#i am daydreaming

[depravedangelbaby]

looool ♡

[fruitypieq]

Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)

[squimblr]

maybe I grew up to fast but I'm ready to like,,,settle down. Not settle settle I still gotta figure out What I'm Doing but I mean like relationships, platonic/romantic/any and everything in between. I'm so sick of high school games and playing around I just want to take care of people. Give love and be loved no matter what the rules say Sickness and health for all my lovers and friends! It's so weird going from 'it would be easier for everyone if I was gone im useless' to 'i want to live and try for others even if I can't for myself yet, and slowly start to love myself through others'. I have cavities and aches where my body was dying and rotting but I'm slowly watering the flowers that grew in its place. And I think I will be beautiful.

[monstertidbits]

ryoko kui is hands down the queen of character design

[hilacopter]

tbh ryoko kui cooked with this one why is this the funniest image I have ever seen

[teddybeartoji]

pressing gentle kisses to toji's cock just to listen to him growl at you impatiently. you feel it twitch in your hand the second you glance up at him and toji's heart fucking skips a beat when you let out a breathy laugh. though the grip he has on the sheets below him is almost strong enough to tear them, he refuses to tell you to stop.

he acts so tough but he loves it when you tease him. he loves it when you toy with him, when you take the lead – he thinks it's the hottest fucking thing in the world.

[nedlittle]

genuinely i think it's important for adults, especially in the plague times, to play pretend in our day-to-day lives. when i rub my back down with tiger balm so i can sleep without pain, i imagine i am a valiant knight tending to an old injury i received from a dragon. when i go to the store to pick up eggs and milk, i am a lone cowboy riding into town on a mission. when i turn my collar up against the wind i am a femme fatale who's killed 4 husbands and is scoping out a 5th. when i stomp around in the snow i am a doomed polar explorer. if being a little bit silly about my walk to the pharmacy helps me remember that life can be full of joy and whimsy, then so be it.

[treasureplcnet]

lots of kabru's party content in the latest ep so i felt compelled to draw my favorite little guys in all of dunmeshi

[tetzoro]

☽◯☾ - CAT AND MOUSE

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : Mihawk has returned from his latest mission but nothing sets his adrenaline off more than chasing you around the Manor. Better start running now.

꒰ content ꒱ : MDNI. mihawk x reader ; predator/prey elements, implied yandere mihawk, unprotected sex, minimal prep, use of pet names (love, little pet, darling, dear), slight choking, brief mention of overstimulation, creampie : WC — 2.2k

⭑ 𓂃 ꒰ Waxing Gibbous ! ꒱- Kinktober Masterlist

The manor at night was a labyrinth, each turn taking you further and further away from any of the exits. The hallways seemed to stretch longer, the floorboards creaking under your feet as you ran through the desolate hallway.

The dimming candlelight you were holding was doing nothing to help, only illuminating the space a few feet out in front of you. Who’s to say what was lurking in the darkest spots, watching your every move and more than ready to pounce on you.

And you knew he was somewhere.

The man who owned this house had come back from his latest mission to find you reading in his library, curled up like a docile housecat as you blissfully sifted through the pages of the book that held your attention. The attention that should’ve been on him.

Now you were racing through the halls, the sound of your nightgown swishing in time with your frantic pace that couldn’t compare to the sound thumping in your chest, blood rushing through your ears.

You round the corner, and land against something solid, the candle tray you were holding loudly clatters to the floor as you’re roughly pinned up against the wall with a shrill squeak.

“Hello my dear.” Mihawk purrs, his impermeable grip locks you in place so you could hardly move. “You didn’t really think you could escape me, could you?”

“Mihawk—“ You gasp out, a sound which he consumes swiftly, crashing his lips against yours. 

The kiss left you powerless, a divine hunger that has him feasting on you, determined to taste every inch of your mouth. A mix of teeth and tongue that churns your head dizzy, spinning uncontrollably as you part your lips and allow him access to all of his desires.

