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[skywerse]

me? making cool intro for when riptide comes back? hELL YEAH

[vynnyal]

OK, fair warning to the few people I actually managed to convince to try the game??

Rain world does NOT play like hollow knight, and you'll get your butt kicked if you approach it like that.

It's really hard. Like, really hard. Instead of the game literally giving you abilities in the form of power-ups and damage buffs, the only abilities you gain is from what you learn and your own ingenuity. You're a rat from beginning to end. If you just beef your way through it, it's gonna suck and you're gonna be confused and frustrated all the time. But if you pay attention, take it slow, and learn how the ai works and how everything interacts with each other, you can consistently get through and dominate situations you thought were impossible to do so when you first began. Now get out there, kill some lizards, and bully some old computers!

[tumbleweed-run]

A Perfect Date With Gale

@arachnethebard perhaps not what you intended but this is what happened

Since you got to Waterdeep with Gale he's been insistent that the two of you go on a 'perfect' first day... despite the fact that the two of you are already engaged.

Perfection is such a difficult thing to achieve.

1600 words because I'm physically incapable of brevity.

PG (for once)

Gale has been talking about giving you a “proper first date” for entire month you two have been in Waterdeep. Never mind the fact that you two are engaged. He’s been focusing on it near daily. Every time he brings it up you smile and nod. It’s not that you wouldn’t enjoy a nice night out exploring the city, but it’s not about that. 

“Tomorrow night,” he announces one night as he enters the study.  You’re petting Tara, tactfully ignoring a light smear of blood around her mouth… the tower is always miraculously free of rodents. 

You find new clothes draped over a bench in the bedroom the following afternoon. You admire them for a moment, almost hesitant to touch them. They’re finer than anything you’ve worn in years, possibly ever. But despite your mild apprehension over the likelihood of destroying them before you step foot out of the tower, you don them. Gale did go through the trouble, and expense, procuring them for you. 

Gale greets you outside the room, looking as though he’s been waiting the entire time you’ve been inside. You chuckle to yourself at the thought, given that it was once just his room. 

He’s wearing almost traditional wizard’s robes but these are new, a deep maroon with gold accents. He’s begun to stray from the purple he wore almost exclusively when you first met him. There might be something deeper behind that if you dared to think about it for a moment. You know there’s some meaning behind the gold and emerald earring he has in. Your hand instinctively goes to it’s other half, resting around your neck.

“Shall we?” He offers you his arm, eyes sweeping over your form. His smile tells you he’s pleased with the way you look in what he’s selected. 

You spend much of the walk taking in the city at dusk. Waterdeep is so different from Baldur’s Gate, and yet so very similar. Gale happily talks for the both of you. 

The building you stopped in front of was beautiful to say the least, all the street facing windows were stained glass in the shape of the city’s crest. The two large heavy doors were opened and a rather bored looking man in fine clothes stood just inside them. The braziers over the steps was brightly polished brass throwing the light far into the road as if beckoning people in. 

You were busy, once again, marvelling at the building you at first missed Gale’s eyebrows knitting together. He was speaking to the man in the door way, both in hushed tones. The man seemed simply uninterested in whatever Gale was telling him. 

“Now I’m positive I’ve reserved a table,” Gale’s voice had pitched upwards giving away his apparent distress. “I came down myself a tenday ago and booked it.”

You saw a light go on in the bored man’s eyes. “Ah,” he said nodding, “I see the error. The table you booked is for next year. All our bookings are.”

Gale’s mouth simply hands open, a light red brushing just above his beard on his cheeks. 

“Gale,” you say softly, hand going to his arm, “It’s fine we’ll find something else for tonight and come back… next year.”

You resolutely, do not laugh.

Gale, still flabbergasted into silence, looks between you and the other man. For a moment he looks like he wants to argue with one of you but wisely, wisely, nods to you instead. You lead this time as you turn away from the lovely building.

Gale seems over his shock sometime later and sighs heavily. “It’s unlikely we’ll find something worthy of our first date tonight.”

He sounds so put down your heart breaks for a moment. You don’t give into the feeling and instead hook your arm through his. “Whatever we find will be perfect,” you assure him.

He offers you a small, but doubtful smile. 

You two wander, arm in arm, in the cool evening air. Gale doesn’t really seem to be looking for a new option but you are. And it appears down a dirt-packed road, you grasp his arm and point. 

Gale sputters again, “The Yawning Portal?” 

He seems incredulous that you would even suggest it. 

