#kira imagine

[hypertechnica]

in the middle of reading nana visitor’s book on women in star trek and i’m in shambles . i’m in shambles

she details in chronological order the women casted in star trek, their individual experiences and hardships as well as their marks left on audiences

the section detailing her own experiences as kira as well as an actress had me very emotional,,, i never knew the amount of things she endured + the infinite love she has for her character really adds context for her incredible performance in ds9

[kittysauce]

au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept

[malavera]

just thinking about how logan definitely would always want to cum in your pussy. even though you told him to not cum in you because you're off the pill for a month, he'd just want to burry his seed deep in your warm cunt you know? and when you say things like, "please, logan, don't cum in me." he'd just grunt in anger while his hips snapped even faster, drilling his cock into your juicy cunt. "mmhh.. shut up." grunting before slapping your mouth with his palm and lay his forehead against yours watching your eyes widened. "'m gonna cum deep in this cunt, and you cant stop me." and when he's reaching his high, he'd let out the most pornographic moans mixed after just letting himself go, spurting his hot seed inside your cunt. "that's right princess, you're gonna have my pup, and you're not going anywhere, you're mine, forever."

brb need to drench myself in holy water.

[stereksthings]

someone said this reminds them of derek and stiles 😭

[yourmamakira]

And just when life was looking good, your favorite blonde dies.

— newt, jj maybank.

[buckleylove]

idk why but every time eddie drops christopher off at buck’s and gives him a kiss goodbye i always expect him to kiss buck too like i swear one day he’s gonna actually do it and then realise what he’s done an hour later and freak out

[hollis-art]

i dont know why doodle boards are my go-to thing to draw when idk what to do, bc like?? that means i have to have MORE ideas to fill it up??? counterintuitive but ok

[chitinleg]

got him off-balance!

[satsugacafe]

「 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 」

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Aizen, Kisuke, Shunsui, Jushiro, Byakuya, Zaraki, Gin, Shinji, Hisagi, Kira, Ichigo, Renji, Uryu, Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, cockwarming

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Loves it: They enjoy it far too much, to the point where it’s almost a necessity.

They thrive on control, and cockwarming is more than just intimacy—it’s a way to claim you completely, to keep you close, to feel you wrapped around them without even needing to move. They’ll be the ones to suggest it, pulling you into their lap with a teasing smirk, lifting your hips just enough to sink you down onto their cock before holding you there with a firm grip. The moment you even think about moving, their hands tighten around your waist, fingers digging in possessively. “Ah, ah, love. Did I say you could move?” Their voice was always calm and full of amusement at your neediness, but their grip told you they were not playing around.

They’ll press you close, your chest flush with theirs as they murmur soft praises about how good you feel. Sometimes, they’ll use this as a playful punishment—teasing you with lingering kisses, grinding just enough to make your toes curl, only to halt all movement with a low, warning tone: “Patience, love. Stay still, or I’ll make sure you’re begging before we’re done.”

Some of them use it to tease you, getting you worked up only to deny you the satisfaction of movement. Others do it simply because they enjoy it—because the warmth of you around them, the soft squeeze of your walls, is too perfect to let go of. They’ve spent hours like this, with you tucked against their chest, their cock buried deep in you while they absentmindedly stroke your back, murmuring sweet words or just enjoying the quiet. And sometimes, they push you to your absolute limit, whispering filth into your ear, making you ache with need, but refusing to let you move even an inch. “Look at you, trembling already. So desperate to ride me, hmm? But I told you, love, you're not allowed.”

They thrive off the control, off knowing that you’re at their mercy, utterly filled and unable to do anything about it. And when they finally let you move? They’ll enjoy watching you completely fall apart for them. At other times, it’s pure comfort; they’ll lounge with you wrapped around them, whispering sweet nothings while rubbing soothing circles into your back.

— Aizen, Kisuke, Shunsui, Jushiro, Byakuya, Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Starrk

Hates it: They don’t see the appeal—what the fuck is this new method of torture?

They’re not built for restraint, and the moment they feel the heat of your body wrapped around them, all reason flies out the window. The first time you suggest cockwarming, they agree out of curiosity, thinking it’s harmless fun. The moment you sink down onto them, they immediately regret agreeing to this. The way you squeeze around them, the heat of your walls wrapped around their cock, the way you feel so soft and warm—it’s torture. Their hands shoot out to your waist, gripping you tight as they fight the overwhelming urge to start thrusting up into you. “What the fuck is this?! You can’t be serious,” they growl, already losing their patience as you snuggle against them, pressing your face into their neck.

