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unrestrained summer fun
every year around late may, without fail, this post starts getting notes again . and my little wet raw chicken breast of a brain gets puzzled. because i forget that summer is , in fact. a yearly event
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another timeline, I'd give anything to find

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âMy lord.â
Sukuna hated how sharp your tone got whenever you were upset with him. It was obvious too and you were the only one in the estate who could be as petty. he clears his throat before speaking, his gaze avoiding yours, âWife.â
The first time the two of you crossed paths in two days and you looked at him as if you wanted nothing to do with him. The maids couldnât even cut a grape with how tense the air was. Him avoiding your eyes only made you click your tongue and bow.
Moving to walk past him, he turns around just as quickly, frantically grabbing your wrist, âWAIT!â
Eyes widened, breaths were caught, and you were annoyed.
clearing his throat once more, he lowers his voice immediately, âwait. please.â
now youâre sitting in his chambers, on his large bed, your hands rested in your lap gracefully. your gaze sharp enough to make the room feel smaller, he stands before you nervously looking everywhere but at you.
âIâm sorry.â he lets out quietly, opening his mouth to continue, âI shouldnât have shouted at you like that. when you clearly worried.â
he glances at you in between words, feeling like a puddle under the weight of your gaze, sweat beads at the corner of his temples, worried you would dismiss him, he continues. âI was frustrated and took it out on you.â
He looks up from your feet, a falter of your expression no where to be seen, he kneels in front of you, gently taking the back of your hands into his palms, âI may not deserve your forgiveness,â
his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your wrists, âBut I would love it if you found it in your heart to forgive a fool like me once more.â
he dips his head into the palms of the hands smaller than his, his eyes closed, eyelashes kissing the middle of your hands as he pressed himself there, awaiting for your forgiveness.
a small huff leaves you, followed by a defeated sigh. your fingers curl into his face, cupping gently. you lift up his chin, his ruby red eyes meeting yours as they looked at you with such longing.
you find yourself leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of his eye, a small sign of your grace.
The corners of his mouth couldnât help but tug at the feeling, leaning into the palm of your hand while he melts into your touch.
a/n: ok wrote this on a whim i miss him sm.
â Letting Sukunaâs stomach mouth eat you out
It happened every time Sukuna would nap, his stomach mouth would awaken like another whole entity itself and start talking to you, somehow sensing your presence every time.
Its voice, deeper than Sukunaâs yet still extremely similar, drawled out slowly. âI have always wondered what youâd taste like, woman.â
Your throat bobs nervously. âCanât you taste things from both mouths?â
He hummed ânoâ, lip twitching up into a smirk. âCare to appease my wishes? I can already feel you throbbing on my thigh.â
You shift upon Sukunaâs lap, the man himself still deep in sleep. He remained with his eyelids fluttered closed as you slipped off the silk robe you were wearing and discarded your underwear, slowly shuffling up his abdomen until you were hovering over the stomach mouth.
âDonât leave a starved man waiting,â the stomach growled beneath you, breath touching in between your legs and making your thighs squeeze against either side of his torso.
Hesitantly, you lowered yourself down until the thick tongue pressed flat against your heat, sinking into your slick and licking a long strip fron your hole to your clit. Your nails dig into your husbands skin immediately, lower lip tucked between your teeth to try and quieten your moans.
âAre- are you sure about this?â You ask tentatively, glancing up at Sukuna sleeping soundly.
âMmm,â the mouth hums in pleasure. âVery sure.â
You writhed and moaned atop him, head tipping back in ecstasy, any remaining sensibility leaving your brain the second the long, thick tongue delved into your hole and ate you out as if you were its last meal and it was the sweetest thing it had ever tasted.
Youâd finished twice already when Sukuna grumbled on the bed, hands twitching and eyes flickering, threatening to open and expose you of your current act. The speed at which you pull off his stomach makes the bed shake violently, throwing the discarded robe over your naked body as quickly as possible.
