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DON’T STOP WRITING SUB!GOJO!!! IN MY HEART I KNOW GOJO WOULD BE A SUB IMAGINE THIS POWERFUL MAN RELINQUISHING CONTROL AND ALLOWING HIMSELF TO NOT BEAR THR WEIGHT OF THE WORLD FOR A BIT PLEASE

WEARING THEIR CLOTHES

how would attack on titan boys react to you wearing their clothes, with only underwear underneath?

[[ suggestive ]]

includes: eren, armin, levi, jean, reiner, bertolt, erwin, connie, porco

Eren always asks Armin if he's okay whenever the dark, painful-looking hickeys on his catch his attention. But Armin always tells Eren that he's fine, that you're an amazing girlfriend who just goes a little too hard sometimes.

Armin is exactly where he wants to be, anyways.

Each time you call Armin a "sick freak" and spit in his mouth for wanting to be tossed around, all while peppering kisses over his cheeks and neck, the tightness in his pants grows.

"You can do better than that, Armin." Grabbing his blonde roots, you tug hard, forcing his face away from your pussy. Armin whines, gritting his teeth from the pain.

"You can do better, right?" Without warning, you land a slap to his cheek, skin stinging despite the reach.

Armin nods, whimpering softly after your slap. He returns to your sopping cunt, slowly poking his tongue out.

"God, Armin!" You yell, practically smashing his face into your pussy, annoyed with how slow he was moving. "It's like you do this on purpose!"

Trying to ignore the harsh pulls on his scalp, Armin devours your cunt, tongue flicking around as good as always. Every few minutes, though, he would let up, slowing his movements down on purpose just to get a rise out of you, just to hear you cuss and yell and threaten to slap him again.

He was doing it on purpose, because nothing turned him on more than being treated like your plaything.

​Like despite everything (becoming an honorary marleyan and inheriting the jaw titan) the only thing that truly set him free was being overwhelmed with the realisation of how much marcel loved him (like tricking the military just to ensure reiner got chosen instead of his lil bro) and how he wanted to protect him from living the short (and arguably brutal) life of being a titan shifter

And the fact that he was finally able to find peace from that discovery and let go of his bitter rivalry and anger towards reiner, even SACRIFICING himself just to save that very guy he hated(and falco) all with a smile on his face… I could go on forever about his death

Also!!! the wings of freedom represent sacrifice to a certain extent as well and I seriously think his death is on par of being the damn near perfect embodiment of it

I also really enjoy how both the galliard brother’s went out in the same way, like it all ended in a circle with them both sacrificing themselves just for another to live (even if that another was reiner, the only one who WANTED to die lmao😭😭)

But anyways this is yap I can’t contain anymore cos I love so much how isayama executed his death and how it can be interpreted in more ways than one like porco dying as a free eldian (which is certainly true) and his sacrifice being an act of going against marley’s protocol (esp since titan shifters can regenerate any injury as long as the have the will to live, meaning he could have survived if he wanted too, which is what marley would’ve wanted as well except he explicitly went against it)

​Like despite everything (becoming an honorary marleyan and inheriting the jaw titan) the only thing that truly set him free was being overwhelmed with the realisation of how much marcel loved him (like tricking the military just to ensure reiner got chosen instead of his lil bro) and how he wanted to protect him from living the short (and arguably brutal) life of being a titan shifter

And the fact that he was finally able to find peace from that discovery and let go of his bitter rivalry and anger towards reiner, even SACRIFICING himself just to save that very guy he hated(and falco) all with a smile on his face… I could go on forever about his death

Also!!! the wings of freedom represent sacrifice to a certain extent as well and I seriously think his death is on par of being the damn near perfect embodiment of it

I also really enjoy how both the galliard brother’s went out in the same way, like it all ended in a circle with them both sacrificing themselves just for another to live (even if that another was reiner, the only one who WANTED to die lmao😭😭)

But anyways this is yap I can’t contain anymore cos I love so much how isayama executed his death and how it can be interpreted in more ways than one like porco dying as a free eldian (which is certainly true) and his sacrifice being an act of going against marley’s protocol (esp since titan shifters can regenerate any injury as long as the have the will to live, meaning he could have survived if he wanted too, which is what marley would’ve wanted as well except he explicitly went against it)

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It’s a quiet summer morning, except for the dull hum of the AC above the bed. you move around, reaching for the person meant to be occupying the now empty space beside you. your husband.

The sheets shuffle while the bed creaks underneath you as you try to get up. you move sluggishly, finally making it to your shared bedroom’s door, where you’re instantly hit with the rich aroma of somebody cooking eggs downstairs.

