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#jonathan byers#joyce byers#byers family#THEM#return them to me#i've decided i'm posting weekly sets of them until the duffers set them free#because they deserve it#making season 1 sets always reminds me of how GOOD season 1 was#like I know it#but then I start to gif it and i'm overcome by just how good it was#this show used to MEAN something#uhg#and they were a very important reason why the show had any substance at all#so let them interact ffs#screaming into the void but idc#but like... could you imagine... if they get a photo together...#i'll pass out on the spot
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#*swoons* if someone looks at me like that i think i'll pass out on the spot#this gives the same effect like THAT lewis singapore gp 2019 interview hshs#using 'i'm practicing making gifs' as an excuse to stare at his pretty face 🤭#yassine bounou#sevilla fc#morocco nt#*ice edits#ice.gifs
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[Keep the warmth in - A lazy morning with Che'nya]
You can feel the sun rays behind your eyelids, the few ones that escaped the curtains grasp, trying to wake you up, as if biding you good morning.
Drowsy, your eyes open, blinking once, twice, thrice. A deep sigh leaves your lips, your chest heaving with it.
The room is warm, the body draped over you is warmer. The hot breath tingles your neck, the fluffy ears twitching slightly. There are legs tangled with yours, arms embracing you.
You move your fingers, one by one, calling feeling back to your dormant hand. Softly, you caress the mop of hair under your palm, humming as you bask into the morning tranquility, a rare calm moment in your so busy life.
It's warm and tender. You watch your lover's sleeping face, even if you had to crank your neck a bit to do so. Che'nya looks incredibily innocent like this, no trace of his usual mischievous self. His mouth is slightly open and, up close, you can see his features better, how his eyelashes lay on his skin, how his cheeks are flushed in a cute pink tone, his hair tousled.
The smile that takes over your face is fond, your eyes drinking up the sight while it lasts. A sound of contentment leaves your throat, your free hand rubbing circles and tracing little shapes on Che'nya's back.
You can feel a light purring coming from him. He nuzzles his head onto your shoulder, hiding his face from view. You adjust your head, exposing your neck to acomodate him better. Your hand doesn't leave his hair, petting it with care.
In the back of your mind, you wonder what time it may be. You make a mental list of what you have do to through the day, including what you should make for breakfast. Buttered toast with tea sounds nice and easy, so maybe you should go with that.
There's a feather light feel on your neck, lips grazing over it, close enough to touch but not quite doing it. You shiver, your hands stopping their motions as your breath hitches. "Hm, good meow-rning..." Che'nya's voice is rough from just having woken up, a raspy tone on it that mingles with his usual chipper one.
A kiss is deposited on your neck, followed by a light nibble. You sigh, a sound filled with joy. You can feel his heart beating from where his chest presses against yours, a comforting feeling. Another kiss follows the last one, his hand reaching yours and lacing your fingers together. Your heart flutters as you squeeze it, chuckling, your voice barely a whisper.
"Good morning, love." Che'nya pulls back, his head coming in front of yours and blocking the sunlight. Above you, his hair is messier than usual, his ears without their usual earrings, his eyes lidded. There's a grin on his face, as always, but it's one he reserves just for you. Not the too big one, but not a too small one, either. It's just the right amount of both loving and teasing. You slide the hand from his hair to cup his cheek, feeling him melt into your palm, his eyes closing in bliss. Your thumb caress the skin, relishing on the contact. "Did you sleep well?"
"I had the craziest dream." He mewls, his forehead coming in touch with yours. You hum, encoraging him to go on. "There was a door, but it was very tiny, and I was very big." Your hand slips from his cheek, holding onto the back of his neck. "Then I became very tiny, but everything else was really big."
"Oh? What did you do then?" Your fingers graze his neck gently, his ears twitch, goosebumps appearing on his skin. He pulls back again, his eyes fluttering open to gaze down at you. His head turns to the side, very much like a curious cat, and his grin widens.
"I'll tell you, but only if you give me something."
"How about a kiss?"
His head cocks to the other side, as if thinking it over, a pout of concentration on his lips. "Nope, won't do." He shakes his head, his hair getting more out of place, making you giggle.
"Two, then."
