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#sorry i could NOT get this out of my head when i read this ask. this is the funniest thing i have ever seen#just witnessed everybody saying that starstruck was sooo cute and soo precious in her big pink bow with her stupid little round cheeks#and ran begging into my inbox like PLEASE beat her the FUCK UP. okay!! absolutely!! as you wish it etc#i would never have actually done something this self indulgent without the prompt tbh but#joke's on you because the only characters i like throwing in the blender more than my faves are my sonas :)#you'll notice i only screenshotted it & this is not an answer to the actual ask. don't worry! it'll arrive some day#(this is jokeish in tone but i am genuinely delighted by this ask! never thought anyone would enjoy seeing stuff like that with my oc)#(always feel free to send me starstuck requests tbh!! even angst lmao. maybe i should throw her at galacta knight and see what happens)#(i think he'd just eat her whole in two bites like a strawberry cupcake ngl)
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What's a Red without their Blue?
Seijuu Sentai Gingaman
Ryouma & Gouki
#gingaman#seijuu sentai gingaman#sentai#ryouma#gouki#red and blue#two of the most precious boys to ever exist i'll tell you hwhat#when you've known someone so long you know them better than you know urself#gouki team mum ryouma team baby boy#what if fire+water duo but fire like the sun rising over the horizon and water like crying all the time#fav thing about ryouma's costume is how hard its working to make you not realise how tiny he is next to gouki lmao#i fucking love this whole team so much actually#like my love for hyuuga barely scratches the surface of how much i love this show and these characters tbh#hyuuga mention#gif post tag
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My Polin heart is fed. Thank you. 
#luke newton#nicola coughlan#the shape of things#god I love those two#polin#Charithra came too!#bridgerton season three#when I tell you I squealed with joy#also I love that my man accessorizes#i am here for it#precious babies#i’m gonna go fucking feral when season three comes out#bridgerton netflix#bridgerton season 3#bridgerton#netflix bridgerton
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gaze upon this picture. i have been gazing upon this picture for a good time now. It's in the encyclopedia's page for Fairy Woods, and offers us the neat trivia that this house, right next to the inn, is Elric's house, and that this old lady is his mom. Sweet, right? I thought it was a nice fact to learn, I almost shared it here as soon as I translated because it's very nice. I even had a whole discussion ready as to how she doesn't have an elf sprite but that's okay since this game seems to be limited in NPC sprites and implies some of the seemingly human NPCs are not actually human. I had this whole thing in my mind.
What I didn't have in mind is a working memory. This woman is not from the final version of the game.
In the final version, she uses the actual elf villager sprite, which is used very sparingly, only here and in Tristan. So I guess for once they actually had the time to make a sprite of the proper species.
The odd thing however is, the encyclopedia's text refers to her as an elderly woman, which, feels more adequate for the previous sprite, with actual grey hair. I initially assumed this one to be too young to even call an adult, but looking closely it seems heavily based on Mitula's sprite actually, so it's valid actually. And given that many indicators of old age don't really come across in a tiny sprite, we can extrapolate a bit if we want an older lady.
(and before anyone starts on the topic of "but should elves look old??? Look at Tyrin. They certainly can at least. Also I want them to)
so yeah, i initially made this post to be all "boo they robbed me of an old elf lady", and i do think they could have make a sprite for this specifically, as I said this elf sprite is hardly ever used again besides this spot, so it is a case of not caring of badly organizing the sprite process (why does the pacalon princess has a whole unique sprite??? why is it better than the playable centaur sprites??? woman has two lines and they're optional). But, that was very pathetic of me. We can take our dreams into our own hands. With enough effort, we can have as many old elf ladies as we want.
Baby boy is not living down the harpy snack reputation any time soon
#shining series#shining force 2#shining force 2 encyclopedia#sf2 elric polnaref#good lord elric you've never been tagged in this blog. you irrelevant little boy#it's okay though i love you because of this post now#sfoc elric's two moms#i don't feel like naming then now#but really the pacalon princess thing makes me so mad like. that's precious rom space#there are child pacalon npcs having to make do with the standard female sprite#you could have given me child centaurs. unarmored civilian centaurs#why is this random woman here????#and why did you make the standard female centaur armored if thERE NOT A SINGLE ONE IN THE ACTUAL CASTLE#this series was fucking born with a female knight right there why did you do this now
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my mom isn’t letting my dad go back to his office bc him being out of the house stresses her out and makes her have a flare up and it’s like kind of insane. like i understand why the idea of him doing that would make her panicky and angry as someone who also struggles w separation anxiety and abandonment shit / has physical symptoms from that kind of stress (though not to the same degree ofc) but also he is a grown man. he should be allowed to go to his office and not have to shape his entire life around her needs. and she keeps guilt tripping him out of it and it’s impacting his quality of life a lot and the whole thing is kind of… hm
