#idc if they’re instant

[janieceidk]

chat, I had the best noodles of my life today

[fi3stazo]

watch me make this man my entire personality

[theladyofskeletons]

Me having certain expectations when I hear the names of the songs Bodies by Sex Pistols & Body And Blood by Ghost VS the said expectations being met by an Phoenix, Arizona based folk punk band

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓔𝓣𝓔𝓝��� 𝓣𝓞 𝓑𝓔 𝓐𝓢𝓛𝓔𝓔𝓟 𝓐𝓡𝓞𝓤𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓜 & 𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓡 𝓒𝓗𝓘𝓛𝓓𝓡𝓔𝓝 feat. JUJUTSU KAISEN!

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ characters: gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento & geto suguru!

warnings! sfw, dad!au, all characters written age 22+, f!reader (they’re referred to as ‘mommy’) ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! guys i literally found these hcs written & finished at the very bottom of my drafts so i’m posting idc, theyre v old & short so they may suck but pls accept my love!

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU

you hear him gossiping to your daughter who’s only a toddler when they return home, hearing her gasp dramatically at his words as they get closer. “sweet thi— oh?” gojo cuts himself off, followed by a few seconds of silence before you hear him whisper “hm, looks like mommy’s all tired out, princess. maybe we should just forget movie night and eat dessert before dinner.”

his words are goading and you try to hide the pout on your lips when they’re followed by a few of his heavy footsteps as he approaches you, like he’s trying to size you up for a reaction — looking for it as he pays careful attention to your features like he doesn’t have ever inch of you mapped out by memory.

it seems like an instant before they’re by the side of the couch, crouching down slightly to place a gentle kiss to your cheek, soft despite the way his lips linger on the skin as they move against you — enough for you to be able to feel the signature smirk you can only assume paints his pretty features right.

“really, sweet girl? i thought you knew me better than to pretend to be asleep.” gojo drawls and you almost jolt when he whips the blanket off of you with a gasp. “awake? all this time? princess i just don’t think they wanted to watch movies with us.” his tone laced with teasing as his lips curl into a smug grin — while you watch him turn to your daughter with a hand on his hip, yes you’re roped into it, not that you’re complaining.

✩ ˛˚ . ITADORI YUUJI

you hear their shared footsteps running up the hall as you quickly pull the blanket over your body, closing your eyes just as they burst through the door, closely followed by a gasp from your husband before you hear your son copy him — you always found it charming the way he truly seen him as his idol.

“oh no, mommy’s asleep so we gotta be quiet okay?” yuuji whisper shouts, a smaller voice piping up after with a just as excitable “bu’ you said we should never sleep with no goodnigh’ kiss.” your son tries to whisper back and you want to laugh at how loud they’re both talking while also trying to be quiet.

“you’re right! good job remembering!” you’re trying your best to bite back the smile you can feel twitch at your lips — the interaction making you feel warm in the best sort of way, but you hear them both begin to approach you before there’s a suspicious silence and you wonder if you’ve been caught.

“okay you go first then i’ll go!” you finally hear your husband say and you want to smile when you feel your sons lips press against your cheek before he pulls away again, whispering as he does “goodnigh’ mommy” followed by yuuji’s shortly after with a “goodnight baby.” hearing them leave after with a very quiet high five “wanna play a game now?”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO

you hear your husband’s chuckle as he returns home from picking up your daughter from school, your daughter rambling about what she learned before they enter the living room, noticing you asleep on the couch before nanami shushes her gently.

“how about you tell me all about it in the kitchen, princess? let’s let your mom rest.” he grumbles and it’s silent for a moment until you hear a cabinet close, feeling the familiar touch of your husbands lips on your skin when he leans down to place a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“sleep well, sweetheart.” nanami breathes, calloused thumb smoothing over your cheek soothingly incase he woke you, but allowing your daughter to kiss the same place he did before she’s copying her dads movements and tracing over the same spot with her smaller hand.

“that’s it, good job, princess. you want to help daddy make them some tea?” he grumbles, followed by a whispered “yes” before they move quietly to the kitchen.

✩ ˛˚ . FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

it’s quiet when you hear megumi and your daughter return home from school, her smaller hand still wrapped in his bigger one as he carries her pink bag pack over his shoulder with a pout on his lips (he knows he spoils her).

but as soon as they meet your figure draped so dreamily on the couch, pretending to be asleep — all sound dies down before you’re only met with light shuffling, the noise accompanied by the feeling of a soft blanket being draped over you a few moments later.

“like this.” megumi whispers, tucking it underneath you gently, he’s being careful not to wake you and you can’t deny the way it makes your heart swell. but not as much as it does when you feel the same movements on the other side — except by a smaller pair of hands this time and you can almost imagine the soft, proud smile on his face with the little. “is mommy warm now?”

your daughter tries to whisper, the sound comes out a little louder than intended, but you don’t mind when you hear your husband huff out a laugh after. “almost.” megumi hums, silence following his words before you feel him rest his lips along your forehead a few moments later with a soft breath. “there, perfect.”

✩ ˛˚ . GETO SUGURU

you hear the gentle of hum of geto’s soft laugh as he returns home with your daughter after the school run, both of their shared footsteps shuffling down the hallway as you work to quickly make yourself look comfortable on the couch. you lie back, pulling the blankets up to your chin just a few moments before their careful steps stop in the doorway, followed by a gentle shhh from your dark haired boyfriend as you hear them both fall silent.

“is mommy sleeping?” your daughter asks before it’s followed by a set of heavy steps—confirming that’s it’s exactly who you think it is when you sense his presence squat down at the side of the couch as his dark eyes probably settle on your features.

