#i love our married boys.

[kamal-nayan]

Harivamsha purana Ch 67

"I am known in the world as your servant; why then, O most excellent Lady, dost you not command me as before"

Krishna referring to himself as her servant and asking why isn't devi satyabhama commanding him as before is soo sweet of him😭😭 like our boy is soo in love!

also he loves being commanded by satyabhama and he takes pride in it as well!

[bakudekublogblog]

kacchan really is so funny for being like BUT WHAT ABOUT BAKUDEKU CANON when he finds out izuku is quirkless

[crayoncat-works]

do not try this at home

please see the full-ver of the image, the brush i use makes smaller images look so crunchy ugh

[dollypopup]

'colin needs to grovel' 'colin should suffer' 'pen can't let him off easy'

please, his mother in law is about to be PORTIA, doesn't the man have enough curses in his life?

[nicnacsnonsense]

You know, I think Clark and Lex’s relationship really could have benefited from a safe word. Something either of them could have said to the other to communicate “your current line of inquiry is infringing on my privacy in a way I cannot elaborate on without further compromising my privacy, so I need you to redirect or drop it.”

[bent-penny]

I've been thinking about my Cuphead AU again. I'm also thinking that everyone knew that Mac and Cuphead were dating before Cuphead did.

Like he never realized he could like someone until he asked Mugman if he felt nervous or if his knees felt weak whenever he was with his best friend and Mugman just liked at him all confused.

Mac is one of Cuphead's favorite people. That fact alone makes Cuphead embarrassed to say. Being venerable and opening up isn't the easiest thing for Cuphead, but he makes sure the people that he loves know how much he cares about them. In his own way.

Mac is perfectly aware of how much he loves Cuphead. He's known that he's loved him since the second grade and always thought that Cuphead knew too but he didn't.

They hold hands and kiss but Cuphead never figured out they have been going steady for almost half thier lives until Mac told him. He and Mac are just sitting under a tree together one afternoon and Cuphead turns to Mac and asks him "are we in love?" Or "are we dating?" And Mac doesn't even turn to him or stop what he's doing and just goes "we sure are!" So happily.

It takes Cuphead a second to process and he just ends up with the biggest smile on his face. "Oh....neat!" He says.

[shir0ch4ns-art]

A random thought I had at work today was the fact that I never realized my sexuality growing up because of religion.... but not in the way you think.

Growing up it wasn't a very religious household but religion was still there (kinda christian/catholic vibes but leaning more christian) but one thing was very apparent-sex before marriage is bad™️. So my little young self was like, ok boss, and just never felt the need or urge for sex...for like...the entirety of my educational life. Like ever. Even after being like well sex isn't as big of a sin as they say but yeah no I don't want/need it. The whole time I thought my celibacy was a choice because I didn't know asexuals existed. I didn't even know the word until my husband pointed it out while we were still dating in college. He fucking gave me the word and identity when I thought something was wrong with me because I wasn't acting normal according to my parents. My religious parents who told me sex was bad as a kid and didn't expect the child to follow through on this into adulthood. Who thought I'd probably have multiple secret boyfriends or have had sex with at least the only one I've managed to get by some goddang miracle by this point. And when I said no and that I never dated anyone they discreetly and sometimes blatantly called me weird or odd and I'm just like????am I not being a good christian girl, the fuck????do you WANT me to have premarital sex????

So anyway ace people also get harrased by religious parents just in a different and vastly confusing way ✌️

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

fdjkf i can't believe how easily they've gotten me entirely on board for a memory loss subplot of all things, but they're having this play out in a way that is SO fitting for what this show has been, and such a neat recap/trip down memory lane for the past eleven weeks, that i can't help but really really love it. it's so stupid and goofy!! and that's exactly why i've enjoyed this show as a whole so much, so what even is this if not playing to their strengths. via memory loss subplot

[nekomamiiz]

𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲

"what do you think, darling? shall we go out or stay in for the night?"

"i think you already know my answer to that question, tetsu."

[connormoving]

somebody in the comments of that post said 'its like falling in love with a girl at summercamp knowing youll never see her again" this ones for the 3+ girls i fell in love with as a child only to never see them again

[did-you-fall-for-a-shooting-star]

So the surprise that Mnt Boy has been hyping up for TWO months now. Are you ready for this? Was a LEGO MINI FIGURE of ME

AND it has accessories, a book (because I like books) and a yellow butterfly (because 1. I like yellow 2. I like butterflies and 3. The most magical moment of my life was hiking with him and suddenly being surrounded by a group of yellow butterflies). AND ALSO, he got a second outfit for it incase I didnt like the first one he chose

He is so goofy. And so sweet and caring. God I love him and his lego obsession 🥹😊❤️

[sirpeppersto]

my ring is in a nearby city auuuu pls can i just go pick it up i want it nowwwwwwwwww

[macksting]

“Everybody experiences that” says mother who is closeted trans

"everybody experiences that" says mother who has the same symptom of the same mental illness

[m00sebaby]

just having a bit of a ramble dont mind me

[kbwrites]

Heated Waters

synopsis: being married is hard, being married without seeing each other is even harder.

