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hot and sad

[maru-the-alien]

Setting my phone on fire and sending it out to sea in a very small boat while Danganronpa execution music plays in the background

[sweetkindcakkes]

It’s my Corolla

[maru-the-alien]

My wife is the funniest ever

[sweetkindcakkes]

It’s my Corolla

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Send in a number and a pairing!

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

[cyborgsmanifesto]

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

[4velitta4]

I feel like this could be useful in my future

[astrologypixies-deactivated2016]

REBLOG THIS. I CANNOT STRESS HOW IMPORTANT THIS GUIDES ARE, BOOST THIS SHIT

[getupoffyourcassbutt]

If I don’t reblog this one of these things is definitely going to happen to me

[yournevergonnamakeitsworld]

Useful as fuck…

[chiimeramanticore]

i wanna see more art of trans men with boobs where the point of the art is anything other than the fact that they have boobs. i want the idea of trans men with breasts to stop being novel. i want people to stop perceiving trans men as only either having already had top surgery or always binding. i want people to stop assuming everyone with visible breasts is a woman or woman-aligned. i want breasts to become a completely genderless feature. i wanna be allowed to let em hang without being misgendered. i wanna be able to stop worrying about what to put on my chest every day for the sake of other people's perception of me without feeling pressured into getting expensive surgery. i want that to stop being the only two options for transmascs

[kumkaniudaku]

And then you can’t even say shit about bc people start trying to put you in a jacket and shit. Like omg it’s so strict???

[nedsseveredhead]

Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.

[stella-draws-things]

[scramratz]

Truth is, I don’t want a packer for benign gender purposes, I want one for perverted horny purposes

[ifwebefriends]

DAWG look at how Caine floats away here in one of the Jax flashbacks I’m dead 🤣🤣🤣

[cactusvolumes]

Boundaries (T.F.)

Synopsis: Your roommate Toji has no understanding of privacy, and that escalates

Tags/Warnings: Toji x M!Reader, smut, porn with minimal plot, switch!Toji x switch!reader, oral sex, very very light dubcon (consent is clarified pretty much immediately), roommates, friends with benefits, friends with benefits to.. lovers?

Word Count: 2,064

Notes: Trying to get back into the swing of things so took this idea off my list as a little "warm up" to get me writing again also I didn't proof this and nobody beta'd it so good luck

Once you’d moved in with Toji, privacy had become a thing of the past. Once upon a time you’d liked taking hour long showers to yourself, or using the kitchen while it was empty, or just being in your own bedroom naked. Not now that you had this guy as your roommate. It was beyond frustrating, but you’d adjusted. Whatever, you got your alone time when he wasn’t home, and that was just something you dealt with. It was a small price to pay for a nice apartment, in a decent area, with low rent. Besides, it wasn’t like he was totally intolerable - the lack of privacy was honestly his biggest in, other than leaving dirty dishes in the sink. But at least they were in the sink, and not growing mould in his bedroom. Little mercies.

So, really, you shouldn’t have been surprised when one day he crossed the final line between you and barged in while you were taking a shower.

“Toji!” You yelled in protest, turning away from him so your back was facing him rather than your front, to preserve what little you had left of your privacy and modesty. You looked back at him over your shoulder just in time to watch as his eyes dragged up and down your figure, taking you in entirely shamelessly.

Then, rather than making some sort of lewd comment like any other hot blooded man might, he just said, “you seen my keys?”

Had you seen his keys? Seriously? “Dude, get out? I’m showering?” You replied, eyes widening at his sheer audacity. Not that you were unfamiliar with it by now, really you should be more prepared for things like this to happen. “I noticed.” “Yeah. I’m naked.” “I can see that. Have you seen my keys?” “No I haven’t seen your damn keys!” You yelled with a groan. “No need to get stressed about it, I’m just askin’ cause I can’t find ‘em.” “It’s not normal to walk in on your roommate while they’re showering. I need to know that you know that.” Still, rather than leaving, Toji simply leaned up against the frame of the door and continued to look at you - though, credit where due he’d not looked down from your face since the first glance he’d had.