“seems that way.” geto grunts and you give it a few moments, hoping he hasn’t picked up on your little act before you feel his fingertips brush along your cheek, followed by a sigh before he’s falling into his place beside you softly. he moves you carefully until you’re pressed in his lap and you feel his other arm raise as your daughter asks “what’re you doing?” despite the way she approaches anyway.

“hm? i think i should get to cuddle with my favourite girls. cmeer.” and you think maybe you should keep up your little act a while longer as you nuzzle yourself into his chest with a content sigh when his lips press softly against your temple. but then he speaks against your skin and you can’t help the way you have to bite back a grin. “you really think you can trick me, pretty girl? i thought you knew me better than that.”

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[joelsfavouritegirl]

back with some husband!joel headcanons bcs wdym he’s not real and not my husband and not eager to see me after a long day at work???

. such a fucking gentleman, i’ve said this before a million times but his gentlemanliness literally doubles after you get married. opening the door? he’s already done it for you, cooking? he can’t cook for shit but he’s still gonna try his best. oh and don’t even try to open a jar or can or whatever or he’ll shove you gently and open it for you in .5 seconds and press a sweet kiss to your head as he returns to whatever he was doing previously

. admires ya’lls wedding rings way too much. joel’s most probably not the typa guy to wear jewellery but that ring? he’s never taking it off not in your wildest dreams. also while he does like admiring it on his own finger he likes seeing it even more on yours. the thought of any guy searching for a ring on your finger bcs they’re hoping you’re not taken just so they can ask you out and finding that the pretty metal on your finger does in fact show that you’re married makes him wanna kiss you and marvel at you for the thousandth time and take you home and fuck you into the mattress because no other guy could know you as well as he does<33

. will get offended if anyone refers to u as “the ball and chain”. like that’s his wife ain’t nobody gonna talk shit about his girl because that’s the woman he married and he chose and he loves and the thought of anyone thinking you’re a burden on him just pisses him off even more (if anything he’d think that he’s the ball and chain but that’s just his insecurity talking)

. looks scary. like let’s b real joel is an intimidating guy (especially post apocalypse) and most people probably don’t feel very….. comfortable talking to him??? when in reality he warms up when you get to know him but it’s still weird seeing people looking nervous around your husband because there’s literally no reason to be???

. no reason to be nervous around him except if you touch anyone he cares about (especially his girl). any guy even hinting that he’s checking you out? joel’s brows are already furrowed and he’s slipping his arm around you even tighter just to make sure you’re tucked safely into him. any guy tries to make a move? he’ll let you handle it, but if the guy starts being pushy??? that same guy will be booking it out of whichever place he’s in because the 1.91m dude who’s standing in front of the pretty girl he was just talking to looks like he’s about to break his arm and shove it up his ass in an instant

. gets more touchy after you’re married. also feels more familiar with your family and wants to melt when he sees you talking with his so casually. like can you not see that the smile he’s trying to hide so badly is bcs you’re bickering with tommy about why the hunger games books were so much better than the movies and he feels so comfortable seeing that you’re so comfortable around his family

love this man to the moon and to saturn, he’s my rough texan bbg and idc what anyone has to say about it<333

[alexiethymia]

little things about hitsuhina and ginran I love (design-wise)

how kubo really designed them to be complementary

in the manga, rangiku’s hair is golden while gin’s hair is silver. even when they changed their hair color to strawberry blonde in the anime, they also changed her eyes from blue to silver-grey

even when gin defects, you have his white arrancar outfit with the aqua-blue sash, which complements rangiku’s black shihakusho and blush-pink scarf. it’s quite striking in the colored manga.  

the snake and virgin motif between the two of them, and even hades and persephone, I mean the both of them are also virgos (seriously the fact that they have the same birthday, and they count it on the day they met, they’re such soulmates)

the association of autumn and winter with the both of them (their favorite foods are dried persimmons, and rangiku most often remembers gin with snow)

you wouldn’t normally think that they have thematic links with their zanpakuto unlike say hitsugaya and hinamori with their ice and fire elements, but the fact that gin is also associated with foxes, and haineko’s hilt looks a bit like a fox is very cute to me (EDIT: Apparently, they do have a connection with their zanpakuto! Upon the reread, it seems that Shinsou’s bankai isn’t about how long or fast it contracts, rather it turns to dust for an instant, the moment it expands and contracts. Dust and Ash, wow. I don’t know if Kubo really planned all these out, but idc, I still love these bits and pieces.)

hitsugaya and hinamori are pretty obvious - smol to her tol, cold white snow to her earthy brown, ice and fire

despite hitsugaya’s element, I often associate them with spring and summer, especially since summer is when hinamori would visit home and they’d eat watermelon together

although both hitsugaya and rukia have ice as their element, their thematic connections with their respective childhood friends differ enough.

this is best reflected in hitsugaya’s and renji’s duet about their childhood friends. renji associates himself with dirt and being a stray, while he associates rukia with purity and the cleanness of snow. he’s a howling dog who longs for the moon, and one of rukia’s most famous attacks is tsukishiro or white moon. red and white are their colors.

hitsugaya meanwhile personifies the coldness of ice, while he considers hinamori’s smile and laughter to have been a “spring breeze” which warmed him

color-names and flower-names: there’s also slight symmetry as to their names. both gin’s and hitsugaya’s (or nick)names can refer to their hair colors (silver, white) while rangiku and momo’s names refer to flowers. rangiku or chrysanthemums are supposed to represent truth, and well we all know what gin is like. meanwhile, peach blossoms are spring flowers, while toshiro has the character for ‘winter’ in his first name. plum blossoms (or the ‘ume’ in tobiume), meanwhile, also bloom in late winter and early spring

[miraitenshi]

Get to Know me Tag Game🪽

Thanks for the tag @jiraidere <3 idk who to tag so if u wanna join in feel free & tag me in ur post so I can check it out 💗🪽I added extra stuff cuz I’m just curious about it & would love to know hehe

Name:

Mirai

Your Dream in life:

Ive always knew my life dream since I was very young. I’d love to because a fashion designer and have my own Jirai clothing and accessories brand. I already have so many designs sketched up and I want to attend a fashion school to get the experience before opening my own brand and business. It’s my passion and the only thing keeping me alive rn. No one has ever supported my ideas but idc cuz I believe in myself.