And he wastes no time, enclosed fists bunching up your nightgown until you hear the distinct rip of fabric in his rush. A shudder runs down his spine as he comes into contact with your bare cunt, gliding his lithe fingers over your slick folds.

“Such a naughty little thing.” He coos down at you, his voice dripping with a chilly condescension that has the hair on your skin rising heavenward. “Leaving yourself ripe for the taking like this. You’re lucky it was me that found you, otherwise I would've killed anyone who dared try it.”

You helplessly whine and squirm, knowing that when he was in a mood like this, you wouldn’t put it past him.

“Just for you-“ You meekly manage to offer out just as two of his fingers bury themselves in you, mercifully preparing you for the real thing.

“Oh darling, of course it is.” Mihawk's gaze sets onto yours, the dwindling candlelight catching the almost voracious intent in his gilded eyes — the eyes of a predator who was about to feast upon the spoils of its prey. “Because you’re mine.”

His fingers swiftly slip out of you and you whimper at the loss, your bottom lip jutting out as he starts to unbutton his breeches. There’s a small shift in his expression, his gaze softening ever so slightly by the crinkle of his eyes as he takes in your pitiful pout. But his hunger prevailed, the canines of his teeth pulling against your lip and dragging it out before releasing it. A warning nip that told you he wasn’t in the mood to cater to your every whim. 

The truth is, he needed you right now. He longed for you to remind him that the world isn’t as cruel as he just experienced it. All the fighting and the bloodshed swirls around his brain and he so desperately wants to cling onto something else, something good, something like you.

The love of his life who indulges his every whim; that lets him hunt you down and take you as he pleases whenever the adrenaline kicks in and he has to burn it off somehow. For someone so cool and collected, you had a nasty little habit of bringing out this side of him. It only fueled his frustrating desires and fed into the primal need to fuck you as soon as he caught you between his hungry jaws.

“Please.” You breathe out, clinging onto him. Mihawk doesn’t wait another second before bullying his cock into you. The stretch was always a lot to take whenever there was minimal prep but he never gave you any time to dwell on it.

His lips found purchase in your neck, sucking and biting away as he bottomed out to hide his own sounds of pleasure. Your mewls were heaven to his ears, basking in the way your angelic cry of his name has him growing impossibly harder. 

There was no way he’d ever want to let you go, not something as good and pure as you were. After so many years of solitude and isolation, the world has provided him a gift he wouldn’t intend on wasting, squeezing  every bit of bliss out of it just to return it tenfold.

The distinct sensation of his beard rubs against your collarbone before Mihawk buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like it was the salvation he had been searching for all this time.

“Absolutely marvelous.” He murmurs, before showing you no mercy. A skilled fighter who never pulled a punch was now unleashing his vicious attacks on your poor cunt. A haze washes over him like it does every time he returns back to you, a primal entity taking hold of his soul as he devours you inch by inch. “You were created for me to claim, to corrupt. Isn’t that right, my dear?”

“Yes.” The mewl bursts from deep within your chest, pleasure coursing through your veins as he begins to rut into you with a possessive desire — fingers clawing into your hips, clinging onto every inch of your divine body.

“Little vixen.” He pants, ragged with need. the dagger that lays on his chest begins to slap against his skin, the cool metal brushing along yours for a fleeting moment. “I don't think I ruined you enough before I left.”

Mihawk hastily spins you around, pushing you against the wall and getting drunk off of the surprise gasp you unleash. You can barely hold yourself up, hands meekly grabbing onto the slots within the stone. but nothing would ground you, the force of his thrusts caused the paintings that hung there to rattle, threatening to fall as he sped up.

“I won't be making that mistake tonight.” Mihawk bites your shoulder, the pinch of his teeth sinking into your skin before his tongue glides over it.

There's no stopping the cries that slip past your lips, letting one of the strongest men take what he needs from you, losing himself into a frenzied madness.

