#this is driving me to the brink of insanity

[hplonesomeart]

I’m getting so antsy about finishing this—Oh how I long for the day I’ll be able to share the full thing in motion. Alas that day never comes because I keep making it increasingly more complicated for myself to get done lol. Maybe give it another month

[itsdumbbitchhours]

so I made it to phase 2. currently on midnight and I'm not even tagging this post as spoilers bc I don't know what's going on. nothings been explained there's nothing to spoil.

basically yeah there's this portal between main dimension and mev's dimension. it's being kept open by a sigil-ified box on mev's side. its tech main dimension doesn't recognise. 13000 mortal refugees came through in 36 hours. and no one?? seems concerned??

I, personally, am very concerned because I like to make assumptions based on limited facts. my explanation for why this is happening is logical, so it's probably not the one derek will have used, but I'll explain it anyway.

the main dimension doesn't understand the tech. it's on the alt side. so there's 3 people who could be doing that. it's not the mortals bc they don't have access to tech like that. I severely doubt it's the resistance bc all the tech they get is stolen and also serpine is in charge, he doesn't give a fuck. so that, logically, means it's mev's ppl who have done this.

further evidence, in the alt reality, when smth goes against what mev wants he's quick to mobilise and retaliate tenfold. makes sense because how else do you rule the world. he's had 36 hours to mobilise. he has a teleporter. he could've been there in seconds. it's been 36 hours and he's down 13000 people. if he wanted to stop it by now he would've done. so that must mean he wants it to continue.

and again no one is concerned that he might come through? no one cares that he might be up to smth? I get abyssinia is a priority rn but can this also not be one?

I literally have a full time big girl adult job and this portal is all I can think abt all the time. it's driving me insane. and what's driving me even more insane is that none of the characters care at all!

all throughout book 7 and 9 they were talking abt how dangerous it would be to keep shunting there bc mev might find a way to open a portal and then invade, he has literally done that and now it's a non issue.

sat at my little office job thinking of the fictional portal. lying in my little bed thinking of the fictional portal.

[local-limebug]

adhd is an emotional storm and NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT !!! like... executive dysfunction and forgetfulness and time blindness and all are a huge part of it and i see those being talked about all the time but no one fucking talks about the depression, the risk seeking, the hyperactive thinking, the things understimulation can lead to, like?? ADHD IS HELL. AND ALL ANYONE FUCKING TALKS ABOUT IS HYPERFIXATIONS.

[ratatatastic]

"stars had a spa day" WELL OUR C AND A ARE ON A ROMANTIC DATE NOT EVEN 2 HOURS AFTER THEY LANDED IN HELSINKI

[prettyboykatsuki]

okay so. does rin know isagi and fujoneet reader have done it? does isagi tease rin about it bc he knows rin's a sick freak that needs a little prodding? does rin jack it to the thought of them together? or maybe just her? does f

rin knows because isagi tells him LOL. isagi sucks but he gets off on pissing rin off and rin in this context uses isagi as like. a buffer for his own lust towards you. its soooo weird LMAO. rin jacks it to the thought of readers pleasure specific and feels such crazy shame. they are so prime for cucking

but really in this universe it's like ohh. reader is so inexperienced and rin knows it though he doesn't do anything about himself just yet. and he just. nonstop thinks about her. thinks about her with a hand in her torn-up shorts and her face buried in pillows while isagi is plowing her, how good she must feel, how sensitive and uselessly wet she is. and it makes him angry but the thought of it makes him so hard

i think isagis torment is probably because he can tell how much rin seems to refuse to acknowledge his obvious want for her. fujoneet reader is really oblivious but isagi knows rin veryyy well and he knows all that bully is like a shoddy coverup to his desire about her. rin does jack off to the thought of them but it also makes him so viscerally angry to think of her weeping on anyones cock but his lol

[sodarlo]

being an artist and a writer as both hobbies sucks because like. both look like shit when I do em. art always doesn’t play out as well as I think the piece is going to in my head, and writing doesn’t go well because the good plots I make up are the ones where I get a random idea on a Sunday afternoon and just. don’t write it down???

[birdykane]

i love the way you draw shiv so much and studying your art has made it a lot easier for me to draw him myself. 🫵 you're pretty damn cool

AAAAAAAAAAAH TY SO MUCH!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Uno reverse I love your writing so much... Your Pocketknife fics on Ao3 have me feral every time I read them

[anirudhpisharody]

this fandom would be such a good case study for cognitive dissonance

[tyrannuspitch]

of course there doesn't need to be A Reason for relationships in fiction (or real life lol) to be romantic/sexual. like you can just enjoy them that way, it's fine. but. it is slowly driving me to the fucking Brink just how often close interrogation will reveal that the answer to "why do you read this as romantic/sexual" is just "because it involves strong emotions".

