#and I think that it’s honestly something beautiful

[wolfertinger666]

sometimes I feel bad because I don't have beauty features that are idolized here in America but it's something I'm slowly unwinding. I got a big nose, lazy eye, 4c hair, brown skin, ache, beauty marks, and crooked teeth. I think those things honestly make me "me"

[laikabu]

One thing that frustrates me when discussing fandom misogyny and how it manifests in Dungeon Meshi is the inadvertent racism when people talk about ships Kabru is in, specifically Laois/Kabru. And there's definitely something to be said about how fandom prioritizes male characters over female characters, giving men more grace and understanding compared to the women who aren't allowed to do a single wrong or they'll be demonized. But acting like Kabru/Laois shippers only like the ship because they can smush two boys together is offensive, and also kinda racist (like that one post where someone called Kabru a yaoi boy, as if this well-written brown character is only bait for the mlm shippers). When there is soooo much stuff in canon that offers a solid foundation for a ship. Like off the top of my head--

They're narrative foils. They contrast each other in so many ways, from the slope of their noses (Kabru's is turned upwards, while Laois goes straight down) to even the shape of their noses. Both are autistic, albeit at different levels of masking, and are called creepy for their special interests.

Their interactions are just so fucking fascinating. Like, Kabru is this beautiful man whose charisma helps him make friends quickly, expects everyone to have ulterior motives, and then meets Laois who is a man so starved for companionship and for someone to enjoy his special interests, he constantly thinks "Kabru is so nice!"

So much more...I genuinely can't even list all of it. These guys make me insane.

It's important to talk about fandom misogyny, but acting like people who ship Laois/Kabru are just using these characters to fuel their desire for mediocre yaoi is really insulting. Especially when Kabru is such a well-written character with a fascinating arc, outside of shipping. Anyways, yeah, that was a brief rant. I understand the frustration Dungeon Meshi fans have with the influx of mlm ships, and in part, it's definitely fueled by subconscious misogyny causing people to prioritize male characters over the female ones. But at the same, let's avoid being racist. 😭

oh my god and its so misplaced too bc most people who ship labru also like farcille. barking up the wrong tree etc it honestly kind of discourages me from working on my big farcille comic. its why i haven't posted my farcille fanart here when i had on twitter. i mean of course i won’t let it discourage me but sometimes it’s really annoying. i get it i truly do but so many people boil kabru down to “yaoi boy” shut the fuck up. i also remember someone saying that trans kabru isn’t as important as trans falin or marcille, two WHITE women. sometimes the people in this fandom are so annoying

#ask

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Glynis Johns (Mary Poppins, The Court Jester)—LISTEN, I'd let that woman's voice with all its gravely hoarseness (positive) wash over me all goddamn day, but if that's not enough she managed to play the straight woman to Danny Kaye's jester, all with her cleavage so plunging it might as well have been catapulted into the ocean right after Basil Rathbone

Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Glynis Johns:

She walks the line between sexy and cute. Her best role for me is in "The Court Jester as Maid Jean. She's fantastic as the soft but tough captain of the outlaw band and she looks stunning in every gown she wears throughout the film. And of course we can't forget her iconic turn as the suffragette mother, Mrs. Banks, in Mary Poppins! Also shoutout to her distinctive and beautiful voice, kind of smoky and husky. Extremely hot and set her apart from many of her peers."

"She was amazing in Mary Poppins (the Suffragette song is severely underrated) and apparently she was Welsh? National pride! And she advocated for arts funding in Wales, which is very cool. Also, she died recently (RIP) making her one of the last survivors of the Golden Age of Hollywood, according to Wikipedia. Also also, she just has a cheeky energy I like? And her eyes are beautiful!"

"She had this wonderful wit and charm to her no matter the role and the most distinctive, striking voice!"

"I mean, incredibly beautiful and talented, can do drama can do comedy. And she was a mermaid."

"Like Bette Davis she has eyes to die for. Unlike Bette Davis you felt comforted by them, even when she was batting her eyelashes at you. Would glady go to Downing Street with her and throw things at the Prime minister"

"Listen, listen. I was raised on Mary Poppins and "Votes for women! (step in time)" single-handedly taught me how to be a feminist. Also The Court Jester is one of my favourite movies of all time and she is UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous, charismatic, funny, and clever in it. She knocks several men out. Absolute icon."

"I love Glynis Johns. Most of the reason is The Court Jester where she's a sensible and capable foil to whatever what going on with Danny Kaye at the time. She was also the first star I based an OC on. An OC that I still have to this day! Anyway here have some YouTube links love u bye"

Mermaid clip:

Court Jester (sharing a bed trope):

Court Jester (seducing the king):

"VOTES FOR WOMEN! Well, votes for this woman. Please."

Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist.

#eartha kitt #glynis johns #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 4

[prismatic-bell]

I’ve been thinking about something at my job—not difficult, honestly, my job leaves lots of thinking time—and I have something I want to share with the folks who object to the label “culturally Christian.” I hope it may help you make more sense of the label and, perhaps, not be so angry about it, if you’ll indulge me for just two minutes.

I was born as a white gentile. While I later found out this wasn’t entirely true—I have Jewish ancestry and there is a small-but-non-zero chance I’m partly Black through my great-grandmother, which is a story too long to get into here—I am, for all visual intents and purposes, white, and count myself as such.

And the first time I heard myself included in the phrase “white supremacy,” I WAS SO FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE. Couldn’t we call it anything else? Why are you including me in this? I didn’t ask to be born white. I don’t run around in a pointy hood burning crosses. I’m not even racist. Black people can do anything white people can do! I am NOT a white supremacist!

….except. I kinda am. And it is not a choice I made, it is a choice that was made for me 400 and 160 and 120 and 80 and 50 and 35 years ago. Slavery and deliberately-botched emancipation and “separate but equal” and killing of Black leaders and the simple fact both my parents were white. Textbooks that hold up Eli Whitney as a hero and promote the lie of The Great Empty Wilderness and never ask us to wrestle with what it means when the majority of a population is counted as only three-fifths of a human being. Redlining and even the fucking freeway system—I didn’t design any of this, but I live in the world where it exists.

G-d willing, I will not be a white supremacist until the day I die: G-d willing, the systems we are struggling against will have been replaced with better, kinder, more equitable systems. But I don’t get to opt out by saying “I’m not racist!” Yes, I’ve put in a ton of work to unlearn harmful racist behaviors and attitudes. But as long as a Black woman in my position with my experience makes less money than me, I’m benefiting from white supremacy. As long as I get the job, the car, the loan, the opportunity because someone else had locs and I “looked professional,” I’m benefiting from white supremacy. And yes—as long as people aren’t deliberately stupid about my name because they associate it with white cultures, I’m benefiting from white supremacy. The fact I’m white is morally neutral. What I choose to do with that fact is what matters.

And so: we come back to cultural Christianity.

The law of probability says if you’re on this site, you’re probably from a culture with a Christian hegemony. That’s going to cover the Americas, Europe, and to a lesser extent, portions of central and south Africa (both the creatively-named country and the continent). Even if your country mostly considers itself secular, if your answer to “what year is it” is automatically “2024” without having to ask “on which calendar,” you’re probably from a country with a Christian background.

THIS IS A MORALLY NEUTRAL THING. You do not choose which country you’re born in or what its centuries-old culture is. And that’s fine! And it doesn’t mean anything about your personal beliefs. You can be an atheist born to atheists, you can be Buddhist, it is literally whatever.

BUT, to an extent, the place you grew up will absolutely have an impact on your thoughts and morals, because it’s all you’ve ever known. Because the choice to be culturally Christian is not one you made—it was made for you 2000 and 1800 and 1700 and 1200 and 1000 and 800 and 400 and 200 and 50 years ago. Taboos, laws, unspoken rules you’ve never thought twice about, this is not stuff you pick. It’s baked into the world around you. And if you want to unlearn that, you can’t just say “well I’m not Christian so I don’t have Christian morals or values!” and leave it at that. It’d be a beautiful thing if we could, but that’s not the way brains work.

Which means—even if you’re satisfied with what you believe—you should ASK YOURSELF why you believe it, and HOW. One of the biggest things I hear mentioned by other Jews in relation to cultural Christianity is people being black-and-white absolutists. This is true, so that is a lie. That is wrong, so this is right. There is no space given to the idea that maybe everyone is telling the truth as they see it, or that something is right for some times/people/places but wrong for others. And this gets into the harmful territory of “it’s true so I believe it and because I believe it, it’s true.”