“Why not? I’ve seen it all before.” He replied with a shrug, as if it truly were that easy. “Yeah, also while totally ignoring all boundaries and invading my privacy.” You reminded him, while Toji remained un-phased. “You never moved out, so you can’t mind that much.”

And.. damn he had you there. Despite it all, and your endless complaining to both Toji himself and your friends, you’d never even considered moving out. Was it worth it for the rent and everything else - or did you not mind as much as you told yourself that you did? Realistically.. how much did it matter? Toji wasn’t a pervert, he’d never attempted to do anything inappropriate, he just seemed entirely unbothered by it all. Like nudity was a non-issue and privacy wasn’t a necessity.

“I never barge in if I hear the bed squeaking, surely that’s enough.” He said with a smirk, and that was when he chose to take his leave, as you whipped around to yell at him a little more, only to be faced with the bathroom door closing. At least that meant you could rest assured he’d never walk in on you masturbating unintended.

His room didn’t have any tells.

Ever since the day you’d talked to Toji while in the shower, your own qualms about privacy had sort of faded away. You took to his same behaviours, like a child replicating someone’s worst habits. Walking into each other’s bedrooms unannounced; a general lack of care for nudity, especially when the weather started getting hotter; sharing straws and forks like you didn’t need to worry about what diseases the other might have. Which, to be fair, Toji never seemed to get sick so you really weren’t all that worried.

So, when one day you walked up to his room and just shoved open the door like you always did.. the sight of his dick in hand wasn’t really what you’d been expecting.

“Oh.” You said first, staring for a moment longer than was strictly polite. “You mind? Tryna do something here.” Toji dryly remarked, decidedly less bothered than you’d figured he might’ve been, considering this was the one thing he was careful about when it came to your privacy. “I can see that.” Came your next words, in an unintentional parallel to what had happened between the two of you not long ago. “You gonna go, are you pulling up a chair?” He asked.

The question was rhetorical, you knew that. He wasn’t actually inviting you to join him.

Your eyes flicked down anyway, and his hand was moving again, a clear string of precum connecting the meat of his hand to the tip of his cock. The urge to reach out and break the connection sparked in the back of your mind, but you thankfully resisted it.

“No chairs.” You said before you could stop yourself. Toji’s brows raised, still less bothered than you might’ve thought. “Room on the bed.” With his free hand, he patted the edge of the mattress, and your feet carried you without permission, sitting you on the corner of the bed just inches away from him. You sat side by side, but your body was angled to be able to watch the languid stroking of his hand along the shaft, occasionally twisting just a little in a way that made his eyes finally flutter closed.

He was just going to let you watch. No hesitation, no further questions. This was the only real boundary neither of you had ever crossed - had never even really talked about. It seemed like you still weren’t talking about it either.

Toji was a vision like this. Head tipped back to expose his throat, cock twitching in his hand as he stroked it, leaking like you couldn’t believe. You wanted to taste it, the thought appeared unbidden, and then once it was there it seemed to make a home and refuse to leave. You wanted desperately to lean over and just.. taste him, see what he’d do. He’d never stopped you from touching him before, but this was so different. Then, he’d never asked before starting to walk in on you either. Maybe it was okay?

You turned to face him fully, he didn’t react. You shuffled closer, he didn’t react. You rested a hand on his thigh, and a muscle jumped beneath the skin, but otherwise he didn’t react. It inched slowly upwards, he didn’t react. You leaned in closer, he didn’t react. Your breath ghosted the tip of his cock, his breath caught.

Finally, lips slightly parted, your tongue made contact with the tip, bitter and salty precum hitting your taste buds and sending a shiver down your spine. Toji reacted that time, a groan getting caught in his throat, hips twitching as if to buck upwards.

“Fuck are you doin’?” He asked, but his fingers found the back of your head to hold onto, not push away or even closer. It was far from a rejection. “Looked like you might need a hand. Or, mouth.” You replied, looking up intently at him. Toji opened your eyes, a shuddering breath ripped from his chest at the sight of you there, just hovering over him, tongue already extending to find his skin again. “Only an idiot would say no t’ that.”