Following the smell, it leads you right to him, Porco. his name echoes in your mind as you slowly make your way to him.

Despite seeing him just last night, you can’t help but shake the feeling that you’ve really missed him, isn’t that weird. you giggle under your breath as you cringe at the corny thought. how silly, you’ve promised yourselves you’d never be THAT couple, it seems as though, you’re already in too deep.

Tiny footsteps are taken as you get closer and closer to him. he has his back to you, cooking your favorite breakfast as your coffee brews in the background.

His back. his big, muscular, totally chiseled.. okay okay calm down, we get it, he’s like super mega hot or whatever especially in that little pink ruffled apron you got him as a gift jokingly once, but actually ended using, yea yea. you must focus on the task at hand.

you zero in on him as you brace yourself for his reaction as you pull out your finger to poke his waist, startling the poor man.

“FUCK! [name], oh my goodness, you scared me!” he yelped turning around to face your frame as you double over with laughter.

porco can’t help but soften seeing your gleeful expression as he rolls his eyes playfully, “I could’ve dropped your breakfast, you know,” he smiles, “then, you’d be whining all day about me starving you or something.”

“oh and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling up to his back.

“no, no we wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself all giddy.

he just can’t hide this big stupid smile whenever he’s around you, exactly what did you do to him ? the big tough guy, that’s always got a snarky comment up his sleeve for just about everyone, is up early making breakfast, adding heart-shaped toast and biscuits for his wife.

you could’ve told him that a few years ago and.. actually he would’ve believed you, he’d do, quite literally, anything you’d ask of him, offer you everything your pretty little heart desired, really.u

and in this particular moment, amidst the birds chirping outside the window, a sweet melody born as they harmonize and the dim murmur of the coffee machine, with you gently rubbing circles with your face into the soft skin of his back, arms wrapped around him like he’d run away if you let go (like he’d ever), “Oh, God,” porco thinks to himself as he realizes he wouldn’t have it any other way <3

(and neither would you)

note; god i love him so much,, i miss him, my baby come back to me. i dreamt of his last night after i slept thinking of him, which inspired me to write this. i wanna wake up to him making me breakfast ☹️

minors dni

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It’s a quiet summer morning, except for the dull hum of the AC above the bed. you move around, reaching for the person meant to be occupying the now empty space beside you. your husband.

The sheets shuffle while the bed creaks underneath you as you try to get up. you move sluggishly, finally making it to your shared bedroom’s door, where you’re instantly hit with the rich aroma of somebody cooking eggs downstairs.

Following the smell, it leads you right to him, Porco. his name echoes in your mind as you slowly make your way to him.

Despite seeing him just last night, you can’t help but shake the feeling that you’ve really missed him, isn’t that weird. you giggle under your breath as you cringe at the corny thought. how silly, you’ve promised yourselves you’d never be THAT couple, it seems as though, you’re already in too deep.

Tiny footsteps are taken as you get closer and closer to him. he has his back to you, cooking your favorite breakfast as your coffee brews in the background.

His back. his big, muscular, totally chiseled.. okay okay calm down, we get it, he’s like super mega hot or whatever especially in that little pink ruffled apron you got him as a gift jokingly once, but actually ended using, yea yea. you must focus on the task at hand.

you zero in on him as you brace yourself for his reaction as you pull out your finger to poke his waist, startling the poor man.

“FUCK! [name], oh my goodness, you scared me!” he yelped turning around to face your frame as you double over with laughter.

porco can’t help but soften seeing your gleeful expression as he rolls his eyes playfully, “I could’ve dropped your breakfast, you know,” he smiles, “then, you’d be whining all day about me starving you or something.”

“oh and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling up to his back.

“no, no we wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself all giddy.

he just can’t hide this big stupid smile whenever he’s around you, exactly what did you do to him ? the big tough guy, that’s always got a snarky comment up his sleeve for just about everyone, is up early making breakfast, adding heart-shaped toast and biscuits for his wife.

you could’ve told him that a few years ago and.. actually he would’ve believed you, he’d do, quite literally, anything you’d ask of him, offer you everything your pretty little heart desired, really.u

and in this particular moment, amidst the birds chirping outside the window, a sweet melody born as they harmonize and the dim murmur of the coffee machine, with you gently rubbing circles with your face into the soft skin of his back, arms wrapped around him like he’d run away if you let go (like he’d ever), “Oh, God,” porco thinks to himself as he realizes he wouldn’t have it any other way <3

(and neither would you)

note; god i love him so much,, i miss him, my baby come back to me. i dreamt of his last night after i slept thinking of him, which inspired me to write this. i wanna wake up to him making me breakfast ☹️

masterlist

It’s a quiet summer morning, except for the dull hum of the AC above the bed. you move around, reaching for the person meant to be occupying the now empty space beside you. your husband.

