Just Existing

🖤 18+ blog. I do not interact with minors 🤍 F/28 just reshares and my occasional bullshit.

[lxnarphase]

enjin giving you a gag gift for your birthday, slapping your back with a hard laugh when he sees how embarrassed you are that he got you a dildo with a birthday card that reads 'something to take the edge off'

but hes the same guy who has his ear pressed against the wall to hear you try your hardest to muffle the debauched, needy moans. finally, finally you're able to get out all that stress thats been coiling in your tummy for weeks, your sopping wet pussy drowning out the soft gasps and choked back whines with nasty squelches.

and enjin's just happy his stupid gift came in handy, and that you actually liked it...it was molded from his dick, after all.

[mintmatcha]

mr knight and his arranged marriage wife having intense, late night sessions playing chess together

[mintmatcha]

i think its the first thing you two really have in common. You notice a chess set, clearly gifted, and perk up immediately, offering to teach him to play.

he. absolutely cleans the floor with you multiple times.

and he's smiling the entire time

[mintmatcha]

thats not to say you aren't a good chess player. You're very good.

He's just... better.

though, you find on nights where you wear your looser gowns, the ones that gap at the top, the chemise that's nearly see through, he seems to forget how to play

[mintmatcha]

the first night you play is quiet. both of you focus on the game and awkward small talk.

the second night, as you're moving your first pawn, you gingerly ask a question.

"Why is your second staying here?" Your bat your eyelashes as you ask. "Does he not have family to return to?"

Your husband rolls his head back and forth, sucking air through his teeth.

"I don't know if I should divulge."

That makes you sit up.

"Is it dangerous? Related to espionage or battle-"

"No, no, it's... He has fallen out of favor with his wife." He moves his piece confidently, the painted stone clicking against the tile. Tonight, you play on his bed, on top of the covers, both of you lounging long. "He has been with her for seven years. Their eldest just turned five."

You wait for more, but he gestures to the board, waiting for your move. Once you move another pawn, he continues.

"Last time we went to his estate, he brought home his bastard, who was born five days before his eldest," he says. His eyes is focused on the board, but you know the knit in his brow isn't because of your chess prowess. "Now, he expects her to raise the boy, who is now the firstborn and will inherit the family estate."

The pieces of the game go flying when you reach over and shove the man by the shoulder. he nearly falls off the side of the mattress, stumbling to catch himself.

"Shut up!" Your voice echoes down the hall from the volume. Your husband looks shocked, eyes wide, mouth popped open.

"Why did you hit me?!" he says, aghast. " I didn't do it!"

"These are things you tell your wife!" you say. "Why are you friends with such a slut of a man?"

"We-- slut?"

"Slut! I'm allowed to curse, am I not?"

"My wife is allowed to do whatever she likes for the rest of her life!"

[mintmatcha]

still thinking about boyfriends dad

[mintmatcha]

him walking into the kitchen one morning in only his underwear, cock hard and heavy enough it bounces against his thigh when he walks. he doesnt acknowledge it; he pours himself a cup of coffee and gives you a nod.

"you're staring at me," he says.

neither one of you have acknowledged the tension between you. the way he watches your lips and the way you undo your bikini tops when you sunbathe by the pool.

"I'm just really hungry all of a sudden," you say. "Your son fed me before he left, but he just... didnt fill me up."

the next day, you get your coffee in just your panties and your favorite bra. he's back again, just as hard as he scooches behind you to grab the pot from the percolator. his cock is press against your ass and you can feel how thick he really is.

"did you get your fill this morning?" he asks from over your shoulder.

"no," you press back slightly. "I'm ravenous."

"You think he'd be more like his father. I always make sure my woman are stuffed."

[mintmatcha]

You two get into a habit of hugging when you say good morning. He wraps his arms around you and keeps you tight so you can feel him against your stomach. Sometimes he lifts you on to the counter to "hug you better". like that his cock is pressed right up against your cunt, angled perfectly as if he's about to enter you.

"Best hug we've ever had," he whispers with a roll of the hips.

[mintmatcha]

running into him in the middle of the night after your boyfriend failed to get it up.

"take it out," you whisper. "I need to see it."

and he does, giving to a couple long, languid strokes until it starts to thicken. it's bigger thsn you thought.

"i'll give it to you," he says, stepping closer until you're nearly chest to chest.

"Not while he's home." you cant pull your eyes from him "I want to be loud when you stretch me out."

he nods, but takes your hand in his and guides it to his crotch, forcing you to cup him.

"Feel how heavy my balls are?" he asks "That's all for you."

