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frostbitebakery · 1 year

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What's the sweater paws tag mean on nightmare Obi-Wan? Amazing art by the way!

Behold! Sweater paws :D

Sitrep. Back on the Negotiator after a campaign that had, literally, been a nightmare.

They now know that droids do, in fact, dream of electric banthas.

The objective had been clear. Enemy forces had taken over a mining planet of a neutral system verging on joining the Republic. Free the hostages, wipe the Separatist presence from the surface. It had been routine, sadly.

It had… been different.

It had started with a single child’s voice singing a kriffing disturbing lullaby with a clear, echo enunciation coming from nowhere and everywhere.

They had been infiltrating the main premises to cap signals, communication as a whole, while tagging and bagging the Seppie officers in charge. Companies Alpha and Delta would meanwhile engage.

“Keep them occupied,” Cody had whispered over comms, blaster ready while he stood between the enemy and his General who—

So Cody will not exactly get used to Obi-Wan dissolving into smoke and turning the surrounding area into something like a haunted graveyard? Stepping through the black fog that really was part of his General is weird.

“I assure you, you’re not accidentally standing on my kidney when I use that shape,” Obi-Wan had said drily when Cody had inquired on the… sensitivity of the smoke.

The first enemy officer running, screaming down the halls with tomb plaques whispering their name over and over, would have kind of taken them by surprise if Obi-Wan hadn’t warned the ARCs in front.

“Look,” whispered directly into Cody’s ear, cold at his neck. “Left,” echoing until the word was too far away.

Cody had ignored the singing, more ghost voices joining in - which, as it turned out, had been the enemy sentient’s voices that Obi-Wan’s abilities had copied - in harmony sometimes, old and hoarse, young and begging, crying out.

“Round the corner, round and round, round the corner she misled, round and round, turn up dead—,” Boil stopped singing when Cody looked at him. “What, it’s catchy!“

Apart from the new earworm, the op had been successful. The hostages were cared for, post-op brief had been surprisingly… brief.

And now they were in the mess, shoveling food down their gullets and utterly failing to be discrete about watching the General’s other high-stakes op.

“If I just…” Obi-Wan continues to mutter to himself as he wraps the ends of the smoking sleeves over his black-tipped clawed hands leaking nightmares. He holds them up. “This should suffice. Spoon, please.”

Cody sticks the spoon dutifully between the divot Obi-Wan’s finger and thumb create in the fabric. He goes back to watching in fascination, cheek resting on his knuckles.

Obi-Wan nods to him. “Thank you. Pudding, please.”

Waxer balances the tiny cup on Obi-Wan’s other sleeve-pawed hand, tongue sticking out.

“Thank you.”

Waxer shrugs and goes back to his mental breakdown over murmuring “sweater paws” to himself.

The spoon dips into the pudding, is lifted to pale lips and the black, sharp tongue Cody is refusing to think about in any context whatsoever.

A nightmare drip lands on the floor with a soul-rending screech vibrating across the floor. A few men jump despite themselves. So does Obi-Wan.

The pudding plops into the nightmare sludge that has gathered on the table.

“No,” Obi-Wan whispers, eyebrows scrunching up in mourning, definitely pouting. “This can’t be happening.”

#obi wan kenobi #codywan #commander cody #my art #my fic #creature!obi wan #for a shitpost this took entirely too long #nonny!!#thank you so much for your message #I hope it’s cleared up now what I meant with the tag?#goo! on the negotiator #frostbitebakery art

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morvantmortuary · 22 days

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Gentle boops for the Morvants and others.

(Just to clarify, I interpreted "boop" here to be tapping someone on the end of the nose, not the cat-baps that the paws would indicate.)

Maxi leans over slightly to accept your boop with a gentle, crooked smile and a scrunch of his nose that closes his eyes in obvious affection. "Well, thank you, darlin'," he says, his now-open eyes sparkling mischievously. "Here, can't have you goin' without, can we?" He extends his own index finger to carefully boop the end of your nose, his skin cool against yours. "Boop!" He lets out his familiar giggle-snort. "Thanks for takin' the trouble, babydoll. I didn't think we'd get too many people boopin' here at the House." His smile becomes fond. "It's nice to be included."

Hex scrunches his nose when he's booped, and twitches it a couple times like he's going to sneeze. "...Is that what's got everyone going bonkers today?" He blinks, amused. "Sure, okay." He reaches up, booping the end of your nose with his hoodie-sleeve-paw. "Boop." He stands there, smirking. "That's it, right?" He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "That... doesn't seem like a big deal. You'd think people would do that more often for how easy it is, I don't know." He stands there for a moment, seeming to ponder this, before reaching up to boop you again. "Boop."

