#like it fits his arms and shoulders

[softquietsteadylove]

We all know how buff Gil is build right? So how about Gil goes shopping for himself and Thena decides to go with him and he is struggling to find something fitting? Would be a funny story! You choose in wich AU it’s happening 😂

"Thena, thank fuck you're here!"

Thena laughs as Gil rushes over to her as soon as she steps foot into the department store. He called her at work, which had really freaked her out given they hadn't been back home for too long. And they had been keeping Gil in the flat as much as possible, careful about who might see him out and about if he roamed too freely.

But he likes running errands, like getting groceries and little household supplies. He keeps the flat immaculate and prepares beautiful meals for them, since what else is he supposed to do with his days, she supposes.

"Why are the sizes so complicated?" he frowns at her, holding a few different shirts of the same make in his hands. "I just thought I was stopping by to grab some clothes for around the house. But now I've been here for 45 minutes and I don't know what size I am anymore."

Thena laughs, taking the shirts from him to at least physically alleviate his burden. She flips through them, looking at the tags of each. "Did you really pick up one in every size?"

"Except small," he shrugs, joining her as she walks them back to the men's section.

"Does a medium fit you?" she asks, her eyes just starting to drift over him before she stops herself. That's not a good idea.

"Well, sometimes American sizes will fit me," Gil offers helplessly. "Korean shirts basically always had to be tailored for me."

Thena's eyes flicked down to his arms for just a second. Yes, she could see how that might be a problem for him. "Let's start with a regular old large for now."

Gil sighs, though. "That's the problem, though."

Thena raises her brows.

"Just," he takes the shirts from her hands again and leads her back to the changing room he had abandoned to go wait for her, "come with me."

Thena sets her purse down as she takes a seat outside of the stalls. She can see a mess of other articles of clothing in the room before he closes the door. She wonders if he's really only been here for 45 minutes.

"See?" Gil practically whines, holding his hands out in front of him in a helpless gesture. "They're too tight."

Thena blushes, although she tells herself not to. It's silly, really. She was so used to seeing Gilgamesh in business suits all throughout her time working for him. But just a t-shirt and jeans are working for him.

Gil pouts as she stands to examine the way the seams of the sleeves dig into his biceps. "It's kind of fine otherwise."

Actually, it's already a little looser everywhere else than he would like, she thinks. She tilts her head, "I don't know, Gil."

Gil slumps his shoulders again. "See?--this is exactly why I called you. I don't know what I was thinking trying to come here by myself."

Thena shakes her head; this is exactly the kind of thing that made her develop feelings for him in the first place. This man and his stupid sweetness. "Maybe this just isn't the type of shirt for you. Sometimes different brands will fit different, too."

"Why's it so difficult?" Gil bemoans as she sends him back into the changing room.

"I couldn't tell you, I'm afraid," she laments. She has her own troubles with clothes simply with a female body. "I did a lot of my clothes shopping online in Korea."

That and sometimes things wouldn't quite fit her in the bust, so she had to take up buying dresses and learning to live with a revealing neckline and just wearing a cardigan or sweater over them.

"Maybe I should just do that," Gil mutters as he emerges, all of his finds - and failures - piled up in his arms.

"We'll find you something," she assures him, taking his picks from him and leaving them in the bin to be sorted before returned to the shelves. She slips her hand into the crook of his elbow (just this once, she tells herself).

"What about you, Naekkeo?" he smiles at her.

This isn't the first time he's used some cute little pet name on her like it's nothing--like it's normal for them. She tells herself not to let it get to her every time. "What about me?"

"We're here," Gil states, gesturing to the store around them. "We should shop for stuff for you too."

"I don't need anything," Thena laughs at his eager face.

"But Thena," he pleads, as if he's asking for something for himself instead of trying to convince her to let him take her shopping.

"These might actually be a good choice for you," she muses as she feels the soft material of the thick-knit sweaters and cardigans. They'll stretch to accommodate those arms of his without them having to go two full sizes up from his usual.

