The Jedi Aesthetic

I got a little silly

𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑬’𝑺 (ᴛᴍ) — 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰.’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴.

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ghost: stop following me!

[y/name]: then let go of my hand!

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ghost: you’re really campaigning for asshole of the year, aren’t you?

[y/name]: as reigning champion, do you feel threatened?

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soap: if you’re ever feeling sad you could always ask me for a hug

[y/name]: no thanks, i’ve found violence and manslaughter works just fine :D

soap: 😟

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price: i’m proud of you

[y/name]: *choked up* oh..

price: ?

[y/name] ‘what is a loving father figure?’ [l/name]: *doing their best not to cry but failing spectacularly* sorry, you just.. you said you’re proud of me that’s my tear trigger

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*on a botched mission at a cliffside warehouse, cornered between enemies and a waterfall*

ghost: fuck what do we do?!

price: it’s too high to jump! we go back!

gaz: we won’t get through all those enemies!

soap: better than jumping!

*all turn to [y/name] who’s been oddly silent*

[y/name]: *grinning, slides down their tactical goggle* cowabunga it is

price: ‘cuda.. don’t you dare—!

[y/name]: *runs to the waterfall’s edge and swan dives over* LIVIN’ LIKE LARRY!

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[y/name]: *sleep deprived, brews coffee and drinks it straight from the pot*

price: we have mugs

[y/name]: *vein throb* i’ve not slept a wink in over 36 consecutive hours, my scars are making my head feel like i’ve got a fucking axe in my skull, the new batch of recruits are running me dry and ghost and soap are running me through the wringer, with all due respect captain.. you are working my last fucking nerve

price: *awkwardly clears his throat* enjoy your coffee

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[y/name] ‘traumatic childhood’ [l/name]: christmas is for sentimental dorks, and santa can go suck an egg

soap: my gift to you is some fucking therapy

[y/name]: make sure to keep the receipt

soap: sorry, it’s a gift that can’t be returned

[y/name]: we should’ve kept the receipt for you

soap: 🥲🖕

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ghost: *trauma dumping* when i was young my brother used to terrorize me with a skull mask, and my dad brought in dangerous animals and forced me to kiss them

[y/name]: my dad killed my mom and little brother in front of me, diced them up and forced me to eat the pieces

ghost, soap, gaz: 😟

price: .…are you okay?

[y/name]: not even a little bit 🥲

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[y/name]: hey si.. what’s the second to last letter of the alphabet?

ghost: ‘y’?

[y/name]: because i wanna know

ghost: ….. kid, if i didn’t love you as much as i do i’d beat the ever living fuck out of you

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[y/name]: lookin’ up because you let me down, lookin’ down because you fucked up, lookin’ right because you left, lookin’ left because you don’t treat me right 😞

price: i said i was sorry for forgetting you at the store!

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[y/name]: *was reckless on a solo-op and is now getting scolded* …hmph

price: *down to his last nerve* fix your fucking face before i break it

[y/name]: oh nice, great yeah, that’s exactly what i want to hear from my captain after nearly fucking dying!

price: *glare hardens*

[y/name]: *abruptly realizes they may have made a mistake and been wrong* …i’m sorry cap, i didn’t mean for the mission to go so horribly wrong it just—

price: five

[y/name]: …huh? five? five what?

price: four

[y/name]: gotta blast! *dead sprints from his office*

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price: that mission was a total shit show! all of you muppets were way out of line and beyond sloppy! get your shit together or so help me god you won’t live to see retirement! the only one who acted like they had any kind of damn sense was the one who is usually being pretty reckless otherwise!

[y/name]: *sips drink loudly*

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soap and [y/name]: *absolutely baked out of their minds on pain meds*

[y/name]: you know what i been thinking about?

soap: hm?

[y/name]: if your leg gets cut off, would it hurt?

soap: ….duh!

[y/name]: how though?

soap: ‘cause your leg got cut off!

[y/name]: where are you gonna feel the pain?

soap: in your le—

[y/name]: exactly bruh, how you gonna feel pain in your leg—

both: —if your leg is gone!

[y/name]: i’ve been thinking about this all day

soap: *muttering to himself* where would you feel the pain?

[y/name]: that’s the point there ain’t none, once the leg is gone the pain goes with it… i’m telling you man.. these pain meds are making us smart as hell

ghost: *pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as he can literally feel gray hairs growing on his head*

price: you two are hazards to society

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a/n: t h a n k

Tender Times

⚠18+ [Suggestive] Themes, [Frank Castle × Male Reader × Matt Murdock]

Minors, Ageless/Blank Blogs DNI

﹂Contains: Requested*, polygamous/throuple, two subs one top, domestic life, mentions of blood, fluff with a dash of spice

First thing in the morning a freshly brewed cup of coffee to jumpstart the day, followed by a pair of arms circling him from behind.