“Well they’re not likely to turn us away,” you risk a tease, “and besides you’ve spoken if it dozens of times. Let’s go!”

Gale relents almost immediately when you turn to him with pleading eyes, and as soon as he does you nearly drag him down the road. You laugh, out loud this time, when Gale shuffles his coin purse further beneath his robes. 

The proprietor barely spares you an eye roll as you two enter in your finery, he’s too busy to care. You run directly up to the dry well first and peer down, you can’t see anything but darkness. Gale gently redirects you to a table in the corner with an exasperated smile. Once he deems you safely secured into a relatively unoccupied corner he disappears towards the bar. Immediately you love this tavern with its rowdy clientele and atmosphere similar to many you had frequented in Baldur’s Gate. 

Gale returns with two mugs full of ale. “Food will be out in a moment,” he assures you, near shouting to be heard over the noise. 

You beam at him and reluctantly, he grins widely back.

One thing for Waterdeep is even in it’s most questionable of places the food is mouthwatering, a testament to Waterdeep’s reputation for the finest food on the coast. The two of you huddle together to hear each other without yelling as you eat. Gale surreptitiously points out some of the notable patrons that are there tonight. He lets you watch in rapt interest as a few bold adventurers lower themselves into the dry well, making for the Undermountain. Only once they disappeared did he launch into an explanation of the dungeon they were entering. 

Seemingly too soon the food is gone and your mugs empty. You don’t want the evening out to end just yet, you realize you miss your own little adventure (perhaps not the constant near-death aspect) and this place helps easy some of the sadness. Besides, as Gale’s mugs drained he leaned closer to you, words breathed against your ear and neck as he filled you in on everything he knew. 

You offer to get another round, immediately missing the warmth of his body pressed to yours as you stand. 

As you return you spot him watching you. The look on his face is openly dreamy, even when he realizes your watching him. 

The widening of his eyes is the only warning you receive before you trip into a rather stout dwarf you had somehow missed in your path. Your stumble sends the ale spilling down your front and most unfortunately directly over the dwarf’s head. 

In an instant he’s got both hands wrapped around your arms, the mugs falling to the floor. “Now, what in the hell is wrong with you,” he snarls yanking you forward nearly bending you in half so you’re closer to his level. 

You haven’t even fully registered what’s happened when just as quickly as he’d grabbed you, the dwarf is gone. 

Not gone, you realize. Instead, he’s now pinned against a table by Gale. He’s got one hand on the dwarf’s collar holding him and in the other he has a small spark of flame dancing in his palm. His face is dark, both literally and figuratively. Hair loosed by his sudden movements, falling forward and shielding his eyes from you.

This…

is new.

“... made a mistake, no need to get rough,” Gale is speaking and you suddenly realize the room’s gone quiet enough that you can hear him perfectly well despite the distance between you. 

In opposition to what he’s saying, the flame grows against his palm. 

The smell of beer hits you first, your front completely soaked in it. Then the realization that the dwarf is similarly covered sinks in. Gale is more likely to accidentally set the man ablaze than he is to diffuse the situation. 

That is what he’s trying to do, you hope. 

“Gale,” you speak just above a whisper, hand coming to rest on his back gently. 

You don’t want to cause the flame to catch. 

“It’s alright,” You assure him, hand rubbing in a soothing pattern, “We’re alright. Right?” The last is aimed at the dwarf who is glancing nervously between the flame and you now.

“Yeah,” He nods almost imperceptibly, “no harm done.”

Whatever had come over him abruptly left Gale, in one movement he both released the dwarf and extinguished the flame. 

“Well then,” you nod with an over-enthusiastic smile, “a round for everyone!” The coin pouch you hold up is Gale’s. 

Everyone is instantly merry, the volume once again rising so you can no longer hear those around you. 

“That’s not how I wanted our first date to go,” Gale says much later in the evening as you two are in the bath. 

You’re seated between his legs, leaning back against his chest, hand lazily drawing patterns on his knee in the water. Your ruined clothes are discarded on the floor somewhere near. The scent of rosewater is diluted only slightly by the smell of a tavern 

The laughter that bursts out of you is unexpected but after a beat even Gale joins in, head dipping back against the edge as he does. 

“It was perfect,” you insist turning your head to look at him.

Both of his eyebrows go up. “For us,” you amend. You twist just far enough to press a kiss to his lips. 

He hums against your mouth. “You still smell like you bathed in ale,” he teases, nose wrinkling.

[lsleofthelost]

(wip) girls looking through a sketchbook

[lychiism]

good morning to DomiKostas only 💌

[shakespearerants]

Following options:.