When you boop Rora, she blinks hard, shaking her head slightly as though somewhat perplexed. For a long moment looks you up and down, like she's trying to decide just how to interpret that. "...How... thoughtful, of you," she says slowly, though her face still looks a bit uncertain about this. "Thank you, sweet pea. I'm... flattered." She looks askance for a moment, as if weighing her next course of action, before she haltingly reaches up and taps the end of your nose with her ice-cold fingertip. "...Boop," she says belatedly, with a nod. She follows this with a small smile, searching your face somewhat with her eyes like she's trying to figure out if she gets a good grade in booping.

When you boop Seth, he lets out a slightly manic giggle, clapping his hands together. "Is that what people are doing now?" he grins. "Delightful! Boop!" He boops you in the nose just a smidge too hard, dark eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Goodness, I can see why that's caught on. I wonder why that isn't just how we say hello. Unless our noses would eventually fall off, what with all the booping." He pauses, tapping a slender finger to his chin for a moment as he considers this. "Though I don't suppose you'd really damage the cartilage unless it was sustained pressure in the same place over time, no? Hm. I might have to test that out later," he mumbles to himself, as if somewhat forgetting you're there. Indeed, he looks back to you a second later with his smile back in place. "But that was fun!"

When you boop Leon, he stares at your finger as you pull it away with a gaze so intense, for a split second it looks like he might just try to bite it off. When his gray eyes refocus on your face, they're a bit dazed. "...Um, oh," he says slowly, as if on a slight lag. "Sorry, kid. Haven't eaten yet today." He gives you a crooked smile that shows no teeth, one that's meant to seem reassuring but somehow... doesn't. "...Thanks. I think," he adds, looking a touch confused. He holds up a gloved hand apologetically. "Sorry if it's not mutual. Just, uh... germophobe," he mumbles half-heartedly, shrugging a shoulder.

(thanks for taking the time, nonny! <3 look at that -- the first post where everyone's in the same ask! go figure!!)

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raraeavesmoriendi · 2 months

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informing you i like your vibes. thats all. nothing coherent.

💜ノ( ^ _ ^ノ)

what a sweetly unexpected way to start my morning! thank you very much, kind stranger, I appreciate you taking the time ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I’m sure I’d like yours too!! 🖤

I hope your day is going well so far! ✨

#nonny!!#well how nice 🥰#what a flattering way to start a monday fr ✨

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raitonsfw · 2 months

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Lactation kink with Gojo? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ~🕊

18+ mdni, mentions of pregnancy, breastfeeding, & having a kid with gojo satoru.

god, just imagine…

your breasts were so fucking sore from being pregnant– the constant ache of them barely letting you go about your day and gojo was no help to you.

ever since you had his kid, the milk that leaked from you intrigued him– his cock sprouting up every time he caught a glimpse of your shirt wet from breastfeeding.

“–toru, honey not again.” you’d moan out as he gripped onto your nursing bra, hands working quickly to unclasp it for you.

then he had you on your back within seconds, propped up with a million pillows so you would be comfy because well… you’d be here for a while. unless the baby cried of course.

“can’t help it… need ‘t taste you.” he’d groan as soon as your breasts bounced in front of his face, his tongue lapping up towards one of your swollen nipples.

his eyes would flutter shut as he sucked, drenching it with saliva as your milk spilled out in his mouth. it was sweet– succulent and he just couldn’t get enough; every since you accidently squirted him while riding him a few weeks prior.

it had been a total accident– you just squeezed them subconsciously ‘cause he felt so good inside you, your tummy poking out slightly and you were getting there; you were so closeee and you vaguely felt your nipple leak a fountain as you fondled them in your palms.

then you saw the expression of your husband, his bright eyes blinking back shock– and mostly the milk that you sprayed him with. one swipe of his fingers against his cheek and into his mouth; he was addicted and had latched onto you ever since.

sometimes it felt like you had two kids– when gojo would straight up sulking the corner as you fed his kid and not him.

and when you had just enough for him, his teeth would graze your sensitive nipples as he pouted up at you– just to a lil spiteful. he was selfish of course, once he got a taste…

he didn’t wanna share.

a/n: this made me salivate as soon as you dropped it into my asks 🕊️. how about i write a million more of these yeah? also like my first thought was like 'gojo lactating?' (took me a few minutes, as i was consuming satosugu content moments prior to the ask 😂😂)

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girlfictions · 6 months

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hi hari 💚 i just want to say thank you for never shutting up about palestine and wanted to ask if you were willing to share a little list of where you get your updates/news about the situation (and current events in general)? what sources are the most misinformation-free that you would recommend? i hope you have a lovely day xx

In terms of news sites, I'm really only trusting Al Jazeera's coverage of the situation. I'm also following pages like Times of Gaza and Eye On Palestine. But mainly, I'm following Palestinian citizens/journalists who are sharing live updates: Muhammad Smiry, Hind Khoudary, Motaz Azaiza, Wael Al Dahdouh, Plestia Alaqad, Yara Eid, Ali Jadallah, Abdallah Al Attar, and Mohammed Al Masri and probably a few more I can't remember right now.

