#tadbits

[prisma-palace]

something something non human traits and ways of showing affection but Eclipse addition. mind preens hearts wings and heart polishes minds metal. a twitch of feathers is responded to with the flicker of eye lights. a kiss followed by whirring fans and a bird-like trill. you get me

[andyxcds]

i think my rosekiller infatuation stems directly from my need to cry for hours on end because of a toxic relationship that shouldn't be toxic, and it can't be mine.

[starheirxero]

soooo i may have studied on how to draw centiclipse and L-R on microsoft paint

in no way my best work btw^ i just used basic shapes for the most part lmao

just figuring out how to draw them but i feel like you'd wanna see my notes+drawings

used your art as refs for centi btw, i hope its ok!!!!

OUHGGGG!!! HELLO I LOVE THIS....

I am both delighted by ur notes from studying my boy + I am absorbing the other notes for L-R INTENSELY !!! His design is soso cool I love it so much.... i am committing him to memory. for normal reasons. 😁

BC I'M UNWLL THO I'd love 2 clarify that,

1) the curvy lines on the side are meant to be light from the star spilling out!! Like how my Lunara design has half of their face blown off in an array of light, except for him I made it ray-shaped bc it's cool LOL.

2) the fluff is fluff, I just draw it spikey because when I was first drawing him, I was doing the whole,, shapes theory thing. so everything, fluff included, was drawn real sharp LOL

and 3) he does technically have a neck! but unfortunately necks are not a part of my art style so that will have to be a part of everyone's imagination /silly

[tsukiyo-7]

Every time I open tiktok (I now have it against my will because my friend lamented not being able to send me memes) and see these people using the AI filter to turn into "Arcane characters" (the rendering is not even close to the Arcane style btw) I immediately think that you lot don't deserve good things. You watched a whole ass show that is basically the best the current animation industry can offer, art created with incredible skill by incredible humans and thought to yourself "yeah what if we threw AI into the mix for funzies". You saw that and still think AI can compare? You think it's harmless because it's "just a filter", innit? And yes I'm lecturing you because even my 50y.o. mother who sends Good Morning pictures in the group chat, has absolutely no socials and her top internet activity is looking for crochet schemes knows wtf AI is and how it can be damaging. Y'all chronically online people don't deserve grace at this point.

[yndlings]

HE'S PART DANISH?

[caramelkoo]

behind your touch (18+)

jungkook x reader

genre : married couple, simp husband!Jungkook

summary : two introverts explore the sexier and much more hotter side of their relationship.

warnings : lots of smut and fluff, dual pov, Jungkook is a wild one and he's also a simp, they're adorable, oc is a tadbit nervous, they're newly married and so in love with eo, breeding kink, unprotected sex (please be safe), Oral (giving and receiving), Jungkook is dominant, hair pulling, spanking, he loves her ass, masturbating together. let me know if i missed something.

a/n : i have no idea which freaky monster was sitting on my shoulders when i wrote this. enjoy and if you're ovulating, goodluck. kisses <33

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your pov

"One more, honey. Just give me one more"

Your husband's fingers pump into you as you tweak your nipples between your forefinger and thumb. The pleasure is so intense and burning, you almost see stars. Jungkook is on his stomach between your legs wide apart, his left hand is grabbing your left tit while his three fingers thrust into your wet pussy, thumb rubbing your clit. His face is hovering above yours and he nibbles on your ear.

"I- oh my god, Jungkook I can't" you whimper as you try to control your ragged breathing. He has your body totally at his mercy and you know he's not going to stop until he makes you come for the third time. You don't even know how he pulled one out of you the second time.

"I know you can. Let me see that beautiful pussy clench. Just like that."

His finger go even deeper inside you. He twists his forefinger in such a way, you almost scream before slapping your hand over your mouth but Jungkook takes a hold of your hand, removing it from your mouth.

he warns, "Don't you dare muffle your screams or else I'm gonna spank that perfect ass until it's red and hot"

That does it, your hands rapidly grab the taut silk bedsheet, pulling and undoing it as you arch your back. Sweat beads cover your forehead as you let out a scream before coming harder than ever before.

"FUCK" you pant.

Jungkook takes out his fingers before sucking them off. You look at him with lust in your eyes and sigh. When he's done he holds you close to him as you tuck your face into his neck. Patient as you come down, running his hands over your arms, breasts and ass.

"That's my girl, you did so good" he kisses your forehead.

While you feel like you've ran a marathon, his facial expression holds nothing but pride and affection.

"God, I wish you could see yourself from my eyes right now. A fucking sight"

You chuckle, "You're crazy"

Placing a chaste kiss on your cheek he eyes find you again, "How are you feeling, wife?"

Your cheeks instantly turn a deep shade of pink. It's been twenty days since you both have been married, promised to love each other till the day you die. However, you've still not gotten used to him calling you his wife and it appears he loves your flustered face given that he calls you that every chance he gets.

You ignore his snarky chuckle and reply, "Perfect. How are you feeling, husband?

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Jungkook nuzzles his face in your neck and squeals. His golden retriever personality has always been your favorite.

"I love hearing you call me that. Is this how you feel when i call you wife?"

Indeed you do but no way you're gonna tell him that. His ego has gone big enough for the day. You push him down by his shoulders and lower yourself down to his thick length. He's still wearing his black boxers but earlier somewhere in the process he's gotten rid of his shirt.

Grabbing the waistband of his boxers, you push them down and let his thick length spring free. Your mouth immediately waters seeing his tip red and angry, begging for attention. A drop of cum has formed on top of it.

