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milkhorns · 11 months
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Thanks For Watching! 🦉💖
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panthermouthh · 1 month
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“How can I move thee? Will no entreaties cause thee to turn a favourable eye upon thy creature, who implores thy goodness and compassion? Believe me, Frankenstein, I was benevolent; my soul glowed with love and humanity; but am I not alone, miserably alone? You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow creatures, who owe me nothing?”
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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months
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Loki 2x01 // 2x02
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reunitedinterlude · 3 months
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phil & linguistics (1, 2, 3, 4)
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addhellandcurse · 8 months
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OH BUGGER
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shittybundaskenyer · 3 months
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stranded enemy soldiers during the first contact war au has me in a chokehold. rest is on ao3 because it's a bit spicy :))
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bugflies00 · 2 years
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hold hands, everyone. one last time.
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foryouthegays · 4 months
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ok @ my european followers theres the stereotype that yall dont travel more than like half an hour away .what if u live far in like .university or college or smthin .do u just not go home for holidays ? whats ur Max Time youd spend on a bus/train to get home? bc im curently on a ten hour bus train combo and ive done this three times already this year (and thats not counting the two times i was driven up here which is 8ish hours)
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noxious-fennec · 4 months
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A redraw of an old thing because exam season is the only time i get creative energy ig
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unluckyprime · 1 year
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GOD YOU GUYS . WHAT AN EPISODE !!!!!
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redhotarsenic · 5 months
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Yay my new friend hobie <33
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gojoed · 1 year
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A HOUSE THAT SMELLS LIKE HOME. | gojo x reader. | 2k words
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He was a hard working man. 
Following the words of the elder people he disliked immensely, and doing their bidding. They had been running him down to the bone even more these past few weeks. Gojo was a person who didn’t like showing his fatigue but it couldn’t help but show itself without his permission.
His usual quick and irritating quips were slowing down, only offering a smile at times. The bags under his eyes had grown increasingly more apparent with each night, barely a few hours of sleep before the sounds of his phone waking him up and demanding him to go to work.
And Gojo has been living off of sweets for the past few days. Not that he normally doesn’t do that but the time saved for lunch with you or his students were cut short as he was yet again sent off. And dinner was no exception. A half eaten plate would become more of an occurrence with him rushing through the door. 
You decided enough was enough when you came home one day. All the lights were off, the structure was silent on the inside just as it was on the outside (you lived in a calm neighborhood close to the school.)
The only light source were the streaks of sunlight peeking through the slits of the curtains, most of them closed; some of them were left open to let the house get air. And one of those streaks of light seemed to land on a head of white hair. 
Gojo was sleeping, if you could really call it that. His whole body took up the entire couch, with a blanket roughly thrown on himself. His work jacket was left laying on the floor, he must have gotten home not too long ago then.
His snores were clear and loud, he only ever did when he really was tired. Getting closer to him and leaving your things behind at the door, you could now see that not only was he snoring but also drooling onto the cushions. Poor thing was exhausted.
You ran a single finger across his forehead, lightly removing his hair from his face and tucking it as best you could behind his ear. You let another finger join the other, running them along his jawline to down his neck. He didn’t stir from his sleep. Gojo never settled as a light or deep sleeper. At night it varied, where one night a single creak could make his eyes snap open or where even the loudest of shouts couldn’t wake him up.
And the tired Gojo Satoru that was left at your kind mercy was deep in sleep, off in dreamland. You worried for him, not that a curse could leave him for dead but that his own disregard for his own wellbeing could end up killing him. He always put others before himself, taking care of his own; even if to others it didn’t seem like that. 
And that worry only peaks when you hear a soft buzz on the floor.
Thankfully it wasn’t enough to wake him up, so you quietly took his phone out of his jacket without stopping your fingers from playing with the ends of his hair.
It was one of the higher ups again, practically demanding that Satoru had another job to do.
Anger rose up in your body, but you didn’t let it control you. Only sending a message reading ‘He won’t be taking it’, you shut his phone off. Was it a little harsh? Just a bit. But they deserved it, Gojo was not a machine. 
He was a human, with needs and wants, just like any other person.
Standing up, you fixed the blanket that was roughly covering him up and went to change. You thought about waking him up to take a bath, but he needed sleep. 
So you took a loose shirt of his and a pair of sweatpants and set it over to where he was sleeping. He was still drooling, still snoring, only having shifted a little. Good. 
Next was food. Gojo had been living off of unhealthy food for some time now, so something soft could help settle his stomach from the contrast of street food and an uncanny amount of sweets. White curry, which was a favorite of his ever since he went to Hokkaido and tried it, seemed to fit for tonight.