“M-mihawk—“ You pathetically call out, your vision blurring as you feel yourself growing closer to the edge you’re being forcibly thrown off of. 

“Yes? Use your words.” Mihawk presses himself deeper into you, the heat of his desire surrounding you and clouding your mind.

“A-ah! I’m—“ You try to warn him how close you are but he gives you a raspy chuckle. He could always read you like a book, hanging off of your each and every word, knowing exactly how to fill in the blanks.

“Oh I know you’re close. I can feel how tight you’re getting, how your legs tremble with need. You’ve always been a desperate little thing.” He growls gripping onto your hip. “I almost want to give you mercy but you’re not going to finish until I tell you. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes!” You wail out, trying to keep yourself from tumbling over the edge, knowing better than to go against his wishes. He'd only take away your release, not giving you another drop of bliss until he deemed fit.

“Good, that’s my good little pet.” The praise only worsens things — and he knows it. He continues to relentlessly drive into you, the feel of his pulsing cock keeping you split open as he takes everything you give him.

Mihawk grips the front of your throat, using it to pull you back so your head rests on his strong shoulder and causes your back to arch into him. With a slight pressure, he squeezes the area near your panicked pulse, breathing against your ear.

“Poor thing.” You drink up his voice like a shot of spiced rum, letting it burn all the way down your throat and already parched for more. “You’re practically shaking. Do you want to come?”

“Yes! Mihawk, please, I need—“

“Then come.” 

The order leaves you locked up in his embrace, the only place you truly belong. Caged by your desire and his obsession, you let go as your legs finally give out under the weight of your ecstasy. Mihawk collects you in his arms, his fingers dancing along your clit as you ride out your euphoric high.

A mantra of gratitude flows past your lips as you lean on him, entirely dependent on him.

“That’s it, surrender to me.” If you weren’t so gone, you’d be able to hear how wrecked he sounded, impossibly close to his own release. “Your pleasure belongs to me, you belong to me. you’re mine.”

One last forceful snap of his hips and the strongest swordsman in the world spills into you, fingers clawing into you as he unloads everything he’s pent up and saved just for you.

The same hands that have spent the last week doing the most unspeakable things now gently caress your back with a gracefulness forged from his deep admiration for you. Mihawk lifts you up, safely cradling you in his arms as he takes you back to your shared bedroom.

The room that felt so dark and disturbed in his absence breathes in a new life as the moonlight filters throughout it, casting everything in a heavenly glow as you properly reunite with your lover.

Mihawk doesn’t waste another moment as he lays you down in the bed, slipping himself back into you as he peppers your body with kisses. The pace he sets is slow, letting the slight bite of overstimulation roll over into a new path of pleasure, your body beginning to crave his once again.

You’re not sure how much time passes as he stays nestled in your cunt, murmuring the softest of praises with his deep, raspy voice. The man had come to claim you in a rapture that left you breathless, patiently waiting for you to return back down to him before resuming his conquest.

The sporadic fluttering of your walls gives him the go ahead, your head lifting up ever so slightly upon the plush, silk pillows that adorned your shared bed. A brief moment of silent communication, eyes expressing far more than words could ever say as the two of you were linked by the harmonious beat of your hearts.

Mihawk slowly rears his hips back, agonizingly so as his length leaves your cunt, feeling a sense of emptiness and need before he abruptly snaps them forward, once, twice, thrice. Each time burying himself deeper into you, his cock nudging its way in until he’s fully bottomed out. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the Warlord of the Sea had come to steal away all the oxygen you held in your lungs, the blood that ran through your veins, every single thought that’s ever crossed your mind.

He had you in his clutches. Mind, body, and soul.

Luckily, it went both ways.

“My love.” He gasps out, towering over you as you sink deeper into the mattress. Beads of sweat trail down his face, his necklace dangling before you. His fingers curl around your chin, moving you so your attention falls back to his mesmerizing eyes. “Are you still with me?”

