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rosekasa · 12 days
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adrien is absolutely the kind of friend you can never jokingly ask to buy you stuff. alya will sarcastically say 'you should buy me this €80 shatterproof phone case' and a week later he's like 'here you go :D' marinette will say 'i wish someone would just send me to a fully paid for spa weekend' and she'd check her email at the end of the day and adrien has booked it all for her. everyone tries telling him to stop but he genuinely just loves giving stuff to his friends. but this also means everyone now AGGRESSIVELY reduces the things they joke about wanting. nino will say 'you know i think i want these very affordably priced headphones from ebay', marinette will say 'i could really do with a loving, friendly massage right now'
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rrairey · 3 months
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As much as Ryomen Sukuna hates to admit it-
He has a weakness.
"Ryo!" With a sigh, he turned to face you, his crimson eyes briefly flickering to your outfit, a deep crimson dress/suit that was perfectly tailored to your body. The window he was currently looking out of, revealed the dark landscape and the eerie vibe of the moon casting down shadows and light.
The moon seemed to touch your very body, the dim light of the candles unnecessary for Sukuna's eyesight. In fact, it was mainly for the humans who were loyal to him and the servants who couldn't see well in the light. You ran over to him, tripping over your feet and collided with him.
Sukuna didn't even budge and he steadied you with one of his arms. "Watch where you're going, brat." You grin up at him, your e/c eyes sparkling like stars in the moonlight.
Right then and there, he could've spent hours getting lost in the depths, but he snapped out of it and offered a rare half-smile.
But you couldn't tell.
Because it looked like a grimace.
You smirked up at him and reached up to kiss that grimace of a smile. "mwah!" Sukuna softened and reached down to cup your face. "...you are too innocent for this world."
He murmured before pulling you into a deep kiss, savouring the dangerous rush of emotions that came with it.
You and him, in the moonlight with the candles gently flickering.
He pulled back, examining the way you looked at him, gazing at the little imperfections that made you look even more perfect and for a second...
He smiled.
Then a knock arrived at the closed door of the hallway. Pressing a final kiss to your lips, Sukuna turned around to face the window, a small frown working his way up his lips. You sigh and sit down at the only chair in the room a disappointed pout on your face. "What is it," Sukuna asked, a dangerous undertone hidden deep beneath his words.
"The meeting with the others is-"
Sukuna sighed and walked over to you, holding one of his arms out. "Shall we?"
You grin at him and take the arm, gracefully standing up. "We shall."
But sometimes, he couldn't tell if it was a weakness or a strength.
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soft sukuna is permanently stuck in my brain.
tagging you🤍 @no-b10g-here @lostinwildflowers
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luvit · 4 months
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Crazy idea but a little blurb of ghost hating it when his girlfriends smokes even tho he smokes a literal PACK A DAY but he keeps trying to get her to stop until one day he just ljke fucks da SHIIII out of her for smoking so she never does again🤣🤣🤣 and him like panting “I can’t fucking stand seeing u do that to urself” while he’s BALLS DEEP
(fem!reader, mdni 18+)
what do they feed you to get a brain this big. because YEAH??????? i love ghost who wants to take care of you but is a huge hypocrite </3
ghost finds out one day when he comes home and goes to greet you with a kiss, pausing when he's a hair away and then pushes you back with a hand around your throat so you can see the nasty scowl on his face. "those aren't mine. who gave those to you?"
and he smells the smoke on your breath even if you tried to hide the smell of it with candies and brushing, even spraying on that perfume that makes him go crazy. but no matter what he'll catch you with the remnants of it if you're lucky enough to do it in secret.
most often he catches you, ripping the cig from your hands and snuffing it out. telling you that he doesn't want you to get sick from the nasty stuff even though every night he's out on the porch smoking a quick one before coming back in for bed. he tries to hide your packs, stops giving you free access to his money if it means you're buying smokes for yourself, gives you lengthy lectures of the harmful effects of smoking for you while you roll your eyes every time he blinks. and then he's had enough
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he's pounding into you, one hand firmly on your hip. the other pulls a freshly lit cigarette from his lips. he's further away than you'd like, and a disinterested look on his face even though he rams his cock into you over and over again.