If anyone has any other reputable sources that I may have missed please add them to this post.

#sending you love nonnie <3 #palestine

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eddiesghxst · 8 months

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eddie throwing his back out giving you everything he has and ofc it hurts like a bitch the next day and he wants you again and again and again

🫶

ITS GIVING OLDER EDDIE HELLO

18+ — MINORS DNI

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the next morning eddie’s making breakfast and he dramatically groans whenever he reaches up to grab something from the cabinets until you finally crack and ask, “what’s wrong, baby?”

he just jokingly glares at you and goes, “you destroyed my back, that’s what’s wrong. the last time i had this much sex was in my twenties, i’m not equipped for this.” he grumbles, reaching back to rub at his lower back.

you roll your eyes, stepping forward to slink your hands around his waist, pressing your body up against his back and kissing the bare skin between his shoulders, “for what it’s worth, even though you’ve got a shitty back, your refractory period makes up for it,” you joke, patting his stomach and kissing his back once again, pressing a smile into his skin when he grunts in response.

“don’t have much of a choice, do i? i’ve got a succubus for a girlfriend.”

you hum, “that’s weird, last i remember it was you asking for one more round, wasn’t it?”

you stretch onto the tips of your toes to rest your chin against his shoulder to peer down at his skilled hands hard at work preparing your meal, and eddie doesn’t bother glancing at you as he responds, “not sure, things start to blur after the third big-O.”

you hum as a teasing smile spreads across his lips, “whatever you say, big guy.” you playfully nip at his shoulder and he hisses, batting you away as you giggle, turning to lean against the counter beside him so you’re facing him, “when you’re done with this, come and i’ll give you a massage for your achey old man back, hm?”

eddie glances away from his task to look at you, “that pretty little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”

you tilt your head with a sly grin, voice smooth and sultry as you speak, “is that a threat, musnon?”

eddie let’s out an exasperated noise and looks at you with narrowed eyes, “can a man cook in peace, please? or at least without you trying to get in my pants like i’m some harlot,”

you raise your eyebrows and motion down to his crotch, the unmistakable print of his hardening length pressing against the seam of his sweatpants, “seems like he enjoys it.”

eddie playfully shoves you away then, muttering for you to get out of the kitchen and you giggle, yelping when he swats at your behind, “ow! what was that for?” you whine, rubbing at your sore cheek. eddie grins, dicing a few onions and dropping them onto the stove, “for being such a goddamn minx. get out of here before i accidentally set this house on fire.”

and even though his back hurts like hell, he still ends up drilling your shit, but you have to take over midway because eddie’s poor back really might just croak on him and he swears if that happens, you’re paying for his medical bill <3

#🫶 anon #<< i think ? lol #NEED HIM WANT HIM #HELLO QUICK BLURB #THANK U NONNIE I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR A LOOOOOONNGGGGG TIME #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #drabble #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson smut #older!eddie #older!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff

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izacore · 9 months

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You're in trouble and we're not leaving you on your own. We aren't in danger.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #(ish)#goodomensedit #good omens spoilers #gomens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens gifs #michael sheen #nonnie i hope that's what you meant!#can you tell i can't colour brown/dark scenes lol #my gifs #if anyone has already giffed it let me know and i'll remove this gifset and reblog that one :)

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lucilleslore · 4 months

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imagine ignoring coryo as he gives you head💀 he'd get so pissy about it lmao

he physically cannot stand it. it’s a known weapon of yours!

maybe you’re the pissy one at first. maybe he told you he’d be home early but then got home way later than usual. or maybe he came home and went straight to his office, barely even acknowledging you and forgoing the usual kisses he’d press to your cheek when he gets home. but you’re annoyed anyway, pouty and huffy and coryo has the perfect remedy for it.

or so he thinks. he’s really trying to make up for it; wants you sweet and pliant for him. gazing up at him with those fucked out doe eyes but you’re not playing along. not when he’s trying to tease, when he’s leaving sloppy kisses along your folds and avoiding your puffy clit entirely. you barely even react when he lets his teeth graze it a little. he’s sure at one point he even sees you start inspecting your nails. he wouldn’t like to admit it but he misses the whining, the begging. misses the way your hips buck up and the gasps you let out when he pins you back down.

