Part 1 In 2023.

"Thank you, chief" we all say in unison

Omg I forgot I have tumblr oops, but here’s the geto to the gojo art hehe 🤭 p.s I still don’t know how to use this app 😭

Pheromone Perfume .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, ino, toji

note: you put on a pheromone perfume and it makes them feral

warnings: crack, cursing, sexual, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

Canon

(only he can)

Doesn’t the saying go “A true knight gets his sword bloody”? Yeah. Yeah I love this talk. ILY anon

THAT'S RIGHT THAT'S RIGHTTT- MAJOR Toji and Sukuna vibes from this, too 🥴 Period? What period? They don't GAF.

I love moon knight fics. Fills up the empty hole in my heart

Thoughts on Marc/ Steven reacting to the reader trying to seduce them

Obviously Marc would be a lil shit but Steven would be clueless I think 😭 my sweet babyboy and he'd be blushing the whole time arghh

AN | These two really just live in my mind rent free 🥰

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader; Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Marc and Steven were…interesting to say the least. Not that it was a bad thing, they were just such different people yet so alike. Then again, they really were two sides of the same coin. Over time you’d learned to love them both in different ways, but the warmth and happiness they instilled in you was constant and never ending. But they loved you in all the ways you needed and in turn you gave them everything they could ever need.

You’d met Marc first, or rather he’d spotted you out at the bar and decided to meet you. He’d caught your eye when you’d first walked in but you would never have approached him. No, someone that gorgeous was surely out of your league. You weren’t even going to waste your breath. 

But then he came and introduced himself and the two of you had hit it off…enough that you convinced him (or maybe he convinced you to allow him) to come home with you. He was gone when you’d woken up after sleeping in - he’d kept you up till the early hours of the morning - but he did leave a note with his number. At least it wasn’t designated to be a totally one night stand. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing you’d fallen right into his lap, but you were curious to see where this would go. 

You’d texted him later that day and he’d responded after a while, leading to the two of you exchanging messages on a somewhat regular basis. You were pleasantly surprised to find that this man actually seemed to be into you. You didn’t see him for a few weeks after that first time, but the next time you decided it was your turn to take him down.

“Hey gorgeous,” you managed to sneak up on him as he sat at the bar, wrapping an arm around his waist. He stiffened in your grasp for a few moments before he realized it was just you. You turned your head so you could press a few kisses to his neck before whispering in his ear, “you smell delicious. It’s good to see you again, Marc.”

“Fuck,” a shudder ran down his spine as you continued to tease for a few moments before you let go of him and hopped onto the stool next to him. You could see the smile tugging on the corners of his mouth as he shook his head in amusement, “you enjoy your little moment, sweetheart?”

“Well, last time you seemed to like being in charge so I’d thought I’d see how it felt,” you flagged down the bartender and ordered your drink while he watched you incredulously. You were still getting to know each other but there was something about you that had him wanting to know everything. It was a strange, magnetic pull that you had over him, “what? Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” he answered as he tapped the neck of his beer against your glass, “I’m kind of surprised you came to be honest.”

“Me too,” you replied in earnest before shrugging, “I’m not…I’m not usually the type of person that just meets someone and immediately has sex with them but…apparently I am. But yeah…I dunno, there’s something about you I liked.”

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” you found yourself leaning in, hanging on his every word as you nodded, “I’m not usually like that either.” 

“You?!” your eyes widened in surprise at his words as he just laughed, “I mean…no..it’s just that…you’re gorgeous. I’m sure people throw themselves at you all the time.”

“Sometimes,” he admitted with a shrug, “doesn’t mean I just want to have sex with everybody. Only the right ones.”

“Consider me flattered,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the silly wink he offered up, “but at the same time, I’d like to actually get to know you. If that’s something you’d be interested in, but if not…that’s okay too, we can just leave things where they’re at.”

He leaned against the bar, giving you an effortless smile. He was so handsome and you knew he wasn’t even trying. He regarded you for a moment and you immediately feared that you’d crossed some unspoken boundaries, “I’d like that too, pretty girl.”

“Yeah?” your surprise came out before you could think about it as he just nodded and slotted a leg between yours, “well, then, I request to be wooed and romanced if you’re up to the task.”

