet step back from the white wooden crib, reaching for the black jacket that was hung upon it earlier that night. slipping into it before exiting the room, heading toward his office.

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