His eyebrows furrow, eyes closing. "No." He drags the word, dramatically. You can't resist it, so you poke the wrinkles, making him yelp.
"So demanding. Three it is."
He stares at you, giving a fleeting glance at your lips before looking up again. "I supposed it'll do for now." His hand releases the hold it had on yours and reaches your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Che'nya leans in and presses your lips together, tenderly. It's soft and slow, lazy, even. His teeth graze your bottom lip as he's about to pull away, but you stop him. The hand on the back of his neck leads your lips to connect again and you groan, pleased.
There's a quick moment when your lips part for you to catch your breath before they are meeting once more, your hand traveling up to rum through his hair as he whimpers. Your free hand goes to his waist, holding him close to you, keeping the warmth in.
You separate but he stays close, hovering over you. His lips have an after kiss quality to them that makes satisfatction flow through you. Your hand trails from behind his ears to the back of his neck to his cheeks, mimicking his own.
"I passed through the door." He says, picking up on where you left the conversation about his dream. "But everything stayed big, and I stayed small."
"I see. That's a strange dream, but it's in accordance to your usual ones, right? It would be stranger if it wasn't."
"How odd that you try to find order in the midst of chaos." Che'nya leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead, so full of affection you can feel it. He then rolls over to the other side of the bed and sits up, stretching his limbs. "You're right, it's still on brand for me!"
You laugh from his sudden burst of energy. "Feeling awake now?"
"After that? Of course I am! Although I could use an extra boost, just to make sure~"
You sit up as well, coming face to face with him. You give him a quick peck before getting up and ready to start the day, grin firmly in place as he follows you, asking for another kiss.
The sun enters the room and it's warm. You feel warm, down to the tip of your toes. Che'nya also feels warm, by the smile on his face. It's a warm moment, and it's yours.
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#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#chenya x reader#che'nya#che'nya x reader#I present to you:#fluff#I'm. very soft. no one talk me.#also it's 3 am right now so I'm not proofreading this#I'm barely coherent as it is so I'll just leave this here#staying strong che'nya nation#twisted wonderland#oh to have such affection in my life#* posts this and procceds to pass out on spot *#wonderland wonder
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Boo!
I'm the paranormal activity on your dash :]
#Udi posting in 2023? truly a christmas miracle#Now it'd be pretty funny if everyone seeing this collectively thought 'who the hell is this person?' I mean. UNDERSTANDABLE-#I've been gone for so long I don't even recognise this dash layout help??#Excuse me while I have a grandma moment trying to figure out where things are#Anyway I don't have much to post since I've barely drawn in all these months. So many art blocks stacked on top of more art blocks#(among other things)#BUT I still have some drawings here and there. Not the best I've ever produced but hey it's something#and you know what happens when Udi has an art block? Exactly. Cateeva content (and silly drawings) (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧#Now it's time for me to fill my room with sticky notes reminding me to take things easy#you'll have to bear with my slowness for a little bit longer. Life hit me hard recently and everything feels so heavy to me#but I just didn't want to let this year pass without saying anything...#I actually missed being on here. If I see art or an oc from any of my moots I'll probably cry on the spot#Moot reading this you've been warned (🫶)#I'll shut up now. I really hope everyone's doing as good as they can. This is such an awful world#Udi talks
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the quest to figure out what the fuck is up with my hands continues
#i haAAAAATE BLOOD DRAWS SO MUUUUUCH#i get so woozy oozy and feel like i'll pass out#literally saw spots in my vision this time around what is wrong with meeeeeeee
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thought of something absolutely sickening and by that i mean if it happened i would throw up out of sheer emotional overload and pass out but imagine if you will bell’s hells figures out how to fix whatever the FUCK is going on with magic and orym immediately reaches for dorian’s sending stone and then once he’s done speaking matt goes ‘robbie would you like to join us at the table?’ i wouldn’t know how to ACT besties
#for context i KNOW this won't happen so maybe i'll write it just to be silly#but it would be so cool so sick i'd pass out on the spot#i miss robbie he was cool and dorian was intriguing#i KNOW robbie is on candela but it's nOT ENOUGH I NEED MORE ROBBIE#anyway#robbie daymond#cr#critical role#dorian storm
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TW: imprisonment, injury
Cellbit wakes to a blindfold, and chains around his wrists. On instinct he throws his weight forwards, only to find his ankles also chained, and nothing giving way. The chains are very short, pinning him against a cold, uneven wall.