[kendymaycry]

when he holds his palm out for you to spit in before making you watch him jack off

[loveridden1999]

top 3 hobbies for young adults:

1. borrowing misery from future

2. carrying grief of the past

3. agonizing over the present

[tired-biscuit]

bumping into your really nice alpha neighbour in the hallway (who you’ve been on again off again flirting with for weeks now), but squeaking out a little “sorry!” while having to rudely push past him so that you can get into your apartment before your heat gets out of control

vs

him being unable to resist following after you the second you scurry upstairs, every step he takes now getting a little more urgent, his blood hotter, until he’s pacing in front of your door, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth; trying everything in his power to keep himself from knocking because the way he is moving now reminds him of a predator and he doesn’t like it - he’s nice, goddammit, he’s nice

[saintshigaraki]

toji number one brat enabler like you’re his baby. he can lay down the law and you both know if you push too far he will but as long as you just toe the line he’s gonna give you what you want

[justirina]

@psyduckz inspired me with the early vessel au

Here my lil, wordless comic ^^ context: Megumi found a friend!

Extra art :)

[selenitequing]

enjin fans. how’s that hyperindependance and inability to trust others doing? 🫣

[hangenism]

enjin is your unofficial boyfriend

enjin liked you. you knew it, he knew it. hell, everyone at HQ knew.

even though he shouldn’t, he acted like you were already his.

whenever you got ready, he’d linger in the doorway like he belonged there, arms crossed, watching you with that familiar, unreadable stare.

then, like it didn’t matter at all, he’d finally speak.

“well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?”

his voice was rough, but there was a strange warmth beneath it. the way he looked at you said everything.

he’d take you out one-on-one, saying HQ had gotten "boring". he acted like it was nothing, just casual—though it was clear to anyone paying attention that it wasn’t.

he always paid the tab too, barely even looking at the bill.

"it's pocket change."

you’d roll your eyes as he pulled the money from his wallet. you’d long passed the stage of arguing with him about it. he simply wouldn’t let you.

“enjin, i can pay for my own food.”

“i know.”

“…then why—”

“because i don’t want you to.”

and that was that.

anytime you left HQ without him, he'd constantly blow up your phone.

mary poppins: Hey. mary poppins: Where are you? mary poppins: Hello??? mary poppins: Don’t ignore me. mary poppins: I saw you walk out earlier mary poppins: Who was that guy mary poppins: was that your friend orrrr mary poppins: because he didn’t look like a friend mary poppins: is this some kind of prank? mary poppins: Text me ASAP

when you didn’t answer fast enough, he’d follow up with the most insulting excuse for concern.

mary poppins: if you’re dead i’m going to be pissed.

and every time he drove, he let you pick the music.

you didn’t even have to ask anymore. the second you reached for the aux, he’d already be handing it over.

“how come she always gets to pick the music?” zanka asked from the backseat, clearly annoyed.

"because,” enjin replied, like it was obvious.

zanka narrowed his eyes. “because…?”

enjin didn’t even look away from the road.

“mind ya business.”

zanka scoffed and stared out the window, sulking like a toddler. riyo choked on her laughter, turning her face away, and rudo blinked between the two of them, completely lost.

you just leaned back in the passenger seat, smug.

enjin’s hand shifted on the wheel.

then—subtle, like it was an accident—his knuckles brushed your thigh.

not enough for anyone else to notice.

just enough for you to.

this was in my drafts. @yorikae you better start gachiakuta or i will find you 😡😡

[demonslayerlaughs]

-🦋

[gayasswitchbitch]

Yearning Enjin! Hcs pretty pls <3 👀

Enjin Yearning Headcannon

A/n: let me cook

If he sees someone eyeing you or trying to flirt he is DISGUSTED. He might even tease them to make them take a step back.

That being said, If he thinks you might like the person back he’ll ask questions or make comments in a playful manner so he doesn’t have to straight up ask if he’s got competition. “Awe. You guys looked like love birds.” And he’s like 👀

He may not have told you how special you are to him yet but if you don’t give him special treatment he is offended. What do you mean you’re not saving him a piece of cake or picking him first for missions?

I’m sorry but he’s definitely shamelessly looking at your body (yes YOUR body. body teaaa don’t play.)

He teases you extra. Way more than he does with others.

He’s grown a habit of draping his arms around you too often. He’ll be walking by and just plop his arm around your shoulder.

If you sit next to him after a mission he’ll rest his head on your shoulder to relax.

He wants you to steal a shirt or a hoodie of his so bad. He hears about it in relationships and wants that sooo bad.

Shamelessly flirts but not enough for anyone to think TOO much of it... Something like “hey gorgeous, how you doing?” Or “geez. You can’t look at a guy like that and expect him to behave.” IDK I DONT MAKE THE RULES GUYS.

Often caught looking at your lips instead of your eyes when talking. That man ain’t listening. He’s just humming along, arms crossed, nodding, and he’s got a smirk.

Makes half jokes just to see how you’ll react. “Oh no..there’s only two rooms.. guess you’ll have to bunk with me.”

