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Your smau posts are always a delight. Could I ask for y/n messaging the jjk guys "your face is so pretty, makes me wanna sit in it" to see their reaction?
thanks so much for reading my works!! i'm sorry this is so late but i hope it's up to your expectations!
❛YOUR FACE IS PRETTY, CAN I SIT ON IT?❜ includes gojo, geto, nanami, itadori, inumaki, okkotsu, fushiguro
TW: death & angst
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“I have . . . a wife.”
Kento Nanami’s last words were painful to utter — both from the serious injuries he sustained and from holding back tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks.
He didn’t mind dying, as he was exhausted. Beyond tired.
But he would never see you again, and he would never get a chance to say goodbye.
He couldn’t think about that right now, though.
If he did, he would cry.
And with Mahito’s chilling hand pressed against his bare back, he didn’t know how much time he had left to speak to his traumatized student.
“I have a wife, Itadori. I love her so, so much.” Nanami smiled sadly — as much as he could with his half-burned face. “Her name is Y/N. F/N L/N. Find her and my daughter. Tell them I love them, okay? Say it over and over again . . . so they won’t forget it. Make sure they aren’t too sad. Keep them safe. Y/N . . . she oversleeps a lot and forgets to take her medicine. She’s very clumsy too, so just . . . watch over her for me. She won’t buy her favorite snacks unless she thinks I’ll eat them with her, so try to share them with her when I’m gone. She hates watching her favorite shows alone . . . and going to the mechanic . . . she hates being alone, Itadori. Please don’t leave her alone. My kid’s young — she won’t remember me in a few years — so when you tell her about me, just tell her that daddy loves her, okay?”
“I-“
“Itadori,” Nanami interrupted sternly, yet tiredly. His grin softened. He imagined the beautiful faces of his wife and daughter one last time. “You’ve got it from here.”
As Nanami exploded from Mahito’s horrific technique, he died with the hope that someday, he would see you and his sweet girl again.
That someday, he might.
And he will be waiting.
Sir crocodile♡
Headcanons || Fem reader
Sfw//Nsfw
-Crocodile is to 100% a ass guy.
-He also like breasts of course. And he does not care about their size. He like big boobs but he also enjoys smaller boobs. As i said he is more the ass guy so.
-He likes short woman. He is a dominant man and he likes control. He also got a size kink.
-THICK THIGHS! THIS MAN LOVES WOMAN WITH THIGHS! He will use them as anti stress ball. If you sit next to him he will squeez your thighs. If you two have sex he will squeez them. HE LOVES IT.
-Crocodile likes it when his girl is a little naive and goofy. When she is cheerful and full of energy. Because she is the opposite of him and somehow he loves it. Crocodile will always act like he is annoyed because of that but if he is sure she don't sees his face anymore a small smile pops up on his face.
-He likes it if his girlfriend is smart. Doesn't matter if math, science, art, politics, history etc. If she have some knowledge in a topic like this he will love to talk about it with his gf. He loves to learn new things from his gf.
-Idk why but i feel like Crocodile loves woman with short hair. He likes both tho. But for some reson i have the feeling that he likes short hair. Because i have short hair and i say so. :)
-In my head this man is tolerant! He is not sexsist at all he respects woman. I mean he had so much woman in his organization. He doesn't see them as 'weaker gender'. He is also not homophobic or transphopic. (Still belive he is trans tho) i mean... Mr 2! And he does have some conection to Ivankov. Just saying.
-He doesn't care about your race!
-If his gf got mentaly illness in any way or any condition he gives his best to help her. And comfort you.
-After a long long time he started to trust his gf. He is not the one that trusts people so easily.
-He will probably call his gf Darling, Sweetheart, Love, Honey, Doll or stuff like Little one (because he is so much taller)
-He loves cuddles. After a long and stressful day he loves it to just lie in his bed with his gf and enjoy how close she is to him. He loves her touch and the way she plays with his hair or the way she just lies on his chest. He is always the big spoon.
-He likes being the domainant one in the relationship and in bed. He loves looking down to his short lover. He loves the way she looks when he fills her up. He loves it when he can press you down while he teases you rough.
-He also likes soft sex. It always depents on the mood of his lover. If she doesn't feel like it to be rough he won't. He also loved it when it's soft and calm while they hold echother very close. And he will always moan softly in her ear how much he enjoys this.
-He always listens to his gf if she uses their save word he will stop and comfort her.
-He is soft when he is alone with his girlfriend. But he can be cold and distand when others around. He will always keep an eye on you tho.