Matt's taken to getting up a few minutes earlier to spend them with you. Most of the times being when he ends up crashing at your place rather than his, he sometimes tends to oversleep after his nightly escapades.

Some nights he doesn't get much sleep with how you keep him up. He can still feel the lingering touches on his skin— the smell of you surrounding him, driving him crazy with desire.

If he didn't need to work today, he's sure he would have already dragged you back into bed. Let you have your way with him until all his senses were overwhelmed.

There's already a fresh set of clothes waiting for him, you help him get dressed— despite knowing he's fully capable. You just use it as an excuse to keep your hands on him for a few moments more before he has to head out for work.

"Want me to drop by for lunch?" Foggy and Kate have seen you before, though they're not entirely sure what your relationship with Matt is. They speculate that you're an old friend, one before his college days where he studied law with Foggy. It's not far off but there's more than meets the eye.

"We have a full schedule. So maybe dinner would be better?" He doesn't mind eating later than usual, as long as he gets to share a meal with you in the end. "Alright, go on and get to work then, Matty."

You obviously don't buy his whole blind act anymore since he's much too aware of his surroundings— that and you found out his little secret after a slip up. So you know more than you let on.

The side of his mouth lifts into a smile, "I'll be careful, don't worry." He steals a kiss, purposely missing your cheek and landing it on your lips.

You see him off with a small smile of your own, watching how his form blends into the bustle and hustle of the overcrowded city. It's not even half and hour before you hear a loud crash from the backdoor.

"Ah, look at you all bloody and bruised again, Frank." While it's become more often than usual, you don't turn him away or scold him too harshly. "It's not even Tuesday yet."

He doesn't even respond, just grunts and plops down onto a chair. His muscles are tense that much you can discern right away— other than the scattered scrapes and bruisings.

With a quiet sigh and a trip to the restroom for the kit, you place it down nearby and start working on his injuries. It's times likes these remind you of how vulnerable he truly is.

The subtle longing in his eyes as he leans into your hands as they disinfect a small cut on his cheek. Lips slightly parted when you ever-so-gently thumb his busted lip with a dollop of salve. He's gone soft on you. Hardly glares or bites at you for tending to him like this.

Once it's all said and done he looks up at you expectantly— lips quirked into a sly grin. Frank knows you're not going to chastise him like Matt does, he simply waits for his little reward as you lean down to kiss his wounded lips. However, it never comes which makes him frown.

Just as he was going to make a complaint there's a knock at the door— there goes his alone time with you.

As if.

His hand shoots out to grasp your wrist and tugs you down to him. "It's probably just the neighbor asking for sugar again," he mutters with a huff, face inches from your shoulder. "You're going to stay, right?" That sounded less like a question and more like a demand— a plea.

You keep him grounded, keep his ducks in a row so he doesn't go out and spill more blood. He is, still after all, a wanted man under the eyes of the law. It's your job now to stop him from getting into anymore problems.

And Frank knew you'd give in, the palms of your hands cradling his beaten face was conformation enough to know. Cheeky, you'd call him if he wasn't so coy.

Seems like you'll have to reschedule any errands you had planned. You're going to have your hands full keeping the Punisher entertained— and he's more than excited to have you all to himself.

Tocka-irbis © 2025 —Please -do not steal, translate, modify, repost on other platforms.

could I ask for more nanami content? just a drabble would be fine, I'm so hungry for subby nanami fics 😭

˙✧˖°🎂 ༘ ⋆｡˚- this is literally perfectly timed for his birthday bro, you’re crazy my friend 🙏🏽

Kento’s B-day Smash

˙✧˖°🎂 ༘ ⋆｡˚-Nanami Kento x Dom! Male! Reader

˙✧˖°🎂 ༘ ⋆｡˚-Cw: Rimming, face-sitting, multiple orgasms, asphyxiation (?) and some spanking

Kento had always been the type of person to not like his birthday. As he grew older and there was less things he wanted he began to not care for it anymore. It was another day to him, a day to represent he was getting older. If you asked him what he wanted for his birthday he’d say nothing really, but you still managed to figure something out.

When you and Kento eventually got married you got a better gauge on what he wanted from being so close to him. He’d always looked towards simpler things like baked goods, quality time or just cuddling. Though you couldn’t help but spoil him occasionally with some fancy watches, shoes and wallets. Of course he appreciated after you convinced him that it wasn’t too much.