He tries again, there's a crack in one of his wrists, and maybe he should stop that.
It might be broken, he isn't sure, but the pain is sharp and the cuffs leave no room for him to check. Not that it likely matters; he can't use it anyway.
His arms are chained too close and too high to reach his face, so the blindfold is staying on...
So, what else?
Panic is not an option; it's not the first time, and it's unlikely to be the last.
What does he know? He needs to focus, take measure, work it out.
The wall at his back is uneven. Cheap, concrete bricks. Large, too. The sort of big grey ones you use to build quickly with the intent to paint over, or to use in hidden places, but these are not painted. He doesn't think. With a little twisting he can rub a thumb against it - correct, unpainted. Just bare concrete bricks. Like a shitty, cheap basement.
His thumb also catches the edge of a metal plate, probably where the chain is attached. It's sharp, unfinished - iron joins iron as his thumb bleeds.
Bleeding thumb.
Cellbit concentrates on that a second, before trying something else.
What can he smell? Blood, iron, dust and damp. It's cold - it smells colder than it feels, somehow.
Anything else? He doesn't think so.
Listening, listening... There's a water pipe nearby, he can hear that. Someone elsewhere seems to be running a tap. Probably a hot one? He thinks he can hear a boiler too, though it's a little indistinct. He cannot hear redstone, or screaming, and he cannot smell rotten flesh, so at least the chance of torture is minimal.
Can he remember how he got here?
After a few moments of consideration Cellbit realises no, he cannot. Last he remembers is that he had been working in one of the Order offices. There's definitely a lump on his head and a splitting headache, though, so he thinks he can guess.
What else, what else...
He remembers a voice which said "good morning" and then "follow me".
A door opens, a door shuts. The doors are heavy, metal. The walls shake when they slam.
Footsteps are even, calm, purposeful - his captor, then.
Sure enough, sure enough, the footsteps stop at his door. Again something heavy opens.
This time, it does not close.
"Good morning," says a very familiar, robotic voice. "You have committed an illegal act."
Cellbit cannot help it - he laughs. An illegal act? That's all the stupid bear has to say to him? There's the sound of pen on paper, but blindfolded as he is he cannot read - not even take the book given the chains holding his hands fast.
The pen noises end, and Cellbit gets himself under control.
"Please read the book."
"How?" he asks, laughter creeping up again. "How do you want me to read, Cucurucho? I cannot even see!"
Up above, there is the sound of more footsteps. Three, maybe four, pairs. Faster, uneven, in short bursts and rapid. They're quiet, too - people sneaking.
There's a gunshot and a yell and Cellbit hides them both in manic laughter.
"Now."
Insistence does not change the fact Cellbit cannot see.
"How?" Cellbit asks.
"Why?" Cucurucho responds.
"Why what?"
"You have committed and illegal act. Why?"
"Maybe because you kidnapped me and my friends, trapped us on this island, and now make a habit of torturing us and murdering the children you gave us?" he replies, still not sure /which/ act he's being accused of.
"Why?"
Cellbit goes to answer, and hears another door slam open, and then shut. The quick footsteps are louder now - only two pairs this time, rapid movement towards the cell.
Upstairs, the other two pairs keep darting around.
Somewhere, an alarm goes off.
"What are you doing?"
The sound of stabbing, the jangle of keys, and then light footsteps are running while heavy ones chase and a gun keeps firing.
The other member of the pair slips into the cell, quieter.
They say nothing, but the keys jangle slightly.
One in each ankle, one in each hand.
The cuffs give way. Cellbit should remove the blindfold, but he cradles the broken wrist instead.
"Can you run?" a voice whispers.
Cellbit tries to walk, and stumbles, head spinning. He didn't realise he could see some light through the blindfold until his vision truly blacks out for a moment.
An arm catches him, guides him safely to sit.
"Shit, okay," a pause, a splash of a potion - it helps the sting, but not the wounds. "The others are running distraction, so we need to be quick. Can I carry you?"