No better permission than that. So, you took it further.

With his hand out of the way, you wrapped your own fingers around the base of his cock to hold it steady as you sank further down, taking it between your lips to swirl your tongue around the head properly, feeling how it pulsed with arousal, and sent a bolt through you in return. Your own cock was hard now, leaking just as much as Toji’s had been, throbbing desperately in your boxers. No doubt that if Toji looked, he’d be able to see it clearly, but for now his eyes were closed with eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he enjoyed the feel of your velvet mouth.

No sense in taking it slow, so you worked to take him deeper, then deeper, hand working what you couldn’t take. He wasn’t exactly small, you’d known that long before today considering how prone he was to walking around naked. It managed to be even more impressive erect. You adjusted the way you knelt beside him for stability, then used your newly freed hand to roll his balls in your palm, and the shuddering moan that followed was plenty reward for the choice.

Both of you knew where this was headed, and you found yourself eager for it. To see it happen, watch his expression as he spilled into your mouth.

So you hollowed your cheeks, hand sinking and rising with you whenever you bobbed your head, twisting to work his length fully, other hand playing with his balls as you felt his thick length twitch and throb, indicating his incoming release.

When it happened, his groan made you wonder if maybe you could come untouched with the right motivation. His abdomen tensed, muscles rippling beneath skin, sweat rolled down his temples and his hand tangled in the messy sheets. The taste of his seed wasn’t the most pleasant, but it never was - he managed to be better than most, at least. You swallowed, because you’re no quitter, and pulled back just to watch him twitch and pant.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted, “should’ve mentioned how good you were at that sooner.” “Didn’t exactly come up.” You replied with a shrug, finally releasing him, wiping your slightly damp hand on the sheets. “You want help with yours?” “If you’re offering.”

He was.

An easy rhythm started from there. Boundaries between you dissolved like sugar in water, without resistance or sound, and soon enough it was like they’d never existed at all. You began to wonder if they had, or if that had all been fake. You’d done just about everything together, on practically every surface in the apartment that you shared. From his bedroom to yours, to the bathroom, to the kitchen, to the front door - whenever your hands could be on each other, they were. Even casually, just sitting and watching TV together your hand would find his way into his pants, or he’d sit on your cock like it was where he belonged. Sometimes you fucked him, sometimes he fucked you - it was all pretty fluid.

It wasn’t a big deal really, it didn’t need to be. Until someone asked you on a date, and you fumbled on how to answer. Would Toji care? Did you care if he did? How much did the arrangement between you truly matter?

So, you asked him that night.

“Where do we stand on fooling around with other people?” You asked him when you found him in the kitchen making rice. “You don’t get enough already?” He teased with a smirk, already reaching for you to grab your ass, squeezing firmly. “Oh trust me big guy, you are plenty. Only asking cause a guy asked me on a date earlier.” “What did you say?” “Said no - he smelled like fish. But it just made me wonder.” You explained briefly, reaching into another cupboard to find yourself a pack of noodles for your own evening meal.

“That’s not fooling around, that’s a date.” Toji pointed out, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded over his chest. “Alright then - where do we stand on dating people?”

Toji’s arms wrapping around you came as a surprise. One moment you were sorting through the things in the cupboard to find the noodles you were sure should’ve been leftover, and the next you’d been lifted off your feet and set down on top of the counter. He stepped in between your legs, one hand holding your face while the other held your knee. “We don’t. Because you’re mine.” His voice was low and husky, the sort of thing that started a low fire in your gut, and made you want to part your legs even further for him. “Yours, huh?” “Damn right.”

You were alright with that.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

[mononijikayu]

"it's not a big deal when it's you, babe." — ryomen sukuna.

imagining that time all ace star volleyball player ryomen sukuna was deep in sleep after a long day at work. it was already late when he got in. marin was the only one left waiting for him. he pats marin softly after putting away his gear. marin excitedly pushes her head against his palm and even to his body, her tail wagging in joy that her dad was finally home.