Chicken katsu would be accompanying the curry, since he needed the protein. 
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Roughly an hour into cooking you felt long arms circle around your torso and tighten. It nearly gave you a heart attack, the arms pulling you slightly away from the stove where you held chopsticks and chicken was cooking on the heated pan.
“Shit Satoru, give me a warning next time.”
“Potty mouth.”
His head was resting on top of yours. He was taller than most people, so his neck was slightly arching downwards. No doubt giving him a bit of pain, but it seemed he paid no mind to it.
“Whatcha cookin’, honey?” 
You hummed, “Chicken katsu right now, we’re eating white curry tonight.” 
It was Satoru’s turn to hum, burying his face now into the nape of your neck, giving it small nips. You leaned backwards, bumping into him as if to say ‘quit it’. He knows you didn’t mean it harshly, so Satoru only hummed again and faced towards the food on the stove.
“It smells good.”
“Yeah?” 
“Definitely, yeah.”
You both stood there, silently appreciating each other as it had been some time since you’ve spent time like this. Satoru ends up softly swaying the two of you side to side, playfully pinching at your skin that his hands could reach. 
“Yknow, it felt nice to wake up to the smell of your cooking.”
That comment made your smile falter just a little bit. Knowing his past, you knew he had grown up with barren walls and very little happiness. The clan where he had gotten his name did not treat him with love. The only smell of food he would ever get was the food that was delivered to his room. No one to eat with, no one but the four white walls that enclosed his room. 
But with you, Gojo had learned things. He learned that dinner was not a time of silence, but a time of noise. The clinking of tableware, the sounds of voices conversing. And the feeling of contentment hanging and infecting the air. To him, a house that smelled like home was one where he could find you cooking.
Taking a deep breath in you calmed yourself and told Satoru to go take a bath,
“But I'm hungry.”
“The rice is still cooking ‘toru, so go take a bath in the meantime, ok?”
“But what if I don't want to take a bath?”
“Satoru, you stink.” The tone of your voice being playful.
“I do not! I smell great, for your information.”
And he did, even with the days of only showering quickly and hastingly going to bed he still smelled good. Like rain water, and something deep that just smelled like him. But if fatigue had a smell, you would say it was lingering on his body.
“Doesn’t matter stinky, now go bathe.”
He whined, but reluctantly began pulling away from the heat your bodies created.
“Promise you won’t forget about me?”
“It's hard to forget you, Satoru.”
“I’m going away to bathe, all alone, it’s scary when I'm all alone.”
“Want a kiss to stay safe then?”
That made him smile ear to ear, taking your chin and letting his lips clash softly with yours. Satoru kissed gently, he kissed roughly, and he kissed as if he was putting his whole heart and soul into it. And he did. Everything he did to you and with you was everything to him. 
Giving your side a hard but playful pinch, he left you with a sore spot and went over to the bathroom to bathe (taking the clean clothes you left near him). 
By the time Satoru has returned, food had already been plated and set onto the table. A sight he would never grow tired of seeing. He happily slid over to where you were standing, leaning on the counter checking your phone. 
He reattached himself to your previous position, draping himself all over you and practically shielding you from everything else that wasn’t him.
“I’m back, did you miss me?”
“Terribly so.”
Satoru grunted and pulled you with him over to the table. Fighting against the monstrosity of a man would prove useless, you learned that out the hard way multiple times before. He let you go to be able to sit down, taking his own seat that was next to you. Why should I sit so far away from you, it’s better this way! Was his argument some time ago when Satoru said he wanted to eat next to you. 
His hair was slightly wet, you could tell by the water droplets that had caught themselves into his shirt. The collar being dotted with dark spots from his bangs. You decided to say nothing, as the sight of Gojo Satoru grabbing onto his chopsticks and anxiously digging into his food was something that could leave you content for days. But your growing hunger made your stomach make noise, so you followed after him.
“Mmm, I love the way you make this curry.”
“And after only looking at the recipe once.”
“Show off.”
“But you still love it.”
“Of course I do! White curry is way better than regular curry.”
“That’s only because you have an unhealthy affection towards dairy, ‘toru.”
“Hokkaido milk is amazing, are you- perhaps jealous?”
“Satoru, I’d have to be pretty weird to be jealous of dairy.”
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The rest of dinner was eaten the way Satoru liked it, with you. 
Dishes had taken a little longer to wash, as a water fight ensued, with a plate almost breaking but being cleverly rescued by Satoru’s infinity. You had tasked him with cleaning up the spilled water on the floor while you dried the newly washed dishes and put them away. My new name should be Cinderella now, so cruel to me, my own spouse, he pouted. 
