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chelemlem · 3 months

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for the au headcanon game: age reversed oscarmark ??

anon pls... this gave me the most insane Worms of the Brain .

the winter after his f2 season (where he finishes runner's up in the championship) mark signs two-time wdc oscar piastri as his manager

oscar on the dl doesn't think this kid has that dawg in him But he appreciates his old-school bluntness and finds his awkward guy's guy hetero posturing vaguely endearing and hey, it's always nice to have another aussie on the grid since ricciardo flamed out

their first few seasons together are! fine. pretty consistent points, the odd podium here and there. oscar mercifully pretends not to notice mark's eyes on him and sends him back to his own hotel room after one(1) glass of wine, thanks

then red bull build The Car of All Time

and then they do it again. and again

as much as oscar tries not to let it show, he finds himself growing frustrated with mark's inability to take responsibility for his own driver shortcomings. he's too conservative on the throttle, doesn't take enough risks. there have been easy wins thrown away because of atrocious starts and poor defense and what was all that at sepang?? team orders aside, sebastian Was faster, he Did pass him. there's no point sitting around blaming the team for what was his own fault, in the end. mark retorts that well norris won 4 to your 2 mate so where do we go from here

they fuck about it (22 y/o service top mark webber anyone). oscar feels guilty for approximately one-third of a second before deciding: fuck it he's too old and tired for guilt actually. the next morning, he strokes mark's hair and says oh alright then when mark nervously asks if they can keep doing this

after one spectacularly terrible year of bad luck and getting walloped on-track by his younger teammate (think perez v verstappen '23), mark finally wins a late-season race. he may have lost out on challenging for the championship again but holy shit it's been such a long time coming. he actually tears up a bit on the podium he's just so happy and relieved and over the fucking moon. he calls oscar afterwards and proposes

oscar says... no. obviously

#oscarmark #mark is very calypso cursed to fall in love with any hero who washes up on the shores of ogygia coded #like what's he gonna do. NOT have a questionable manager/client relationship in every timeline and universe?#ch. fic #answered

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billford-dump · 3 months

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ITS FINALLY HAPPENED

PREPARE FOR STRANGER STAN

#>:)#been waiting for someone to mention this for so long.#gimme like an hour or two and youll have stranger stan #i love you brainrot-question-mark for you have freed me from the curse of Would Anyone Even Care About This anxiety

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jojotier · 1 year

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this poll still haunts me like ?? idk how to describe it

#dirkjake #lsoh au #dirk strider #like ok dirkjake had a pr good shot at winning #and the personalities and exact plot would not be an Exact 1:1 of lsoh #but dirk in the role of the damseled love interest just comes up as question marks in my brain hgvhkbj #the energy is Indescribably cursed and idk how to articulate it

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satiresatyr · 8 months

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there was a guy going around my school at lunchtime with a giant red duffel bag saying "a duck for a buck".

the duo lingo looking bird is Rizz. purple superhero duck is Larryboy.

also today I feel asleep in sociology because I stayed up reading and someone threw a spider on me which is rUdE

#ducks #rubber ducks #larryboy #cursed duo lingo #unquackened rizz question mark?

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redglassbird · 1 year

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were you determined to learn Morse code as a kid so that you could communicate with your friends during class as if loud tapping wouldn't be obnoxious or was that just me

#Spy era #Cursed memories #Idk what I thought would happen #Text post #Morse code moment #Morse code #Childhood #Nostalgia #Pls tell me this is relatable #Relatable #Question mark

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ashfordlabs · 1 year

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elijah eli clarke? / THE HITMAN.

AGE: 21. DESCRIPTION: dark brown skin, brown eyes, black hair, 6′2, muscular body type, has a scar on his cheek from a knife wound. SEXUALITY: bisexual.

ABOUT.

not much is known about ELIJAH CLARKE, his parents died when he was young and causing him to live with his grandparents LORELAI and EDWIN CLARKE for majority of his childhood. he lived a quiet life up until he turned EIGHTEEN, in which he promptly moved from his small hometown to LONDON. there, as he worked as a BARTENDER, when it was discovered he was a SKILLED MARKSMAN and good with a LOCK PICK, a frequent patron at his job, HENRY BOHEN, presented him with an OPPORTUNITY to use his skills against human targets. and with that opportunity, by the time he turned TWENTY he became london's most INFAMOUS HITMAN. due to his UNORTHODOX job, he has earned a large fortune for himself due to his HIGH PRICES that only the rich can afford. it should also be known that majority of what was just said about elijah clarke is FALSE, and such fabricated information isn't limited to his name.