I hope you enjoyed it. My gramatics aren't the best but i tried. :) If you want more i'm here. >_<
Nsfw fake texts w/ svt’s hyung line
title : when they discover the nude you took
genre : fake texts, crack, smut, fluff
tw : sex talk, mention of fainting, description of body, curse, angst, mention of weight
I’ll try to post more often 🤗 XOXO 💋
shades of wrong (m)
Summary: In which you’re sure you’ll hate Park Jimin with every fiber of your being for the rest of your existence, even after he is assigned your tutor for History of Magic. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU Word Count: 17,321 Author’s Note: This got insanely long, and I apologize but also not really. Inspired by @jeonbegins + her really dope HP Slytherin Jimin AU edit. I also had a little conversation with @minsvga about this and she helped me figured out the basic idea for what this story has become; and @chokemejimin has asked to be tagged in my HP work so here you go my dear!!!
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No matter how hard you try, it seems as if you are always bested by Park Jimin in every aspect of life: from Quidditch to school to class popularity.
And you absolutely despise him for it.
Granted, it’s probably because he’s always simply excelled in everything while you could only manage the minimum requirement for things outside of the sport you’ve grown to be so passionate about—but that’s only deepened your dislike for the boy. It’s been like this since the pair of you were children, a rivalry already planted between you even before you knew what the term meant. Truthfully, it was pretty much written in the stars that you would develop some deep-rooted grudge against Jimin, for he was organized into Slytherin while you were put in the fiery red and gold of Gryffindor.
Beyond the clashing Houses that have officially formed your backgrounds, it doesn’t help that the boy has seemed to uphold a particular interest in doing whatever he could to see you fidget or watch you squirm or just catch you at your worst moments—although you humor yourself on the idea that these unfortunate incidents occur to you because of Park Jimin’s constant hovering. It’s a habit that’s grown since the first week of your admission into Hogwarts, in which your big mouth scored you your first detention with the infamous Professor Snape.
It’s a moment that marks the beginning of an unspoken battle between the pair of you—in which you would constantly attempt to prove yourself better than Park Jimin and Park Jimin doing everything he could to make sure you could never have that victory. During the first two years of school, this would mean beating you on every exam, knowing the answers to every question and teasing you for not knowing. Professors putting Jimin on a pedestal, marking him up as the ‘ideal student’ and unknowingly intensifying the dagger of hatred you wished to plunge deeper and deeper into his chest.
When you are twelve, you are told that there is certainly no way for you to truly despise of something (or someone)—for you are young and naive and not entirely capable to understand what it means to hate something with every fiber of your being.
But they’re wrong.
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What's on my mind? Oh nothing... just me fucking you from behind. Your lips wrapped around my fingers, sucking on them to stifle your moans. Just thinking of the pretty noises you make. How you clench around my strap. Your back hot against my chest... yeah... nothing much really
Bob Dylan photographed by Dezo Hoffman, 1965.
You are correct BECAUSE I DID NOT EXPECT IT TO BLOW UP LIKE THIS OR TO HAVE THEMES AND SYMBOLISM???
(I'm still dying of shock rn)
I love it when a fic writer makes a crackship and it ends up getting a lil too serious
I'M SO DIZZY Y'ALL GIVE ME A CLUELESS SEOKMIN PLEASE??????????????????
18+ / mdi
content: clueless!seokmin, established relationship, afab reader, he's a lil airheaded but thats fine bc he's cute, reader is a lil pushy, smut, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 1690
a/n: tysm to the person who requested <33 i lovelovelove this concept so much its so fitting for seokmin
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you loved seokmin, you really did. but there was only so much you could take before you went crazy.
he was the perfect boyfriend, truly! he fulfilled every boyfriend duty to an exemplary extent, leaving no part of you dissatisfied. except, well, for one.
you'd only started dating recently. it had been one, no, two months - if you count the talking stage, that is - since seokmin had grown the balls to ask for your number, claiming he had fallen head over heels for you the moment your mutual friend jeonghan had introduced you at a gathering a few months back. at first it had been simple back and forth flirting through text (and occasionally face to face, whenever you'd both had enough drinks to look into each other's eyes without blushing). then it turned into an official proposition from seokmin, who showed up with flowers one day and sheepishly asked if you'd consider being official with him. you, not being an idiot, jumped into his arms with an enthusiastic yes. and that's how you ended up here, two months into the perfect relationship.
