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“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

this website is so full of morbidly depressed people its kind of refreshing actually. no glamour no spectacle of a perfect life even the biggest blogs here are run by suicidal transsexuals with messy rooms who have strange sexual fantasies. found my people

okay so hi. it ended up angsty LMAO pls don’t hate me

starting a petition for tyler to delete “like him” and never mention it again. reason: ow owwww owie :(( nooooo no stop that hurts oww :(

suguru x gn!reader

you're standing in front the mirror in your bathroom, leaning in close to it with your lips slightly parted as you apply the dark powder to your eyes; scrutinizing you're reflection in the mirror and using the small wooden applicator to draw careful lines around your eyes.

he's there too, putting his piercings in as the two of you are getting ready to go out. dressed in a crisp white shirt he's rolled up his forearms, with half his hair gathered away in a bun at the base of his neck. it's a simple timeless sort of look on him.

a pair of deep amethystine eyes drift over to you, still leaning into the mirror with the small piece of smoothed wood between you fingers. carefully dragging it along your waterline to transfer the dark color of the powder you've dipped in into.

suguru's curious.

sure, he's worn eyeliner before. he's liked how he looked in it; having it beautifully accentuating his sharp eyes and dark lashes. he liked even more though, how much you liked how he looked in it.

but he's never worn it like that; in the way you do now.

he didn't know about doing it this way until he began seeing you. you look so graceful, so elegant, with practiced ease as you apply it to your eyes. it's all so impressive to suguru — not only the results, but the process of it. the patience and skillful mastery of it, the dedication and the risk (of poking your eye out), the significance it carries culturally. mesmerizing is what he thinks of it; what he thinks of you.

feeling the weight of his gaze, you meet his eyes in the mirror, offering him an entertained smile and a brow raised in question, before you pick up on the little cues and are extending your invitation to line his eyes as well. suguru accepts the offer graciously, lifting you by the hips sitting you onto the counter as he stands between your legs. strong hands resting at your thighs, and he looks straight at you. eyes in perfect level.

it's an oddly intimate moment, softened further by the yellowish tint of the bathrooms light and quiet comfortability the two of you share.

you take his face in your hands, tenderness spills from your fingertips like a scared fountain only he is privileged enough to drink from. the cool of the rings you wear tickling his face as you lean in to him real close for a better view. the apples of his cheek warming slightly; there are blossoms of cherry and coral on his skin.

"look up for me, please." so polite.

suguru wonders if you know anything about the extents he'd go for you, the limits he'll cross. for now, he'll settle on looking up, all for you. always for you.

you bring the smooth, kohl covered applicator close to his face, using your other hand to delicately pull his lower eyelid down — revealing his water line. "stay. perfectly. still." and he's a statue as you rest it on his waterline and continue — "mmmn good, now close your eyes." you glide it through his dark lashes tinting them and his waterline in the bold color, rubbing it back and forth for good measure before you drag it out at the corners of his eyes; creating two small, sharp, delicate wings.

leaning away to inspect your work, his hands follow the movement; shifting their position to support your back. it was natural, an instinct to follow your every movement and compliment them with his own.

you nod to yourself in triumph with a smug little grin teasing the corners of your lips upon seeing the result of your careful work on one of his beautiful eyes.

now here comes the hard part: replicating the design as closely as possible on the other eye, and the process begins again with dipping the applicator back into the little bottle with the fine coalish powder and gently tapping any excess off to it's side. you're leaning close once more; one of your hands finding home on the side of his face again and again he's adjusting to your position.

there's a short in between moment where you catch his gaze fixed on you. you're sinking. the deep regal mauve of his eyes pulling you in, and you're almost not strong enough to look away. he's just so inviting.

you clear you're throat to cut through it. mostly it's a reminder to yourself to avoid distraction, rejecting the temptation of his invitation for now.

he thinks it's cute.

the way you try to brush off your flush, and the slight stutter in your movements being ignored as if nothing. truth be told, suguru thinks it's wholly possible you haven't even noticed the reactions he can sire from you so naturally. as if only instinct.

"stay still, again please." the words come out rather bashful this time around, smaller, and he's forced to suppress a grin. he's got to stay perfectly still as you've so politely asked after all. suguru waits to blink his eyes until you ask, he knows it's coming but he would rather hear it directly from you again.

and just like clockwork.. . "close your eyes." you get a little pleased hum as a response when he does, relishing in the feeling of the smooth applicator ruffling along his long lashes, it's quite relaxing. you pull away for a moment to wet the tip of your pinky with you tongue, using it to clean off some stray product from around his eyes. you draw on the finishing touches; a small wing on the inner and outer corners of his pretty eyes.

carefully setting the little wooden piece back into its place in the ornamented bottle, both your hands come up to cup his lovely face, now fully ready to accept the ever enticing invitation he keeps open for you and you alone.