Fav Movie:

Any despicable me/minion movie I LOVEEEEE MINIONS SO MUCH

Fav Food:

Instant noodles & sprite <3

Fav animal:

Red panda & just pandas in general

Fav Music:

Visual Kei, Jpop, Kpop, KRnB

Fav Colour:

Pink, Black, Purple & Blue (I can’t pick one)

MBTI:

umm idk but I will find out and change this 🙏🏼🫡

Height/Age:

5’7 & 22 years old

Zodiac:

Capricorn

Tattoos:

I love tattoos on other ppl but I’d never get them myself cuz I know I’ll regret it and I don’t like the idea of someone using that machine on me lol

Piercings:

I have one on each of my ear lobes I’d loveeee to get more on my ears but they’re too small and I have no room and if I did it they would fall out or get infected:(

[insanitybl00m]

random death family love languages because I feel like it

Philza- Oh for sure Gift giving. You think his bird brain doesn’t see gifts from his loved ones as shinies? You’re wrong. Missa’s paintings that Missa loves leaving for him? Instant cooing, any flower tallulah gives him? In a backpack instantly being named the date tallulah gave it to him. Chayanne gives him food? Same thing as tallulah. Bro doesn’t wanna eat anything other than avacado toast because he thinks it’s so special his kid cooks for him. Also he loves giving gifts, he gave Wilbur a guitar, he gives Missa literally anything he asks for, oh your armour is not great here *whips out full diamond armour enchanted and everything*, tallulah wants a pet, of course IF IT WONT KILL YOU (because he’s paranoid af), Chayanne needs new cooking things? Oh I don’t understand any of this but here take all this iron and raw crab meat I got.

Missa- my man is a words of affirmation king. (Also def some physical touch mixed in there but hey one can have both (it’s me I’m both)). Bro is just complimenting his husband 24/7. Always with the pet names and compliments. Like even with his kids he’s so affectionate with his words. But physical touch is a later thing. He’s not used to being close to others, he’s not used to being able to show off his affections. So when Philza firsts reciprocates his constant need for closeness he doesn’t even hesitate. You don’t know where Missa is but both he and Phil are awake? He’s tucked underneath Phil’s wing clinging to the warmth of his husband. But enough about Pissa this is death FAMILY after all. He is constantly giving Chayanne hugs, “you cooked me something? Oh my god thank you so much, you’re so good at cooking.” And then instantly gives Chay a hug. Tallulah gives him an amapola, compliments and then a hug. Getting the two of them to fall asleep? Papa Missa always sings them the best lullabies and then hugs them close before they fall asleep.

Tallulah- My Queen. My heart. Gift giving and Quality time. She always gives everyone an amapola to let them know she likes them and she trusts them. Quality time is something she only realized she craved after Wilbur left. Seeing how much time Philza and Chayanne gave her made her feel special and loved. So when Missa finally met her and instantly just spent time with her without any pressure for her to instantly claim him as her new father she was like yep ‘Apa’. Wilbur and her spent so much time together that first few weeks so like yeah quality time.

Chayanne- Gift giving like Philza and Physical Touch like Missa. That poor boy is so clingy with his Papa Missa, he definitely just attached to him whenever he is around. Tallulah is charging ahead, defending Missa and Chayanne is just hugging Missa. And yk gift giving because he loves giving the food he cooks to people.

Wilbur (because he’s a part of death family too, idc (it was harder because Q!wilbur has not been around much but I did it anyway)) — words of affirmation. The amount of nicknames he gave Tallulah is proof. Like yeah there’s so many nicknames on the fandom wiki page (not a great source but mirahaze wiki isn’t fully up to date yet (go update the wiki kings you can help <3) but they’re really good about nicknames in a way that the mirahaze wiki isn’t yet). my man calls his daughter stuff like “my light”, “mi amor”, “mi niña”, “honey”, “darling”, “bundle of sunshine”, “Pequeño huevo”, “lullah”, and “little lullah”. THATS NOT EVEN ALL OF THEM LMAOOOOO.

anyway I’m done now :3

[polygamousfistingchaos]

I’m so sorry that happened to you :(, *hugs*

Tbh idc if transx people send me hate or death threats because they won’t be posted, I’ll just screenshot them and laugh about it with people because it’s funny how they think they’re one of us

It's okay. It just gives me more to show people on how that community is awful.

My instant reaction to things is just ang er so it's hard for me to laugh at it ajxjwjx

[surferbooty]

byf ⚠️

occasional weird kinks / irl content ahoy! i’ll try tagging & adding content warnings

things i’m into: bratting, spanking, petplay, mommy/daddy (as titles), etc

i’m hypersexual meaning i might talk about certain kinks/scenarios obsessively, this blog is my playground!

i’m a selfshipper so i’ll likely yap about stuff between my inserts and f/os

idc about tagging nsfw text posts (unless they’re my own) so follow at your own risk

i’m aspec meaning i might disappear and reappear on this blog at complete random, again, follow at your own risk

i’m over 25 and i trust my own judgement on what i think is and isn’t ok for me to post here (unless it’s genuinely problematic and/or actively hurting real people), i believe fiction affects reality, but at other times i feel fictional boundaries can be pushed and bent to certain extents to one’s personal liking, just because certain things should be taken seriously irl doesn’t necessarily mean those same concerns must be applied to every element of fiction with equal levels of intensity, please be reasonable, unfollow/block if you don’t agree

since it’s happened to me before, ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS INTERACTING WITH MY CONTENT WHATSOEVER, IT’S AN INSTANT BLOCK IF YOU DO 🔞

to everyone else: let’s have some fun‼️

[sunnystrawb]

“women are emotional” have you ever seen an angry man? ever?