The sheets shuffle while the bed creaks underneath you as you try to get up. you move sluggishly, finally making it to your shared bedroom’s door, where you’re instantly hit with the rich aroma of somebody cooking eggs downstairs.

Following the smell, it leads you right to him, Porco. his name echoes in your mind as you slowly make your way to him.

Despite seeing him just last night, you can’t help but shake the feeling that you’ve really missed him, isn’t that weird. you giggle under your breath as you cringe at the corny thought. how silly, you’ve promised yourselves you’d never be THAT couple, it seems as though, you’re already in too deep.

Tiny footsteps are taken as you get closer and closer to him. he has his back to you, cooking your favorite breakfast as your coffee brews in the background.

His back. his big, muscular, totally chiseled.. okay okay calm down, we get it, he’s like super mega hot or whatever especially in that little pink ruffled apron you got him as a gift jokingly once, but actually ended using, yea yea. you must focus on the task at hand.

you zero in on him as you brace yourself for his reaction as you pull out your finger to poke his waist, startling the poor man.

“FUCK! [name], oh my goodness, you scared me!” he yelped turning around to face your frame as you double over with laughter.

porco can’t help but soften seeing your gleeful expression as he rolls his eyes playfully, “I could’ve dropped your breakfast, you know,” he smiles, “then, you’d be whining all day about me starving you or something.”

“oh and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling up to his back.

“no, no we wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself all giddy.

he just can’t hide this big stupid smile whenever he’s around you, exactly what did you do to him ? the big tough guy, that’s always got a snarky comment up his sleeve for just about everyone, is up early making breakfast, adding heart-shaped toast and biscuits for his wife.

you could’ve told him that a few years ago and.. actually he would’ve believed you, he’d do, quite literally, anything you’d ask of him, offer you everything your pretty little heart desired, really.u

and in this particular moment, amidst the birds chirping outside the window, a sweet melody born as they harmonize and the dim murmur of the coffee machine, with you gently rubbing circles with your face into the soft skin of his back, arms wrapped around him like he’d run away if you let go (like he’d ever), “Oh, God,” porco thinks to himself as he realizes he wouldn’t have it any other way <3

(and neither would you)

note; god i love him so much,, i miss him, my baby come back to me. i dreamt of his last night after i slept thinking of him, which inspired me to write this. i wanna wake up to him making me breakfast ☹️

masterlist

It’s a quiet summer morning, except for the dull hum of the AC above the bed. you move around, reaching for the person meant to be occupying the now empty space beside you. your husband.

The sheets shuffle while the bed creaks underneath you as you try to get up. you move sluggishly, finally making it to your shared bedroom’s door, where you’re instantly hit with the rich aroma of somebody cooking eggs downstairs.

Following the smell, it leads you right to him, Porco. his name echoes in your mind as you slowly make your way to him.

Despite seeing him just last night, you can’t help but shake the feeling that you’ve really missed him, isn’t that weird. you giggle under your breath as you cringe at the corny thought. how silly, you’ve promised yourselves you’d never be THAT couple, it seems as though, you’re already in too deep.

Tiny footsteps are taken as you get closer and closer to him. he has his back to you, cooking your favorite breakfast as your coffee brews in the background.

His back. his big, muscular, totally chiseled.. okay okay calm down, we get it, he’s like super mega hot or whatever especially in that little pink ruffled apron you got him as a gift jokingly once, but actually ended using, yea yea. you must focus on the task at hand.

you zero in on him as you brace yourself for his reaction as you pull out your finger to poke his waist, startling the poor man.

“FUCK! [name], oh my goodness, you scared me!” he yelped turning around to face your frame as you double over with laughter.

porco can’t help but soften seeing your gleeful expression as he rolls his eyes playfully, “I could’ve dropped your breakfast, you know,” he smiles, “then, you’d be whining all day about me starving you or something.”

“oh and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling up to his back.

“no, no we wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself all giddy.

he just can’t hide this big stupid smile whenever he’s around you, exactly what did you do to him ? the big tough guy, that’s always got a snarky comment up his sleeve for just about everyone, is up early making breakfast, adding heart-shaped toast and biscuits for his wife.

you could’ve told him that a few years ago and.. actually he would’ve believed you, he’d do, quite literally, anything you’d ask of him, offer you everything your pretty little heart desired, really.u

and in this particular moment, amidst the birds chirping outside the window, a sweet melody born as they harmonize and the dim murmur of the coffee machine, with you gently rubbing circles with your face into the soft skin of his back, arms wrapped around him like he’d run away if you let go (like he’d ever), “Oh, God,” porco thinks to himself as he realizes he wouldn’t have it any other way <3

(and neither would you)

note; god i love him so much,, i miss him, my baby come back to me. i dreamt of his last night after i slept thinking of him, which inspired me to write this. i wanna wake up to him making me breakfast ☹️

𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ a hopelessly lovesick sukuna secretly leaves you handmade paper flowers every single day, until you finally catch him in the act.