SOUNDTRACK.

I. i'm still here / JOHN RZENZIK. 'how can the world want me to change? they're the ones that stay the same.' II. sleepsong / BASTILLE. 'you go to sleep on your own and you wake each day with your thoughts and it scares you being alone.' III. big guns / RUELLE. 'there's nowhere to run when all has come undone. you can try but you can't hide from the big guns.' IV. hurricane / MS MR. 'nights like this i become afraid of the darkness in my heart.'

#( wip ) cursed bodies.#( b ) original characters.#( cb / character ) eli clarke.#idk how i feel about that last sentence but oh well #anyways remember when i said there was a reason for the question mark by his name?#that's because it isn't even his name #or is it? it could be? he could be lying about it being his real name?#lying about a lie?#( cb ) characters.

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nocontexthorny · 1 year

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#no context #out of context #cursed #necrophilia?? question mark #(submission from a friend)#overwatch #roadhog

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scarletspider2the2ndpower · 2 years

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“Heading toward Ωmega,” Spider-Man (Vol. 1/1990), #61.

Writer: Howard Mackie; Penciler: Tom Lyle; Inker: Chris Ivy; Colorist: Kevin Tinsley; Letterer: Richard Starkings

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Spider-Man 1990 #Kaine #Kaine Parker #Miles Warren #again I say Fascinating #ignoring the continuity snarls about Peter vs. Ben (that’s just par the course for the Clone Saga)#I find the contrast between how Warren greeted Kaine into the world and how he greeted Ben very interesting #because if I remember correctly Warren made Ben’s early existence was uuuuuh pretty miserable #must have made being cast off and passed over that much harder for Kaine though #which leads me to a question I’ve had for awhile: where did Kaine pick up his name??? Is it truly a biblical allusion but edgy?#Did Kaine see himself set against his brother(s) and purposefully name himself after the world’s first murderer?#(who according to a certain point of view committed murder because he was passed over by his creator/father but that’s something else)#and I find it interesting that the precog flashes (and to a lesser part the visible degeneration) are both a curse and a strength for Kaine #they marked him for death/“disposal” but the precognition in particular kept him alive #and they both make him distinct as a person #speaking of it’s always wild to see when Kaine looks exactly like Peter #good reminder that yeah they ARE actually quite literally made of the same stuff even if they seem so incredibly different

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dubious-artwork · 4 months

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I think you may be the only person on here whose done fanart from the cursed series and I appreciate you for it

Hells yeah, the Cursed series is awesome!! I’ll try to draw more art for it; I think I may have seen, ah, maybe one other piece of fanart for the trilogy… 😅 But, it’s absolutely on my list of WIPS!

With that being said, sorry to get to this so late! Happy New Year to you!

#how the entire trilogy is free is beyond me #okay like I get that they use copyrighted game music but otherwise the quality of the Cursed games is wack #bearpigman #asks #question mark for new tag??#please feel free to send me stuff I promise you I’m not that scary a mofo #bullhokey #artist’s notes

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tendercrysp · 8 months

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Last month's sketch: Imposter Spice

I have this problem where if I think of drawing Ice Spice, it's never normally and I do stuff like this.

#Cursed with a question mark #Experimented with colors #among us #ice spice #tendercrysp art #digitial painting #I went too hard on the hair #sketch #cursed #idk lol #dumb shit #It was supposed to be for experimenting with colors

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unrestrainedbalderdash · 6 months

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SQUEEEEEEE I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING THAT ISN'T DISAPPEARING INTO THE VOID!!!!!

#bit gutted that the other mesh seems to be cursed because i prefer that over this one #but! we have! a question mark!!!#riddler brainrot #sims tag

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preciousfawn02 · 7 months

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i am having a moment

#pregnancy scare question mark???#the time i have sex with a guy the first time in ages and THIS HAPPENS #men are cursed #might die x

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thefallofruins · 20 days

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“Kuna?” Your soft voice calls for him, fingers entangled with his as you lay on his lap, back against his broad chest, tracing the marks on his wrists.

“Hmm?” He responds, preventing a smile to form on his face at the moment. You look so tiny and adorable against him. He could devour you any moment.

“What will you do when I’m gone?” You ask, slowly tilting your head back to look up at him.

“Gone?” He asks. You look away, gaze falling down, “Yeah…I don’t have a longggg life like you do.”

“And?”

you sigh again, “What will you do…when I’m not alive?”

He knew this time was to come, the day he’d not have you by his side anymore. And he knew you’d ask him this question eventually. And he also knew he wasn’t ready to lose you at any cost.