And the worst part? Every single time you suggest cockwarming after that, they pretend to be on board—only to completely ignore the rules and wreck you the second you’re seated on them. “Oh yeah, sure, we can just ‘sit still,’” they say with a smirk. “Let’s see how long you last.”

“This is ridiculous. Move. Now.” When you refuse, pushing their hands away with a playful smirk, they’ll grow desperate, their breathing ragged as they fight the urge to thrust into you. The tension only lasts a few seconds before they snap, their hands locking you in place as their hips buck uncontrollably. “You really thought I’d sit still? Cute, but I’m not that patient.” They waste zero time setting a brutal pace, fucking you senseless for even daring to tease them like that. After that, cockwarming becomes less about staying still and more about turning your body into their personal playground.

— Zaraki, Renji, Bazz-B, Grimmjow

Mixed feelings: They don’t mind it, but they have their limits. Don’t push them.

Their approach to cockwarming is entirely dependent on their mood. When they’re relaxed or exhausted, they’ll welcome it with open arms, pulling you onto their lap and letting you settle into them as they rest their chin on your shoulder. “This is nice,” they’ll murmur, as they wrap their arms around you. In these moments, they find peace in the quiet intimacy, enjoying the closeness without the need for anything more. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” they murmur against your temple.

Sometimes, it’s a practical indulgence—when they’re busy working, they’ll let you straddle them, their cock buried deep inside you as they continue their tasks, occasionally giving you a teasing squeeze or a light kiss. However, if you’ve been teasing them all day or decide to turn the session into a game of restraint, you’ll awaken their less patient side. Grinding their teeth, they’ll try to endure it, but eventually, their self-control will snap. “Alright, enough of this. You think this is funny?” they’ll growl. “Testing my patience like this?” Before you know it, you’re pinned beneath them, and they’re making damn sure you regret teasing them like that.

Cockwarming is a gamble with them—you never know whether you’ll get a sweet, lazy session or a punishment that leaves you unable to walk the next day. But that’s part of the thrill, isn’t it?

— Gin, Kira, Hisagi, Shinji, Ichigo, Ulquiorra, Uryu, Ryuken

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[uhhhj13iguess]

that was the best sleep i've had in months

stiles x reader (no use of (y/n))

wc: 1.7k

yucky tooth rotting sweet fluff that i couldn't write without smiling, pls enjoy

the drive back from mexico was dead silent. no one had the energy to make small talk, let alone process all that had happened as they rescued their friends from kate. despite everything, scott insisted on driving, barely staying conscious enough to get them home as kira slept in the passenger seat. stiles sat in the back wedged between you and liam, staring out the window as flashbacks tormented his utterly exhausted mind.

he knew everything had resolved itself. he knew the deadpool was over, kate was being taken care of, derek was fine, everyone was safe. but it only filled him with more dread. he couldn't help but obsess over what was going to happen next. he loved his friends, and he wanted to do nothing but the absolute most to come to their rescue, but after months and months, and years of life-threatening events one after the other, he didn't know how to do it anymore. he didn't know how to keep going and how to not live in a constant state of fight or flight without breaking, he didn't know how to handle --

stiles' mind went from a painful spiral to completely barren in the matter of a second.

there was a pressure on his right shoulder, and he would be lying if he said his first thought wasn't liam -- he barely made it through the full moon, let alone the rest of the evenings events. but as he turned to his left and saw liam's head resting against the window, he swallowed a lump in his throat.

he looked over to see you asleep, your cheek squished against his shoulder as you breathed deeply, looking the most at ease he's seen you in weeks. you stirred, subconsciously trying to get more comfortable and resting more of your body against him.

and so many emotions overcame him

he's so afraid. afraid to move an inch, for the car to hit a bump in the road, for anyone to start talking. anything that would wake you. he knew how exhausted you were and was so relieved to see you asleep. and he so anxious of anything disturbing that.

he was also anxious for another reason.

you were touching him. your touch made it impossible for him not to move, much to his dismay. but your body against his felt as though it was burning his skin.