and also two months into a sexless relationship. yes, sex was not the most important part of a relationship. you could accept it if seokmin never put his hands on you in that way, loving and respecting him no matter what. except he constantly did. he was an overly excited man, who would consistently touch and caress you (always innocently, in seokmin fashion) in order to express his love. it was never explicitly sexual, but to you it felt borderline. plus, you knew for a fact that the feeling was mutual. you knew that seokmin wanted you in the way you did him. at least going off one of the drunken conversations you had with him at some random gathering during your talking stage. he had made clear the way he saw you (in words you were too flustered to repeat). except that was the last mention of it. he'd never mentioned his sexual desires to you since then. you knew seokmin was a very proper and respectful man, that he would never push you into an uncomfortable position, but you really wished he would just take a damn hint.
you'd tried everything by now, except you were subtle about it, not wanting to come off as desperate. you'd tried extending the quick pecks he gave you every time he said goodbye, but were always met with a sheepish chuckle as he pulled away and gave you a cheeky wink before you could even try to stick your tongue in his mouth. you'd run your hands up and down his chest any time he held you in his arms, but would be promptly stopped as soon as he started tickling you. you'd press your ass up against him as he held you in your sleep, but you'd be met with big arms flipping you over to face him, cocooning you in his embrace.
he'd never outwardly reject you, but he'd absolutely misinterpret your advancements for innocent requests for his affections. you weren't sure if the man was trying to send you a message, or if maybe he was just an idiot when it came to this. you also weren't sure how many more nights you'd be able to walk into your room after your nightly routine to find a very delicious-looking seokmin, arms bare as he laid in your bed waiting to hold you in his arms.
the answer was zero. you weren't sure exactly what had broken the camel's back for you. but tonight you had just gone insane with desire for him. you'd walked into the room, spotting seokmin as he laid on your bed, sleeveless shirt showing off his muscles as he laid one of them behind his head while the other held onto his phone. the position gave you a perfect view of his flexed muscles. you were dizzy just at the sight. it was no surprise to you when your body took control over you, leading you to his side of the bed as you snatched his phone and threw it to the side before straddling him, attacking him with a heavy kiss. this was the first time you'd been so forward, but there was only so much a girl could take.
seokmin's reaction was what you'd expect from any man with a pretty girl sitting atop his lap. he kissed you back just as eagerly, allowing you to let your tongue play with his. you made out for a bit before you allowed your hips to begin sensually canting against his. much to your surprise, his arms wrapped around you, holding onto your ass as he guided your thrusts.
his breathy moans against your mouth were driving you mad. you could tell he had felt just as deprived as you. he must've been trying to be a gentleman all this time, not wanting to pursue you sexually unless you were 100% explicit about you wanting him in the same way. for some reason this made you want to jump his bones even more. thinking about a pent up seokmin holding back from letting you ride him into oblivion due to his respectful demeanor made you wanna sit on his cock until he cried.
you finally pulled away from him, heavy breath as you looked down at him, 'seokmin.'
'what's wrong?', his breath was just as heavy as yours, 'do-do you not want to, baby? it's okay, we don't have to. would never wanna for-'
'seokmin. if you don't let me sit on your dick, i swear to god.'
he looked up at you with wide eyes, mouth still open from having been interrupted mid speech, 'w-what?'
'minnie, i've been wanting you to fuck me since the day you asked me for my number. you've been dodging me all this time and it's been making me go insane. i want you so fucking bad.'
'me?! i-i wanted you too! just .. didn't wanna push you into anything. wasn't sure you wanted to do anything. it's only been one month ..'
'two months! i've been wanting to jump you since day one, minnie.'
'o-oh.'
'can i fuck you now, baby?'
'yes. fuck. please.'
and that was all confirmation you needed to throw off your shorts and shirt, giving seokmin perfect view of your nude body. his reaction had your ego reaching brand new levels of high as he shyly reached out his arms to your chest, audibly moaning at your pretty silhouette. you helped him the rest of the way by placing his palms around your tits and lowering yourself to explore his mouth with your tongue once again.
you only made out for a minute or so, growing too frustrated with desire to have his massive length inside you. you made quick work of his tank top, throwing it aside as if it were your biggest enemy. but the real enemy had been his sweats, which were keeping you from the dick you'd daydreamed about every night for months on end. you must've looked insane, reaching superhuman speed to remove his pants and boxers all at once, leaving a very naked seokmin before you, with his cock taking the role of main character as it stood in all its might before you.
you couldn't help but salivate over it. it was so tall and thick, just as you'd imagined. you had to hold yourself back from begging seokmin to let you gag on it, not wanting to scare him off. you didn't want him to think you were some kind of sex maniac, but the sight of such a pretty cock without a mouth to envelop it made you feel violent inside. but these thoughts could be left for another day. right now all you wanted was for him to bruise your cervix.