So ask yourself why. Start deconstructing your beliefs and learning about new things—and yes, make world religions part of those new things, because religions are major cultural shapers, and also you’d be stunned how many of us 1) do not proselytize and 2) encourage actual study and questioning over blind faith and obedience (hint: it’s most of us. These two things that are taken as universal constants by a lot of atheists ARE EXPLICITLY CHRISTIAN), and there is no harm in learning about our cultures. (You know who’d say there is? Say it with me, kids: evangelical Christians.)

I’m still uncomfortable with being referred to in the context of white supremacy. But part of unlearning racism and, yes, white supremacy, was learning to recognize that is not a discussion I get to steer, because it’s not about me. It’s about people of color explaining, quantifying, and discussing their experiences. So I will be uncomfortable if need be, because that’s a me problem, for me to work on. That is part of what being a good ally and a good neighbor means.

Please give Jews that same grace. Yes, it can be uncomfortable to realize that yeah, you WERE affected by this thing you want to separate yourself from, especially if you have religious trauma. (Side note: if you do, I genuinely and strongly encourage you to seek therapy for it. As an evangelical cult escapee I can tell you it’s helped me a lot.) But you owe it to yourself, and if you genuinely want to dismantle that hegemony, you also owe it to others. While you’re yelling about how you don’t like the words we have created to describe our experiences, we’re working to fix the hegemony you claim to hate.

So: stop focusing on the word. Your discomfort with it is a you problem. Focus on WHAT IT’S TALKING ABOUT, because truly coming to a level playing ground and rebuilding will require you to have allies—not burned bridges all around.

[livwritesstuff]

a snippet of the hadestown au i'll never be confident enough to fully write

“Robin,” Eddie begged (probably a bit too desperately given the circumstances), “Robin-Robin-Robin, you’ve betrayed me.”

Robin sighed as she turned to face him.

“How have I betrayed you, Eddie?” she asked, “Honestly.”

Eddie didn’t respond, just gestured wordlessly at the man currently sitting in a booth on the other side of the bar that Robin had just led him into.

The most gorgeous (handsome, beautiful, sexy, attractive, hot, whatever) man Eddie had ever laid his humble eyes upon.

“I’ve told you loads about him, Eddie,” Robin replied, wrapping a hand around her wrist and trying to tug him away from the door.

“Yeah. You’ve told me all about how nice and funny and sweet he is, and how he’s a kindergarten teacher and how he puts most of his paycheck right back into his classroom and how he volunteers at that learning center downtown and he likes to cook and he gardens. He gardens, Rob. You didn’t tell me he’s also the hottest person I’ve ever seen in real life.”

Robin, the bastard that she is, only muttered, "Gross," and rolled her eyes as she finally succeeded in dislodging Eddie from where he’s feet had been planted on the somewhat sticky floor and getting him moving towards the booth.

“Robin,” he hissed.

“Just be cool,” she hissed back, “If you’re even capable of that.”

“I’m cool,” Eddie insisted, “I’m so cool.”

And then Robin is shoving him into the booth (across from Steve, thankfully) and sliding in next to him.

“Steve, this is Eddie,” she said, “Eddie – Steve.”

“Hey man,” Steve says, “Nice to meet you finally. Robin’s told me loads.”

Steve is grinning and it’s reaching all the way to his eyes, and they’re big and bright and brown and meeting his own eyes in full and it’s making Eddie’s heart thrum in a way he hasn’t really ever felt before, and someone should really revoke his allowed to speak freely card at least for a minute or two so he can't say something stupid, but nobody does so he says —

“Dude, I’m gonna marry you someday.”

Steve’s eyebrows fly up, but, if anything, his grin only gets wider as he looks at Robin.

“Rob – when you said this guy was crazy, I didn’t think you meant this crazy.”

Robin only gives him a resigned shrug.

“Not one of you listens to me.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i have SO MANY THOUGHTS #but that musical is so hauntingly beautiful and i simply cannot write anything that would do it justice

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

70- I Love You, Jason Todd, and PTSD

It was the worst time to have a panic attack. You had been on top, smiling down at Jason as you watched him get off, and he had been entirely at your mercy. Then, your hand came to his throat. You didn’t squeeze or anything, just held him there to keep him looking at you, but something about it made him go back to the night he died. He remembered the Joker grabbing his throat, squeezing before letting go. The panic acted faster than rationale, and he threw you from him. It wasn’t a hard throw, he pushed you, making you fall back onto the other side of the couch with an ‘oomph’. 

“Jay?” You said, a mixture of surprise and worry in your voice. 

Jason sat up, shaking his head as he tried to push back the panic. You reached toward him, but he smacked your hand away. “Don’t…don’t do that ever again, please.”

You nodded frantically, pulling your hands toward yourself like you were somehow trying to reverse what you had done. “Of course. I’m so, so sorry, Jason.”

He didn’t care to respond as he got up, rushing toward the bathroom to be alone as he put himself back together. It was difficult when his heart was pounding wildly in his chest while something invisible squeezed around it, making it hard to catch his breath. Jason tried reminding himself that it was just you—Sweet, beautiful you. Yet, when your hand came up to his throat, it wasn't just you. A memory was there, too. One that cut and tore at him like he was made of paper. 

Looking in the mirror, Jason realized that he had been crying. He had felt a sting in his eyes, but not the tears running down his face. Wiping at his cheek, he used his free hand to turn the sink knob so he could splash water onto his face. The cool water brought him back enough to come out. 

Jason found you on the couch, a blanket draped over your body, and you looked at him with concern. Sucking in a deep breath, he awkwardly inched toward you, grabbing a blanket on his way to sit down so a little dignity could be recovered.  

“I’m,” You paused, thinking over what to say before continuing. “I’m sorry, Jason. I should have asked if I could do that.” He tried to smile at you, to give you a sense that it was okay, but the guilt was still written all over your face. Before he could even get out that you shouldn’t be worried, you inched closer to him, eyes not moving an inch from his. “Do you want to talk about what happened? We've established no choking, but, if you don’t mind me asking, what made you…”

“React like that?” He finished the sentence, understanding the hesitancy. It was a tough question, but he didn’t want you walking on eggshells around him. You nodded shyly. “It, um, has to do with the Joker. Honestly, that’s all I want to say about it. Please, don’t tear yourself over it, sweetheart.”

You nodded, taking the chance to lean forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “Maybe we should at least talk about what you don’t like? For future reference.”

Jason chuckled and nodded. “Sure, just…let’s do it another time.”

You nodded, reaching over to rub small circles on his back. “Do you want to be alone?”

He shook his head. The last thing he wanted was to be left alone with these thoughts. Suddenly, you followed that up by sheepishly asking if he wanted to order some McDonald’s. Jason was caught off guard, especially when he let out a quick and loud laugh because McDonald's was the last thing on his mind. Yet, he wasn’t put off by the offer. Instead, a little bit of him was thankful that you managed to distract him from the echoing tormented laughter in his head. 

He looked at you when your hand came to his cheek. “You sure you’re okay?” He nodded. “Good, I love you, Jason Todd.”

Those words coming off your tongue felt like a light in the darkest parts of him. It made him feel airy and light, so when he couldn’t find the words to say it back it wrecked him. You must have noticed. 

“I know, baby, I know,” You kissed him again. 

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head on your shoulder as you reached over to grab his hand. It was comforting to know that, despite the falls and dips of his life, you’d always be there to lift him up.

#jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #jason todd x reader #romance #batfamily #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #dc red hood #red hood fanfic #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n

[jay7543]

Your knight ghost is in love with you, the prince

M4m

18+

Ghost is back in action and ready to fuck a prince. For real though, I’m so grateful for all the likes and support I’ve gotten, so I decided to make a new ghost story, I’ve had this idea brewing in the cess pool that is my brain for a bit, it honestly just took really long to find a good picture, i really like this one.

I’ll probably make a part 2 to the konig mechanic one in a few days for those of you who like it, I saw the comments lol

Feel free to request or suggest, it doesn’t have to be cod, I’m a nerd, I like a lot of things

As the prince of a kingdom you obviously need a security detail, originally your father, the king, assigned a whole team of knights. Then he reduced that number, and reduced it again, then again. Now only leaving one, him, ghost. He wears a helmet with a skull carved into it. Ghost has been with you the longest, you two were actually pretty close when you were young, while he was training, and now he’s your personal knight. You two spent a lot of time together, even experimenting and exploring with each other a few times. One thing your father didn’t realize is that you two would gain feelings for each other, and started fooling around in secret.