#purrs#delete later#also she’s guilt tripping me into coming to the stupid fucking potluck on sunday bc she needs the extra help and it’s like… what are you#gonna do when i move out. like i am a grown woman and i should be able to choose how i spend my two precious weekend days. and my dad is a#grown man and he should be able to choose where he works. like is that not a little bit insane. i get it but also….. i do think it s kind of#fucked ip that it’s her way or the highway and her needs take priority over all of ours and she’s asking us to bend to what she wants when#she wants it. like i get it bc she’s sick but it’s not fair for her to expect that from my dad especially. particularly when me and my#brother are back at work / school in more high risk environments than my dad who would be in a private office alll day. and the thing is no#one is brave enough to all her on it bc if we did it would be the END of the world. she even threw a fit on my dads bday and complained bc#the things he wanted to do were things she didn’t want to do like all the man wanted to do was go mini golfing and when that wasn’t good#enough he just wanted to go on a walk and my mom complained the whole time and also scoffed the movie he wanted to watch and said it was#boring and it’s like… wtf it’s HIS birthday??? but what do you expect from the woman who (and in fairness her friends got her these as gifts#but still) has TWO kitchen items that say some variation of ‘a marriage is when one is always right and the other is always the husband’ 💀#i look at that little plaque every night bc it’s in front of the sink when im doing dishes and it makes me so fucking angry. like my dad is#a whole fucking person and he can be right too and he deserves to make choices and be happy and not have his wife put him down all the time.#idk. and she puts down his family all the time too and complains when he wants to do the most reasonable things for his own enjoyment that#don’t align with hers and criticizes his interests all the time and it just sucks to see. he never shows hurt or anything so idk how he#feels about it but it makes me so angry and sad and when i tell her to stop she just lashes out at me so. 🤪. like how do we get her to stop#making her needs more important than everyone else’s bc… she may be our mom / his wife / whateger but that doesn’t make her queen. no one is#(andalso this has only gotten worse bc of covid / her being sick. like this has been a lifelong thing it’s just it’s a lot worse now bc the#circumstances gave her room / forced her to have to take up more space. and it’s just so frustrating. i get it. but none of us are pawns or#dolls or subordinates or anything. there’s 5 adults here and we should all be able to make choices and not be guilt tripped by her. lol#)
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People who don't mind their picture being taken can never just leave well enough alone, I swear to the Gods.
My mom is endlessly telling me I'm going to regret having not let people take my picture when I was a kid when I'm older, and as someone who still, to this day; I'm 25 at the time of writing this, does not like other people taking their picture, I'm gonna have to just firmly disagree with that.
Also, it's not like no pictures of me as a child exist, just not tons, and I like it that way. Like seriously what does this lady think poor people did before cameras became mainstream? Or even before the camera was invented!?
Actually, people just didn't know really what their parents looked like as children for the vast majority of human history, and that's not really a bad thing. It's not a good thing, but it's not bad; it's neutral, like most things are.
#she thinks I'll regret not having the photos because she doesn't have any from her childhood because foster care#but like losing precious family memories because you got bounced around from home to home#is *very* different from just not liking having your picture taken#in no way shape or form are those two things *remotely* comparable#granted this is the same woman who compared someone *robbing a store* with a fake gun to me defending my home with one#not at all the same thing#yeah the *crime* in that situation was the *robbery* not the ''pointed a toy gun at someone''#personally I think that's fucking *obvious* but it is what it is#she genuinely cannot fathom the concept of people functioning differently than she does#like just vehemently refuses to acknowledge that people live different lives than her#no mom the house does not ''look like a hurricane hit it''#there are just dishes in the sink and objects on the tables#the house looks ''lived in'' because#and this may come as a shock#it's lived in
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no thoughts only zack fair !!!!
#🌙.rambles#[ ffvii. ]#holding unto my sanity for Him#eyes the color of the sky n. >< I LOVE HIM???? he's so precious n#crisis core's ost is. it makes me emotional oh my god. 'why'.. the lyrics. man.#i'm gna cry i searched up some lyrics i will cry i love the sky so much n#oh dear i really seem to love characters that remind me of like. the sky huh. FUCK I'M EMOTIONAL SOB THIS IS WHAT FF DOES TO ME#ff characters w blue color schemes n dark hair :<< noctis & zack & rinoa >>>>#no bcs wait 'why's lyrics r so.. loneliness? the sky? the past? warmth? night? heart? burdens? smiles? freedom?#I SEE IT WTF i rlly do love my fav characters in v similar ways#noctis.. hdkfasjdfkld ok it makes me v shy n embarrassed bcs two years back was peak of my cringe ngl but also Free#writing from the. perspective of. FINE 'reader' there#dude it's like cringe i was a hopeless romantic back then ok but. how the night wld make the uh yeah emotional bcs#it'd remind them of. oh man. the beautiful stars. the moon you loved so much. but how they were ever so far out of your reach.#nights that. NAH the rest of this is too embarrassing but#hehe i'm still fond of that certain. bittersweet feeling of longing & yearning?#i was thinking abt tropes earlier ngl thanks to ff again n w childhood friends as one of my favs. i rmbered smth i saw some other ppl#say abt how they don't like it bcs friends to lovers in general is just 'predictable' but honestly i think that's one thing i like abt it#that. certainty that i feel safe in. something that feels like home something you can return to but.#with some tension too like. ffvii context cloti but then i love the angst w clerith but that's just an example </3#back w noct though there's. haurchefant ffxiv. the clear blue sky.. ishgard nights in the snow. warm smiles#yeah all my fav charas thinking of it they rlly have themes that r so similar in a way n. duh. they're my favs for a reason#why's lyrics r rlly unfair tho wtf final fantasy 😭 tbf ff as a whole resonates w me a Lot. the other ff songs too like#hollow. opera maria and draco. kiss me good-bye. suteki da ne. melodies of life. eyes on me. every single ffxiv one too ofc.#i'm anxious oh no.. nah i'll remove these tags i'll rest a bit from school even for just a moment. i love my family i feel better now :<<#n then. ff. video games in general honestly just give me so much comfort i'm really so grateful i wldn't be here without#my family n all these stories 🥹🤍#i'm awfully emotional rn i think i'll actually go cry i miss the past so much but ff's rather a bittersweet comfort rn. THIS SONG..#i miss her i miss the old me i don't feel like myself rn but i'll find it again soon. i hope. i know i will but.. yeah ahh i'm crying rn#i'm sorry i feel so bad bcs i rlly have no energy but i'll find my way again yes certainly
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it is possible that maybe the film related internship i did kind of ruined my desire to engage with anything remotely film industry adjacent like. yikes.