[digitalcarcrash]

the Guyest guy. the Blorboiest blorbo, even

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

do you guys ever just have a dnd character sitting dormant for so long that you just stop being able to be normal about them? yeah i have s e v e n  o f  t h e m

[ihavevisions]

Ulla 🤝🏽 Varian

Not knowing what the fuck they’ll do after this one (1) plan

[ratatatastic]

florida panthers @ boston bruins game 6 | 5.17.24 (x)

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. the jjk men coming back home to their lovely housewife after a rough day at work <3

tags. satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna x housewife!female reader (separately). fluff, mostly smut. size difference for all of em. manhandling here n there. p in v -> unprotected. crēampies. brēēding themes. half asleep when writing this—apologies for any grammar errors

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔. dry humping, cūmshot, reader gets called ‘angel, baby’.

“mmmh.. ya smell like cookies,” satoru sighs as he hugs you from behind, lightly swaying your bodies back and forth in a romantic dance. you had jazz playing in the background while you were baking some cookies, completely relaxing in the comfort of your home.

you got somewhat startled when satoru first appeared behind you, his arms sneaking around your waist. you scolded him—though were quickly soothed back into a loving mood when he kissed your neck and enveloped you in his embrace.

satoru can’t help but to let his urges take over. having his pretty little wife in his arms in that apron he bought, is doing unspeakable things to his body. his hands roam all over your torso until they stop to fondle your breasts.

“no no,” your husband swirls his tongue around your ear as his hands squeeze your chest from underneath your shirt. “continue what you’re doing, angel. let your hubby do what he needs to do, ‘kay?”

you’re used to the usual routine by now; satoru coming home, spoiling you with either gifts, food or his affection before relieving his stress on you. satoru never leaves you sexually frustrated—ever.

“kay,” you nod and just continue to work on the batter for your next batch of chocolate chip cookies. it’s difficult to concentrate when satoru’s warm breath sends shivers down your spine. his tongue slithers from your ear to your neck, unapologetically leaving hickeys. he always makes sure to give you them. you’re his and he needs to keep reminding you of that fact.

“fuck, baby,” satoru’s breath hitches once he feels your hips jolt back against his groin. his fingers brushing against your sensitive nipples was all it took for you to get worked up. you whimper his name under your breath—body squirming in his arms.

satoru bites your earlobe gently, his own hips not able to stay still for another second. he rolls his lower body against yours from behind until you can feel the imprint of his hardening erection pressing against your ass. you grind back against him, to which satoru responds by tweaking your swollen nipples, “such a naughty fuckin’ wife i have.”

your husband is on the edge of just cumming into his pants without any shame. he’s done so before when in your presence—the dry humping always gets to him. it’s a weakness of his that he isn’t good at hiding. he rubs his huge bulge right between your sweet and plump asscheeks, getting off from the feeling.

“gonna make me cum in my pants,” satoru whines and his slender fingers dig into the fat of your breasts even more. he’s needy for you, for every part of you. the fact that you’re sweet enough to accept what he gives you is driving him to the brink of insanity. he tries to stop himself, though to no avail, “shit— don’t wanna— need to cum inside of y—”

a string of whimpers leave satoru’s mouth and his hips spasms against your ass, pressing you against the kitchen counter as he gives one last thrust forward. “my god,” satoru breathes against your nape, his throat dry as he imagines that it’s your warm cunt swallowing every drop of his cum instead of his boxers.

you turn your head to look at satoru behind you. “are you okay, hubby?” you ask through soft breaths. the white-haired man shivers at your smooth voice which makes him press the bulge in his pants against your behind even tighter. you can feel a certain wetness starting to form on the front of your lover’s pants.

“yeah, totally fine,” satoru breathes out, trying to stay cool, calm and collected. he’s trying his best not to ravage you right now. he’s throbbing—blood flowing into his cock again already. you’re the only one who could trigger such sensual reactions from him.

satoru pats your ass a couple times, letting his wet tip rub against your folds through his pants;

“just wish i could’ve bred y’r cunt instead. fuck—can i? need to pump my pretty girl full before i go insane.”

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔. on the table top lol, reader gets called ‘sweetheart, darling’

suguru always makes a beeline towards you after he gets home. it’s tough being a cult leader—having to ‘treat’ people who come begging him for help. having to exorcise those curses that haunt those incompetent buffoons.

all of it is exhausting to the sorcerer. and what better way is there than to find solace in the presence of his stay at home wife?

