#thank u nonnie!!

[faebriel]

Super Niki au my absolute beloved.. the more information I get the more crazy I get

(hi sorry this sat in the inbox for like two months anon for some reason i was hoping something more substantial would appear out of thin air. it didn't btw.) regardless of that! fuck yeah anon i'm with you on that

i think a superhero niki story would have to have a real focus on the mundane. like the nitty gritty details of "how do you conceal your identity from people in your superhero costume?" "how do you fit patrols into your week? you can't possibly do them every day." all that! again i think this comes back to me being really attached to the 'everyman' side of c!niki it makes me want to imbue that feeling into everything i write with her. in this au i think she does work at a bakery (good for her) but when the shit starts to hit the fan she disengages from her job, stops taking on the extra duties she usually does at work, stops caring, eventually stops showing up. etc. this is probably related to how she ends up crashing with fundy and hbomb after The Puffychu Divorce (superniki edition)

here are a few other miscellaneous thoughts i've been having:

i've been having more of a think about emerald duo in this au, and i think i know how i picture them being. so phil is wilbur's dad, techno is phil's friend, techno and wilbur define their relationship in vastly different ways, etc etc the standard. oh but they're both supervillains. not for any particular reason they kind of liked mucking around causing mayhem first and then came up with an ideology later. anyway phil's retired and techno Would Like to be retired but he's still looped into the job due to Shenanigans (blood god related mb?). wilbur is fully aware of this and goes to him to be like 🥺 help i need ideas when he decides to go supervillain mode

oh! and wilbur's alter ego name is chekhov ^-^

and so the syndicate in this au is......................... a book club. yes for real

okay look i was thinking about what to do with the syndicate and i didn't really want to have them end up as a Bad Ass Villain Posse because i think niki needs to retire or at least be a superperson part time after everything that happens. so instead, she ends up meeting phil and techno and they help her ease into super semi-retirement ^-^ and ofc phil and techno appreciate having another friend who Gets It around. they are literally just like a book club and a mild support group in this au in a very silly way and i like it

i've spoken a bit about fundy and hbomb in this au... yeah niki lives with them after breaking up with puffy. not 100% sure where jack fits in. maybe he's another low ish level vigilante running around and tries to ally with niki? i can't imagine any allegiances she makes in that mental state (without the history she and jack had as l'manbergians in canon) would last very long. maybe she sees a bit of herself in him. they both call each other out for being emotionally immature idiots and then go and do the exact same thing themself. hypocrites

oh and i think i've mentioned niki making her own costume before!! i imagine as a fire based superhero she buys PPE (like from a tradie joint) and modifies it to be 1. functional and 2. fashionable. this does in fact mean that hi-vis yellow + orange are her colours in this au....

and below the cut is a treat: a snippet i wrote of a scene where after a big fight, wilbur finds himself patching up his wounds in the same safety stash as this city's very own friendly neighbourhood superhero (who wants to beat his ass)......

“Why do you hate me?”

The stubborn rasp in his voice surprises even him. As for the woman on the other side of the room, her shoulders draw tight - like a wild animal arching its back, a show of anger. The question, then – should Wilbur interpret such a motion as defensiveness, or as a threat? “What makes you say that?” she asks. Her voice runs high with the question – a quiet sound, like a flute's soft alto, though it rasps slightly through the sound of a voice changer. Idly, Wilbur wonders whether it is worth asking where she got it. Or how she fashioned it, perhaps. God knows he needs one. Chekhov might manage perfectly fine in the midst of faceless reporters and supervillains – the proper kind – who haven't seen the light of city streets in years, but if Wilbur were to cross paths with someone he knew as himself (god forbid, someone like Tommy) his voice would give him away quick as anything.  (His heart aches, briefly, when he thinks of his brother.) Part of him tries to unpick what her voice would sound like without it. It’s difficult not to fixate on these small things – perhaps because the bigger things provide him with so little in comparison. Her voice is quiet, a little difficult to pick the sounds apart around the staticky rumble of the voice changer, but far from timid. There’s a stubborn timbre to it. (Something in it is familiar. But that thought is patently ridiculous, and Wilbur is impatient, and so it is dismissed.)