Carefully he nods; Cellbit doesn't like the idea, but he doesn't have a better one.
One arm under his legs, and one behind his back, he's scooped up. No sooner is he safe in a friend's arms than he reaches up and tears the blindfold off.
Light hurts. He shuts his eyes. But at least this time, the darkness is his choice.
Cold turns to warm, damp turns to chemical, and then - finally - to fresh air.
He's out, now, and in the arms of someone he can't quite pinpoint but who must be a friend. His head wound smarts, his broken wrist hurts, he breathes deep and smells a flower field and with the sensation of a warp lets himself drift away.
#qsmp fanfic#qsmp cellbit#roier got spotted so has to run distraction#i know who grabs him but eh i'll not tag and let you decide#passing out at the end was probably the wrong move for him#but he's definitely had more torture than he realises poor guy#mkay time to go watch decked out deep dives and wrap presents#then see if I can finish the 15th this afternoon...#or if despite prep time I'm cramming it again
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Another morning another day
I've been thinking a lot about going to the animal shelter
#speculation nation#there r many cats there and i have an aching spot available for one#passively thinking about getting a kitten. just bc id enjoy getting to raise a cat for once#and i think tally would be a good big sister given how much she groomed cassy#at the same time tho i wanna adopt a cat that might not otherwise be adopted so quickly. aka an adult cat#& also like with tally. i very purposefully picked out the loud black cat bc everyone was passing her up#but she was YELLINGGG at me from the cage. and i was like 'oh alright' and took her home#and now shes my sweet darling girl. she just needed like a year to chill out so she is no longer a chaos demon lmao#it's also hard to know what youre getting with a kitten. and it's a lot of resposibility. so like. idk.#but also. Kitten Cute... 🥺#i'll have to see what they have when i go there. still not happening for at least a few more days.#it feels too soon rn. but im thinking about this all to cope lol. i hate having only one cat.#i keep wanting to go out to greet Cat Number 2 in the living room. but. nope. so i go back to greet tally on my bed#she's a loving cat but she does Not like to be smothered. and im kind of smothering her lmao#that's another reason to get a 2nd cat. yes i want tally to have company when im gone at work#but also i need a second cat that is very affectionate bc I Want My Hugs And Kisses Dammit#idk when im getting his ashes back. probably somewhat soon. id estimate tomorrow? they were rly quick with sammy's#idk what im gonna do if they call while im at work lol. cry probably.#tho i havent cried in almost a full day!! been like 22 hours. i have been Trying to cope. mixed results.#ah well. c'est la vie and all that shit.#animal death ment/
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i will fuck that (stomach tearing viscera vomiting desire for smth), i need that to fuck me (necessity to be teared apart), i will kill myself (undone to the point of craving nonexistence)
#rena.txt#my 3 rawest emotions ever and yet nothing hits the spot like i'll kill myself/mi ammazzo. that is one and three like christ. uno e trino.#if u get it u get it i'm going to pass out now i'm feeling insane fr
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look at this
#ok sbs you can have the nr 1 spot#HOW CUTE DO THEY LOOK TOGETHER#I'll be passing out this episode#taxi driver 2
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First notif i see after getting out of the shower i forced myself to take:
Button's (the poetry group, not the pirate lol. tho i would happily be a part of his poetry group too) chapbook contest opens up in November
do i dare dream and try to put together another chapbook again
#text post#my poetry has felt so shit to me i haven't even been writing any of it down#but if i win even third spot i believe there's a small cash prize and christ that would help a lot#never mind making first and having my work published and sold and getting a few pennies here and there from that#I don't dare dream THAT big not after the last time i submitted lmaooooo#i just don't think anyone really needs/wants to hear my voice in that creative sphere rn#so it feels like im barging in and talking over other poets who deserve the prizes/space more than me#and i don't want to do that to anyone bc I'd feel terrible if the shoe was on the other foot so#maybe I'll jot a few down if they pass my personal muster but I'll wait and see re: actually formatting a full chapbook again#as it happens i could figure out a way to just. sell the prior one myself#maybe gumroad with a pay what you want page for it#that way no one has to risk money on poems they might not like unless they REALLY want to ya know?#idk idk my brain is so mad at me rn and like. i was literally just sitting there wtf#i mean i know wtf im mentally ill this is what happens to me time and time again but also. wtf ☹️
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Goood I don't wanna go work tomorrow, I'm gonna get told off the second I walk in the door
