Thought I'd make a list of some useful websites for those of us who enjoy roleplaying and what have you here on Tumblr and whatnot.
roleplay formatter: Made by the awesome @rpclefairy. I honestly can't recommend this one enough. Great for adding color, changing the font size, and the whole shebang with bold + italics + underline + strikethrough. 10/10 always use
fsymbols + emojipedia: These are both great for making your tags fancy and whatnot.
alt codes: This is genuinely great for teaching you how to make the symbols with your keyboard for everyday use so there's that. It's especially useful if you and/or your muses speak a second language so that's a bonus.
text color fader: *marge vc* I just think gradient effects on text is neat. *end marge vc*
list of colors (wikipedia): Has a list of an infinite number of colors and their hex codes. Very useful if I do say so, myself. But that's just me.
screencapped.net: Great for getting all sorts of screenshots for making icons, GFXs, promos, and whatnot.
fancaps.net: Also great for getting all sort of screencaps for making icons, GFXs, promos, and whatnot. My only complaint is that it's a little annoying to navigate so here's the proper links to movies, tv shows, and anime.
photopea: Great if you can't afford Photoshop and/or don't like using GIMP.
hakuneko: It's not so much a website as much as it is a program. You can download manga, comics, webtoons, doujinshi, etc. for making your icons, GFXs, promos, and whatnot. It's also just a great way to read stuff and catch up on everything.
non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc
【 SYNOPSIS 】— dimple has taken a liking to you oddly enough, he wants to prove your wrong about his psychical prowess but fails miserably.
【 CONTENTS 】— fluff if you squint / crack , sfw , implied fem!reader , bodyguard!dimple / bodyguard!ekubo , dimple x reader.
【 WORD COUNT 】— 775
⠀ ̽ ⠀ ᝰ✍︎ ﹐⠀/⠀ ❝ ⠀ 𝔄𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝔑𝗢𝗧𝗘 . . .
there’s a massive lack of dimple material to read. this is purely self indulgent. helpifindhimsohot. not really proof read — ignore any typos. <33
dimple. ekubo. even quote on quote ‘god’.
he had plenty of names to be called but you know what he didn’t have? a physical form. you always seemed to throw that around at him whenever he would get on his high horse.
months prior you had begun to work with reigen, not because of your esper abilities per say but you had a way of communication that reigen seemed to be interested in. super nice, bright, quick with solutions that reigen would often run into, & not to mention; beautiful. you had it all! so he hired you almost immediately, introducing you to mob and . . dimple. mob seemed to enjoy your company when you’d come by the office but dimple always had something to say. wether it be a backhanded compliment or something incredibly inappropriate, he expected you to be like most women & just get spooked. but boy did you have a tongue on you. you’d immediately lash back a statement that would usually send him into a state of shock while reigen laughed himself to tears in the background. he hated it. ‘sly bastard’ dimple thought to himself.
it was a common occurrence to bicker with dimple even if mob was present or not. you’d try to keep down the bickering when mob was around to avoid stressing the young boy out. but dimple would always go overboard. in one particular instance you shot back with:
“i’m not going to let a green fart cloud get on my nerves.”
for some reason, that statement struck dimple deeper than it should have. he was a spirit! he’s not supposed to have those kinds of feelings, right? wrong. .dimple thought he could never muster up any affectionate feelings, especially towards a human. but it hit him like a pile of bricks. he was taking a liking to you. maybe it was just the bickering that got him riled up, or maybe the way you’d give him just an ounce of your attention then you two did bicker. .he couldn’t understand it. would he even have a chance in hell with you? not in the form he currently had anyway.
dimple hated everytime you’d bring up the fact that all he was a little green cloud, if only he could find a body to posses. . if only. .
and then — he did.
it wasn’t a great body, but it was a body. some poor chump had just the right level of spiritual weakness, and before they even knew what hit ‘em, dimple had slipped right in. and now here he was, kicking the door open to the spirits and such consultation office where you’d be working. a stretch of the arms, a roll of the shoulders—oh yeah, this was way better than floating around like a damn puff of smoke. he finally had legs again. he finally had fingers. and the first thing those fingers did? point right at you with the cockiest smirk this stolen face could muster.
“well, well, well, looks who’s not just some ‘green fart cloud’ now huh?”
you blinked, absolutely dumbfounded. “whose body did you steal!?”
“pfft! steal is such a strong word.” dimple waved his hand dismissively as he walked closer to your desk, testing out the muscle memory. “let’s just say they weren’t using it to their full potential.”
you simply sighed, crossing your arms. you couldn’t believe he actually possessed a body just to prove a silly little thing to you. “sooooo you possessed a body just to prove a point to me?”
