#ty for sending this in

[wonusite]

how do u think daddy wonu would take care of bunny if she told him she was stressed with school… pls indulge me 🥹

fine but only bc i want to indulge myself.

you know wonwoo adores you, but this is only cemented when you send him a selfie of your stressed out self taking a study break. tbh you didn’t expect him to show up to your place just so he can give you the stress relief you desperately need.

“daddy!” you cry out, orgasm covering the lower half of his face.

it’s the second time he’s made you come on his tongue, but you know he’s not done with you yet. “give me another one, bunny. i know you have more for me.”

and you do. all he has to do is suck and slurp on your throbbing clit for you to fall over that blissful edge again. he laps up every drop of your release before he’s suddenly shoving his cock inside you. atp you’re nothing more than a babbling mess. tears cling to your eyelashes as his thick cock rams against your sweet spot over and over again.

“wa-want your cum, daddy.” you mewl, puffy clit fluttering as your cunt squeezes down on him.

you let out a loud cry when he starts fucking you harder until he’s shooting thick ropes of cum into your awaiting cunt. by this point, you’re an incoherent mess, desperately rutting against him as he keeps fucking into you like a madman.

wonu stays sheathed inside you, nose nuzzling against your shoulder as you mewl into his neck. you two stay like that until you buck your hips up into his. he lets out a low groan pulling back to see you giving him a fucked out smirk.

“‘m still stressed, daddy.”

[yandere-kokeshi]

How are you doing?

This is the funniest shit I've seen all day 😭

And I'm okay, surviving the last few days of Covid :). How about you?

[noodle8]

Oc of your choice as a witch?

i did a thing of ty!!!!! mad science witches have got to go around girlbossing :)

[alfys-pigeon-house]

Gonna bake a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, should I save a piece for you?

AHHHHHH YES PLS I LOVE CARROT CAKEW HAPPY BAKINGG!!

[spxcemuses]

@vampiric-bite​ asked: "What are you? A Wereshark? Actually that kinda sounds cool." Gale you can’t just ask people that- (have something for Mr. Shark)

[ Random Ask ] | Always Accepting

The large shark in question blinks a couple of times at the wolf (or who he thinks is a wolf) in front of him before letting out a humored laugh at the image of a were-shark. He’s never heard of those before, only werewolves, and those were only in the movies! Movies weren’t real, he knew that!

“ What? No! I’m just a regular shark, man! A great white, I think. Heheh, a were-shark does sound funny, though; imagine a fuzzy shark just walking around! ”

[v1r4l]

Send ★ for a talent headcanon for Crypto. 

Crypto being a pretty decent computer hacker is probably one of his more defining character traits, but I do think he has an unspoken talent which lies tangent to his obvious engineering ability, and this hits close to home!

Has anyone actually seen Hack, like, up close? The drone Crypto single-handedly designed himself prior to the events of the game? I’d like to think programming the drone with code and all that 1s and 0s is one thing, but to come up with the form (aka the housing for the tech inside), how it looks like appearance-wise… is something else entirely. It actually takes some serious product design knowledge and ability and... I’m saying this as a recent industrial design graduate, a course which took me four painful years to graduate from— Crypto’s design work is. Pretty fucking insane. 

So I’d hazard a guess that drawing/sketching is his secret talent, or hell, maybe even product design is. It’s also possible I’m purely projecting, too. Being a product designer isn’t as kickass a title as being a hacker who ‘breaks the game’, so. It’s probably why Crypto is the surveillance expert, and I HC him being a talented inventor. 

I know these things are obviously done by the wonderful Danny Gardner, lead concept artist at Respawn — but can you imagine. At one point Crypto’s sat at his desk, doing these kickass elaborate sketches and concepts while running on caffeine fumes?

And if you think Hack looks complex enough… holy fucking shit, you probably haven’t seen Hack’s controller, which is ingeniously based off the complexity of a rubrik’s cube.

Design isn’t just about making things look cool, it’s also about optimising space and ensuring that the tech parts slot together well and work efficiently enough nine times out of ten. The fact that Crypto pulls this off so well and even uses his invention competitively shows that he’s. I don’t know. Either a genius or extremely committed to what he does.

Also this sorta ties into my interpretation of his age. I know Crypto lied on his ‘resume’ and said he’s (thirty-one) a lot older than he is currently (early to mid 20s) to cover up his identity. While it’s possible Crypto’s upbringing and  presumed homeschooling gives him a shitload amount of time to pursue his own hobbies and hone his craft by his 20s, I do think it takes a lot of maturity and experience to be able to get to where he is — and thirty-one is a reasonable age to achieve all that. I’m supposedly as old as Crypto’s canonical age, but I don’t think I’d be able to reach his level, and I don’t even know jack about engineering! 