he lived for the moments the two of you accidentally touched and even made efforts to sneak them in as he could. but for it to happen so organically, of your own volition? everything felt hot to the touch.

even if not of your own volition -- maybe it was an accident. maybe you had fallen asleep upright, and after a turn, you'd fallen against him. he didn't care why it happened. he was just so grateful it did.

that was his primary emotion: complete gratitude to whatever chain of events put him in this position. you were so close to him. he could smell your perfume, hear your soft breathing, and feel how warm you were against him. he found comfort in how peaceful you were.

he sat like that until he himself couldn't keep his eyes open. he was so exhausted and your presence put him in a trance. his own head slumped against yours as he passed out.

scott switched lanes, peaking at his mirrors to check the empty desert road behind him. what he saw made him double-take, eyes widening and the sight waking him up instantly. in the small mirror, he saw the two of you cuddled up, heads pressed together and limbs entangled.

he let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"took them long enough."

kira stirred in her seat next to him, letting out a yawn and soft whine as she stretched out her arms. she rubbed her eyes, looking at scott.

"what'd y'say?" she slurred.

scott kept his eyes on the road, nodding his head to the backseat with a smirk.

"i said it only took them long enough. i was sure it was going to happen last week when we went to the movies."

he had to shush kira at her burst of laughing towards his comment, reducing her cackle to a giggle and looking back to see if she had woken them up.

"don't wake them! this is like, his biggest dream come true."

kira smiled at the two, slipping a ten dollar bill from scott's wallet on the dashboard. "i told you it would happen soon. she can't take her eyes off of him, it's so obvious."

scott shook his head in defeat, still holding a smile. "i just didn't think he had it in him. i'm proud."

stiles woke up as he felt the car coming to a stop. he opened his eyes, lifting his head to look around him and gage the situation. in his half-awake state, he acted unconsciously, acknowledging your presence against him with a hand reaching out and cradling your head, his fingers running through your hair softly. he looked outside to see they were outside his house, scott parking in his driving and turning around to stiles with a huge grin on his face.

stiles was more awake now. he looked down at you, eyes bulging out of his head, and back to scott with his mouth slightly agape. he couldn't come up with a single thing to explain himself out of this one.

"okay, we're running in to use the bathroom quick before we head out. i suggest you wake up sleeping beauty there and see if she's planning to stay with you or if we need to drop her off on the way." scott winked and stiles was left alone with you in the car, the other three making their way into his house while snickering to each other.

stiles turned back to you, resuming his light movements on your head. he shifted a little, moving his other arm from your lap to your face, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

he called your name out a few times, gradually getting louder to wake you softly. you stirred against him, moving your hands to your eyes, rubbing them harshly as you looked up towards him.

it was at this point you became aware of the position you two were in. your legs were crossed with his (borderline in his lap) and your full left side leaned against him, your head on his shoulder. you blushed instantly and froze, not knowing how to proceed.

sure, you may have intentionally went to lay your head on his shoulder as you were drifting off, but you didn't mean to practically mount the man in the backseat surrounded by your friends.

stiles gave you a soft smile. "we made it home."

you let out a soft hum.

"we're at my house right now, everyone ran inside to freshen up before leaving. do you..."

he trailed off, shifting his legs slightly apart from yours and growing more visibly anxious. "do you want to stay the night here? scott's also willing to drive you home, if you want. i just didn't know if you'd, um, want to be alone or not, you know?"

you smiled and looked down into your lap. nodding, you began to peel yourself off of him, from what looked to be his dismay.

"that sounds nice stiles, thanks. and thank you for letting me use you as a pillow the whole ride. I'm pretty fucking exhausted."

he smiled back at you, "ditto." crawling his way out of the backseat after you, he then grabbed both of your bags and led you inside.

after saying goodnight to your friends, stiles shuffled around the living room as he gathered blankets and pillows on the couch. "my dad's on night shift tonight. I'll set up here and you can have my room. you can grab some sweats or anything from my dresser if you'd like."

you shifted slightly in your stance, working up the courage to say something you didn't even know how to get out.

"i don't want you to have to sleep on the couch."

stiles was still focused on his makeshift bed, chuckling to himself.

"i've slept on the chair in scott's rooms hundreds of times, this couch is a luxury."