“no” dimple scoffed, shaking his head. after a brief pause he sighed before muttering out a quiet “. . . yes.”
“wow.”
“wow?”
“wow.” you repeated, looking at him with a deadpanned expression as you closed your laptop slowly. dimple gawked at you in disbelief. “are you even seeing this right now?! i mean, look at me!” he struck an over dramatic pose, flexing an arm that, admittedly, had a decent amount of muscle poking through the confines of the blazer. “i’m thriving right now. i’ve got presence! i’ve got charisma! i—” he went to take a step forward to lean on your desk, only to trip over his own feet and crash face-first onto the hard floor of the office.
silence filled the room until you couldn’t hold back the fit of laughter that began to bubble from within. “so, anyway,” you chuckled, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “back to being a green fart cloud?”
dimple groaned, his newly acquired body twitching on the ground. “. .give me a second.”
3AM sukuna underestimated just how much sleep he'd lose after having a kid (dad!sukuna x fem!reader)
the soft pitter patter of your baby's feet was enough to alert his senses. he didn't move—didn't even open his eyes—but his ears were tuned to the sound of your daughter's heavy breathing and the occasional babble.
he could hear her fiddle with the drawer handles, a soft rumble causing her to hum as she pulled the drawer out. a thud meant she bumped into it as she drew closer, messing around with the paper and cords inside.
he peeked one eye open. you were fast asleep beside him, and he was inclined to keep it that way. he didn't like to see his woman exhausted and seconds away from falling flat on her face because his little girl was, apparently, nocturnal.
"mama." she huffed as she finally turned her attention to the bed, fussing as she attempted to climb up.
he sighed. that was his cue.
he groaned as he rolled over, peering over your resting body at his daughter. she paused for a second, staring up at him with those shiny eyes that reminded him so much of you.
he raised an eyebrow.
she ignored his judgement and bounced in place, stretching her arms out to be picked up. "mama."
"mama's sleeping." he grumbled.
oh. oh, no. she didn't like that. she pouted, eyebrows furrowing in what seemed to be anger. her fingers curled into tiny fists and sukuna's lips twitched upwards in amusement. how adorable.
"mama." she said more adamantly.
he glared right back. "if you're coming back up here, you're gonna go to sleep."
whether she understood or not, she kept fussing to be picked up. he rolled his eyes and scooped her into his arms, rolling onto his back. baby was on his chest, leaning up so that she was sitting upright.
sukuna held onto her back, in case she toppled over and fell over like the bobblehead she was. "lie down."
"no." she chirped, looking out the window at the moon against the midnight blue.
"sleep."
"no."
he scrunched up his face. his life was much easier before she learned that word.
growing bored of the night sky, your baby rolled off sukuna's chest, scooting her way through the mess of sheets over to you. she glanced back at him as if to see if he was watching.
he gave her a look, observing her carefully. "don't you wake her up," he warned, propping his head up by his elbow.
her round eyes showed no trace of acknowledgment before she turned back to face you. there was a pause before her hand lifted in the air.
"okay." he sighed, catching the tiny hand in his before she slapped you awake. "come on."
she whined, writhing in his grip as he pulled her off the bed by the leg, dangling her in front of his face. "you really are little menace, aren't you?" he scoffed, flipping her over and holding her just like you taught him to.
she just babbled as her finger pulled at her mouth, the other hand resting on his shoulder.
he dragged his feet out the bedroom, into the kitchen. "what is it that you want, hm?" he rifled through the cupboards and pantry tiredly. "want a cookie?"
she squealed happily and pat his shoulder, a good enough answer for him to pull the package out. he dropped onto the couch, handing her one.
she nibbled on it, the chocolate staining her hands and mouth. he watched her fondly. to think he'd have a child of his own still confused him to this day. for all his wrongs, he must have done something right.
"wan' one?" she slurred, holding up the half-spit cookie to him.
"...no." he said plainly, though he did pick up a new cookie and took a bite out of it. might as well, he thought.
his eyes drooped until he felt his cookie being snatched out of his hand, replaced by the spitty cookie with most of its icing dug off.
"daddy take that one." she giggled, feasting upon her new cookie.
sukuna... what could he do? he ate that thing.
when you woke up the morning after, you just shook your head at the sight—your daughter resting on your husband's chest, cookie crumbs and chocolate smears all over the both of them. fast asleep. sugar coma.
Stroking both Gojo and Geto while they’re bound to chairs on either side of you. A grin on your face as you proved their previous statement wrong, you not being able to break them. Fucking their cocks with tight fists as they jerk up into your hands. Their restraints making it impossible to pull away from you.