‘why do you have to be such a stubborn brat?’ he’d grit out, fingers tapping impatiently against your thigh. he watches with a frown as your eyes drift lazily up to the ceiling and he hates that. hates being ignored or forgotten about and now he’s riled up he couldn’t care less about forgiveness. about giving you it soft and sweet. pearly white teeth sink into the softness of your inner thigh before he speaks again. ‘you can pretend you’re indifferent sweetheart but i can see how wet you are, bet you’re close to begging for it.’

as if to prove his point his fingers drag slowly up your slit, gathering the wetness gathered there before giving your clit a few damp pats that seem so loud in the quiet room. after no reaction yet again, coryo decides to change tactics. presses his tongue flat against the little bud and doesn’t relent. sucks it into his mouth, presses lazy, sloppy kisses into it until there’s a little puddle gathered underneath you and you wished you could hide it better. wished you weren’t falling apart at the seams underneath him when he quickly makes you cum. there’s a little jerk in your thigh but that’s it and coryo is left unsatisfied.

so he has to go again. overstimulates you until your body is shaking and trembling underneath him. until you’ve drenched his chin and the sheets and finally, finally you let out this broken little cry and that alone has him leaking cum into his trousers. it turns into more; into whimpers of his name, into these needy moans and gasps as you writhe and try to get away. ‘let it out, good girl,’ he’d murmur against you, arrogant little smirk playing at his lips. ‘sound so pretty, don’t you?’

probably would try and get you back at one point but you’re just too good and he can’t stay quiet <3

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow smut #- nonnies!

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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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Helloooo

I tripped and accidentally spread my legs to ur blog🙈 But I was wondering if you could be prompted to write about Baby fever Eren? Wants a pretty lil baby with his pretty lil princess? Thank you love 💕

hiiii 🩷🫶🏾🫶🏾 well welcome 😭 I swearrrr, y’all must’ve known I’ve been missing my man. I can absolutely make that happen!

BUN IN THE OVEN

feat. heavy breeding kink, our sweet EJ + influencer (y/n), spreader bar, porn with no plot, mating press, nipple play, lots of sweet talk, daddy’s used

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“Mmmmphm…can you take some out, pleaseee?..”

“Aww, but princess..you’re doing so good right now and you feel..so good. Please don’t make me stop..”

the consistent rutting and pounding ensued as you found yourself flat on your back..legs suspended midair and pulled apart with the assistance of a metal bar clasped around your ankles. Your wrists were also bound and dangling from the center. Quite an interesting and vulnerable situation you’d been put into. But you wouldn’t place this level of trust and submission into anyone other than your loving husband, EJ. Who had just returned from his tour..rather than lethargic from endless days of performing or suffering from treacherous jet lag, he was rather energetic. Mainly because the prospect of seeing you once he stepped foot from the plane was all the more worth it. But perhaps the most exciting part of coming back to you was getting to be one with his lady. In your absence, he missed you terribly. Your scent, your touch..your warmth. So much so, he wanted to always be a part of you, even when he couldn’t be around…which began his wheels to turning…

“ ‘Ren…baby..’m so close.”

“I know, baby. I know you are..and if you keep squeezing me like that, you’re gonna get all this nut. Just like you wanted, right? You do want another one, don’t you?”

see, Eren had been contemplating for a while on the subject of having children. It was something that the two of you had mulled over but ultimately decided it was for the best to wait. However, his mind had quickly changed when he saw you babysitting a friend’s toddler. He loved his natural and instinctively you cared for the child..how soft and nurturing you were. That’s when his mind and thoughts would wander farther onto the more salacious side!…imagine you with a cute baby bump. Full of his seed and carrying his baby..Eren often thought about how attractive you’d look with that swollen belly and of course, those already perky tits becoming plump because you’d be lactating. The thought often left him salivating and stroking himself in his hotel room whilst away from home. So now, he was atoning for lost time. Thrashing his cock into your tight little hole..the same one that clenched for him over the lens of a FaceTime call, begging for him to stuff it full when he got home..the one that squeezed your fingers tightly as you pumped them in and out, moaning his name. And now? It was the same one that’d give way to your aching womb; desperate to be bred. He’d feed you deep seeded strokes, glaring directly into your eyes with gentle coos ringing out in the form of sweet nothings. “Yes d-daddyyy..but I can’t—“ “..then let me handle it, princess..you gone look so fucking pretty with my baby inside of you..” the sheer thought causing his cock to twitch as it bottomed out inside of your womb. Consistently colliding with your thighs as that thick length sloshed around in that sloppy mixture; comprised of your juices and his previous loads. He had to ensure that you were good and full of his warm cum before he let up. You’d see the excited yet unrelenting glare on your man’s face and knew that you were in good hands. “You’re gonna look so beautiful—fuck..I can see it now..you gonna have my baby..let daddy get you all full? You want it?” Cooing to you with the single swipe across your lips and you had never felt more comfortable than you had in that moment. Despite the rough and rambunctious love making that you guys had just participated in, it was going to have the most delicate and precious result.

“Yes..I want it!..want to give you a baby.” That sweet answer was all he needed to persist and he wouldn’t leave until his goal was achieved and those lines popped positive.