"stiles,"

"no really, i don't mind at all. i'd rather be woken up early when my dad gets in instead of having you wake up, i-"

"stiles."

he stopped what he was doing and turned to face you, concern washing over his face as he studied you.

"what is it?"

"i- i mean i just like, i," you took a deep breath. now or never, you supposed.

"sleeping with you in the car was the best sleep I've gotten in months." you rushed out in a hushed tone.

stiles stared at you, his face unreadable. every bit of confidence you had built up was being shred apart, and you could feel your resolve slipping, making you contemplate how quickly you could book it for the front door. you sat anxiously, waiting for a response.

"are you asking me... to-"

"i'm sorry, wow, that was embarrassing. i actually think I'm going to just head back home, I'm sorry to-"

"no wait, please, you didn't-"

"even be here, let alone say what I just said. I'll see you-"

"do anything, please. stay."

you stopped in your evacuation out his front door and faced him.

"stay, please. i've never felt more safe and sound than while sleeping on the ride back with you."

you stared at him, a blush fighting its way to flush your cheeks.

"really?"

he nodded, taking a step towards you. "really. i didn't ask because I didn't want to push any boundaries or make you uncomfortable, but there's nothing I would rather do right now than have you in my arms and lay with you for the next, I, god honestly for as long as you'll let me."

you smiled at him, glancing down at your feet as his words rushed warmth all over your body. you turned back around, and started walking. he ran immediately after you. "wait, I'm sorry i-"

your hand hit the railing of the staircase as you looked towards him, extending a hand. "are you coming? I'm really tired stiles."

he let out a sigh of relief, shaking his head with a small chuckle. he took your hand and followed you up the steps, ready to finally get some well-deserved rest.

[numbuh424]

the 2nd half of death note should've just gone full comedy complete with a laugh track and had these two dissing each other the whole time

[keij0h]

⌗ 23:50┆fluff

listen for better experience.

“Okay, alright.” you clasped your hands together, the hint of a smile still hanging between your lips from the previous laugh you let out. “What about this..”

“Hit me.” Vernon spoke, glancing over at you with a lazy smile, seemingly enjoying this random; late night debate you both recently found the habit of doing. And tonight’s topic landed on a very familiar subject to the two of you, Radiohead.

“OK Computer or..” you trailed off, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you pretended to think. “..The Bends?”

Vernon scoffed, shaking his head a bit at your question. “You can’t do that, babe.”

“To be fair, your last question was tricky.” you shrugged, scooting a bit closer to his side as you waited. “So, what is it?” you bit back a grin as you asked.

“Well,” he began, humming as he thought of his answer, the sides of his lips rising into a smirk as he spoke. “I can’t really say no to The Bends.”

You gasped, as if you were genuinely offended by his answer. “No fucking way.”

“Don’t lie, you already knew I was going to say that.” he chuckled, bringing his hand up to pinch your cheek. Sadly, what he said is true.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you once made out with me with the album on.” you say casually, swatting his hand away while his smile only widened.

“You’re not wrong, though.” he admitted, gently grabbing your arm to pull you closer to him, his head now resting on the crook of your neck.

“I’d marry you the same way if that’s what you want.” he mumbled.

You hummed, running your hand through his hair. “Really?”

“Yeah.” It seemed so easy for him to say, yet you knew he was being honest. He always is, which makes you adore him even more.

“I guess I’m not opposed to the idea.” you muttered back with the same amount of truth he just gave you. He lifted his head up to look at you.

“Is that a yes then?”

You laugh, finding it hard not to as you figured that the question itself was straight up ridiculous. It didn’t matter if his favorite Radiohead track didn’t align with yours.

At the end of the day, you’d always say yes to him.

a/n: I was listening to Daniel Caesar while writing and his songs just radiate vernon vibes sm </33

[dreamerdrop]

i don’t think we talk enough about the inherent horror of kira nerys meeting her alternate universe counterpart and realising that in another timeline she was basically an even worse version of fuckin’ dukat.

and that bajoran lady dukat also wants to fuck her apparently even though they’re the same person technically.

how much do you think kira just tried to pretend none of that ever happened to maintain whatever was left of her sanity.

[malavera]

NAHHH HIM IN THIS SUIT ALONE JUST GAVE ME IDEAS…

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[stereksthings]

sterek should have been canon :(

[i-love-my-dorks-and-simps]

erm ehehe i like death note sm :3