“sweetheart,” suguru shows you that handsome smile of his the moment he steps into the living room, “need some help?” his eyes dart down at you on your knees, manually scrubbing a spot underneath the couch that was hard to reach. his gaze is focused on the arch of your back, how your ass sticks up as you complain about you’re inability to reach that spot in the corner.

“no, ‘tis fine,” you sigh and give up. you sit up straight on your knees and finally look at suguru. you didn’t expect him to stand so close to you in under a second, his hands reaching for you the moment he comes into your vision.

before you know it, you’re stripped from your shorts and panties. your back is on top of the nearest dining table and suguru’s standing right between your spread legs. he reveals his stiff cock after unzipping his pants and gives it a good few pumps as he looks you up and down, “i’ll fuck the frustration out of you, yeah? don’t you worry, darling.”

a win-win situation; suguru gets to take care of his needs and you get to forget about your exhaustion from all the household chores. your back arches off the surface and your eyes widen the second you feel his dick invade your tight pussy.

“mmh, yeah— that’s it,” suguru grunts, not able to take off his eyes from your wet folds as his cock disappears between them with each thrust. he starts off slow, allowing you to get used to the feeling of being stretched out, “you’re doing so well. you deserve this and so much more.” you appreciate the little things your husband does to make sure you stay comfortable throughout the entire process.

“suguruu,” you moan out his name, to which he responds with a short hum. your nails dig into his muscular back with every move—each time his tip taps that sweet spot deep inside of you. suguru kisses the inside of your upper arm before moving up to place a peck on your forehead.

“mhm, such a good little wife,” he sighs in content and fails to contain those noises of pleasure. you catch the faint grunts and moans that leave his lips between heavy breaths. suguru’s completely blessed to have you be his forever lover, “thank you for taking care of the house today as well.”

your stomach fills with butterflies because of his smooth tone. suguru’s calm yet hoarse voice ringing in your ears makes you want to burst already. the long-haired man punctuates his thrusts with pecks on your cheeks—kissing you after each slow yet harsh hip thrust.

your teary eyes meet his and you’re completely mesmerised by the way he looks at you. your husband is careful about the way he treats you, especially during intimate moments where you’re the most vulnerable.

though at the end of the day, he’s also but a man. seeing his gorgeous wife underneath him as he’s drilling into her will make him lose it. no doubt. all suguru wishes to do is to make that belly of yours expand with his love—his cum;

“hold onto me, sweetheart. i’m going to go a bit harder on you today, is that okay? yeah? good girl, take it for me.”

𝐅. 𝐓𝐎𝐉��; mating press, reader gets called ‘doll, wife, ma.’

assassin work is not for the weak. you know it, toji knows it. he always comes back home late at night. sometimes he doesn’t return home for days on end. you’re constantly living in fear that your husband may never return. even as toji reassures you that he will, every day.

“were ya worried again, doll?” toji asks as he tries to console you. you had been crying, he could guess by the dried tears on your cheeks. it’s around three in the morning and he had returned from yet another mission. only to find you still up.

“you promised you’ll stop doing such dangerous work,” you hiccup, trying your best not to cry again. toji sighs and turns your face so he could look you in the eye. he can’t help the tingle of excitement that runs down his spine—you’re adorable when you’re upset, “i did, didn’t i?” toji nods as his callused hand runs up and down your side.

he feels guilty every single night. he’s going to quit his job for your sake, though first, he has to save up some money that would last you a couple months. toji hates seeing you in distress about him and thus always tries to distract you.

by pleasuring you until you’re unable to think about nothing but him.

“i’ll make it up to ya,” toji grunts the moment he has your legs up in the air, your body nearly folded in half underneath his bigger one. he loves this position solely because he can see every change in your facial expressions. “c’mon, wife,” the dark-haired man mumbles, his eyes glued to your bouncy breasts and pouty lips, “told ya not to worry too much ‘bout me, yeah?”

you nod, knowing you should trust your husband. he’s never once broken his promises of coming back home to you. so, you simply let go and moan his name repeatedly as his tip kisses the deepest parts of your insides. “i—i trust you,” your tongue rolls out due to how well toji’s pounding you into the mattress.

toji grins at the sight. just a couple thrusts and you’re gone—completely cockdrunk without a worry in sight. he lets out a moan at the way you’re holding onto him so desperately, like you don’t want him to go. “fuck, keep that up ‘n i’m gonna knock you up, ma,” toji hisses. he can’t keep himself from cumming right inside of your cunt if it keeps on squeezing him.

you can’t even respond due to his thrusts knocking the wind out of your lungs. you can only babble about how deep he is and how you’d love to carry his kid. toji’s on cloud nine as he hears you confess your desires to get impregnated by none other than him;

“mmh, don’tcha worry, ‘m g’nna make you a momma soon enough. that way y’ won’t be lonely no more when i’m gone. gonna give you a kid so that you’ll always have a piece of me around—heh.”