"simon..." you weakly beg at him, trying to pull him closer. his frame's too tall, and it's not like you'd be able to pull him down anyways with the way he moves his hand to your throat and squeezes in warning.
"can't, love. smoke's bad f'you," he smirks and exhales a plume of smoke through his nostrils. he sits back on his haunches and continues to pin you down and you listen to nothing but the loud noises your pussy makes over your whinpering. punishing you, he's punishing you by taunting you with what you can't have.
you try to arch into him but it makes you gasp and choke against his palm. you want more, need more, need him so close to you. you want him to cage you in and kiss you and hold you tight with nowhere else to go besides against his chest and the bed. there's too much space between you :(
he chuckles evilly the way you claw at his wrist and try to tug his hand away, or even make him loosen his grip so you can breathe properly. "fuckin' brat. only thing ya need to make it hurt when you breathe is me." and he squeezes again while angling his hips to hit a deeper part of you, makes you kick your legs out and clench your toes.
he takes another drag and leans in closer, exhaling the smoke on your face. he watches the way your eyes flutter and it makes his dick twitch inside of you, stirring your pussy so nicely that it makes you a little bit wetter.
"yea? ya like tha'?" he talks to you in a condescending voice. you're trying to gauge if he's asking about his closeness or the smoke. but you know either way you answer is a trap and he'll just keep torturing you with that sinful cock of his. "sucks. can't 'ave it. not good for you. can't stand you being so fuckin' stupid."
and you try to beg and plead with him, promising him you'll stop. but he's not convinced no matter how many times "please, simon, please! 'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry" comes out those juicy lips of yours.
"why? you did this to yourself. keep tryin' to smoke no matter how many times i tell you no. but the brat just doesn't wanna listen, doesn't she?" he grunts and plunges deeper into you, making his balls slap your ass in place of his hand.
he takes another breath of the cig and keeps it in his mouth, biting the side of it while both hands now rest against your hips. the monstrous strength he uses to pull you back onto his leaking cock makes you ache from the force of him. knocks your breath out a different way than his hand does when he chokes you. he's got this feral smile as he gazes down at you.
can't help the way you're creaming so nice around him. 'specially not with the way he starts rubbing at your clit and tapping it with his thumb, like he's got some sort of rhythym in his head. and you're close, so close!
but when you're finally about to cum, he pulls out of you and slaps your pussy. makes you cry in disbelief as he pumps his cock over you while cumming over your tummy and on your pussy lips. another drag, of the cig in his mouth and the head of his cock over your clit.
he taps the head against your clit once and it makes your legs twitch. you sob at the loss of the orgasm and then he snuffs the cig out. grabs your jawline to make you look at him as he goes, "last time i'm tellin' you. you wanna smoke, you don't get to cum. good girls cum."
and then he climbs off of you to properly dispose of the ash and open the window. that's when you realize he was smoking the last of your pack in front of you.
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ivysoul · 8 months
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i just… i just think that simon, who came home being the neediest he’s ever been, wouldn’t be able to stop himself from bullying his hard and aching cock into your sweet cunt. you could feel how much he’s been craving you during his time away with every thrust, every sloppy kiss to your shoulder or neck.
he couldn’t have been bothered to fully strip either of you, yet he needed to feel every inch of your skin. his hands dipped under your shirt and travelled to your tits, giving them a firm squeeze a couple of times before pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.
he hadn’t even realized how overstimulated you were after cumming a dozen times. the tears streamed down your cheeks freely, your nails dug into his back, creating lines of red along the length of it. the pain of being used mixing with the pleasure of being fucked so good had you dancing across the line of satisfaction.