Their whimpers are muffled by the fabric stuffed past both their lips. Tears welling in Gojo’s eyes as his legs tremble, abs tensing with the deep arch of his back when he cries out at the overstimulation on his fiery red cock.
Geto’s given up on glaring at you, his eyes pleading as he drools messily onto his chest. Body quivering with every touch to his overly sensitive cock.
Their laps are filled with their cum, those little hands of yours having milked them for orgasm after orgasm. You were enjoying the way you made them squirm, eyes rolled back as they let out the most whiny moans. Moans that they would beg you to never talk about.
“Look at my sweet boys, so good f’ me hmm? You tired my darlings?” You coo gently, slowing down your hands’ pace before placing a soft kiss to each of their tips which twitched at the contact.
They nodded together, bare muscular chests rising up and down in an attempt to catch their breaths as they silently begged you with wet eyes. You only giggled in response, taking Geto past your plump lips while you kept up your fist’s torture on Gojo. His head falling back with another loud cry as the dark haired man choked out a groan.
“Now.. what was that about you two being unbreakable?”
ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. just jjk men being overprotective of you bye, and cursing.
note. guysssss, no requests pls, they're not open :(( and if you sent one in, i apologize but they're going to take a bit of time to do :(
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
before you did — gojo had already sensed that your friends were shit. believe me when i say that he has tried talking to you about it from the moment you introduced him to them during your weekly "girls night".
but you said that your friends were fine. gojo doesn't think so. ever since that day, every time you said you were going out with your friends; he came along with you, not leaving you out of his sight.
that includes today. your "girls night" or whatever — when you try to convince gojo that he didn't need to come with, but all he said was, "i am one of the girls, aren't i?"
so he came along. and he didn't regret it. not. one. bit.
your friends, he didn't even know how to describe them without slipping in a curse or two. because he couldn't believe you were actually friends with these douchebags. it was plain obvious they were leaving you out on purpose.
whenever you try to chime in the conversation, your voice is immediately toppled over by one of them. or when you try to walk beside them, they step a bit further — on purpose. he could tell.
the male was really glad he could smell the stench from a long time ago. so when you and him were walking behind them, fingers interlocked. he stopped walking, and it made you stop too, "what's wrong, 'toru?"
"let's go," he tugged you in the opposite direction from where your friends are walking to, "they don't deserve you."
the male was very upset for you. he wasted no time driving you home with him, giving you the love you deserved (and a pep talk on why you should never ever talk to your friends again).
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
toji didn't even care whether he knows your friends or not. but when you convinced him that they wanted to meet him, he agreed (begrudgingly).
and everything went south when he noticed the different way they react to you — and to him. you and your friends were a trio.
it's always a trio. he never gets it, he's seen his fair share of shitty friendships among people. that's why he doesn't have friends (or people don't want to befriend him, doesn't matter).
it wasn't even a trio any more. it was a duo, with you on the side. toji noticed the subtle way they share a look to each other whenever you start talking — or the way they nudge each other when you do something. god, it pisses him off.
he swore if you weren't there, he'd resort to violence.
when you excuse yourself to go to the restroom, toji of course takes the chance to give a small talk (straight up threatening) to them. he waved to you vaguely as you walk towards the direction of the restroom.
"don't ever fucking talk to my partner again after this. y'hear me?"
the mood plummeted and you realized after you came back from the restroom. but you said nothing about it.
and like toji threatened, your friends never talked or contacted you ever again. which obviously saddened you — but the male told you how shitty they are and that it was a good thing they're not talking to you anymore.
to this day, you still didn't know it was toji behind it all.
𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍
he has no shame in speaking his mind. and he immediately sensed how your friends were treating you differently from the first time he sees them. the male wastes no time giving them the eyes, where he was clearly telling them to fuck off.
when you and your friends (and him) decided to take a break inside a restaurant, he was pissed. sukuna, didn't even want to come with at the first place — he actually forced himself to come for you. he wanted to make sure your friends knew their place.
he has a bold tongue. sukuna is spicy with his words, he could care less about what people think of him. so the second he hears a disrespectful comment from either one of your friends directed to you to make you feel like you're the odd one out, the male glowered at them.
"mind repeating that?" he questions calmly, but something in his voice was intimidating. as if he was about to jump up from his seat and strangle the hell out of your friends.
of course, your friends were silent. afraid of him.
"exactly." the male stood up, tugging you along with him out of the restaurant, "what friends you have."
you were embarrassed at the comment, and sukuna sensed that too. even if he was tempted to say more things about your friends — he held back. for you.
