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[sukunas-wife]

Yuji stood there with teary eyes, sniffling and ready to scream

His father was sat there with a smug smile staring down at him

You could barely see over your husband’s shoulder who was leaning on his side over your lap. Yuji’s hands coming up reaching for you only to lightly be swatted away by Ryomen

“No, mine.”

Yuji let out a silent cry, Sukuna’s grin widened as you sighed

“Moommmyyy” he tried to push past his dad hands reaching out for you again

“No,” Sukuna swatted his little hands away again, “Mine.”

Yuji let out a small scream and started crying falling back and down onto his little butt, “MooMMMYyyyy”

You had watched this happen for five minutes and you shook your head with a smile, “Come here baby.” Sukuna moved out the way and you lightly shouldered him with a smile, he still had a grin on his face as he picked up Yuji dropping him on your lap

Yuji’s hands clinging to your shirt as he sniffled into your chest, only for Sukuna to lean down to his ear, “still mine.”

Yuji wailed looking up at you before you placed a hand on his head kissing his forehead, his smile was wobbly with teary eyes as he buried his face into your chest again and Sukuna chuckled placing his hand over yours on Yuji’s head. “Heh, brat.”

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[smokbeast]

;3; to moondrop, I like your cape

Jingles his bells and runs away

He likes you too :D

[feyhunter78]

Hi 💕

If requests are still open can you do something Elrond x reader where reader watches him duelling for sword training (or something similar)?

Can be as sweet or spicy as you want❤️

I know you sent this in ages ago, I'm so sorry!!! Also, I'm so bad at describing fighting, please ignore that

Sparring Sessions

You sit with your friend Taethrien on one of the various stone benches that line the outer circle of the training yard. The open space of packed dirt and training dummies, the sounds of sparring and instruction mingling with grunts of exertion from the younger elves.

“Again.” Elrond calls, his voice sharp, like a whip, his face set in stone, as he jerks his head towards the fallen sword of his sparring partner.

The younger elf, Narion, you believe his name is, picks up his sword, and settles back into a sturdy fighting stance, sweat dripping from his brow.

You know you should intervene, insist that your husband take more care with the younger elves, but you find yourself unable to. Your eyes drawn to his form, the graceful but powerful movements, the controlled strength behind his swings and strikes.

“Elrond is quite intense this morn, is he not?” Taethrien says, watching the pair as they begin, Narion lunging first, seemingly not learning his lesson.

You hum in response, captivated by the easy way Elrond deflects the blow. He has not even broken a sweat, but his hair is disheveled from him raking his hand through it.

There is a smirk, almost cocky, on Elrond’s face as Narion growls and tries to fake right and catch Elrond off guard. He sees right through it, striking Narion’s exposed side.

“Oh, poor boy, he must cease leaving his left side so open.” She continues, frowning as the flat of Elrond’s blade taps against Narion’s ribs.

You hum again, feeling your stomach flip when Elrond spots you and sends you a quick smile, a simple uptick of his lips, but it is enough to make a sudden warmth flood your face.

“Y/N?” Taethrien asks, turning to face you, her brows furrowed. “Are you listening.”

“Yes, yes, I agree, left side, much too exposed.” You say far too quickly, remembering where you are and tearing your eyes from Elrond.

She tilts her head, a catlike smile on her lips, but says nothing of your reaction. “My husband should be along soon, perhaps he will present a finer challenge for Elrond than the young ones do.”

“I am sure it will be a worthy display of both their skills.” You smile, bumping your shoulder into hers. “And it will allow me to see this strength of his you are so very fond of.”

 “I told you of that in confidence.” She whispers, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears.

“It is nothing to be ashamed of.” You reassure her, patting her hand.

A sudden shout draws your attention back to the ring, where Elrond has Narion at sword point, the young elf on his back in the dirt. You grip your skirts, a flash of heat surging through you as Elrond sheathes his sword with a one-handed, fluid motion, before pulling Narion up from the dirt.

“It seems we both may have something, not to be ashamed of.” Taethrien teases, making a show of pretending to try and unfurl your fingers.