simon was too far gone to stop now. he was a babbling mess on top of you. “f-fuck, lovie—‘m so close, please—pleaseplease let me cum in you. need it s’bad. y’feel so good—oh my g-god…”
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rafesmuse · 20 days
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backwards, sideways, missionary, cowgirl, doggystyle, on the train, on a plane, on the table, against the wall, in the shower, on the floor, vertically, horizontally, until the paint peels off the walls, the bed breaks, and the neighbours call for help
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jung-koook · 3 months
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[10/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡ (cr. heybaetae)
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ryllen · 19 days
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bears for sale @ letterstoear
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gojoest · 8 months
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one of the most satisfying things about dating gojo is that whenever you two have an argument everyone is on your side. always. no matter how ridiculous the reason or how wrong you might be for kicking him out of the house bc he ate ur kitkat — everyone has your back always — shoko is there to hug you, nanami calls him shit, haibara brings you a kitkat, geto is breaking the friendship, riko slaps him again, utahime throws tea at him again, his students drop out. he’s miserable
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thebrainrotsreal · 26 days
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Freeing myself from the shackles of an organized comic format to get this idea out of my head!! Also, just follow the numbers if the layout is too confusing otherwise, but basically I want Spectra to be Jazz's Nemesis so bad. It just makes sense.
SO: the hypothetical episode's showdown would be them battling, and no Danny, he's already got beef with a packers obsessed billionaire. Now, Spectra's got the high ground with overwhelming power, but she's sloppier and easily irritated because of it! Jazz then outsmarts her, getting her angry enough to make enough mistakes to be corned and canned by the thermos.
Also minor spelling error ugh, meant to put "no one could", not "no could".
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pawified · 1 month
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thinkin abt how you just cling to your stepbrother!satoru. it doesn’t matter if his girlfriend is around or that his peers find your infatuation with him strange. — you love him.
satoru knows he should tell you off about how it’s not okay for you to kiss him on the lips or prance around the house in just a t-shirt that barely covers your ass, but he doesn’t.
When his girlfriend told him how you shouldn’t act that way towards him, he shrugs it off and tells her that you grew up without a brother so you think its normal; thats a lie and he knows it.
satoru is the reason why, you act like this now. he is just as twisted as you are. he won’t admit it because well, he doesn’t care too.
how is it his fault that his sweet little sister relies on him for love? something she should be finding in a romantic lover, not him. he tried, he really did. but fuck, how could he not corrupt you, especially when you would look at him with those sweet puppy dog eyes.
fast forward to 2 months later after the conversation with his girlfriend, he should feel guilty about how he lied to his partner, but he doesn’t not when he has you drooling on his cock like this; spit smeared all over your pretty little face, your eyes are wide and glossed over and hair all over the place.
the sight before him is enough evidence for satan himself to sentence satoru too hell. he shouldn’t be in your room let alone seated on your baby pink bed sheet fucking your throat like this. no, not at all.
“fuck me, you are one dirty little girl.” he groans out as he taps the tip of his dick on your cheek. you say nothing, pulling at his leg signaling him to hurry up.
he lets out a laugh, “such a greedy little thing.” he picks you up off the floor and seats you on his lap, his cock slotted in between your folds; your hands fall against his shoulders, gripping his tshirt. “toru , p-please”
“be patient puppy, can you do that for me?” he asks, you nod your head in agreement. he positions his self perfectly against your slit, he begins rocking your hips back and forth so that the head of his cock catches your clit. you try to silence your cries, but you can’t not when it feels this good.
“oh my-my god.” you fall forward, chest pressed up against his panting in his ear. “yeah? it feels good, doesn’t it?” his hand comes down leaving a harsh smack against your ass.
you say nothing, arms wrapped tightly around your brothers shoulders with your eyes shut tight, trying to focus on your release. “gonna, m’ gonna cum toru” just as you tell him, he is slowing down your hips and pulling away “th-that is’nt fair” you whine, you try grinding against him again but he has a iron grip on your hips making you unable to move.
“play nice doll, i will give you what you want. i promise” he has a whicked grin plastered on his face, he tlits his head and brushes a strand of hair behind your shoulder, leaning down and sucking a big deep red hickey on your shoulder blade, you gasp as he is pulling away “but you have to let me stick the tip in.”
