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can I admit something. theres someone so fuckable in dungeon meshi that no one EVER TALKS ABOUT

#u know what smash #he gives samwise gamgee vibes and I’d HIT THAT ROUND THE SHIRE

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All these self ship feeds are makin me wanna do it ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა let me see if I can cook something hmmmm

#it’s sooo weirdly hard for me to properly like self ship #it’s hard to explain #either I’ve never done it properly or I am soo redacted about myself it’s too hard #BUT I WILL TRY #miko.online

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no yeah babe it’s not weird they’re just my friend that i met on my horny porn blog. yeah no we bonded over hardcore fetishes back in the day haha. now we’re buddies we’ve been exchanging pastry recipes for a couple months now. nothing weird.

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when he fucks you so hard in doggy that it turns into prone bone

#heh yeah

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,, 🎧 🥛⌇·˚ ༘ — selfship lore.

໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝´ ˘ `⸝⸝꒱ྀིა — a run down of all my selfships.

ᥫ᭡ KATSAALI. katsuki bakugou & aali

🖇️ — enemies to lovers, high school frenemies, teen romance, misunderstandings, pining, bad at feelings, rivalry, pro hero-verse. witty comebacks, playfights that end in kisses, deleted texts, confessions when it’s almost too late, promise rings, bruised knuckles, kissing against the bathroom sink, rubbing alcohol, tracing scars, “your place or mine” - i don’t do drugs by doja cat ft. arianna grande / let me let you go by oneokrock / self love by metro boom ft coi leray

ᥫ᭡ SEILI. seishiro nagi & aali

🖇️ — childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, long distance, slow burn, lost contact, sleepy bf and hyper gf canon to pro player!verse. that couple that’s been together forever, discord calls, sleeping over, sharing hoodies, neck and nose kisses, boob grabs, matching piercings, watching the moon, braiding his hair, lazy sundays - right here by keshi / talk by keshi / our summer by tomorrow x together

ᥫ᭡ YOICHAALI. yoichi isagi & aali

🖇️ — neighbours to lovers, meet-cute, pining, possessive friend, unrequited but not really, “he asked for no pickles” gf, “my girl is mad at me so i should d!e” bf, pro player!verse. falling asleep on each other, wearing his clothes, kisses on the doorstep, guard dog privileges, coffee shops, paper planes, love letters on sticky notes - not for sale by enhyphen / sparkle by radwimps

ᥫ᭡ TOBILI. tobio kageyama & aali.

🖇️ - meet ugly, chase the girl, horrible communication, seven minutes in heaven, partnered project, break ups, college!au. “mean to everyone but her” bf, “oblivious to the world around her” gf, “okokokok” bf, “lalalalala” gf, holding hands under the table, showing up in the rain, sunset walks, hugs from behind - crush on my tutor by jhin / honey baby by kali uchis

ᥫ᭡ SATORAALI. satoru gojo & aali.

🖇️ - meet cute (except one of us is oblivious), co-workers to lovers, cluelessness, small gestures of kindness, slow burn, can’t take him seriously, unrequited love but only for a little while, “he’s way out of my league” vs “she’s way out of my league”, romantic getaways, confessions in the rain, bf who’s overly obsessed with his gf, pastel blue, midnight galas, dating in secret, “pathetic” bf and “she’s everything” gf - alright by keshi / deep down by tomorrow x together

ᥫ᭡ ITAALI. yuuji itadori & aali.

🖇️ - coming soon !

#sobs into ur lap look up at u with bubble eyes #ur so cute T-T

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i love being called baby. like yeah i’m your baby. say it again. kiss me. hold me close and baby me. i love your attention.

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reese and eijiro on your local insta feed <3

redriot: adventure is out there!!! (it’s them. they’re my adventure. ;) )

#omg cute !!!!!

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who usually initiates? who has the higher libido? protected or raw? creampie? pull out method? i'm all ears👂🏽

#they’d have to be okay with my highs and lows #like going weeeeeeks without anything and then like five days of nonstop freaky shit #and then the odd like few hours in the middle of the month

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#yeahhhh !!!! I love u guys !!!

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you didn’t mean to buy so many groceries. your favorite snack happened to be on sale. and it’s paycheck day so the novelty notebook you’d been eyeing for the past month finally was worth splurging on.

“let me hold it for ya,” osamu says when you hitch the overflowing paper bag up to press it closer to your chest with both arms.

also in the condiment aisle, right next to the fruit spreads, was actually your neighbor, osamu.

you consider, glancing to his right hand that has a single knob of ginger for some marinade he’s prepared for the night and the quickly think against it.

“i’ve got it.”

catching him at the konbini at the corner of your apartments is no surprise. you’d crossed paths many times. it’s a watering hole, an intermediary through the routines of your days what with the way the clerk greets you both by name.

it’s only this time, when osamu finds out that you’re headed home just like he, does he insist you walk together.

osamu’s no harmful neighbor. in fact, he’s one of your more favorable ones even if he does have a tendency to slam his doors and cabinets a little too loudly. he’s also knocked on your door to check in on you when you accidentally left your key in the lock. and one time, when he heard wind that you were sick, most likely from the same konbini clerk from earlier, he dropped off a flavorless soup “chock full of nutrients” according to him. if you noticed that the cabinets within his home slammed less during the days of your recovery, that could attributed to the brain fog of your sickness feeding any sort of delusions it could find.

your delusions are no picky eater, feeding off of whatever meager crumbs it can. so really, the walk home together is enough.

osamu truly is no harmful neighbor. but, you’re finding out, he is quite insistent.