"Huh," he notes as he takes one from her, slipping off his jacket and slipping the cardigan on in its place. "What do you think?"

Goddammit, it looks great on him. Despite the very mundane article of clothing, he makes it look borderline salacious with it unbuttoned around him, the sleeves pulled partially up his thick forearms.

Thena bites her tongue; he looks damn sexy, is what she thinks. "It looks nice."

Gil beams at her approval, proudly laying it over his arm as he continues to float next to her. "Maybe I should just be a cardigan guy."

Thena smiles, pawing through a few more stacks of sweaters and knits. "That's quite a shift from your usual attire."

"Well," Gil sneaks a look at her and slides their hands together. "I have to look the part if I'm gonna be a househusband here, right? Soft clothes and aprons and oven mitts?"

Thena just laughs, although she's already getting a little too use to thinking of Gil like that. She tries to tell herself not to, of course. They're not married--they're not together. She's protecting him by moving him here.

But whether they're together or not, his hand tightens around hers, and she lets it, smiling all through the rest of the store.

#Thenamesh Receptionist AU #when they first move to London #a few installments ago now #because I don't understand size conversions either Gil #also #in that clip and gifset of them during Eternals promotions #when Angie is in that beautiful white dress #and Don is in a white t-shirt and blazer to match #first of all the matching outfits I love it #but also #his jacket is visibly too small for him #like the sleeves are too short #but I think it's because of this #like it fits his arms and shoulders #but it would be too big on him if they sized up to account for them #I assume the suit he had on for the Eternals premier was custom fit

[skoulsons]

Thinking about winter and their physical affection and now literally none of these happen under happy circumstances.

#the second theyre together in their little father daughter unit #it’s immediate proximity and being comfortable with each other #and then it all crashes and burns five days after #but like!! enough that she holds the side of his face trying to figure out what to do to save him!!! #how she holds his hand during winter when it’s an especially bad day and she just wants him home!!!! #HOW HE FINDS HER AFTER DAVID AND IS SCARED AND SHES SCARED AND SHE PUSHES AGAINST HIM BECAUSE SHE THINKS HES ONE OF THEM #BUT THEN HE GRABS HER FACE AND HE SAYS HER NAME AND HE SAYS LOOK AT ME AND HIS HANDS ARE SO GENTLE #BUT SHE KEEPS PUSHING BUT THERES THAT FAMILIAR WARMTH AND FEEL AND SO SHE SEES HIM EYE TO EYE FINALLY #AND HE GUIDES HER TO HIS NECK TO THE FUZZY PART OF HIS COAT AND DOESNT LET GO OF HER FACE TIL SHES SAFE AND SECURE #AND HE WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER BACK AND BEHIND HER NECK AND HERS GO OVER HIS SHOULDERS AND BEHIND HIS NECK #AND HOW SHES COMPLETELY ENCAPSULATED IN HIS EMBRACE BECAUSE SHES SO TINY AND FITS THERE SO WELL BECAUSE THEYRE PUZZLE PIECES #EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY #AND HOW HE’LL PULL HER AWAY AND HOLD HER FACE AND TELL HER HE’LL NEVER LEAVE HER AGAIN #the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie

[skunkes]

Im having feelings over my stupid vampire oc

#talkys #my clone who is nothing like me but also everything like me #the wounded aching heart on a leash outside my body #the unwillingness to get attached because once you are attached its over and boy is it over #thinking about how we wouldn't ever get anything done because once talon is attached its nonstop Long Goodbye #the ache over you being gone one day. and well. how could I not also cry about death. he IS my death phobia made vampire #you catch the previously constantly stone faced guy have fits of anguish and clinginess #repeating words and actions so he wont ever forget #howww could you leave his arms when he needs to remember how you feel in them #and that you like my face in your neck but not being bit there #and you like that my body is cold when yours is a furnace. you cant stand having your shoulders grabbed #you hate when wet hair touches your neck and i know where all the moles on your body are #and i know that you like me. and you like me. and you like me #(and the next day he's fighting the urge to cut you and himself up to ribbons for letting/making him feel this way) #(and how getting closer only makes goodbye harder) #(and god - time goes by so fast doesnt it. it goes by so fast.) #(itll hurt then and it hurts now. all it does is hurt) #oc text