"aren't you a little bit too excited to see dada, pretty girl?" he giggles as marin bypassed his hand and pushes her body onto him, making him slouch against her body. he laughs deeper this time. "ill take that as a yes, pretty girl."

marin barks lightly, but even then sukuna sushes her softly, pressing a kiss against her golden ear. "now pretty girl, mama's asleep. shes exhausted, you know? give her some peace and quiet. your sister's being a bit difficult today, so be kind, hm?"

marin didn't seem to understand as she tilted her head but sukuna couldn't even be frustrated with that. she was too cute. so he's going to let it pass. besides, he's too exhausted. he's not going to last the remainder of the night. he's going to take this moment be happy to sleep on it.

"come on, marin. let's go to sleep too. otherwise, we'll miss mama for breakfast. and miss on our morning walk too!"

that marin seems to understand as she follows him to the bedroom. sukuna watches as she ends up laying on her big, comfortable doggy bed, finding herself slowly letting her energetic body become more relaxed. sukuna nodded in approval, marin lays her head on her biggest pillow as she watched him enter the bathroom.

for the first time in his entire life, ryomen sukuna debated whether or not he should shower before going to bed or just washing up. he has never had a time where he hasn't showered. the red eyed man was sensitive to feeling like sweat clinging his skin or not feeling refreshed after a long day of training. but he was too exhausted to try and think about it. so he decides to just wash up.

"wait." he stops himself as he preps to wash, narrowing his eyes. "she's not going to like it if i just wash up too......"

he looks at you, his beloved astrophyscist wife, sleeping serenely amongst the many layers of blankets you have on the bed. as of late, you've felt so disturbed by the heat you feel in your body as the pregnancy progressed. sukuna understood so he turned up the ac. but then you complained about feeling cold. it was a simple fix for him. he gathers as many thickened blankets at home and placed it on your bed for you to use. you were content with that and you felt better for it.

despite all those blankets and feeling the heat yourself, your rule hasnt changed. you liked it better when the two of you showered before bed. the fresh, cool feeling of having a body clean and well washed lessens the grievance of warmth when you hugged. especially now that you were feeling so hot this pregnancy and your smelling senses becoming more intense, you would not be hugging him tonight, given the smell and the difference in body temperature.

he purses his lips. the water is cold tonight, and he'll have to wait for the heater to do its thing. but still, making sure he's clean and cool and smells amazing for you is the least he could do. you're doing everything already, especially growing your child. sukuna nods to himself as he turns the shower on.

"for my wife and child!" he quietly hypes himself up. "let's do this!"

ryomen sukuna doesn't last more than five minutes with the cold water. but it got the job done. still, he feels himself shivering as he comes out, already dried his hair. marin looks at him, almost like she's judging him. sukuna sighed, putting the towel on the bathroom rack to dry.

"marin, take that look off and go to sleep, young lady." sukuna says, as he starts laying on the bed too. marin looks up at him, her big eyes still unchanged in their gaze. he sighs. "you're really going to keep judging your old man, huh?"

marin lowers her head and starts to prepare herself to sleep. sukuna looks aghast. "wow, okay then."

sukuna all but slipped beneath the covers a moment later, another quiet yawn escaping him as he settled onto the mattress and pulled the blanket to his chest. for a while he simply watched you. his heart gave the familiar, helpless flutter it always did. you were drooling faintly onto the pillow, brow furrowed in sleepy indignation as you searched for a more comfortable position, carefully turning along with your prominent belly.

a little while later, you had apparently begun holding an earnest conversation with a dolphin in your dreams. somehow, every one of those little details only deepened the affection swelling in his chest. bathed in silver moonlight, you looked impossibly beautiful, and the sight of you waiting safely at home made the strain of the day melt away. this, he thought, was the reward at the end of every exhausting practice and every difficult match and every game. the quiet certainty of coming back to you, your baby and marin.

he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. the tiny crease between your brows eased at once, and the corners of your lips curved into the faintest smile. smiling himself, he gathered you gently into his arms and rested his forehead against your hair.