#seeing any franchise get talked about and i'm like okay but how many people suffered in the making of this thing#one of the initial people i was working for was like ''you all have talent don't let the industry horrors sap your will to create''#and esp. because this internship was part of this like. diversity initiative#we were (at first) treated relatively well and accommodated#i mean i did get into one or two brawls but the first segment of the internship was alright.#but then. hoooly fuck#like there was this point where me and a few other people called out some bullshit during an industry orientation and this one guy#(also an intern) got pissed at us because we were eating up his time#and everyone else was pissed at us for yelling at the precious blonde woman#(we were not yelling. we were actually being sooo much more reasonable than she was)#film industry people will look you dead in the eyes and tell you that if you're not willing to give your whole life to disney or whatever#you're not right for the career#like they look for people with history in the military or as paramedics or firefighters because#those people are more likely in their eyes to be able to handle the exploitation#and there is no reason for this breakneck / exploitative production schedule
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roommate!ghost who's waiting for you when you get home in the middle of the night after going out with your friends. Sitting on the couch in those fucking grey sweatpants when you stumble through the door and drop your keys. Has to stare at the crack on the ceiling when you get down on your hands and knees to find them, pretend for his own sanity that he hasn't seen the tiny excuse for underwear you've got on under that little black dress.
Like clockwork, he's got you sitting on the icy bathroom counter as you giggle, telling him all about your night. He's got cotton pads and makeup remover in one hand and the other holding onto your thigh because you started unconsciously squeezing his broad frame when he stepped in between your open legs. He gently wipes away all the traces of the night, carefully mapping out the contours of your face like you're a masterpiece he's carved from some precious stone. Until he gets to your lips. The shiny, fucking sparkly gloss is all thats left on your skin but his hand freezes as he studies the crease in your bottom lip. You catch up two seconds later in your dreamy, relaxed haze, and without even thinking about it you close the gap, softly pressing your lips to the one's silently hovering over yours.
His breath catches and his grip on your thigh becomes molten hot as you just as quickly pull away. Innocently you smile at him, like you hadn't just killed him, like you hadn't just made him start planning your wedding down to the way your eyes would shine as you walked down the aisle, all for him.
Your laugh is the only thing that can pull him out of his stupor, "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that."
But he does, he really, really does.
#simon ghost riley#ghost headcanons#ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley smut#simon riley fluff#cod smut#cod x reader#roommate! ghost#roommate ghost#roommate au#first kiss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I just realised tomorrow marks the 7ths week of me being sick and feeling like garbage lol
It's some ups and downs but generally it's been a while since I've been healthy and none knows whats up which is nice.
#been to the doctor so many times#and at least my general doc is trying but she cant figure out what's wrong#and the throat specialist I've been to twice in one month got a very helpful “sounds like stress and you imagine all” for me#like thanks i keep having my ear throat and nose inflamed constantly and nothing i tried so far helped but surely its stress#my doc suspected a virus but we also didnt find any active anti bodies#so i was just told to rest and was off work for two weeks that also did nothing#so i worked again even tho my doc was like maybe not but i got psychological issues being home with nothing to do#gotta go to my dentist tomorrow to see if the source is there#but im sure its my ears but I'll never go back to that doc#i was there twice a month cuz it kept getting worse and got a stress stamp#stress i didnt even have lately cuz i got a healthy fuck you all work motivation now#and now I'll lose all chance for promotion cuz i cant do my usual 200% and my bosses translate that with: she broken now bye#going great#also don't really have motivation to draw anymore#I started to build model sets but idk if anyone would wanna see those#I also got a cyst on my ovaries and got an appointment in july#that gives me serious pms like i never had it before but ok#someone knows a doc that'll remove the whole uterus i don't need that shit anymore#anyways in case anyone's been wondering where i am lately or if anyone even read this my asks are open if anyone wants to ask smth#or ask my OCs they live rent free in my head and are very precious to me#even my new car is named Michael#he's cute and my record so far been 190km/h#one day I'll do the 225 he can do#just get off the road that day pls#that car was the onyl thing i worked for so idk what to do with my life now#save for car repairs maybe#anyone wants a pic of my child#he's orange#I'm very proud of myself i managed to save up for him quiet fast#these tags are wild but I'm feeling a bit more energetic thanks to some plant supplements my uncle gave me
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so sukuna usually goes for a woman who holds her own in a fight. its believed that he was more attracted and would even become a flirt even mid fight…. tw for sexual themes.
so imagine how confused you would be when you are with yuuji in your dorm and having a nice time and sukuna just stares at you through his cheek, somewhat a glare but smile. in confuses you, almost making you tilt your head.
“im going to put a brat in you.” he says, then suddenly leaving the scene, causing you to fret and be on guard anytime and anywhere. and leaving such a frantic and apologetic yuuji.
whats even worse is if your group were to exercise a curse spirit somewhere and its on you and yuuji, sukuna would definitely take the time to potentially force a switch or convince the poor baby to switch. and sukuna is doing his best to try and wound you– youre fast, and you already landed three good blows on him.
but things do come to an end, you being cornered and having to hear sukuna say the most disgusting things.