“That’s all I wanted to hear, princess..all I needed. ‘M gonna get you pregnant. Even if it takes all night..”

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morvantmortuary · 1 year

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Heyy, I just wanted to ask you this question because it’s been bothering me for a long time. Do you think the Morvants would love still love their reader if they were ugly? I know that ugly is a word that is thrown around a lot but I mean it. Someone who is not conventionally attractive at all, who is not the desired version of plus size. Someone who has a big tummy, big thighs but not a round ass. Someone who is fat not thick. Someone who is not wanted by anyone. Would the Morvants still love them? Someone like me? I’m sorry if this is depressing I just can’t get out of my head and I hate the thought of my comfort people not loving me. Either way thank you for bringing them to life and letting us read about them ❤️❤️

I'm sorry this took me so long, sweetheart -- I've been caught between coordinating ongoing events at work with a whole learning curve, dissertation prep, and then a migraine swept my feet out from under me this morning, so I've just been trying to get my shit back together lmao. but I've been thinking about it since you sent it in. <3 I almost wanted to save this to be part of something I'm going to try to do coming up, (*knocking loudly on wood*), but I didn't want to leave you hanging.

short answer first to alleviate any anxiety: yes, absolutely, 100% without a doubt. once you're their person, you are their person, and nothing will change that -- not aging, or weight shifting, or any of the things that come with having a body and being mortal, okay?

I'll put the rest under a cut, because you got me talking a little on something I'm kind of sensitive about too <3

allow me a quick digression: from a doylist perspective, I'm writing the Morvants as someone who's definitely also on the curved stomach/big thighs/plush upper arms/saggy boobs side of things, along with some really frustrating skin that's prone to breakouts at the drop of a hat and other things about myself that lowkey stress me out on the daily. and we are just as worthy of love and desire and affection as anyone else, I promise you. <3 you do not have to be society's idea of beautiful to be worthy of love, or to be a good person. I'm sure you already know this, but I'm repeating it specifically just so you hear it, okay?

"ugly" is entirely subjective -- I'm also someone who isn't conventionally attractive, shall we say -- but I know we are our own meanest critics. I won't fight you on the word if it's one you've embraced, as I know everyone has a different relationship with it, but I will say I bet you're not giving yourself enough credit, honey. people do not have to be conventionally pretty to be worthy of love or a good life, I cannot emphasize that enough. we both deserve that, and we’re gonna get it, goddammit.

and you know something else? conventionally pretty changes every couple decades, and imho usually kind of sucks anyway. I think of being "ugly" as being memorable, distinct. we will never be duplicated, or in danger of looking like everyone else in our time. we're both a manifestation of history's crooked smiles and crows' feet and noses in interesting shapes. that's the kind of shit artists would want to sketch, baby, that's the fun part of being alive.

and circling back to that shifting standards bit -- I promise you there's a lot more classical statues that look like you and me than a lot of what you see on the image/video-dependent apps nowadays, okay? don't forget that. we've been the models for divinity for centuries now, as hard as it is to remember when the waistband of your jeans leaves a mark behind when you take them off like a regular mortal.

plus, there's the old saying about how your features are actually proof that people have loved people who looked like you for generations now. or the myth that your face was actually the face of the person you loved the most in your last life. on the days I'm feeling exceptionally self-critical, I find that one helps: that I've been left with the stewardship of the face of the person I adored more than anything, who meant so much to me in another lifetime that I might not still remember their name, or the sound of their laugh, but they imprinted onto me still, and I owe it to them to take care of it even if I can't bring myself to do it for me.

('rae you're delusional.' I might be. but here we are at the romantic necromancer blog, so it had to come from somewhere!!)

but anyway, you're not here for all that, you're here for the necromancers, so I'll get to those. thanks for humoring me, though ;3 and I hope it helped at least a little, maybe!