“i love you, babe. more than anything in the world. you, 'kumi and marin.” he whispered into the stillness of the room, the words growing softer with each repetition until sleep claimed him too, leaving the two of you wrapped together beneath the moonlit sheets.

but his sleep didn't last long. just as the night drifted, he turns around as he hears something said against his ear in the middle of the early morning. it was your voice, calling to him quietly.

“my love, you awake?” you murmured, poking his cheek. “wake up. it’s urgent.”

he slowly opened his eyes, carefully rubbing them before he sat up instantly. “baby, what happened?”

you turned your laptop toward him. he blinked. you've must have been awake for a while. he looks at the wall clock. it was three in the morning. quickly, he turned his attention back to you, who was smiling from ear to ear as you point to the computer pressed carefully against your body. he leaned closer. on the screen was a spreadsheet so elaborate it could have guided a space mission. there were tabs, color coding, formulas, and a graph titled projected craving satisfaction.

"babe, what is this?"

“its our self-indulgent research. this time my love, i require katsudon! i already ate some yesterday when you were at work, you see. but our baby seems to want some new style!” you announced as you grinned, looking at your belly and then back to sukuna. “the restaurant from yesterday scored really great. but now that our girl wants something from a different restaurant this time, we should indulge her.”

he narrowed his ruby colored eyes. “babe, if i wasn't mistaken, counting yesterday, it means you’ve eaten katsudon four nights in a row.”

“yes, but the panko-to-rice ratio was suboptimal yesterday. i think we are never going back to that katsudon place. i mean, i have evidence.” you said excitedly. "give me a moment, there's a chart!"

you clicked to a chart. ryomen sukuna, who had once memorized an opponent’s entire playbook out of spite, found himself staring at a scatterplot labeled crispness versus emotional fulfillment. he rubbed a hand over his face and laughed despite himself.

“you’re reviewing comfort food like it’s a telescope proposal.”

“as an astrophysicist, this is an important record to have.” you replied with impeccable seriousness, “i am obligated to follow the data. also, our little girl agrees with me.”

the appeal to your pregnancy was, as always, unbeatable. he knew that this was important to you and your happiness as much as it increases your daughter's strength as she grows. if it's for the two of you, he doesn't see why he shouldn't just go and do it.

ryomen sukuna answered with a theatrical yawn and pushed himself to his feet, stretching until his shoulders popped. the display earned exactly what he wanted ehich was of course, your sleepy little giggle. with a wide grin, he crossed to the coat rack and tugged on his hoodie, glancing over at you as you sat cross-legged amid pillows and spreadsheets.

“you know, babe, this is not what people typically do with their cravings.” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket, “most people satisfy a midnight craving with whatever is open.”

“and deprive science of a valuable data point?” you gasped. “never. and besides, my love. when have we ver been normal?”

"never." he laughed and bent to kiss your forehead. “all right, then. if that is what my queen and princess desire, which poor establishment has been selected for tonight’s field study?”

you spun the laptop toward him and tapped the highlighted row. “the little place by the river. we haven’t sampled their katsudon yet. i think they’re new!”

“a rookie contender, huh?” the fuschia haired man mused. “do they know an olympic-level, internationally acclaimed astrophysics review panel is about to descend upon them?”

“not yet but they'll find out soon enough!” you replied with a mischievous smile. “oh, my love, send me your location when you get there too. i need to estimate travel time for the report.”

sukuna shook his head fondly. “you’ve turned comfort food into a research proposal.”

“and you my dearest beloved husband, my precious lover boy, my love, you are ever so amazing as a husband and a father.” you countered to him. “a smart and able athlete on the field and now you are my most reliable research assistant too!”

“highest honors i’ve ever received, babe. thank you so much for this honor.” he said with an exaggerated bow. you giggled with delight at his playfulness. “all right—send me the pin.”

“on it!” you chirped, already tapping away on your phone. a moment later his buzzed. “mission parameters transmitted.”