#vent?#the artist has a full time job and its tough#it was bosses day off but she saw me sitting through the cameras and gave me a very quick pissed off call and i couldn't even react#like sorry my back hurt so bad i felt like i was about to pass out so i decided it might be best to do this long af task while sitting#felt like i was hyperaware of all my vertebrae and ribs and they were on fire#but ooh sorry if i sit down for a task i dont even have to leave this spot for#realistically I know I'll survive getting told off but also I'd rather get ran over dhsj#im hoping she'll let me explain properly instead of coming at me first thing in the morning#i genuinely felt so faint and all i could focus on was the awfull feeling in my back but sitting down helped#also there was a miscommunication about the amount of tasks i had for the afternoon so to her im coming off as lazy but i was-#-literally just trying to make it through what I thought was my last task before closing#i hate when i feel justified but it doesn't matter cuz they dont wanna listen#but again im hoping she'll let me explain#im just anxious and feeling awful rn
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Horror icon Ingrid Pitt guest stars as enemy agent Elayna in The Adventurer: Double Exposure (1.20, ITC, 1973)
#fave spotting#ingrid pitt#the adventurer#itc#1973#classic tv#double exposure#episode 20 in transmission order but among the first produced I assume; I'm following Network's dvd order in watching (almost certainly the#prod. order) but I'll refer to these eps by transmission order because im an awful dullard. yes‚ The Adventurer. truth be told‚ i saw a#single episode of this series quite a few years ago on Network's 50 yrs of ITC set and it didn't really inspire me to ever seek the rest#of the series out... but with Network's passing (rip forever in our hearts) I've found myself picking up some titles I'd held off on bc of#the very real possibility that a series like this may never see another commercial release. the guest star spots were enough for me to#swing for this once i found it cheap enough (and i had to hunt bc I wasn't paying a lot for something i was fairly certain would be bad)#and... it isn't great. it isn't as bad as i expected either. it's ok. Gene Barry's lead character (the imaginatively named Gene Bradley) is#a truly absurd character: he's a world famous film star who also happens to be the greatest secret agent‚ and of course a successful#business man (also ace pilot‚ award winning racing driver‚ peerless sportsman etc etc etc). that he's played by a visibly tired looking 50#something Gene B is another thing entirely (as is Gene's... variable performance; reputedly a nightmare on set‚ who was hated by co stars#writers and directors alike‚ he also insisted on idiot boards to read his lines from). ITC‚ having spent record amounts of money making The#Persuaders at the start of the decade‚ were attempting something of an economy drive at this point; thus the switch back to 25 minute eps#after 50 had become their standard‚ as well as now shooting on cheaper (and inferior) 16mm film instead of 35mm; by the by that's why these#images are relatively awful. shot on cheap stock‚ and never undergoing the same revival of interest as other contemporary itc shows‚ The#Adventurer presumably languished in film cans somewhere and network appear to have done little to nothing in terms of restoration on the#series‚ with it looking far worse than any of their other itc releases. but then i suppose it was always going to be a niche release..
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told you i’d get my hands on an ascension statue lolololol
#paige chatter#was just browsing ebay and i found it for a really good price; couldn't pass it up c:#now to clear out a spot to display him...#i think i'll put him in front of the tv :D#seeing as my table with the throne statue is a little full ;;;
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my pendragon tapestry is way too big so I'm just gonna pretend I'm a knight I guess
#i'll find a spot for it eventually i just#I GOTTA GO TO THE MCR SHOW DJSJFBSHAJBEHDHSBABSS#bitch im about to pass out
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ah-ah, barbie, you're so fine! ๋࣭ ⭑
special treatment : thighs edition
☾₊‧⁺...ft. : kamo choso + itadori yuuji + higuruma hiromi + ryomen sukuna
☾₊‧⁺...cw : pussy eating, facesitting, somnophilia, dirty talk, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, desperation, oral fixation, squirting, creampie, choso being whiny, yuuji being a little shit, yuuji is 21yrs & a college student, hiromi being pussydrunk, sukuna being whipped
✧ k. choso : poor choso, ever since the first time he's gotten a taste of what's between your thighs, he's begging you every day just to eat your cunt. but today? today must be a bad day, because choso is desperate. his already between your thighs, whimpering and whining as he mouths at you through your underwear, tears in his eyes as he begs you to give him a little taste. once you do, his eyes are rolling back just from the first lick.