Itâs your erratic movements that causes your husband to fully wake, slipping from unconsciousness and blindly reaching for you. You settle down next to him casually. âIâm here, Ryo.â
âHm,â he grumbles sleepily. âDid you rest?â
You nod. âMhm.â
âGood.â
Thereâs a beat of silence as you both settle down to sleep again.
âLiar. I can taste you on my tongue.â
Busted.
baby!yuji looks nothing like you..
after carrying your son around in your stomach for 9 months, and pushing through 8 hours of intense labour, you are now staring down at your beautiful baby boy with tired eyes.
he is beautiful, but he looks exactly like his father.
you huff. "he looks exactly like you"
"don't sound too excited" sukuna jokes, smoothing over yujis scarce pink hair.
you inspect the baby further, peering at his pink hair, the exact same shade as his daddy's, as well as the same skin tone and his little mouth laying perfectly flat along his face while he sleeps. your eyes follow his chubby arms and fingers and belly, baby fat almost promising that he will get as big and strong as his dad.
then you look up to his father, kuna's face resting in the same serious line while you watch him watching yuji. you reach up and cup sukuna's cheek. when his gaze meets yours you take in the details of his pretty eyes, his tattoos, and his markings below his eyes.
you snap your head back to yuji.
"kuna he even has your little markings" you whine, "he looks nothing like me... i pushed out your fatass baby and carried him for 9 months the least he could do is look a little like me.." you continued on.
sukuna holds back a laugh and smooths over your hair, "the next one will look exactly like you.. maybe a pretty little girl."
you grumble a little more but inevitably settle down and lay back onto the pillow. with yuji in your arms, and sukuna leaning over you both, carressing yujis face, you all sit there for a while.
yuji babbles a little in his sleep and cracks a little smile. "he must be dreaming" you softly mumble with a smile.
sukuna looks back and forth between you too. "he has your smile"
if you weren't so tired, you would've jumped for joy. "really?" you tuck yourself against sukunas chest, nuzzling him slightly.
he hums.
cutest smiles he's seen.
only talking to sukuna's stomach mouth when he pisses you off
Sukunaâs developed an irritating habit. Whenever heâs fed up with you, or whenever he doesnât want to entertain one of your questions, heâll simply stay quiet and gesture towards his stomach. Itâs kind of like saying âtalk to the handâ. But in his case, itâs âtalk to the stomach mouthâ.Â
Then his stomach mouth will shoot you this wide, smug grin, like itâs more than happy to converse with you. And youâll just toss up your hands and groan, annoyed that your husband wonât even bother to speak with you face to face.Â
But recently you've taken Sukuna up on his offer, turning the tables to give him the silent treatment while still chatting away with his stomach. Because Sukuna underestimated just how much that mouth of his likes to rile someone up. Even if itâs the rest of his body.Â
Now, Sukunaâs lounging on the bed, limbs draped carelessly along the mattress. Heâs trying to feign indifference. Trying to pretend heâs unphased by the fact that you havenât spoken to him in four whole days.Â
But you know better. You see the slight clench in his jaw, the scowl that deepens on his face each time he steals a look your way. He watches as you sit by the window, gazing at the scenery outside.Â
When the silence stretches on longer than he can bear, Sukuna sets his pride aside to clear his throat and ask, âAre you still doing this?âÂ
You donât even spare him a glance, continuing to look out the window. âMiddle Mouth,â you say, âwill you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I have no idea what heâs talking about?â
Sukuna scoffs in disbelief, but that mouth of his flashes its teeth and singsongs, âSukunaaaa. She doesnât know what youâre talking about.â
âI heard you,â Sukuna huffs, speaking to you instead of his stomach.
He hates this whole situation. Hates that you're not speaking with him. Hates that youâve given his stomach mouth a nickname. And he hates that the mouth is entertaining it at all.Â
 His jaw clenches once more, and he sighs before saying, âYouâre ignoring me.âÂ
Heâs not wrong. For almost a week, youâve been avoiding your husband, refusing to interact or even look at any part of him other than his stomach maw. But despite all of his sulking and sour moods, you act as if nothing is amiss.