[scene continues]

"Am I," Wilbur pauses, wets his lips – it almost feels as if the fire is still flickering beneath his skin, energising and scorching all at once. "Am I that horrible? Is there something – do you see something so inherently terrible in me that you just have to strike it down? Is that it?" Her powder-keg silence sparks, ignites, her scowl a torn-open slash even beneath the planes of her mask, embroiled in sudden fury. "Don't flatter yourself - "  "Ah, and there it is!" To her credit, she doesn't stagger back as he lights up – if anything, her affect is unimpressed. "Show us the blaze, firebug! What – what drives you? What lights your fuse?" "Do you even know what you are?" she retorts. Oh, she's caught on the hook, now. "You know what you are?" What is Wilbur expecting? Proud, arrogant perhaps – delusional wouldn't be anything new, or any of the crueler words from that stock. Wouldn't be the first time he'd been called some variety of son of a bitch bastard, either. Who is he, to this spectre of flame? He's asking honestly, though he doubts she believes in his integrity. "You're a liar," she continues, words stubborn and fierce and almost unwieldy. "You – you are so selfish, and so cruel – you take, and you take and you take and you don't think for a second of the people you're taking from. You don't think anything of them. You're a liar," and when she repeats these words, they sound like smoke – "and you know what? I hate liars. I hate them." The words sink into him like stones. How does she know? he asks himself. How does she know? He doesn't ask her that. Knowing his patience, he'd be lucky for an answer, anyway - instead he just suggests, "you speak like you're familiar on the subject, then?" If it's even possible, her scowl drives itself deeper into her face - like tyre tracks driven into mud, an ugly slash of drawn brows and what he can only assume is teeth bared behind that voice changer of hers. She looks at him like he isn't worth a single thing on this earth. "Yeah, well," she spits. "I've had my fair share, with bastards like you."

[dearestxiao]

I'm so thrilled to see you posting again eeee!! Your writing has always been some of my favourite stuff to read and it's lovely to know that you're doing well <3 also your oc stuff HELLO?? love love love

thank you thank you thank you!! I'm seriously always surprised to see people who've missed/liked the old blog. it's fun to be back!! although to be honest, I'm not entirely here. I really hope I haven't gotten anyone's hopes up TT. while I do love writing, I decided that if I were to ever come back, it'd be mostly to post things on a "when inspiration strikes," bases rather than everyday like I used to on my main blog. but I hope I can put out some things that make people happy every now and then at the very least (once I stop being insanely rusty and get back into the grooves of things).

ooooo as for ocs, I've always wanted to do oc/general yandere concepts (untied to any canon character) stuff so I'm really hoping that if I post more about them then maybe people might be into them? thank you for liking my very shabby little zombie oc hehe. I swear they'll get better as I derust (don't quote me on that though fr).

[hendolish]

re the poll ive never seen any mase/dec content on tumblr either 🤷‍♀️ (believe me ive looked) i know theres quite a bit on ao3 tho 🫶

ooo thank you !! i will be checking it out 👀👀

[milf-propaganda]

1, 2, 4

1. Top turn on?

touching me-that’s it. touching my arm, my ribs, just like touch me and let me know you want me

2. Last time you had sex with the opposite gender?

never! hopefully it stays that way <3

4. Last time you masturbated?

literally 4hrs ago otherwise i wouldn’t have an answer for this bc truly wouldn’t know

[clownleys]

Thinking about you stressing over the all the academic stuff, you just have to be a Patron Saint of Coffee/Caffeine. All those new academics are praying to you over a cup of coffee or an energy drink to get through the exams and I guess you just devoured all their anxiety, that's why you're so stressed.

(btw I hope exams go well for you! Hang in there, I'm sure it'll turn out good!)

ohhh, this one hits very close to home! in a poetic way tho, i'm impressed how you managed to add magic to this academic crunch <3

what else could i be the saint patron of?

[eddiesghxst]

eddie throwing his back out giving you everything he has and ofc it hurts like a bitch the next day and he wants you again and again and again

🫶

ITS GIVING OLDER EDDIE HELLO

18+ — MINORS DNI

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the next morning eddie’s making breakfast and he dramatically groans whenever he reaches up to grab something from the cabinets until you finally crack and ask, “what’s wrong, baby?”

he just jokingly glares at you and goes, “you destroyed my back, that’s what’s wrong. the last time i had this much sex was in my twenties, i’m not equipped for this.” he grumbles, reaching back to rub at his lower back.

you roll your eyes, stepping forward to slink your hands around his waist, pressing your body up against his back and kissing the bare skin between his shoulders, “for what it’s worth, even though you’ve got a shitty back, your refractory period makes up for it,” you joke, patting his stomach and kissing his back once again, pressing a smile into his skin when he grunts in response.