You two, when not seeing to your normal duties, spend most of your time together, sharing intamite moments, making each other feel good, you’ve tried to keep these meeting relatively spread apart so no one would be suspicious of you, but, you wanted more, to go further. You walked into the main hall and walked over to him

Reader-“come to my chamber tonight”

You say sternly, giving him a small smirk afterwards, both of you knowing exactly what you mean

Ghost-“yes prince”

You both walk in opposite directions, eagerly waiting to see what the night holds. After a long day of listening to your father ramble about how you need to find a wife, and how to be a good king, you finally make it back to your room. First you get a bath, wanting to smell nice and fresh for him, you also put on some lingerie that you… “procured” from one of the maids, ghost loved how you looked in it, especially how you bulged out of the laced panties. After getting ready and making sure you have some lube, that a very close confidant of yours provided, them being one of the only people who knows about you and ghost. You hear a knock

Reader-“c-come in”

You say nervously, although doing these things more than once, you still get butterflies every time you think about it. Ghost opens the door, out of his armor and in his normal clothes, he closes the door behind him. He looks at you and smiles

Ghost-“hello love, I missed you”

He says before waking over to the bed and and planting a soft kiss on your lips. He smells a bit sweaty, assumably after a long day of work and being stuffed in that armor.

Reader-“I missed you too, my father goes on and on about me getting a wife, but I just want a husband”

You smile and reach a hand up to his cheek. He smiles back at you

Reader-“I wore your favorite”

You say happily, blushing a bit. His eyes run up and down your scantily clad body, imagining all the things he’d do to you. He places a hand on your hip

Ghost-“I see that, you always looks so beautiful”

He moves his hand down to the bulge in your panties, making you moan a bit. He smiles and chuckles when he hears it.

Ghost-“I love this bulge, it’s so cute. Who knew a prince like you would crossdress, and shove his cute little cock in panties for me”

He says teasingly, stroking your cock softly through the panties. Making you rub against him a bit.

Reader-“come on, don’t tease me”

You plead as another moan slips out, he chuckles

Ghost-“sorry, I just can’t resist. I wanna try something a bit more hardcore today if you let me.”

He says with a smirk. You look at him with a confused face, your up to trying most things with him but your still curious and confused about what he could be talking about.

Reader-“like what? We’ve already done a lot, I let you fuck my thighs that one time, I let you fuck me. I jerked you off and edged you for hours that one time, I really had fun with that, your load was huge”

You chuckle and he blushed a bit as he remembers how you made him melt with your fingers, and the other embarrassing things you two have done together.

Ghost-“I wanna…well, the maids called it throat fucking”

Reader-“the maids?”

You raise an eyebrow, how does he know what the maids talk about.

Ghost-“yeah, well…the maids talk, loudly, about what they convince the other guards to do to them, they are very sexually frustrated. They’ve even come to me a few times. I’ve said no every time, obviously”

You feel a bit relieved when he says he’s aid no to them and only heard them. Still, what is it.

Reader-“what is this throat fucking? Well…I can assume but still”

Ghost-“well, you lay on your back on the bed and…I thrust into your throat, like fucking you, but just your mouth”

Your heart beats a bit faster, it definitely sounds fun, you love sucking his dick and this just seems like a better version of that. You reach out and stroke him through his pants to get him hard,

Reader-“sounds fun, I’m willing to try”

You smirk as you feel his cock grow under your palm. Before you know it, you two are engrossed in a deep kiss to help get you both in the mood. You keep rubbing him as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, taking full control, you absolutely love it. Soon he takes his pants off and stands next to the bed, his throbbing cock and full balls on display for you to see, it takes everything you have to not suck it then and there. You lay down on the bed, he grabs you and repositions you so you’re on your back and your head is hanging off the bed a bit, enough for him to thrust into your throat.

Ghost-“that’s perfect, just-just tap on my leg if you need to breath or it’s too much”

You nod and open your mouth, he positions his cock right in front of you, your mouth starts to water. He slowly pushed his into your mouth, he grunts as he goes. Soon he reached half way, where you usually stop when you blow him normally, but he quickly pushed right past that, the whole way down your throat, you can’t get any air in but it just feels so good. He hilts his cock in your throat.

Ghost-“oh my god, that feels s-so good”

He moans and grunts. You tap his leg to get air, he pulls out enough for you to breathe.

Ghost-“sorry love, kinda got lost in the moment”

You catch your breath and wipe a bit of spit off your mouth.

Reader-“it’s ok, I really like it, but remember to let me breath”

You chuckle. He smiles and nods before thrusting back into your throat, not sitting there this time, now going back and forth, letting you be able to breathe every time he pulls back far enough. Whenever he hits the back of your throat you make loud glucking and gagging noises that make him thrust even faster. Soon you start to taste his pre cum as it fills your mouth. He looks down and notices your hard cock in your panties.

Ghost-“can’t leave this little guy out of the fun”

He says as he grunts. He pulls your cock out of your panties, already leaking, and starts stroking it, it feels so good that you even start thrusting into his hand a bit. Your lips lock around his cock as he fucks your throat, you moan and gag. He grunts and moans.

Ghost-“how did I not try this sooner, those maids have some good ideas”

He says as he lets out one more loud grunt before hilting his cock in your throat agin like he did the first time, as he does, you can’t help but cum as he continues to stroke you, you cover your belly and his hand in your cum. You start to feel a lack of breath and tap his leg, but he doesn’t move this time. He moves around a little bit to pleasure himself as he starts to cum. Thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat, you don’t even have to swallow, they go straight down. You start to feel lightheaded as he finally pulls away and you gasp for air and cough a little, he sits you up and pats your back

Ghost-“sorry, I-i really wanted to do that”

He says breathless, still winding down from his orgasm.

Reader-“don’t worry, it’s ok, just don’t do it again ok?”

You chuckle and smile at him

Reader-“it was honestly fun. Can you go get me some water, but..be careful, don’t let anyone see you coming here”

He leans in and kisses your forehead

Ghost-“don’t worry, I know”

He gets up and puts his pants back on before walking to the door and opening it, as soon as he does he sees the maids he was talking to before. He quickly gets out of the room and closes the door

Maid1-“sounded like it went well, I got a bit wet actually”

Maid2-“me too”

They giggle

Ghost glares at them

Ghost-“ you two were listening? Well yes, it went well, thank you for the idea, now go back to your duties and never speak of it again”

He says firmly to them. They giggle and walk away. He didn’t overhear them, he asked for advice from them, because he wants more ways to make both of you feel good.

#smut #18+ only #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #m4m #bisexual #gay #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x male reader #cod smut #cod fanfic #cod fic #my fic

[mydearesthrry]

hi!!! could u maybe write musician reader x harry idea dumping in the middle of the night???

a/n: u get it. this was fun to write teehee. song used is ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’ by delaney bailey! enjoy :P (this got away from me.)

warnings: nothing, cute fluff from our fave knuckleheads!!!!

“hi baby angel, what are you doing?” harry murmured, a grin on his face as he walked into the living room, seeing his wife sitting on the floor with her guitar on her lap.

“writing something, i think,” she grumbled, scratching aggressively at her shoulder since her guitar strap was rubbing against it. “something’s not working here.”

“well, what’ve y’got so far?” he asked, plopping himself next to her, resting his chin on his hand that was propped up on his knee.

“um, i’ll play it for you,” she shifted in her spot to face him, itching her nose as she scooted. “i’m thinking it’ll be called like, ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’? i mean, i basically say it in the first verse anyway.”

“cute!” he replied, making her giggle softly.

“okay, um,” y/n began strumming, eyes closing as she played the round of chords she had in mind.

‘cause you hold in my tide

i would die a thousand times

just to see you in another life

stopping after the second chorus, she drops her chin to her chest, hair curtaining around her face as she groans in annoyance. “i can’t figure out the fucking bridge.”

“baby, that was beautiful.” harry says seriously, eyes shining with adoration and utmost love.

“shut up. help me write this bridge.” she muttered, but leaning to press a kiss to his lips in gratitude.

“hm… what if y’like, made it still ocean themed? like slow down the song at that part and make it so it sounds like the water’s coming back up the shore.” he explained casually, not realizing how complicated that sounded.

“what?” she questioned, a confused furrow in her brow.

“like, hold on, give me the guitar.” he held his hands out to grab it, settling it on his lap against his tummy when it was in his possession. harry furrowed his brow, humming a little before just barely singing the words, ‘my love’.

y/n watched as he used relatively the same chords to strum a different pattern, already filling in the gaps with his hums. “i got it! h, wait!”