“you wouldnt be a bad wife, could make you have at most two brats.” or holding you while you squirm, groping at a fat breast and squeezing, hoping you dont moan. and he goes “these things dont hold you back? i just wanna bite into them… would taste so good.”
it also occurs when you sleep too. the intoxicating feeling of his fingers are still on your skin, he had to be an incubus. but you were suddenly dreaming about him eating your precious fat pussy too, suckling on your clit and have two hands hold your hips down, two hands hold your legs up while he eats you so sloppy. he can always be a messy eater, and he mumbles .. praise?
“havent had good pussy in years.”
“fuck, that brat hadnt eaten you at all ?”
“i demand your cum, i want you to cum.”
and when you wake up your folds are soaked with spit drooling down your ass cheeks. and with your shirt scrambled up and a bra pushed up.. was he in here? was it a dream? you didnt know. why was he so suddenly interested?
its only the next time you saw him, the cut you had given him had scarred up and he smirks at the sight of it. this only caused him to think of little exchanges for you to show yourself raw to him.
“if you land another three blows, ill have you sit on my face.” he said, eyes lidded and his signature grin plastered.
you ended up with a swollen clit, from its poor abuse and with bruised thighs, because he just had to make you sit still while he ate you out.
#jjk x reader#jjk spoilers#jjk#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk leaks#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#sukuna x reader#jjk sukuna#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu itadori#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu sorcerer
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vent post. There are two stories i was told in my teenage years that even before i had a real concept of trans issues made me uninterested in discussing the supposed sacredness and safety of separated sex-based spaces.
First, when i was like 13 or 14 my PE teacher told us about a time she went to a women's public restroom, some guy was hanging out outside the bathrooms, she didn't think anything of it, went to the bathroom, and he walked in after her and like, creeped on her over the top of the stall. She was ok, she wasn't telling us this to scare us, just telling us what to do in situations like that (and iirc she was telling the whole co-ed class this, not just girls, bc it's useful for everyone), but this taught me immediately and forever that there's nothing actually keeping these spaces separate really, that anyone can be a creep in any space, and that establishing a space like that as for women only isn't actually particularly useful for safety.
Second, when i was 16 i was at an anime convention, a friendly acquaintance of mine and i ended up in conversation outside, and he showed me his bare wrist and told me he'd been kicked out. A female friend of his had stepped in dog poop outside, and between that and the stress of the convention she'd had a bit of an emotional breakdown, so being her friend, he started comforting her and ushered her into the women's restroom so they could wash the poop off her shoe together. And because he was a man who went into the women's bathroom, he got kicked out, no matter that he was doing something that was actually beneficial to a woman. Punishing a woman's friend for supporting her was supposed to... protect her somehow? This made it clear to me that a no-exceptions rule separating the sexes like that wasn't actually inherently good for everyone.
And this isn't even getting into me as a child needing to accompany my younger sister to the restroom when we were out with just my dad because she had certain support needs past the age he felt comfortable bringing her into the men's room with him. And what if I'd been born a boy, or she'd been the first born? Who's helping her then?
And of course even putting all this aside, we should always prioritize compassion and support anyway. But i never even needed to meet a trans person to know that "keeping men out of women's bathrooms" is silly nonsense. But trans people also need to pee anyway and as humans they have that right, so leave them the fuck alone. your precious women's restroom is just a fucking room with a door, holy shit give it a fucking rest, if someone is attacking you in the bathroom that's bad and if someone is in there to pee that's good and it doesn't fucking matter what their junk is or was when they were born.
a woman could have done the exact same thing to my PE teacher and it would have also been bad no matter how "supposed" to be in the restroom she was, and no one should ever be punished for helping a crying friend wash their shoe.
Anyway i know I'm speaking to like-minded folks here, i just think about those two stories literally every time bathroom gender shit comes up and it pisses me off.
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࣪₊ 𐙚 YOU SAY IT'S BIG BUT U TAKE IT ?! ★
gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna, geto. you come home struck by a love curse and need their help on "recovering" from the after effects. (anon req)
𐚁̸ wc. 3.8k
𐚁̸ warnings. fem! reader, feral reader, love pollen/curse, unprotected, sukuna has two dicks, dirty talk, p in v, oral (f + m receiving), squırting, biting, spanks, dumbification, overstim, brēeding, premature ejaculatıon, mdni.
☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN
“wha— you’re clingier than usual,” the curse grumbles as you burst through the door. you’re panting steadily. he was almost shirtless with his usual kimono that’s exposing his abs. rickety arms of yours wrap around his waist before you drop right down onto your knees. with a raised eyebrow, he huffs. “eh. should i even ask.”
