Please This Is Yummy, Love And Deepspace Vibes No?

HEY GUYS! First of all, happy new year! I have been thinking, with the environment of all these amazing creators around me, and the little trial run I did with my first post, would you be open or want me to start writing myself?

**Hello everyone**💫,🍉

I hope you are doing well. I need your support as my family is struggling due to the situation in Gaza💔.

I have posted their story along with photos.🙏🏻 Please consider sharing this post to help us reach more people who can offer support.🗣

Could you reblog the pinned post from my account🥺❤?

Thank you very much for your time and kindnes

https://www.gofundme.com/f/desired-hope-help-mahmoods-family-to-leave-gaza

Done!🫶🏻sending prayers for your family!

GUYS. Just joined tumblr like a month ago and the sheer talent??! Like I absolutely adore the SMAUS by @retiredteabag, @saintkaylaa, @sweetsugarine, @sanaoria, and so many more lmao I’m too lazy to put them all here rn. So anyways HIIII! (Just didn’t want my profile to be empty lmao.)

GLOW UPP!!!!😽😻🙌🏼🫶🏻

When they realise that YOU’RE the dom one! (Fem!reader) (CRACKKK/Smut)

E.g. the first time you kiss, you make the first move, or you turn it into a make out sesh, grabbing their slutty ass waist lmaoo😍🤭🤣🫶🏻 and if you’re including sukuna or a usually dom character, I wanna see that!!!

GUYS. I’ve decided to start a new series with the tag “ideas” for any creators to use where I will essentially be posting my ideas for smaus, fics, whatever and all are free to use or forward it on to their fav creators with credits😍 as for the first one,

WHEN they back up a new girl friend or colleague when you were being mean, not knowing the shit she said to you.

When they see you in a crop top or bikini for the first time and you have washboard abs! (Crack, smut if you want) fem!reader

My saviour complex is acting up lmaoo😹

Just some thoughts on holding Toji protectively...

You know he of all people doesn't need to be protected, he's got that part covered, but that doesn't stop you from enveloping him in your arms, and shielding him from anything and everything for a few moments, whenever you get the chance to. Even when there's nothing to say and it's completely silent, you stay with him for as long as necessary and you make him feel loved.

And Toji... well, he has no complaints whatsoever. He likes being embraced by your endless warmth, and having his head cradled in your hand, while your other one strokes his back. It's a vulnerability he only allows himself to indulge in with you. And when you kiss the top of his head or his forehead, he swears he just wants to lose himself in you. Your loving, gentle touch makes him want to strip you of everything but your skin and kiss every inch of you. He could stay in your arms forever, or as long as you'll have him.

Sometimes, when you straddle his lap and hold his head to your chest, he falls asleep like the most worry-free man in the world. It's comfort, it's safety, it's you. Your sweet scent fills his nose and suddenly he finds it so hard to let go of you. He doesn't want to release you. He's home.

You have a tendency to let your thoughts spill out during these moments. You tell him about how you think about going out to pick people off with him—for him— because you want him to come home safe every time, and his response to that is "never in a million years, ma." He would rather miss you and come home to you after a long day, than allow you to put yourself in harms way. Toji knows that all he has to do to make you feel the same amount of adrenaline, is chase you around the house with the promise of doing "bad things" to you if he catches you.

Nobody would ever assume that an assassin of Toji's caliber could be turned from a ferocious bear, to someone who borderline pouts when you tell him you need to go do something and that you'll be back in a sec. Once he's in your hold, he doesn't know how to pull away. You're usually the one who initiates these intimate moments, but you're also the first one to let go when it's necessary. He'll jokingly ask why you hate him and make other lighthearted comments of that sort, when you leave him planted where he is, alone, but all it takes is a playful squint of your eyes for him to throw a smirk back at you, revealing the teasing nature of his words. The instant you leave the room, he feels cold to point where goosebumps appear on his arms—like he's being hit by the strong gusts of wind that you were protecting him from.

I would follow him if it was real hundred percent🫶🏻

JJK Coded Tweets

toji fushiguro edition~

a/n: I think this might be my favorite edition. Toji is funny asf.

divider by @jilval !

Cute boys are my life💗and sukuna like this is just PEAK girlies

∘ ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ The sight would’ve been comical if it weren’t so endearing. Sukuna—fearsome, hulking Sukuna—was sprawled out on your small, girlish bed, clearly not meant for someone of his size or stature. The pale pink comforter barely covered his massive frame, and yet he was curled under it, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. One of your plush, frilly pillows was tucked under his head, and in his arms? One of your favorite stuffed animals, held firmly against his chest like it was the key to his survival.

The mouth on his stomach was slightly parted, almost snoring in sync with him, and his upper eyes were peacefully closed. The lower pair, however, fluttered open briefly as though sensing your gaze, but they shut again when they found no immediate threat.

“Sukuna,” you whispered softly, your voice gentle as you leaned closer.

The sound of your voice made his clawed hand twitch against the stuffed animal, his fingers kneading more insistently into the soft fabric. His lips parted slightly, and he let out a low, gravelly rumble that sounded almost like a purr. Slowly, one of his upper eyes cracked open, hazy and sluggish, the crimson gaze struggling to focus on you.

“Hmm…” he grunted, his voice deep and heavy with sleep. His eyes fluttered shut again, as if staying awake was too much effort, but his hand shifted, releasing the stuffed animal and blindly reaching out toward you.

“You missed me?” you cooed, sitting gently on the edge of the bed and brushing your fingers over his hair. His face leaned subtly into your touch, his brows relaxing, though his lips remained in their usual faint scowl.

He didn’t respond, but his other hands flexed, claws pressing into the mattress in slow, rhythmic motions, the same way he’d been clutching the stuffed animal moments before. His body practically radiated warmth, his size overwhelming the small bed, and the sight of him like this—heavy-lidded and utterly unguarded—filled you with a quiet ache.

“You don’t have to say it,” you murmured, stroking his temple as his chest rumbled softly. “I’m here now.”

His bottom pair of eyes cracked open now, their gaze more sluggish and unfiltered. They blinked at you slowly, the same way a contented cat might, and then shut again as he exhaled deeply.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Sukuna tugged you closer, his claws catching on the hem of your shirt as if afraid you’d slip away. “Don’t move,” he mumbled, his deep voice barely audible. His head settled back against the frilly pillow, his breathing evening out again as if your presence was all he needed to return to sleep.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. His lips twitched faintly, his grip on you tightening as his body melted further into the mattress. His massive frame seemed smaller like this, softened by sleep and your affection, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how someone so fearsome could be so disarmingly tender.

Even in his dreams, you could feel his powerful hands twitching faintly against your skin, the unspoken need for you written in every sluggish movement and contented sigh.