'baby ... please stop staring like that, you're making me self-conscious', said the owner of the delicious length standing before you.
'self-concious?? minnie, you're hung as shit! jesus, can't wait to sit on you baby. can i? wanna feel you so bad.'
'goddamnit. don't say stuff like that .. i've been waiting so long, you're gonna make me cum.'
god, the thought of his cum filling you up was yet another thought that had you humming in satisfaction. but you needed to put the distractions aside. you could not go another minute without molding to his size.
after rubbing his dick a bit as if to ensure exactly what was going to be impaling you in a few minutes, you finally sank down on him, sighing out in pleasure as you threw your head back.
so worth the wait.
'b-baby! fuck. you feel so ... so fucking good.'
you sped up immediately upon him entering you, already so pent up you knew your orgasm would find you earlier than it usually did.
'can't believe you deprived me of this for two months, minnie. could've been keeping you warm all this time.'
'no ... didn't wa-wanna push you. wanted you to want me first ..'
'minnie ... i've always wanted you. you're so ... you're perfect', your pace had now slowed down, allowing you to angle yourself in a way that had your toes curling, mouth hung open as your words disappeared in your throat.
'gonna cum if you keep saying those things, pretty.'
'yeah? gonna cum for me, minnie? want you to fill me up so bad. will you do that?' you were taunting him, fully aware your end was just around the corner. you knew nothing would compare to the feeling of the pretty man filling you up, so you squeezed your walls around him, making him groan out at the feeling.
his hands tightened on your skin, maniacally trying to guide your movements as he finally climaxed, leading you to your own climax almost immediately after. you both shivered against each other, feeling the intensity of your orgasms cruise through you.
it took you a few seconds to regain full consciousness. seokmin had been the one to speak up first after the fact, making you giggle at his breathless statement.
'next time, please just jump me.'
When it gets to The Part of The Thing and now you’re feeling Everything
Okay okay okay okay okay OKAY I just got tickets to see Solve It Squad in Edinburgh I'm reacting so calmly about this
(Oh my god I'm physically shaking I can't believe I'm gonna see Joey and Lauren irl)
Hehe ship time ship time ! 💕 Maybe a sort of opposites attract with Cinis and Orion ? Serious and distant lady with relaxed and social poet ?
Unexpected ship is unexpected lmao @the27th
Ohohoho~?
What's this?
The [opposites attract] trope? In MY (ask) inbox?? 👀👀
Yaaaaasssss 😌👌💕💕 I live for these sorts of stuff wwww sndisska anyways anyways--
They're both oldies who've been through alot, from the good and the bad, so I can see them understanding each other's feelings on what it is to have lived a long life despite their somewhat opposite personalities.
They've both loved and lost a lot of people in their long lives, but the main difference is that Orion has kept his connections with his descendants and has a lot of deep emotional ties, while Cinis has practically locked herself into a solitary existence due to the nature of her existence(as a firebird/phoenix) even though she's had a lot of opportunities to mingle with the rest of the world.
OK LEMME RAMBLE ON A LIL BIT MORE PLEASE BEAR WITH ME AAAAAAAA
So, like, you said Orion's a complete pacifist right now yeah? And implied that he wasn't like that in the past, correct??
Well, Cinis understands to some extent where that feelin comes from; after all, she's been through so much pain and agony herself. While she does think that his (current) ideology is too soft and idealistic-- at the very least, she respects his decision of adhering to such a "kind" mentality.
(Deep down, she's already tired, has been for the longest time, and just wants to stop fighting, but due to her own nature she feels as if her fight will be going on even until the end of times.)
Honestly, I feel like Orion's presence is a calming one for her. He's a patient and soft man who seems to value relationships and bonds with other people, especially those closest to him.
Cinis might honestly feel somewhat "lonely" whenever he's around her, but it's mostly because she's internalized the feeling of "solitude" so much to the point that she feels as if she CANNOT form any meaningful connections as much as she may want to.
"... In the end, I will merely pass by [them] as I did with countless seasons from eons ago."
IM GONNA FUCKING KILL MYSELF THIS IS SO FUCKIGN FUJTN Y
HEY TCCBLR! ETHAN ROBO-BOY is NOT A MONSTER! so STOP CHAINING HIM LIKE HE IS ONE!
IM GOIGN YO FUCKING SOB MY EYES OUT SAVE ME
@robo-boy
TW: sktch with crack pairing
u can just look at Gaara lol
a post after which people will stop communicating with me.
oh, it's good that in real life I don't communicate with anyone anyway, you know lol
SO ARE WE GOIN KA-CHOW??!