[sugardustedcherry]

𝑅𝐸𝒞𝐼𝒫𝑅𝒪𝒞𝐼𝒯𝒴;

pairing: frank castle x black!reader

rating: M.

warnings: smut, slight degradation, public sex, oral (m receiving), some light other stuff, minors dni

word count: 2.9k, excuse any mistakes bc idc!!

summary: after a bad day, frank does his best to cheer you up. in return, you give him some lovin.

frank hears the jingle of your keys before you come in. you stand at the door for a couple of seconds, which gives him pause enough that he lowers the television before you enter, overwhelmed with bags. he takes them from you and you thank him with a sweet smile, but he can see your fatigue quite clearly. the low slump of your shoulders, the tension in your spine and your strained steps jump out at him, begging him to take care of you.

he frowns, disliking seeing you this downtrodden. you’re oblivious to it, running to the sink and rolling your sleeves up to wash your hands. when he sets all the bags down, you immediately descend on them, sorting through each one. the speed you’re moving at reminds him of a little hummingbird, fluttering around your kitchen in a flurry of limbs. you’re ignoring all the signals your body is sending you to sit and relax. if this is how you’ve been going on all day, you’ll collapse sooner rather than later.

you’re elbow deep in a reusable grocery brag, mumbling some ridiculous apology for dinner being a little late when he comes up behind you. you give him another smile that makes your eyes brighten, but they’re far too red for his liking. he sets his hands on top of yours to stop them. he buries his face in your neck and relishes in the sound of your breathless giggle. clearing his throat, he guides your hands away from the counter. “why don’t you let me put these away, while you shower and get ready?” he murmurs into your skin.

you laugh, an adorable, confused expression on your face when you turn to him. “get ready for what?”

he brings a hand to your face, knuckles grazing your cheekbone. when you close your eyes and lean into the touch, letting out a heavy sigh, he knows he’s made the right choice. “we’re gonna go out to eat.” he brings your hand to his lips and places a kiss on your finger. “you’re exhausted, sweetheart.”

you flush, embarrassed that he’s noticed. it’s cute that you think there’s anything you could hide from him. “i-i guess i am. it’s been a long day. we could order in, i know how you feel about restaurants.”

he bites back a sigh. you’re always putting what you want last. it’s endearing, but he’s got no patience for it now. “just worry about getting dressed, okay?” he sends you off with a swat to the ass, laughing at your yelp and the glare you send his way.

*

you were having a bad day.

you woke up to frank shaking you awake after your second alarm, shaving twenty minutes off the time you had to get ready. you missed your usual train and had to wait for the one that consistently had a fucking problem. today’s issue cost you half an hour, followed by a forty-five-minute ride in a packed car. you couldn’t catch up on your sleep without someone jostling you or coughing and sneezing or playing music without headphones. in short, you went through hell.

you’re only ten minutes late, but you might as well have not shown up, according to your supervisor’s passive aggressive comments. it takes everything in you not to tell him to fuck off in front of all your coworkers. you barely manage to hold your tongue. you’re so relieved to have avoided any more mishaps that you convince yourself to stop by the store for dinner ideas.

it’s minutes before you enter your building that the straps of one of your bags breaks, forcing you to scramble to catch everything. picking cans off the street had been the nail in the coffin of your shitty, awful day. the moments you stood before your door were seconds you used to compose yourself before you broke into tears. for frank to offer to go out, he must’ve known the instant you walked in. the gesture warms your heart.

you’re all done up in return, skin lathered in cocoa butter scented baby oil and frank’s favorite perfume. your makeup is simple, which he always seems to appreciate, and your hair pristine, framing your face in neat curls. you’ve got a beautiful cabo dress on. the silk hugs your body, accentuating the figure that frank can’t get enough of. the champagne color gleams in contrast to your deep, rich brown skin. a set of pearls sit high on your neck, with a complementary set of earrings. you’re all glitter and gold.

in other words, you look fucking sexy.

frank’s long whistle confirms this. he stands in the doorway and the way his dark eyes bore into you make you sheepish. you do a little turn and his murmured “goddamn” is all the confidence boost you’ll ever need. before you can say a word, he’s putting his big, warm hands on you. he begins at your knees, barely covered by the dress, sliding his hands along the material. they glide over your thighs and hips, up your stomach and waist and your chest, all while he stares into your wide eyes. “lookin’ good enough to eat, darling.” his tone tells you he means it.

you shudder. “thank you, but don’t get any ideas. get me my meal and then you’ll get yours.”

frank laughs, then licks his lips. “i’ll hold you to that.”

*

you’re having a wonderful time. you’re not sure where he found the restaurant, a small in the wall building that’s beautiful inside. it’s covered wall to wall in string lights and it bathes frank in its gorgeous hue.

your eyes practically fall out of your head when you see the prices on the menu. you clear your throat and start to mention that maybe this place was a bit too much. he listens to you babble for about three seconds before he stops you. “relax. turn off that brain of yours and enjoy yourself,” he squeezes your thigh once. “no baggage, no bullshit.”

he waits for confirmation and you chew your lip for a second before nodding. “say it,” he orders.