- one of my neighbors got really into marches and/or got their own drum set and has been practicing the same rhythm for hours on end the last few days

- something in the walls, mayhaps heating pipes or suchlike, makes noise that can be mistaken for very very faint drum rhythms just at the edge of your hearing

- having new and exciting kinds of Tinnitus that inexplicably go away when you put in ear plugs

- have been hallucinating very very faint marching drum rhythms for 2 days, either an effect of me spending the last 7 days in bed or am finally going completely off the rails

Nevertheless I have been hearing it since 5 pm and am just about on the verge of screaming

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

The pain of being autistic. Sell your soul and maybe people will like you.

[brownsugar4hersoul]

R O L L T H E D I C E

“ If you’re going to try, Go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. If you’re going to try, Go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs & maybe your mind. Go all the way. It could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail, It could mean derision, mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And you’ll do it despite rejection & the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, Go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods & the nights will flame with fire. Do it, Do it, Do it. Do it. All the way All the way. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter, its the only good fight there is. ” |Charles Bukowski|

[qrcatfinder]

[arminslovurrr]

satoru "fake backshots" gojo who likes to sneak up on u when ur doing the most mundane tasks around the house and give you fake backshots.

yes, fake backshots.

washing dishes? the man is trying his hardest not to make any noise as he slips into the kitchen, watching u from behind, licking his lips at the sight of u in pajama shorts n' a lousy excuse for a tank top, tapping ur foot n' humming to a song playing in your earbuds. completely and blissfully unaware of the mischievous man lurking behind u. until u feel him, his hands sly n quick, his left getting a hold of ur hips while, his right pushes ur back into a arch. barely having time to react, all you could do was gasp, n try to push him away.

to no avail, satoru presses his pelvis into ur butt, before pulling back n thrusting his hips back n forth. satoru grinned eliciting small sighs and gasps from the same lips that complained "pervert! i can't even do the dishes in peace anymore!" . the man behind u leaned down to obnoxiously moan in ur ear in response "yea? yea? you like that, huh? like it when i take you like this?" u rolled ur eyes in annoyance, pushing his head away from your ear as he continued to thrust his bulge into ur ass. "satoru, ur so weird!"

"ohhh you love it, huh? feel good? yea? you gonna cum for me, baby? don't worry im right here with y-you- fuckkkkk!! nghhhhhh !!!!" satoru threw his head back n' at this point you couldn't tell if he was being serious or overly obnoxious like he always is. that is until he slows his movements and you look back at him. ready to scold him, but then ur eyes shift to his navy blue sweatpants, an obvious darker hue over his bulge.

"whoops" he shrugged stepping closer to u

the weirdo came in his pants

ur fully facing him as he towers over u, caging u in with the sink behind u,

"wanna do it for real now?" he lazily grinned at ur perplexed expression.

a/n: here damn 🙄.

© arminslovurr 2023-25 , do not copy, translate, make ai chat bots or alter my work in any way.

[nanamisweetgirl]

🜼 ⋆ now that freak choso has you alone, he’s got you pinned in your tent, fucking you deep while your friends sleep just feet away.

the campfire’s long since died, just soft crackles and cooling ash outside now. everyone splitting up with their couples as they laughed and said their good nights to each other.

the second the tent door zips shut, the air shifts. the night cold is now settling more and the fire completely had died yet your skin still burns. it still stings where his fingers had you earlier. choso hadn’t even looked at you when he did it nor didn’t flinch.

he just sat there on the chair with you like nothing was happening, his chest warm and solid behind you, blanket thrown over both your laps, hand casually buried between your thighs while your friends laughed and passed around the bottle unaware.

he fingered you like he knew your body better than you did.

like he’d been waiting all trip to claim you right there while your friends looked you in the eye but choso didn’t rush or didn’t hesitate, he new better because didn’t even let you cum fully. pushing you close and let you soak his hand, and then left you twitching when he pulled away like it was nothing.

and now… this.

finally in your shared dark tent, chilly cold air. just you and him.

he’s on you before your back fully hits the sleeping bag, all his heat and low breath and rough hands tugging at the waistband of your shorts, his voice barely above a whisper as he mutters, “legs up. c’mere.”

you try to speak, maybe say his name, but your voice cracks in your throat when you feel the blunt press of his cock dragging slow between your folds, slick already pooling beneath you from earlier. your boyfriend gives you a look: lazy and confident before he spits into his palm, slicks himself up with a low grunt, and pushes inside without a warning.