“How many times must I tell you that you won’t die?” He responds, as if assuring his own self, “Not anytime soon, at least. Not under my protection.”

His words cause you to smile, “I know that…but it will happen eventually, yes? It is inevitable, after all.”

He remains expressionless. What a cursed being he was. Truly meant to be alone forever and ever. One day, you’d leave him too. The only person he spared for ‘amusement’ purposes, as he phrased it, but had a sole place of warmth in his cold, cold heart.

“But!” You speak, trying to console him. He was the last person who required consolation from a brat like you— but here you were, and maybe that’s why he loved entertained you.

“Don’t you dare assume that you’ll be seeing the last of me!” You climb up in his lap, cupping his face with eyebrows scrunched into a serious look— do you have any idea how adorable you look?

“I’m gonna come back to annoy you…in the next life, and the one after that…and then the one after that, also the one after that and on and on…”

He stares at you blankly before breaking out in a short laugh.

“You–!” He chuckles, “You’re an absolute brat, aren’t you?” His hands pull you closer by your waist, forehead resting against yours.

“We shall see when time comes,” he says, pulling back.

“Till then…you’re not allowed to leave my side, you silly girl.”

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #suku <3 #ruins posts #sukuna #sukuna fluff

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ozzgin · 27 days

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Yandere! House Monster x Reader (II)

It’s officially a smutty sitcom: you, the oblivious gamer boyfriend, and the tentacle monster lurking in dark corners.

[First part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster smut

Do monsters have a sense of humor? This creature seems to be greatly amused by the little "game" you've devised behind your boyfriend's back. Although you don't have much input in the affair, and most of the time you're merely a witness to the events unfolding before you (or in you).

First, there's the mild, inoffensive annoyances. "Babe, did you see my controller? I swear I left it on the couch". Some pranks are harder to swallow than others, such as the occasional lack of Internet. You know exactly when it happens, because you can hear your boyfriend's enraged shouts and rattles. It's always during important matches. No one knows why it happens. The repairmen who cross your threshold can only scratch their heads in confusion, confessing that nothing is out of the ordinary.

Then, the unfortunate coincidences. "How about we have some fun after my game?", the boyfriend will suggest with an anticipative grin. Alas, moments after he stands up, he is overwhelmed by a nauseous feeling. His stomach twirls and throbs, and he curses under his breath. "Some other time, perhaps", he concludes begrudgingly. You see, the creature is very possessive. The only thing that has saved your beloved partner from being torn to shreds already is his crassly comical obliviousness.

The mischief aimed towards the boyfriend is, however, a secondary source of entertainment. Nothing could ever come close to spending time with you. Yet another irony to this ridiculous situation: you haven't been caught yet, despite the rabid clinginess of the tentacled monster.

It just loves surprising you. For example, when you exhale dramatically at the end of the day, relaxing in the bathtub and enjoying your peace. Just as you hear an impatient knock on the door, you notice a familiar dark tendril slithering its way out of the water. You won't be leaving the bathroom anytime soon. "Did you steam yourself over there? You look like a lobster", the boyfriend will remark with a raised eyebrow upon seeing your panting, feverish face. "Y-yeah, I guess so." You limp outside, struggling to hold the towel around your body. Or more specifically, around the many marks left on your skin by hundreds of suckers.

In fact, its shamelessness reminds you of a poorly written erotic scenario, the likes you'd see on some adult website with a clickbait title. How would you name this current setup? You grip the edge of the table, pursing your lips to prevent any moans escaping your mouth. Your boyfriend is, once again, scrolling on his phone, indifferent to your presence. The water boiling on the stove drowns the wet, slippery sounds of the appendages pumping in and out of you underneath the table. “You might want to give it a stir in a moment, or it’ll overflow”, the boyfriend remarks without lifting his gaze. You mumble in agreement, slapping a hand over your mouth. You’re at your limit.

One may be tempted to ask, is this entity bound to its house? You pondered the same question until your recent IKEA visit. You and your boyfriend had been looking for a new wardrobe. "What do you think of this one?", you asked, closing the door and turning around. Your eyes scanned the empty model-bedroom. The jackass had wandered ahead without you. You sighed and were about to go find him, when a cold grip suddenly tightened around your wrist. You winced and snapped your head back. Thick tendrils had made their way out of the closet, tugging you to join them inside. So it can follow you around, you thought, climbing into the cramped space. Between the silent whines and breathy begging, an idea emerges from your dazed mind. New hypothetical video title: mercilessly molested in the IKEA store by monster partner.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #tentacle monster #monster smut #terato #teratophillia #monster fucker

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satorena · 2 months

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❝ BRAT TAMING (GONE WRONG) ! ❞

☆ featuring. sukuna ryomen.

