#does things to me

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna Dyes His Hair

You were just teasing him.

"Pink like a petite little rose."

"Shut it."

They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.

"Pink like a sweet strawberry."

"Strawberries are red."

Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.

"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.

"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes. 

Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.

Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.

He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.

It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.

After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression. 

You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.

"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.

You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?

“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks. 

It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then. 

You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.

"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.

"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?" 

[pascha-chan]

Everybody say:

Thank you Tekken 8 for the DADDYfication of Kazuya

[severemiraclefest]

[chaotictarlos]

I had to gif this for science okay....

[cherboxishere]

Vash and his bodyguard WOO

technically??? First day of #tritober even if it doesn’t fit with the theme much :’D

outfit taken from Pinterest cause it was just perfect for him

Reshares appreciated!!

[leounderseas]

Singular jackass doodle from a whiteboard I was in

[9h05t-f4c3]

me too Roy, me too.

(not a ship post just me using Roy as a reaction pic dhdhsjjshdhd)

[stoned-eren]

why does eren have so much bread. who on earth needs that much bread. either way i’m fucking him

[medicinelarrie]

Can we talk about the last 'I didn't have to search 'cause I STILL. KNOW. YOUR. NUMBER.' in Chicago? Because that does something to me

[liliths-gardens]

😳😳😳

[avesgraveyard]

can i request a snippet for the upcoming chapter??? pretty pretty please??

ofc sweetie,

“Baaarty,” Evan slurs joyfully, stumbling into Barty’s arms and resting his head on his friend’s shoulder. He can’t bear to look at the world that’s spinning around him or he’ll be sick. And while the steadiness and heat of Barty’s shoulder feel amazing right now, he can’t help the confusing, troubling feeling that curls up in his stomach as he rests there. “You’re hereee.”

“Yeah, baby, you had us all worried sick,” he hears Barty murmur, wrapping an arm around Evan’s shoulder and smoothing his wet hair back from his forehead. Now, Evan knows that Sober Evan would have pushed these arms off him and stomped off in a huff (though he’s really having trouble remembering why). But the problem is Barty is warm, he’s so delightfully warm, and Drunk Evan is finding it hard to care about Sober Evan’s issue with Barty touching him because he’s having a really nice time being wrapped up.

[rowuwu]

I love the song taxi cab a little...too much

[parttimesarah]

[ramp-it-up]

@jazzy_joness Trottin on beat into tomorrow like…🐎💁🏽‍♀️

Brighter

ft. @kevinogarrett 💫

Tomorrow.

[dianastrength]

"Ich weiß, was du letzte Staffelpause getan hast"

Wir lieben die rosa Wand.

Wir lieben Herzchenaugen und Cardigan-Joko.

Wir lieben die und die lieben sich.

Passt.

[mydarlingscotsman]