âMiddle Mouth, will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I am not ignoring him. You and I just had a lovely conversation, didnât we?â
âSukunaaaa,â the mouth singsongs again. âShe isnât ignoring youâŠwell, me.â That grin returns, and you canât help but let out a quiet laugh. Why didnât you start speaking with your husbandâs stomach mouth sooner? He really is entertaining.
âStop that. Donât humor her,â Sukuna scolds.
âMiddle Mouth, you can converse with me as you please.â
âI intend to,â his maw replies.Â
Sukunaâs eyes narrow, but heâs not sure whether to direct his glare at you or his abdomen. âHow long do you intend to keep up these antics?â
You brush an imaginary piece of lint from your clothes and say, "Middle Mouth, please inform the rest of Sukuna that Iâm still waiting on a proper apology from him."Â
âIâm warning you, do notââ
âSukunaaaa. She is waiting for a proper apology from you.â
Sukuna stares murderously down at his lower half. Heâs finally met his match. The only âenemyâ that he canât silence by force. Himself.Â
And secretly, you think that he slightly enjoys that youâre speaking with his stomach mouth. It shows him that despite this silent treatment, you still desire some form of communication with him.Â
So heâll put up with the teasing, the inside jokes, and the fact that his wife is being stolen by his own body.
You decide to press your luck a little bit further, and say something you know will send your husband over the edge. âMiddle Mouthââ
âNot again,â Sukuna groans, tossing his head back.
âDo you remember what I told you? What we talked about last night?â
âWhat?!?" Sukuna demands, sitting up abruptly and sending the covers around him flying.
âOh, I remember,â his maw says, immediately grinning and playing into it.Â
âWell, I was thinking about it andââ
âWhy are you speaking with my wife at night?â
âOur wife. And what we discuss during late hours does not concern you.âÂ
âAnyways, as I was telling you, Middle Mouth, before I was rudely interruptedââ
âNo. This ends now."
In seconds, Sukunaâs beside you, all 7 feet of him towering over you intimidatingly. He rubs a hand across his jaw, like he has to physically force the words out of his mouth. âI.. apologize for not answering when you asked me which of my cocks I urinate from.â
ââŠâ
âThe answer is both of them.â
Immediately, your mood lifts. You turn away from the window, smiling and facing your husband like nothing was ever wrong. âApology accepted.â And then to his stomach mouth, âWeâll continue our conversation later.âÂ
a/n: idk why the mouth is referring to him in third person...js to be annoying ig lol

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We all talk about sleepy voiced faves, but what about sleepy voiced YOU and your faves being down bad for it just like you are for theirs? You can't tell me they don't hear your warm, sleepy voice saying, "what baby?" and they don't get bricked up immediately. You say their name in that pretty, raspy voice and they're holding their own leash with the tightest grip imaginable. I cannot be convinced otherwise.
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psssst if youâre still active can you do Harvey x reader engagement/wedding headcanons?
Certainly! I based these off of traditional Western/American weddings, I hope that's what you had in mind :-)
- His proposal was exceptionally romantic (though he thinks it was a bit cliché). He had a plane fly above your farm carrying a banner that said "*Farmer*, will you marry me?"
- You were so distracted with your farming that Harvey had to point it out to you. You just about tackled him to the ground as you said yes!
- I'd like to say that Harvey is a hands-off, go with the flow kind of groom. But alas, he's very excited to be involved with the wedding planning process.
- Now he's not a groomzilla by any means, but he certainly has opinions and visions for the big day.
- His biggest asks are that wine is served at the reception (bonus points if it comes from your farm), that your first dance could be to his favorite jazz artist, and of course that you say I do.
- You were going to fight him on the jazz one, but the way his eyes sparkled while talking about the wedding made him impossible to say no to.
- For the wedding, you gifted him a small, silver pin shaped like an airplane. Not only to symbolize his love for planes, but also as a meaningful nod to his proposal. He wore it on his tie for the entire celebration, and now keeps it pinned on his lapel at all times.
- You can bet your prismatic shard that he teared up seeing you walk towards him at the altar, and he choked up a few times getting through his vows.

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the bachelors, the bachelorettes AND KROBUS.
I do not think that word means what you think it means