☆ warnings. explicit content (mdni), foul language, impact play, spanking, double penetration, edging, biting, masochism undertones, degrading, daddy kink, thigh riding, delayed orgasm, degradation (sukuna calls you mean names), belly bulge, afab!reader.

☆ rena's note. vegas told me to post again before the month ends…

you were a force to be reckoned with, and sukuna ryomen had absolutely no idea what to do with you.

for starters, you had a smart mouth on you. he’d call you a brat consistently, and you never seemed to prove him otherwise. always starting arguments over petty matters, having random tantrums over lack of attention– as if he wasn’t busy enough being the king of fucking curses– and opting for silent treatment whenever he failed to play mind reader.

over a course of time, he noticed you did most of these things because you were a slut. at the end of the day, the end goal behind your childish episodes was simply to gain his attention. you loved to piss him off and make him lose his patience, because you knew he’d snap and pin your knees to your ears, pounding ruthlessly into you until you begged him to stop.

only. . . you wouldn’t. you don’t ever beg him to stop– in fact, you encourage him to discipline you further, getting off on the brutality he inflicts on you.

you were a fucking freak, and sukuna had no idea how to handle you.

“what are ya– fuckin’ stupid?” he sneers, a rough pair of hands gripping at the flesh of your hips as he pounds into your holes. you squeeze him tightly, both your cunt and ass, all greedily as if you depended off his dick to breathe.

you moan lewdly in response, your hands groping your tits as you tighten your ankles around his neck. tears stream down your cheeks, eyes all dazed and misty, and drool leaks past your parted lips. you were snivelling, onto your fifth orgasm of the night, and yet, no matter the position or pace he set, he failed to shake the dopey smile on your face.

with one hand wrapped tightly around your neck, he grips at the column, fingernails lightly tearing the thin skin and drawing blood, “i fuckin’ asked you a question–” he snaps his hips balls deep into both your holes and you jerk from the harsh thrust. you squeal, body seizing as you feel the tip of his cocks rubbing against the same linen of muscle.

he smirks at your reaction, repeating the same motions to draw out the same reaction. your smile faltered, in favour of gasping while he knocked the wind out of you, pinching and twisting at your swollen nipples brutally.

“i expect an answer. you had a lot ‘ta say earlier when you were runnin’ yer mouth– where’s the bark now, huh?” sukuna taunts further, and he swears he’s finally got you. your back arches off the mattress as you’re stuffed to the brim– his cum trickles out of both your pussy and ass, your entrances completely wrecked from brutal thrusts.

“ryooo!” you mewl, removing your hands from your breast to rest them around his hips. he cocks a brow at you, and when he feels a sudden pressure around his waist, he realises you’re guiding him to ruin you. you push and pull, your cunt gushing as it echoes wanton squelches from the mixture of fluids between you both.

“oh m’god– ‘m sooo close, f-fuck, keep goin’, puh-please!” you babble on, your words slurred as your eyes roll to the back of your head. your jaw is slackened and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, panting like a dog in heat, and sukuna feels a vein in his head throb in annoyance.

“you fuckin’ whore.” he spits, his fourth hand coming in contact with your cheek roughly. your face jerks to the side, cheek stinging and ears ringing loudly. it was a rough and heavy blow, one that would definitely leave a mark of his superiority on you. he grins when you whine from the brutality, tears streaming quicker down your fucked out face.

you’re snivelling and wailing, but to rub more salt on the wound, sukuna realises you came. both your cunt and ass clenches down on his dicks, muscles contracting as you tremble beneath him, spraying his lap and bed in your juices.

you twitch and chant his name like a mantra, brainless and stupid, as you claw and scratch at any surface beneath you. he never lets up his pace, because despite being bratty, you were still his and he was going to give you a damn good orgasm– even if he was utterly annoyed.

your pussy kegels, clamping ferociously down his shaft whenever he attempts to pull out, as if terrified he’s going to slip out. at this rate, you’re so fucking wet that he might, but you make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. you’ve got a bulge at the bottom of your belly where he can make out the shape of his dick, your frame so tiny compared to his that you look like you’ll fucking break.

you pant, skin flushed and moist from excessive sweating and saliva, and sukuna clenches his hand around your throat tighter. your pupils dilate as you remove a hand from your hips to rest at the hand around your neck, and you’ve got the most lovesick look in your eyes.

