#MMMMM…. wife

[dawnsthetime]

THE MANAGERR !!!!!!!!!

this is my silly art style,,, I’ve missed it,, anyway silly art for a silly guy (hopefully)

[gnatisverybored]

[basilette1]

Karamatsu is like DO NOT. Yell at my little brother wife.

[immortal-saccharin-swan]

do you miss your son? what about his other Mother? do you wish to reunite with them one day,,,? (heehee you'll never guess who this is >:3 /j) (@childrenofthebeasts)

(hhiiiii xaaayyy)

*For a beat, Eternal Sugar does not answer, her eyes fallen closed in silent sorrow.*

"...Of course...how could I not?..."

"I would give anything to see my little Sweetened Cream again...but..."

*She trails off, her posture shifting to something more closed off as she holds her lyre close to her chest.*

"...Benign Butter...oh my dearest Benign Butter..."

"I fear she'd sooner rather I be imprisoned once more alongside my fellow beasts, than come anywhere near her and our son..."

*Eternal Sugar seems particularly upset by this, holding her lyre almost breaking-ly tight.*

[justcallmevodka]

Hi Moira nation

I don't like this the way I did this morning tbh

[the-kipsabian]

[coquette-corpsie]

bucky barnes is my malewife.

(praying that he doesn't see this. i WILL die if he does.)

[inbabylontheywept]

so. my wife came downstairs just as i took a bite out of the remaining half red onion on the counter. literally within seconds of just getting away with it. i looked at her, and she looked at me, and we both sat there a moment, all frozen, before she said babs, what the fuck. i tried to say i can explain but it came out as or corn explorn because such was the onion in my mouth that there was no room for words. its honestly a miracle that she understood me at all. at least, i'm assuming that she understood me because she did let me get my bearings for a few moments. a smarter man would've used that time to think up a good lie, but instead i just chewed as fast as i could because i knew i was gonna have to tell a whopper and i really wanted to be able to use big words again.

big words are instrumental to telling a whopper.

anyway, i totally ran out of time. i barely got my first swallow of onion in before she said well?, and i did at least have an empty mouth to match my empty head. but also i had no lies. so i looked her dead in the face, opened my mouth and waited, every bit as curious as her, to hear what excuse my mouth was gonna come up with.

im pregnant, said my mouth.

great job, mouth, said my brain.

mmmmm onion, said my mouth.

better you than me, said my wife.

then she went upstairs. it has been two hours she still refuses to kiss me. im devastated. im shook. im crying a little, i think.

(but that might just be the onion.)

[pineconedrop]

Lunar cupcakes<3

Hehehehehehehehehehe

OM NOM NOM

[thxnks4themrms]

My head is empty rn

[purpleqilinwrites]

WE'RE MARRIED?! OMG RYE—

❤

→ EVENT OVERVIEW

prompt: 1 - “are you asking me out?” characters: hoshina soshiro (kn8) x gn!reader contents: fluff, established rs, officer!reader (not specified which dep.), dunno if i should tag this too but reader drinks coffee lol wc ~ 1k (no beta !!)

a/n: @purpleqilinwrites hewwoo kaija my beloved tysm for participating !! my apologies for taking so long to get to your orders but i hope they are to your liking (lmk if there's anything you'd like me to change!) <3 andd here’s your slice two !

piles of rubble and cracked buildings surround him, the kaiju corpses littered around now huddled by a throng of workers from the monster sweeper inc. hoshina barely spares a glance over the dead monsters as he flicks both of his swords in a quick swipe in the air, splashes of blood splattering onto the concrete below as he cleans his blades as efficiently as he could.

grabbing his coat from the vehicle he’d taken to get to his post, he takes a peek over his shoulder when a series of faint footsteps approaches from behind. “vice-captain hoshina! i’m here to report–” kafka starts, but hoshina brushes him off with a wave of his hand. “direct all reports to any of your platoon leaders. i have somewhere else to be.”

with no further clarification, hoshina immediately sets off, leaving behind a jaw-slacked kafka and a confused reno tottering behind him. they throw a simultaneous glance at each other, wordlessly questioning each other about their superior’s behavior.