I don't normally post fics on Tumblr but I did a thing.
This started based on a post by: @neveryxumind
I didn't want to reblog this from their original post to not clog up their timeline.
Please enjoy this suggestive one shot and I will fix any spelling and grammar errors as I find them. I wrote this on my lunch break ☠
Maybe there will be a part 2?
Warnings: NSFW, Cursing and Mildly Sexually Suggestive.
Prompt: You sent Larissa a nude photo by mistake.
"Oh, no." You stare down at your phone within your trembling hands. "Oh, no, no, no."
Staring back at you was a photo of yourself leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Sat atop a chair topless, with your legs spread and a hand covering your most intimate of places. It was tasteful, it was beautiful, it was now in your boss's inbox. Frantically, you tapped at the screen flipping your phone to airplane mode in an attempt to delete the message in time. Much to your dismay, the blue icon popped up beside the message the moment you'd tapped the airplane icon.
You slumped to the ground in defeat, knowing today would be your last day as a Nevermore teaching assistant. Not only would you have to change jobs but possibly your name, maybe even flee the country from pure embarrassment. It was bad enough that you'd sent the message to your boss but even worse that you had a huge crush on Principal Weems. Since the moment you'd seen the statuesque beauty that was Larissa Weems, you'd become nothing more than a simpering mess.
But who wouldn't if their boss was a 6'4", blonde hair, blue eyed goddess?
Meetings with her were torturous as you trained your eyes on anything but her alluring red lips or well defined backside. It was brutish of you to objectify her, but Larissa's mind was as beautiful as her body. She was quick witted, playful and passionate about the Academy and its students, which made you fall quickly for her. Though, you'd never found the courage to tell her and now, you never could.
After minutes or possibly hours of silking, you pulled yourself off the floor, disabling airplane mode. A moment later the inevitable happened and your heart sank to the Earth's core.
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Principal Weems
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Please, see me in my office, immediately.
Cursing under your breath, you slipped on your shoes and began the agonizing walk to the Principal's office. The moonlight glittered through the large stained glass windows as you trudged through the halls of the staffing building. The large staircase leads you out the door, across the quad and into the main building only to take one final staircase to the looming double doors. Had they always been this, grand? Taking a moment, you studied the intricate designs one last time before knocking against it. A moment later a smooth voice carried through the door.
"Enter."
On unstable legs, you pushed open the double doors, swallowing the lump in your throat. You hadn't heard the doors click shut for the only sound that permeated through your ear drums was a thundering heart. Before you stood the very vixen herself in not her signature long coat and skirt but a red bodycon dress. The shade matched her lipstick perfectly, nearly melting you in place.
Your eyes wandered the peaks and valleys of her figure mapping each with a practiced elegance. If this was the last time you'd be seeing her, you might as well paint a full mental image.
"Please have a seat." She gestured to the chair across from her desk.
It wasn't until she had spoken that you realized you had yet to step forward. Hesitantly, you took your place, hands folded nervously into your lap. She hadn't met your gaze, only plucked a bottle of wine from a hidden cabinet and popped the cork.
"Do you know why I called you in here?" She asked, placing two empty wine glasses onto the silver platter.
"Because I accidentally sent you a nude photograph." You manage to sputter out, causing her to stop mid-pour.
"Accidentally?" She questioned in an oddly soft tone.
"I shouldn't have sent you that photo, let alone taken it on school grounds." You begin, holding back the shake in your voice.
"I wasn't the intended recipient of said photo?" She asked, placing the chilled bottle onto the platter.
"I-I like to take them to feel better about myself. I don't take them for any other reason and I always lock my door when doing so."
"I see." She said coldly, stepping around her desk to take a seat in her chair. "Accidents do happen and please be sure it does not happen again."
"T-that's it?" You ask with a dejected laugh, forcing yourself to finally look at her. "I'm not fired or being punished?"
"Do you wish to be?" She asked, her eyes growing dark as you shift in your chair.
You can't help but yelp at the double entendre, cursing yourself for doing so. Clearly, she hadn't meant it in that way, merely giving you the option to be spared the embarrassment from your fellow staff members. But the longer she watched you the further the tendrils of desire twisted within you.
"I will ask you once more and then we can never speak of this again." She stood, using her hands to nearly crawl over the desk, lowering herself to your eyeliner. "Do you wish to be punished?"
Maybe it was foolish. Brash even. But in this moment two singular words escaped you.
"Yes, mistress."