“no baggage or bullshit,” you agree.

the smile he gives you makes it easy to give up. if letting him do this will make you both happy, there’s little reason not to let him spoil you. besides, you don’t know much about his finances, but this isn’t enough to bankrupt him. so you relax, turn your brain off and enjoy yourself.

you spend most of the time watching frank while he talks. he looks amazing. it might be the only color he wears, but damn if black doesn’t do him justice. his button up is just shy of too tight and you can see the way the muscles in his arms strain against the fabric. you’ve been in those arms, they look as great as they feel. he’s traded his usual cargo pants for black slacks and he can’t escape the way his thick thighs fill out the fabric. it makes your mouth water, the image of him smiling at you under all these lights, looking like god sculpted him personally.

the food is delicious. you end up tipsy on a bottle of wine with a name you can’t pronounce and two desserts under your belt. you feel sublime, light and airy and giddy. you can’t dredge up an ounce of worry, content to lean into the arm frank has wrapped around you as the two of you walk home. you have him to thank for this peace of mind, the deep contentment that’s settled in your chest. you can’t resist pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek and when he leans into it, your appreciation grows. he’s so sweet on you it makes you light headed, this mountain of a man being so careful with you. with all that’s happened to him and what he’s done, you don’t take his feelings for you lightly. your frank is a sweetheart, a gentle giant who practically worships the ground you walk on. he’d never do anything to hurt you, taking you out when you’re upset instead.

it’s like today never happened. you’ve never felt so thoroughly comforted or appreciated. it took one look for him to know what you needed. it feels like he deserves a little care of his own, a devious part of you whispers.

of course, you give into it. you give him another kiss, on the mouth this time. it’s filthy, your tongue sliding into his mouth without a care for who might see you. all you think about is getting closer to him, making him feel good and giving him a taste of the peace of mind he’s gifted you. when you start sliding your hands down his body, fumbling for the opening of his pants, he finally stops you. “c’mon,” you murmur against his lips. “just wanna feel it.”

“christ,” frank says, pulling your hands off him. “let’s go, we’re almost home.”

you stop, lips twisting into a displeased pout. “why not now?”

he raises an eyebrow, pinning you with a searching glance. when he sees you’re serious, not just trying to drunkenly hook up with him, he looks at you in disbelief and huffs. “really, you have to ask?”

you shrug, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him. “don’t tell me you’re scared.”

he doesn’t take the bait and starts to pull you towards home. you dig your heels into the ground and he swears, stopping dead to stare at you. “seriously?” he asks.

you bite your lip, gazing at him imploringly and he shakes his head before chuckling. he simply tilts his head in agreement and you giggle, pulling him towards the alley between your building and another. your hands unbutton his pants, and you cup him in your hand, happy to find him warm and half hard. “fuck frank, i can’t tell you how much i love your dick.”

he grabs you, large hand dwarfing yours. his grin is mean and it makes your stomach twist in anticipation. “is that right? i guess that’s why you’re pawing at me like a desperate whore?”

you flush. the alley is dark and there’s barely anyone out this late, but someone could easily see you two. the wall you bullied frank into leaning against is visible from the street. if anyone got close enough, they’d see quite the performance. the risk and his words do little besides ignite the fire simmering in your belly. his eyes go a little wide when you nod. “i'm your whore 'cuz you've got the prettiest dick i’ve ever seen. when it’s inside me, fuck, i feel like you’re gonna split me in two. i love everything about it, so i’d like to suck it. now.”

frank curses and you bite back a smug smile. he likes to pretend it doesn’t get to him, but he always fucks you harder when you’re singing his praises. he enjoys pleasing you, not just during sex. he’s eager to help and wants to see you happy, often by making things easier for you. just like tonight. you want to do the same and if it’s a little slutty, you doubt he’s truly complaining. he might need a little more convincing, but you’re more than willing. “i wanna feel you, taste you, and make you cum. please.”

you smile when you feel him throb in your hand. he doesn’t say anything else, so you start to drop to your knees. he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “wait,” he orders, sliding out of his jacket and dropping it on the floor.

“aw, you’re such a gentleman frank,” you tease, kneeling onto it.

he slides his big hands in your hair carefully, each one framing your cheeks, before tightening his grip. “don’t try to be smart when you’re begging me to suck my cock,” he growls, tilting your face so that you’re staring up at him.

your mouth waters as you nod slowly and he gives you that sexy, cocky smile. “atta girl. open up.”

obediently, you open your mouth. because he’s an asshole, he holds you that way while he drags himself out of his pants. the thought that you might be more than dickmatized crosses your mind while you patiently wait. then it’s gone because his cock is out. it rests heavily in his palm, his fingers sliding over thick veins you can’t wait to slide your tongue over. you let your tongue fall out and slide over the tip.

frank groans. “greedy,” he says with a laugh, pushing slowly past your lips. “come here, pretty.”

your shoulders sag with relief and you slide your lips over his cock, tongue curling to gather the precum dribbling from the tip. his cock is heavy and hot in your mouth, a heady sensation that makes it hard to breathe with how he fills you. you let him move your head back and forth at his pace, spit coating his cock with every slow thrust into your mouth. you cup his hands, blinking up at him pointedly. he grins. “too slow? you get all drooly and dumb on my cock, but you wanna take the reins?”

you hum, inching your fingers under your dress and sliding them over your sticky panties, shuddering at the pressure on your clit. frank watches, eyes tracking every movement. he tuts with false sympathy. “you're so worked up already, sweetheart? you poor thing, maybe i’ll let you hump my boot.”

he says the words fondly, sliding his hands out of your hair. it spurs you on, fingers sliding clumsily over your panties while he encourages you. “go ahead, sweetness.”

your swirl your tongue along the ridges of his cock with devotion. his rough “oh fuck,” goes straight to your pussy. it’s hard to take your eyes off him like this, head thrown back and chest and stomach heaving with gasping breaths. you breathe through your nose to stop yourself from gagging as you slide further down his cock, working your tongue around it, mouth warm and messy as drool dribbles down your chin. you nearly jump out of your skin when frank nudges his shoe between your legs. “you ain’t too good for it. not when you’re sucking me like this, huh angel?”