you feel it in your lungs.

thick, steady, so deep like he’s not just inside you, he’s there to make it up for earlier. his hips roll slow, letting you feel every inch, every drag, the stretch dragging your walls open until your knees shake around his ribs. and you barely have time to moan before he’s lowering himself down, chest flush to yours, arms locking in around your shoulders like a cage.

and then he leans in fully, presses his cheek against yours, squishing your face sideways into the sleeping bag trapping you from moving too much as he starts fucking you in long, heavy thrusts. choso doesn’t just go fast, or pounds into you rough. no, instead his strokes are deep, so obscenely deep, like he’s trying to leave part of himself inside.

you whimper beneath him. a little too loud for the quiet night outside of your tent. he is fast with his hand, sliding over your mouth to drown your voice, palm warm and firm, fingers curled over your jaw.

“shhh,” he whispers, breath right in your ear, soft yet desperate. “keep quiet, baby. you’ll wake them.”

your body’s trembling now. your hands don’t know where to go. you try to grab his arms, his shoulders, anything to keep you grounded, but he’s too big, too close to your skin, too everywhere. the full weight of him presses you down into the sleeping bag, sweat from his chest already clinging to yours, and his cock just keeps grinding in, deep and low, dragging through the mess of you like he’s savoring the glide.

“that’s it,” he mutters, barely audible over your gasps. “fuckin’ soaked for me already.”

you try to breathe through your nose, pretending how his whole face is not just mushing you to the side against the pillow like matress. you are trying to stay quiet, but your thighs twitch every time he shifts. every time his hips push deeper and his bulbs tip catches that sore, swollen spot inside you that he teased earlier with his fingers but this is ten times better than earlier.

you make a sound, broken and choked whimper as you take what he gives you. his fingers press harder over your lips.

“quiet,” he says again, firmer this time. “don’t make me cover that pretty mouth.”

but it’s too much. you can’t stop from your cunt clenching around him, your back arches off the mat, and you cry into his hand when it hits you. your body tensing when your orgasm suddenly shudders through you. sharp and hot, hitting like a flash flood.

and he feels it. groans right into your ear when you tighten up around him, hips stuttering for half a second before he fixes his weight and grinds in deeper, chasing the feeling of your pussy clamping on his fat cock, your thighs are shaking, your body giving out under him.

“good girl,” he breathes. “that’s it. cry if you want. just keep those sounds to yourself.”

you nod, tears wetting the side of your face now, and he finally moves his hand, just to slide it down to your neck instead, thumb resting over your pulse. he’s not choking you, just holding on as a… distraction to keep himself from fucking his seeds into you.

but it makes your stomach flip anyway.

“you should’ve known what would happen,” he says, voice hoarse now, hips fucking into you a little rougher and a little sharper. “you knew what you were doing when you wore those shorts. knew what you wanted when you let me touch you out there.”

you know he’s drowned in his own pleasure cause the short was so basic, you’re not sure you might even be matching with one of your friends out there. yet you just take what he says.

he grinds again, thick cock dragging right against your g-spot, and you sob into the crook of his neck, legs tightening around his waist without meaning to.

he kisses your temple, soft and sweet. “but they don’t get this,” he whispers. “this is mine.” his pace doesn’t change. still that same slow, relentless thrust, driving you up and down the sleeping bag with every roll of his hips.

it doesn’t take him long before his trusts are deeper now, nastier even. his weight bearing down more as your body trembles from the inside out. you’re not even making real noises anymore. just soft little ahh’s, eyes rolling, lips parted and slack, brain flickering in and out from how full you are, how wet it sounds, how close he keeps you.

you’re already crying again when he finally lifts his face to look down at you. his brows furrowed and focused. his cheeks flushed, lips slick and wet from how he licks it. the view in front of him causes him to exhale like he’s seeing something holy.

it’s unplanned on he grabs the side of your jaw and turns your face gently so you’re looking at him now, nose to nose, even as his cock keeps dragging in and out of your soaked cunt like a fucking machine.

“open.”

you do breathlessly, not even waiting to be told twice. that’s when he spits into your mouth, slow and deliberate, thumb stroking your cheekbone after like he’s rewarding you.