“Consider it done,” he motioned for the bartender to bring over another round of drinks as he leaned his body into yours, “do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Marc passed your drink to you before moving his frame away from you, “I hope you don’t mind me buying you a drink, miss. Hopefully your boyfriend will be okay with it.”

“What are you…” you raised your eyebrow at him before you realized what he was doing. You couldn’t help but grin at him, “well, I don’t have a boyfriend so that’s no matter. But I don’t mind either.”

“Come here often, gorgeous?” he took a long drink, his dark eyes never leaving yours, “haven’t seen you around before.”

“No,” you shook your head, “this is my first time. What about you, handsome? Are you from around here? I’m sure I’d remember a face like that…”

And that was how you'd gotten to know (and fall in love with) Marc Spector. He'd won you over instantly, and despite your effort to seduce him after that, he still managed to one up you. Typical Marc, you'd learn, typical. But you wouldn't have changed a thing.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

You met Steven only after Marc had told you about him. It had taken some time for him to fully admit the truth to you; the fact that he told you everything showed that really did have faith and confidence in you. You knew it must have taken a lot of courage to confide something like that to anybody. And in turn you vowed to be there for him and support him however he needed. Which at some point led to you meeting Steven. There was only so long it could be before you’d encounter him, so you wanted to do it on your terms. 

You'd met one late afternoon when he was working at the gift shop, putting up a new display of stuffed plush toys. You knew Marc had told Steven about you, but there was still some doubt that he would actually like you…what if he somehow felt completely opposite to how Marc was towards you? Either way, you were going to find out for yourself.

"Hello there cutie," you walked to him and caught him unawares as he jumped slightly. He knocked a few of the plushies down as he turned to look at you with wide eyes, "sorry, Steven-with-a-v. I didn't mean to scare you!"

"How do you know my…oh. Oh," you'd both leaned down to start picking up the fallen animals. His hand brushed against yours and sparks jolted through your body, "its you."

"Yes," you grazed your fingers over his as you picked up the toys and stacked them back up how he had them. He watched you in silence, a flush of pink creeping into his cheeks, "me! Its nice to finally meet you. Marc's told me a lot about you."

"He…he has?" he studied your outstretched hand before taking it and letting you help hoist him up, "I didn't think he would."

"Considering that we're dating, it was going to come up at one point or another," you hopped onto the counter and watched him closely. He was clearly trying to process all of this, "you're cute. Funny how different you are from him when you share the same body."

"You…you think I'm cute?" He was biting the inside of his cheek so hard that he was surprised he wasn't bleeding. He'd never had someone say that to him before you and yet here you were. His whole face felt warm as he started at his feet nervously.

"Of course, silly man," you reached for his hand which he gave after a few moments of hesitation and pulled him towards you, "would you like to grab dinner with me when you're off?"

"You want to go out for dinner with…me?" He seemed stunned at the fact that you wanted to actually spend time with him. He hadn't exactly had the best luck in love or had a lot of people interested in him. When someone did show interest his walls were up and he questioned their motive but there was something about you that put him at ease. He knew he could trust you. 

"Yes," you grinned at him, putting your hand on his face, gently stroking his cheek before brushing a few unruly curls out of his face. Despite his best efforts, he made a small sound in the back of his throat and subconsciously leaned into your touch, "you can even pick the place."

"O-okay," he agreed with a small nod, "that sounds…nice."

"I agree," you slid off the counter and wrapped your arms around him in a small hug, letting him have the option of returning the hug or shaking you off. It only took a few seconds before he returned the hug; and oh, was it ever a good hug, "I want to get to know you better too. Not just Marc, but you, Steven."

"Wow," he pulled back, a nervous but giddy little smile on his face, "I…you're wonderful."

"That'll be something you decide later on," you laughed and he looked at you with what could only be described as heart eyes. You pulled out your phone and passed it to him, "put in your number, Steven."

He did so, his hand almost shaking with excitement as he saved his information before passing the phone back to you. You quickly called his phone so he'd have your number as well, "I-I'll call you when I'm off, yeah?"

"Sounds perfect," you leaned in and kissed his cheek, which caused him to turn almost bright red,"whenever you're ready, let me know. See you soon, love."