“see, there y’go lovie. jus’ needed a little boost, hm?” he smiled widely, his bunny teeth peeking out.

“god, we’re fuckin’ good at our jobs.” she murmured after rerecording the song with harry’s added bridge. a giggle left harry’s throat at her look of relief, high-fiving her as she set her guitar back on the stand.

“should i release it? i think we could probably record it tonight.” y/n shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, standing from her place on the floor.

“y’wanna record this song right now? its 2:45 in the morning, sweetheart.” he chuckled at her, standing up after she did.

“yeah, honestly. wanna be my producer for the night?” she giggled, moving towards him slowly, her hands coming to rest on his chest, then fanning out to the nape of his neck.

“sure, baby. if that’s what y’want.” harry promised, his hands resting on her hips. leaning forward, he pressed a kiss on her forehead, both cheeks, and eventually her lips, savoring the flavor of her chapstick that she loved to use before bed.

“i do want that, please?” she whispered between them, pecking his lips again.

“alright, lead the way, angel girl.”

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yourinstagram: my new song ‘a love letter from the sea to the shore’ is out may 1st 💌 written & produced by me and husband harrystyles eeeeek i love this song i cant wait for it to be yours!!!!!!!

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user1: THEY WROTE IT TOGETHER AND PRODUCED IT TOGETHER STOP 😭

harrystyles: I love nothing more than I love you. Thank you for letting me work on this with you. H Xxx

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user2: y/n probably painted the cover art im unwell

user3: “i love you too much to drift completely” BRUH IM DONE THEYRE SO 😭😭😭

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[personasintro]

Hey mimi, i hope all is well, you're eating well, you're healthy you smile more, and your loved ones are okay, we really appreciate you taking your time to write these beautiful stories for us, i think i might have an idea that it's not easy at all, but you are so dedicated and that proves you work very hard, building up something as hard as writing a story with many words and sentences to include must be so tiring, out of everything i really hope you take your sweet time to write and construct your stories with every single chapter, make sure to block out any negativity coming your way, people will talk either way, don't pressure yourself with things that will happen eventually like updating a single chapter, if it's real they'll stay, even an audience of 5 people can make you feel powerfulpowerful, don't ever let anything drag you down, much love.

Sian😆

I am blocking any negativity, I’ve decided doing so for my own sake and mental health. And I realized there are always gonna be stupid people who just don’t wanna understand.

I’m writing and updating whenever I can and have inspiration. I do not have any updating schedule. I’m reminding this to everyone who thinks I’m only writing in my free time. I have a job and personal life & stuff I’m dealing with on daily basis. If you don’t wanna wait around or continue to be disrespectful — just leave. I don’t want you here and I don’t want you to bring more negativity which in the end, readers who are patient, understanding & kind will have to deal with consequences because of these ignorant people.

Thank you for every sweet message! Every one of them makes me happy and I’m so grateful. Honestly, it’s just letting me know that you guys are still here and I can feel the love and support 💓 love you!!

#💜

[quimichi]

TW: obsessive behavior, stealing

SUMMARY: He couldn't take his eyes off you...why are you so...catching? So pretty to look at...Why do you have to have this beautiful soul...and why would he do anything for you?

CHARACTERS: SUB!Yandere x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 854

*character in the picture: Yoshiki - The summer Hikaru died

¡! ❞ Akito always loved beautiful things. Since childhood he loved to watch the sunset or sunrise. His parents always had to stop their car when there was a rainbow so he could take a picture with his little kids toy camera. When he got older, he also hot into poetry. He found his mothers poetry book in the bookshelf before he could even understand half the words written there. He just knew those words and phrases must be pretty.

¡! ❞ All things fascinate him, because all things are beautiful in some way. So it wouldn't have been much of a surprise that when he sees you, he would fall hard.

¡! ❞ But...it was. There he was, standing his eyes almost popping out of his skull while he introduces himself to the class. He just moved here, everything i so new to him. There's so much to discover! But he had no idea he would discover love...discover you.

¡! ❞ He stared, directly at you, you saw and felt it. Normally, you'd think its really weird, cause it is. But since he appears so cute and innocent, you shake it off as a nervous fixation. Surely someone like him wouldn't be THAT weird. Wrong...

¡! ❞ The teacher decides the best place for him to sit, is the free place beside you. There are many more free seats, but you were one of the nicest in class, so your teacher figured it would be best if Akito sat beside you. Maybe you will even show him around? Introduce him to the new environment?

¡! ❞ So he sat down beside you, and immediately introduced himself, "Akito." He extends his hand, wanting you to shake it, and of course you place your hand in his...oh-your hand is...so warm? It feels nice against his skin. Your skin against his. Youe have really nice hands, with hands like these you MUST obviously do something. Art? Maybe you compose songs? Poetry maybe! "I know-!" you giggle as you shake his hand. Akito tilts his head, "Huh?...oh-i already introduced myself-!" He's a little ashamed, but he had worse situations. Your beauty is just...he doesn't know how to describe it, it caught him off guard a bit.

¡! ❞ "I'm Y/N, it's really nice to meet you." You shake his hand, you can't deny it, he's kinda cute. But the introduction was short lived because the lesson was about to start. While you were able to pay attention, Akito was not. He doesn't dislike school, but neither does he love it. Hes a pretty good student, he can pay attention. But rn the lesson is just bugging him the wrong way. It cut you off, you couldn't talk to him anymore...He wanted to hear more of your voice...what a shame, truly.

¡! ❞ But its ok, he can just sit there and learn about you! Oh, now he knows what those hands do. Your handwriting is pretty, the way that pen flows over the paper makes it look so elegant, so easy. You wouldn't pay much attention to it cause well, its not really important is it? Its just your handwriting. But Akito already memorized how each letter is written, connects with the other, how they look in combinations.

¡! ❞ You, again, notice his stare. And, again, you shake it off. You move your hand over and turn the paper into his vision, "there." You honestly just thought he wants to see your notes and maybe copy some of them. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO NICE??? Why is his heart pounding so much?? Is this love? No, it can't be you two just met??

¡! ❞ at the end of class he noticed how one of your pens mustve rolled off your table. Seems like you also didn't noticed...so you wouldn't notice if he would take it, right? You're so nice you wouldn't mind one pen less right? Its also the pen you took your notes with!...that means your warm soft hands touched it...pretty hands.

¡! ❞ Quickly he shoves it into his pocket before someone notices him and walks out right after you, following along like a lost puppy. You know where the next class is, so you don't mind. But he actually forgot about this fact and just wanted to follow you, because...well youre interesting. He keeps playing with the pen in his pocket, the material is nice. You must probably like the pen if you take notes with it. And he saw more of the same brand laying around on your desk. Is it your favorite brand? Should he buy you some?...Or do you have enough? Wait-why did you stop walki-

��! ❞ He bumped into your back, or more specifically, your backpack. "Sorry-! I uh...didn't pay attention to where i was going..." You laugh it off, saying its ok while walking away to a friend.

¡! ❞ Odd...this feeling in his stomach, the sudden drop. Perhaps...jealousy? Is he truly jealous of your friend? Just because you walked over to them to talk to them instead of you? Cause your attention shifted?...

to be continued?

I realized I take waaay to long so--more parts? Was it even good???

#yandere x reader #oc #oc x reader #yandere male #male yandere #x female reader #x fem!reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling

[thedvilsinthedetails]

rosekiller microfic

Possibly NSFW but not explicit

toxic exes rosekiller

Based off ‘I like the way you kiss me’ by Artemas

some kind of house yearly switching au idk it’s a throwaway comment

you really need to listen to the song while you read this

Don’t you wanna make me proud? 

Cuz I’m so proud

Baby I’m so proud of you

I like the way you kiss me

I can tell you miss me

I can tell it hits hits hits hits

Not tryna be romantic

I’ll hit it from the back 

Just so you don’t get attached [kiss kiss kiss]

. . .

Barty had his hands tugging on Evan’s collar now. It wasn’t pretty or soft. And it definitely wasn’t loving. It was violent how he pulled him in. Violent how Evan forced his tongue into Barty’s mouth, how he rolled his hips and pulled on his hair. It was a fucking fight. And it was brutal as much as it was beautiful.

And honestly this was a bad idea but those were always Barty’s favourites anyway. Pus the music was so loud it couldn’t be his fault he’d edged to the quieter corners to down his drink. And the lights were that shadowy blue that makes Evan glow like some fallen angel it would be impossible for any person to resist when Evan had looked up and locked eyes with him. And Barty forgets all about how they’d tried this before and it never worked.