So I’m okay with him not being a young, prodigious inventor; which seems like a recurring trope amongst Asian characters in video games. But I don’t know. I wanna be true to his character, but I also want to be realistic. I’m torn between the two. 

@afraidofchange​

[inkskinned]

the car broke down by the denny's where you used to work and therefore could never return to. i am trying to pick out the satisfying parts of my life, one-by-one, like i am 12 and in a frog dissection. everything in my life all viscera and formaldehyde. if i can sort the good things from the bad things, i will have a nice clean pile.

i call you and make it sound like i am happy and hangin' in there! when really i am kicking a rock and i am outside without a jacket and i am so in love with you it makes the little bones in my ear shake. someone called my tinnitus an angel choir. i like that it means i carry the echo of every concert.

this isn't the right setting for love. this is a roadside, and a denny's, and i am nauseous and ashamed i never escaped the town where i grew up. the clouds here are this strange yellow, like spilled sour milk. "someone once told me that the orange coating on the teeth of a beaver is due to the particularly high rate of iron in their enamel," i tell you. "the beaver is the largest rodent native to north america."

your voice is crackly on the other end. i'm going into a garage soon, i might lose you.

what i should be doing is calling the tow truck and explaining that my brother's car (that i'm borrowing) (that i broke now, i guess) needs to be lifted by another, bigger, stronger car (which is love too, i guess).

i shouldn't say so much. i should wait, and let you ask about my mom, and ask if i ever got over that cold, or how it's going at work. i should let you lead the conversation, for once, so the love doesn't leak out of me into the gravel. i open my mouth anyway. "if you had to choose between being a beaver with very few trees or being a tree around a bunch of beavers, which would it be?"

i don't know. your voice always has this warm cast to it when you talk to me, but maybe i am just imagining that - i am a poet, though, so i imagine things sort of chronically. through the static, you sound like you're laughing. are you the beaver?

i know, like, logically, not to fall in love with a girl-that-is-your-best-friend. like, who would i even call if we broke up? you're my best friend, you're the person i'd want to speak to. so what if these last few months we keep sleeping over at each other's houses, calling each other for hours, sending each other poems. so what if you keep wrapping your fingers into mine. no best friends. that is the first rule. what you are supposed to do in that situation is leave the situation.

but my car broke down, so. where exactly am i going to go? the car is a very-old chevvy and also where i almost-but-not-quite kissed you after you'd raised one shoulder and looked up at me and said i don't know, i think i'm straight, but for the right person - i'd try anything. the music had been good and it had been raining and your thick eyelashes had made me feel god crawling up my throat like a spider. and i didn't kiss you, because i am a coward.

anyway on the chevy the whole exhaust pipe fell out, and is now scraping on the ground like one silver finger stroking the back of the highway. recently we were watching netflix in my bed and you pushed my hair back from my face like you were making the slowest, most desperate prayer, and then your boyfriend called. i remember us both jumping. i couldn't look at you in the eyes for like a week after. i kept feeling the heat of your fingerprint; computer science, you'd unlocked something dark in me.

google says the closest tow (joe's pick up) is 50 minutes away and also closed permanently. so that's not great. you live in another state and i should be calling my insurance company. i should be calling anybody else. this is not helping. i need an uber. i need to get moving. instead i say: "i need three words for a poem."

yesterday i said love you, goodnight after our 2 hour call like always and then you just, like. paused. all i could hear was your breathing. and then you'd said what a pretty three-word poem. i love you too, sweet thing. the words made my tinnitus act up again, and i must have some kind of synesthesia, because the sound travelled into my mind until it became the shape wedding rings.

orange, you say. the static is now chewing through most of your words and i only catch - borrowing the chevy -

the call dies. i have 12% battery. i never get the 3rd word, but i know you're still going to get a poem from me. actually this rest stop is kind of pretty, and so is the exhaust pipe, and so is joe's pick up, and so are the clouds. the light here is the color of a glue trap. before you worked at the denny's, we used to get milkshakes every wednesday and called it a friend date. you said you'd wanted to work there because it reminded you of me.

the sign's gone dim. the letters now spell out deny. and isn't that something.