[mintmatcha]

btw I think your father met your knight right after he's appointed to his position in the military. its a gathering of some sorts, one where the knight is forced to be there and he's miserable-

until he catches a glimpse of you across the way. you're laughing with friends and he thinks it's the prettiest sound in the whole world. Your dress is like the waves of the Sapphire Sea: a brilliant blue he did not know fabric could be, capped white hems, and glittering gems scattering throughout the design.

"Do you know who that is?" a man says to the knight, gesturing with his glass of wine.

"No. It's wrong of me to stare," the knight says without thinking. "But think she may be the most beautiful girl in the world."

The man laughs.

They talk for a while, about life, about how the knight's family is from Theesa and the man sails there often, how the knight is now a commander, how the men under him are being taught how to behave. The mention their time in the Golden City and how the knight pays for his mother to live there, near her friends and the sea.

"Are you married?" the man asks suddenly and the knight is taken aback.

"Life in the knighthood hasn't left me with many options for marriage."

"Do you wish to have a wife?"

The knight is even more surprised. It takes him a moment to answer, voice suddenly soft. "I would. A family as well."

"You are in luck. My daughter needs to be wed."

"I could never deserve her hand-"

"Nonsense. I do not care about title; I care if you will treat my beloved daughter the way she deserves," the man says. "If I could take care of her forever, I would, but I fear I will die one day. She will need a husband. If she likes you, her hand will be yours."

Before the knight can reply, the man calls for his daughter.

And the most beautiful girl in the world turns around.

[suzumori521]

🎏

In Japan, there is a custom of decorating a streamer in the shape of a koi carp on a pole in the yard in May to wish for the healthy growth of boys.

This streamer is called a "Koinobori" (carp banner).

The number and color of koinobori carp vary from period to period, and the different sizes of carp can mean parent and child or family.

There is also a legend that when a carp climbs a waterfall, it becomes a dragon.

[definitelysleepdeprived]

Why the fuck aren’t we tagging spoilers at our BIG ages

[mewnbuns]

letting him rub his cock against you while you’re lying on your stomach, his huge hands spreading your ass open so he watch the tip split through your folds and tease all the way over both of your holes….

[angelamajiki]

CW: dubcon/noncon, a/b/o, alpha gojo/omega reader, heats

A/N: for missus annie @ratsqueaks </3 also popping my gojo cherry aha

“Hiding?”

The response he’ll get is irrelevant, your body always says what you won’t. Gojo already had your number before entering the classroom. Lucky him, finding you flushed and breathless, and most importantly alone after hours. It wasn’t often he got to speak to you in such an…intimate setting. Yeah, that’s what he’ll call it. Intimate.

“I’m fine.” You spat back, ignoring the fact that both of you could see just how bad you were shaking.

“Sweetness, I don’t even need to use my Six Eyes to know you’re anything but. I could sniff it off you a mile away.” Never expect anything less from a man as uniquely humiliating as he was, Gojo was more than willing to give you the pleasure of admitting your current…situation. Like hell, you would. He was nothing more than an idiotic stud looking for a stubborn mare to break.

“Yeah? Well, I hate to rain on your parade for trying to get a laugh from me, but I’m already on my way out. So, if you’ll excuse me–”

His silence unnerved you, more so than his shit-eating smirk or his unwillingness to move out of the doorway. His scent was suffocating and comforting all at once, leaving you in a wake of dread and peace that clouded your hazy mind even further. And God did his nonchalant attitude piss you off more than anything, just content to stare and gawk with his hands in his pockets like there wasn’t a care in the world for him.

“Laugh? You’ve got it all wrong, I came here to help you, little girl.” He chuckled, walking towards you.

Oh, how rich, how generous. How utterly insensitive and vulgar. (How terrifying.) “I don’t need your help.”

“Maybe I need yours.” He mocks, quick to snatch your hand and plant it on himself. “Can’t you feel what you’re doing to me?”

Even this simple touch made you feel weaker, knees practically buckling into him as he held you close by the waist. Words failed as you gaped up at him, still feeling like you were choking on air. Nimble fingers came up to tuck a few sweaty strands of hair up and off of your face before falling onto the back of your neck, stoking over the nape with an unfamiliar tenderness. Lips ghosted over your ear as he continued to ruin you with almost no effort.

“See how nice it is when you don’t hide from your instincts, from me? Why deny yourself the one person who could give you everything?”

Every word made you feel exponentially heavier in his arms, gripping his uniform with weak hands that could barely keep a grasp strong enough to stay upright. “That tough act is cute, really. But it’s only natural that you submit to me, don’t make this hard for yourself. I know you want to”

Nips trailed down your neck, drinking in every whimper and whine (voluntary or not) that found themselves stuck in your throat. “I promise I don’t bite…not yet at least, not until you’re begging for it.” His whispers sent more chills down your spine than his hands did. “Because trust me when I say you will bear my mark, I will feel you yield to me. Body, mind, and soul.”

“I’ve already got one to agree,” he smirked, feeling your body twitch under his touch. “Now onto convincing the rest.”