“and there he goes,” nakanoshima’s voice catches their attention. when she’s asked for the reason, all kafka and reno received is a shrug of her shoulders and a muse of “he’s a man in love. what else do you expect?” as if it’s an explanation enough.

and hoshina is, indeed, a man in love and a man on a mission. one that doesn’t include taking out dangerous beasts, but instead facing all his exhaustion head on just so he could go to you. combat suit still in operation, he makes good use of its power to hop over the buildings to the next, heading straight to that quaint little place he knew where you’d be.

the corner of his lips quirk up when he remembers the text you’d sent him prior to the mission. ‘heard your mission is in xx city. if things go haywire, i’ll be nearby to clock in asap just lmk :)’. always ready to help even when you’re off duty; one of the many things hoshina loved about you. he amusedly shakes his head at the thought.

as the mission retains minimal damage, the surrounding towns are thankfully unaffected by the destruction. the smooth cobblestone path thuds softly underneath his feet when hoshina lands in the alley, glad that your location isn’t that far from his. he pulls on the coat over his form, shoulders flexing from the movement as he rounds the corner.

even from the outside of the shop, he could already smell the roasted beans and sweet pastries. hoshina inhales deep, taking in the delightful scent before he cranes his head here and there, eyes roving over the bustling crowd until his amaranthine hues finally settle on what he’d been searching for.

and much like a heartfelt homecoming, a wholesome reunion, or like how the sand meets the shore, how the sun touches the horizon, how the morning light kisses the sheer curtains, how the coffee swirls in warm frothy milk; the familiarity of it all overwhelms him.

you stand there, all beauty and wonder, stealing hoshina’s breath and rendering him speechless as he stops in his tracks for a moment. before you can draw in a puff of breath, he is already marching towards you, closing the distance with purposeful steps.

“hi,” eyes widening slightly in surprise, you breathe out a small chuckle as you look up at him. hoshina mirrors your smile, soft and affectionate as he digs his hands into the pockets of his uniform. “hi.”

you absently lick your bottom lip, though you do notice the way his gaze flickers down to the action for a split second. taking a few glances around, you wonder if any of his officers might somehow emerge from thin air. “aren’t you supposed to be…” forehead creasing, you shrug lightheartedly, “i don’t know. slaying kaiju or something?”

“the operation just ended, sweetheart.” he beams, and his adorable little fangs make their appearance. your eyebrows raise high at his answer. “... but you’re here.” you state, trying to decipher why he’s standing in front of your very eyes, still in his combat uniform (which has people glancing ever so often) rather than reporting to his captain back at base, or freshening up at home.

“but i’m here,” he parrots, watching in interest at the way your expression unfolds. hoshina’s grin grows at your confusion, so wide and cheery that your hands itch to reach up and pinch his cheeks from endearment. instead, you wring your hands behind your back to fidget on them secretly.

the swordsman notices the lack of a plastic cup in your grasp. he takes a quick look at the coffee shop the two of you had been standing in front of before turning back to you, “ya had lunch yet?”

“nope.” you simply reply.

he shifts on the balls of his feet, directing a thumb towards the shop, “... wanna grab somethin’ together?”

a second of silence goes by. and then a laugh breaks out, bubbling from the very back of your throat as you let the mirth freely flow out of you. “soshiro, are you really asking me out right now?”

hoshina bites down on his own smile and lifts a shoulder, “well, is it working on ya?” you shake your head in response, still coming down from your giggles, “i can’t believe you.”

“you love me anyway,” he tilts his head, violet strands softly swaying from the movement. you let out a contented hum, a hand stretching out to brush his hair away from his eyes.

the afternoon sun gleams down on the two of you, but the heat from your little touch burns brighter than anything hoshina has ever felt. he thrives on it, craves it. his skin tingles where it made contact with yours, and his heart races when the sunlight catches on the metal band surrounding your ring finger.