“that’s it,” he murmurs. “take it.”

your lips close automatically, your tongue swallowing without thought, and that’s when you realize: you’ve stopped thinking entirely.

it’s just him now. the swell of his cock in you. the weight of his chest. the pressure on your neck. the way he whispers to you like he’s in love with your suffering. “keep quiet,” he says again, breath hitting your ear, “or i’ll make you.”

it doesn’t take him by a surprise when you cum again with his name caught in your throat, after all he was edging hou the whole fucking day.

choso grins low and groans when something in him starts to break.

you feel it in the way his hips begin to move—not faster, but harder, more intentional, like every thrust is being carved into your body, like he’s trying to shape your insides to fit him better. his breath gets heavier, very rougher. his chest rises and falls against yours in ragged sync. and when his hand drags down your body, slow and possessive, curling around your thigh just to hold it there as he fucks up into you like he needs this, like finishing inside you is the only way he’ll survive the night? you hold him close.

you don’t even have to say anything. you know he’s close. you can feel it in the tension winding through his whole frame, in the way his cock pulses deeper with every thrust, in the sharp, strained sound that slips from his throat when your nails rake down his back and your pussy tightens one more time around him like a vice.

he buries his face in your neck.

one last thrust and he groans, deep voice ripped raw from the back of his throat, hips driving in to the hilt and staying there as his cock throbs hard and spills deep inside you, thick and warm, one spurt after another, so much it leaks out before he even moves.

you shudder beneath him.

his hand spreads over your stomach like he wants to hold it there. keep it in you perhaps. like if he presses down hard enough, he can seal himself inside and never have to pull out.

and for a moment, he doesn’t move. you swallow, feeling him stays there. cock still inside you, still twitching. he’s breathing against your throat, damp and hot.

you’re both covered in sweat, legs shaking, mouths parted but silent, recovering from the intense orgasm he just had.

his hand brushes your cheek gentler now and you feel the pad of his thumb wipe away something wet before he tilts your face back toward his and kisses you. slow, wet and messy like it’s not rushed or greedy.

it’s his way of saying thanks, saying you’re his.

he doesn’t say anything after that, doesn’t need to. he stays on top of you until his cock softens and the mess between your legs cools against your thighs, until your body stops twitching and your breath starts to even out again.

and then, with one last kiss to your jaw, he tucks his arms under you, pulling you close to him like you’re not gonna mold into each other by now and pulls the sleeping bag over both your bodies.

you feel him exhale when you finally go still. his hand stays on your stomach the whole night.

and outside, in the next tent over, someone shifts in their sleeping bag completely unaware.

[rhaenyraeri]

clark kent using his x-ray vision while he fucks you <3

clark kent x fem! reader

minors dni, 18+!!

you could feel it in the way clark gripped your waist as he pressed into you, hips rolling with a slow, steady force. the pads of his fingers dug into your skin deep, no doubt leaving marks after. his light moans perfectly in tune with his thrusts, eyes half lidded behind his fogged glasses that had slid down a little. but his gaze was locked on you regardless, like he couldn’t look anywhere else— he wasn’t allowing himself to. he was lost deep into your body beneath him.

oh god, and he felt deep, too. feeling him stretch you in such a way, like he was buried into your core. he snapped his hips into yours with a sudden movement, causing you to dig your fingers into his shoulders, dragging them down his toned back. “oh my..clark, it’s— you’re so deep..”

he pulled out just enough to make a noticeable difference for when he slid back into you. you whined at the sensation of being full again, causing his breath to hitch. you took him so well.

“you okay, baby?”

you nodded, faster than you would’ve liked, arching your back. “i.. yeah.. i can.. oh god i can feel you in my stomach,” you moaned out, words faltering in pleasure.

clark slowed his thrusts to almost a stop, heart racing at the thought. his voice was deeper than you’d heard before. it was rougher, laced with lust.

“i know. i can see it. i can see me in your stomach.”

your eyes fluttered at his words. you barely had time to process before his hand left your waist to grab the hand you still had piercing into his back. he put your hand onto your stomach and placed his own overtop. he pulled out, pressed your hand against your skin, then pushed back in, forcing you to feel it. your whole body tensed at the feeling.

“what?”

“x-ray,” he said, his tone simple but weak, like he didn’t want to admit it, “right now, i can see just how deep i am.”

he pressed your hand into your stomach more as his pace picked up, hips rolling harder into you, pulling a moan from deep within you.

“oh, clark, it’s so..”

“right there, sweetheart. you feel that?,” he breathed, looking down at your stomach, eyes faintly glowing, “you’re taking all of me... good girl.”

that damn near killed you, wrecking you completely. you needed him faster than before, needed to feel him hitting as deep as he can, as fast as he can. you wrapped your other hand around his neck, pulling him down until his forehead was pressed against yours. “f-faster please.”