[linoguy]

skz smileys

[wonusite]

I have an absolutely ferocious need to see a drabble of bf nerd!shua absolutely doting on his gf and being clingy and sweet to her

me too bestie <33

everyone and their mom knows that nerd!shua is not the overly friendly type. his perpetual disinterest in things made people wary of him despite his polite and kind disposition. these same people could never understand why or how he managed to make you his gf. it’s even weirder bc you seem to be irrevocably in love with him and that trying personality of his.

but maybe the gag of it all is how this seemingly cold guy is down horrendous for you.

mingyu is the first to notice. when you invited him over to finish your project, he immediately was greeted by the sight of that abrasive nerd literally clinging on to you as if he thought the tall jock was going to steal you away. it could’ve been jealousy, but the next time he sees you two having lunch together, he sees how insistent josh is on having you sit on his lap and feeding you. it’s both shocking and disgusting.

jeonghan and vernon are the next to notice. the three of you had been at the library for over an hour when Josh comes up, your favorite drink and headphones in hand. he greets you with a kiss on the temple before he sets the drink down and gently slides on the noise cancelling earphones on your head, careful not to mess up your hair. he gives you a tentative smile before placing a soft kiss on your lips

two pairs of jaws are dropped open when josh casually pulls out his stuff so he can start studying. it’s not that they didn’t know that josh is in love with you, but to think that the guy who had never let his previous gfs so much as peck his cheek in public being so clingy and affectionate had them reeling.

but the fact that neither of you seem to notice just how sickly sweet you are as a couple is the true gag of it all.

[yandere-kokeshi]

55,65 & 77 of the asks :)

Oh boy <333 // questioner

55: that's so hard :(! It's probably Valeria from MW2. Even though I don't write her much, seeing how many people simp and relate to her is what makes me wanna write her more.

65: writing this werewolf fic I have of Simon Riley <3. I have a bunch more fantasy projects coming ;)

77: no I do not!

[tethered-heartstrings]

[shrimparts-blog1890]

Can we get a drawing of Darling and Apple kissing? 👉👈💕

[alfys-pigeon-house]

congrats on the new blorbos

THANK U i love them a normal amount. theyre great, god i love them and need more content bc imma combust!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cassiefromhell]

Blings, Rings, & Other Things

Sukuna x Concubine!Reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mention of sex, nakedness

a/n: i tried my hand at sukuna. don’t squint too hard. as always, requests are open, pls send me things because I'll write anything and I'm bored

You need to ask Lord Sukuna for a new necklace.

You sit in front of your elegant mirror, lounging on the ornate carpet with all of your necklaces laid out in front of you. Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires. But no rubies.

How do you not own a single ruby necklace?

Your Lord gave you a stunning red dress for the ball tonight, one that flatters you in every way. But somehow, you have no necklace to match. And it’s crucial that you look impeccable, because an extremely politically important Lady and her full entourage arrived last night, and they will all be at the ball, too. Sukuna’s whole harem was invited, expected to dress to reflect on his power. Which consisted of you, since he had permanently dismissed all his other concubines months ago.

But you had no ruby necklaces.

You sigh, running a hand through your still-damp hair. Your dressers will be here soon, pampering you for the event ー maybe you could get one of them to grab you a ruby necklace from… somewhere. You weren’t sure where Lord Sukuna got all those exquisite things.

A soft knock comes on your door, and you straighten, quickly jumping to your feet. Your maids will kill you when they see that you’ve been sitting and pondering instead of finishing your hair. You place all your necklaces back where you had them laid out on the bureau, hurriedly arranging them nicely.

The knock comes again, just as you’re crossing your large room to get to your dressing room, where your silk robe is hung up. Because you were stupid enough to be sitting around naked, and now you’re definitely pissing off your personal staff with your tardiness.

“Just a moment, ladies,” you call out, taking the robe down. “Not clothed yet!”

“I don’t mind,” a purr of a voice says against your ear, familiar hands wrapping around your waist.

You flinch, practically flying off the ground, then slowly sink back into Sukuna’s gentle embrace, your bare back leaning against his outiftted chest. 

“By the Gods, you scared me,” you murmur, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “You’re so fast, I couldn’t hear you coming. I thought you were Izumi and Murasaki.”

“You called me ‘ladies,’ so I assumed so,” he hums.

Sukuna takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, gently tilting your head up to look at him properly. He gives you a tender kiss, something that’s so rare from Sukuna, with his… well, brutish persona. But he gives you that softness in this moment that you so crave, his tongue dancing with yours.

When he breaks the kiss, you open your eyes and gaze up at him. You chew your bottom lip. “Is something happening? You were supposed to be in a meeting with the Lady and her advisors until an hour before the ball, and it’s only just past noon…”

He releases you and takes one long stride backwards to lean against the wall. “I left early.”

“How come?” You ask, slipping your robe on and raising a brow. “Did something happen?”

“Yes.”

You narrow your eyes. You know Sukuna usually tries to keep you out of courtly matters; he says he doesn’t want you to carry the burden that he does. But right now, he’s being exceptionally quiet.

“Are you going to elaborate?” You turn and leave the dressing room, figuring you may as well finish drying your hair as you talk. At first you had assumed he had visited for sex before the long night ahead of you both, but the atmosphere has dimmed down quickly.