“i do love you,” you agree with a dreamy sigh. “in fact, i’ll love you even more if you make good on your words and buy me a coffee right now, husband.”

oh don’t he love the sound of that label coming out of your lips. perhaps he should call you his wife more often now…

taglist open. and yes they’re married your honour !!! feels like i’m writing about spiderman!hoshina for a sec there (ᵕ—v—)

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[rnaeborowski]

speaking of things i don't like to eat, i have never had a risotto that i enjoyed and it makes me sad bc the concept of creamy rice just feels like it should be good but it isn't?

[frumdyke]

btw if i ever do like loads of typos or say something incomprehensible its like 90% chance thats dan and phil induced hysteria. im not trying to make sense im trying to. idk. they make me feel insaane and i just repeat myself over and over teehee

[bttrflybb]

serendipity ❤︎ variety.

summary: naruto men and some of their favorite little symbols of love you give them.

wc: 1.3k

feat. gaara, yamato, kakashi

a/n: honestly, this whole thing should be classed as a ramble. sorry if it's a bit funky at times ;; just some ideas i wanted to get out hehe

GAARA

gaara loves it when you push his hair up out or his forehead so you can plant a kiss on the kanji carved there. part of him was worried it’d make you uncomfortable- like you’d be put off by the fact that he put it there himself. not once did you show any adverse reaction to the marking, the story, or the meaning. you always accepted gaara. every part of him.

“missed you.” he hummed into the curve of your neck, holding you from behind. he had just gotten home from a drawn-out council meeting. poor boy, dealing with some of those personalities takes so much out of him. “i missed you too, cutiepie.” you always treat him like such a baby. he didn't hate the nickname, it was just so... lovey. sometimes a bit of a shock to hear. he'll admit it grew on him though. he loves whatever you call him- because it's you. “you hungry? ‘s almost done.” you wiggled, trying to escape his grasp so you could stir the veggie medley you had going on the stove. he relented, steps quieting as he disappeared to shed his vest on a rack and reappeared on the other side of the island counter, pulling out a stool to settle into.

you put extra care into making his plate, loading it with some extra meat and rice. not gonna let him get by without some veggies though. you set both your plates on the counter, shuffling around to sit on gaara’s left. he always waits.

you pull the plates towards the two of you and look to gaara with pride. “smells good,” he hums, snaking an arm around your side to pull you into a kiss, “thank you, lovely.” you beam, cupping his cheek to pull him into one too. one on the cheek, and one on the kanji. “thank me by eating your veggies this time.” you tease.

your focus is back on the food before you can notice the blush crawling up his face.

YAMATO

yamato can’t take it when you’ve got your fingers in his hair. he’s like a puppy, in a way. scritches, pets, brushes, all of it has got him instantly relaxing in your arms.

“morning, pretty lady.” you hear your husband rumble. ah, you’d fallen asleep. eyelashes flutter to find him, settling on his smooth, barely clothed figure above you, ruffling his hair with a towel. “mm. how long have you been home?” you murmur, the smell of eucalyptus and mint hitting your nose.

“not long. wanted to shower before i cuddled up to you,” he states, that sultry smooth voice washing over you. he tosses the towel to the side and is quick to get underneath your blanket. observant, this one is. he’s already got all the lights off, doors locked, showered and clean for you. just how you like it. you’re a sensitive sleeper- and a bit of a neat freak, always chewing him out for getting his “outside clothes” in the bed or under a blanket.

“mm. how was today?” you murmured, voice still coated in sleep. you pulled yourself up a tad and spread your legs, coaxing him to lay his head on your chest. “fine, mostly just surveillance.” his voice vibrates into your chest, “kakashi had us swap places though- he hates paperwork. always wants to make me do it.”

you can hear his pout. he hates it too. everyone does. and there is so much of it. “my poor baby,” you purr, pulling him further into an embrace. one hand caresses circles into his back, the other coming to rake through his hair. immediately, he sighs and the process of turning him to mush begins.