“no,” you reply within a second. your voice inwas nothing but a pure trembly tune. your body . . it felt hot all over, some stupid pollen or whatever it was was responsible for your feral state. you were even smelling the definition of the word too. you were grateful he didn’t ask, alas instead—he crosses all of his arms before glancing down at you. pawing at his boxers to fall down, it comes down slowly. the wait was killing you as you glance at his huge hardened bulge preparing to be exposed. oh, you’re already drooling. you needed sukuna so bad, your thighs were already quaking. the air surrounding you both suddenly felt scorching and the minuscule goosebumps that reside amongst your skin felt even hotter. “i- i need a taste, ‘kuna. please.”
he hums in amusement. “oh? don’t let me stop you then, horny girl,” and an oversized hand grips onto the crown of your head. with a nod, he views as your eyes light up at the now hefty sight of his two flashy dicks. with a groan—he shudders once he gapes at your tongue and how it licks against the one near the front. “mhm, you little . . minx. good, take it then. enjoy your precious meal.”
sukuna’s in love with your mouth—with your tongue, you’re so sloppy and you just can’t help it.
running your sweet tongue along both areas of his dicks—every part, the base, the length, and even the sensitive frenulum—he groans loudly. it’s an almost roar that echoes through his chambers. both of his dicks which were visibly stacked amongst each other. one was in front while the other was in back. each were the same amounts of thick and broad. thickset and fucking heavy, you bob your head down against the first one until he shoots raw into your mouth within just a few minutes. “fuck, easy, e-easy,” he stammers, feeling you snake a hand against his neglected cock to stroke it, fondling with his heavyset balls.
hearing sukuna stutter does something to you. you couldn’t exactly describe it, but you wanted to hear more of it. his head tilts back slightly as his lips purse, preparing to click his tongue. “ugh, can’t handle you when you suck that good,” and he grabs you by the hair, making you return his lascivious gaze. “look at you. jus’ a cock drunken mess. got m-me,” and he deeply exhales. sukuna chokes on his own words, barely even able to finish his sentence.
you took so much out of him in such little time. truth be told, maybe this love curse whatever it was, was a good thing. spit races down both sides of your mouth as you happily keep his shaft warm into your tight throat. his cum was a lot, a bittery taste of his own lingers on your tongue before he cock taps against the roof of your mouth. if it wasn’t for you doing a simple trick with your fingers, you’d have gag. you wanted more, lathering your tongue against his tip with no shame—you then reach a hand down to play with your pulsing clit.
“mphm.” you mumble inaudibly, feeling him start to push your head further down. a chaffing smile goes against your mouth and he scoffs. you’re making him feel things. things he didn’t even know he could feel. sukuna’s cold heart significantly flutters at the sight of you. it flutters simply at how good you make him feel. it’s a feeling he didn’t want to stop. at least not yet.
“god, ‘m gonna cum again,” he inhales before exhaling lowly. as he does so, his chest collapses back in from his sigh before he’s now facefucking you. the curse’s thigh taps and clenches, muscles creating a flexion within the nerves stored inside before he sees you drooling for more. as the bobbing of your head’s tempo increases, he groans before making you stare dead into his eyes with a simple grip. “nasty girl. comin’ home just to slobber on my dick, look at that f-face, fuuuuck,” and the moment you end up making him cum for about the umpteenth time of the night, he’s embarrassed. face flushed, you’re switching between his dicks to give them both equal amounts of love before he moves you off from sucking him. “brat,” he glares, grabbing your chin as a few sloshing spurts of cum pour down your chin. sukuna then leans in to kiss you, his tongue tweaks against your lips and he tastes own arousal with no shame at all. shame never exists for a man like him—a cursed being like him. you moan, feeling a fang of his gently bite into your bottom lip before he pulls away. in a low, shaky tone, he grumbles. “wipe that smile off your face, woman. this isn’t o-over.”
☆ NANAMI KENTO
“my love?” nanami hoarsely pulls down the newspaper he was reading from his face. the glimmer of the g-shock he wore that wraps around his wrist ricochets against the chandelier hanging above the two of you. eyeing you closely, he leans back against his wooden rocking chair. “how was work? your boss take it easy on you today?”
“kento,” you breathe, getting right on his lap. you’re met with those same gentle fawn irises that’s captured your heart within an instant. a hand of his gently strokes against your waist before he watches you speak in such a needy way. “touch me— please, i want you so bad.”
nanami chortles lowly. “aw, i want you too honey.”
“no . . like, i want you,” and he sees how you’re glancing back at him with feral, blown pupils. nanami could tell how needy you were just from your tone and body language alone. he could never say no to you, his beloved wife. nanami knew you, and most importantly, he knew every inch of your body like the back of his hand . .
the moment he’s got you laid on your back, everything’s lost. it’s as if time comes to an abrupt stop. the moment you feel his thick cock ease it’s way into your cunt, you immensely swallow him whole. “so warm ‘n snug,” he whispers, bringing his lips toward your face to pepper various kisses against your skin. he’s so gentle with you, he always was. he cups your chin before giving you a deep kiss to distract you from the brief tang of you clamping onto him. “how . . do you feel? is this okay—?”
his low voice was so smooth—leisurely, he’s rocking his hips against you before he playfully nibbles near your chin. a hand of his intertwined with your fingers as he waits for your sweet response. “i- i feel hot,” you moan, throwing your arms around him. “more please, ‘ken. makes me throb when you touch me.”
nanami chuckles, a quick piston of his hips and your legs wrap around his slim waist. his cologne swarms around your nostrils before you whine again. you sound so pretty—melodious, each moan that escapes out of you sounds like a harmony within each lewdly musical moment that passes. “so the curse makes you more sensitive for me?” he coos against your neck, another free hand of his rubbing against your tummy. you’re just laid back, taking every appetizing inch of him and your eyes roll and roll to the very backs of your cranium. “my sweet girl,” and his voice—you could get off to it, you were already profusely pulsing from his deeply through strokes regardless. “i’ll touch every inch of this perfect body if it ‘cures’ you, mhm.”
his touch makes you more sensitive though. nanami was sensual, taking his time with you. his pace was not to fast or too slow. just right . .
his fat cock slowly jackhammers itself into you, irregular breaths sounding more and more jagged. as he’s talking you through it against the shell of your ear, you dig your fingertips into his back. as you run a hand down, you feel a tiny mole print against his skin. “kento, r- right there, riiiight there,” and you’re keeping the entirety of his waist hostage with your ankles. “cum in me, your cum’s gonna save me i think . . s-so, please.”