he pushes his foot against your clit and your hips jerk towards the stimulation, hips grinding against hard leather. “that’s my girl, go ahead.”

you roll your hips in sync with your mouth. your body sings with the sensations running through you. each graze of your clit against his shoe and the weight of his cock in your mouth makes your head rush. underneath you, frank’s thighs tremble. his grunts and low moans echo off the walls of the alley and the walls of your mind. he brushes your hair back with a shaky hand to look into your teary eyes. being on the receiving end of his gaze while in this position makes your body feel as if it’s going up in flames. you’ve soaked through your underwear, thighs coated in wetness from how turned on you are, eyes probably wide and desperate as you hump frank’s shoe like a desperate animal. “fuck, sweetheart,” he groans. “you were starvin’, huh? couldn’t even wait ‘til we got to the house to swallow me down?”

he chuckles when you moan, eyes fluttering shut with a whispered curse. he’s close and you’re getting there, each tiny shock to your spine building into a creeping orgasm. you pump your tongue once, twice along his length, pulling off and placing a sinful kiss to the head before swallowing him to the root. your lips rest triumphantly against his pelvis and you blink up at him expectantly, tongue stroking his cock rhythmically. frank grunts, his entire body tensing and shaking as he cums, pulsing as he fills your mouth and throat.

you try your best to swallow it all, but it pours out the sides of your mouth. you look wrecked, tears, cum, and mascara on your cheeks. you suckle and kiss at his softening cock, milking him for all he’s worth and slowing your hips. your mind is pleasantly hazy despite not cumming and you’re content to mouth leisurely at his cock, pushing him to over stimulation if the soft grunt he lets out before pulling away is any indication.

he tucks himself back into his pants and wastes no time pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. he grips the back of your neck, tongue swallowing yours. he slips remnants of cum into your mouth and then licks it out. you moan, pressing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure on your pulsing clit. you gasp when his hand pulls them apart, large fingers gliding through the soppy mess of your panties. “look at you, baby. you gonna cum?”

you whimper, shaking your head. “no? feels like you could.” his fingers slide over your clit and you shake, grabbing his arm. you absolutely could, barely hanging on by a thread. his light touches to your pussy send you into a frenzy. your breaths deepen and you squeeze your eyes closed. the tug in your gut grows stronger with each stroke of his fingertips and you feel the rush of endorphins flowing back to your brain with your orgasm. the rope is about to snap and your chest heaves in anticipation when he just stops. your orgasm crumbles and you whine into the kiss he gives you.

in one smooth motion, he gathers you in his arms and throws you over his shoulder. you scramble to cover yourself, loud protests silenced by the sound of frank open palm smacking your ass hard enough to sting. your pussy throbs in response. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i promise to treat my pussy real good.”

it’s a promise he keeps. after all, your relationship is all about reciprocity.

[fgfluidity]

coda

Summary: You can’t sleep. (post-iswm)

Pairings: just engineer/captain bein buddies but you can ship it if you want idc

Warnings: mentions of death, dealing with ptsd

Length (Reading Time): 1,124 words (4m41s)

@opprose @moriimae @volbeast @statictay @momos-peaches @laur-rants @mirrorslament (if you wanna be tagged hmu)

here is my kofi

He said an eternity in Hell.

Vicious, spit flying, shaking with rage as his tears spill over down his cheeks. The warp core pristine and humming behind him. Newly built.

Over an eternity in hell.

It’s there every time you close your eyes. It’s been months.

You leave your quarters trembling, though not from cold. The planet you’ve settled on is in the midst of its summer season— though it’s a temperate part of the planet, it’s too warm to catch a chill.

And too cold for your sweaty brow.

Your eyes dart along the bioluminescent paths, bluish waves spreading across stone with each step. It’s in direct contrast to the electric lamplight hovering overhead with soft warbles.

The colony is well-lit at night, something you all agreed upon.

You campaigned for it. You never know what’s out there.

What’s out there...

You swear you hear a voice, some kind of snuffling. Branches and leaves crackling underfoot, when you aren’t talking, when your path is neatly swept of any debris.

You’re tired, you reason. When you’re tired and it’s late, your mind plays tricks.

It’s been playing tricks since forever ago.

Maybe this isn’t the right colony. You fell asleep and died somehow and warped into another alternate reality. One where your colonymates are all monsters coming for you.

Or one where they’re all too human and still coming for you, your names as a curse in their lips.

You check your palm and it’s bare. No crystals.

But Lady warped without one.

You did, too, before you even got it.

There’s more snuffling, to your right. It’s in the park, the clusters of trees and dense bushes hiding... something.

It’s closer.

Is it a person, a vicious creature, or something else? The shadow over the ground could be anything, coming right for you.

In an instant, hearing rapid footfall on the sparkling blue grass, your hand goes to your knife. You’ve only just begun to draw it when-

“Chica!”

Your hand doesn’t leave the knife, but you’re relieved to see her bright little eyes, tongue lolling as she bounds towards you. Once she’s at your feet, you tentatively reach to scratch her ears.

She gives a delighted grumble, leaning into your legs, and your hand finally leaves the knife.

“Chica! There— oh. Captain.”

You know his voice before you look up. You’ve been through far too much for it to not be familiar.

“Mark.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for her to just charge at you. She must have missed your pets,” he chuckles, but it falls a bit flat. “I, ah... what are you doing out here? It’s late.”

You eye him. Mostly relaxed, just the tiniest bit of anxiety tightening around his eyes, the edge of his smile. “I couldn’t sleep.”