“mhmmm.” “yeah? you’re my poor baby?” “mm, sure.” “are you fallin’ asleep already?” “mmmmm… no.” amid your little scalp massage, your nails scratch with just the smallest bit of extra pressure, warranting a tiny cry. “what was that for?” he fusses. “lyin’ to me.” “mm-mm. not sleepin’- just comfortable. missed my wife.” the sudden intimate confession makes your heart skip a beat. “hehe- i missed you too, sweetheart.” your fingers go back to combing through each damp strand, coming down to scritch his sideburns and the nape of his neck. he’s practically purring.

enough time has passed for you to assume he’s knocked out on top of you, and before sleep makes you their next victim- you curl in slightly to leave a kiss on the top of his head, running your thumb over the patch before you lay back down. before you can- hooded inky eyes look up to you expectantly. needy man. another kiss, this time on the forehead. you think you’re cute, teasing him this way. with a huff he’s lifting himself up, hovering over you to give you a short-lived kiss on the lips before he’s setting himself down, this time nestled on your shoulder.

such a pampered man. you don’t mind it. his neediness was something you came so close to losing. with that thought you can’t help but squeeze him closer, resting your cheek on the top of his head.

KAKASHI HATAKE

kakashi loves it when you offer to shave his face for him. when you waddle into the bathroom to brush your teeth, just to be greeted by his foamy face- the way your eyes widen with aggravation is the funniest thing to him.

“why didn’t you ask me?” you pout, setting yourself up on the counter in front of him with a huff. “thought you were gettin’ ready for bed.” he hums smugly, relinquishing the single-blade razor to you as you grip the underside of his chin. “not goin’ to bed without you. ‘s quicker when i do it for you too.” your annoyance quickly fading and being replaced by concentration. so cute, he thinks, watching your brows furrow and lips slightly part while you focus on the left side of his face.

he’s in bliss, letting you tug his jaw, chin, ear, whatever it may be, to get at every angle. getting bitched at and manhandled by your pretty little self while he gets to squeeze at your hips and butt? a dream come true.

he doesn’t want it to end, heart stuttering at the feeling of you shifting beneath his grasp and the sound of the razor getting folded in on itself and set down. ‘nooooo…’ he quietly whines, reaching out for you and making the most pathetic grabby hands. grown ass man, by the way.

“quit fussing,” you giggle a bit- quit, you’re supposed to be mad at him. you grab a small washcloth from the rack of neatly folded towels, turning back to his smug little face watching your every move. so annoying, you roll your eyes. you love his attention.

you beckon him to lean over after wetting the cloth. you wipe his face with warm water so gently- like he’s gonna break underneath your touch. it’s nice. you’re gentle with him. so so gentle. “looks good.” you hum. “always looks good when you do it.” he hums back. “you’ve not even looked.” “don’t gotta. i know you always do good.” so cheeky. you use the hands you have on his face to turn him to the vanity mirror. “see? jus’ like i said. always looks good.”

it really does. kakashi’s looking at himself like he’s the hottest guy he’s ever seen. honestly, he probably is. little twerp. you won’t admit it, but the praise he mumbles while he admires your work is going right to your head.

after you pat the alcohol into his skin and give him a kiss for enduring it like a ‘big, strong man’ you’d coo in the most demeaning tone, you’re finally able to brush your teeth. kakashi is in heaven this entire time, unable to keep his hands off you and definitely unable to keep his eyes off.

the nighttime routine the two of you share is one of the best parts of kakashi’s day. he makes that fact known when he’s sleeping outside during a mission and wailing over the fact that his face feels dirty or dry. bless his teammates. though, it’s less the actual routine and more you being there with him during it all. taking care of him.

before you know it you’re being scooped up in his arms and lightly tossed into the bed. he’s just so full of feelings- feelings for you. others may not have guessed it (they probably have with how much he whines when he's away from you,) but this man is such a sap.

[missmookie]

dilf clarke kent smut

dilf!clark kent

cw: wife!reader + husband!clark, dirty talk, slight overstim, daddy kink (if that's not your thing please click off or simply overlook it), slight breeding kink, prone boneeee

mdni/nobody under 17 yadayada blah blah or do i can't control what you do and consume + i barely check who interacts with me anyway

clark moves quietly through the hallway, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as he shuts the kids’ door gently behind him. bedtime took longer than usual. something about missing water cups and "but i saw a monster in closet!" (that was actually just the clothes that you had told them to pick up and fold for days balled up in a chair.) and "dad, what's a mortgage?" — and plenty of other things he doesn't fully remember now, not when he steps into the bedroom and sees you like that.

laying across the bed in that short little silk nightdress, back to him. the light from the hallway glowing soft against the curve of your hips and that subtle dip in your spine.

he swallows.