If you remember from the October Arc, a lot of Maxi and his Reader falling in love are them finding someone who feels just as out-of-place in the world as they do. When he meets you, he relishes the idea that he finally has someone he can be completely open with — not having to hide his dark sense of humor for the sake of propriety, someone who won’t think he’s weird or gross for being as fascinated by death and the horrible, beautiful parts of it as he is in his position. (A lot of morticians he knows will quickly say they’re not a morbid weirdo obsessed with death, just a normal person who does a job — he is definitely the aforementioned weirdo they’d like to distance themselves from. Who wouldn’t be, with his upbringing?) When he first falls for you, it’s because he’s realizing that after a lifetime of thinking he could only ever be alone (both due to his powers and his particular grimly sunny disposition), there was finally, really, someone who understood. Someone who doesn’t shy away from him in his more vicious turns, who isn’t going to pull back at the last minute when they see beneath the suit and the calmly professional exterior he shows to the rest of the town. It’s exhilarating. He never wants to lose that, and he’d do anything to keep you — to keep you his, and to keep you whole, healthy, and happy. He’s in love first and foremost with the person he knows to be his literal soulmate, the person he trusts with his heart after so long, and your body is precious to him because it keeps you both on the mortal plane. However you choose to adorn it, ornament it, or whatever designs are written into your genetics, it’s something he’s going to adore. But even outside of that — he would love you in any form you took, any change you decided to make, because it’s you. It’s always going to be you, and you’re his. And if he’s being totally honest, he hand to god has a thing for bigger people. It’s partly due to his specialization with flesh, compared to Rora’s bone and Hex’s ectoplasm, but also because he just finds it really, really attractive when someone has some extra pounds. He’s spent a lifetime around bodies that offered no comfort - be it very little warmth or affection from his living family, the cooling bodies of the mortuary in various states of decay, or the warped, broken horrors of the things still half-alive in the basement. His own body has been a source of stress (being lanky and soft in places at the same time all his life), of pain (growing up is hard enough, growing into a body that shapes itself to the needs of a demon doesn’t help), or of bitterness on his part (we’re going to learn more about why he re-opened the scar on his chest at some point). Your body, for whatever flaws you find with it, is something he associates completely with sweetness. He finds comfort in its shape, the way it moves, the way it feels under his hands. You’re entirely alive; your body works to keep you so. It’s a creature dedicated to keeping you here with him, so how could he not be devoted to it? He’s fascinated by all the parts of yourself you’re most concerned about, because it not only makes you something one of a kind (something he thinks of as his and his alone, in his darker, more possessive moments), but he’s also terribly taken with the softer parts of you. In your more intimate moments, he relishes the contrast between the pair of you - you’re unmistakably there, you take up space and ground him with the reality of your presence. (He gets a little carried away being clingy sometimes: whether it’s his hands over every inch of skin he can touch, squeezing the flesh he so adores, biting a little too eagerly at the softest parts of you where you’ll feel the marks later and remember him. Especially your thighs. He’s a thigh man at heart, always.) You’re always his darling, and he looks forward to watching you grow into your old age with him, however you change. Change means life, and he wants to linger on this side of the Veil with you as long as both of you possibly can stay. Watching you gain wrinkles, go gray, your weight shift around — it’s a privilege, and he treats it as such. You’ll have forever on the other side, he knows that. He’s not worried about that. It’s that the two of you can only do this part once, and he wants to make sure you enjoy it as much as possible. Until both your bones are in the family crypt, or ashes are mingled in the same secret place, he’ll love you and whatever your body looks like.

Hex doesn’t love in half-measures. When he’s into you, he’s all in. As we’ll see in his arc, he can’t always put his finger on what initially draws him to someone. But usually, he saw something in the most interior parts of yourself, your very soul’s essence, first. A glimmer of it caught his eye somehow — its color, its light, some facet of you that’s sewn through the entire fabric of your being. Whatever the sign was, he would follow it until he found you… And when he found you, saw you for the first time, your looks would be a matter of interest, certainly. But he wouldn’t be searching you for any kind of lack. He has no mental version of you to compare the real you with, no expectations. Your body is you, through and through, but what you are only complements what he’s already seen. He’s only looking at you to see the things he already knows he’s going to fall in love with. He sees your body as the backdrop onto which your Self is projected. (He would love Judith Butler if he read them ever lmao.) He’s fascinated with the little ways you manifest in your physicality: your geometry of your teeth, and how they’re arranged in your smile; how light plays on the fullness of your face; the precise way your belly moves when you laugh. The way you dress, walk, what you do with your hands when you talk. The way you move through the world is pageantry to him when it’s instinct to you. It’s something to be savored, because it only happens once. Hex knows what it’s like to be shy about certain things; he’s never been very confident in words alone, because people can say anything, only their actions will speak true. But looks, to him, are part of the factual, real world he can see. (Ironically, he’s one of those guys who very much believes in what he sees in front of him — he can just see way, way more than most people can.) You can make changes, or stay exactly as you are, and he will automatically accept that as part of the truth that is You. He also knows what it’s like to not be the blueprint that everyone else wants to look like, but he feels like there’s no point in stressing about that. Does your body bring you comfort when you sleep next to him, or when you eat the food he makes for you? Do you feel happy and free when you dance together? Do you like it when he touches you (there, and there, and…)? If the answer to all of these is yes, he figures, then why worry when you don’t have to? That’s easier said than done, though, he knows. But he will remind you, in a thousand ways, how he loves you for exactly how you look now. Your shape is the shape you were always going to come into his life with, he sees no reason to think about you in another. Your hair was always going to look that way in the light, your eyes were always going to be that color. Why would he ask one of the ancient oak trees outside to change the arrangement of its branches? Why would he ask the sun to be a different color when it sets? You are just as constant as that, to him. You don’t have to be beautiful by everyone else’s standards to be a force of nature that shapes his days. Whenever you cut your hair or switch your clothes or anything else, it’s just like the golden or blue hours to him — something he counts himself lucky to witness. Of the trio, he’s the ass guy, sure, but that means he’s smitten with what’s there. You are most attractive to him when you’re happy, and he only wants to make you happier when he holds you, and shows you exactly how you make him feel, with his hands or his lips or his tongue or— even, yes, the inconstancy of words. He doesn’t want you to think about how you look when the two of you are together, he only wants you to think about how you feel, and how good he feels with you. But he will do his best, always, to make you understand how much he loves your mortal self and everything it encompasses, until the pair of you cross through the Veil and shed your corporeal forms. (He can kind of do that now, tbh, and he’s more than happy to put it to use in some… very interesting ways if you’d be down with it.)