"See you soon," his features were so soft as you waved at him before turning around to head out. You'd called him love. You'd kissed him. If he hadn't already pinched himself he would have been convinced this was a dream. But instead he realized that this was sweet, sweet reality, "wow."

And that was the first time you'd met Steven. They were so very different, but you learned them both in their own ways. 

Okay due to popular demand no one asked me to do this at all:

Kawaiifies your ghouls to the absolute extreme 🫵

I know this isn't a proposal but I'd want to be proposed like this

let’s get married – s.rogers

[warnings: none!]

summary: in which morgan is curious

word count: 1,179

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Hidden from sight

Synopsis: In a state of humiliation, you attempt to hide an injury from your master, Sukuna, this, of course, does not go to plan.

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Foolish.

That, you were sure, was what Lord Sukuna would call you when you returned to the estate.

He was a harsh, and strict man. He never liked for you to stray from his presence too long, and more than anything else, he was mean. He said what he wanted, and always meant it.

You had begged the king of curses to allow you a day amongst the townsfolk, a day to explore the gardens outside of Sukunas domain, a day to see and hear and feel the world you so rarely saw.

The king, of course, was not too keen on this. You were not a member of kitchen staff, or a concubine, or a groundskeeper either. Like many people on the compound, you were simply a servant to the king. Yet, your relationship was not one that could be compared to your peers.

Beloved to the king, perhaps being too strong of a word. You were special to him, however. He expected your attendance at his meals or downtime. One might think you were close, but the truth of the matter was:

You hardly knew the king.

And he barely spoke to you either.

You had come to the palace an adult, knowing little of the king's mannerisms. Meeting him on rare occasions proved a thrilling experience. He was unlike any man you had ever met.

One evening, your presence was needed in the bath chamber. You had been told to assist in the cleaning of your king. Nonplussed as you were, you pled your case. An uninformed and inexperienced launderer. You were in no position to touch the king, too dirty yourself to even wish for such a position.

Having been told to never deny the king of anything he demanded, you were certain the response would not be one of pleasure. You escaped that day unscathed, a mere,

"Then depart from my sight"

Uttered from him, eyes closed, hand shooing you away.

But time passed and with the phases of the moon, so too did your relationship with the king alter. Night after night you grew more and more certain the king was calling for you directly. You grew acquainted with the king, with his bloodthirsty antics, with his unforgiving nature, with his intolerance for rebellion.

You served him through it all.

Twas' your job.

A launderer.

A foot servant for your employer.

You were sure, he would not be forgiving if you returned to his estate in such disarray. Only having warned you to be mindful a mere two hours prior, you limped from the ache in the side of your pelvis.

Your feet shook on the uneven ground beneath you. You had only just left the village you so desired to see, basket in hand full of goods to bring to your fellow maids. Evening was falling and the memory of the king's warning flooded your mind.

As you had made the trek back, the sight of a deer in the woods had shocked you. Certain you were looking at a curse, you gasped, lunged for cover, and promptly tripped over a stone lining the path through the woods.

Too eager to protect the contents of your basket your hands had been too occupied to catch your weight. You were certain there were scratched on your knees, but the real pain came from just above your hip, where an ill-placed stone had bludgeoned your flesh.

Dark red sept through your kimono, it had never looked so much like your kings. But he would not be pleased. Of this you were sure.

Foolish.

Too easily frightened.

Weak.

You knew little of Lord Sukuna's vast abilities. One thing you knew for certain was that the king had the ability to feel the souls of those around him. He knew when someone was guilty when someone was excited and fearful. He could sense it as if he was feeling those things himself. For this reason, before drawing too close to the palace gates, you steadied your heart and mind, reaching for peace as to not alert Sukuna of your presence so soon.

You went first to the washhouse, and rid yourself of the filthy clothes. After which, you were at once able to see the depth of your injuries. It had hurt, your way back to the palace, but after seeing them for what they were, you had to fight to keep the spike of panic from rising. How could you hide this? Hide it from him?

You wash your kimono of the coppery smell, disposing of it behind a pile of extra wash bins. You occupy your hands by dabbing at the open wound, wrapping yourself in a linen cloth, and dressing in one of the extra cleaning uniforms.