[beans-and-shet]

Hugs from behind, aka the ichisaya staple

#tokyo mew mew #ichisaya #ichigo momomiya #masaya aoyama #tmm animators may be afraid of masaya in a sleeveless shirt but I am not #masaya ‘does not skip his shoulder presses’ aoyama #ichigo ‘thirsting hard for those arms’ momomiya #as we all know masaya in particular loves hugging ichigo from behind #she often hugs him from behind as a surprise #he thinks it’s cute and she’s also soft so he loves it #my dumb art #can I just say I love that new gave him defined muscles #masaya is that guy that wears sweaters or loose fitting clothing so when people see him in a tank they’re like wait what the fUCK ARE THOSE

[ronanlynchbf]

hell day today and i'm only two hours into my EIGHT HOUR SHIFT

#9 to 5 by dolly parton starts playing in the background.. #literally had to open up shop alone 2day and also was entirely alone for the first 45 min. of my shift so that was already a negative start #to the day + i heard that i can't have my break later than two thirty which is very bad for me bc 1) there'll be a lot of ppl all around me #when i'm eating which i already dislike and 2) like 85% of ppl taking their break around that time are VERY noisy eaters so even worse and #then 3) it'll be really loud in the room as well bc everyone's talking loudly and eating and the cutlery's clanging against plates and such #and also some ppl have actual full-blown arguments with each other in the break room bc half the ppl here hate each other's guts so more #negatives to the day and then on top of that we've had sooooo many annoying customers already today who r just. intent on making u stressed #out and upset and literally will tell u to your face to 'do your job better' like bro...i can easily tell you haven't worked in retail.... #also someone hung their clothes on the rack outside the fitting rooms which is where u hang ur clothes when you're DONE fitting them & don' #want them bc they don't fit or don't sit right or u just don't rlly like them after all so if clothes are hanging there we the ppl working #there WILL take them and hang them back in their original places what did u expect to happen?? anyway someone hung the clothes they had #tried on already and did want there and i reached out to take them bc like. that's what we do here..we hang the clothes on the 'discard #rack' back in the store bc else the rack gets stuffed and the woman literally grabbed my arm and said 'those are mine what do u think you'r #doing' LIKE?????? GIRL THE RACK'S THERE FOR A REASONNNN ofc i'm going to assume u don't want them anymore if they're hanging there that's #why it's called the DISCARD rack....also how am i to know those specific clothes are yours HONESTLYYYYYY STFU AND GET OFF ME #ALSO some dude was like (to his child but like. looking at me while he said it.) 'this guy needs a haircut doesn't he' bc my hair is kinda #long and apparently i passed today. LIKE 1st of all kind of a rude thing to say to a stranger innit 2nd of all setting a great example to #your child there just casually commenting on other ppl's looks like that👍 3rd of all jokes on you you wouldn't consider me a guy if #you Knew most likely. thanks for that little zing of glee much obliged <3 but also man just piss off will you. 4th of all my hair isn't eve #that long....like the ends of it are just shy of my shoulders wdym LONG if u knew the long-haired guys i know you'd faint. #anyway. great start of the day. i still have six more hours to go 🥴 #ALSO no surprise this always happens but my legs already hurt SOOOOOOOO BADDDDDD :((((((((((( #r.txt

[fredorepetto]

