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#he makes me insane
alaboadoa · 7 months
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neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.
uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.
you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.
he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.
however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"
neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.
it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.
the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.
“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.
it's far from over.
he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.
neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.
you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.
it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.
he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.
the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.
not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.
"what are you doing? i am going to be late."
"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.
"you have to do my hair."
"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."
your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.
no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.
but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.
you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.
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willowser · 5 days
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i really think having an emotional connection is so important to bakugou sexually.
like, i think he has to be in the exact right mood in order to get off by himself at home alone. can't be too tired, can't be too stressed out, can't have too much on his mind regarding work or other things, and even if it's been a while and his body is sensitive and wanting for it—if his head is not right, he can sit there for hours and never reach his peak.
which is why i think ultimately he doesn't do it that often, because it pisses him off to waste the time and not find the release. makes him more agitated. i think porn for the most part doesn't help him because he's too picky, literature probably helps a bit more, but he's still picky, and his imagination can get him there, but his headspace has to be right.
i think he's slow to hands-on stuff, when your relationship starts, and you can tell he's going to be like that pretty quickly. he responds to your touch like it's an accident; you reach out to hold his hand and he pulls his back like your knuckles have knocked by chance, like you're too close. it's not meant to be a rejection of any kind, it's just—he doesn't want you to touch him if you don't want to. if you don't mean to.
but when he realizes that you mean to, that you want to—
it has him skyrocketing. surprises him terribly, the affect you have on his body, and how quickly, because not even he can always have that affect on his own body.
you reach up to push some hair out of his face and your fingers skirt his cheekbone and he feels like a stupid gross disgusting puddle of mush. you loop your arm through his and lean into him while you're walking and he feels like a prize, like he's yours and you're his and you want everybody to know and that gives him a rush of pride that makes his head woozy.
he's dropping you off at home after date number he-doesn't-know and you're staring up at him outside your front door and he knows he should kiss you so he does and his whole body lights up with a heat he doesn't recognize at all. just from that.
and then he finally gets it: that heart-aching, stomach turning, body shaking want he's only ever heard about, and now finally feels.
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hosseinis · 9 months
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trent crimm + the crinkly smile
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chronicowboy · 4 months
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i love that andy weir never kills his protagonists. it would be so easy to. at so many points. by all means they Should be dead. mark gets stranded on mars and the planet works against him at every turn. jazz's suit fails on the surface of the moon and she feels herself begin to die. ryland is sent on a suicide mission then gives up his chance at return for his friend. they should all have died. multiple times in some cases. but they don't!!! because weir isn't writing tragedies, he's writing stories of hope and humanity. they survive even when it should be impossible for them to because of connection. simple as that.
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rv3rblog · 7 months
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gaz wears your initial around his neck btw. he wears his tags obv its protocol but he has another necklace that has your initial to remind him that it’s you he’s fighting for. it’s you he has waiting at home.
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titancanvas · 3 months
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mai !! for your ask game . . how about boyfie gojo or toji ? 🫶🏻
𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 . . . he spoils you like no other — lavish outings to five star restaurants and booking out boutiques so you could give him your own private little fashion show, but also because he can't keep his hands off you when you're parading around in pretty little skimpy pieces he'd end up tearing off you anyways. the type to get jealous but ends up being cocky about it whenever he happens to notice someone staring a little too long at you. "you seriously think she'd fuck you when I'm dicking her down so good she can't walk?" hands on your waist, always. perhaps a teasing little smack on your ass when he deems no one is looking. got a mirror fitted on the ceiling above his bed so he could watch all the pretty faces you make for him since you're always looking away. makes you ride him, fingers digging into soft and supple skin, lazily meeting your hips with his own as he coos, "aw, baby... you crying? you need more from me? be a good girl for me and take it."
be my boyfriend?
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mcondance · 10 months
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okay so hiii the high sex w/ hobie has been plaguing my mind since the minute i first saw him...like first there's no way he isn't a stoner....and second... something about him shotgunning into my mouth before he puts his fingers in it too? too good...