Well that was Gojo Satoru for you.
By the time the kitchen was cleaned, night had already fallen. No more sunlight peeked through the curtains, only faint moonlight and streetlights. Lights within the house had been turned on as well; a warm glow that emitted from them. 
And now, the both of you were in your living room, Satoru laying his whole body on top of you like a sheet. His head resting on your sternum while he faced the tv. You had placed the blanket he was using earlier to cover now the two of you. The tv was playing a movie, but only a few minutes in, not even twenty: you could feel Satoru’s breathing start to get even deeper.
You nudged him lightly, feeling a little bad about it when he jumped a bit and made his chin now rest on your chest to look at you.
“You wanna move to the bed now, sleepyhead?”
Satoru didn’t respond until after he yawned, complaining after you said he needed to brush his teeth.
“No, I don't want to. I’m comfortable here.”
“You sure, it’s bigger than the couch, baby.”
He hummed, moving his hand that tucked under him like a cat would and poked your cheek.
“I’m more than happy to sleep here, if it’s with you.”
Raising your own hand, you cupped his face. The face of the man you fell in love with, the man who bore himself to you.
“Ok, just don’t complain when you have back pain.”
“Dummy you ruined the moment.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Go to sleep, Satoru”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
He was a hard working man. But the best payment he could ever receive, was to be able to come back home to you.
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astrum99 · 2 months
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Surprisingly, human beings are the only creatures that looked into themselves. Movement of a blade sharpened to max, lightning fast, no hesitation. Peeling back skin and draining sinus. Bodies (alive, young), huddled around bodies (dead, damaged), to examine and poke and tear and say “I see, that one is the Inferior Vena Cava”. These abominable actions saves lives. Curiosity and morbidity guided a way of survival, of rescue. Later, the same sentiments, mixed with desperation, guided a way to destruction.
Bearing the remnants of humans, their organs pulsating in its body. A machine. A child of man.
Angels, on the other hand, are made perfect. Healthy body, strong will, and filled with holy light right off the bat. Vicious in battles. No need for learning, little need for healing. The smoothness and perfection of their skin akin to marble and sea glass. All creations pale in their presence. Nothing beats perfection. Certainly not creatures of cold unfeeling metal. Lightless, soulless, running on a fixed program of 0’s and 1’s set by the expired words of self-destroying, world-destroying, rotten images of God. Heretic. Even in their perishment, they set to ruin. Systems that they themselves can no longer escape from. Samsara of endless pain and death.
It is a wonder then, that when the machine finally tear through Gabriel’s helm, he become faintly aware of the things hidden deep inside. The ugly, raw things inside. The things he must have known but were never brave enough to face: the same pulsing gore that pushes through the gaps of his skin is the same as the one in the mankind’s bodies; the wires that prods through the throbbing organs is the same as that runs through the chassis of the machine. His body echos the lesser beings. For a second, he could not distinguish himself from man nor machine. How ridiculous, he thought, it thought. To be of this state. To see his/its image in his/its body. To have his/its strings/wires cut so late. The taste of spectacular freedom at the last millisecond of his/its life.
As the last drop of holy light seeps through his helm to stain the machine’s optics, he recognizes himself as heaven’s machine, and the machine as mankind’s angel. And now they are the same.
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Insp is this post by @sinew-lattice!
thank u for infesting me w brain worms i enjoyed hosting the wiggly thing very much (also pls let me know if u don't like ppl writing/tagging i can always take stuff down:] )
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napofamoon · 4 months
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Hi moonie 😋😋, for the ask game
Soobin + praise kink (receiving)
Lol, I'm just the most vanilla person in the world, I'm sorry
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warning: !!smut mdni!!, not sure if you meant soobie rec or reader rec so i did both!, praise, cunnilingus + blowjob
soobin recieving
-> i-i'm a good boy? he pouts, looking up at you from under your pussy with big eyes. his lips form into his signature pout,, so so happy to have made you proud. i'm a good boy... he smiles wide before diving in for more~
soobin giving
-> such a pretty baby sucking my cock like this.. soobin groans, throwing his head back while guiding your mouth onto his hard erection even further. your mouth is so so hot.. tongue so needy.. you're such a good girl for letting me use you like this
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vellichorom · 11 months
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surprise hug! breaks your fucking
( ft @blackkatdraws, who i saw in my notifs & had to jump at 💛 )
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txtistheloml · 4 months
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old love - choi . sb
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pairing! - hubby!soobin x fem!reader
genre! - soft smut. mdni.