“you say such silly things sometimes, my sweet,” he whispers against your neck, giving it a long suck. you moan from his tongue flicking against the new mark he created before he’s quickening his hips just a tad bit. the bed creaks and sings, it’s as if it’s making a new mixtape with its noises. “but alright, if my baby wants me to fill her up so she can feel better, i’ll do that,” and before he shoots into you—he grabs your chin. “ah, but look at me though,” and he’s panting heavily, sepia-colored strands sticking against the sheet of sweat that goes against his forehead. “look at me. look into my eyes, wifey,” and he sneaks a kiss onto your trembling lips. thrusting into you at brimming speed, he groans. “atta girl, there she is,” he purrs at you, a thumb brushing against your quivering bottom lip. he looked at you as if he loved you, nanami was sweet but a secret filthy man at heart. only for you though. “wanna see that pretty face. think ‘m gonna give you a baby or two while ‘m at it, my love. f-fuck.”
☆ GOJO SATORU
“girl—could be a little nicer y’know,” gojo grumbles as you lightly flick him against his back onto the plump mattress. you were always no match for his unprovoked sass. with a teasing pout, he’s staring right back up at you as you straddle his chin. grabbing a fistful of his hair, you inch your pooling warm entrance against his face. “how do you even get struck by a ‘love’ curse anyway? thought that only happens in fan fiction, heh.”
“just shut up,” you moan, hovering over your boyfriend’s face. he was so pretty — just gawking at him alone had you going more feral. gojo’s eyes, they were always so ethereal looking. a bright blueish cerulean—almost a viridescent green with how it reflects against the bedroom light. “f-fuck, i want you to taste it so bad, ‘toru. want you.”
with an impish smile, he slides the side of your panties aside. “soooo, what are ya waitin’ for? let me eat this ‘curse’ out of you, angel.”
and the moment you plant your sopping wet cunt against his face, he’s ultimately determined to do so. gojo was a messy eater. it was really no denying it. you’re swiping your slick heat against his nose like a credit card and he eats it up everytime. drool pours from the corners of his mouth as he’s gripping your thighs with both hands. doughy padded thumbs of his pierce into your skin as you’re rutting against his face in rapturing pleasure. “like that baby, f-fuck.”
“go on—praise me some more,” he giggles, warm breath fanning against your entrance. your stomach caves and seizes in and out as you’re still moving all around. it doesn’t take long before your legs start to quaver. “call me a good boy, yeah.”
as much as you wanted to eye roll in the most dramatic way, you couldn’t.
you’ve got a firm grip into his white, snowy strands before giving it a solid yank. “g- good boy, ‘s good for me, ‘toru. think your tongue is working,” and your voice was so soft, its delivery was almost a mere whisper. gojo’s sucking against your clit, casually making out with it in such a sloppy way that’s he’s imitating a french kiss. you continuously pulse into his mouth, feeling him breath through his nose before he spanks your sensitive entrance. as he does such a thing, a splash of your own arousal goes onto his face. teasingly, he sticks out his tongue to lick it clean. “f-fuck.” you whine, and he starts to feel himself get hard. not from you calling him a good boy, but the view itself.
the view of you, riding his face, straddling him in such a sexy way makes him feel a raging hard on in his boxers.
oh, the way you were maintaining such eye contact.
so sensual, you use his face for your own pleasure, hearing your heartbeat arise at a more quick through your ears. the sharp edges of gojo’s teeth nibble playfully against your thighs before you whimper once he prods a lengthy finger inside. he’s located your g-spot just like that, immediately moaning aloud before his digit curls up into your gummy walls. “fuck, you’re so hot when you pull my hair, ‘s no fair,” and as you’re whimpering loudly, chewing on the skin of your arm—you end up finishing after a while.
the moment you do, you end up squirting a bit. it comes out in a tiny trickle—gojo’s face lights up as you’re struggling to keep your thighs open for him but he spreads them further apart for you anyway. “shit,” he exhales with a cunning grin, that smug expression you oh so desperately wanted to wipe off. “i didn’t know my girl was a squirter. maybe you should get struck by that love curse again,” and he licks against your pussy for a final time before spanking your folds. “let’s do that again. wanna get you real soaked tonight. i always like my girls messy.”
☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO
“no way you woke me up just so i could fuck you.” toji deadpans, bringing a hand towards the hair that sticks against his chest, scratching it for four long seconds. two arched brows of his curl into a furrow before he grunts. “i was havin’ a good ass dream too.”
“toji i’m gonna die,” you protest, tugging at his boxers. “i searched up the symptoms a- and it said that if i don’t do anything um— sexual related, ‘m gonna die within four hours.”