Gojo had decided to throw Nanami a surprise party and asked you some questions to see what everyone should get him. You explained to the man how much he hated surprises but, it was Gojo. Yuji helped decorate and made sure to invite everyone who Nanami liked. Everything was ready cake from the local bakery, decorations and presents all set up perfectly.

Everyone hid as you checked the time. Kento would be home at 5. No earlier or later. Within a few seconds the door unlocked as he looked around confused on there being no lights or noise. That’s when Gojo flipped the lights back on and everyone jumped out with a big, “Happy Birthday!”

As much as Kento wanted to be annoyed, he couldn’t. Seeing everyone’s bright smiles and happy looks warmed his heart as much as he wouldn’t admit it. You walked over giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek before smiling. “We spent all day getting ready, I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

He smiled softly rolling his eyes before nodding. Everyone went up to him to ask him about his days as they led him to your backyard to show him everything. You smiled at the sight of the energy of the house. Lively and fun.

The party was amazing, the teen and Gojo capitalized on the piñata and it was just fun to see Kento actually enjoying something like this. You two were mostly sat back on the couch the whole time enjoying the scene and some cake from the local bakery. He gave you a kiss on the lips before smiling. “Thank you, this is really nice.”

You smiled at his admission before nodding. “Gojo and Yuji really went all in.” You checked your watch, it was getting pretty late and everyone seemed to notice too. After gifts everyone left and you made sure to clean up around the house which didn’t take long.

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After Kento finished in the shower he had a towel wrapped around his waist. You smirked to yourself before walking over and grabbing him, mouth immediately latching onto his neck. He laughed as he threw his head back to give you more access. “Eager are we?”

You wasted no time carrying him to the bed and putting his legs over your shoulders. Instead of the usual sex though you couldn’t help but indulge a little. You gave a firm slap to both of his cheeks as he let out a little gasp. “You gonna let me treat you birthday boy?” You questioned, your face moving lower and lower.

He knew exactly what you were suggesting and he wasted no time spreading his legs. You quickly gave a lick from his shaft all the way down to his sensitive entrance. He let out a groan as he felt your skilled tongue teasing the ring of muscle. You wasted no time burying your face into him as you peered up at him through heavy lidded eyes.

Kento loved the feeling of your tongue in him, it came a close second to your dick. When he tried to close his legs around your head you gave a warning slap to his ass to make him loosen his muscular thighs. “Shit- s-sorry, ah!” His back arched a bit as you used all the tricks you knew to make him cum quick.

Your hand trailed up to his cock as you began stroking the appendage. It eventually became too much for the 7:3 sorcerer as his back arched and he released. You pulled off as you quickly stroked him through his orgasm, twitching and pulsing through the sensitivity.

“Sit up, ‘m not done with you yet sweetheart.” You spoke as he came down from his high. He knew exactly what you were suggesting when you leaned back on the pillows. He rolled his eyes as he straddled you’re face, thick thighs on either side of your head as he hovered above you. It took everything in you to not start drooling like dog.

“Sit down Ken, wanna taste you some more.” You smirked as he blushed. No matter how many times you two did this he always had his concerns. Breaking your neck and suffocating you were the biggest ones. You didn’t care though, you quickly pulled him down by his hips.

Being Kento’s chair was privilege and an early birthday gift for you. It was like being in heaven. Seeing his toned back arched and head thrown back as he did his best not to grind down on you was like a drug. With your hands ground on his hips you ate him like a man starved. Reciting Shakespeare on it would be an understatement.

“Honey- oh god… your gonna choke…” He moaned out as you focused intently on the scene ahead of you. The feeling of your hands beginning to move him against you immediately told him, you couldn’t give two fucks whatever the hell happened while you were under him. So he leaned forward as he placed his manicured hands on your chest as he began grinding.

When he was this drunk off the feeling of your tongue he lost all cares in the world which is exactly how you wanted him. Animalistic and horny just like you were. You smiled dumbly to yourself under him as your tongue met his humps. “M’ gonna cum from your tongue…” He whispered shakily, sounding on the verge of tears from the overwhelming sensations.

He brought his own hand down to palm at his cock as he continued to grind against you. With a loud groan his body shook as his head tipped over. You peered over to him to see the ropes of white on his fist. He leaned forward with a tired grunt as you wiped your mouth off.

“You’re…. Not done with me yet are you….?” He raised a curious eyebrow to which you smiled to yourself. “You’re birthday isn’t over till 12am now is it handsome?” You asked tilting your head to which he just smiled to himself before nodding. “Guess not.”