“yes, ma’am,” and with that he obliged, hips snapping quicker as he buried himself to the hilt. both of your breathy, raw moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. he couldn’t hold back anymore, he didn’t want to. not with how wrecked he had his girl underneath him. his hand never let go of yours, holding you down to feel just how full he can make you feel.

“look at you, clenching around me like that. wish you could see it, too.”

oh fuck. you couldn’t hold back anymore. your normally sweet, gentle boyfriend using his superpowers against you in the bedroom was enough, but hearing such filth come from his mouth? it’s enough to send you over the edge.

he tilted his head, lips brushing over your ear, “i can see you coming around me from inside.”

the second he said “i can see you coming”, you were done in. you moaned his name, just short of a scream, legs locking around his waist as the walls of your core clenched tight around him. he gasped as his own release surged through him, hitting him just as hard as your own did, watching himself spill into you as your slick leaked out.

never once did his hand leave your stomach as you came, now locking his fingers with yours over the top of your hand. his breathing was heavy against your neck, voice quiet and softer as he pressed light kisses to your jaw and cheek. “that’s it.. that’s my girl.”

your legs were still wrapped around him, though the tension in your body began to ease. after a few minutes of catching your breath, he raised up and let go of your hand, placing both beside your head. “you okay? it wasn’t.. too much, was it?”

you were quick to shake your head no, a laugh leaving you, “no, never. though, you seeing me come through my stomach was.. a lot. but in a good way.”

he smiled, kissing you lightly. “it’s.. it’s something else, i’ll tell you that. and i meant it, i could see every single bit of it. it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. how perfect you take me, how your body holds onto me when you come.. most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

[mooningningg]

notes, im rlly picky with the requests but honestly thank you guys! but this one was @sadrna such a fun scenario!

★ Roommate!Sukuna experiences a pregnancy scare.

You didn’t knock. You never did.

That alone should’ve been Sukuna’s first red flag.

The second red flag? You walked into his room holding your phone like it had personally threatened your entire bloodline. Hair a mess, hoodie too big — his hoodie, actually — and a look on your face that screamed do not fuck with me.

“Hey,” you said, voice weirdly even. “I’m late.”

Sukuna, lying half-naked on his bed in sweats, barely glanced up from his phone. “Yeah, no shit. I’ve been waiting on the sushi you promised—”

“Not late like that,” you snapped.

He finally looked at you. Really looked. And blinked.

“Oh,” he said.

Oh.

The word dropped like a boulder in the middle of the room.

You stared at each other. One heartbeat. Two. Then he sat up slowly, phone forgotten on the mattress, and scrubbed a hand over his face.

“You’re serious?”

“I’m not playing, Sukuna.” You crossed your arms, pacing like a caged animal. “I’ve been, like—craving weird things, and I’ve been nauseous for three days—”

“You’re always nauseous. You eat gas station ramen like it’s gourmet.”

“And I want mochi. Like every day. Don’t you think that’s weird?!”

He gave you a look.

“You crave mochi every other week.”

“Yeah, but I want it more now. Like emotionally.”

He looked like he was buffering. “How the fuck do you emotionally crave—”

“I’m telling you I might be pregnant and you’re grilling me about snack cravings?!”

Sukuna stood. Not dramatically — just slow, like he wasn’t quite sure how to stand anymore. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again.

“I mean—fuck. Are you sure?”

“I don’t know! That’s why I’m here!”

There was a long pause. Then Sukuna did something you didn’t expect.

He nodded. Just once. Then he scratched the back of his neck, exhaled hard, and said, “Alright. We’ll get a test.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Test,” he said again. “I’ll drive. The CVS near 4th still opens late, yeah? You don’t have to go alone.”

That was all. No shouting. No blaming. Just a slightly pink flush in his ears and a suddenly gentle tone.

“…You’re not freaking out?” you asked, arms still folded like a shield.

He rolled his eyes. “Why the fuck would I freak out?”

“Because you don’t even believe in using a hamper, Sukuna.”

He gave a short laugh, heading to grab a hoodie and his wallet. “Yeah, well. Hampers are for weak men. Babies are different.”

That shouldn’t have made you smile. But it did.

As he shoved his feet into his sneakers, he glanced at you again.

“You okay?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Not really.”

“Well, shit,” he muttered, brushing past you and pulling you by the wrist so you’d follow. “Then hurry up. Let’s get answers before you spiral into full psychosis.”

You glared. “You’re such a dick.”

He smirked. “You still let me hit raw though.”

“You’re literally the reason I might have a gremlin growing inside me.”