“hey. . . why’d you s-stop?”

yeah, there was simply no winning with you, he realises bitterly as he pulls out of you.

on other days, when you act out of line and question his authority, he sits you on a thick leg, pulls your skirt down and spanks you. it’s old fashioned, maybe, but sukuna was an old fashioned man. there was only so much beating one could take before they could surrender and apologise for their bad behaviour, right?

oh, how wrong he was.

he has you counting each blow delivered to the planes of your ass, and restarts whenever you forget what number you’re at. it’s when he’s on his fourth set of starting over from zero– mind you, he’s reached over eighty countless times– that he realises your panties are soaked and you’re grinding down on his thigh.

your tiny arms loop around his neck as your back dips into a curve, rutting your hips over his leg. as you attempt to run from the stinging pain on your ass, you drag your clit forward and moan all filthily into his ears– it almost feels mockingly. he feels your drool leak onto his collarbone, your breath hot and moist against his jugular, and his body betrays him most when he feels his dicks twitch against his thighs.

“brat.” he snarls once he picks up on what you’re doing, and a hand flies up to grip your hair. your head is now pulled away from his neck, eyes staring up at the ceiling as your cheeks swarm with hot tears. your skin is flushed and a mess of fluids, and yet, sukuna doesn’t think he’s seen you any prettier than now.

he glances down at your ass, all red from the consistent abuse and scratch marks carving into your skin, and when he looks even further down, he notices the growing patch of dampness at his pants. you were truly getting off on this, in true brat fashion, your cunt leaving traces of your sluttiness all over him.

he bounces his leg, and when you jolt, squealing from the sudden stimulation, he gets an idea. he continues to bounce his leg beneath you as you grind even harder down his lap, your fingernails clawing at his trapezius. you cry out his name when he spanks your ass blow after blow, opting to push yet pull away from the pain by humping his leg.

with all of these stimulations accumulating, he’s certain you’re bound to cum soon. he can read you like an open book, your body language telling him everything he needs to know– from the way you tend to claw at his skin, or the mini stutters of your hips, or the throbbing of your clit pulsating against his thigh.

“kunaaa– ngh, shit, ‘s so good~!” you whimper, voice breathless and scratchy. he tugs harder at your hair and you moan even louder, hands sliding down his shoulders to his chest. he winces when your fingers brush over his erect nipples, and spanks you harder for that.

naturally, it only eggs you on.

“you just don’t listen, do ya?” sukuna growls, nuzzling into your exposed neck to plunge his fangs into your supple flesh. he bites at your jugular, sharp teeth tearing at the flesh deep enough to draw blood. “the fuck i gotta do to get it through yer brainless head?”

you choke at the rush of pain, jolts of electricity running down your spine. adrenaline rushes through your veins as the abuse sits in your tummy in a form of a knot, ready to break at any moment. your clit leaked as you profusely hump thick and bouncing muscles, the mounds of your ass prickling from multiple blows, the dull throb at your skull making your ears ring and the teeth sunk into your skin so painful, it shot straight to your core.

your gut tightens, and you know you’re bound to release. “f-fuuckk, daddy– yesyesyes, needa cum! ‘m gonna–”

and like the cruel man he is, sukuna stops. you’re at the end of the finish line, a foot about to cross, and he pulls you back. he watches with a sinister smile as he halts his movements, and you’re still, mouth agape and eyelids shut tight. your entire body contracts as it registers he’s interrupted you.

“what was that?” he chuckles darkly at your quietness. you’re holding your breath back, and the utter irony of it all makes him cocky. he’s finally done it– he’s disciplined you to the point that your brain stopped functioning from the lack of attention your body’s receiving.

however, fate plays a funny game when he instinctively slaps your ass. it hadn’t meant to come off as intense or rough, simply to mock your state of mind. he hadn’t realised that was the final push you needed to erupt a wail on top of him, your body quivering as it released litres of your arousal all over him.

he watches, completely baffled as you cream over his lap, fingernails digging into his skin as you arch your chest into his. fat tears decorate your flushed cheeks, and trickle down your neck and slide to your chest. you subconsciously grind once more onto him, dragging out the high before it runs out, that stupid smile etched back onto your plump lips.

time seems to still for sukuna as he observes your delayed orgasm, your moans intertwining with your giggles– and suddenly he thinks you’re the cruel one, cheeks split as you grin hard, “hooolyyy fuck!”

you were a force to be reckoned with, and once more, sukuna ryomen had absolutely no idea what to do with you.

don’t look at me.

#stargirl★rena.#www.tumblr.com/satorena #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n

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