"you don't need friends. what more do you need than me?"
𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄
believe me when i say that he contemplated using his cursed speech technique on your friends. he had seen you come back from a night out with your friends, upset and teary eyed.
and from that day, he's always hated them. so when you said that you were going to hang out with them again — inumaki followed you, trailing after you like a lost puppy.
actually — scratch that, you were the lost puppy. trailing after your friends, behind them like you aren't even a part of the group. if it weren't for inumaki being there, it would just be you alone.
inumaki mutters out a lot of, "salmon" and "tuna mayo" to you. fuming.
you grabbed his hand, swinging it happily. at this point, you didn't even care about your friends — as long as inumaki was there, you didn't feel alone like you used to. so you did what you had to do since long ago.
ditch them.
"thank you for being here, toge."
inumaki was happy now, no longer in a foul mood, and he squeezed your hand, "tuna mayo!"
Content warning: Nanamixreader smut, penetration, missionary, dominant kento!, unprotected sex, pet names, talking her through it, <READER IS BLACK FEMALE CODED>
Author's note: Something that popped in my mind in the middle of the night and first time writing Kento. Slightly proofread, so not too much on me 😅. Honestly this was slightly rushed, so with that being said I do hope you guys still enjoy. And as always thanks for your support! 🤎 18 and under, GET TA STEPPIN!
Nanami likes to think of himself as a reasonable man.
A logical man.
A sensible man.
But not when it comes to you, oh no.
He’s a wild man.
A senseless man.
A feral man.
You, because of you everything that seems to make sense to Nanami vanishes into thin air. He doesn’t know how to act, how to think, how to speak whenever he’s in your presence. He only knows how to feel, oh and feel he does.
When he’s holding you.
Caressing you.
In you.
Nanami loves it, borderline obsessed. Hell, he is obsessed.
“You like it when I fuck you like this princess? C’mon, tell Daddy how good it feels.” Nanami groans out. He’s ramming his dick in and out of you at an animalistic pace. Mentally recording the sounds of your moans, the squelching of your juices, and the feeling of your walls clamping around his dick whenever he sings praises to you.
“So good daddy, don’t ever stop, please.” You whine out, tears streaming down your face.
This.
This is want makes Nanami’s rationality slip into oblivion. Watching you, studying you and your every move. Learning, perfecting, what it is that makes your brows furrow together in pleasure, what makes the blood rush to your clit and thumps like a drum, what has your whiny voice moaning out his name like a mantra. He’s forever mesmerized at your fucked-out state, the tears that cascade down your face, or the way your lips begin to bruise from how hard you bite down on them, relishing in the feel of his dick kissing your spot over and over again.
He’s a madman.
“Never. I’ll never stop. This pussy is too good for that.” He whispers in your ear before sucking on the sensitive spot on your neck that’s always getting you to arch your back off the bed.
This is the Nanami you yearned for. Of course you love the level-headed Nanami, but the rough fucking, dirty talking Nanami was who you craved, who you needed to satisfy your hunger.
“Kento, I’m right there. I’m going to cum.” You moan loudly when he takes one of his fingers in between the two of you, pressing down on your clit, drawing figure 8’s on it.
“Yea, you’re going to come for me babygirl?. Going to make a mess all over this dick? Do it, fucking do it. Let me feel it sweetheart.” Nanami begged, voice raspy and full of need. His relentlessness in drilling his dick deeper inside of you with the pressure of rubbing your clit caused the band in your stomach to snap, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave hitting the shore.
“That’s it, such a good girl for daddy.” He groans, throwing his head back in pure bliss. Gritting his teeth together as he chased after his own release, the feel of your walls spasming around him was all it took to send him over the edge.
“Daddy’s going to cum in this pussy, I’m going to fill you up and you’re going to take it like a good girl.” He mumbled dumbly as his dick twitched inside your heat.
“Fuck.” He dragged out, burying his head into the crook of your neck while his dick was buried inside the depth of your pussy, his release tainting your walls with his thick ropes of cum, leaving no part untouched.
With ragged breathing, Nanami slowly rose up from you, taking a moment to look over you. It was then that the sun began shining in from the windows, illuminating your deep, rich brown skin with such a glow, Nanami would argue with top scholars that you were a goddess. Your braids tousled around your head like a crown, the rise and fall of your breast trying to regulate your breathing, nipples still swollen as if he just finished teasing them, and the slick of your juices mixed with his cum oozing out of your pussy caused a deep growl to come from him.
“Legs back up, Daddy wants more.”
Nanami liked to think himself a sensible man.
But for you, Nanami loved to think himself a senseless man.