You give a delirious nod. The earlier round had been much more heated, no room to stop as he took you against the walls. But now, back in the sanctuary of your shared bedroom, he melts into you.

“‘m here.” You slur, drowsiness starting to seep into you. But you didn’t want to stop, you couldn’t — not until he was satisfied. Your fingers trail along his face, twirling the slightly overgrown beard between your fingers. “And you need to shave.”

Mihawk laughs lowly, his cock twitching in you at the sudden sweet domesticity. He truly had been away from home for too long and missed your tender and caring nature.“Let’s worry about that after, hmm?” He leans down to kiss your neck, slowly. Taking his time as his lips press along your skin, leaving little marks as he goes. “I'm far from being done with you.”

tags : @thesunxwentblack @autumnstuffs @bontensh0e

[depravedangelbaby]

oooo boy I am DAYDREAMING fuck

[vacantgodling]

ngl i get that people hype up hating writing for the bit but like. idk. yall i Do actually really like writing. it is so satisfying and fun and rewarding and i get to look back what i made over and over again and get joy every single time.

yes writing is hard but if you hate it more than you love it im kinda like. idk. find another hobby?

[preeningpisces]

so, um, er, Laios

[maddgical-boy]

here's a little reminder that no one can read your mind or see your "weird" or "bad" thoughts and daydreams! mind readers are not real, and your inner world is entirely private. your thoughts and daydreams are not embarrassing or bad, and they do not define your morality!

everyone who keeps saying shit like "sounds like something a mind reader would say" or "mind readers are real actually" i will eat you to death and enjoy every minute of it. not the time or place

[lacemyribbons]

“I am a relentless dreamer, fixating on every detail like a painter lost in the strokes of my own masterpiece, where passion blurs the lines between love and obsession.”

[schwarzgeier]

Am I aware that Replika units probably power on perfectly everytime and are built for efficiency? Yes.

Is that gonna stop me, from headcanoning Falke as a non-morning person? N o.

[teddybeartoji]

toji sits up against the headboard of your shared bed. he's not wearing a shirt (he never sleeps with a shirt on) and he's reading his dorky little glasses (you don't call them dorky in front of him though). he's so focused on his flip phone that he doesn't notice you crawling up right beside him. snaking your hands around his middle, you peek at what he's doing.

a text message to shiu.

"kys"

...

you crane your neck to look at your boyfriend and he stares back with the most casual look on his face. "what?"

he's so serious. he's not kidding. he shuts off the phone and throws it onto the small bedside table before turning back to you. his big arms wrap around you, pulling you right into his warm chest. he looks so handsome with the glasses on.

"you're so mean. what did shiu do to you?" you fake a pout and he flicks your forehead (lovingly, of course).

"told me to come to work early." he laughs at the way you squirm in his hold, gasping and huffing at his antics. you bury your face into him in order to escape his teasing. "but y'd die if i did that, hm?"

he's not wrong. you hate when he goes to work, you wish you could just stay with him. be with him. at all times.

"whatever."

he hums ands you feel your world shake. after afew quiet seconds, you whisper into his skin. "we can go to that pancake place tomorrow then?"

"what happened to 'whatever', sweetheart?"

you hear the dumb grin in his voice and beatiful butterflies fill your stomach. "yes, i would die. can we please go to the pancake place tomorrow?"

locking eyes with him, you stare into his mossy eyes through his glasses. a birthmark greets you, inviting you even closer and closer as you admire him. he really does look good.

toji counts the freckles on your skin, the moles, the scars, and thinks about how sweet you are. he hopes you never stop being a little brat. "that's what i had in mind, yeah."

the golden lighting from the lamp beside him paints him in the most comfortable lighting. his tan looks godly and it's hard to believe that you can really call him yours. but you can. he already made s reservation at the cute little pancake restaurant. he wants to watch your eyes twinkle as you stare at the stack of goodies in front of you.

(he wants you to look at him the same way.)

(you always do.)