How Evan wasn’t an angel at all. How Barty was definitely bad for him. They were bad for each other. It didn’t matter though, not right now.

All he could think about was how he needed this. Needed Evan. Right now. It wasn’t rational.

Friends had tried to stop it, interfere. The issue was Barty didn’t feel bad about anything that was happening right now. Evan moaned into his mouth and Barty just gasped at it. At how it all felt so right. 

And Evan was pulling Barty out of the common room now, tugging his arm to the dorm they used to share before the houses changed. And Barty just followed in this wonderful dreamlike state. Evan. EvanEvanEvan. 

And he could tell from the way Evan had kissed him with that hungry desperation.

And he could tell from the way he could barely wait to rip Barty’s shirt off and shove him down onto the bed.

He felt the same.

Barty pressed his leg right between Evan’s. Relishing the groan it earned him. Evan trailed his mouth to Barty’s neck. Alternating between bruising kisses and bites.

Barty tossed his head to the side to give him more space. God he was relishing the idea of Evan’s marks all over him. 

“Evan.”

He whispered with a wide grin. Evan grunted against his skin in response.

“I heard you got a boyfriend no? Why are you here with me huh? Stai facendo qualcosa di cattivo con me?”

“No boyfriend.”

Evan replied.

“Dumped him a week ago, wasn’t good enough for me. Boring as fuck.”

“I’m better than him yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up. More Italian.”

Evan trailed his tongue down Barty’s neck to his collarbone. 

“Thought you wanted me to shut up mio bambolo.”

Evan shuddered at that.

Admit it, you miss me.”

“Already told you to shut up didn’t I?”

“I’m proud of you baby. Know your worth.”

“If I knew my worth I wouldn’t be making out with you right now.”

“Then don’t.”

Barty smirked.

Evan didn’t reply, just took hold of Barty and turned him over. They both knew what that had really meant.

…

“Fuck baby.”

Evan gasped, sweat slicked and panting as he collapsed next to Barty onto the bed. Barty just grinned his shitty little grin.

••• translations:

“stai facendo qualcosa di cattivo con me?” - Are you doing something naughty with me

“mio bambolo” - my doll

#Rosekiller #evan x barty #barty x evan #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #slytherin skittles #evan rosier #rosekiller fanfiction #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #marauders era #rosekiller brainrot #rosekiller microfic #dead gay wizards #marauders #barty being barty #barty jr #barty crouch jr x evan rosier #evan being evan #evan rosier x barty crouch jr

[wandagcre]

Heya!!! If you were still doing the gif requests, may I ask for a fluffy top wanda one with this pleassee. Thank you

it's date night but it wasn't the one where you two had reigns to decide—it lacked total freedom and privacy. it was a miracle enough that wanda let you accompany her as she meets her stylists for the night event; a fundraising gala held by the no-longer little morgan stark, now of age to handle the business. she reminded you of as a perfect mix of personality between tony and pepper. moreso, there was a definite surprise from wanda thinks she's no longer that hero. apparently, morgan insisted, and reassured that the world thinks otherwise as there had been cover-ups from some of her past wrong doings.

upon the invitation, you were ecstatic for your wife — how her journey has far come to this. how beneficial her presence would be at that event. you also knew how her mind is clouded with doubts, so you insisted that if you weren't to be her plus-one for safety purposes.

"c'mon, honey. i deserve to see you get dressed and glammed up, don't you think?" you give her best impression of your puppy eyes. wanda can feel the excitement coursing through you that it makes your smile so infectious.

you knew she had soften up. "fine. you can accompany me, detka."

"yes! i'm your unofficial plus-one," when you pump your fist in the air, celebrating, her giggling resonated beautifully in the room.

you were new to this world. still under the care of the starks, you were greeted by their warmth and their extravagant and lavish place. the glass that acted as top to bottom walls and viewpoint surrounded the place. you did the math and it could fit at least for you to throw a party from one room alone.

you held wanda's hand, squeezing it from time to time to reassure the woman somehow that you're there with her — for her. your wife looked small before you sat with her in the spacious bed. did you had the urge to tackle her? yes. did you succumb to that urge? also yes. it was a fit of laughter as you both enjoyed the comfortable silence.

"do you have any clue what you'll be wearing?" you ponder while your head was close to wanda, laying down.

"no, not really." wanda answers. "they only took my measurements and i reminded pepper to give me something of a natural look. nothing too over the top,"

you hold her by the wrist, your thumb soothing over it.

"whatever it is, i'm sure you'll look stunning. i won't be able to take your eyes off you." you admit honestly. wanda blushes beside you because she feels the truth behind your words.

"you're a real charmer,"

soon, you both hear the card tapping and doors sliding in. it was the makeup team, both of you greeted them and you sat patiently by the edge of the bed, how the team worked fast and efficiently.

it didn't take long for them and you saw how the sun was soon setting by the wide windows. wanda finally got into another room to put on the dress and you insisted on closing your eyes before seeing the final reveal.

"that's only for weddings you dummy."

you humurously scoffed. "i'm not taking my chances. besides, i want to be surprised."

when you two were left alone, wanda finally gave you the cue to look, per your instructions, and she was even more breathtaking than in the mirror reflection and the partial look you had beforehand.

she's right infront of you, giving you a shy twirl.

"wow. that's— okay. i have to process this beauty for at least three business days," your eyes fluttered, you feel heated up, and you had to tug on the collar of your shirt.

"don't be dramatic now, detka."

"i'm serious! i feel like a giggly teen over my crush right now. you don't understand... i hope you understand."

wanda rolled her eyes. your compliment was appreciated though, she held your words in high regard — always. wanda's back faced you again this time for her to do her last touch ups.

she turned around once again to your direction and you sauntered over your wife. you made her inch closer for you to inspect her pretty face.

your heartbeat picked up immensely.

"how do i look?" wanda whispers. she's hopeless as you were.

"gorgeous. the best among them all."

you're rewarded with her pearly teeth smile and beautiful green eyes gleaming at your response — contorting into ease and happiness. it didn't help your beating heart, but it was more than satisfying.

if she ever experienced teenage dating like in the movies filled of unstoppable fluttering of feelings, wanda is certain that it feels something as this — all with you, because of you.

#wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wlw #lesbian #i have disregarded the top wanda #just full of fluff instead... my bad

[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafigther!sukuna ryomen x femcoach!reader

Part 11. The Other One

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Sypnosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Yuuji, Choso and Sukuna are brothers. Warnings: Cursed words. I only read it once lol Word Count: 4667 words. Author's Note: We are so close to the end. I already want to get to the grand finale, but I can only write one chapter at the time. uwu Thanks for all the support so far!

Btw I made a PLAYLIST

“Salmon or hake?” I wondered as I compared the two frozen fish. I was in the frozen section of the best supermarket in the city.  My exposed skin was cold by being exposed to the bed of ice and near the refrigerators full of snacks and fast foods. The nerves in my hands were beginning to tighten from holding the frozen packages for too long.

Ladies slowly dragging their carts through the white aisles, children crying to their mothers who already want to go home and the employees running from side to side behind me. The popular music framed my thoughts as I read the nutritional facts for each product, focusing on the grams of protein. Since I was in charge of cooking for Sukuna’s birthday, I had to choose the best products to make him the best dinner he ever had

Salmon has 20 grams of protein, 13 grams of fat and zero carbohydrates. In addition to its contribution of Omega-3, for high-performance athletes it is the ideal fish to eat, since it has a very good ratio of proteins and healthy fats. If I baked it in the oven, I was sure it would be delicious. The only problem? The famous mercury. Although, according to some studies, it is true that salmon is the fish that contains the least amount. Hake is usually its alternative, which has less fat, but the same or more amount of protein, also it digests better.

“Salmon has more potassium, selenium, and vitamin B12." A female voice interrupted my mental debate.

My eyes widened when I saw the beauty next to me. A thin and tall blonde woman. Her blonde hair was long and her bangs looked great on her. His thin eyebrows framed her big brown eyes. His tight-fitting black turtleneck shirt and high-waisted pants made her look phenomenal. It was like admiring a beautiful porcelain statue, you could easily get lost in the details of her person.

"Oh, thanks. Are you a nutritionist or something like that?” I asked curiously as I returned the hake to the bed of ice.

"I'm a jiu-jitsu coach. I never thought I would meet the Medusa Snake in a supermarket,” she joked.

I should have seen it before. Her physical build was magnificent for a jiu-jitsu fighter. Her arms were perfectly toned, and his long legs could knock down any rival with one kick. I started to envy her body.