#Yeah #I fucked that bitch. Jesus #she turned crazy right after we did it“ Dewayne replied finally setting his drink down. ”She wanted my jacket that night and got huffy when #she started in about marriage #how many children did I want and how I could work with her daddy on their farm #even live with her parents until we could afford our own place. It was blah #blah #blah until I thought I would kill myself #Dewayne said #and he leaned over closer to Rusty lowering his voice #“but I don't know if it was worth it. I would have been better off just...ya know...jerking off.” #They both laughed easing back into their seats #Dewayne sliding down in his seat with his legs outstretched to the side. #Rusty looked at his friend #the way he found himself doing a lot in recent times #studying his features and feeling an attraction he kept to himself. Dewayne was so naturally dark skinned with dark brown hair and high che #broad shouldered with muscular arms that stretched the too small T-shirts he liked to wear for the way they showed off his body. He worked #played sports and worked at the grain elevator in the seed warehouse. It was back breaking work but it kept him in shape. #Rusty let his eyes scan down Dewayne's body till he was looking at the bulge in his jeans #jeans that fit tight and rode low making the bulge more pronounced. Rusty knew Dewayne had the cock and balls to fill it. He'd seen his fri #in P.E. or him changing in his room when Rusty was there or like last summer down on the lake swimming naked at night when everyone else ha #Dewayne was a couple of months younger but he looked years older than Rusty who was lean to the point of being skinny and being tall accent #not an eighteen-year-old man as he thought of himself. But he knew he was being silly #just feeling sorry for himself #for several of the girls in school constantly flirted with him. He played along #even dated a few times one girl or another but he knew #had for a long time #what he really wanted was a relationship with another boy #someone like himself in some ways and time and time again that person kept manifesting within his mind as Dewayne. #“It would be nice to find someone that liked the same things we do and would have sex” Rusty stated

[yourthirdparent]

call me pretty by elliotly is sooooo it's such a jasico song. it's so themcore. logically speaking it'd be from nico but i am dedicated to making everything about jason so it's from jason's pov.

#i miss my hands on your back grabbing at your shoulder blades for dear life / i'm scared if i close my eyes you won't be there #in the morning / we are perfect‚ will we crack? pressing my thumb on your knuckles for dear life / i'm scared if i close my eyes #i won't be there in the morning / tell me you'll be there #← ????? IS THAT NOT JASICOCORE #that's literally nico being terrified of jason leaving him because he's broken while also being afraid of vanishing into shadow #alternatively (and the one i prefer) jason being scared of nico running off on his own while also being afraid of his imminent death #and hoping nico will at least be there for him when he reaches the underworld #like are you KIDDING me #plus yk #call me pretty‚ not my name / what can i say? you're to blame / your hands‚ your face / wrap me in lace / call me yours‚ i'll call you mine #/ tracing flowers down my spine / make me a god / you're fanged and clawed / am i sunshine in your arms? / hold me to the light #like a pressed rose / call me pretty‚ not my name / they'll forget it all the same / so what's the shame in calling me pretty? #← also pretty themcore. again i am a Jason Enjoyer and a nico being-fine-with-er so i'm making it jason specifically #but it does defo fit nico more. i just don't care #sorry folks i am only interested in nico so far as it concerns my boy. my bad #sorry about all the tags rip #allfatherly guidance

[rczc]

Dimitri.

daddy

ok but it’s the way i spent half of my shift yesterday thinking about him. dude tell me he isn’t the ULTIMATE daddy like mans is the king of fucking body worship im talking kissing every inch of your skin and just breathing in the scent of you is enough to get him rock hard. starts off with having you cum on his tongue and fingers a few times before finally sliding himself inside of you. and he fucking loves missionary, the kind where your legs are crossed behind his waist and his elbows are resting on either side of your head, the both of your lips just barely touching as you exchange pants and moans. he’s so vocal too :,(( constant praise about how well your doing how pretty you are how perfect you are for him how well your little pussy takes him and it never fails … doesn’t stop until he feels your body start to tremble, until the only thing he can hear from your lips are gasps and incoherent whines as the sounds between the two of you get wetter and louder. he likes to cum inside of you, slowly sliding himself in and out to push as much of it into you as possible :,((

#he def cockwarms you after too #falls asleep with you in his arms #your back pressed against his chest and he’s kissing your shoulders as his cock fits snugly inside of you #like it was always meant to be there 🥺🥺🥺 #AHSGSHEHRHEJFGRJEJEUE ABBY I CANT THIS MAN DRIVES ME CRAZY