You do not tease her in return when it is her husband against yours, they are newly married, still in a phase of infatuation, still discovering much about themselves and each other. Besides, you are far too focused on Elrond as he and Iandor spar, their swords singing, sparking through the air, throwing bits of sunlight as it glints off their blades.

“Do keep up Elrond, I know you have not tasted battle in ages, but surely you cannot be this out of practice.” Iandor taunts jovially, a bright smile on his face.

Elrond throws him a devastatingly charming smile in response, the gleam of a worthy challenge in his eyes. “No, my friend, I am simply allowing you the advantage, I would not wish to embarrass you in front of your new bride.”

They spar for what feels akin to eternity as well as mere moments until they call it a draw, both men breathing heavily, clapping each other on the shoulder as they return their weapons to the rack.

You meet Elrond halfway, and he wipes the sweat from his brow, smiling at you, his chest still rising and falling harshly. “My starlight, I can only hope we did not bore you.”

“I never tire of watching you train.” You tell him, dusting the dirt from his training leathers, attempting to banish the memory of your wedding night from your mind. The way he looked hovering above you, his curls wild, his pupils blown wide, his bare chest heaving, the sound of your name on his lips. “I always find such interest in seeing more of this side of you. I know my husband the poet, the herald, the romantic, but I see seldom see my husband the warrior.”

“Truly, I prefer the quill to the sword, but I cannot deny a good bout brings a certain sense of joy to me.” He says, as you both wave goodbye to Taethrien and Iandor.

“You fight well, as you always have.” You compliment, leaning your head against his arm as you walk back to your shared chambers. You must cease these thoughts, stifle the heat, lest you become a lecher for your own husband.

“I am better with a bow.” He deflects, ever so humble.

“You are skilled with both, though I would not say you are a better archer than swordsman.” You tease. “That title belongs to Galadriel.”

Though you say it, your mind’s eye still conjures an image. His deft hands wrapped around the bow, his broad shoulder spread, his spine straight, his arms taut as he pulls back the arrow. Heat rushes through you once more, and you bite the inside of your cheek to clear your mind.

“Yes, I know it is your preference, but it is not…” Elrond stretches his arms behind his head, a small groan slipping past his lips, and you all but trip over your own feet.

“It is not what?” He asks, his hands flying out to steady you. His touch is lightning, striking through you, setting fire to the desire that had been bubbling within you since his blade had met its first foe in the early hours of the morn.

“Stars, Elrond, simply—” You grab him by the collar of his leathers and yank him down, your lips melding with his, frantic and fevered.

He melts into your touch, lips parting as his grip tightens on you, dragging you closer.

You press yourself against him, walking him backwards until his back meets the wall, a surprised gasp escaping him.

“We are still along the path; anyone could come upon us.” He breathes, loathe to separate his lips from yours.

“We will hear them before they do.” You assure him, though you doubt your vigilance and his, when your lips leave his own, trailing across his chiseled jaw, up to his ear, taking his earlobe between your teeth.

Elrond lets out a strangled moan, the sound shooting through you, warming you like Dwarven ale. “Fenedhis, y/n, please.”

You press a chaste kiss to the place beneath his ear, and return your lips to his jaw, your fingertips replacing your teeth, tracing the shell of his ear. “Of course, my love, anything you desire.”

He groans lowly, his fingers bunching in your skirts as he tries to calm himself. “My sweet starlight, do not torture me.”

You untangle one of his hands, and slide it beneath your skirts, a shiver running through you when he grips your thigh and drags you closer. “I would never. I want only to give you what you desire, remember?”

His chest brushes against yours with each breath, leather against silk, desire swirling between you, as he leans down to capture your lips, stopping a hairbreadth away. “Let us return to our chambers then, it seems you much to give me.”

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[buwheal]

Hey Spamton, how are Pipis created?