“gimme that.”

osamu all but plucks the bag from your arms. he lifts it up with one hand and places the contents of his plastic bag right on top. it’s almost comical how he handles it so easily with a single grip when it took all your strength to carry the bag home.

“hey!” you’re already reaching for it back but osamu twists at the waist and uses his free hand to push you away.

“just say thank ya.”

he doesn’t stop in his step, ignoring you and keeping pace back to the apartment complex. it’s clear in his demeanor that he has no plans in giving you back your bag. so you relinquish by running back to his side and falling into step with him.

it feels too much like losing so you just mumble, “thank you.”

the man beside you doesn’t acknowledge your gratitude. he only walks forward and so do you. you’re keen on avoiding his gaze and have no intention of filling the silence, only focused on placing one foot in front of the next.

if you had looked up, you would have noticed osamu’s eyes locked on your hand, the one besides his. you’d probably have recognized that gaze, a quiet and thoughtful kind, the one he has when he watches a new customer try the food he’s made. you’d have prompted him to speak because, despite his uninhibited mouth, he leaves many things unsaid.

you would have noticed the way his hand drifted towards yours, the pinch in his eyebrow as he contemplated his actions and the hesitation in his fingers as he reached out for you, and the solid shake of his head as he threw it all out the window and winded his fingers with yours.

you jump. of course you do. but osamu’s holds you steady in his grip.

and when you look at him, his expression is just as genuine as his words.

“your hand was empty.”

and that’s all it really took.

#MEOWS #miko.recs

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yuuji calls sukuna a lot.

it's almost like second nature to him now, muscle memory even, so many years since getting his first cellphone; any time he finds himself idle, maybe on his walk home after his part-time job, or on a break between his college classes, he picks up his phone and dials his older brother without thinking. they never talk about anything of importance—maybe just what yuuji did that day, or some gossip he overheard, or what the two of them should have that night for dinner—but he still makes the call.

sukuna always acts annoyed when he answers, greeting him with a characteristically terse 'yeah, what?' that yuuji never pays any mind to. but he still answers the call—at least most of the time—and that simple truth speaks volumes in and of itself.

sukuna's phone rings at a few minutes past 1am, and his little brother's name lights up the caller ID.

"yeah, what?" sukuna snaps groggily, holding his phone up to his ear. he'd passed out on the couch soon after he got home from work, a half-drunk and now room temperature can of beer left abandoned on the table in front of his spread knees. yuuji's babbling starts as soon as the call connects and his brother greets him, and it takes sukuna a moment to make sense of him.

"—'n now i can't finder!"

"the hell are you talking about, dumbass?" the elder of the two grumbles, scrubbing a hand across his face. his brother's voice is panicked and hard to understand.

"we got spliddup at the bar, 'n now i dunno where she is anymore—"

"don't know where who is? fuck, are you hammered?" sukuna complains, sitting himself upright on the sofa as he wipes sleep from the corner of his eyes, suddenly a bit more awake than he was when the phone first rang.

yuuji says your name with a croaking, worried voice, and sukuna sighs exasperatedly. he stares down pensively at the can of beer he forgot to drink on the coffee table, then his eyes flicker to a framed photo hanging on the wall across the room—the glass smudged, frame slightly crooked, and photograph sun-bleached from the years it's spent hanging there.

"just..." he grunts as he pushes himself up to his feet, "fuckin' send me the address and stay where you are, idiot."

it's not hard to find his little brother once he arrives to the address yuuji sent him—especially since the youngest itadori brother is waiting (as promised) right by the entrance of the familiar bar near the university campus where both you and yuuji attend classes. it's still busy for so late in the night, but the clubs are closed now and little bars like this are the only places still open. sukuna's not even sure what the difference is anyway, because the lights here are still dim and the music is loud and there are still people dancing off to one side of the establishment, so the distinction between the two seems tenuous if not entirely negligible. but as someone who's spent his fair share of nights in bars just like (and including) this one, he's usually not really one to complain.

but tonight's different.

yuuji is teetering a bit when his brother arrives—an unusual sight, considering he's usually pretty good at holding his liquor.

"shit, how much did you drink?" are the first words out of sukuna's mouth when he approaches.

the youngest itadori's cheeks are flushed as pink as his hair, and he grimaces in the wake of the eldest's question—he's always been a terrible liar, especially when it comes to his brother, so he doesn't even bother trying to deny it. sukuna doesn't wait for a response in any case, turning his head towards the thick of the crowd and letting his eyes scan through it.

he doesn't see you.

"where'd you see her last?" he asks, leaning towards his brother to be heard over the music.