"Honey, you don't have to do this" he assures pushing up from his elbows to look at you.

"I want to" you say taking him in your mouth as his grunt follows after.

"Fuck yeah, just like that. You're so good at this, baby. So so good" his head thumps back on the pillow. His stomach muscles are clenching hard resulting his abs to look more defined. You run your hands over them. His breathing picks up when you take him deeper and when you cup his balls, his hands grab a handful of your brown locks.

"_____, baby I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that" his hips come up pushing his cock to the back of your throat. He thrusts once, twice, thrice. The room is filled with wet noises and both of your moans. You've never heard of anything more beautiful. You've never seen anyone more beautiful than your husband.

"W-Want me to come in your mouth?" he asks as you nod frantically.

And he does. Another moans slips out of him as he grips your hair a bit tighter while also making sure not to hurt you. Your throat gets filled with his load.

"Swallow it, wife"

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Peace. If someone were to ask how your relationship is with Jungkook, you'd use the word peaceful. Love has all sort of forms and in your life where you are surrounded by so many people who love you, their love however, is slightly different yet equally precious.

For instance, there's passionate love then there's motherly love, bubbly love of a friend and nurturing love of a grandparent. When it comes to your husband, it's peaceful and calm. Your introvert personality had let people in the past assume the worst of you. The enormity of the fact that people think introverts are stand offish or impolite is beyond you.

It wasn't the case with Jungkook, though. Since you're both introverts it's never too quiet or too loud for you. A cup of coffee while you're sitting on his lap watching the sunset, taking a hot bath together where you both are not saying a word and letting silence wash over you, you reading your book while he plays his video game.

These moments might seem boring and mundane to a third party but for both of you, who feel like themselves in silence, they're more than just moments.

But that's not to say that there's no spark. That factor has certainly never been a matter of concern. Just like right now as you check yourself out in the bathroom mirror, your body has never looked this stunning. You're wearing a red lingerie which hugs your pear shaped body like a dream.

However, you can't seem to stop the fleeting feeling of nervousness creeping up in your stomach, twisting it into knots. This is new for you. Even in your past relationships you have never explored this much. It's only Jungkook's ability to make you comfortable in your body that has led you to this point. So, you take a deep breath and call out for him.

"Babe!!!"

"Yeah?" before you left him to execute your sexy little surprise, he was talking to his best friend, Jimin. It appears he's done talking.

Adjusting the bra strap, you yell again, "Can you close your eyes for me, please?"

"Why?" he's got to be kidding.

"JUST DO IT!!"

"Alright, alright woman"

You walk towards the door and twist the knob oh so slowly. You open the door slightly ajar and see him sitting on the corner of the bed and then only you walk out.

Standing four steps before him you speak, "Okay you can open them"

"That's what she said"

You huff out a laugh but quickly recover.

"Jeon Jungkook"

"Shit, you full named me? This must be serio-" his words come to a halt when his gaze falls on you.

A nervous smile breaks out of your full lips as you wait for him to continue. When he doesn't say anything you start to wonder if you overdid it but he doesn't give you much time to think further because the next thing you know is he's pushing you against the bedroom wall, lips colliding with yours.

You moan as your lips move together with him sucking your bottom one between his. It's sloppy, it's filled with saliva but you wouldn't have it any other way. Tonight, you want the sloppy and wet.

His mouth is soft and eager. One thing about kissing Jungkook is that it's never the same. It's different every fucking time and it only gets better. His tongue pushes in between your lips before you part them and allow it to slide against your own.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, "Jesus Christ,____. You're trying to kill me, baby"

"Do you like it?" you chuckle.

"Like it? You have no idea how many times I've gotten off to this visual. You look like a fucking goddess and you could ask for anything right now, I'd give it to you"

He shakes his head right to left like he still can't comprehend the sight in front of him. So you decide to help him.

"Fuck me"

"What?"

"I need you to fuck me, Jungkook." you ask him in a stern voice.

From the way he looks at you, it seems like he can't wait another second to get his mouth on you. Taking a step back, he looks at you up and down as if taking his fill. The moment the next words leave his mouth, you shiver.

"Strip"

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Jungkook's pov

"Strip"

The red lingerie pushes his wife's tits up as Jungkook is holds onto this slender thread of restraint, scared that if this gets any hotter, it'll snap. Her skin is so smooth and her lips are swollen from the rather burning kiss they shared earlier. The bulge in his sweatpants must be visible but he's not embarrassed about it.

A man can only handle so much. He looks at ______ with a fire and yearning that runs so deep he feels like it'll consume him whole. He wonders what made tonight worth it? is it the lingerie? is it the fact that they're newly married? is it the honeymoon?

No, It's because of the woman standing before him. It's because of the fact that he is the luckiest man alive on the planet to not only have a woman so sexy as his wife but also someone who is an outstanding daughter, a responsible sister and a human worth living for.

People talk about dying for their loved ones but what about living for them? What about living with them? When he was standing at the alter with ______ standing in front of him just like now he had made a promise to himself that he will live for her everyday. He will make every single day worth it for her so that she will choose him again as her husband in her next life.

The red fabric of cloth falls down with a subtle thump on the ground and his eyes travel all over _____ body. Her slender legs, a dark mole just above her left knee, stretch marks looking like lightening travelling from her navel down to her knees, the curve of her waist he has always loved to hold and kiss, her tits with perky nipples begging for attention and then finally her face.