You were so caught up in walking in a straight line back to the estate, you almost forgot your gifts and whine out at the thought of making the trip back to the wash house. But you steel yourself and do it.

By the time you make it to the kitchens, it is far later than you intended. You simply drop the basket off on a staff table, wobbling to your chambers.

All you want is to sleep, to hide yourself from all the noises of the estate night shift, but the throbbing pain in your side is intense, and worse, you've bled through both your linen bandage as well as a laundry uniform. Even so, you are too tired to come up with a way to right this, you decide, that will be the job of tomorrow y/n.

-

Of course, when you arise the next morning, unable to sit up, you regret your choices of the night prior. Unintentionally a wail escapes your lips, the pain is so deep, so unchanging that you want to cry. You feel the humiliation once again from yesterday, what would Sukuna say if he knew of this? Would he remove you from the estate? Or would he simply look at you with disgust? Would he ever speak to you again?

Something you were sure of, at least, was that there was no way you would be able to work, bent over a wash basin, in the condition you are in. Knowing that, you were concerned with how long you could hide away in your chambers before someone came to get you.

Several maids had already come to speak through your door, asking about your trip, the basket of goodies you left in the kitchen, and eventually, in concerned tones, if you were alright.

You reassured them in a comforting voice that you were quite well but exhausted from your journey and would likely retire before dinner was served.

You had never been up however, still, the other launderers did not question your words, sure you just needed a nights more rest. There was, however, a person in the estate you could never evade, and contrary to popular belief, it was not Lord Sukuna. He certainly did not care enough for you to need to hide yourself from him, however, his loyal servant and chef, Uraume, always had everything in order and was aware of all the "goings on" that occurred within the estate walls.

Only a few minutes after the communal dinner bell was rung did Uraume arrive at your chambers, requesting your presence. Unfortunately, they were not so easy to dissuade. I have no appetite did not work, I long for rest, did not work, I tire from my journey, did not work. None of it worked. They were determined, if nothing else, to see you. There was nothing to be done.

In a grand effort, you slid from your bed to the floor, a dull moan muffled by the mattress as you strained your legs to rise but it was a tireless endeavor. Wincing, you shuddered to the door, opened it a crack to meet th Uraume's stern eyes.

"You are unwell." They announced.

You knew you could not lie, not directly. Still, you attempted to fib your way around it, claiming your menstrual cycle was nearing, but it did not work, claiming you had eaten something foul in the village, they merely squinted at you, you were blundering, grasping for straws. In your desperation, you did not notice Uraume's foot slip out to the threshold, slowly pressing your door ajar.

You had been resting your weight said door, and yelped at the pressure. The chef raised an eyebrow and pressed on more firmly. You called out their name and stumbled to the floor.

"You've been attacked?" They question but the pain is so intense you can simply shake your head, in a show of patience you rarely see from Uraume, they brush the hair from your face.

You knew they could use reversed curse technique on themself, but the management of this injury was something that would likely take time.

In the moments it took Uraume to lift you to your bed, and start to clean your wound they had you recount the story, in between each sentence you begged them to keep this from the king. Do not say a word, I beg, followed by, I pray you wouldn't speak of this, ending your story with Lord Sukuna mustn't know.

Even with all the begging, they never once promised you a thing. Pressing your gouged pelvis more firmly still, they wiped your eyes of tears. And when you finally met their gaze, their look seemed to whisper, do not be stupid. You could only hope.

-

Your hope had been stupid.

You knew it had been last night when Uraume had bandaged you up, you knew it had been when you fought to dress yourself this morning, you knew it had been when you trudged to the wash house, you knew it had been when you began to set up a bin full of sudsy water and even now, bent painfully over, scrubbing away at towels, you knew of your fate.

You had been invited to dine with the king. Once dismissing yourself for not being worthy to wash your king's body had been shockingly, acceptable at one time. But you knew you could not skirt this. You could not deny your presence to him twice.

And in his presence, you knew you could not hide. Uraume had been the one to collect you before the evening meal, washing you, clothing you, and redressing your wound. You walked with intention now, three steps behind the personal chef to the king. You found, however, that you would not be having dinner in one of the many dining rooms, but rather, in the kings chambers.

In an attempt to plead once more, you made to grab Uraumes robe, they simply gave you a look of greatest disdain, opened the door to Sukunas chambers, and bowed.