“you tryna kill me?” his voice comes low, hoarse. tired, but touched with something darker now. something pulled taut.

you smile slow, not even looking over your shoulder. “got any more energy for me, or should i go to bed by myself tonight?”

he’s on you in seconds.

you gasp as his weight presses into the bed, and then onto your back. his body covers yours with that lazy strength he always has— like he’s not trying but still manages to take you apart.

“baby…” he murmurs, voice deep in your ear. “you sayin’ that while you look like this? you’re lucky i didn’t fuck you right there in the hallway.”

you wriggle your ass back against him and feel him already getting hard. slow and heavy between your thighs.

“then why don’t you?” you whisper. “you always say you wanna keep me full, right?”

his groan catches in his chest. you feel it rumble against your back. his hand presses into the dip of your spine, holding you in place like you’re fragile. like he’s about to break you.

“stay just like this,” he mutters, flipping up the hem of your dress, baring your soft, plump ass to the cool air. his fingers stroke over your thighs, up between them to your hole, brushing slick.

“fuck, honey,” he says, almost like it hurts. “you’re already soaked. all this for me?”

“always for you, daddy” you whimper.

he doesn’t make you wait. he pulls his leaking cock out of his sweats, giving himself a few slow strokes before pushing in slow— one deep stroke that stretches you wide as your breath hitches and you mush your cheek deeper into the pillow.

"so fuckin' warm," he groan. "golly, this pussy. she missed me, huh?"

his hips roll, deep and slow at first. your breath stutters with every thrust, your legs spreading wider subconsciously. he pushes one hand under your belly, lifts your hips just slightly, and the angle has you sobbing.

“that’s it, baby,” he rasps. “take it. take all of it for me.”

you moan out, drool leaking from the corner of your lips. "mmmmm i'm takin it daddy, 'm takin itt."

his cock drags against your walls so perfectly, the friction turning your brain to mush. he presses his palm between your shoulder blades, anchoring you, keeping you folded down under him as he rocks his hips harder— deeper.

his other hand snakes around your waist, fingers slipping between your legs, rubbing your clit slow and steady. he knows your body all too well by now.

“look at you,” he breathes. “this little dress, that pretty ass — fuck, i come back from tuckin’ the kids in and you’re laid out beggin’ for it.”

you whine into the pillow, thoughts crumbling. "i wasn't begging."

“you are now,” he smirks, dragging his cock all the way out before slamming it back in.

you cry out. your legs shake, as you twist the sheets in your fists.

he leans over you again, chest to your back, mouth pressed to your ear. “c’mon, sweetheart. lemme hear it. tell me how good it feels.”

“feels so good, clark,” you choke out. “so deep, i— i mmm, can’t think daddyy.”

“don’t need to think, baby,” he whispers. “just gotta cum for me, cream all over me sweetheart.”

his thrusts become erratic, the repeated plap-plap-plap! of his hips slapping against your ass echoing around the room, your soaked cunt squeezing him and squelching with every thrust.

“gonna fill you up so good,” he groans. “fuck this pussy full of my cum, just like you wanted. that what you needed, right baby? wanna be full with my babies again, hm?”

“yesyesyesyes, clark, please!” you sob, your voice breaking. "fill up my pussy, i wan' it s'bad!"

he lets out a small moan against the skin of your neck, his cock beginning to twitch inside you. “i got you,” he pants. “cum with me. wanna feel you let go around me when i cum, baby. please.”

you come apart in his hands, legs trembling and back arched. your cunt is milking him in desperate, pulsing waves. he presses his mouth to your shoulder as he cums with a low, broken moan— spilling hot white inside you, grinding it deep with soft thrusts as you both fall apart.

he slumps his weight over you, but not too much. one arm circles your waist as the other readjusts your satin bonnet on your damp forehead.

you sigh, dazed and fucked out.

“still tired?” you mumble.

he laughs, breathless and kisses your shoulder.

“not even a little.”

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