“don’t have much of a choice, do i? i’ve got a succubus for a girlfriend.”

you hum, “that’s weird, last i remember it was you asking for one more round, wasn’t it?”

you stretch onto the tips of your toes to rest your chin against his shoulder to peer down at his skilled hands hard at work preparing your meal, and eddie doesn’t bother glancing at you as he responds, “not sure, things start to blur after the third big-O.”

you hum as a teasing smile spreads across his lips, “whatever you say, big guy.” you playfully nip at his shoulder and he hisses, batting you away as you giggle, turning to lean against the counter beside him so you’re facing him, “when you’re done with this, come and i’ll give you a massage for your achey old man back, hm?”

eddie glances away from his task to look at you, “that pretty little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”

you tilt your head with a sly grin, voice smooth and sultry as you speak, “is that a threat, musnon?”

eddie let’s out an exasperated noise and looks at you with narrowed eyes, “can a man cook in peace, please? or at least without you trying to get in my pants like i’m some harlot,”

you raise your eyebrows and motion down to his crotch, the unmistakable print of his hardening length pressing against the seam of his sweatpants, “seems like he enjoys it.”

eddie playfully shoves you away then, muttering for you to get out of the kitchen and you giggle, yelping when he swats at your behind, “ow! what was that for?” you whine, rubbing at your sore cheek. eddie grins, dicing a few onions and dropping them onto the stove, “for being such a goddamn minx. get out of here before i accidentally set this house on fire.”

and even though his back hurts like hell, he still ends up drilling your shit, but you have to take over midway because eddie’s poor back really might just croak on him and he swears if that happens, you’re paying for his medical bill <3

[coqvttes]

hey i love ur writing so much! can i request smt nsfw with konig please? :)

been thinking about könig with a total nymph for a girlfriend !

he’s always known your sex drive is high, but not this high. you just can’t help yourself when you climb onto his lap as he sits at his desk, flipping through paperwork. he looks stressed. being a colonel is hard work, and you're not making it any easier. he’s been working for what feels like an eternity, and he has no idea what’s got you so worked up. you just keep whining for him, and then you're grinding your sopping cunt all over his work trousers like you're in heat till he can’t concentrate anymore. your whimpers and moans as you move your hips back and forth onto his thighs are not helping either, and he feels his pants tighten. he tries his best to ignore you, wanting to get this work off his shoulders, but when you pull his cock out of his pants and start kissing his neck, he just can’t take it any longer. "what's got into you today?" he holds you up from under your thighs as he stands up suddenly, carrying you over to the bed. he plops you down and pushes your (his) shirt over your plump tits, and you mewl out in pleasure as he thrusts into you, finally giving you what you've been craving. "i can't work when you're distracting me like that, kleine maus." he growls while pounding into you, fucking your brains out.

[deunmiu-dessie]

you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)

♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙

ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.

despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡

it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)

and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙

you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )

especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.

[ghost-proofbaby]

okay no but bbf!perv!eddie unable to stop his hand from lingering a liiiitttle too long on your skin after he slaps the tattoo. obv he cant do anything too rough (although he would give anything to just be able to dig his fingers in to the soft skin there), but that's almost WORSE because instead you're aware of every one of his fingers on your overly sensitive skin, the warmth of his palm against your stinging ass, both soothing and burning at the same time

he doesn't even realise he's doing it, and you peek over your shoulder and nearly get a jumpscare at just how intense he looks - eyes fixed on where he's touching you, the boy is practically vibrating from holding himself back

HELPPPPPP

he should probably pull away.

he knows he should. he’s well aware his touch has long out-lingered its welcome on your warm skin. but he can’t. he tells his hand to drop, to come back to him, to just fall anywhere else but your ass — all his fingers do in response are curl into the flesh, feeling the soft muscle beneath his joints and his breath catch painfully between his ribs.

all he can do is squeeze softly and stare at where his skin is meeting yours. all he can do is continue to take abnormally deep breaths, teetering on the verge of gasping as his stare starts to burn hotter than where he’d slapped your skin.

“e-eddie?”

you’re all nervous laughter and wide eyes, and it almost makes it worse when you stutter out his name. somewhere between a plea and a sigh, falling between the raveens of asking him to stop touching you and begging him to never stop.

“sorry,” he whispers, but his hand doesn’t move.