He nods. “Yeah— I’m sorry. I can’t really either. The cryo did more damage than I think Celci was aware, maybe we should—“

“It’s not the cryo sleep,” you cut him off. “You know that. Don’t play this game.”

His shoulders draw up. “What game?”

Your fingers clench despite yourself, and your force your hands from Chica’s soft ruff. “You think it’s all over. It’s all solved and we don’t have to talk about it anymore. That’s not how it works.”

You expect a rebuttal, some spluttering about how you have him all wrong and you don’t know what you’re talking about. Defensive.

His arms cross, jaw tense. “Why can’t it be? You saved the universe and it’s over. We can just move on, stop dwelling on my mistakes.”

Defensive, but different.

It hits something deep within you, and you can’t keep the ice out of your voice any longer.

“Do you think I was just having fun?”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“You said you spent an eternity in hell, going through all of it, over and over. Do you think I was just having a grand time while you suffered?” Your eyes finally snap to his, rather than in his direction. “I knew you had a big head but this is a new level of uncharitable.”

“What the hell? After all I did— and I admit I fucked up big time—“

“I died, too! A million ways! And when I wasn’t actively dying, I was being hunted. By— by Lady and by monsters and— and even you tried to kill me.” You heave a great breath, but you can’t call it a laugh. “So many times, and your screaming through it all— you think that doesn’t make an impact?”

Mark takes a step towards you, slowly raising his hands. “Hey—“

“I can’t sleep because I think about it. I remember those deaths and all the blame and all the universes.” Your chest feels tight, words choked out through a painful throat. “I close my eyes and when I open them this feels like—“

“— just another universe. Another place where you fucked up, where you’re in danger,” he finishes, eyes warm but pained. “You don’t know where you stand. You don’t know if this is your last chance. You don’t know if you fixed anything at all, or just ruined it again.”

You blink, speechless, and there’s a cloth in your hand before you realize. Tan. Thick. “Mark?”

“Take it. I get it, I do.” He moves his now bare arm, gently placing one hand on your shoulder. “It’s not over. But I don’t know how else to handle it.”

“... I knew we should have had a doctor on board,” you try, and you both just manage a laugh, watery and weak, but real. “You’re gonna have snot all over your sleeve.”

Mark shrugs. “This jumpsuit has seen worse things.”

You clean yourself up as best you can and take a few breaths, Mark nodding encouragingly with each. “... so we should... I think we should talk it over. Some night.”

You can see him struggle with that, and you don’t blame him. How do you even handle something like that? “It... it might be a good idea. Just to, you know. Get it out there.”

“If you’re gonna be awake, you might as well stay up with someone,” you point out. “So... your quarters are closer.”

“You think you can just invite yourself over?”

You quirk a smile. “Captain’s privilege. I’ll make you coffee.”

To your surprise, he grimaces. “Ah— maybe I’ve had enough for a while. I still have the hot chocolate mix from the ship store. If you want.”

“Oh, thank god,” you groan. “I hated your coffee. No offense.”

Mark looks to you, supremely offended, before shaking his head. “Give me back my sleeve. I’m burning this jumpsuit.”

You think it’s for the best, but...

He makes the hot chocolate mix taste pretty good, all things considered.

[oakenlup]

hey! i l love your writing for LotR!! Could you do something with either Aragorn or Boromir where they stand up for the reader and defend them from someone? not necessarily from a physical attack but you could totally put something like that in if you want. It could be just from a random stranger who doesn’t like the reader for whatever reason, maybe a toxic/abusive family member, or maybe something else of your design. for example, when you encounter this individual(s), it’s really tense and they’re on the offensive and you’re nervous they’re gonna do something drastic. when all of a sudden a familiar, and clearly angry voice goes “what is the meaning of this?” UGH its very cliché but idc it’s sweet. the conflict doesn’t last long bc who in the right mind would intentionally piss of either of them. when the threat is dealt with, the instant you two are in the clear they just round on you like a worried mother hen “oh my goodness are you alright?? i swear the audacity of some…” and they just spend time making sure you’re ok while trying to keep their own negative emotions in check. i just love these two. super fluffy pls!!

BOROMIR X READER: standing up for you

Denethor. The lowest of the low - only favouring the best of the best, no second places allowed. Denethor didn’t like anyone that wasn’t his first born - he even had a grudge on Faramir for goodness sake.

You were taking a stroll around the city of Gondor, nothing special, just passing time until Boromir was back from sparring with his brother. You and Boromir weren’t anything unfortunately. You would flirt, he’d flirt, but recently...he’s been different, a good different.

About to exit the gates to go to a nearby meadow, you’re met face to face with Denethor passing the corner unexpectedly.

“Oh! H-hello”

He stops you off short with a glare. A small sigh leaves his lips after. “Stop seeing my son, I forbid it”

Your heart stops.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me, it’s forbidden, your peasant hands are distracting him from war” he tuts, eyeing you up and down. “I don’t know what he sees in you” Denethor adds under his breath, which makes you squint in an offended manner. You’re about to retaliate until you feel a warm hand on your shoulder, tensing slightly.

“What is the meaning of all this?” An agitated voice says.

Boromir.

“Son! I was just, having a chat with uh...them, that’s all” Denethor fakes a smile, which you give a glare in response. “Well “them” has a name” Boromir adds through his gritted teeth, the hand on your shoulder getting tighter. “Go Father, we have much to discuss, but right now I’m a little...busy” Boromir adds, giving you a quick, but sweet smile, which you gladly give back.

With a tut, Denethor makes his way back into the gates, the guards shutting them at his request.