⚝ content: Hiromi Higuruma x F! Reader, nsfw, bathtub sex, fingering, Hiromi neglects his wife, but boy does he make up for it

⚝ wc: 1.9k

“Yeah we do it pretty much every day.”

Satoru said, taking a leisurely sip of his water. His pale face alight with mischief, a shit-eating grin across his lips. His three coworkers stared at him in (jealousy) disbelief.

Suguru was the first to break the silence, wanting to save face “Everyday is a bit much, isn’t it, Satoru?”

Satoru chuckled, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he watched his friend squirm. "What about you guys? How often do our married friends get it in?" His gaze flickered to Nanami, who cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, his eyes fixed on the steam rising from his coffee cup.

“Twice a week, I suppose…”

Satoru's smile widened, clearly entertained by the responses he was drawing out. He then turned his attention to the oldest among them, Hiromi Higuruma, who was carefully straightening his tie, a subtle attempt to avoid eye contact.

“What about you, Higuruma?”

“Your wife, (Y/N) is a little younger than you, right? C’mon Higuruma-San…She a total freak?” Satoru teased.

Hiromi's jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as his grip on his coffee cup tightened. He took a slow, measured breath, his voice strained but controlled when he finally spoke.

“Please don’t talk about my wife like that.”

But Satoru, ever the instigator, didn’t back down. “It’s just us guys riiggght? And I can’t lie Higuruma, you’re one lucky guy. (Y/N) is a catch.”

Nanami nodded in agreement, as did Suguru, though both seemed to sense the discomfort growing in Hiromi. The older man could only sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the conversation.

It was true—you were everything he could have ever wanted in a partner. Beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted—his perfect match. If heaven existed, Hiromi was certain you’d be the only one worthy of it.

But long nights in the office, and early mornings preparing for court would take a toll on any relationship. The truth was… Hiromi hadn’t touched you in over a month. By the time he came home—you were fast asleep, and weekends were spent running the mountain of errands you couldn’t get to during the week. You loved each other of course, but it was hard. A month without feeling the warmth of your husband's hands all over your skin was starting to weigh heavily on both of you.

“You don’t have to answer Higuruma-san..” Nanami chimed in, sensing his elder colleague’s discomfort.

“Over a month.” Hiromi exhaled, the truth slipping out before he could stop it.

The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in.

“WHAT?” Gojo audibly gasps. “Your wife looks like THAT and you haven’t f—”

Suguru swiftly cut him off with a well-placed elbow to the chest. “Satoru… leave Higuruma alone.” The long-haired male warns. “Still, that is surprising.”

“I know I know..” Higuruma pinches his bridge. He wanted nothing more than to have his wife under him… on top of him. But the endless stream of work kept him trapped in a cycle of exhaustion. “I’ve been so busy I can’t even remember the last time I actually spoke to her properly.”

Suguru offered an apologetic smile. “Sounds like you need a break.”

“Sounds like you need some puss—” Nanami quickly elbowed Satoru in the chest before he could finish his sentence.

Hiromi shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle as he ran a hand through his dark locks, clearly frustrated with himself. “I appreciate your concern, guys, but I don’t see how I can take a break right now. I have so much work to do, and I’m the only one who knows how to handle all of it.”

“Higuruma-San. Satoru will take care of the paperwork for you.” Nanami suggested with a deadpan expression.

“HUH?” Satoru blurted out, clearly caught off guard by the sudden assignment.

“Yeah,” Nanami continued, ignoring Satoru’s protest. “It’s not like he actually does any work around here anyway.”

Suguru smirked, nodding in agreement. “That’s true. You might as well make yourself useful, Satoru.”

Before Hiromi could protest, the trio moved in unison—Suguru grabbing Hiromi’s briefcase, Nanami steering him toward the door, and Satoru sighing dramatically as he resigned himself to the task.

“Are… are you boys sure about this? I don’t want to burden you–”

“Nonsense! Go home and take care of your wife!”

Hiromi placed his briefcase by the door, his tie feeling suddenly too tight around his neck. He loosened it with a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around. The familiar scent of home greeted him. It was comforting yet bittersweet, a reminder of all the moments he had missed. The living room was tidy, the soft hum of the dishwasher running in the kitchen. You had clearly been busy, taking care of the house as you always did, even when he wasn’t around.

“Honey?” Hiromi calls out to you, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness.

Frowning, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before making his way down the hall. As he approached the bathroom, he noticed a faint light seeping out from under the door, accompanied by the sound of water gently lapping against the tub.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened the door.

The sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat. There you were, reclining in the bathtub, your eyes closed, head resting on the edge as steam rose around you. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm, serene light over your features.

You looked so peaceful, so beautiful—that it almost hurt to look at you. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he took in the sight, but the guilt and longing only deepened. How long had it been since he’d taken the time to appreciate you like this? Since he’d been able to just… be with you?

You opened your eyes, gaze meeting your husband as he leaned against the door frame.

“Hiromi?” you murmured, your voice soft, almost questioning, as if unsure whether he was really there or just a figment of your imagination.