[tricoufamily]

look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes—

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[userchai]

so, just had a thot 🤭. Like in the movie The Mummy (if you remember/seen it :)) how Anck-su-namun is covered/painted in gold, (as to tell if anyone else besides the King/Pharaoh has touched her) I feel Geta would do the same to his little and latest play-thing ... he'd be possessive for sure and get all stabby if he were to ever find out if someone .. anyone dared be so bold as to even look or think about touching his property in such a way

Him getting pissed because someone touched what belongs to him would definitely be hot as fuck. I need someone to write this because I have too many wips right now. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[soracities]

traveling to see a long distance lover in a few months and we're both about 5'4.. its symmetry of the heart! its completing a matching set after 20 years! its fitting over each other like milkcrates! its our shadows lining up! its picking same-sized clothes to exchange so we can still hold each other after i go! im in love and its my scariest secret! i am in love!!!!!

anon this is..........i am..............oh my godddd 😭

[blueskittlesart]

Hatsune Garfield

yeah

[dailypacesetter]

hey mr payser!! what do you think about dave and buck dating?

The Pacesetter mumbles to himself. "For what, 5 years or so...? Whatever, whatever, I don't care..." DAY 89

[wolfsbanesparks]

Hey y'all!

I'm very excited to share this bind! This book was made for the winner of my Fandom Trumps Hate auction via the crafts bazaar! @fandomtrumpshate

This is a tete-beche style bind where the book contains two separate fics and one is flipped upside down in relation to the other so no matter which way you hold it one of the stories is oriented for reading! The "reverse" pages with the cards are where the two stories meet in the middle. I also included a matching bookmark since the usual ribbon bookmark wouldn't make sense for this style of bind. This is my first time trying this technique (I didn't even know the name of it until I was halfway through typesetting!) But I am so happy with the result!

Fandom: Supernatural

The fics are The Glamorous Life and Hating the Weather both by Rivkat.

I just mailed it off, so I'm eagerly awaiting confirmation that they got it!

[mcondance]

me @ hobie

it's big. curves to his right, our left. cute lil happy trail. keeps it trimmed. pretty, thick mushroom tip. not exceptionally thick but thick enough and long.

[sukunas-wife]

You can be in the middle of a build a baby session Ryomen and hear Yuji’s little voice outside your door going “Mommy I had a bad dream.”

And you can try to push him off but he’s not moving- he’s finishing his job and will straight up lie so well Yuji will believe you really were just doing endurance wrestling or something.

“Daddy said it so it must be true! Me next!”

Which leads to you trying to pull your robes on while Ryomen body slams Yuji into the bed making him bounce, “Alright brat you wanna fight we’re gonna fight till you give up.”

They’ve been at if for an hour and Yuji keeps jumping off the bed throwing himself at his daddy just to be thrown and bounce on the bed again bad dream long forgotten 😭

[ask-shane]

Shane why did you send me a recipe of a bun made with toxic mayonnaise 💀

“hehe.”

- shane

sent from my iphone

[buwheal]

hey spamton! anything interesting happen recently?

[hindulivesmatter]

Your bio says proud Indian but then why only hindu lives matter?? There are so many other religions living in India as well. You seriously should be in school right now instead of being toxic on tumblr.

Reading comprehension fails people yet again. Sad.

I am a proud Indian, yes. My bio says ॐ and proud. That being said, this blog is exclusively to discuss Hinduphobia and violence against Hindus. Does that make you uncomfortable?

Why do you have such a big issue if I take a space and make it solely to discuss issues affecting Hindus? Why are you coming to MY blog and getting upset that I'm only talking about Hindus? If it's affecting you that much, start your own blog, by all means. Record the violence against all communities in India, you have my full support. Go on, do it.

Also, I'm so offended that you think I can't do both, being in school and toxic on Tumblr. I'm a very capable woman, I can multitask <3

You keep crying, I'll keep being toxic on Tumblr. Mwah.

[userchai]

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woo- boy there’s so many good ones but I’ll just list as many as I can below! (All of these people I love dearly and they are all talented as fuck!) 💓💓 go show love to your favorite writers everyone, it means a lot!

there are so many more than this list and I am sorry if I forgot someone on here, but just know you are all talented and loved!

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