Rora makes it no secret that she loves that you’re not just another doll in a world that demands them. She has a hard, angry relationship with the idea of beauty standards in that she wishes she could set all phone cameras on fire at the same time. She thinks the modern world is mad for what it did to itself, how people have just made it that much harder for everyone to just exist, and it was already hard enough before she accidentally opened her own throat. She is indeed lovely in a nightshade kind of way, and she will acknowledge this when you both are sharing hard feelings, but the idea of beauty and desirability caused her nothing but pain when she was young. She’s a lot like you in the sense that she only sees what she’s missing: she was never the blonde, buxom type. She was never the southern belle that her parents had hoped for, or the perfectly feminine little mini-me that Mathilde had dreamed of for decades (and made no effort to hide her disappointment when Rora didn’t turn into that girl overnight). She wasn’t pretty in the right way her father needed to see her as an effective bargaining chip. She spent her entire first life feeling like she was made all wrong for what was expected of her. She has a loose relationship at times with her own gender, both because she’s doing things again in a borrowed mortal shell, and because she feels at times more like a creature than anything else. But she loves you. She loved you from the minute she first saw you — she loved your skin with any marks that might be there, the particular set of your mouth under your nose, the parts of you that move whenever you aren’t thinking about them. From your hair follicles to your fingernail beds, you were something she found wholly lovely in just how singular you are. You are the only version of you she’s ever seen. You are a rarity. Even in the most common parts of yourself, they’re a combination she hasn’t seen on anyone else her entire life. You look real to her. You look whole, and alive, and like a person who is allowed to just be. You move through the world as yourself, one of a kind, and there’s a part of her that, even now that she’s gained her independence, desperately envies that. Rora’s love is the kind of obsessive where she almost wants to set you on a stool like an artist’s model and study you up close. She wants to make notes about the places where your skin changes color, she wants to look at how your flesh settles into itself. You got folds, or rolls? She wants to get as close to them as she can, look at them like how soft-serve ice cream swirls into itself or a nautilus shell curls around. She wants to look at every bruise or old scar or stretch mark and take in the patterns of your life that has written yourself there. She wants to look at you naked like you would count the rings of a tree to see what the weather was like each year of its life, or like a big cat lounging in the sun. You are just as wild to her, and natural, and beautiful. …And then she wants to throw aside her notebook where she’s cataloguing every piece of you and eat you alive, but just in the fun way. Rora is the boob person of the three, and she is obsessed with yours if you have them/like people touching them. It doesn’t matter what size they are, if they sag, where your nipples point, she’s going to spend an absurd amount of time with her face in them whenever you’re shirtless. She’s just as bad about getting overexcited as her twin, and might bite or suck a little too hard at times, but she’s just enchanted by you. You are the earth itself made manifest to enjoy the sunshine and the breeze in the garden, and you have given her the supreme gift of deciding you like her too. She couldn’t not be in love with you if she tried. She understands our relationships with our bodies are complicated, but she is always on your side. She’d blind the entire town with a butter knife if it meant you felt more comfortable just sitting in the cafe with her. But she understands that the prison time for that is pretty hefty, so she’ll settle for refusing to let you talk bad about yourself.

I know this took a minute, and I’m sorry again love, but I hope it gives you what you needed. <3 Just know that I’m right there with you, but I would still rather us look like you and me than anyone else. Fuck the people trying to sell us something, we’re marvels as we are.

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raraeavesmoriendi · 1 year

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I'm a bit younger than you and approximately 5000 miles away, but Rae if I could hold you right now I would. You deserve the world.

I just found this and omg the way this ask had me giggling and kicking my feet ahskdlflg

nonny, you’re an angel 🖤🖤🖤 thank you for sending this in, honey, this was very thoughtful of you 🥰 my last drunk post was less intended to be lugubrious and more being like [jimmy stewart voice] “SAY NOW!!!” at the universe and shaking my fist, but I appreciate your earnestness, it’s a treat and a lovely thing.