word count! - 860 (not including the lyrics at the start)
warnings! - not proofread, soft sex eeee, they drink alcohol, soobin is emotional, he cries but its nothing bad, mentions of wanting to have children, mentions of not taking birth control pills if it matters, unprotected sex, just lovey dovey stuff :(
sypnosis! - when your hubby feels so overwhelmed by the love he feels towards you, he can't help but let the tears in his eyes pour out as he proclaims his love for you, promising you his eternal love and care.
partly inspired by 'old love' - yuji, putri dahlia
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you are the one, the one that i want
the one that will stay by my side 'till im gone
the love of my life and i'll sacrifice
just for the moment we last long forever
like it's the old love
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"n/n... feels so g-good..." soobin moans into your shoulder, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you with slow, deep thrusts, "m'gonna fill you up with m-my babies, fill you up with a-all my love." you don't return soobin a proper reply, so caught up in the moment and the way he made you feel so good.
it all started when you and soobin decided to open a bottle of red wine, just wanting to drink and wind down with each other after a long week. it was filled with teases and contagious laughter as the two of you joked around, giggles intensifying with the more you drank. you and soobin have been married for 6 years already, having been together for ever a decade if you count the years you've dated. yet the love you had for each other was undying and people could easily mistake the two of you as a newlywed couple! despite being married for so many years, you guys didn't have any children yet, still wanting to live your life together as two for a while longer. it wasn't that you two didn't want to have children, both of you absolutely adored children and often dream about starting your own little family, but neither one of you thought you were ready for them just yet.
during one of your giggle fits, you absent-mindedly threw both arms around his neck, scooching closer to him as you asked, "soobin, what do you think about having our own children? if we do end up having children, i'd hope they look like a copy of you hehe. my hubby's so good looking, i especially hope they'll have your adorable dimples and smile!" you flashed him a grin, a rosy shade of red tints your face and ears from the alcohol, waiting upon his reply.
"really? a-are you being serious y/n? you really want to start a family with me?" the questions tumbled out of his mouth faster than he could process, resulting in you pressing a kiss to his lips, a giggle escaping you soon after, "yes, of course silly goose. i wouldn't have married you if i didn't want to have your children." booping your nose against his with a soft smile after you finished speaking, eyes filled with love and adoration for your giant silly hubby.
things escalate rather quickly, from soft loving kisses to hushed needy whimpers into each other's mouth. when soobin was busy suckling onto your boobs, you pull him up, meeting his dazed eyes as his tongue doesn't leave your nipple, still lapping and circling it, you giggle into his ear, "i haven't been taking my pills for the past two days." that little push was all it took before soobin was chanting that he wants to have babies with you like a mantra, leading to the present where you are pressed under his big frame, completely caged in by him.
soobin makes love to you, slow and deep thrusts but yet rough at the same time. your mind was going blank from the pleasure you received, moans inviting themselves out of your lips. not long after, both you and soobin reaches your highs and stills on the bed, basking in the fuzzy feeling of afterglow.
then suddenly, you hear soft sniffling and feel droplets of liquid dripping onto your shoulder, coming from your sweet hubby. a wave of panic rises within you when you hear his sniffling and it brings you out of your trance inmediately.
"hey soobin? what's wrong baby? are you crying? is everything okay?" you voice out, trying to get him to talk to you. "i-i just love you so much y/n," he states as he lifts his head up to look at you, eyes brimming with tears while still sniffling and sobs choking up in his throat.
"it feels like it's too much, i just love you so much and i c-can't handle it... i love you so so much y/n, you'll stay with me forever right? i promise i'll love you forever and i'll take care of you all my life even if it isn't easy and-and i want us to grow old together and have children and open a cafe together like we said we would and-" his nervous rambling cut short as you give him a peck, tears that had gathered in your eyes threatening to spill over after listening to his words, your laughter sounds the room filled to the brim with love and endearment.
soobin looks almost stunned at your action like as if you've never kissed him before, "i love you too binnie, so so much i can't express it in words."
no matter how long you and soobin have been together, it's like you were always in the honeymoon phase, love ever always so sweet, and soobin still rambles on and on about certain things thinking you would leave him if he doesn't make enough valid points to keep you.
safe to say, the love that you and soobin shared was disgustingly sweet, but it made people believe in old, eternal love all over again.
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a/n! - this is a scheduled post since i might be busy on 5dec. soobie my prince, happy birthday! im kinda soobin in this story because i can go on and on about everything i love so much about soobin from his looks, his personality, his mannerisms, the way he talks, the way he eats, the way he smiles, and ofc his beautiful heart. i hope you will always stay healthy and happy, eat lots and play lots! i love u so so much i could cry. the love i feel for him is really so overwhelming. have a happy birthday my prince! i love u n will always be here no matter what <3 👑💗
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