You could not meet his eyes, you could feel them as they traced over you. Despite the fiery pain, you fell to your knees. You did not speak, Uraume left, and you stayed glued to the floor.

"I hold no affection for those who hide from me."

You could do nothing but nod in your place on the floor. "Yes, my king."

"You know this."

"Yes, my king." You nod again,

"And yet-" You can hear his voice ever louder, he has gotten up from his place on the bed, coming to you, his steps echoing in your ears. "You evade me like an elusive snake." He paces around you steadily. "You hide yourself from my presence, and you beg" He spits it out, vehement, "beg- Uraume to keep your condition from me."

He has stalked behind you now, and begins to creep ever closer to your side, bending to your position to whisper in your ear,

"Did you believe I could not find you, did you think, even for a moment, you could fool me?" You cannot read his tone, nor his face, too ashamed to look.

He stretches back to his full height. "You have always been the one who's appearance I delight most in. Yet, now, you only appear at my demand. Must I demand you to speak as well in order for you to tell me why you have shamed me so?"

Shaking your head quickly, you heave, "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I did not want to- to show you-" You began but Sukuna cuts you off, whirling around,

"That much is very clear. Tell me why without the blabbering nonsense. I wish not to hear apologies fall from your lips now."

You murmur once more, ashamed, but speak up, "I am such a fool." You look up, resigning yourself, you want to see his face, "I wished not for you to see me as such. I am a weak and poor worker. Please, know, I did not mean to shame you."

Sukuna does not respond. Silently making his way to your form, "You cannot even stand on your own. Do you intend to lay there all night, or do you expect aid to be granted to you?"

He sounds genuinely curious, you are unsure of what to say, you had no plan. Your head falls to your lap but in a sudden movement, Sukuna is before you, one arm stretched out to catch your crestfallen face, "Look at me." He speaks gentler than you have ever heard.

With one hand on your jaw, and another cupping the back of your head he huffs air from his nose. "You are a fool."

You cannot look away from him, but all you want now is to hide your face.

"So very foolish." He speaks clearly, "To hide from me, to work in such a condition." Before his words even hit you, you are struck but the grasping of your waist by his other two hands. His eyes remain open but within a moment all your pain is gone. An unintentional noise escapes you at the immediate relief you are brought.

It cannot be said whether the shock of Sukunas RCT or the grasp he had on you caused you to fall limply into his grasp but you have no time to prepare before he is lifting you tenderly into his arms. An unseen sparkle in his eyes. He carries you the few feet to his bed before he lays you across his lap.

"Your condition is not ideal. You shall not work. You are to stay with me" He is petting your hair rather oddly, as if you are a wounded animal he has found.

Attempting to rise you start, "I feel- I- I must extend my gratitude-"

But he is placing a hand on your stomach to keep you down, "You will extend your gratitude by never hiding from me again."

There is no room for argument. You nod up at him. He has one arm still under your knees, another on your waist, and a third stroking your cheek.

"I will never allow you pain again." He murmurs. "Never again." His palm is large enough to cover your face wholly. "I shall keep you within my sight henceforth."

And it is at this moment that you wonder if, perhaps, you are closer to the king than you had originally thought. If you, by chance, meant something to him? If he had been worried for you. But in your dazed state within your king's arms, you smile to yourself, thinking tiredly of how kindly and merciful he had always been to you.

What you did not yet know, was that it was he that was a fool for you.

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Wade fucking Wilson. I love you. I'd die for you.

At Odds At All Hours

Summary: Wade fucking Wilson is without a doubt the worst neighbor you’ve ever had. Will the constant conflict drive you together or drive one of you out of the building?

Prompt/Request: Neighbors that constantly fight AU

Warnings: It’s Deadpool. All the warnings. Profanity, violence, no smut but lots of lude jokes. Did I mention profanity?

Word Count: 3,437

Author’s Note: Okay Wade is difficult to write. Who is that sassy in real life? I need a team of comedic writers to help me. To that end, I 100% stole a line from Garden State. It just fit perfectly. Sue me. This is for @buckthegrump’s writing challenge. Look at that, I’m finishing a challenge on time!

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shibuya inc. part I

first piece with bg, was hard.