“The visiting Lady Taira and her advisors have come with a marriage proposition between myself and Lady Taira, organized by her cousin,” Sukuna replies, tone giving none of his emotions away.

Marriage!

You nearly trip and fall, but quickly recover, taking a sharp breath and continuing to your dresser. You refuse to let something so little bother you. After all, no matter how many fancy things he buys you, or nights he lets you stay in his bed instead of immediately sending you back to your chambers, or times he tested the words “I care for you,” when he thought you were asleep, you are merely a concubine. A woman to be kept pretty, to be called upon for sex or comfort or every once in a while, someone to complain to. You know this. And so, with an unshaking hand, you grasp a dry hair towel and watch him in the mirror.

“That’s a very good offer,” you hum, traitorous heart thrumming in your chest. “Lady Taira is said to be the loveliest lady of all. Your council has been trying to get you to marry for months now. She would be a nice candidate for you, I think.”

He scoffs, sitting on your bed. Your eyes meet in the mirror. “She is not the loveliest lady. Not even close.”

“Oh? Well, a marriage to her would surely be beneficial,” you turn to face him with now-dry hair. “When will you announce the engagement?”

“I did not accept the offer.”

You blink. And again. And again. A moment ago you thought your heart couldn’t pound any harder, and you thought wrong.

“Why?”

“Because my council isn’t the King of Curses. I am. I dictate who I want to marry, and it is not that Lady,” he crosses one set of arms over his chest, the other propped up behind him as he watches you. “However, I do feel that I need a Queen of Curses.”

“Ah,” you turn back around, getting a comb and raising it to your locks, starting to work out the tangles. “Still looking for candidates, then?”

I could be your wife and queen.

You shut down that thought immediately, and not a moment later your Lord speaks again.

“It could be you.”

You freeze.

“My lord,” you sigh, slowly lowering your combing hand. “Please, do not speak words you do not mean.”

“Don’t call me Lord.” 

He’s behind you in an instant, taking the comb out of your hand and picking you up, spinning you. After a flash of movement, you’re sitting up on the bureau, effectively raising you the multiple feet in height it takes for you to be eye level with him.

“You never call me Lord,” he frowns.

“I did once.”

“Yes, because Uraume was there and you’re terrified of them.”

“…That’s true.”

He leans in, speaking against your ear. His hand slides up your thigh. “It. Could. Be. You.”

Eyes widening, you swallow thickly. “…Why?”

He continues to talk against your ear, fingertips digging into your hip through your silk robe. “Because you are the only female that I enjoy the company of. That I have never once wanted to kill—”

“That’s not true.”

“What?”

“You wanted to kill me when I stole your kimono and wore it in front of all the other concubines, then they nearly killed me—”

“Don’t interrupt me.”

“Continue on.”

He sighs, pulling his face back and holding your chin steady with a hand, staring you right in the eyes. “If I am to take a wife, it will be you. If you do not want the responsibility, then I remain wifeless, damn the council. If I want an heir, you will be the one to carry it. If I want a companion, you will be there. Do you understand?”

You nod slowly.

“Words,” he growls.

“I’ll be your wife,” you blurt.

He smirks. 

“On one condition,” you raise a finger, sticking it in front of his face. “I want a ring. No need for a big fancy proposal, but a nice, handpicked by you, pretty engagement ring. And we both have to wear wedding bands.”

He makes a face, nose scrunching.

You scowl, putting on your best mean voice — your attitude is the reason he likes you so much, anyway. “Oh, boo hoo, Mr. Curse King hates rings. You don’t have to wear it all the time. But we must own them.”

He narrows his eyes, then huffs. “Fine. Two out of seven days of the week.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Three, and every time we fuck.”

“I assumed that was already part of the deal, but yes, three.”

You bare your teeth. “Four out of seven or no wife.”

Sukuna leans forward, biting your bottom lip. “Fine. Four.”

“Then I’m your fiancée.”

“I’ll announce it tonight.”

And suddenly, it all feels so… real. This is actually happening. You’re marrying Sukuna.

With a squeal, you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him. You kiss him, first his mouth, then his cheeks, then all across his neck.

“Gods, that’s enough,” he tries to push your face away, but he keeps holding you up in his embrace. 

You bite his hand gently, and then whisper into his ear. “Hello, Husband.”

“I did not anticipate you to be so excited about this, woman.”

“Say it.”

“Wife.”

want a part 2 of engagement sex and fiancee duties? request it (and anything else) in my asks

[ridstler]

idiots gonna get rained on

[gothic-mothic]

Crazy? I was crazy once. I locked myself in a room. A concrete room. A concrete room with a button. The button made me crazy

SKIP. SKIP. SKIP. SKIP.