[per-the-jellicle-magician]

Shout-out to Cats Warsaw costume department for trying so hard to make Alonzo and Michał's Munk look bigger than Kris' Misto, while at the same time trying to make Misto look smaller than them

All that while the 3 actors were the same built and around the same height

And for somehow somewhat succeeding

#my theory as to why warsaw misto wears a vest is to make his shoulders look smaller #i think similar thought may have went into the wig also cuz hey they got smaller guys to play misto and poof #wig is suddenly the narrow style warsaw prefers #and while some other characters wigs changed slightly in colour and shape in the 3 years warsaw was running #only misto got change like that #i don't know the life expectancy of a costume but i would guess that misto's vest was the same the entire time #like they made however many for kris and then just used them for everyone after him #my resoning being it looks identical and they most likely didn't have the budget to remake parts of costumes for 2007 run #only costume they for sure remade was bomba's and probably victor's and it shows #cats was on for only like 3 months and only 4-6 times a week and they were making phantom which cost a lot more tan cats #there's a slight chance they could have been using kris's whole costume sans wig for paweł #i have no proof of that besides it looks absolutely identical and also in some photos seems to be just slightly too big for paweł #chest and arm areas just look slightly baggy #and while the vest seems to fit somewhat snugly on kris' shoulders on paweł it seems to be looser #just loose theories #gotta make more research before i make actual post about it #cats the musical #cats warsaw #munkustrap #alonzo cats #mistoffelees #warsaw guy talks

[foldingfittedsheets]

Every sales job I’ve worked has that one item. The white whale. The biggest ticket you can sell. The sale you brag about when you’re chatting with other industry people.

When I sold mattresses it was a split king adjustable base. That’s two twin extra long mattresses next to each other to make a king, but each side can move independently. They’re insanely expensive and honestly kind’ve impractical but it was the biggest ticket thing to sell.

When I sold sex toys though our white whale was the 20lb ass. It was a female pelvis, a cut out from the waist to the tops of the thighs. It was hyper realistic material and cost about $500. I definitely had bigger tickets but not in one item typically.

In my time at the sex shop, I sold three. Each time was completely different in terms of how the guy acted about buying it. The first man was a little embarrassed and shy about it. I was professional and supportive as I rang it up. Once I handed him the receipt he looked at the box. Then he looked at me.

If you’ve ever wondered how big a box has to be to fit a 20lb ass let me just tell you: it’s pretty damn big. It’s an uncomfortably large armful of box and every side has a picture of the sex toy inside on it. It’s not subtle.

“Could I get a bag….?”

There was no bag that existed that could possibly contain all that ass. “Hang on,” I told him.

I got scissors and tape and covered the box in cut up black bags. Looking relieved he picked up his purchase and left.

The next man to buy one carried it proudly to the counter; self assured and not embarrassed in the least. When I said I didn’t have a bag, but I could wrap it for him he gave a hearty shrug and hefted it into his arms, marching out the door with the butt on full display.

The last man to get one was just kind’ve an odd guy. Not creepy, but eccentric. We got along great, and as I rang him up I said, “Well one guy wanted his taped over, and one guy carried it out. What would you prefer?”

“There’s no bags?”

“No store bags. I think our jumbo trash bags in the back might fit it….?” It seemed rude to suggest putting a $500 item into a trash bag, but he wasn’t bothered.

He considered this then said, “Bring me the trash bag.”

When I delivered it to him he still managed to surprise me. Instead of shoving the huge box into it he opened the box. He took out his new $500 sex toy, and all the little things it came with, tipping them unceremoniously into the trash bag.

“There! Now I don’t have to deal with the box later!”

I was slightly stunned but agreed that I could easily deal with the trash. Then in a move I still think about with delight he flung the trash bag over his shoulder like a Santa with a sack full of ass and sauntered out the door.

If this or my other escapades made you laugh you could pop a tip into my Ko-fi! For more like this check my tag "ffs foibles".