"I was told you were Ryomen's coach, I see that you are… very close," she said as she looked directly at the bracelet that Sukuna had given me earlier this morning. That was strange.

"It is a complicated task, but I think that every day we understand each other more," I answered honestly.

"I wanted to be his coach, you know?” she told me as if nothing had happened.

Something in me set off a warning alarm. I could sense that this conversation had a double intention. Was she threatening my position? Did she know that I wouldn't be Sukuna's coach anytime soon? Was she just trying to have a nice conversation in the middle of the frozen section? She was a beautiful woman to admire, but I didn't like where this was going.

"Who are you?" I asked confused, completely breaking the flow of the conversation.

"My name is Yuki Tsukumo," she introduced herself with a smile. “This is the Yuki who sent the bracelet to Sukuna!” I thought, trying not to reflect surprise on my face, but I'm not sure if I did it. “I see he received my gift, it's a shame he didn't want to use it."

"Sukuna doesn't like receiving gifts, that's why he gave it to me,” I answered, my tone sounding more defensive than I intended.

"Thank goodness he didn't throw it in the trash," she said before taking the hake I left. "I hope he doesn't throw you away either." With that threat, she walked away, getting lost in the cereal aisle.

I just saw the beautiful woman swinging her hips away, like a poisonous viper with beautiful colored scales. I couldn't help but see the gold bracelet that rested delicately on my wrist. My gaze hyperfixed on the letters engraved on it, wondering what kind of relationship this strange woman had with Sukuna. I put the salmon in my basket and continued with my shopping in an attempt to forget the unusual conversation.

After paying for the salmon and the rest of the ingredients I would use for the special dinner, my phone started ringing. I arranged the plastic bags in one hand to get my phone out of my pants. It was Yuuji.

"Hello, Y/n!" His friendly voice sounded from the other side. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Not really. I am only going to make Sukuna’s dinner for his birthday,” I answered as I walked back home.

"Cancel that. My parents just invited me and my brothers to dinner at the restaurant they just opened in the bay.” I stopped dead and sighed. “The salmon will have to wait until tomorrow.” "Do you have a pretty dress?" he wondered out of nowhere.

"Why you ask?". I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I asked my parents if you could come. When they found out you were Sukuna's friend, they said yes.”

"Why did you do that?" I asked him, even more confused. This couldn't be good.

"Because Choso is going, duh," he answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Because I was thinking about Sukuna 24/7, I had completely forgotten about Choso's existence. Yuuji still doesn't know that I like his other brother now. Plus, his parents will be there. Oh no, this can't be happening. This would be a disaster, I could sense it. Did I really have to go? My feelings churned in my chest the further I walked down the sidewalk. I stopped when I reached the crosswalk. The traffic light was red.

"I don't think this is a good idea..."

"Don't say that! It's the perfect opportunity for Choso to see you slay like the queen you are,” Yuuji lifted my spirits that I was dragging on the ground.

"Hang up the phone now!" I heard Gojo yell at him from a distance, Yuuji was still be in the gym, training with Sukuna.

"See you in the afternoon," he said goodbye before hanging up.

The light turned green, but I still couldn't cross. I stood frozen on the sidewalk, stunned by the unusual invitation. I felt lost. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go because I really like hanging out with the boys, but I was afraid to find out what my true feelings were for Choso and Sukuna. Also, I raised Choso’s hopes up. What if I didn’t like him anymore because I liked Sukuna? Thai was a mess. 

The traffic light turned red again. Why was I questioning my feelings for Choso? It's true that I liked Sukuna, but I liked Choso the moment I saw him. Sukuna had been an acquired taste from the times we've slept together. The gifts and me living with him seemed to have no meaning to him. I was in a dangerous situation, and he just wanted to protect me, right? Everything was so confusing. Maybe if I was to go to dinner, I had to find out what my true feelings were.

The traffic light turned green again.

After picking my outfit, an everything shower and doing my makeup, I was ready. It had been a long time since the last time I dressed up like a fine lady for dinner. I always have to wear sporty clothes due to work. Putting on a cute pink dress and applying a small wing eyeliner made me feel like a pretty princess. I brushed my hair in front of my large bathroom mirror while my stomach churned nervously. Seeing myself so different from how I normally look was like seeing an old friend I hadn't seen in years. As I put the brush back in its place, I noticed that I still had Sukuna's bracelet on my wrist. 

“I don't think it's a good idea to wear it today,” I thought aloud before taking it off and putting it in a jewelry box.

I went down to the entrance at the time Sukuna and I had agreed to leave. My heels echoed with every step I took. I already wanted him to see me as “the queen” that I am, Yuuji's words. I went downstairs with every intention of surprising him, but I was the one who ended up surprised. He was already there, fixing his elegant suit in front of the mirror. I never thought I'd see a man like Sukuna, who always dresses in T-shirts and shorts, wearing a sharp black suit with an ivory turtleneck sweater. This was not the cranky man I coach, this was a millionaire man with a mobster vibe straight out of a romance novel written by a woman. From the shine on his shoes to his well-groomed hair, Sukuna looked like the jackpot. 

“You look... different,” he said as he analyzed my whole body. “Of course I look different! What kind of compliment is that?!” I thought annoyed. 

“You look different too.” I told him reluctantly. 

“Are you ready to go?” He asked. I just nodded excitedly before following him out the door. 

In the nighttime tapestry of the city, the bright lights painted a surreal panorama. The asphalt shone like an ebony river, reflecting the headlights of passing cars like wandering fireflies. The city had an air of mystery and adventure. Tokyo was a place where anything could happen, where dreams came true and nightmares lurked in the shadows. The steering wheel turned under my fingers like a rudder guiding a ship through a sea of ​​metal. The roar of the engine was a discordant symphony that echoed in the silence of the night.

“How did training with Gojo go?” I asked him to get a topic of conversation.

"Everything was going well until I had to train again with the useless rookies,” he muttered in annoyance, gripping the steering wheel firmly. "Have you thought about who your replacement will be?" He asked.

"I have a few candidates in mind,” I answered. "In fact, a coach approached me when I went to the market, but she didn't give me a good vibe.”

"Why?" he asked, curious.

"I think you already know each other."

"What's her name?”

"Yuki Tsukumo." Sukuna braked the car in its tracks, making us bounce in our seats. Thank God we had our seat belts on. If we hadn’t, I would have slammed into the glass. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed with my heart in my hand.

Sukuna didn't answer me. He squeezed the steering wheel, clearly annoyed, to park next to the curb. He took off his seatbelt to lean back on the steering wheel. Who was this Yuki Tsukumo that could make Sukuna act like this? An ex-partner? Impossible, Yuuji told me that he has never had a girlfriend. Someone he slept with in the past? I don't blame him, she's beautiful.

"You better not tell Choso or Yuuji that you ran into he," he told me after letting out a long sigh.

"Why not? Is there something I should know?” I asked him confused with the whole situation.

"She is Choso's ex-fiancée,” he answered before holding his forehead in concern.

"Oh…” I could not believe it.

Sukuna POV

I couldn't believe this blonde bitch had shown up again. Finally, when we had all left her in the past, she decided to come back for more. I clearly remembered the first time I saw that stupid girl smiling from cheek to cheek as if she were a pure soul. Choso looked so happy and proud to introduce her as his future wife. Poor asshole, he didn't know what he was getting into... and neither did I.

He still vividly remembered the night where everything turned into a shit show. The UFC had paid me the best suite in Las Vegas for my first championship fight. Sometimes I closed my eyes to return to that majestic place. Admiring the Strip, a glittering ribbon of casinos, hotels, and attractions that never sleeps, Paris's iconic Eiffel Tower twinkling with a thousand lights, and the High Roller Ferris wheel rising above the horizon like a giant lighthouse. I fucked a prostitute in the middle of the wide balcony, enjoying the panorama that stretched out in front of me.

"Sukuna!" The whore screamed my name desperately.

My hips didn't stop pounding into ramming her. Her tits were bouncing in my face and her legs were spread across the couch. I opened her ass to reach the deepest part of her being. He had paid a good amount for her, he was willing to destroy her physically and emotionally. I pulled her hair while my cock hit her cervix, her limit. I was so close to reaching the climax, ensuring my future victory... but some idiot had to ring the bell at that moment.

I was so close that I didn't care that the person would stay outside all night. I didn't care if it was Choso, Gojo, Yuuji or my parents. I was very busy. The idiot didn't seem to want to understand that I wasn't going to open it, so he kept insisting on the fucking doorbell. Ding-dong. Ding-Dong. Ding-fucking-Dong. The annoying sound made me lose concentration.