“can you…” can you move your hand? can you stop driving me insane? can you stop looking at me like some helpless prey and igniting this damned warmth in my belly that is 10 seconds from turning this entire friendship to ash? “can you do it again?”

eddie munson’s heart officially stops. the last and hardest beat of it echoes in his silent chest and he’s looking up at you wildly, stunned, quietly. for the first time since he’s met you, his tongue has become a foreign and heavy object not fit for his instruction.

and you take his silence as a no. you take his silence as you pushing too far and projecting one too many fantasie onto him for a final time. you take his lack of response as a you just fucked everything up, idiot.

“i’m- fuck, i’m sorry,” you start, “forget i ask-“

“again?”

his hand finally moves, and it’s trailing down now, fingers dancing along the back of your thigh in unsure movements. not ready to no longer feel you. not ready to leave the moment.

piqued interest, palpable curiosity, buzzing eagerness — there’s not one sliver of disgust in his tone.

it’s the only reason you’re brave enough to wear a fragile smile as you nod, cheek lowering to the pillow as you say it more surely this time, “again.”

this time, the slap is more deliberate.

and this time, it lands where you want it. between the apex of your thighs, stinging in a way far more pleasurable than before, making you cry out a bit more surely this time.

maybe it’s his sudden smirk. maybe it’s his dark eyes. or maybe it’s that goddamn tent in his pants and the wet spot he can’t hide from you.

yeah. he’ll do it again. he’ll do it as many times as you ask for it, because this time, he gets it.

you both get it.

[chuluoyi]

in your love entries series, how would gojo react to finding out his daughter (who is in elementary/middle school) is potentially getting bullied or picked on? 🥺 like his daughter comes home one day from school and she’s acting off or hiding any bruises and gojo is trying to figure out what’s going on while using his Father Senses™️ :(

your son is sweet on most days, but he can be prickly when he deems satoru is making no sense at all. he’s not overly full of energy like him—he’s calmer like you, and for a kid, he isn’t exactly a crybaby.

and so when satoru sees how he comes back from his school one day with slightly red-rimmed eyes and clutching his arm, he immediately knows that he is definitely upset.

“did something happen?” he got down on his knees to inspect him. your son is just five, and if he’s looking like this, then definitely something isn’t right. “hey…?”

something inside him—his fatherly instincts—soars the moment your baby’s lips wobble in an attempt to hold back a sniffle, and he immediately pulls the hand covering his arm gently to reveal a red mark on it.

“who did this to you, hmm?” his voice deflates an octave lower. it’s his son. his precious baby. anyone daring enough to do this definitely picks the wrong opponent. his expression must have been grim enough that your son finally breaks and lets out a sob.

“t-they… pushed me,” he cries, and the sound is like knives to satoru’s heart. “they s-said… w-wearing glasses i-is… stupid…”

it’s like someone has twisted those knives in his chest. his son inherits his cursed eyes and he’ll have an even harder time if he doesn’t wear black glasses. but in the end the fact remains—it’s because of him.

satoru immediately brings him into his arms, patting him soothingly in the back, disregarding his brewing anger. “there, there… no, you’re not stupid. remember, you have good eyes. we do. sometimes people might take it the wrong way… but don’t let them get to you, yeah?”

“b-but… what if they k-keep doing this..?”

“shh. no, mark my words—they won’t.”

and when his son hugs him back in return, clinging onto him, satoru knows what he has to do.

the next day, he personally picks his son up from school, and your sweet boy can only wonder why those who picked on him yesterday aren’t in his class anymore.

[faebriel]

what’s everything like for Niki post-games? Does she actually have any effect on the Capitol itself?

that is a good question!! i was thinking about this. re: the effect she has on the capitol... i'm kind of inclined to say. no? maybe a little but largely no. not yet.

as far as niki's life post-games - i think she kind of spent the games clinging to just win, just win, just win and we'll cross the other bridge when we get there. which is kind of fair, considering how whip-quick she had to go from i don't care if i die, i won't perform for them to i must smile and dance and sing and kill just long enough to get us both out of here.

i don't think the capitol especially likes her. i mean, number one, schlatt is the president, which is basically a niki-specific orbital level threat in any universe (/silly). while she was a perfectly nice tribute on the surface she wasn't the favourite to win, and people in high places did notice her stubbornness when she first arrived, and no one is happy about how she won. i'm thinking that she really did manage to do some damage to the arena and unearth something flammable when she set the fire - the fire damage could be written off as a flashy accident made by a scared tribute, but people know she fanned the flames on purpose. it was kind of a dirty way to win. it showed imperfections in the arena and in the system, and that is not good for her.