“I am the gremlin,” he corrected.

Later, after CVS. After awkward jokes in the aisle. After a tense drive and three whole minutes of pacing in the bathroom while he waited outside the door.

You stepped out slowly, holding the plastic stick like it was a grenade.

He looked up at you. “Well?”

“…Negative.”

Sukuna leaned against the wall, exhaled, and let his head thunk back. “Jesus.”

You stared at the test. Then him. Then the floor. “You’re disappointed.”

He scoffed. “What the fuck? No, I’m—just. Processing.”

“You are disappointed.”

“I’m not!”

“…You thought the baby would look like you.”

“Shut up.”

You cracked a smile.

And for a beat, in the thick silence between too many almosts and too much tension, he said, “You sure you're okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Then you turned to walk back to your room.

“Hey,” he said, just before you closed the door.

You looked over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“…You still want mochi?”

You paused. “Actually… yeah.”

He shoved his keys in his pocket. “C’mon, then. My treat. For, y’know—surviving your meltdown.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips curved upward anyway.

And as you walked out together — bickering, exhausted, weirdly… closer — Sukuna muttered under his breath,

“Emotionally craving mochi. What the fuck.”

You didn’t let it go the whole ride there.

notes, nooo cause let me tell you this is one of the scariest things i've experienced in my liiifeee.

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[tojishousewife]

“Screw you”

The door slams hard behind you, shaking in its frame and you’re pacing across the apartment, hair wild and messy, breath short, heart hammering in your chest. Toji’s following behind you, towel slung low on his hips—fresh from the shower with water dripping down the hallway carpet as he watches you from under that furrowed brow.

“You’re so fucking impossible!” you yell, spinning around to face him, fists clenched at your sides. “You never listen—ever! It’s always what you want, what you think is right!”

He chuckles and it’s low and infuriating, like he’s mocking you for being so cute when you’re mad. “Maybe that’s ‘cause I’m right most of the time, baby,” he says, voice flat and calm in that cocky way that makes you want to scream.

“God, you’re such a dick,” you snap, stepping toward him, your chest heaving in rage as you point your finger at him. “I don’t even know why I bother talking to you when you’re like this”.

“Then don’t.” He shrugs, turning around like he’s done. Like the argument doesn’t even matter. “Walk away if it’s so hard”.

That’s when you lose it. You storm up behind him and shove his shoulder. “Screw you, Toji”.

He stops in his tracks. Doesn’t turn around and stands still for a long, dangerous second.

Then he tilts his head just slightly, voice dropping into that low, threatening drawl that makes your blood go cold. “What’d you say to me?”

You stand your ground with pride, chin lifted—trying not to flinch under the weight of his stare when he finally turns with his eyes narrowed. “I said screw you”.

His tongue rolls behind his teeth, jaw tightening—then he lunges.

You barely have time to yelp before he’s got you in your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind him with a loud thud, grabbing the back of your neck with his big hand, and bending you over the mattress with no warning.

“You wanna run your mouth like a fucking disrespectful brat?” he snarls, yanking his towel off and shoving your panties down in one go, baring your ass to him and the cool air. “Then take what comes with it”.

He spits on your cunt, a huge chunk of spit dripping down your folds and onto the sheets—not even bothering to prep more than that as he’s rubbing his plump cockhead against your slit until you’re squirming—still pissed, still breathing hard, but already wet for him.

“You think I won’t?” he growls, and then—

He’s in.

All the way to the fucking hilt. No slow build-up or teasing. Just a filthy, full-bodied thrust from the massive older man that punches the breath right out of your lungs.

You lurch forward with a gasp, face smushed into the bedsheets, your fingers desperately clawing at the mattress as he brutally pounds into you like he’s punishing you.

“Yeah,” he huffs, hips snapping into yours as both of his thumbs dig into your asscheek, heavy balls slapping wet against your clit. “Tell me to screw you again. Fucking say it, baby”.

Your voice breaks around a whimper. “T-Toji—”

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back to look at him. “No, say it right. ‘Screw you,’ remember? Big talk for a little girl who’s about to cream on my cock”.

You try to spit some venom back, some kind of comeback—but all that leaves your mouth is a pathetic moan as he angles deeper, bullying that sweet spot inside you with every stroke of dick and it annoys you even make at how good he’s making you feel.

He doesn’t let up. One hand on your hip, the other dragging down your spine to make your arch deeper, his voice all grit and heat in your ear.

“Fucking mouthy little brat,” he grunts. “Needed this, huh? Needed me to shut you up. Always talking back, always pushing me—this what you wanted?”