"Fuck!" I screamed before pulling my cock out of the whore. She sighed in annoyance, plopping down on the couch. "Hide in the closet or something, I'm not done with you." I told her before wrapping a towel around my hips.

"I'm going to charge you extra!" She yelled at me before following my instruction.

I straightened my towel before reluctantly opening the door. In front of me was the last person I thought I would meet. It was Yuki, Choso's guest. What the fuck was she doing here at midnight? Especially alone. From her pajamas and her slightly messy hair, I could tell she had escaped from the bed she shared with my younger brother.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked her, annoyed. "It better be important."

"I want to talk about business, can I come in?" she asked me with her usual flirtatious smile.

"No. Just tell me what you have to say so you can leave me alone,” I answered. I could already feel my balls turning blue.

"Do you kiss your mother with that filthy?" she joked.

"I'm not in the mood, spit it out before I slam the door in your face," I blurted out. It was the last warning I was going to give her.

"I noticed that you don't have a trainer who specializes in jiu-jitsu. I know you don't accept women in your gym, but if you allow me to be part of your team, I can…".

I couldn't help but laugh in her face, cutting her off completely. Did she just interrupt my good luck ritual to offer herself as my trainer? I knew she was a jiu-jitsu trainer at a local gym, but I never thought she had the balls to ask me to recruit her. Couldn't she do this another day or in the morning? Why right here when Choso is surely sleeping peacefully thinking that she is by his side? Was this shit serious? There were so many questions about her behavior that I could only laugh.

"I don't see what's funny about it," Yuki said, crossing her arms.

"Then you have a terrible sense of humor," I answered. "Is that all you have to tell me?"

"I'm sure I'm a better fighter than you, I could kick your ass if I wanted to," she said annoyed.

"I want to see you try," I said. “She wouldn't dare,” I thought for sure.

Well, she dared. She attacked me by surprise with a kick to the abdomen. I lowered my arm, preventing it from connecting completely, but it did hit my side. I couldn't defend myself well while just having a towel on. One wrong move and I was already naked. I backed away out of inertia, allowing her to enter the suite. She jumped at me to continue hitting me.

"Bitch!" I screamed while covering my private parts.

"I'm going to show you that you need me on your team!" she shouted with a smile on his face.

"I don't want anyone else on my team!" I exclaimed.

How the hell did we get to this situation? I wasn't sure, but I had to do something about it. She pulled and punched me, trying to take me down like any jiu-jitsu fighter would do. She launched another kick at me, this time I evaded it in time, but she broke a lamp in the process. I was debating in my mind whether I should knock her out with one punch. I could not do it. Even though she was crazy, she was Choso's fiancée. My first option was to call one of my brothers or someone saner.

"Just think about it seriously, with my brain and your muscles I could make you a millionaire in less than you think," she told me excitedly.

So she was after the money. Which is normal… but that didn't explain why she was acting so secretive. Why didn't she tell Choso he wanted a job on the Team Black? There was something else she wasn't telling me. I entered the master bedroom as quickly as possible without exposing my cock to grab the phone, but she ended up cornering me against the closet before I could get to it. At the sudden knock, the prostitute screamed.

"Who is it?" Yuki asked me confused.

"I didn't know he had a wife!" The whore screamed opening the closet door. “Oh no,” I thought. "Please don't hit me!" The poor girl yelled as she fled the scene.

"Hey! We're not done yet!” I yelled.

And as if fate was mocking me, I dropped the towel. I was in the middle of a teenager's worst nightmare. Yuki shamelessly looked down, making this more awkward than it already was. By this point I was praying that this was a bad taste prank. I just wanted Yuuji or Gojo to come into the room with a camera in hand, mocking my reaction, but that never happened.

"Nice girl you hired," she laughed at me. And just when I thought this was only going to get worse, I heard the voice of my potential savior.

"Sukuna!" I heard Choso's voice from the door as he rang the doorbell as if his life depended on it.

"You worried your future husband," I told her before pushing her to let go, so I could put the towel back on.

"Hire me or I'll tell Choso I cheated on him with you," Yuki threatened me.

"What?!" I asked him, frowning at the tremendous bullshit she just said.

That's when it hit me. Yuki came to ask me for a job without Choso because she is only with him for convenience. She's only with him to blatantly get close to me. Since I don't accept women in the gym, this was his solution to get to me. I should have seen it before. I remember how at dinner with our parents he spent the time talking about jiu-jitsu and the UFC, sharing his extensive knowledge on the subject. Everyone was delighted with her, but she drove me crazy. 

"Are you that desperate for money?" I asked him, not believing what was happening.

"You don't have much time,” Yuki crossed her arms as the ringing continued.

"Sukuna!" Choso exclaimed again.

"I trust Choso, he is not stupid enough to fall for something like that."

End of Sukuna POV

"Choso was stupid enough to fall for that,” Sukuna blurted out after recounting the tragedy that happened that day. "He knew about my lucky ritual and to this day he still thinks I fucked his fiancée," he said as he looked towards the car in front of us.

I was just listening to him while Sign Of The Times by Harry Styles was playing on the radio. We were still parked so that Sukuna could tell me in great detail what had happened with Yuki and Choso. It was a hard story to believe. A woman interrupting his suite in the middle of his lucky ritual and then threatening to break off his relationship with his brother over a measly coaching job is not something you hear every day.

"I tried to explain to him several times what happened, but he never wanted to listen to me. Then he told Yuuji and since that idiot doesn't know how to shut up, everyone in the gym knows,” he explained. "It's an absurd story, I know, but…".

"I believe you," I told him before he could finish his sentence.

"You do?" he looked at me, confused.

"Why are you surprised? I believed you when you told me about your lucky ritual.” I said. "Is it a strange story? Yes, but we are a team. If you tell me the sky is pink, I believe you. If you tell me that pigs fly, I believe you. If you tell me that Yuki Tsukumo is a son of a bitch, I'll believe you.”

Sukuna smiled at my response. He looked relieved, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. I smiled back at his reaction. Sukuna always has been honest with me, I had no reason to doubt him. Even though I had little time left as his coach, I planned to continue by his side. I don't know if it was the sad story or my feelings towards him got in the way that made me take off my seat belt to reach him. He didn't know what exactly was going through his mind, but whatever it was, he needed a hug.

My body felt light when he reciprocated the gesture. Our bodies melted in the warmth of the moment. His hands traveled down my back to press me closer to his broad chest. I would have liked to stop time to stay here all my life. Maybe Sukuna didn't like me back, but I knew I someone important to him, and I was happy with that.

The luxurious restaurant at the Grand Palace Hotel had an elegant atmosphere with high ceilings, panoramic windows and sparkling chandeliers. Sukuna and I made our way among the tables covered with white tablecloths and velvet chairs that invited guests to delight in an exquisite menu. In the distance, we saw his family. They were happy to see us, but they were also clearly disappointed for arriving 20 minutes late. Everyone looked elegant and sophisticated, especially Choso. He always looked good, but today he looked phenomenal in his gray suit and white shirt. He greeted me with a smile on his face as soon as we approached the table.

"You look beautiful,” he complimented me. My heart skipped a beat with happiness. “Are you watching, Sukuna? This is how you give a compliment,” I thought with blushing cheeks.

"I thought I raised you to always be on time," the mother scolded Sukuna.

According to Yuuji, Kaori Itadori was a highly sophisticated and strict mother. She has always focused on giving his children the best education so that they would grow up to be strong men and providers. An extremely traditional and Catholic woman. She sounded like the worst mother-in-law you could have.

"There was a lot of traffic," Sukuna answered reluctantly as we sat at the table.

Choso helped me, pulling my chair like a perfect gentleman. I was so nervous having him so close, since Yuuji gave me his seat, so I could sit next to him. My mind was at peace realizing that I still liked Choso a lot.

"At this time? The report says that the streets are quite clear,” his mother challenged him.

"Honey, it was only 20 minutes. You're going to scare his girlfriend away,” her husband, Jin Itadori, told her. He was like any dad, pretty chill and care free. 

"She is not my girlfriend. She's my coach,” Sukuna clarified, starting to get annoyed.

"But you live together," his mother said.

"You live together?" Choso asked me confused. “Oh no,” I thought. I had barely arrived, and I already wanted to go home. I had a feeling this woman was going to try to embarrass me in any way possible the rest of the evening.

"It is a long story," I said, trying to cut the tension.

"You see, Sukuna kicked his ex's ass. This ex almost raped her in the past, so Sukuna offered her to live with him so she would feel safe,” Yuuji explained the situation.