I am kissing you on the forehead for your kindness, and I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend 🖤🖤🖤

#nice people #nonny!!#(people still get jimmy stewart references right)#and then rarae says

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Not sure if your requests are closes right now sorry if they are-

But you should do Yuji fucking fem!reader or eating her out and Sukuna switching with him in the middle of it 😊

nonnie im so happy to breath the same air as u

★tags: aged up characters + afab reader + she/her pronouns + spanking + oral (f. receiving) + fingering + implied piv sex (very brief tho) + praising + sukuna bashing yuji smdh.

Your beloved boyfriend always manages to find himself emerging in the sloppy heat that rests between your thighs. Salmon fields adorned with restless digits splay across the top of his head as he licks and laps at you desperately. It's good pussy for the soul and he would hate if he would've missed this opportunity to have you sing out his name while you involuntarily send pressure to the sides of his head with your rigid thighs.

Your chest heaves and ho's at the heavy mass of passion with each inconsistent breath you take--jagged whenever Yuji coos at your hard clit, telling her how he's obsessed with her and her owner before giving her a light peck.

"I want you to fuck me already, Yu." You croak impatiently, wiggling your hips to emphasize your desires but Yuji gives you a quick slap to the side of your ass and squeezes it right after.

"Not now, baby. Let me enjoy what's in front of me first. Can I get that?" He watches you under the rise of your pelvis. His words are soft and whispered in a tone he always uses with you whenever he wants to feel you clench. Honey-glazed globes look at the feast upon him amorously. Your previously shaven hairs start to grow into stubble as it retrieves itself back to its original state; wet and coated with your juices. He buries his nose further.

A moan was a good enough answer for your boyfriend and he keeps doing what he was born to do. You continue to plead for him as he eats you out. "I'm right here, lovely. Not going anywhere." He'd respond with each fervid call.

His sucks at your cunt arouses you tenfold once you feel yourself coming to that edge at the tippy top of a mountain as gusty winds roughly kiss at the apples of your cheeks and the lids of your closed eyes. It's easy to tell you're close as Yuji hums into wet folds causing you to rattle.

"Oh fuck, Yuji. Keep going, sweet boy. 'M gonna come soon..."

Your nails cautiously dig into his scalp, not enough to hurt him severely, and your legs wrap around bulging muscle for support of your incoming orgasm. His body glistens under the light of the living room and blesses you with each defined section of muscle to pop under dark shadows.

But the devil is a conniving bastard for your reach to climax was interrupted when you flinch at the harsh bite gnaw at your clit, sending you to scurry backward away from the abrupt pain but strong arms keep your legs in place to force you into more torture. Looking down, you noticed Yuji's canines were sharper than usual. His skin was tainted in elongated markings, ones Yuji had never worn. His nails were painted in a deep violet and you think to yourself, 'Yuji couldn't have possibly put that on so fast,'.

"That sappy shit was starting to churn my stomach. How about you do that whenever I'm not possessing you? I already get nauseous knowing I'm living inside a fucking idiot." His voice was deeper too.

"Y-You're Sukuna, right? Yuji told me about you." You've never seen eyes glaringly red like his--four of them. They all watch you with a look of interest paired with a cunning smirk.

"That's right, dollface. Very good. Glad you know of me already, so we can skip the greetings." He resumes his host's previous ministrations but turns it up a notch by adding a finger or two to your drooling pussy. He teases a glossy, purple tip along the quivering hole before pushing in deep. As soon as he learns you can perfectly take one, he puts the second one in. A grin remains still on his face when hearing your moans crescendo.

"My, my. You're already soaking my fingers, dove. Guess that brat is doing something properly for once. Slobbering all over the couch, fuck, can't remember the last time I've seen pussy like this." His index and middle fingers dance across the gushy ridges in you, he moves them in ways Yuji knows you love and that feature shocks you.

He gorges on your clit and eats your pussy out like it's his last meal on earth before being sentenced to death. Saliva runs down the length of your labia, bubbles forming along the way by his boisterous lapping. Your hips can't resist gyrating against his face, ruby red remains settled on your helpless figure as you revisit that same high as before. You bathe his fingers with cum til they prune and you're too overstimulated to feel sorry.

The couch dips and you're instantly turned around on your stomach, facing the decorative pillow you believed matched the aesthetic of your living room.

"Hey, what're you-"

"You said you wanted to get fucked remember? Your cunt is still drooling cus she's hungry. Didn't give her enough." The smacks he gave your ass were harder than Yuji's and that just goes to show how rough this curse really is but you writhed nonetheless.

He was gonna fuck you good. You already figured much as hands grip around the fat at your hips and his cock carefully grinds into you.

#itadori x reader #itadori smut #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #nonnies!

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