#ffs foibles #funny #story #writing #story time #sex shop #retail #funny story

[painted-bees]

A quick, sloppy little comic about Magritte

(image description under the cut)

[Image Description: It's a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee.

 (First panel): There's only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag's strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: "Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn't- uh..."

 (Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: "wouldn't forget.... Hang on, it's not on it's usual pocket. Haha." The last is a nervous laughter.

 (Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: "It's definitely here-! It's the one thing I never forget 'cus I never take it out of my bag!" Rafael says, firmly: "Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?" The letters are bolded, with the word "back" underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: "Give me some credit, there's no way I'm that stupid." The last three words are underlined for emphasis.

 (Fourth panel):  The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger's side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf.

 (Fifth panel):  Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte.

 (Sixth panel):  The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about." Magritte says: "I can literally feel your disappointment."

 (Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: "Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-" Magritte interrupts: "You'd think I'd be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I'd at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that's not where I was going with this...”

(Eighth panel):  Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It's not like I've got anything more important rattling around in my brain.  But, for some reason, if it's not my music, or like.... food or something, then it's just not a priority. I can't make myself care enough to make it a priority!"

(Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: "I'm an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I'd be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I'd probably forget to even breathe if it weren't for the..."

 (Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:"... why are we parked?" Her noticing this stopped her rant.

(Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: "Margie." Magritte says: "Oh." Magritte's inner thoughts are written around her. "He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don't be a child about this. He's disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-"

 (Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with "I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense."

 (Thirteenth panel):  The perspective switches back to the driver's side profile. Rafael says: "A poor memory isn't synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It's gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it's not the end of the world. We didn't forget things on purpose. So let's take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?" Magritte says: "Okay... c-can we um...."

 (Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they're running down her cheeks.  Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte's back. Magritte says: "Can we get some ice cream on the way back?" Rafael says: "O-of course!" End of description.]

This description was written and provided by Hiwi.

#sketch #comic #Hi-Note #magritte #rafael

[hauntingblue]

Kiku I will avenge you. There will be not a stone unturned. Not a man unharmed. I do not care if kanjuro is dead this is something else. What the fuck.

#kid thats so metal... (heehee) #law sitting like a princess on sanji's shoulder ajdhaksj... babygirlism.... #he has to begrudgingly tend to his wounds in candle light.... another babygirl.... the same as wrapping a jamón ajshaksjj #see when they are alone in the dark after they are done arguing the truth comes out.... #the cloud is called hera..... of course... #zeus depressed akdjsksk go back to nami!!!!! oh nami doesn't want him either ajdhsjsjsj #omg luffy..... luffy!!!!!!! LUFFY GET UP!!!!! there he goes :) #i an with kaido here... did he just disappear.... what. is he falling off. is kaidi saying that bc people will comtinue to fight even if #luffy dies..... he got back up all smiling and shit.... to get kaido one last time.... luffy..... #am i a ham to you..... you are not that appetizing... insane btw..... there is history here.... #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 1033 #how does kaido know about joyboy... wdym you couldn't be joyboy.... KAIDO EXPLAIN #zeus <3 rip in peace.... omg new nami and zeus ad break moment #cant marco get perospero.... like come on he is jusg there flying around #chopper suplex..... just like franky taught him.... #how are they recognizing momo in that doll ajdhakahaja the guy with the hamster arm akdhsks #momo feels luffy's pain omg..... #KID!!!!! YEAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! #episode 1034 #KIKU NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY GIRL!!!!!! #DONT MAKE THAT FACE DONT SAY THAT!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO SHE DISNT HAVE TO DIE SHE ALREADY LOST AN ARM FOR THIS!! ASHURA DIED FOR HER MISTAKE!!!! #THERE IS NO NEED FOR THIS!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! FUKC OFF!!!!!!! KINEMON BEHEAD HIM!!!! SCISSOR STYLE!!!! FUCK HIM!!! #ANOTHER SWORDWOMAN DOWN!!! CAN THEY NEVER WIN!!!! OH FUCKING KAIDO NOW #what a fucking mess.... i hate this.... kiku should live this is not right oh fuck kinemon and his swords #i will defend good placed deaths like laki and wiper but this is not it..... this doesnt fit it doesnt make sense... no.. #episode 1035

[bitten-fruit]

Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."