"Yuuji!" Sukuna and I scolded him.

"I'm just trying to help!" Yuuji defended himself.

I wanted to die. Yuuji just told the whole table my life trauma as if it were the plot of a movie he watched on Netflix. I hid in my hands from shame, praying that the earth would swallow me whole.

"I'll take a smoking break," Choso said before getting up from the table to retreat to the balcony.

"Is it necessary to ask those kinds of questions now?" Sukuna asked his mother, already annoyed.

"You know what I think about concubinage," His mother reproached him, disappointed.

"We're not a couple. We just work together.” Sukuna rolled his eyes.

"Besides, Y/n likes Choso, don’t you?" Yuuji asked me to make his mother stop bugging me with questions about my relationship with her son.

"I need fresh air," I excused myself to get out of there as quickly as possible.

I knew this was a bad idea from the start. I should have said no to Yuuji. I went out to the balcony to breathe deeply and admire the view of the city. I looked at Choso to explain what was happening. I found him smoking on the other side of the balcony, just as he had told us. He looked so elegant and mysterious in front of the pretty city lights. A beautiful contrast between brightness and darkness.

"Long time no see," I greeted him, approaching him.

"Does Sukuna treat you well?" He asked me, ignoring my greeting. It seemed like being straightforward ran in the family.

"I can not complain," I answered honestly. "Sometimes he's a jerk, but you already know that," I joked. He smiled with the cigarette between his lips.

"I know… very well," he said as he blew the smoke into the wind, being careful not to blow the smoke in my face.

"Does it bother you that I live with him?" I asked him worried.

"Of course not, I just didn't expect it," he answered. "Yuuji told me that you're going to quit soon, is that true?" I was happy to see that he was treating me as always.

"That's right, I'm very excited to return to the gym with my team," I explained with a smile.

Choso despite having some similarities with Sukuna, he was so kind in comparison. His voice was sweet, his touch was pleasant, and his words filled me with joy. My heart moved every time he spoke to me. In the end, I realized that I still liked him, and I was very happy that it was that way. He was my ideal man.

"Are you still thinking about calling me when you become the protector again?" He wondered with a thread of hope. My cheeks blushed redder as I listened. I had already forgotten what I had said to him that night at the bar.

"You know it," I answered him with a smile.

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[koisuko]

Reader with an OF, but she never shows her face, been wondering if the cod boys would be interested in participate if both didn't show their face, no one would know their name, basically no one would know who they were

Tw: mdni, fem reader, sexual content, of is only fans

Ft: Alejandro Vargas, Phillip Graves, König, Rodolfo Parra

Alejandro Vargas…

Would join. People know who he is, so even if he were to show his face, I doubt he would be against it.

The added mystery excites him, being obscured for all eyes except yours. He wants to keep the face to the body reserved for you and you only.

Plus, he likes that no one can see the faces you make. Only he can see how beautiful you look, sweat beading on your forehead while you scream his name for the 5th time in a night.

Phillip Graves…

Is indifferent. He’s taken down terrorists, drug lords, you name it, pictures of his naked body for all to see isn’t something that scares him.

He gives me the vibes that he’s a bit cocky of his appearance. So he actually might like the idea of showing it off, with you as his cowgirl, taking him for a ride.

There will be more pictures of him fucked out than you. It’s supposed to be your OF, but he seems to be the star of the show, and the fan favorite.

König…

Isn’t into it. He’s insecure, and not fond of his appearance. He doesn’t mind if you do it though, as long as some part of you is private to him, your face works just fine.

He’s a private man, and secretive too. Even if no face is shown, he still has defining tattoos and distinct scars that someone could recognize. That in itself makes him paranoid.

He will however, have you choking on his cock behind the camera with the lens faced at your naked body, your fingers between your folds. Just out of frame, your eyes are rolled back and wretched gagging sounds bounce off the walls. His raw pink tip slams the back of your throat, grunts and choked moans fill the room. He’ll let out a guttural roar just as he slaps the tip against your tongue, spurting his seed all over your face. The only part of him your fans will ever see, is his cum dripping down your chin.

Rodolfo Parra…

Is too shy for it. If he agrees, you’d definitely have to ease him into it. He’s a bit shy and reserved over his appearance. He wouldn’t say he’s ugly, no, but he doesn’t see himself being a guy everyone would gawk at.

Honestly, he might like it. I think he would enjoy the attention he’d get from comments and subscribes. He’d be happy that so many people want what they can’t have, and feels lucky to have such a beauty by his side.

He’d prefer the pictures where you ride, or missionary, anything to get a good view of where you two merge as one. He also enjoys watching his cock disappear inside you, and a bulge forms on your lower abdomen. His all time favorite though, is when his face is covered by your pussy, sat all the way down. The picture is from your angle, while his face is buried so deep inside your cunt that you worry he is suffocating.

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[faestolemythoughts]

In light of my most recent discovery, made some cute little Sam/Alex/Seb hcs

Of course they’ve always known each other they’ve all grown up in pelican town together, the three (especially Seb) just never clicked as a trio.

-Sam and Alex are the first to warm up to each other through mutual lack of braincells.

-Alex finds Sam trying to do a kickflip one day and something along the lines of “Dude!! I didn’t know you skated!!” Is said. Thus a beautiful dumb friendship blossoms.

-Alex eventually asks Sam how to teach him to skate and Sam all but explodes out of excitement because he has someone to skate with, finally. He’d been trying to get Sebastian to skate for years.

-Honestly Sebastian is a little iffy on the whole Alex hanging around them thing, even if it’s just while Sam skates. Sam notices, and of course has to give him a pep talk.

“Come on, he’s cool. He’s not that bad”

“He’s a jock”

“A cool jock. Those are rare”

-Alex picks up on Seb’s nervousness too, even if it goes unsaid. He makes a point to be nice, maybe even ask where he gets his hair cut because he’s been meaning to change things up a little.

-Sebastian is the one to eventually invite Alex along to one of their band practices, he’s not sure what answer he wants though. Alex agrees. Sam boasts, of course.

“If you like my skating you should see me kill it on a bass.”

Alex would rather die than admit he can’t seem to stay away from the weird little duo.

-Alex sits the wrong way on Sam’s desk chair, legs on either side, watching them play, looking a little bit like an excited little kid. Thinking to himself how the hell are these dorks actually cool.

“Wanna try?” Sebastian inquires. Nodding down at the keyboard under his hands. “Need a smoke anyways”

They all crack up as Alex makes random noises on the synth as Seb smokes out of Sam’s window.

“I think he got a beat there for half a second!”

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hey Chris, how are you? Hope you're doing well

Can't remember if you've ever done something like this, but can I have Alear, Ivy, Chloé and Rosado with an S/O who always cries because they're too pretty?

thanks

(FE: Engage) Alear, Ivy, Chloé, and Rosado's S/O crying because of how pretty they are

This ask was from November WHOOPSIES, but I'm doing well! Just procrastinating on writing as per usual.

Well, this was bound to happen since Alear was a divine being.

She figured this would probably happen among the more Pious members of the Somniel.

But when S/O told Alear that they were crying because she was pretty, as in just regular pretty, she couldn't help but blush.

(Alear) "O-Oh...Um, thank you! But, please don't cry!"

She has no idea how to actually deal with the situation. It both flattered and confused her to no end.

Ivy's mind completely comes to a halt.

She's had all kinds of people compliment her appearance, but never to the point they actually cried.

Her eyes blink rapidly as she sees S/O wipe away a few tears, just to make extra sure she was seeing things correctly.

It also makes her blush wildly, compounding onto the issue of trying to get them to stop crying just by seeing her.

(Ivy) "I see...I appreciate your kind words, but I would ask that you do not shed tears because of me."

Chloé is taken aback for a moment, immediately going to S/O's side.

(Chloé) "S/O, why are you crying, did something happen?!"

When told the reason, she couldn't help but feel a little bad. She was the reason her S/O was shedding tears but...because it was from her beauty?

That honestly sounded something unhinged that Louis would say.

And he kept his eyes closed!

(Chloé) "I'm sorry...I think?"

Rosado thinks something was wrong, drying their tears with a gentle hand.

(Rosado) "Dear, what's going on?"

And after being told the reason:

(Rosado) "Hah...I suppose my beauty is that moving after all...T-That was a joke, right?"

On some level, Rosado could understand. Seeing something so beautiful could move him to tears as well sometimes.

But to be the very thing that someone found so beautiful, well it made his heart skip a beat honestly (and boost his ego).

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