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bout to show shibuya a real incident

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Levi helping to take the gears off of you after every expedition cause he knows you're dead tired and you can't tell me those ODM shit isn't a bitch to take off.

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Once again, Satoru as Ghostface 🔪

More on X ➡️✨ Spicy here!

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Sukuna never makes love, he fucks. except for you, maybe.

he can’t fully wrap his head around the concept you so sweetly paint for him, sex, making love, is all the same.

until he understands it’s not, and that little detail, slow pace and perhaps a few gentle touches make a huge difference. and it catches you so off guard when he actually does.

Sukuna is a bit grumpy even, not fully staring into your eyes, perhaps embarrassed of his eyes giving away how you got him wrapped around your finger, all while his cock sinks so damn slow inside you, and his hips move, grind and thrust in an uncharacteristically slow way. hands that normally would have been squeezing your ass or hips, are now on your thighs, soft, caressing, and the way he’s holding back very much visible through the bulging veins.

he’s just utterly and madly in love, leaning to plant a sloppy —that tries to be sweet— kiss as soon as you’re about to question him. he loves you, but please don’t tease him that much.

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And again

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humanity's baddest bitch

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I need something to read something about this. Booktok! x Biker! Sukuna

SUKUNA RYOMEN

biker sukuna

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I need a whole fic of this now 😭

Biker!Sukuna whose blacked out Yamaha YZF-R1 you hear from a mile away, sputtering and grunting with nothing but 1000cc of raw power down the highway. The empty night air only echoing the sound back at him which gives the man the most wicked grin under the mask.

Biker!Sukuna who can't shake the feeling of somebody watching him and finally gives his head a little tilt to find your eyes tracing the dark ink running across his exposed arms. Your mouth was even dropped open a little in awe.

Biker!Sukuna who looks around before gliding over to the passenger’s side of your best friend’s car, pressing his ginormous, gloved hand to the window to tease you a little. He chuckles when you press your much smaller hand against the glass where his rests.  

You, eyeing the thick, muscular thighs of Biker!Sukuna, straddling the beast of a vehicle, pelvis pressed into his seat as he leaned forward slightly and strayed from your window. 

Biker!Sukuna who cockily blows you a kiss, bracing himself as he jerks the throttle and speeds off his exit, his bike roaring and coughing flames.

You can barely focus on your book on the way home, plagued by the thoughts of him. And pissed Biker!Sukuna cuts his workout short because everytime he shuts his eyes to push through the end of a set, he sees the face of the pretty girl from the highway. How pathetic.

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My dyslexia ignored the "in the fking face" part and I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask for your therapist number or volunteer tbh.

Pd, i love your art 💜

my therapist gave me the green light to slap cunts in the fking face after i told him this is me needing to take action and ill bear the consequences so im taking this hour to compose myself and then its blood for blood

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AAAHHH

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Kagero

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had a tough month, excuse the self-indulgent piece, im trying to get back to my old life and re-learning to draw

more on x, links in pinned

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Everytime I type King of curses my autocomplete suggest King of curry, and I find it hilarious every time.

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Her body was electric, her soul filled with ecstasy.

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This. He may be a dick with everyone else but his darling is his darling... ❤️

I'm sorry, but I genuinely view 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 as a gentle lover.

The fact that this man likes to write poems says as much. Lord, instead of calling you a brat he'd call you such sweet names. "Dove.", " My wife.", "My beloved.", "My angel."

Auugh mhmhmfm. . . Someone please write soft and gentle Heian!Era Sukuna Fics . .

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You're late

ft. nanami cw. none note. this has been in my drafs for some time. Just some fluff with papamin.

‘I’ll finish this and go home soon.’ 

That’s what he promised her on the phone.

Nanami looked around him. The office was silent. The only light in the room came from the lamp on his desk, illuminating the empty chairs surrounding him. 

He checked his watch.

[00:12]

With a sigh, he leaned back in the chair and rubbed his eyes with both hands.

“Goddammit… ” He cursed as a wave of guilt washed over him. 

It was Friday, and Nanami had promised her they’d have a movie night.

She constantly complained about him being consumed by work, leaving no opportunity for them to spend time together. 

This same reason caused numerous arguments in their relationship over the years.

He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and headed to the door.

The jingling of keys and the closing door startled her awake. With half-closed eyes, she slowly lifted herself to peer over the couch towards the entrance. 

His eyes met hers.

“Honey...” He whispered when he realized she was awake, cautiously approaching the couch.

She looked at the clock on the wall.

[00:45]

She sighed.

“Love… it’s late. You know I don’t like you driving at these hours. You look exhausted…” she remarked, her voice cranky as she looked back at her husband circling the couch to reach her.

Sinking on the couch beside her, he pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her sleepy figure and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. His nostrils filled with the comforting smell of home, melting away his tension.

“I know, darling, I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?” He whispered, tracing soft patterns on her thigh.

Looking up, her gaze met his eyes. Her drowsy expression answered.

“Mad at me, are you?” He asked, concerned.

“A bit…” Shaking her head slightly, she replied, fidgeting with his necktie.

“I’m sorry, honey-”. 

“It’s ok, Love… I know you’re trying.” She said, unable to become angry with him. A weak smile appeared adorning her lips. “But you broke your `on-time` streak…” 

He stared at her with sweet eyes for a moment before planting a brief kiss on her lips. Her smile widened as she cupped his cheek.

“You’ll have to make it up for me though… No kisses will save you.” 

Closing his eyes, he groaned and dropped his head backwards onto the sofa, attempting to come up with something to appease his wife.

“I’ll make you waffles for breakfast. How does that sound?” He said, not opening his eyes.

After watching him for a moment, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes and savoring his warmth.

“That’ll do.”

They remained there with their eyes closed. His right hand still traced meaningless patterns on the skin of her thigh, while his left hand delicately brushed her hair.

Lost in thought, his mind soon drifted to that pile of paperwork still to do and that meeting next week. He sighed, his mind spiraling with work and due dates.

Something took him back to the present.

A soft snore.

He opened his eyes to look at her asleep in his arms.

“Come on, honey… ” He said as he picked her up and started making his way to the bedroom.