“oh boo,” he rolls his eyes, and you moan once you feel the roughness of his palm squeeze against your ass. toji pulls you close to him, so close that you could feel the heat of his body radiate against your own. so close that you could smell his natural manly scent. the strong manly musk, his scent alone had you throbbing right inside of your laced little panties. in a groggy voice, toji leans in to suck against your neck, earning out a mewling whimper from you. “fine, but don’t be surprised if i don’t let ya cum. my dream was really fuckin’ good.”
knowing toji—he was probably dreaming about being a millionaire, but anyway . .
he happily helps with your little issue by fucking you thoroughly into the sheets. harp hips of his penetrate into you again and again. you whine, bratty cacophonous whimpers spew out of your lips as you cling onto the milky, pale sheets. it’s probably been hours, the entire room has a candied aroma of pure desire and intimacy. toji groans as your cunt clamps against him tightly. two scarred hands of grab ahold of your waist before pressing it deeper against him. “mhm, ‘s it workin’ baby? needed a good fuck, baby?”
“y- yes,” you moan, strands of hair almost blinding your eyesight by how it continues to get in your face from the quick paced movement. skin against skin—skin tight. everything felt heavenly. toji’s husky pitched groans only makes you throb even more before he leans right up closer against your ass. “harder, fuck me, ‘toji. pleaseplease. make me cum.”
with his own heavy huffs of breath escaping, he gets all the way up close before raising a foot to press down against your head.
a shrieking gasp comes out of you at the angle. he’s buried so deep now that your pussy stings and smacks from his sack. his hefty sack that hangs. kissing his teeth, toji rolls his eyes back from how good you squeeze around him before groaning once more. “goddamn, y’er a little slut. wakin’ me up for dick, ‘oughta edge the shit out of ya,” and he grabs a nice amount of your hair, making you raise up. the soft, delicate wool of his sock still glides against your skin and you moan from his rude, overzealous tempo. “yeah? should the baby girl cum, or nah. personally, i‘d say no. you were bein’ a brat. 'love curse' my ass.”
you try to sit up but he only pushes you back down, your face smushed against your fluffed out pillow.
“nuh uh, sit the fuck back down,” he snarls, swatting a soft palm against your ass. you’re so close—you moan again as he deepens his hits. his rhythm that was once so decent was now sloppy and merciless. toji’s fat mushroom tip thwacks and thwacks against your clit so much that you could feel it’s delicious curve. it’s a tickling sensation if anything—but the last thing you were doing was laughing. as he tightens his grip a bit, resuming to rock his hips into you, he purrs against your ear in a throaty chuckle. “heh, oh so you can’t speak now? thought ya wanted me to go harder?”
“i- i do,” you try to explain, but it only forms into a sweet meaningless babble. “fuuuuck, ‘s good but take your foot off me, toji. your sock is um.. wet.”
“your sock is um wet,” he mocks you before lowering his foot. you cringe as he pitches his voice—you don’t even sound like that. as he’s still having you arched over, watching as you then hide your face into the crook of your elbow. with a final smack against your ass, he pulls out before letting off an offended, tch. “ungrateful ass.”
☆ GETO SUGURU
“rough day?” geto slyly smiles, watching you struggle to walk into his room. he locks his phone to get a good look at you. you’re heaving insane amounts of breaths, pant after pant squeezing out of your full lungs as if you’d just got down with a marathon. “aw, let me guess. that love curse again? baby, you really gotta stop gettin’ yourself in these positions. it’s silly.”
“suguru,” you whine, collapsing right into his lap. the way you flop onto him was so cute—you’re met with a smug grin and dark, inky eyes that’s taking in all of your features. always so pretty. he smells so good, it’s driving you crazy. “wanna ride you.”
“you always ride me,” he strokes your chin, staring into your eyes lovingly. his hair was pinned into a unkempt yet attractive ponytail. geto gingerly wraps a hand around your throat before whispering against your lips. “so it is that lust curse again, isn’t it? careful. startin’ to think you’re doing this on purpose just to ride me, pretty girl.”
it works every time though—because within minutes later, you’re riding geto on the plump sofa. he was trying to multitask, trying to send an important email but your hips always snapped him back to reality. eventually, his phone slips out of his hand. geto groans at the way your rhythm’s got him in such a chokehold. you’re unhinged, playing with your tits right in front of him that he can’t help but feel against your soft mounds himself.
“s-shit,” he hisses, your body forever an image embedded in his mind that he couldn’t erase. your pussy squelches against his cock and you feel him reach such deep angles all at once. his girth was enough to make your mouth salivate with slippery saliva. mouthwatering, the upward curve of geto’s dick has you going stupid, you’re whining constantly before you lightly shove him back against the cushioned furniture. “slow down, you’re gonna make me c-cum quick, baby, goddamn.”
perhaps your hips alone were the enemy all along, you’re barely giving him a chance to breathe and it turns him onever more. how feral you were—he could see how blown and needy your pupils were. as you wrap your arms around him, still jerking your hips forward, you pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. geto groans right into your mouth, it’s guttural. playfully, you twirl a finger around his hair as you’re fucking him. geto’s hand placement was against your hips, long pretty lashes fluttering every few seconds before he gasps. “baby,” he huffs, a slippery strand of spit leaving your lips as he tugs away. with half-lidded eyes and a flushed face, he moans again, yet this time it’s louder, a bit more pitchy. “i’m gonna c- cum, shit your hips is gonna kill me.“
“don’t waste it p- please,” you plead into his ear, the soft breaths of your voice that exit from your throat makes his dick twitch inside you. you’re still grinding against him, the tempo was so speedy that it gives geto whiplash. he was truly witnessing his life flash before his eyes—all thanks to your precious pussy, featuring your crazed hips. he hardly doesn’t know where to roam his hands—but they remain glued to your waist, attempting to guide you closer. “inside, sugu. spill it ‘n me, make a mess.”
groaning—his head tosses itself back in rapture as he falls into his lewd, anticipated embrace. he’s feeling hot and warm just like you. the warmth your pussy provided him makes him bite his lip.