✿ ◞◟) ryomen sukuna 𝓍 gn!reader

𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 fluff, college!au, student council president!reader, sukuna is hopelessly in love, secret admirer!sukuna, daily handmade paper flower, yearning!!!, rambling confession, emotional intimacy, sukuna is basically a gentle giant lol.

the first time ryomen sukuna saw you, he tripped over his own feet and nearly face-planted into a vending machine.

it was freshman orientation, and you were standing at the front of the auditorium, clipboard in hand, expression utterly unreadable, directing a flood of nervous eighteen-year-olds with the calm efficiency of a general commanding troops. your voice was steady, unhurried, every syllable measured, and your posture was impeccable; you looked like you had never made a mistake in your life, like you had never once felt the hot flush of embarrassment creep up your neck, like you were carved from marble and given a student id.

sukuna, meanwhile, was a mess of gangly limbs and too many tattoos for someone who had just turned eighteen.

his pink hair stuck up in wild spikes that no amount of product could tame, and his face was still carrying the last dregs of teenage awkwardness, even if he was already six-foot-two and built like someone who could bench press a small car. his ears were burning, his hands were sweating, and all sukuna could think, as he watched you direct a lost-looking girl toward the science building, was oh no.

it’s been two years since then, and nothing has changed except for the fact that sukuna’s crush has only gotten worse.

the pink haired boy is sitting in the back of the student union right now, nursing a lukewarm coffee that he’s been pretending to drink for the last forty-five minutes, watching you across the room; you’re at your usual table, the one by the window that gets the best morning light, surrounded by a small mountain of paperwork. your pen moves across the page with quick, decisive strokes, and every so often you pause to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

sukuna’s heart does something really embarrassing in his chest every single time.

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It’s a quiet summer morning, except for the dull hum of the AC above the bed. you move around, reaching for the person meant to be occupying the now empty space beside you. your husband.

The sheets shuffle while the bed creaks underneath you as you try to get up. you move sluggishly, finally making it to your shared bedroom’s door, where you’re instantly hit with the rich aroma of somebody cooking eggs downstairs.

Following the smell, it leads you right to him, Porco. his name echoes in your mind as you slowly make your way to him.

Despite seeing him just last night, you can’t help but shake the feeling that you’ve really missed him, isn’t that weird. you giggle under your breath as you cringe at the corny thought. how silly, you’ve promised yourselves you’d never be THAT couple, it seems as though, you’re already in too deep.

Tiny footsteps are taken as you get closer and closer to him. he has his back to you, cooking your favorite breakfast as your coffee brews in the background.

His back. his big, muscular, totally chiseled.. okay okay calm down, we get it, he’s like super mega hot or whatever especially in that little pink ruffled apron you got him as a gift jokingly once, but actually ended using, yea yea. you must focus on the task at hand.

you zero in on him as you brace yourself for his reaction as you pull out your finger to poke his waist, startling the poor man.

“FUCK! [name], oh my goodness, you scared me!” he yelped turning around to face your frame as you double over with laughter.

porco can’t help but soften seeing your gleeful expression as he rolls his eyes playfully, “I could’ve dropped your breakfast, you know,” he smiles, “then, you’d be whining all day about me starving you or something.”

“oh and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling up to his back.

“no, no we wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself all giddy.

he just can’t hide this big stupid smile whenever he’s around you, exactly what did you do to him ? the big tough guy, that’s always got a snarky comment up his sleeve for just about everyone, is up early making breakfast, adding heart-shaped toast and biscuits for his wife.

you could’ve told him that a few years ago and.. actually he would’ve believed you, he’d do, quite literally, anything you’d ask of him, offer you everything your pretty little heart desired, really.u

and in this particular moment, amidst the birds chirping outside the window, a sweet melody born as they harmonize and the dim murmur of the coffee machine, with you gently rubbing circles with your face into the soft skin of his back, arms wrapped around him like he’d run away if you let go (like he’d ever), “Oh, God,” porco thinks to himself as he realizes he wouldn’t have it any other way <3

(and neither would you)

note; god i love him so much,, i miss him, my baby come back to me. i dreamt of his last night after i slept thinking of him, which inspired me to write this. i wanna wake up to him making me breakfast ☹️