𝐒. 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍; heian era. degradation. cunnilingus. reader gets called ‘woman, brat,’

all you can do when sukuna isn’t around, is bore yourself to death. you hang out with your lady-in-waiting or with the cats walking around the estate. sometimes you go visit markets or other beautiful places right outside of the area, but that’s all there is to it.

though, when sukuna returns from his duties, you’re always happily welcoming him back. you’re the first one to greet him and lead him to a place of relaxation. that place being your shared bedroom. sukuna’s hungry eyes that are focusing on the way your clothes fit around your curves tell you more than enough.

“where ‘s my dinner, woman?” the king of curses’ deep baritone nearly makes you shake. you watch as he sits back against the headboard of the bed, his expression stoic yet amused. you know he doesn’t mean real food—he means you.

you’re his dinner.

you take the hint and slowly undress yourself, a strip tease to make sukuna excited about what’s to come. however there are more consequences to teasing him, as he isn’t a person known for his patience.

“stop wriggling,” sukuna scoffs against your wet cunt not a minute later. your clothes are ripped off your body and your legs are wrapped around his head. you can’t stay still when sukuna’s tongue is quite literally devouring you.

you moan out his name loudly, just the way he likes it. sukuna grins against your wet folds, letting the tip of his tongue roll up and down your slit while his thick finger lazily stimulates your clitoris. “got a fuckin’ brat as a wife,” sukuna delivers a harsh slap against your sensitive cunt after cupping it with one big hand, “stay still, i said.”

you squeal at the rough contact. you attempt to listen to your husband, but your body doesn’t allow it. your sticky thighs keep shaking and your hips keep jerking upwards against his mouth. his wet tongue slobbering all over your pussy is a clear sign of just how much sukuna looks forward to coming home—to watch you beg for mercy when he goes too far.

“delicious,” sukuna pants as he dives deeper into your folds, burying his entire face against your cunt. he sniffs your scent and simultaneously enjoys the taste of your wet juices. you’re all he needs after a frustrating day of taking care of duties back to back.

one of his hands brushes against your lower abdomen to keep you pinned to the bed. you grab the wrist of that hand and hold onto it for support. sukuna groans at the sight of you trying so hard to not cum on spot from his actions.

he speeds up the movements of his tongue and his big hand squeezes your tummy a little in the meantime;

“i think i’ll go for a second round of dessert after this one, ey? what’d ya think? wanna let everyone know that you, your cunt and your whole body is all mine—so i’ll probably fuck ye so good y’re gonna be heard all ‘round the estate.”

[connorsui]

Caleb's Encouragement

He groans and feels himself on the brink of another intense climax as you continue to milk him. "Your pussy is so sloppy, baby," he stammers, overwhelmed by the feeling of filling you up again. Your soft and wet walls massage him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. You moan from the intense sensation, your own body trembling with need.

He can't believe how wild and insatiable you've become, driving both of you insane with desire. Suddenly, his eyes snap open when he feels something warm hit his chest. Looking up, he sees tears glistening in your lashes and your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you grind down on his cock.

"I-I can't," you sob pathetically, still moving your hips in a desperate rhythm. The throbbing sensation inside of you only intensifies your need for release. "I can't stop, Caleb. It's not enough, I -"

As you finally look into his eyes, he can't help but feel shocked by your disheveled appearance. Your hair is a mess and your cheeks are flushed so hot and pink. But what surprises him the most are the tears streaming down your face. Yet even in this state, you are still the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Caleb's heart aches at the sight of your desperate need. He reaches up to caress your tear-stained cheek,

"Shh, it's okay, baby," he soothes, voice husky with his arousal. "I've got you. I got you, just let go for me."

His hips snap up to meet yours, driving even deeper. You cry out at the intensity, more tears spilling over. Caleb's hands grip your waist, guiding your movements as he thrusts upward. The new angle has you seeing stars.

"There you go, just let go for me" he encourages. "Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart." feeling you nod frantically against him, unable to speak from the way his cock drilled up into your pussy, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "see?, I got you, j’ just relax, and take it, baby, let me spoil my girl"