(and niki's not thinking about that when she sets the fire. she's thinking oh god oh fuck scared tired hurt hurt hurt bleeding i'm going to die here i'm going to die i'm going to - because she does not play this stupid ass political game. when niki needs to survive, she just survives. she's too busy trying to win one game to even register that she's simultaneously playing another.)

so it's not great. her family's probably not dead yet, or any of her friends in 12 (bear or sophie, maybe?) but it's definitely a conversation that's been had. worst of all, capitol or schlatt or whoever have probably noticed by now her attachment to this random avox, which is not fantastic news for wilbur.

i think because of the type of person schlatt is, he'd be more likely to keep wilbur as a living hostage until niki outlives her usefulness as the most recent victor. you can only kill a guy once, but behave on your victory tour or loverboy gets it has like, infinite usage on these two.

also, considering emerald duo as district 13 (which admittedly i haven't thought as much about because i think the capitol structure is fucked up and interesting to explore and i don't want to pull them away from that too fast) - they would not operate district 13 the same way as canon does. i can't really see them advocating for a very specific mockingjay. i could see niki winning people inside the capitol over to their side, though, if she was very careful.

oh yeah - i think niki would get to know some of the other victors (and now, her fellow mentors)! she has a weird thing with the district 4 victor from two years ago. yes i'm talking about puffy. but honestly, i think niki would go very quickly from i don't want anything to do with these people to oh god we went through the same shit... i could see her being an unexpected force of unity for former victors, especially with how quickly and easily niki makes friends. i think that is something that could have an unexpected, mutinous effect throughout the capitol.

[lovlidollie]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRoEkHLM/

babe i saw this and IMMEDIATELY though of crybaby!reader x rafe

im obsessed

(link)

nonnie. nonnie u don’t understand how obsessed i am with this. this is so her. it’s so crybaby!reader n rafe omgomgomg THE HANDHOLDING THING IS SO REAL she would legitimately burst into tears if rafe let go without letting her know beforehand and even if he did tell her she’d still end up crying anyway :( she always wants to be with him no matter what he’s doing and it’s real hard for him to say no, i like to think rafe doesn’t have the capabilities to be patient, but for crybaby!reader he tries his hardest to be the softest version of himself :c

[uc1wa]

if ur asking for kinktober requests... dick grayson or roy harper... maybe playing with some ropes... maybe a little hate... maybe overstimulation... maybe edging... idk just throwing out ideas im feening

-🎀

dick hated when he had to be the bad guy. he hated when you’d run your mouth and be a brat, because that was just proof that you couldn’t be the good girl he knew you could be. he’s seen you on your best behavior before, so why couldn’t you just stay that way?

maybe if you could hold the title of his good girl, you wouldn’t have a rope that’s tied your hands on either side of the bed posts. maybe if you didn’t run your mouth at dinner, you wouldn’t have your own cum dripping out of your swollen cunt from fingers alone. maybe if you apologized instead of being a brat, throwing around words you didn’t mean when you got home, dick wouldn’t be sat on his knees between your legs, nasty smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you squirm with flushed cheeks.

brat taming was something dick didn’t know he had the ability to do, that is, until he met you. the man was used to women falling under his every word without a complaint or say so. that’s how it always has been. he didn’t know women had the ability to have the mouth that you did.

"two words, princess," his voice was rough and mean. have you never heard of an apology before? apparently not by the way you shake your head and refuse to meet his eye, groaning out something instead.

dick’s cock was becoming excruciatingly hard, and his own strokes of his hand weren’t cutting it. he wasn’t going to fuck you until you apologized, half-promised that to himself when he’d opened the door to his home. but, he had his own needs too.

his hands sit on either side of your torso, knees underneath your thighs as he teasingly brings his length to rub against your folds and clit. never pushing inside, but pushing himself past your entrance with help of your wet slick.

overstimulated and fucked out, you whimper and whine underneath the man. unknowing if you want his cock to fill you up or if you want nothing to do with him at all. your body can’t decide when you attempt to writhe away from him, but your pussy flutters while doing so.