Your answer is another helpless whine, your cunt squelching loudly around his cock with every punishing thrust, your body already twitching from the edge you’re climbing way too fast.

He leans over you, his heavy bodyweight pressing down and smushing you to the mattress, cock buried so deep it feels like he’s in your guts. His breath is hot and ragged at your neck.

“I’ll screw you so fucking hard you forget your own name,” he growls. “Put a baby in this smart-ass pussy and see how much talking you do with your belly all round and heavy for me”.

Your body jolts—walls clenching and clamping tightly around his shaft like you’re silently telling him ‘YESYESYES’. Your cunt gushing milky white streaks around him like a faucet as you sob into the sheets. “T-Toji—fuck—I’m—”

“Cum,” he commands, hand gripping your throat, his thrusts turning downright vicious now. “Fucking cum for me. Let it out. Cry on this dick, baby, go on”.

You break—coming so hard your legs give out beneath you, shaking and twitching while he keeps fucking through it, using your soaked cunt like its a toy for him.

He groans behind you, deep and rough and it’s so fucking sexy. “Fuck—you’re tight—goddamn—”

Then he pulls you back on his cock by the neck, holding you there while he pounds you harder and faster till the headboard is rattling against the wall while he’s growling deep in your ear, “You’re gonna take this load, sweetheart. You earned it. Every drop, disobedient fucking slut”.

He finally releases his seed deep, his hips pressed flush to your ass and cock buried all the way him, pulsing and spilling inside you—you feel him twitch and curse against your skin.

Toji collapses over your back, his breath heavy with sweat dripping onto your shoulder as you both lay there, spent, sticky, flushed.

He mutters against your neck with a mocking laugh, almost smug: “Told you I was right”.

And all you can do is whimper, completely and utterly wrecked.

[dmitriene]

cw: breeding kink.

simon ghost riley asks you for a baby, with his cock a heavy weight against your fluttering, glossy folds, glistening wet with pooling slick at the seam of your cunt, smeared along your clenched, supple thighs, the leaking tip of his cock is right there, teasing over your twitching lips, sopping, parting around his meaty girth with viscous strings of your gathered arousal, his muscular, beefy chest plastered against your arching back, as he tugs you forcefully, grasping at your supple sides.

pleads you to give him it, and you can't think, not with your woozy mind floating somewhere distant, lightheaded, his cock filling your pulsing hole just in time as your pussy gushes down, slicking down the root of his twitching, swollen cock, breaching inside of you, stretching out your thin, sensitive walls and feeling how you squeeze down tight, making his hips jump, flat against your plump, round ass, the heaviness of his taut balls right there, brushing over your puffen folds.

you sob and moan, feel the searing, blooming heat just below your belly, coiling, burning a patch to the neglected, warm nub of your clit, as your hips squirm, pushing back, sinking down, slick heat of your pussy clenching around his ramming, girthy cock, clutching him in, chocking along the gummy ridges of your squelching hole, as simon ruts in, your leg gliding along his, shivering at the feel of his short hairs fuzzed up, his hands mapping over your body, calloused palm flat over the fat of your tit, fingers sinking in, groping.

simon's voice is broken behind you, panting against your parting mouth, when your head lolls aside to meet his kisses, his tongue licking over your pouting, wobbling lips, coating them in drool, sticking his tongue against yours, suckling, flesh of his lips chapped, tissued, and you hiccup in the feeling, as he fondles with your tits, alternating messily between all this lovely fatness, snarling, growling that you will look good with them lactating, full with milk for the baby you would nurture in your womb.

he wants a family, wants you going around with your belly full, bloated out because of the pregnancy, and he needs your cunt to take every drop of his cum, thick ropes of seed spurting against your cervix, his tip butting in, twitching and filling your seizing, gushing cunt, your whole body quivering, writhing at every fresh, steady roll of simon's broad hips, cock plugging your creamy hole, as he shushes your overstimulated, breathy cries, your orgasm still haven't left your body, cramping in your stomach.

it's gotta take in, hoarse, gritted voice rings in your ears, your body long gone boneless, limbs light, easily arranged as he makes you curl, calloused hands smoothing over the dips of your body and your soaked thighs, his cock sliding even deeper, a short, smooth glide, as you hiccup in the pillow at your right, bleary eyes searching for simon, as his thumb presses under your jaw, directing your face aside, where you meet his smoldering, softened gaze, nuzzling in his bristled cheek, and just like that, you pass asleep.

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