"Come here and lie down on the bed" she does as he says.

When she gets comfortable enough and looks at him he asks her to spread her legs.

"Show me that pretty pussy, sweetheart" she spreads her legs slowly as if teasing him. He sucks in a deep breath before slipping out of his sweatpants and letting his cock spring free. It slaps against his stomach and he gives it a pump.

"I'm going to fuck you real nice but before that I want to watch. Don't worry though, I'll let you watch too" his voice is as husky as ever.

He walks back to the chair in the corner of the room and sits himself down. His wife looks at him with so much innocence and wonder, for a second he considers changing his mind and snuggle her to sleep but then again, she asked for it so she'll get it.

"Slip one finger inside, baby. Make sure to do it slowly, I want you to feel it well. Soak in the feeling"

"Jungkook, I'm not sure-"

"Hey, I'm right here, my love. I'm in this with you but reconsider it and if you're still not sure, we'll stop" he gently assures her, respecting her boundaries.

______ thinks for a while before taking a deep breath and nodding. Her hand slowly travels down to her stomach and finally to her wet cunt.

"Perfect, now rub your clit slowly and then slide a finger inside" she follows his commands as she lets out a light moan, her head tipping back in pleasure. It's just the beginning.

Jungkook's hands work up and down his length as he seeks his own pleasure but he's not sure how long he can last with the look on his wife's face. It's the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. She's his strength but fuck if she doesn't make him weak in the knees. Both of their moans fill the room with several "fuck" and "oh my god" following right after.

As _____ slides her finger inside and pumps it, he also fastens the pace of his pumping.

"Two more in, baby. Give it everything I know you're close" he manages to speak in a low voice.

"Jungkook, it's too much ahhh" she whines as she arches her back off the bed and he can see her pussy going moist and swollen indicating she's almost there. His hands pump as fast working his veiny cock between his tattooed hands and as soon as his wife lets out another loud moan, his orgasm follows making him throw his head back as he comes down from the high.

When he finally gets a hold of himself, he catches a look at her. She's breathing rapidly and caressing her stomach. Walking up to her he kneels down facing her sex and puts his mouth on it, sucking loudly.

"JUNGKOOK-"

Jungkook's eyes look up to her as he slides his tongue up and then down her pussy cleaning her off as she grabs his hair in response and yanks him up. He obliges and hovers over her before taking the same fingers that were inside her as he pushes them against her lips. She opens those kissable lips and tastes herself.

"Do you understand how divine you taste now?"

_____ hums as her lips release the finger with a loud pop. His eyes trace her face lovingly. _____ has exactly ten moles on her face and his favorite is the one on her upper lip. It's meant to be kissed just like the other ones.

"You're staring"

"I like looking at you. You're the loveliest person ever, do you know that? How did I even get so lucky?"

_____ grins and it's the only thing he ever wants to see on her face.

"Tell me how you want my cock wife and I'll give it to you" His eyes are glue to her face. He could look at her all day and not get bored.

"I- I want it from behind if that's okay" there is a hint of hesitation in her voice and he doesn't like it. But that's okay because he plans on making her as comfortable as possible tonight.

When he turns her on her stomach and guides her ass upwards, her face down on the mattress, she gasps but doesn't object.

"Are you okay with me spanking this ass, honey? Want me to tell you how bad I want you?" she whimpers.

"Yes, please"

"That's a good fucking girl" his doesn't wait a second longer before giving a slap on the globe of her ass, only to slap it once more while also making sure not to hurt her in the process. His palms paint her pale skin.

He works her clit pulling a loud moan out of her. _____ breath is picking up the pace again as sweat beads her back glistening it in the best way possible. He notches the head of his cock at her entrance and pushes inside with a force that takes both of their breaths away.

"Fuck" he cries out and she whines.

He pulls himself outside before thrusting back inside, "Fuck, I love you, _____. You're the best thing that happened to me. Every morning- ugh- every morning I get excited just because of the fact that I get to see this pretty face. You beautiful, strong, gentle of a woman and you're all mine"

His thrusts fasten, he gives three kisses on the dimples of her back as he fucks her from behind just like she asked.

"I love you, baby" he hears her reply back, her voice breathy.

"You like that?"

thrust

"You like how I'm giving it all to you, huh?"

thrust

"You like being at my mercy? Desperate and needy?"

thrust

"Want me to give you a baby,hmm? Make you look all mine?" His final thrust goes even deeper before he turns her on her back. He pulls out and freezes. The woman he's married to is looking like a fucking angel who also has been fucked raw and good. He couldn't be more in love with her.

"Sweetheart, I wanna try something but I need to you to trust me, alright? I'll never hurt you" when he gets a nod from _____ he uses his knees to move up to her until he just above her stomach.

"Push those tits together for me" he commands.

So, she does. ______ doesn't hesitate this time and his chest grows another inch with pride. Her tits squeeze up with the help of her palms and Jungkook carefully slips his cock into the tight channel. Her chest is decorated with the hickeys he's given her this morning.

It takes five thrusts for him to come on her chest. White, hot liquid covers his wife's chest as he quickly pushes himself sideways and lies down beside her with a loud thump.

"Christ, that was so good" he pants.

He takes a moment to catch his breath before running to the bathroom and comes back with a wet towel. He swipes it all over her chest as he cleans her off. She's still looking at him with the same love and passion in her eyes as before. Nothing has changed and nothing will change.