"you taste so good, fuck, so good, thank you, thank you, mmph, so delicious, i can't get enough."
"can you cum again? i know it's been 4 times already, but please? please, please, pleaase, pretty thing, i need itttt..."
"oh my goddd, you're cumming? yes, yes, cum on my tongue, pretty please, i'll fuck you so good after, just keep cumming, don't hold back."
"stop-stop running away, i know your pretty pussy is all sensitive b-but i just, i can't stop...but you know you can say the safeword and i'll stop, right? ...what? you-you like being overstimulated...? fuck, fuck, okay, let me make you squirt on my tongue then i'll fuck you good, okay?"
✧ i. yuuji : yuuji's always been a smug little shit whenever it came to teasing you. what starts off with him tickling you and blowing raspberries into your stomach turns nto hot kisses against your stomach that let down to the waistband of your underwear as he pushes your shirt up higher on your body. he can't help but grin up at you when he notices the wet spot on your panties from his little kisses.
"d'awww, bunny, y'so cute! look at how wet you are. is that 'cus of me? ehehe, i know, i know, teasing is mean, but i can't help it...you're just so adorable."
"y'know i can practically feel your heartbeat whenever i kiss it? mhm, i can feel that, pretty girl. don't cover your face, baby, you're so cute!"
"your thighs are so soft. i could stay between here forever, fuck goin' to classes or missions, i'd rather just eat you out until you pass out."
"open up these legs a little more, let me get my fingers in there...thereeee we go, such a pretty lil' bun, aren't you?"
"you're so messy! did i do this to you? yeah? aww, my pretty girl likes meee! i felt how you squeezed on my fingers! so cute!
✧ h. hiromi : ever since you made a comment about his nose, saying 'doja is right about big noses' in passing to him, hiromi has been curious. curious enough to the point where he looks it up, seeing the video of said woman. so, you wanted to sit on his face and grind on his nose, hm? you've never sat on his face before but he was sure to change that.
"i don't care if you think i'll die, i want you to sit on my face. i'm giving you the chance to either have control of your pace or let me do what i want with you. so, what's your decision?"
"see? it's not that bad, angel, you forget your husband isn't some weakling...now c'mon on, get yourself right over my mouth, let me taste you."
"god, you're so beautiful like this. i need you on my face more often, you're dripping all over my mouth...such a good girl for me."
"heh...i knew you said my nose was perfect for sitting on but i didn't realize it would get you this riled up. go ahead, sweet thing, you can keep grinding that clit on it...just like that, just let me make you feel good."
"good lord, i never wanna leave between your thighs. so fucking sweet, shit, angel, you've got me wrapped around that pretty finger. c'mon, let me devour you all night, i'll let you get up when i'm done."
✧ r. sukuna : getting sukuna to lay on his back without him instantly taking control of the situation was easier than you thought. hell, even crawling up higher so that you were hovering over his face was too. but little did you know, sukuna was intrigued, liking the side of you where you would just take control of him, knowing that only you had the right to do that...especially if it meant he got to eat you until you soaked his face.
"you know i should kill you for thinking you can just sit on my face like i'm some kind of personal chair. i am the king of curses, not a piece of furniture...what? ...hm. i guess you do look...good over me like this."
"...huh? sorry, i wasn't listening. when are you going to sit on my face? you keep blabbering, but i can see the way that sticky cunt is dripping for me. are you gonna just let it go to waste?"
"oh. shit. you've been holdin' out on me, haven't you, diamond? shit, i can see all of you from down here...nah, keep grinding on my face, little one, use me for your pleasure...let me see you cum on my mouth."
"such a fucking slut. my mouth is coated in your cum, but you still wanna keep going? my tongue that good for you?"
"no, no, i'm not letting you back down until you beg, diamond. tell me how badly you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue...hm. good enough."
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