#bet simon knows how to apologise to you #spoilers it involves his tongue #cod fic #cod smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x reader #call of duty smut

[slytherinslut0]

jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

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[sttoru]

.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. it’s late at night and you try to cuddle with sukuna. keyword; try.

wc. 1.2k

tags. true form!sukuna x female reader. fluff, angst (+comfort). heian era. size difference (readers referred to as small). sukuna’s a bit mean, but he also has a soft spot for you. miscommunication ? it gets solved. reader gets called ‘woman, doll’.

“what are you trying to do?” sukuna sighs. you’re up to something again, he figures. his red eyes follow your body as it crawls up to him on the bed.

you’re both tired after a long day of fulfilling some duties here and there around the estate. all you need is a big beefy man wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm and safe.

the perfect man for that is sukuna. those four arms of his wrapped around your small body feel like heaven.

“it’s called cuddling,” you retort. the sarcastic tone you used triggers a deep sigh from the sorcerer. sukuna holds back the urge to say something sarcastic as well.

he doesn’t utter a single word once you snuggle up to his chest. you’ve taught him how to cuddle during the first time you asked him to hold you. sukuna was awkward with showing any type of affection back then.

. . he still very much is.

“hug, please,” you remind him. the cold-hearted man scoffs, though listens to your polite request. all four of his arms imprison you against his chest, your small body nearly disappearing behind his limbs.

that’s what you like most about those cuddles you share together; how you fit so perfectly in his strong arms. it’s much more comforting than you thought it would be.

a pair of hands rests on your waist, the other pair on your hips. sukuna glances down at you and immediately notices that smile on your lips. even after all this time, he still cannot fathom why you’re so carefree around a monster like him.

and that inability to understand you and your love for him is accompanied by an urge to push you away.

“you got your hug, now get up,” sukuna interrupts the silence. his voice is cold and devoid of emotion—he uses that voice when he talks to other people. not with you, “i have better things to attend to.”

thus, it hurts. when he talks to you like that. like you’re not the person he secretly cherishes most. though, you remind yourself of sukuna’s own words. the ones you heard him say a while ago.

‘love is meaningless’, he said. you remember. and yet you kept hoping that he’d change his mind about that statement. you hoped and eventually saw exactly that: your presence and your affectionate gestures mellowed his heart of steel.

but all that effort seems to go down the drain every time sukuna pushes you away.

you know it’s because he’s unfamiliar with the feelings of love. he may not say it nor show it, but you know that sukuna’s afraid of hurting you. so, he creates a gap between you two every now and then.

you know and yet you’re patient.

“oh, ‘kay,” you nod in understanding. you pull away from his embrace and get up from the bed. your bottom lip trembles.

sukuna is not gullible. he’s anything but oblivious. especially if it’s about how you feel and act. he notices every single change in your mood; whether you mask it or not.

you walk to the sliding doors—ready to open them and step out into the hallway. your eyes are a bit watery, but you quickly blink the tears away and take a deep breath in. you reach for the door.

“come back here, woman.”

sukuna’s booming voice makes you stop. you glance at his form over your shoulder. he’s leaning against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

is he. . . upset?

“why? you said you had better things to attend to.” you answer with a shrug. you try your best to not make it seem like his earlier words had effected you. you turn your head towards the word with a huff, “go on, then.”

sukuna narrows his eyes. he sucks at communicating what he actually desires—what he actually wants. right now that want is for you to stay. even though that completely contradicts his previous words.

the sorcerer doesn’t know what to do. when you’re with him, he pushes you away out of guilt. when you’re away, he wants you back with him.

love is complicated.