As soon as he's done cleaning up and gets ready to talk his wife's ears off, her soft snores pull at his attention. Giggling to himself as he covers her with the duvet pulling it taut so she can be warm and cozy, he gets comfortable beside her and prepares to go into a deep slumber.

A hand wraps around his stomach making his silly, romantic heart flutter and _____ places her head on his chest.

Placing a chaste kiss on her temple and nose, he whispers into the darkness, "Goodnight, honey. Thank you for being mine"

[strike-n-brawl]

And I mean this in the most lighthearted way possible sometimes it doesnt sit right to me that most if not all compliments I hear from Kirby fans abt Dedede, yk our most prominent fat character in kirby, is how huggable and what great hugs he can give like I want ppl to just take a step back and figure out what that can imply ,

[mimpinightmare]

I LOVE THESE SO FRICKIN MUCH!! (The fact you didn't have to draw doodles for this "ASK"- But the fact you did makes it EVEN COOLER! I LOVE IT!!! 😭✨💜💛💜💛💜💛💜💛💜✨)

(Also, Deniz and Fatma DEAR BELOVED~~~ 💜💛)

Hey… HEY! I have Questions for you about your OCs~ :D :

SOOO…. Who confessed first?! DENIZ or FATMA??!?!?!

Who is more 'ROMANTIC~' out of the two??

Are they in High School? College Students??? DO THEY HAVE JOBS?????

What are Fatma's and Deniz's pet peeves?

Out of the two, who the most UNHINGED? (I've seen other art of Fatma, and I'm LEANING towards her- So I should ask if my gut is correct)

(This is random but, HOW DO YOU DRAW HAIR?!?! YOUR OCS HAVE SOME IMMACULATE HAIRLINE!)

[paymechildsupport]

Divine. // Heian Sukuna x M!Reader <3

smut brainrot :( -!! Overstim, - oral, - sex with a lot of feewings, - monsterfucking (he has 2 cocks), - tadbit body horror possibly --------------------------------------------------

aghjakhg he's so.. :3

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Sukuna couldn't quite believe it: your hands, so soft, were gently running themselves over his chest.

"What are you...?" The words clogged in his throat, feeling you start to trace down.

You shifted in his lap, alone with him and solely him, -- under the dark awning of the night. No one would come to look for the two of you, not now, when it was so late out.

You could barely see the massive body in front of you, -- so you felt him. You ran your fingers over the expanse of his chest, his shoulders, his four arms, - mapping a general shape in your mind's eye. You couldn't see but you could see him, -- see him in a way no had before.

Air eluded itself from his lungs and he shuttered involuntarily. He had never been touched, been held like this, handled so tenderly. Fingers, miniscule compared to his massive figure, grazed over the markings etched onto his skin. You could faintly feel yourself touch over a scar, a raised, rough mark on his perfect body. It only made you sink deeper into him, his loose embrace of his arm around your waist. Your fingertips sketch the defined muscle, feeling every dip of skin and flesh, -- living proof of the decades of hard, grueling work engrained into his abdomen. His abs slightly flex when you run over them, you can feel the strong muscles ripple with each sharp intake of breath.

You reach the curve of his second mouth, running your thumb over the thin lip in his stomach.

"Careful..." he mutters. The last time someone had gotten so close to that area, it hadn't ended well for him. Sukuna could briefly picture his mangled skeleton, twisted and bent at all the wrong angles.

The Curse was in awe, how you effortlessly touched over his body, hardened by the decades of war and bloodshed it had borne witness to.

A noise involuntarily ripped itself from his lips, - the broken sound of a tiny, cornered animal. He had never in his life been touched in such a way, -- revered almost.

You reach back up, fingers dancing along his skin, tracing every line of those inky black markings. Sukuna realizes too late when you reach for his neck, pausing there, to rub the place where his pulse was. The blood rushed underneath your touch, rapid and humming and alive. It was such a vulnerable spot for him, but Sukuna stays frozen, rooted to his spot, so you don't stop. You travel up, all the way up to his face, where they lingered over his jaw. You press the pads of your fingers into the hard bones of his face, feeling along his jaw, his chin, and the jutting outline of his nose.

In his long lifetime most had shunned him: turning on him with huge swords and fearful expressions. But with you, he no longer was the ghastly monster, he just simply was.

"Beautiful...." You breathe

Sukuna's own breath faltered,

"You think I'm beautiful?" He sounded surprise, unsure, -- a kind of insecurity that should have terrified him, -- but it was with you, and he embraced this vulnerable state.

You smile softly, only Sukuna with his cursed vision could make the shape out in the dark,

"Very."

Sukuna wanted to lick the worship off your lips.

The lower arms on your abdomen tighten.

Silently, your fingers meet the rough start of his second face. You freeze, feeling the harsh change in texture from his smooth skin. Sukuna hesitates; would this be where it all came to an end? When you look at him with anything but deep adoration? Where the affectionate touches would be met with violent resistance, and you'd hate him, find him to be the grotesque and horrifying monster everyone else did?

Sukuna hated himself for feeling so hopeful.

But you simply start your exploration again, fingers travelling up and down the rough expanse of melded flesh.

"Fascinating.."

Sukuna was surprised; you found his second face fascinating.

He waited for the moment you'd change your mind, stop lying to yourself, start spitting crude insults and accusatory words, to swear, to hit, to resist him in some way.

But it never came.

You trace the rough folds of his face with a caress nothing short of adoring.

For the longest time, he had been denied this.

Sukuna's eyes were closed now. He couldn't comprehend the mixture of emotions he was feeling in this moment.

He was completely exposed, vulnerable... beautiful...

His second face... usually filled with terror... was receiving such tender care.

His thumbs trace to the hem of your top, gently pressing down into the soft skin, rubbing what he hoped were affectionate caresses. No one had ever made him feel such a way before, and he wished to show you the same affection, the same adoration, as you showered onto him. He had to admit he was quite inexperienced-- making contact with another living thing usually had some violent motive, but all Sukuna desired to do was wrap his arms around your tinier body -- shield you from the rest of the world. The idea of anyone else getting this kind of attention from you filled him with a strange bitterness unknown to him: jealousy.

He could feel every tiny detail of your movements, every inch of you getting slowly leaning in closer, every carefree intake of breath. He felt envious of the way the oxygen so effortlessly entered your lungs, how you inhale it without a second thought. It would be so easy for him to simply reach out and crush your windpipe, steal the air from your lungs the same way you did his.

In this moment, he saw and felt it all. Every inch of your body was beautiful to him.

"Mmm..." he whispered, relishing in the feeling of your presence so close to him.

Carefully, tentatively, you dip your head down, bringing your face closer, lips softly grazing his cheek.

Sukuna almost choked.

The feeling of your lips on his cheek sent chills through his body. He had always seen himself as the menacing and terrifying harbinger of suffering who had to be kept at a distance.

But now, he was seeing from your view... And from your perspective, he was beautiful.

His heart pounded against his chest as he felt your breath on his cheek.

Then you kiss him;

Every muscle, every tendon of his body seemed to tighten, and you were surprised they didn't just snap altogether.

All kinds of new, delicious sensations coursed through him,

Mwa :3

He had spent countless years of his life slaughtering people and taking control of everything he could... But here, he was weak again, like a newborn child.

He felt his breath grow short, labored, completely lost in the sensations of the kiss. All his fears and regrets, all the pain and misery accumulated from his years of cursed isolation, separated from the world around him, becoming the untouchable King of Curses, -- It all melted away. It was pure, unadulterated bliss.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, pressing you against him. Having you so close, you seemed so delicate to him, yet you were exploring him without hesitation, without fear, the first person he had encountered in so many years who didn't think of him as a monster.

His muscles were completely tense, but he had no desire to stop. He was enjoying every second of it.

You were kissing him, and he felt your tongue peek out from your intertwined lips, slipping into his mouth and meeting his. You fit so nicely against him, his hands slotting perfectly onto your waist, hips fitting like two puzzle pieces. It was all so... soothing to him.

The way you were taking control was indescribable--your kisses making his heartbeat so fast he swore it would explode, his breath was fast and short. He didn't think he could keep these feelings in for long without combusting altogether.

You pull away, gasping for air (unlike Sukuna, who as a curse, if he could have his way, would have kissed you for hours, days even).

"Your touch is.... divine"

Sukuna could bathe in the way you gazed at him, the way your eyelids drooped, the way your bright irises shone up at him through your lashes. Many once eerie, cold maroon eyes met yours with enough loving reverence to shake Heaven Herself.

As the word left his lips, he was staring at you. The look on his face was one of utter contentment and happiness.

You had kissed him so delicately, so tenderly. He felt every sensation burn itself into his mind, desperately grasping to remember the way your lips felt on his.

His grip on you was gentle and cautious. He didn't want to crush you. You were so small and slender. Such a frail and delicate human in his grasp. Yet the same, you were something else, something he had never experienced before.

You wanted something so intimate with him. It had Sukuna spiraling deeper and deeper into a side he had long since forgotten about. He felt frail, weak... human, -- yet Sukuna couldn't find it within himself to care. The rush of sensations and emotions he felt from your contact, from your kisses and the way you touched him, -- It was intoxicating.

He wanted you, every single part of you...

No matter what.

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You laid with him that night, and he took you-- right on the dirt ground beneath a sky of stars. Sukuna reveled in the way your body writhed underneath him, such a beautiful, fiery creature.

He bent down, placing a gentle, loving kiss to your forehead, licking the salty sheen of sweat from your skin. You shudder, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as another hot lick of pleasure curdles through you, searing white.

He couldn't get enough of you, decades of societal neglect and the absence of human companionship had starved Sukuna, and you were a whole feast. He ravished your body, the carnal hunger never satiated until he filled you with his full.

You clung desperately to his strong forearms, nails digging into the firm muscle. Incoherent babblings cascaded from your lips which he dipped down to hungrily lap up as you mewled underneath him. He'd crash his lips onto yours, the sweetness almost lost from the first time, -- drowned in the desperate need of the kiss.

Two large hands held you steady, keeping your legs apart and waist in place as Sukuna continued his rolling thrusts into your lower abdomen. Every snap of his hips against yours sent another coil of pleasure curling in your stomach.

Puddles of his seed bubbled from your opening, leaking through the small crevices and corners from where his massive cocks somehow didn't take up. You swear you almost shatter completely the moment you feel those sharp teeth graze the walls lining your insides.

Sukuna smiles from inside of you, two long tongues lolling out to lick at the coating of your guts. He pulls out the slightest bit, just enough so a relieved smile breaks on your face. He wished there was a way to permanently engrave the moment your hopeful expression shattered into his brain-- the way your eyes widen in horror, your mouth slacked open as the two tongues bully their way between your organs. They twist, intertwining, drinking the wetness from your body dry almost, and coming to a deadly point prodding at your stomach and swirling your intestines.

You cry out, the agonizing pain clashing deliciously with the pure bliss you felt. Your mind blanks and all the colors melt together.

Everything turns molten. Sukuna reaches down between your thighs, taking you in one big hand. You choke on your own spit, coughing and spluttering, hands flying to your crotch, only to be gently swatted away. Sukuna chuckled, gently pushing your body down as your back arches.

He continues to play with you in his hand, kneading the flesh between the pads of his fingers. He runs his knuckles up and down, coating his fingers with the tears from your crying tip. He tugged you playfully, watching like an eager puppy when your relief pours into his hands, drizzling in between his fingers, squirting onto his chest, painting the black markings white.

Sukuna places two lathered fingers into his mouth, groaning from the taste of you sitting on his tongue, and he sucks down hard.

He needed you like the earth the sky's rain. You gave meaning to his long, empty, accursed life. You were forever damned to him, and Sukuna would have it no other way.

You were his god, his stars, his beauty.

And he found you absolutely ... divine.

<3

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[A/N]: the other kind of lobotomy kaisen

[castielscaplan]

Freckles and Green Eyes (Dean W.)

Summary: You and Dean had a lazy morning.

Warnings: Fluff

WC: 227

Read on Ao3!

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There was nothing to do today. No cases, no grocery shopping needed, nothing. Sam was researching msot of the night with nothing that deemed worthy of a case. You and Dean had called it an early night, instead deciding to fall asleep. You’d woken up to soft music blaring from the vinyl record dow nthe hall, presumably from Sam cooking breakfast.

Dean had his arms wrapped around you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You loved the quiet days. They were the days where you and Dean could just be without needing to worry about a case or anything. Leaning up to lay on your elbows, you watched Dean as he breathed slowly. He looked almost angelic when he slept. His usually tense shoulders were relaxed and you could count the freckles across his cheeks easily. 

His hair was growing a tadbit longer than he usually allowed it to be, the back of head had slight curls wish you always adored running your fingers through whenever you drove the Impala with him. His eyes were closed as you leaned over to kiss his forehead, earning a soft groan in response before his eyes flickered open.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” yuo greeted with a soft smile as he blinked the sleepiness away. 

“C’mere,” he replied, pulling you into a hug before kissing your head in greeting.

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

Pov: I just discovered that you and I have one (1) interest in common and I am about to scream and ramble about it for three hours non stop (it's an unskippable cutscene)

Thaaaaaaanks a lot for the tag! This was amazing to make <3 <3 <3 <3 I loved it! I'm tagging @fbpanimations @yussuna @knife-filled-plushies but ofc no pressure! Also, everyone who want to do that please feel free to! It's fun :D

jumping on this picrew chain but creating a new one bc the other was too long and bc i want to :3

tagging @dracolunae @frogxxam @jadejemdoesstuff @navysealt4t @oreidam1014 @phantom-does-a-thing @spacedustmantis @abstinence-buys and whoever else is interested!!

[lostsolutions]

Purgation

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader 1k Word count

TW: Some mention of Ghost's shit life, a tadbit of violence, Simon Riley as a weird feral dog allegory.

Simon “Ghost” Riley who is unapologetically, and stubbornly, not a man built for change.

Why would he be?

Has he not changed enough when he came crawling, clawing, out of the grave? Did he not already adapt to the maggots in grey matter and corpse dirt coating the inside of his lungs? Hasn’t he made enough room for the Ghost to reshape who he was down to the stardust in his bones?

He was forced to change enough times over.

A little boy to an angry teen to a soldier to a walking shadow.

From Simon to Ghost.

Scarier by far than the bastard who screamed at his children and brutalized his wife.

A metamorphosis facilitated by the bloodied hands of man and emerging from a chrysalis patch worked together out of gunpowder and other peoples’ final moments. Enough change to last him several lifetimes over.

It’s why you set his teeth on edge.

Soft, sweet thing you are. Changed in your own way- he can see it in the deceptively subtle set of your shoulders. A stubbornness that rivals his own in the way waves beat against a cliffside. Eventually one will win out against the other, but it’s impossible to tell which of you is being eroded away to make room for the other.

It doesn’t matter.

You’ll make room for him regardless. You have to. It’s the only choice you have lest he let his tongue roll past bared teeth, jaw unhinging to swallow you whole the way he wants to. The way Ghost wants to take the spun sugar of you and greedily indulge before anyone else can get the idea of buying you off the shelf. A confectioner's treat that should be rotting out his gums before someone else can even think to try and get a taste.

You’re smart enough to know better than to tempt that reaction from him though. Gentle hands smooth over the jagged edges of his face and croon little praises that drip over his violence until the rotten core of him is caramelized. The deadened look in his eyes is a glaceéd chocolate that warms on the end of each syllable. Never demanding, no, you never demand anything of Ghost. You offer the candied pieces of yourself so readily and without expectation of him. Satiating the thing he has become. 

The least the world owes him is a sugared bird that moves to accommodate the space he decides is his own.

You get all prettied up and, while grumbling, he’s grabbing his keys to take you out because it means he gets to swat at your ass and tilt his head to catch a glimpse past your skirt all night. The little shrieked giggles each time get the specters in between his ears to shut up.

Opening doors for you always gets him one of those kisses where you have to push up as far as you can on your toes to reach his cheek. The huff of frustration you let out as you tug on his arm, and when he refuses to move an inch, keeps the embers in his chest from icing over. Returns the feeling to the ends of his fingers.

Snatches the billfold off the table with a gruff “Fuck off, Bird” at the slightest twitch of one of your pretty painted nails. He’d pay for dinner the same way he paid for you to go to the Salon. You weren’t going to quit your job, and he wouldn’t demand it since you needed something to do when he was off on deployment anyway, but the way you squirm in your seat when he refuses to let your wallet see the light of day sticks in his ribcage.

Ghost didn’t need to change for a single fucking person on this rotten, burning planet.

Simon Riley wasn’t going to either. The name becomes just as interchangeable as the callsign.

So he- hallowed husk that he has become-  takes, takes, and takes.

A haunting that has settled into your life and metastasized inside your ribcage. Inoperable and parasitic, leaching what it wants and doing whatever mundane nonsense it needs to keep such a warm, willing host alive. The chords of the song he sings to keep you perched on his window scratch at an unused voice box but still you preen with every “Swee’eart”. A capacity to give freely has long since left him, but he wants and it’s easy enough to determine what he needs to do to reach his objective. 

Your wants, your desires, your needs become nothing more than something for him to analyze and pick apart just to piece them back together as he sees fits. Each new combination unlocking a reward. He learns which ones give him affection, the ones that make you vulnerable, and which ones get him buried between your legs all in equal measure. An assorted collection of sweets for him to pick from the box based on his mood.

Simon “Ghost” Riley has suffered enough change to last until the cosmos have wiped his contemptible deeds from all memory, until nothing exists that his hands have ever dared touch. 

So until hell itself has swallowed him whole he’ll do what is needed to slake his thirst with your own divinity. He has no need for communion. Reconciliation and confession utterly useless to a man who is more beast than not. His wants are iniquitous but what does it matter so long as he does not snap the wings held in his hands? Is that not just of him? To just let his teeth rest against the artery, and not let his jaw lock tight? Just a taste. You’ll let him, won't you Bird? Sweet thing you are. Too sweet for such a rotten bastard–

[shmowder]

sometimes I want the reader insert character to be the cool and capable person in the ship dynamic, you feel me?

A Sherlock Holmes-esque reader who treats Daniil like your own personal Watson. Completely blowing him (haha) out of the water when it comes to deducing skills and reasoning. It takes him much longer to arrive at the very same conclusions you've reached hours ago. You're like an encyclopedia of both everyday funfacts and obscure tadbits you've collected over the ages.

Artemy is the best surgeon in the town? Say less. Reader is actually the second coming of Dr. Frankenstein (college dropout included, but you still insist on the honourific). You've had to dig and sew more body parts for all of your wacky experiments than you could possibly keep track of. You're the textbook definition of a mad scientist, defiling nature every Tuesday before going out for brunch.

THEY should be the ones who are beyond impressed by your skills and wit. THEY are the ones fawning over your genius abilitie.

Dankovsky fixing his carvat and nervously brushing back his hair before entering any room you're in. The Bachelor of Medicine literally has to take 5 minutes of mentally preparing himself outside the door just not to make a fool of himself in front of you.

Artemy is not succeeding at suppressing his expression of astonishment when you casually stich up his wound with one of the cleanest stiching he's ever seen. Taken back at how "at home" you seem surrounded by stray organs and dead bodies, even a "scary hulking butcher" like him used to be queasy around blood. Which makes it ten times harder to swallow down the fact someone as classy looking as you, who supposedly came from one of the most prestigious academic circles the Capital has to offer, doesn't bat an eye at his line of work. Even calling some of his lines... amateur looking, offering to hold his hand through the incisions.

I'm fucking tired of the reader being their cutesy personal cheerleader, the one who comforts and encourages them. For once, they're the ones desperate to measure to a speck of your accomplishments.

[mushroomwoods]

Love me, Love me not

For the hero that you once thought that you knew, was never who he portrayed himself as, but really, did you expect that if the chains that bound him to good were to break, he would stay as the same old him?

character — Sky (and a hint of Zelda), romantic.

cw — a tadbit of self-aware!sky+zelda, +yandereish behaviour, homicide attempt..?

what a little chat about the absolutely terrifying self aware sky with the dearest @wayfayrr did iaksjdksnd. sky being the good n little ol' him is good, but sky being an absolute menace just because he knows he can? oh dear... (also tagging @yourlocaltreesimp, since they're one of the biggest sky simps I've ever seen).

edit 1: i don't condone unhealthy behaviour or toxic relationships, but i thought it'd be interesting to note that the feelings i portray in my yandere content are usually more love related than in this one. for this short I'm not sure, but i wouldn't call sky feelings “love”, but something more akin to... the desire you feel for something rare. yeah, i guess it fits.

It hadn't been long since you arrived at the skyloftian Hyrule and of course Sky was excited, you thought it was strange that Sky would totally disregard his best friend, possibly a past lover, presence to run straight to his loft, but from what he had told you what a skyloftian had with their loft was something akin to a soul bond, and from the woman's nonchalant reaction, maybe it wasn't that strange.

“Link is really attached to Crimson, as Crimson is as attached to him.” Zelda said, distant, while you watched him making a few rounds above the city.

You nodded, eyes fixated on the performance, though you could feel the woman soft eyes turning to you, you said nothing on her behaviour even as she smiled, shaking her head slightly and then going away.

It was only a few minutes after Zelda left, that Sky came back to the ground, his smile saccharine sweet as he naturally let his arms fall around your shoulders.

“It's too bad you didn't want to come with me... I'm sure Crimson would like you too.” He sighed contently against your neck, before looking into your eyes.