“Hey Honey…” his voice equally soft, as he took a tentative step closer. The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around him, melting away some of the day’s stress.

“You’re home early.” You muse, looking at him as you rested your arms on the tub. He doesn’t respond, just walks towards you with purposeful steps.

Hiromi stares down at you with half-lidded eyes.“The guys decided I need a break.” He paused, his breath hitching slightly as he continued, “Can I join you?” A playful smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Only if you take off your clothes this time.”

A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he unbuttons his dress shirt, letting each article of clothing fall to the tile floor. As he finally sheds his boxers before settling behind you. You exhaled softly, the tension you’d been holding onto for weeks dissipating as you sank into your husband’s embrace.

Hiromi didn’t waste a moment, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck, placing lazy, lingering kisses along the curve where your shoulder met your throat. His breath was warm against your skin, his kisses slow and unhurried, as if savoring every second, every inch of you.

His hands weren’t idle either, tracing gentle patterns along your stomach, moving upwards to cup your breasts with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. He nipped lightly at your earlobe, his voice a husky murmur, “I’ve missed you… more than you know.”

“Missed you too ‘Romi..” Your voice trembling as the almost foreign heat began to pool in your core.

Deft fingers teased your nipples, rolling and pinching—eliciting a soft moan from your lips as your body arched into his touch. Your hand reached back, tangling in his dark locks, pulling him closer as his lips traveled down to your shoulder, his other hand snaking under the water to your aching cunt.

“ahhhh… s-shitt..” You cry out as Hiromi’s fingers slowly circle your swollen bud. His touch light, teasing.

“Thirty-two days… I’m so sorry m’love.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he slips a slender digit into your entrance. Your walls flutter immediately around the intrusion, as he gently pumped into you.

He adds another finger, curling up to the spot he had neglected all those weeks. He extended his thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back against him, feeling his cock twitch against your ass.

“Hiro…” you moan, reaching behind for him, but he bites down lightly on your shoulder.

“Not yet, pretty girl, want you t’cum first okay?”

He whispers as he feels your gummy walls clench around him.

He speeds up his ministrations, digits stuffing your cunt as your pussy throbs and squelches. Your whimpers echo around the tiled walls, water lapping around your bodies.

You feel the pressure building as each thrust of his long fingers brush against your g-spot.

“g-gonna cum!”

“Cum f’me sweetheart please—god… need it so bad.” Hiromi mumbles as he pumps even faster.

“a-ahh!” you cry as you reach your high, walls clenching as you cum on your husband’s hand. He removes his fingers from you, moving to gently circle your clit as you come down from your orgasm.

You both stay there for a moment, your heavy breathing the only sound occupying the space, mingling with the gentle slosh of water against the porcelain tub. Hiromi’s arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you closer.

Slowly, he lifted you, the warm water swirling around you both as he maneuvered you to face him, settling you on his lap. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your knees pressing against the cool sides of the tub.

You straddled Hiromi, your bodies now fully aligned, chest to chest. Your husband's dark, half-lidded eyes bore into yours, his expression a mixture of raw need and unspoken tenderness. He let his hands rest on your waist for a moment, thumbs tracing gentle circles against your damp skin as he took in the sight of you.

“I don’t know how I’ve stayed away from you for so long…” his voice breaking slightly as if the admission pained him.

Your breath hitched as you shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the tension between you intensify. Hiromi’s hands slid up your sides, his touch deliberate and slow, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as his lips finally found yours. The kiss was deep, full of hunger that had been simmering between you both for far too long.

His grip on your waist tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a dance that left you dizzy with need.

Breaking the kiss, Hiromi leaned his forehead against yours, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

“I won’t make that mistake again.”

Without a word, he rose from the tub, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. Water cascaded down your bodies, pooling at your feet as he carried you toward the bedroom, his lips trailing wet kisses down the side of your neck.

He laid you gently onto the bed, your back sinking into the soft silken sheets, but Hiromi didn’t waste any time. His gaze darkening as he climbed over you, his body hovering just above yours, his eyes drinking you in like a man starved.

“I’m going to make up for every second I’ve missed.”

[connectionxterminated]

A letter to her. I'm sorry. ;; An IRL shift, aka, me, Abraham Woodhull, pining.

I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t see myself. I see the ghost of what I used to be. I see a shadow of my past. The past that always seems to linger longer than I wish it would. If I could take it all back I would. I’m so very sorry I never had enough time to love you. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the life you wanted to live. I’m sorry things are so much different now than what it was when we were kids. I still love you. I always have. But things have changed. If I could I would spend the rest of my life with you. I would have ran away with you and we could have started a new life. If I could hold you close for one last time and tuck your head under my chin and wrap my arms around you, I would. You mean more to me than anyone else. I’m sorry I broke my promise and couldn’t give you the life I have always wanted to give you. I’m sorry I’m bound to a woman my brother was intended to marry before he died at my hands. I’m sorry it’s so difficult for you and I to be together when it’s just out of reach. Being with me is like dancing with the devil. Unpredictable and never certain. I’m sorry we never had the chance to have that life you’ve always wanted. If I could change it all, I would.