“you. . .” sukuna grunts in frustration. all those feelings for you inside of his heart are playing with his rational thoughts. he doesn’t like seeing you upset. he wants the usual you back, “tsk. fine then.”

silence, followed by the creaking of the bed frame. seems like sukuna’s getting up to do whatever ‘business’ he needed to attend. at least, that’s what you thought.

you slide the door open and set a foot outside of the chambers. before the other could follow, you’re suddenly lifted up in the air by a strong pair of hands. your vision turns upside down as your body is effortlessly hoisted onto a shoulder.

“woah!” you gasp and feel the blood go to your head. your eyes are fixed on the back of your lover. you kick your legs in protest, but only get a smack to your ass in response. you whine at that, “put me down!”

“watch it, doll,” sukuna hisses at your fierce demand, a warning to fix your tone. he puts you back down on the soft mattress. he’s surprisingly gentle when he settles you in place—not throwing you on the bed or anything similar, “should’ve listened when i told you the first time.”

your eyes meet sukuna’s and you notice how much they’ve softened. that alone makes the lump in your throat disappear. your love for him isn’t one sided—you’ve always kept that in the back of your mind—yet your thoughts made you overlook the little things he does for you.

his actions speak louder than his words. that’s the kind of man he is.

sukuna’s trying to open up more, though that process is slow. you’re fine with that.

especially when there’s that faint pout on his lips as he stares at you. his eyebrows are still furrowed, his crimson eyes sharp yet warm.

“oh, you want me back in bed this bad?” you tease once you get the opportunity. the man in front of you clicks his tongue and grabs your cheeks with one hand, turning your head up to face him.

sukuna’s eyes are focused on yours. the eye contact is intimidating, but you’re hypnotised. you physically can’t look away. he leans in and bites your lip with his sharp canines, “shut up.”

that raspy whisper alone confirms your assumption. you giggle at his attempt of refuting your point. you’re used to all those intimidating words and actions he pulls to get you to stop your teasing.

those empty threats—it’s becoming rather cute with how hard he tries to deny everything. he fails nearly every time, however.

“come,” sukuna lays back against the pillows after placing a quick and sloppy kiss against your lips. he pulls your body against his and presses your head against his chest, right where his heart is beating, “continue with your.. ‘cuddling’ thing.”

he put your ear right above his heart, because he remembers listening to his heartbeat calms you down. you told him that a while back. sukuna doesn’t understand why you like it, but his fingers massage your scalp either way.

that’s also something that brings you comfort.

you’re surprised by how much he knows about you, but appreciate it anyway. he remembers both the big and small things about you. ‘that’s how he probably shows his love,’ you conclude silently.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna x you #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fluff

[karliiiis]

ok but

being a part of the 141 (+konig) and having to dress up in disguise for a mission in some rich, fancy casino. the boys are waiting on you, talking amongst themselves.

you walk out wearing a slim black dress, low neckline exposing the top of your cleavage. the dress is fitted to your curves and loose at the bottom to hide the pistol strapped around your thigh. you’re looking down, smoothing out your dress, you don’t notice how every head snaps up at the first sound of your heels on the hard floor.

you don’t notice the way ghost straightens up from leaning on the table, arms still crossed and mask hiding the red creeping up to his cheeks. you don’t notice the way konig shifts awkwardly on his feet, blue eyes darting up and down not knowing where to look. you don’t notice the way gaz bites his lip, almost hard enough to break through the soft flesh and draw blood. you hear soap let out an exaggerated breath, a quick “godda-“ before he’s cut off by a smack to the back of the head from price.

you whip your head up at price’s chuckle, seeing soap rubbing the back of his head. “does this look alright? you can’t see my gun, can you?” you ask turning around to show them the back of your thigh where it’s strapped tightly. you miss the way ghost bites his fist, eyes rolling to the back of his head as soap nudges his shoulder giggling like a school boy.

#call of duty #ghost cod #cod #simon ghost riley #konig #john soap mactavish #john price #simon riley x reader #konig x reader #soapghost #soap cod #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick