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guys i'm working on posting something

TRUST IM NOT DEAD

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pro hero dynamight who gets hit with a quirk that makes him run his mouth (some kinda truth serum vibe idk it's 2pm don't look to me for smarts ever) and ends up saying "yeah i gotta finish patrol without hurtin' myself 'cause my girl said i could hit it raw if i come home with no blood on me" on live national television

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MARCELLI baby thank u for the tag <333

i honestly love mine so much cause it matches me so well omg 😭

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I keep seeing people do these and thought why not make one ! here's mine:

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some of y’all are too pretty and you make me nervous

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synopsis ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ nanami accidentally finds your small, anxious-but-sincere vlogs and quietly falls for you through the screen. and when you meet, he becomes a gentle, faceless presence behind the camera—helping you grow, and loving you all the while.

tori’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ this was so fun to write

nanami doesn’t really use youtube. it’s too loud, too cluttered, too full of people trying too hard. he’s more of a quiet reader or podcast listener—he likes his content slow and thoughtful. but sometimes, during quiet lunch breaks or sleepless nights, he finds himself scrolling, searching for something simple to fill the silence.

the first time he sees your face, he skips the video. it’s nothing personal. the thumbnail just seems… ordinary. a soft smile, a blurry background of what looks like a street food stall, and a simple title: “trying something new today (๑•́‿•̀๑)”. he doesn’t think much of it.

but youtube, in all its persistence, keeps putting you in his recommendations.

every few days, your face reappears. new title. new blurry background. another small smile. there’s something oddly comforting about it, even if he hasn’t clicked yet. eventually, curiosity wins. one night, half-asleep and curled up on his couch, he taps on a thumbnail without thinking.

the video is quiet. not silent, but there’s no obnoxious background music or jump cuts. just you. talking a little nervously to the camera, explaining how you’ve never tried this kind of food before, how it makes you anxious to eat alone in public but you’re doing it anyway, for yourself. you pause a lot. laugh at yourself. your editing is minimal—sometimes you just leave long clips in where you sit there silently, debating the next bite.

and nanami… stays.

he doesn’t mean to. he thinks he’ll just let the video play in the background while he dozes off. but he finds himself watching. then clicking on another one. and another. you talk to the camera like it’s a friend. you say things like “i know no one’s really watching this, but…” and “this was scary for me, but i’m proud of myself anyway.”

there’s no performance. no show. just you, trying. trying to live a little braver. trying to make the world a little softer for yourself. and even though your videos have only a few thousand views at most, and a comment section with maybe ten or twenty kind words, nanami can tell you read every single one. you reply with gratitude and sincerity. you sign your replies with hearts and “thank you for watching!!” even when someone just says “nice vid :)”.

he doesn’t comment for a long time. he watches quietly, always late at night, a silent companion to your small adventures. his favorite video becomes one where you try to bike through a park trail you’ve never been on before. the camera shakes the entire time, the sky is gray, and you end up getting rained on halfway through. soaked and breathless, you laugh and say, “this was a disaster. but i don’t regret it.” and something about that sticks in his chest.

he comments on a video one day. it’s short, awkwardly formal:

“i admire your courage to keep stepping outside your comfort zone. thank you for sharing.”

a few hours later, you reply.

“thank you so much!!! i get really nervous about posting sometimes so this means a lot ;; i’m trying my best!! ♡”

nanami reads that reply more times than he’d like to admit.

—

he doesn’t think he’ll ever meet you. you feel like a little glowing orb in his private world. something precious that lives on his phone, just a click away, not real, not tangible.

but then, he’s at a weekend market. the kind of place you’d probably vlog, actually. he’s just there to buy fresh bread, enjoy the quiet, maybe grab a coffee. he’s walking past a stand selling handmade keychains when he hears a familiar voice.

soft. a little unsure. asking for the price of something.

he turns.

and you’re there.

you look just like your videos—maybe a little shorter, bundled in a cardigan despite the warmth, your bag too big for your frame, holding a small camera that’s not even recording. your hair’s a little messy. your eyes bright, darting around nervously. you’re alone.

and suddenly, nanami is nervous in a way he hasn’t been in years.

he debates not saying anything. he could let this pass. keep you as a digital secret. but then you glance in his direction, and smile—just polite, a brief flicker of recognition for another passerby—and nanami finds himself stepping forward before his brain catches up.

“…excuse me,” he says, and your eyes widen a little.

“yes?” you ask, voice soft.

“i’ve… watched your videos,” he says, and you freeze for a second. “they mean a lot to me.”

you blink. your mouth opens a little in surprise, then closes. and then you smile.

“really?” you say, a little breathless. “you… you actually watch them?”

“yes,” he says simply. “i think you’re brave.”

your hand flies up to your mouth, eyes darting away. “oh my god,” you mumble. “that’s—thank you. that’s so nice. i didn’t think anyone recognized me. my channel’s tiny.”

“doesn’t change the impact,” he says, and it’s honest. the way he always is.

you talk for a while after that. awkwardly at first—your nerves, his reserved nature—but slowly, something soft and lovely builds in the air between you. you laugh a lot, mostly just nervous. he listens a lot, mostly because that’s just the way he is. he tells you his name is kento. you tell him you were scared to even leave the house today, but you’re glad you did. he smiles.

before you part ways, you ask, very shyly, if he’d be okay with you filming just a little. not his face, of course—just his voice, his presence. he agrees.

that night, a new video goes up.

“a tiny adventure at the weekend market ✿ i made a new friend today…”

nanami watches it from his bed, and when his offscreen voice appears—gentle, amused, offering to carry your bag for you—his heart does something strange in his chest.

—

the first time nanami appears in a vlog, it’s his hand passing you a coffee.

you call him “a friend i made recently,” and giggle when he corrects your pronunciation of a pastry. he’s never shown — not fully. a shoulder here. the back of his head. your viewers are very curious. you just smile, almost bashful, and say, “he’s camera-shy, but he’s very sweet.”

you start mentioning him more in your vlogs. he’s still off-screen, but you’ll glance his way and smile. say something like “he helped me set this up,” or “he picked this place,” or just “he’s here with me.”

you don’t have to say his name. he stays a faceless figure in your videos. your viewers start to notice something more.

you never confirm anything. you just smile, cheeks pink, and say, “he’s really sweet. i’m lucky.”

nanami doesn’t need the spotlight. he’s happy to carry your bag, offer a steady hand when you’re nervous, and hold the camera when you want to capture something new. he’s happy to be the one encouraging you behind the scenes, whispering that you’re doing great when you doubt yourself.

you film together more and more. he goes with you to bookstores, little food stalls, quiet museums. he carries your tripod. holds your coat. gives you gentle encouragement when you freeze up in public and smile too hard when it’s over.

he falls in love with you quietly. over time. he doesn’t say it at first. he lets it bloom through little gestures — buying the tea you liked, learning how to edit videos just to help you with cuts, leaving voice notes when you’re too anxious to leave the house. he listens. he supports. he stays.

and he’s happiest when, in a quiet clip near the end of a video, you look off-camera and say, “i think i’m a little less scared of the world lately.”

he squeezes your hand off-screen. you smile at the touch.

and your viewers never hear the softest part—how, when the camera stops recording, you lean into his side and whisper, “thank you for finding me.”

nanami, who never believed in fate or chance or algorithms, just kisses your cheek and replies, “thank you for being found.”

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if i suddenly dropped genshin impact stuff, guys what would u say? :D

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⚝ DAY 10 — DIRTY TALK

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — childe, kazuha, diluc, zhongli

— warnings. — fem! reader, dirty talk, manhandling, filthy, lots of spit and cum lolol

⚝ — CHILDE

childe moans before he even touches you properly, ah, how embarrassingly drunk he could turn from simply feeling you, right? already breathless, already feral, every thrust of his tongue into your mouth mimicking the obscene rhythm he wanted to fuck you with, "you feel this baby, you feel me?" he pants out, rocking against your hips as a shudder tears through him, forehead pressed to yours, "you do this to me, you make me a mess, fuck, i'd kill for you to beg," there's nothing elegant about the way childe fucked you— it's honestly quite disgusting, wet and fast, making you throb around his thick length as he laps and sucks your tongue like a drowning man gulping at salvation— ugh, and his hands? they won't stay still, clawing at your ass, your throat, your chest, everything, his eyes blown wide with worship, "take me, use me, archons, i'm so hard it hurts— please."

⚝ — KAZUHA

kazuha was so whiny, sobbing out your name like poetry choked on lust, so sweetly, so candid, wouldn't you agree? and his voice falters right there, broad with liquid desire and decay, "you don't know what you do to me… i've dreamed of this, of you— your skin, your mouth, your—," and he's biting back a whimper when you wiggle against his clothed groin, desperately wanting more as his tongue dips into your mouth with aching grace, his body unyielding but shaking against yours. most importantly, when your fingers slide lower at last, to stroke him through his pants, he gasps— a stuttering, "oh… fuck, please— again—please," dripping from his tongue like straight rot from a ripe fruit— hungry words spilling into your ears between gasps, every word a blasphemy, every syllable soaked within the kind of desire that left saints gagging and angels turning their faces away, "i want to drown in you, i want to fuck you until your legs forget how to stand—can i? please…" and kazuha's fucking his cock against your palm now, feral without shame, using your hand as a fucktoy as you skim your fingers in his hair and chant his name.

⚝ — DILUC

sweetest, most touch starved diluc was finding himself flustered as he felt how hard his face was burning— cheeks flushed like crimson as sweat beads at his hairline, his whole body shaking beneath you, "it never… felt— like this, not like this," he drawls, voice barely holding it together as his lips part under yours, slack and hot, and when you press deeper, he inhales so violently it rattles through his chest— less breath, more breakdown— sharp and wet, like a sob dragged hard from the deepest part of him where shame and need blur into one raw, biting throb, "feels— too good— too much, are you sure? i need you to be sure because i won't stop, I can't—" and then it breaks within his stomach, his hips lifting and fucking into you, smearing your arousal on his length like he didn't care, grinding against you, fucking you, mouth open and soaked with the taste of your name, "ride me, come on," diluc begs, "please— fuck me like I'm yours, mark me, use me, take it— take all of me."

⚝ — ZHONGLI

feeling how zhongli changed in the bedroom always made you excited as he speaks like a hymn even when he's rutting against your thighs, soaking them with his sticky cum, voice slow, quivering with worship, "so good for me, so soft… let me in, let me ruin this body with min," although his hands don't grope, no— they respect, each palm trailing down your waist like you're carved from the most expensive jades in liyue, a sacred artifact made solely for his possession. and when zhongli goes further to taste you, it's as though the world must stop and kneel— deep, molten, endless— his tongue dragging slow and sinful across your bottom lip, tasting you like he's waited centuries, truly, "you were made for this," he murmurs, voice cracking, every kiss tasting filthier and forbidden as his dick pushes past your tight cunt, sloppy and raw, strings of cum and slick snapping each time he pulls back just to fall in again, hungrier each time, "you were made for me, say it."

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neuvillette in a night gown

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you fucking with fat bitches?

Since day 1 you stupid son of a bitch

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Are Those…Tears?

Genshin men react to making you cum so hard, you cry :)

cast; Diluc, Childe, Kazuha, Thoma

warnings; afab reader, dacryphilia, feminine nicknames, overstimulation, cumming inside, fluff, these are short

MINORS/BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Your nails dig into his broad, muscular shoulders as your hips buck against his own, his cock pounding into your sloppy hole. The angle at which he drills into you, the way his fingers seem to swipe at your puffy clit with the perfect pressure, you feel yourself building up quickly, intensely, and finally the dam breaks as your eyes roll back and you shout his name with a mind blowing orgasm. It’s hot and blinding, feeling like it’s lasting forever as you gush and clench hard around his girth. You tremble in his arms as he chases his own release and you feel tears begin to stream down your cheeks from how overwhelmingly good you feel in the heavy aftershocks. Your lover looks at you in this moment, you, with tears in your eyes as you whimper and moan……

Diluc

the redhead’s face pales when he locks eyes with you, he didn’t mean to look away from you but you just squeezed him so tight he couldn’t help but hide his face in your hair. He stops his movements and searches your face as you look up at him and he moves to clasp your shaking hand in his own.

“You….are you hurt? I’m sorry I was too hard….too rough…” he’s rambling in a quiet, doting tone as he kisses your knuckles, “I’m so-“

You cup his face with your free hand and smile, shaking your head, “no! It felt amazing. I just….I felt so good in that moment I couldn’t help but cry a little. I promise love, you’re incredible.”

His breath hitches as he leans into the touch of your hand and instinctively, rolls his hips as his still hard cock twitches at your sweet and blissed out expression and you throw your head back into the pillows at the motion, “alright then, if you’re sure.” he replies with a deep groan as you shake and shiver while he buries himself to the hilt,

You pant as you he begins to move again, lips parting so he can lean down to kiss you tenderly, Diluc then smiles against your mouth,

“I do hope that maybe I can get you to feel that good again.” and you have no doubt, he absolutely will.

Childe

he chuckles, it’s more of a huff accompanied by a grin as his fingers move to grip your hips tight, your ass against the tops of his thighs as he keeps up the pace as the tears fall down to disappear into your hairline.

“Aw pretty girl, you feel so good huh, that why you’re cryin’?” he asks, his voice is surprisingly sweet, even as he fucks you relentlessly. You whimper and nod, covering your face with your arm. Childe gingerly holds your wrist, taking it and pinning it over your head.

“Hey, keep looking at me okay? You’re awfully pretty like this.” he grunts, cock still hitting that delicious spot inside you, your heels dig into his back and he gasps, leaning down to kiss the side of your head, listening to every naughty sound you and your body makes for him.

“Please, don’t stop!” you sob, fresh tears spring to your eyelashes as you clutch him to you, Childe nods frantically against you, letting his strokes become hard and deep as you cry his name over and over. Your eyes eventually dry up in the night with all the blissful tears you shed, but you stay soaked as he rips orgasm after orgasm from you.

Kazuha

from behind you, the deft and clever fingers that were moving against your bundle of nerves still, and Kazuha nudges the side of your neck with his nose, feeling the wet of your tears against his face. You feel him pull out, whining at the loss and how you pulsate still with rippling bliss,

“Are you hurt?” he murmurs, gently cupping your breast and pressing your back close to his chest, “I’m sorry if it was too much, allow me to-“ you place your hand over his and shake your head furiously, looking back at his tender expression,

“Not at all! I was crying because it felt incredible. You knocked the air out of me.” you chuckle softly, resting your head against him as you both breathe in sync. You then move your hand to lift your knee, spreading yourself open for him again and you feel his cock against your ass hardening again,

“Please don’t stop, Kazuha, I wanna feel you cum, you felt so good…” you whisper, arching your back and moaning as a firm hand presses your knee back further. You reach down and hear the man hiss as you guide his cock back into you, and he slowly starts to thrust his hips into your hot and soaked hole.

“Thank you, thank you” he chants into the back of your neck as his pace picks up rapidly, you know he’s close as he grips the meat of your thigh and you wonder if you feel a few tears of his own as he reaches his peak.

Thoma

he breathes heavily, forehead pressed against yours as he moans your name into your open mouth, cock lurching as he cums into your clenching pussy, the lewd and sticky sounds as he slowly slows his thrusts against you making you shiver. His knuckles move to wipe under your eye as he catches a tear, looking at you with concern.

“Was it…that good?” he says, surprising himself with those words as he gazes at how your lips form a dazed smile, cupping his face in your hands.

“Yeah, it was so good. I didn’t even want you to stop.” you say, a sweet shyness coming over you as you lean up to kiss him softly on his lips.

Thoma clears his throat and glances down at where he’s still connected to you, the creamy white ring around his cock and how you feel still fluttering around him making him bite his lip.

“I don’t…I mean we can go again. If you want.” he says, meeting your eyes again and gasping when you roll your own hips upwards to welcome him to continue. He moans and buries his face in your neck as he sloppily thrusts into you, cock hard yet again and you cry his name as he swiftly brings you to the point of tears again.

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That’s Not My Name

Genshin men react to you calling them their name instead of your usual endearments

thank you @taka-hiro-shi for brainstorming with me on nicknames uwu

cast; Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, Thoma

warnings; implied female reader, reader is shorter than the boys, established relationships, fluff, one suggestive comment! sfw but minors/blank/ageless blogs do not interact…LIKING IS STILL INTERACTING. BUZZ OFF.

Kaeya

“Kaeya, can you help me with this?”

Upon the utterance of his name, Kaeya resists the urge to frown. He glides over to you where you’re at in the bedroom, holding a picture to be hung on the wall. You see how his gaze is a bit….intense, but choose to brush it off since your Calvary Captain tends to enjoy his own intensity in attempts to fluster you.

“Um, Kaeya? Can you please help me hang this? I’m afraid I can’t find the step ladder.”

Kaeya then brings his thumb and point finger to frame his chin, looking at you thoughtfully,

“Have I upset you in some way?”

You stare for a moment and shake your head, “not at all Kaeya.”

“There it is again.” Kaeya now has a real frown on his face, long legs bringing him even closer to you, where a bright blue eye glitters down at you.

“Are you certain? You keep calling me by name.” Kaeya insists, studying you like a bug, your face grows warm when he slides his hand up over your cheek, cupping it sweetly.

“Because that’s your name…Kaeya.” you now arch an eyebrow at his admission. Kaeya sighs and cups your face wholly with both hands, kissing your nose.

“Well I don’t like it. Where’s handsome? Or honey? When you don’t call me by those name I fear you’re angry with me.” Kaeya defends his stance, squishing your cheeks together until your lips jut out and you suppress a giggle.

“Alright, I’ll only call you Kaeya when I’m angry with you.” you promise. With a content sigh, he releases your face, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. But his mouth lingers against yours as his teasing lilt returns to his tone,

“And when I’m making you cry out with pleasure in our bed, I hope.” he grins, kissing you again when you scoff and hit his chest.

Diluc

“Diluc.”

The pen stops moving, and the red head looks up to see you in the doorway of his office, leaning against the heavy wooden frame with your arms crossed. Diluc’s can’t help but feel his heart pound and mouth go dry.

What did he do?

He stands, suddenly, the loud screech of the chairs feet scraping across the floor.

“Yes? Are you okay? What happened?” Diluc says, looking to you in urgency. His actions with the chair made you stand up straight, suddenly looking bashful.

“Nothing! Um, I just wanted to surprise you! Are you…are you mad at me?”

“Not at all, it’s just….are you mad at me?” Diluc repeats to you, swallowing as you both look at each other in confusion.

“Why would I ever be mad at you, Diluc?” when you respond so sweetly and loving, he can’t help but blush lightly, but he’s still thrown by,

“My name…you keep calling me it.”

You stare at him, eyebrows pinching together for a moment,

“Darling….dear….” Diluc’s then says, clearing his throat sheepishly, “you hardly call me by my name, unless maybe you were upset with me...”

Your eyebrows shoot up as your hand covers your mouth with a laugh,

“My mistake.” you walk over to him, letting his hand come to sit at your waist where he blushes deeper, in embarrassment or affection, perhaps both. You smile gently as you rise to your toes to kiss his cheek,

“Hello darling. Let’s go home?” and Diluc sighs, smiling and burying his face in your hair as he embraces you.

Zhongli

“Oh, hello Zhongli.” you smile brightly when he walks into your kitchen as you prepare tea. Instead of the feeling of two strong hands gripping your waist, and a pair of lips at your temple, you turn to see Zhongli holding his chin in his fingers as he gazes at you. It’s not as soft, as how he usually looks at you, but concern and calculation cross his elegant features while golden eyes do not leave your figure.

“…Zhongli?”

His eyes narrow in the slightest, but not towards you so to speak, it’s as if he’s in deep and troubled thought,

“I wonder,” he says suddenly, the deep timbre of his voice glueing your feet to the floor, “have I done something to make you cross? Please, I implore you to tell me so I can fix any wrongdoing of mine.”

You blanche, blinking rapidly and shaking your head in confusion, “what? Zhongli I’m not mad.”

“Then why aren’t you calling me ‘my love’?” he says simply, sighing and crossing his arms as he looks down at you, eyebrows raised in the slightest and looking quite….sad.

“My….my love?” you repeat, and it clicks. Your heart leaps and you hold out your hand for him which he takes and waits for you to continue.

“You like it when I call you my love?” you coo.

“I have grown quite accustomed to the endearment, as well as when you call me sweetheart.” he smiles at you as you come closer to him and his arms surround you, “I’m very fond of it.”

You pat his chest and hum, “so you think when I call you by your name I’m cross with you? Please don’t think so. I love your name.” Zhongli nods in response, cupping your cheek to kiss your brow,

“And I love it on your lips….but please continue to indulge me with your endearments.” and he kisses your lips before you could answer.

Thoma

You skip across the foyer of the Kamisato estate, smiling cheerily when you spot a certain blonde sweeping the space with a light smile on his lips.

“Thoma!” you chirp, watching as the broom comes to a halt and green eyes look up to blink your direction. You see worry cross his features for a second when he grins right back, setting the broom to the side and jogging to you.

“Hey there! This is a nice surprise. Did you want to go out for dinner?” he grins widely, beckoning you closer to him with a hand. You nod and nestle against his chest,

“Mhm, I missed you today Thoma.” you sigh, and feel the arm wrapped around your shoulders tighten a bit. He clears his throat, and you hear the nerves in it, so you glance up at him.

He looks at you bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand, “you…,um…”

“Thoma?” you frown and suddenly feel nervous yourself, backing up from him a bit. That’s when Thoma claps his hands together and bows to you,

“I’m sorry! Whatever I did I’m very sorry!” he blurts out with sincerity, peeking at you from beneath long lashes.

“What? How could I ever be mad at you, Thoma?” you say in astonishment, and he groans, running a hand down his face.

“I just! You….you didn’t call me sunshine. You know, like usual.” he mumbles, face growing redder by the second. You gape at him, and he just continues,

“Or baby! You call me baby a lot too, when you said Thoma I figured…I made you upset.” he coughs into his fist.

“Thoma. That’s your name.” you try not to giggle at his explanation, feeling your heart about to burst.

“Yeah. Yeah that’s my name. But…” he inches to you and places his hands on your shoulders, pulling you to him until your head is against his chest and his cheek rests on top of your head, he sighs,

“I like the nicknames, a lot. So please will you say then again?”

You look up and smile, finding shimmering green looking back at you and nod,

“Of course, sunshine, now kiss me and let’s get dinner.” and despite the sudden growl of Thoma’s stomach, you both dissolve into a flurry of laughter and kisses.

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all i do anymore is have a cut on my finger

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ceo!sukuna x bubbly!barista!reader, i fear it's my new obsession. banner credits to @/uzmacchiato. both inspired by, and dedicated to @salsakiyoomi! hope you like it, pretty <33

ceo!sukuna, a man whose resting face could curdle milk, hates physical touch. like, he'd rather wrestle a rabid badger than endure a friendly pat on the back.

his employees? mere rodents scurrying around his corporate cheese grater, their sole purpose to make his existence slightly less agonizing.

of course, they mostly failed at that. they were less "competent assistants" and more "walking disasters with access to staplers." his day was basically a high-stakes game of "clean up the employee-induced apocalypse," and he was running out of patience, and more importantly, employees.

ex-employees, he'd mentally correct, adding them to his ever-growing blacklist. he'd personally ensure they'd be lucky to get a job at a clown college.

and yet, despite this raging misanthropy and deep-seated aversion to human contact, he ends up craving your arms. the irony was thicker than his expense reports.

"'kuna?" you ask, peering up from your couch fort. "how was your day?"

a grumble is his reply. you've deciphered his grumbles into a complex language, and this one translates to "hell on earth."

you open your arms, and he promptly transforms into a sentient, grumpy weighted blanket, flopping onto you with the grace of a falling grand piano.

you wheeze, but you're used to it. he’s basically a cat, except instead of knocking things off tables, he knocks the air out of your lungs.

"don't even get me started," he mutters, his voice muffled by your chest. he sounds like a toddler who just lost his favorite pacifier. "do you know how many people i had to terminate today?"

"fired, you mean? sukuna, you mean fired, right?" you’re picturing a corporate bloodbath, and it’s not a pretty image. he waves a dismissive hand, which, due to his position on top of you, almost knocks your phone out of your hand.

"yeah, yeah. whatever. they were basically performance art pieces of incompetence."

"okay, but, like, how many?"

"enough." he then changes the subject. "what about you, flower? how was the café?"

your mood instantly does a 180. "oh! it was great! nice and slow. but this one guy came in, all grumpy about his coffee. said he could make it better."

"he did?" sukuna raises an eyebrow, a feat considering he's basically face-planting into your chest. "what happened?"

"told him to go do it, then," you say, grinning. "and then kicked him out."

"that's my girl," he says, a rare flicker of approval in his eyes. "did you throw his coffee at him first?"

"i considered it, but i didn't want to waste good coffee."

he's impressed, that much he'll admit. he shifts, crushing you further. "sukuna!"

"i've been away from my girl all day," he grumbles, nuzzling into your neck. "let me have this."

for a man who supposedly treated physical contact like it was kryptonite, he sure seemed to enjoy clinging to you. maybe he just needed a you-shaped stress ball, you think. and maybe, just maybe, he was secretly a giant softie, hidden under layers of corporate armor and general grumpiness.

or maybe he just liked your couch. either way, you were trapped, and honestly, you weren't complaining. too much.

general taglist: @jeonwiixard. (i didn't forget this time 👩‍❤️‍👩)

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how i feel after disappearing for 3 months:

[hopeluna]

Thinking about Logan with a reader who teaches the youngest mutants at the school. I’m talking about kindergarteners, so if you don't like kids, click off now. This is also purely self indulgent because I teach kindergarten

Anyways can you imagine his reaction when he first meets you? Sweet little thing, bright eyed, wide smile, with brightly patterned dresses and tops and skirts? He wants to ruin you. 

And don't get me started on how he feels when he SEES you interacting with your students. He’s so far gone it isn’t even funny. Seeing you deal with scraped knees, kissing them better, playing with the kids, running from them in some silly game, laughing, cheeks flushed and what the HELL is wrong with him? He’s the big bad Wolverine, but you, with your bright smiles and hopeful eyes and soft, calming voice, have him weak in the knees. 

Plus his breeding kink goes into overdrive, imagining how good you’d look with HIS kid in your arms specifically. 

But holy shit, when you two have been dating a while and you let him sit in on your classes this man is the biggest teddy bear you’ll ever see. Patiently colouring with one kid, while another naps in his lap. Your ovaries will explode, You will get baby fever, There is no escape. 

And the kids LOVE him, asking when Mr Logan is coming back, if he’ll take them on a ride on his motorcycle, if he can come again tomorrow. 

He’ll walk you to your classroom door, press a soft kiss to your mouth (ignoring the EWWW’s from any early students) and leave you with a see you later.

[hopeluna]

older bf kento who is just the sweetest. he’d spoil you to your heart’s content, buy you whatever you want. he’d insist that you let him spoil you even if you refuse to spend his money...

older bf kento who is such a gentleman. he’d open doors for you, pull the chair for you to sit on it when you two are going out. just anything you could think of.

older bf kento who feels like he doesn’t deserve you sometimes... you’re just too pretty and young, you should be with someone who’s at you age! he gets filled with thoughts like ‘what if you actually chose someone who isn’t double your age?’

older bf kento who is very vocal when he opens up about his concerns. when you reassure him, he gets that giddy feeling he hasn’t felt in awhile.

older bf kento who is very mature. misunderstandings, problems & arguments never last long. he’s the type to never let you sleep with a heavy heart. as soon as he feels that there’s gonna be a conflict—he’s quick to put it out ‘cause he hates seeing you upset.

older bf kento who is often happy when he forgets the lunch that you packed him. you’re always there to give it to him! he feels a little bad for making you go all the way to his work, but he can’t help but to show a smile when you show up while holding a small bag that contains his lunch.

older bf kento who is overworked! he doesn’t like the feeling of being away from you because of work. when he comes home, you’re always there to welcome him, pull him into a warm embrace, place a quick peck on his lips and mumble ‘i love you’s’ in his ear.

older bf kento who’d always try to keep himself clean for you. whenever you play with his hair, you’d see grey strands. but you never mention it, he’s just gonna fuss about how it doesn’t look nice and try to pluck it.

older bf kento who thought that he was never gonna be in a relationship again. but after a few years, he somehow got led to you.

older bf kento who’d give you flowers at least thrice a week while he’s at work. the bouquets would include little notes with neat handwriting. now he just waits for your message—a picture of you and the bouquet.

older bf kento who schedules a lot of dates, different restaurants too... he’d call you and say something like,

“don’t cook tonight, here’s some money—get yourself all dolled up f’me... i’ll pick you up at 7. i love you, sweetheart.”

older bf kento who doesn’t like it when you stay up all night waiting for him during the times he’d work overtime... giving you a playful scolding but eventually getting you to bed.

older bf kento who just listens to your recent gossips, he isn’t really fond of what you called ‘tea’ but he tries to keep up, especially when you’re using those slangs that he can’t understand... boy, he has to lock in.

older bf kento who is just the most caring person out there. some may see him as intimidating or scary due to his lack of facial expressions... but he really isn’t! he’s just not used to that... he really tries to work on it!

just older bf kento who loves his little girlfriend very much.

swu’s note: i’m actually so sleepy, if there r any grammatical errors, do not mind them... it’s either my sleepy state or just my english in general... also, sorry if i don’t serve anym... taking a break from writing drains my brain juice

[hopeluna]

Imagine Logan dating/married to reader who’s always wearing some kind of lip product. Lipsticks, glosses, chapsticks in multiple colors and flavors all sit in a drawer, organized neatly, for her to choose one to wear every single day.

Because of this, Logan is always walking around with either a color faintly staining his lips, just a bit of extra shine or some glitter on them, or a slight taste that gets stuck from all the kisses he steals from reader. The moment he sees her applying something onto her lips in the morning, he’s quick to step next to her, holding her face so gently with his rough hands so he can press multiple pecks against her lips. “Looks great, bub” he whispers with his gruff voice in between the many kisses.

By the time he’s finished, she has to apply another layer of whatever she had on before to make it look even again while Logan goes on with his usual morning routine. He does notice the staining but leaves it there, after all, it will reappear anyway during the day.