˙✧˖°🎂 ༘ ⋆｡˚- More cake for us ig, yall don’t understand the things I’d do to be under that man’s ass. My tongue WILL fall off after. Anyways, another diabolical write from me, thanks yall. Happy birthday Ken 🥳 btw chapter 263 of the jjk manga coming out tonight yall, lock in ☝🏼

shoutout to boring queer people who don’t do shit. just go to work or school and then come home to watch shows. while gay

husband!nanami showing his appreciation for you

you were the perfect husband any man could ask for and nanami was lucky enough to be the one to put a ring on the finger before any one else could, you showed up at his job in a beautiful little outfit that had him adjusting his pants and locking the door behind you

you had brought him the most delicious smelling lunch as usual and what other way to thank you rather than having you sprawled on his desk eating the ass out like he didn't have a five star meal already but you're the only meal he really loves

"nanami couldn't we get in trouble for this" you moan, your hand sprawled in his hair tugging at him to go deeper "if anyone disturbs us i''ll fire them" he huffs finally coming up for air just to pin your legs open wider for him

you knew there was no point in trying to stop him, when he wanted something he was gonna get it, and he wasn't done until you were overstimulated and had a limp, but don't worry once he gets home he can properly show you how much he loves you all night long

Commander Cody's smirk: a study 😏

Guaranteed to make you fall in love. Or your money back. 😏

😳😳😳

"Not thirsty" No but I am... Guys I found the comic in question and I am linking it right HERE. It's Force Unleased II

I dont care about the rest of the story. Boba in a tank top is all I want from this comic

@daimyosprincess @deewithani

thinking about giving some relief to your stressed husband before he has to attend an important meeting with his colleagues later in the afternoon…

you’re awakened by the shower of gentle kisses from your neck and face provided by none other than your own darling husband. your gaze softens when you notice that desperately hungry look in his eyes. then, when your eyes travel downward, you were pleasantly surprised by the sight of your husband’s naked body. the sunrise shone through your bedroom window, basking your husband in a golden light. he looked near damn ethereal.

you greedily took in his meaty thighs, toned arms, rock hard abs, and his useless, thick, leaking cock. sometimes you wondered how in the hell you were able to marry a hunk like him. you could distinctly remember that your husband had many admirers in his life who would give anything to be able to have a chance with him.

you felt pride bubble in your chest knowing that none of them would ever be able to see your husband like this: looking down at you with pleading eyes, not even having to say a word to let you know what he wanted. for you to fuck him like a cheap whore until your bedroom stank of sex. how could you deny your baby when he’s been good for you all week long?

“you look so pretty on top of me baby, mhm, move your hips just like that,” you praised as the grip of your husband’s quivering legs tensed around you as he raises his hips until just your tip is inside him before plopping down, his skin slapping sinfully against your cum stained pelvis; evidence of your previous rounds that your husband was so desperate to keep inside him as it continued to leak out with every frantic movement of his hips.

“yer cock feels so good, i needed this so much— ah!” he gasped when you grab hold of his waist and snapped your hips up to match the pace of his feverish riding. you could hear the tear of fabric beside your head as your husbands claws at your pillows, his breathless moans increasing as you continue to plow into his hole.

“oh fuck yes! please go faster, i’m so close,” your husband begs so beautifully as he rest his forehead beside your neck, he pants against your ear as his climax creeps closer. the final straw for him was when you wrap your fingers around his girth and stroke him along with your erratic thrusts. he muffled his whine by biting into your shoulder as he added more to the white mess of your abdomen. overstimulation cuts him like a knife as you continued to use him until you quickly follow suit and you slam balls deep into his ass and fill him with warm cum.

you husband lays flat against you like a puppet without strings as you both try to catch your breath. he lifts himself from your shoulder to stare down at you with so much tenderness. only you had the privilege to see your husband in such a mess. a mess that you had created to perfection.

you felt yourself grin as your husband starts to slowly ride you again, making your cock harden just minutes after your previous session. your handsome man was just as greedy as you. if not more.

ghost, gaz, soap, price, miguel, choso, sukuna, vander, jayce, gojo, geto, ur fav characters <3

mace in shatterpoint is so good

"You are better prepared than most." Mace balanced his lightsaber on his palm. "But like all those others, you've forgotten the only piece of equipment that would actually do you any good." "Yeah? What's that?" Mace's voice went cold, and his eyes went colder. "An ambulance."

[Image ID: The two-panel "Call the ambulance! / But not for me!" meme. The old man pulling out the gun has been labeled "mace windu." /End ID]