"how do i look?" he questions like he doesn't already know. as though he can't see the answer he seeks in the reflection of your heart shaped irises.

oh you're sinking fast, but suguru is right behind you. hand in hand, falling endlessly into a dimension that only exists between your eyes, a secret the world will never get know held in your shared gaze.

a kiss placed between his brows is your chosen form response, and he can't find it in himself to complain.

suguru leans over you, chin resting in the curve of your shoulder, to meet his reflection in the mirror. little kisses are pressed to the delicate skin there and he's nipping at it softly too; for no reason at all. no thought behind the action itself — muscle memory.

he's met with the view of his dark lashes tinted darker, and the edges of his eye's sharpened akin to those of a sly fox or a large cat.

somewhat predatory; it suits him.

the added contrast against the bright of his eyes, the tan of his skin, and dark of his hair harmonizing so beautifully with the rest of his features.

you would think a person could only be so beautiful, to only have so much of it within themselves,

(but you will find yourself to be thinking wrong.)

your day goes on, unfolding as the flowers begin to do in early spring. beautiful and sweet, there's the scent of fresh pollen and the sound of your sneeze.

with the day coming to an end, the sky is overtaken by deep pink and orange hues marbled with the dark of the on coming night as the sun leaves the horizon to rest its head.

he glows.

its not a new phenomenon, but one that captivates you all the same. his charm hypnotizing you find yourself transfixed by it. the dark tight lining his eyes drawing you in. you're caught in his trap, reeling you in and you only dutifully follow. the temptation dangling before you like a carrot now.

though the resistance you display remains unwavering — or so you think. you suguru find his eyes resting upon the sight before him. the sight of you. his fist holds his face and there's a knowing smile that plays on his lips. the ends of it twitching ever so slightly; he's itching to reveal an expression that actually captures his feelings.

but he manages, sugurus resistance once again proves to be much stronger than your own. the content knowing smile remains, and his eyes crinkle with joy when you flush, tomato red, realization of your staring is brought to your attention.

"my darling, my y/n, are you alright?"

you nod a little quicker than you'd have liked.

his smile only grows, teeth beginning to show, "well, you've got a something here." his finger motioning around his own face, "no no you've missed it baby. a little to more to the side, so close." your hands are at your face trying to feel for what he's talking about, mirroring the positions his make on his face.

"no good. come, let me."

his hands cup your face, soft cheeks squishing against the warmth of his palms. he pull you in, and leans in close, his thin brows furrowed in inspection, and your heart hammering in the background.

he presses his lips to yours, its unexpected and quick but you could never miss one of his kisses.

that smile he's been holding back finally breaks out on his face, soft lips stretched into a dazzling and all too proud smile, your boyfriend just might be the sun in disguise. eyes closing from how wide his smile is, suguru really looks like a fox now. it's a bit too smug of a grin, but suguru earned it this time.

(and he always does)

"got it!"

𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓎;- 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝑒

inspired by this yummy @/chu-cho artwork <3

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

if getou bad why so smoking fucking hot & sexy think about that

"You know-"

Tomura can't stand when you take that tone. The high, wobbly nature of it means you are about to say something to aggravate him, most likely on purpose. He's always pretty frazzled with the situation without your comments. You are laid out on his tiny bed, pussy freshly eaten, legs spread in wait for him. Tomura wants to be back on you, but he's too busy trying to get this fucking strap to stay on. the side won't tighten and his chosen cock of the evening keeps threatening to fall out right on to the floor.

"What?" he asks with a snit. Sweat is already dotted though his white tank. He shouldn't be doing this in a binder, but he almost likes to way his ribs ache when he breathes in too deeply.

"Never really thought I liked pussy-" You wiggle your knee back and forth, legs opening and closing. "But I'm kinda really into yours."

"Don't say--" Heat runs down the back of his neck. "Why are you even fucking looking at that?"

"You're about to fuck me and I like bush," you say. "And it's kinda hot that you're like, fucking dripping down your legs. I'm just saying, if you ever wanted some 'lip service', I'd be down."

Touch had always disgusted him. The discomfort in his body, the way hands only see to exaggerate the places he hates.

But there's a flicker. A flicker of want when you say that. A tightness in his core that he can't ignore.

Tomura swallows deep. His hands are still fumbling with the strap. "Don't call it that."

"Pussy?"

"Yeah."

You tilt your head in thought for a long moment, then a pointed smile creeps up over your face.

"I really wanna suck your dick, Tomu."

Oh, his body crawls, but this time, it's alive with pleasure. He can practically imagine it, your tongue gliding over his cock, working between his folds, fingering his--

With a final tug, he tightens the strap. The cock is cotton candy blue-- something you had picked out for yourself.

"Get it wet before I fuck you," Tomura says, no confidence in his voice.

When you lazily crawl over and open your mouth, he swears he can actually feel your tongue against the plastic when he closes his eyes.

random bf texts!!

touya todoroki x reader

just silly little domestic-y texts teehee ^.^

cw’s!!: gn! reader, loverboy touya, not canon compliant!! (he’s in rehab and is staying w his family :]), he threatens to burn down the house. hehe.

♥︎: fluff ♡: angst ☆: suggestive ★: smut

extras: ☆ ★ ♥︎