"two words, fucking slut," he reminds, hot breath fanning your face. he lowers his head, pressing a rough kiss to your cheek in which you attempt to move away from. "c’mon, be my good girl. y’know i don’t like being mean to you baby."

the sweetness of his words almost make your guard fall, wanting to turn and lock your lips with his. but you don’t. instead turning your head to scrunch your brows at him and pull your lips back. "’m a good girl, you’re just dumb," you say, words ending in a whine at the feeling of dick’s tip pushing against your clit.

dick’s teeth find their way into your neck, sucking a dark purple hickey and then pulling back with his cock in hand. his eyes never leave yours as he pumps himself a few more times.

and then his tip reaches you again, only this time he pushes only the beginning of his length inside of you as you squirm and moan below him. he thinks it’s cute, the way you’re helpless until you say the two words he wants you to say.

"wanna be a slut?" he questions, letting only his tip fill your entrance. his eyes move down to watch the way your cunt’s reacting, attempting to suck it inwards despite your nasty words.

with one fluid and fast motion, he bottoms out in you. the entirety of his length filling you up and kissing the sweet spot inside of you. dick doesn’t care for the moans or whines you give. doesn’t care that your hands are balled into fists and pulling on the rope he tied tight.

"i’ll fuck you like a slut then."

[chrollogy]

Atsumu is really good at being a setter for volleyball and masterminded his players (as he thinks it) but god damn I feel like he’s like 90% moron otherwise. When he first got his own place, he called his Ma about laundry and pestered his brother about cooking. (“TSUMU DO NOT MICROWAVE ALUMINUM FOIL!! DUMBASS!”) and when you start dating him, you realize he’s a moron but god damn it, you think you’re moronsexual cause you’re in love with him.

i SEE the vision nonnie 😫 <3

atsumu naturally becomes so smart and skilful when it comes to playing volleyball that you can literally see the gears turning in his head throughout the whole game !! and you’d think this would carry over to basic life and cooking skills but oh you were so so wrong :<

he also doesn’t know himself why he can’t get the simple concepts in his skull (how the hell would he know not to put foil inside the microwave??? he just doesn’t get it!) but when you came along, you could really see him make effort—sometimes you’d see his search history with sentences like ‘do i have to separate dark laundry from coloured laundry’ ‘why is it bad to put foil inside the microwave’ ‘what type of detergent to use’ the list could go on, and on, and you found it absolutely adorable >< not only because he’s trying hard for you but also because he wants to be able to function independently when you’re not around !!

nonetheless, tsumu gets really shy, and whiny whenever you bring up his search history but you always remind him not to be ashamed of it because it shows him how much he loves you <3 and how much you’re hopelessly in love with him because despite some of his incompetencies (he’s working on them, trust!) you stayed by his side.

[jeongin-lvr]

Imagine being best friends with Chan and you go into subspace and he notices, never knew you were a sub until then... I just know I'd feel so safe with Chan 😣

Yesss and you don’t even need to be doing anything remotely sexual for this to happen it just does!! And he finds it adorable; when your big eyes travel to his fingers, suddenly innocently touching them or even his big biceps <33 but when he finally gets his chance to fuck you hes ecstatic because he gets to treat you like the perfect little sub you are!!

“Aw, baby, I know, I know,” Feigning sympathy while soothing your strawberry tinted cheeks, stroking his ego as big tears jerked from your eyes, “Big stretch, you got it.” He says as he pushes the last of his cock into you<3 he lives for the subtle, silent praises he gets from you when you become limp from his cock; or when you moan his name and dig your nails into his arms, those same tears from earlier back as he fucks you through another intense orgasm !

And then after when you’re still in sub space, clinging to his bare chest and whimpering out little “Channie’s” and “oh m so tired” he’s practically blushing. Gripping you by the waist and praising you, comforting hands enveloping your jaw as he goes to kiss you again— this time innocent and sweet. His words echo in your brain as he lulls you to sleep with his hand on your lower back, “You’re so cute like this.”

[awearywritersworld]

Idk if this would ever happen but if Yuji and reader had a kid how would Sukuna react to that 😭

oh me oh my!

i think sukuna would definitely be let down at first, and it'd be something that would really make him question his predicament and relationship with reader. he'd avoid interacting with the baby in any capacity whatsoever.

but then he would see the love you have in your eyes when you look at your daughter. he'd also notice the disappointment you try to hide at his disinterest, so little by little, he'd start paying more attention to her.

and even though the baby has yuuji's pink hair and his brown eyes, he'd realize that she has your nose and lips. that she laughs like you do. that she uses that same cute little pout you do whenever she's upset.

so while everyone says the baby strongly resembles yuuji, when sukuna holds her for the first time, he looks down at her with a soft expression and for the first time you hear— "she looks just like you"