ARE YOU HIGH SEX HOBIE ANON?2!/7/&/ YOUR BRAIN I LOVE YOU SMSJSJ.
i’m going crazy imagining him going “open up, pretty girl” before blowing the smoke into your mouth and just barely letting his lips brush against yours.. chasing the smoke with his fingers and watching with low eyes as you suck on them with eyes matching his.
i would say more but.. i gotta make this into a fic.. or some headcanons or smth.. yous a goddamn visionary.
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urwendii · 3 months
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You have to give it to Maedhros to hear about Lúthien and Beren's theft victory and be like LOVE! love is how we will win !!!! And go and plan a huge battle plan with Fingon. Because he believed in the cause! He truly believed that love would be enough. And then Fingon died. And everything went to shit and he stopped caring. Because love actually matters not in these lands. Because Fingon gave him another life, and Maedhros' failure took his as payment. Because all he has left now is the Oath. And death.
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vicartless · 3 months
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Happy human holiday 🤭🎁🎄
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It snowed today so drew little winter Darling (I'm normal I swear)
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alevens · 2 months
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"and then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like..."
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devotion-ismy-emotion · 3 months
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My love for you knows no boundaries and I’m insanely violent over you, darling.
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wickedwitchofthesouth · 2 months
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I am still thinking about Castiel walking out on Dean during the divorce arc... After he apologized, after he held his tounge because I fucking know cas would have had some shit to say after Dean got Jack killed (and yes he did. nothing will ever change my mind on that)
But mostly I'm thinking about what was going through castiels head when he left. What emotions was he feeling? I'm sure he was sad, devastated even. But I wonder if he felt some tiny, distant, and undoubtedly dreadful inkling of relief at the thought of never seeing Dean again. Not because he was angry with Dean (which he had every right to be) but because not seeing Dean would have meant that he wouldn't be able to achieve true happiness
And not achieving true happiness at that point would have meant the empty leaving him alone, which would have in turn meant getting to live longer.
It would have meant getting to feel Dean's presence on earth for longer. It would have meant getting to admire humanity for longer. It would have meant getting to love Dean for longer
Even if it meant he would have only loved him from a far, Cas would be okay with that. He wouldn't be happy but atleast he'd be alive
Because god, at least he could still love him.
Maybe Cas left because he didn't want to be forgiven. Maybe he knew that forgiveness would leave him crawling back for more.
And the deal he'd made had bound his wrists in chains that read "more is less"
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rakkuntoast · 5 months
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as a qphilza main seeing this man losing himself in the purgatory is great, amazing even
I hope him killing that egg comes with repercussions, I hope he gets called out for being a hypocrite
I hope that the so called angel of death falls from grace
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olasketches · 3 months
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sukuna is actually messier that he let’s on. he acts like a deity, which everyone falls for… everyone except for yuuji that is. yuuji despises sukuna, sukuna despises yuuji and honestly if it weren’t for yuuji (and uraume, but on that later) all of us would probably only see sukuna as some evil god that only wants to corrupt and destroy which truthfully… is exactly what we see most of the time. however, sukuna never refers to himself as the honoured one or the strongest or even the king of curses it’s everyone else who does (even the narrator), but he still plays along. the only time we can see him act rather casually is when he’s around uraume cause even around them he doesn’t really act like an evil god everyone sees him as. another instance is yuuji. yuuji has got to be the only person that gets on sukuna’s nerves and doesn’t revel in his god like greatness. in fact he defines it and sukuna does not like that one bit. that’s why he retorts to petty insults that don’t even hold much weight and only says more about sukuna himself than yuuji, which also reveals sukuna's own inner conflict. sukuna is not a deity as much as he wants to act like one. he has has this messy and dare even I say human side to him that only two people managed to get access to.
sukuna is someone who actively rejects his humanity - turning and twisting it into something that fits his ideal worldview - but he can’t completely escape it no matter how much he tries to…
Q: Does he still posses the memories when he was a human?
A: Seems like he does. There’s only subtle recognition from Sukuna himself and everyone around him that Sukuna is “human”. 
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