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rosekasa · 4 months
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i think what i adore about ladynoir beyond high school age (18 and over) is the opportunity it leaves for some of the most DELICIOUS best friends to lovers scenarios. because, like, two people who've been fighting side by side for years? who've known each other long enough to make jokes about it, haha remember when we were fourteen and you-- we AGREED to never speak of it!!!! who've spent so long learning each other inside out, even, in chat noir's case, getting over feelings, that the idea of anything romantic between them is so far off the radar that they don't feel the need for certain boundaries, because why would it matter if they made jokes about how attractive they find each other, about getting married, about how they could totally mess with the rest of the miracle team by pretending they're hooking up because it's so far out of the realm of possibility.
but then there would be that imperceptible shift. the moment where one of them makes a joke and it feels just a bit more loaded than it should. gazes lingering where they never lingered and playful smiles turning curious. the sudden awareness that, while maybe they were cuddling on a rooftop with their best friend, they were also wrapped up in the arms of someone they trust with their lives, and is extremely attractive, and, wait, if the only reason it was platonic before was because there were no feelings, what does THIS mean?
THE TENSION. THE PINING. THE INHERENT MESS OF BEING IN YOUR TWENTIES. PLEASEEEE
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luckyjorabbit · 9 months
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Hank hill and dale gribble comic 👍
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luvit · 2 months
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can't stop thinkin' abt simon letting you rub eyeblack on him as he prepares for the day :(
he trusts you to do it for him, prefers it even. gently closes his eyes as you pass your fingers over his cheekbones, trace the long bridge of his nose, massage in between his brows and temples. he looks so relaxed like this. even as you're turning him into the ghost, he can't but feel like your simon more than ever. practically leans into your touch and you have to lightly push his head straight because "si, you're making this difficult. stay still."
but with you cradling his cheek, he grabs your hand to prevent you from pulling away. needs to keep it there for just a little longer. he doesn't care that now there's little streaks of black by his ear now. instead, he nuzzles into your hand and kisses your palm. long lashes fluttering up at you as he smiles so tenderly. a lovestruck look in his eyes as his thumb rubs over your knuckles.
he sighs happily at you and says, "i adore you, you know that?"
you just smile and kiss his cheek, not caring that there's a little lip print smudged in the makeup you've just applied to him. in fact, he won't let you fix it. will wear it happily as it barely peeks out from under the eye cutouts of his balaclava. just so he can carry around a little piece of you with him throughout the day.
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ivysoul · 9 months
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perv!simon has taken over my brain thank u.
simon riley who’s maybe a bit too friendly with you—his neighbour. always finding an excuse to touch you, whether it be his fingers gently brushing against your cheek as he claimed to have seen a stray eyelash sitting there, or putting his hands on your waist to manoeuvre you to the side to let him pass. he always found some way to be touching you, and you, poor naive you, never took notice to why he would. you always just assumed he was friendly with you because you two were friends.
simon riley who snuck into your bedroom when he was over at your house. you had invited him over on a hot summer day to swim in your pool, figuring he might like to cool off. with the excuse of needing to use the bathroom, he left you in the backyard to float on your floaty in the pool as he ventured to your room, his eyes almost immediately landing on your laundry hamper in the corner. he let his thoughts race for a moment as he toyed with the idea in his mind.
simon riley who took one glance out the window at your relaxed body on the floaty, splayed out with sunglasses over your eyes, the purple bikini you wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. he felt his cock twitch in his swimming shorts. without much hesitation, he moved towards your laundry hamper and dug through. it didn’t take him long to find a pair of your thongs.
simon riley who knew he was a dirty little perv for pumping his cock slow and languid in your bathroom, your pretty panties in the hand wrapped around his cock and his swimming shorts around his ankles. he smoothed his thumb over his slit, letting out a shallow breath from the action. he moaned loud and threw his head back when he used his other hand to cup his heavy balls. he wished so badly he could fill you, both with his cock and his cum. he wanted to pump you full and watch you swell with his child. he wanted to stuff your throat with his cock and have you drool and gargle around the thickness. he wanted to claim you as his and ruin you for anyone else.
simon riley who came hard when he heard you call out for him from downstairs. his groans filling the space of the bathroom as he shot hot spurts of cum on his thighs and on your panties. his chest heaved and his eyes were shut tight, abs hurting slightly from tensing so hard during his orgasm. he didn’t hear the taps on the stairs, and he didn’t hear them get closer and closer to the bathroom door. but when your voice spoke from the other side of the door, he knew something was seriously wrong with him when his cock started getting hard again.
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vorpalfae · 6 months
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