"by the bar!" yuuji replies, raising his own voice to overcome the bass. "she said she was getting one last drink, but she never came back to the table."

yuuji's lip wobbles a bit as he concludes his sentence, but he sucks it quickly into his mouth and catches it between his teeth.

"and you looked for her?" sukuna asks again.

"all over," yuuji nods, letting his lip slip out from between the bite of his incisors to reply. "fushiguro's doing another lap. nobara's checking the bathrooms."

sukuna ruffles a hand through his hair, suddenly realizing it's probably a mess from his rudely-interrupted slumber. "maybe she just left or somethin'."

"she wouldn't do that, you know that," yuuji says firmly. there's an insistence burning behind his eyes as he looks to his older brother, and it's the most sober he's seemed all night.

sukuna rolls his eyes, even though he knows yuuji's right—you'd never leave on your own, much less without so much as a goodbye. the two of you have been joined at the hip for long enough he's almost surprised that yuuji wasn't able to find you with some weird telepathic form of echolocation. he swings an arm up over his little brother's shoulders pushing him down a little just to tease him, before using his grip to tug him towards the crowd.

"you track down that little sea urchin friend of yours and i'll take a look around. meet me back here in ten minutes or text me if you find that little pest, alright?"

the bar is harder to navigate the further in sukuna travels from the entrance, the bodies pressing closer together with every step he takes away from fresh night air. he's pissed off, but that's not out of character for him. he's more pissed off than he usually is, considering not even an hour before he'd been peacefully sleeping at home, and now he's glaring at some drunk college kid who just almost spilled their beer on him.

"move," he hisses through his teeth at the wide-eyed kid whose life he can practically see flashing through his eyes as he shoulders past him. sukuna would be lying if he said the look didn't improve his mood at least marginally.

as sukuna weaves through the bodies in the bar, his eyes don't stop looking for you. it's almost startling how quickly he can rule people out—how definitively he can say that someone is or isn't you with just a passing glance. he starts to doubt himself as he reaches the far corner of the bar and begins to round back towards the entrance, an annoying, grating irritation in the back of his mind. worry, maybe, if he were the type.

then he sees you.

just the faintest glimpse of your profile, caught behind the shoulder of the man who has you backed into a corner by a pillar, hidden mostly away from the crowd—at least as hidden as anyone can be in a place like this.

sukuna feels his lip curling into a furious sneer as he takes a step towards you—people move out of his path wordlessly as he trudges over to that dark corner where you're tucked away.

it's only when he gets a bit closer that he's able to read the lines of your body properly. you're teetering, just like yuuji had been—the two of you had probably enabled each other in your intoxication that night like the stupid kids sukuna knows you both to be. but you're also distinctly uncomfortable, pressed up against the wall as if to put as much distance between you and the man hovering over you as you possibly can. your eyes glance off to the side, like you're searching uselessly for an escape.

instead, they meet his.

"sukuna," you gasp out in surprise, and the man you're speaking to glances over his shoulder in confusion. he seems annoyed, and a bit nervous, when he spots the man (taller, and broader than he is) standing behind him with a scowl.

sukuna hears the relief in your voice when you say his name. reads it behind your glassy eyes.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, reaching out towards him clumsily.

the man in front of you puts a hand on your waist—possibly to steady you, more likely to stop you—and it makes sukuna see red.

"hands off," sukuna snaps, wrapping a hand around your upper arm and tugging you into his side away from the creep.

"who's this? you said you don't have a boyfriend," the kid asks you, jutting a thumb towards sukuna accusatorially.

you mumble something quietly in reply about him being yuuji's brother, tucking yourself a bit closer to sukuna as you say it.

"your brother?" he asks as his eyes squint in confusion, having clearly only caught part of your explanation. "you're ditching me for your brother?"

sukuna's anger flares again at the entitlement this little brat has the nerve to display so flagrantly. the older man's hand slips down to your waist on instinct, and then lower still to the curve of your ass, making a show of how his big hand grips into the flesh beneath it. you squeak quietly at the contact, turning and hiding your burning face against sukuna's chest. he keeps his hand right where it is.

the stranger's eyes widen at the inappropriate display before him and sukuna leans in close with a vicious, almost manic grin.

"we're very close."

#ahaha nnice #absolutely not sweating rn #miko.recs

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𐙚₊˚⊹ lucky girl syndrome

#miko.core

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he thinks he's gonna eat him

#sniffs:((( cute

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https://www.instagram.com/p/Bps9NhKgjdt/

#miko.core

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everyone is doing cute self ship things and i have to sit over here in my chimney sweep era

#it’s more of like I don’t ship myself with anyone??? I am confuddled by myself #I ship reader I ship y/n with them or my oc #kissing everyone on the head who is doing them tho

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nagi seishiro x aali on ig 🎀 !

seishirosayso commented: hey angel, when did u take that pic of me?

hehe thank u to @yuujispinkhair & @zanarkandskylines for tagging me again!! i thought i would repost since everyone else is <3

#MY OTP !!! #kiss u both on the cheek :3

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not to be dramatic but I'm so low on money this month, if anyone would be willing to donate to my Kofi, it would really give me a little breathing room