“fuck, fuck, f-fuuuuck,” he swears once you suddenly pick your hips back up. after a few seconds once you gradually slow down—he’s shooting a warm load of cum into you. so gooey, it fills you to the brim and you slow down finally, still swaying against him to make sure it’s fully plugged full. it pours into you all at once, a whopping amount of seed that’s so much that it oozes between the crevices of your thighs. you rode geto so good that he doesn’t even notice the sofa had ended up collapsing. the sound was short and concise—he’s moaning once you wrap a hand around his throat, feeling the vibrations of his grunts go against your fingertips. “phew,” he swallows, still dumping a good amount of ropy amounts inside before he goes limp against the couch. geto still has your hips in place before he’s gasping for short collected breaths. with glossy eyes, he notices your needy smug grin, not showing one ounce of fatigue. “again, huh? fuck, let me catch my breath first baby, you’re fuckin’ dangerous.”
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i got myself so worked up over that poem post because i made the mistake of looking into the notes
#i’m sorry but IM A HATER#one specific reply made me so viscerally angry i felt cartoon steam escape my ears#the huff of anger woke up my cats#’the prose was there all along someone just had to polish up the lines’ i want to strangle you.#like. plato’s allegory of the cave was always very silly to me because like#well obviously people wouldn’t think the shadows are more interesting#the whole world is right behind them like you can see both and clearly one is just more poignant and beautiful and engaging#but then i see self proclaimed poets on this website call the most fucking cookie cutter format better#than the perfectly poignant and precious piece of prose poetry RIGHT IN FUCKING FRONT OF THEM#the ONLY good reply was someone who wrote an original haiku inspired by the post#it was a lovely haiku i particularly loved the phrase ‘painted landlord white’#its a lovely feeling of resignation that contrasts the hopeful nature of the first two lines of the haiku#<- im legally obligated to include one (1) Nice Thing in every hatepost i make now#im instituting this along with my new fav tag#hateposting
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How would könig act with a subby reader that really politely asks him to fuck her every time and even thanks him afterwards like he did her a favour?
Konig with a pretty girlfriend who enjoys having sex with him...he thinks he died and went to heaven - you're literally too good for him!
He fucks your pussy so hard you can't walk the next day, and yet you still ask him to be a bit rougher and even push him so he would fuck you further...thanking him every time he cums inside, assuring him that you're on birth control - and you really are, fearing that pregnancy can disrupt the balance you had between the two of you. You loved feeling his dick hitting you raw from the inside, and you'd thank him for every drop of cum in your sobbing pussy.
You're a bit of a pillow princess, never wanting to do anything but lay on your back or your tummy like a good girl and take his cock. You like it rough, you like it a bit more tame, and you absolutely adore feeling his cock grazing your walls each time he pushes deeper and deeper. You don't understand how he still spends time with you even as he pushes you down into the pillows and whispers the filthiest things into your ears, but you love him too much to resist...and he is always so caring after - bringing you a fresh blanket and some fruits, rummaging through your closet to find a new shirt and some snacks for his favorite pocket girl.
You ask him to fuck you with a nicely printed card, and he thinks he once again died and went to heaven - you're too fucking precious and he doesn't deserve you, not even a little bit. He needs you carnally, every time you encourage him on the kinks he never thought he had - ropes, chains, spanking your ass and make you call him sir as he starts spreading the puckered hole of your anus...you spoil him with your body and he can't help but imagine your relationships being something more, something...deeper.
You can't really blame him when you wake up in his bed after a really rough night of fucking, your wrist chained to the bedpost and your legs spread as he pushes a vibrator deep into your sore pussy - you just have to be a good sub and submit to him once again, okay? And Konig will take care of everything else.
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cw. reader is a virgin, big cock haithie yaay, fem! reader
"you need to tell me if it hurts," alhaitham lifts you towards him, his cock pressing between— and he says it so easily, taking all the fear off your mind as you twitch when you feel him repeatedly connecting with you.
"we don't f-fuck— have to, have to," he breathes and slides two more inches in, "you can just keep me warm like that, yeah?" as he kisses your neck, "that's good?" there's no hint of impatience, no hostility, only heats of flesh rubbing against flesh and his desire to make this feel good for his darling.
such a precious thing you were to him, you don't even realise how fucking mad you make him, don't you? compressing around him with wet, tight little squeezes of your cunt getting used to his length, forming around him, memorising his size, your mind getting used to this new feeling as your legs shake and twist around his muscular body.
it feels like tiny fireworks going off deep in your gut and conquering more of your veins, your limbs and bodily reactions the more he fucks into you— the more he makes love to you. for a moment, alhaitham strokes over your hip and kneads at your ass before settling on your stomach, pressing the heel of his palm down, rubbing your belly, going lower, rubbing your clit, pinching it, wanting to stimulate all of you, pull one finger through the little hood protecting your weeping pearl and grinding his digit into it as your pussy bucks up and sends shocks to your hole.
his erection was half way in and already had you weeping, begging for mercy but at the same time, more of his cock and his length bulging into your walls. "it'll be fine, j-just stay like this," the scribe filthily covers your mouth with his own, although more tongue as he kitty licks at your bottom lip,
"just keep me warm."
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