With a small exhale, Boromir is putting your two hands into his. “Goodness, are you alright my sweet? I’m so sorry he acted so disorderly, it’s very rude of him to be like that” Boromir gritted, looking back at the gates as if he was still there. “Boromir listen, it’s alright, thank you for standing up for me” you giggle, dropping his hands as he looks back. “It��s my duty to protect you” Boromir said proudly, putting his hands around his back to look more intimidating, which makes you both laugh. “How was sparring?” You ask, linking your arm with the one he’s now let go as you both make your way down to the meadow. “Boring without you, you know, you should come sometime!

“How so?”

“So you can learn to give my father a right beating!”

You both burst into laughter before you reach a lovely cherry tree.

“May I ask you something?” Boromir states, dying down his laughter and getting a little more serious. “Yes, of course...what’s wrong?” You cock your head to the side to see him hiding back a smile. “Can I, can I court you?”

Before the silence got too much, Boromir spoke up again. “I mean, I really do love you, and if we are together there is no way my father can harm you, he has no authority over me” Boromir said with a slight tange in his voice.

You don’t have to say anything to that, all you do is put two strands of his chocolate locks behind his ears, and bring yourself up for a quick kiss on his lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart”

[interlagosed]

I feel so sorry for Charles but omg it's instant Karma for some of Charles' fans hating Carlos right now. Am I a bad person? Yeah idc

Joking obv I feel for Charles and Carlos both

CHARLES IS JUST A BABY WHO IS TRYING HIS BEST JUST LIKE CARLOS IS A BABY WHO IS TRYING HIS BEST unfortunately their cars aren’t even tractors they’re DRIVING TICKING TIME BOMBS LIKE ACME INC DYNAMITE ON WHEELS

But also yes ouch read the writing on the wall babes it’s the same car

[stariwrites]

Please keep pushing the soft dom Sukuna agenda. That’s canon idc. Sukuna has seen how fragile humans are. He knows their lives can end in an instant. He would never risk that on you- risk hurting you or making you upset. He touches you so tenderly, handles you like glass (which to him you are) as he pulls pleasure from you night after night. He loves you, he doesn’t even know if he’s capable of that, but he does. He’s soft with you- only you.

I will my love don’t worry and yes to all of that this went out of my control

Pairing: Soft Sukuna x GN Reader

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: None

Sukuna at first doesn’t understand why he’s so drawn to you, you’re a human…you’re weak and frail and care too much about others while he only focuses on himself.

Little by little he starts to notice the little things you do, the way you look out for people or hum under your breath when you think no one is watching. The way you collect rocks you find when you think they’re cool, how you admire the sunset even tho you’ve seen it a thousand times.

He starts to fall in love with those little things, the way explosions of color paint the sky. The way the grass is so vibrantly green in the summer and the satisfying crunch rusted leaves make under footsteps. He loves it, yet he can’t understand why.

What makes you so special? What is it about you that makes him, the king of curses feel like his heart is soaring. He doesn’t even have a heart.

It should be impossible, he decides. To love somebody—a mortal no less.

He tries to ignore it, to look away whenever you smile or pretend not to listen whenever the sound of your voice carries in the wind, sending your laughter straight towards him. It’s then that he can’t deny it anymore.

He can’t ignore the fond looks he sends you or the soft smiles only reserved for you, he can’t ignore the way his eyes widen whenever you’re fighting a curse and you take a hit. He can’t ignore the way you make him feel, the way you’ve made him fall in love with not just yourself, but humanity as a whole.

He’s supposed to be cruel, heartless and wicked, but he can’t deny that he’s changed. That you made him want to change, to be better. He may be the King of Curses still, but part of him will always be reserved for you.

The nights he decides, are one of the best memories he has. He can’t get enough of you being splayed out beneath him, pleading for him to go faster, to keep hitting the spot inside you that makes you see stars, to stay inside even after you’re spent. He loves devouring you between your legs while you writhe and grip his hair in pleasure. He could stay there for hours ripping orgasm after orgasm from your body.

He enjoys the soft nights the most. The nights where he can take his time and worship your body for as long as he wants. Kissing down your neck while his hands massage anything they can get a hold of. He loves being able to whisper praises of, “you’re so beautiful.” And “so good for me little one.” He doesn’t say it, but he’s grateful. Grateful that he’s the only one that gets to take you apart. Grateful that you trust him enough to let him take control. Grateful that you melded the shape of yourself into his heart.

He loves you and he knows it.

And if one day it all gets to be too much, the voices in your head are too loud to drown out. If you look at him with bloodshot eyes while your eyes rain down with tears.

When you mumble out “why me?” With a broken voice all he can do is hold your face in his hands. He carefully wipes away your tears with his talons making sure he doesn’t cut you in the process.

“Oh precious,” he mumbles. Deep voice soothing your cries while his eyes grow soft as if you’re something to be treasured.

“It was always you.” He brings you to his chest and holds you, humming softly in an attempt to mimic the songs you’d sing. “You care so much and love so strongly it always had to be you. You made a home in my heart without even realizing it you know.” He laughs fondly at the memory.

When you’re ready to pull away, sobs turning to sniffles and you gaze at him once more theres a small smile on your face. “Thank you, Sukuna.”

With a kiss to your forehead he retreats back to the kitchen where the food he was cooking lays forgotten on the stove. “You’re welcome my love.”

At night, when all said is done and the two of you can no longer stay up to watch movies, he cradles you against his body. Holding you as delicately as he rests his forehead against yours.

He kisses your lips, hoping it conveys how much you mean to him he pulls away. “Never forget, little sorcerer,” he teases. “In all my years I’ve never loved somebody quite like you and I never will again.” He takes one of your hands and delicately kisses your knuckles, making eye contact as he does so. You feel heat climb up your face at the action. No matter how many times you see it, you’ll never get over how relaxed he is around you.

“You’re my one and only dont ever forget that,” his molten eyes seem to pool into yours. “Promise?”

You cup his face gently before kissing him once more. “Promise.”