“Still, I'd rather not go. But I'm not against meeting her.” He agreed at the idea, quickly talking about how the both of you could go tomorrow to preen her since it had been a long time since he did it.

You followed behind his steps as he lead you to the meeting spot at the central plaza, quiet as you tried to push away the thoughts intruding on your peaceful mind.

The way his smile seemed so strained when near his friends, the way the other knights avoided his gaze, the way even the shopkeepers would never against his offers.

It wasn't until way past midnight that your suspicions were confirmed.

Everyone was already sleeping, vacating a few empty lodgings they had for the knights in training.

The air up in the Skyloft was too thin and cool for your liking and you could barely close your eyes without getting uncomfortable, so you went for a breather down the halls.

You could hear voices by the end of the dark corridor, recognising Sky soft tone you were about to call him out, but a loud thud resounding at quiet ambience.

You stopped.

A hitched breath and a low growl. You could see the ashen blonde back turned to you, a familiar figure knelt on the floor in front of him, vivid red hair far more disheveled than when you had seen earlier that day. Groose.

“It was too bad what happened to Zelda...” Sky started, a certain lilt to his voice that made Groose tremble, eyes falling to the floor. “I really expected you'd know better than to talk like that after what happened.” His voice was eerily calm.

“I didn't—” The red-haired started, but his breath was caught in his throat as the sole of Sky's boot made contact with his chest, no real impact. A threat.

“Groose. I gave you a warning before going away. I know you're stupid, but you should at least try to remember what other people say, shouldn't you?” No answer, but it seemed exactly what Sky was expecting as he huffed, getting his foot out of the man's chest.

“This is my last warning, next time you look at something of mine I will really let you free fall out of the isle without your dear companion to save you. Don't you ever think of looking at my deity if you want to keep those foul eyes of yours.” The... hero, continued, voice sweet as always and that was your cue to leave.

You turned on your heels, not looking back. That wasn't real, this was just a joke, he would never be like that, a monster, but even then, you could swear you saw him looking back at you, the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

You ran to your room, locking the door behind you and hiding inside the mattresses.

It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real, it—

Knock knock.

He was at your door. You stayed quiet, not moving a muscle in fear the person outside would hear. Another knock. You didn't move. And then you heard steps fading away, only then sighing in relief.

Click.

The door unlocked and you frooze in place, shutting your eyes to feign sleep. You couldn't even notice how much you were trembling.

“[Name]..?” You heard his voice, steps approaching the bed until it stopped beside you. “Poor thing. Must've been so tired.” The mattress dipped and his hand brushed against your cheeks, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. “My sweet little [name], so frail...” His voice grew closer and you could feel his breath fanning over your face “I know you're awake, my dear.”

Your eyes shot open, but before you could scramble away from him, his hands locked on your forearms, pressing you tightly against the bed, a twisted smile spreading across his face, manic gaze focused on you, you, you.

“Did you—” You gasped for air, not even noticing how you had stopped breathing. “Did you push Zelda..?” You voice died, and his looked melted into something comforting.

He didn't, did he? It was a misunderstanding. He was just mad earlier. You held your hopes while staring at him.

“It was needed, my dear.” He slowly sunk into your space, arms wrapping around you a little too tightly for comfort. “She understood me, she accepted it, she knows that fake is not our goddess. But you...” His darkened eyes looked up to you, from the shoulder he rested his head on. “Our deity, so supreme above us, foolishly egoistical being”

It was strange seeing Sky, the pure image of calmness so... frantic, as if his mind was elsewhere. It was an alien feeling, uncomfortable and making your throat clog with something heavy.

You slowly moved your hands to try and rub at his back in a form of comfort, he easily accepted the touch, closing his eyes, but before you could question him on his behaviour, he started talking again.

“My deity, please, please, don't ever say you'll leave me. Never again, please, allow me to be selfish this once.” His grip tightened. “I don't know what I will do if you say something like that again.”

It all clicked when he said that. The last time you picked it up, too tired to pass through even the turorial. You thought it was strange that things had proceded too quickly, but maybe your memory was faulty. You shuddered when he huffed a laugh, too dark in comparison to his usual, as his hands ran up your back.

“Wait, Sky— I mean, Link, I never meant it like that, I—” A sharp inhale of breath forced you to cut your own words. “W- What's this?”

You could feel warm blood oozing from your right ear, a new earring attached to it. He finally let you from his hold, and your hands instantly flew to the newest addition, feeling a soft brush against your hands. A bloody red feather.

You shot a sharp glare to him, to which he shrugged, letting another earring hang on his hands. This one a vibrant tone of blue, that equally hung from one of his pierced ears. He smiled in mock compassion.

“Come on, dear, I have to finish putting it on you.” Our claim on you.

[galactic-knightmare]

Guess who went to the ER this morning! =D

I'm fine lmao. turns out I inherited my mom's kidney stone problems unfortunately but Its not serious so WOOT! Caine however gets to suffer with me a bit because I want to chill with a specific movie/game rn

(it is not a horror movie- its Jurassic Park. man would spontaneously combust if it was a horror movie)

but yeah I might be a tadbit slower than normal, but not likely tbh. I just. felt like doodling this after all that shit lmao.

[0scill4te]

I made vegan cottage cheese by whisking silken tofu, a tadbit of lemon juice, sm white miso paste, finely grated garlic and a lil bit of plain vegan yogurt and it was so delicious. i love tofu #tofu