“excellent, ill be on my way.” your husband all but said, slipping the phone into his pocket. “try not to add any new variables while i’m gone.”

“no promises, my love.”

"even now you're a brat, you know that?"

you grin with mischief. "don't you like it that way?"

he smiled back just as mischievously. ".....that i do."

a little over half an hour passes, your husband returned to find you exactly where he had left you, delicate body askew tenderly on the bed, trying to get comfortable as you type away on the computer. as you saw him enter the room, your eyes alight with anticipation. the moment he set the bag down, you clasped your hands together.

“you made good time, my love! this is great variable for the research.” you observed.

“anything for the principal investigator, of course.” he replied, handing over the precious cargo. “now, let’s see if this place is worthy of being on the research spreadsheet.”

you took a bite, closed your eyes, and hummed thoughtfully before reaching at once for the laptop. he chuckled, leaning over your shoulder to watch as you entered the newest results, already eager to hear the official verdict.

“nine point two…no, wait. that's not good. im getting my feelings ahead of this.” you narrowed your eyes at the spreadsheet, lips pursed in concentration. “let me rectify, i feel like that’s too generous. nine point one. i have to be objective.”

he raised a brow, chopsticks suspended halfway to his mouth. “a whole tenth of a point? that’s a brutal review on your part, isn't it?"

you nodded with all the gravity of a seasoned scientist. “the broth is exceptional, true enough. it's rich, balanced, deeply comforting. but the cutlet is slightly lopsided. when making a dish like this, its the symmetry matters. that's what makes it good too.”

“of course it does, babe.” he replied solemnly. “how foolish of me to overlook such a catastrophic flaw.”

you stifled a laugh and entered the final score. beside you, your fuchsia-haired husband shook his head, chuckling so hard he nearly dropped his chopsticks. when he finally recovered, he slipped an arm around your shoulders and drew you closer.

watching you work, he found himself thinking that these sleepy little expeditions would become the stories he cherished most. one day he would tell them to your daughter, embellishing every detail until she rolled her eyes and laughed, and perhaps years after that to grandchildren gathered around the dinner table.

he could already hear himself saying that the fearsome ace of the volleyball court who was admired by fans, opponents, and teammates alike had never been happier than when he was moonlighting as the devoted assistant to the world’s most adorable food researcher.

you caught him smiling to himself. “what’s that look for?”

“just thinking to myself, that's all.” he said, squeezing your shoulder gently. “i’m going to be telling this story for the rest of my life, you know? its an exciting one to tell our kids. the midnight missions to feed you and our girl. the many happy research spreadsheets you make. even this, the lectures on cutlet geometry......think that's going to be a story to tell, babe.”

“you make it sound like an ordeal.” you pout at him. "the kids would be bored of hearing it!"

“not at all, i think they'll be happy to hear it. we're having adventures like this. no one does it like we do.” he replied, smiling at you as he shook his head. “the kids will love it. and....i’d do a thousand more. though i may insist on your co-author status on the final paper.”

"you already are!"

"well that's good to hear! more credible means to fall back on once i retire."

you laughed lightly and held out your bowl. blushing cheeks prominent as your eyes turned lowly, shy as you looked at him. “my love…if it's alright with you....may i have a little more?”

he didn’t hesitate. “take mine.”

“all of it?” your eyes shone at his offer.

“all of it." he all but nodded, taking away your empty bowl and then placing his own in your hands. “it's not a big deal when it's you, babe. and if you’re still hungry afterward, i’ll go back for seconds. they’ll be open for a while yet.”

you looked up at him, touched. he only smiled, tapping the spreadsheet lightly with a fingertip. “what can i say? i’m committed to the research.”

sukuna smiles as he leans close and kisses you. "hm, that's how i love it, babe."

you smiled, looking up at him. "i love you."

"hm, and i love you more."

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"So. Turns out I'm pretty stupid."

"Yeah."

"Wow. Really expected at least a little push back, there."

[dankmemeuniversity]

[galaxywarp]

once you realize you don’t actually need to sleep, you can really (stops talking abruptly and stares straight ahead for 4 minutes)