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there’s a very specific aesthetic i’m going for on this blog and it’s called cool things i like

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Golden hour version

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you are a disgusting little whore for objectifying and sexualising hardworking athletic men like you do, go to hell

daily affirmations

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Pre-rendered comp for you Tumblr friends cuz I like it here :)

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Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

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if you’re not into some dumb embarrassing shit you’re not living your truth

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sukuna stans when gege calls our babygirl our princess our pookie… a ✨fairy✨

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yuuji and sukuna still being stuck together, but yuuji uses sukuna like he’s his personal alexa. “sukuna, what time does our mission start tomorrow?” “sukuna, are we in the right location?” “sukuna, tell me what was on the grocery list again?” “sukuna, is it possible to trim my nails with your curse technique?” 

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like this post if u are cringe and free

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Pssht-pssht-ing the Sukunafuckers 👀

When I write Yuuji with the belly mouth (as an inherited feature from Sukuna), it usually involves gratuitous rimming, sloppy blowjobs, and even tongue–throat action.

In contrast, when I write Sukuna with the belly mouth...

Yuuji slides his hand deeper into the mouth on Sukuna’s stomach. It’s big enough that his hand fits with room to spare.

Under his palm, Sukuna’s tongue is a wet, velvet stretch, and it flexes at the touch, growing wetter and maybe also hotter, but there’s no other reaction as Yuuji strokes the length of it, and it’s pure curiosity that has him reaching deeper, trying to find where and how this mouth that shouldn’t exist ends, and instead of anything like a throat, he finds a wall of thick, pulsating flesh as hot as the steaming insides of a gut.

There’s a hollow dip there, between the tongue and the wall. Still not a throat—it’s too flat, too narrow.

Yuuji sticks all four fingers into it.

Sukuna makes a noise against his mouth.

“Huh,” Yuuji says, settling back on his heels to actually look at what he’s doing. He can’t see much at this angle, but maybe if he bends down… “Does that feel good?”

Sukuna says nothing for a very loud moment.

Then— “I should bite your arm off.”

“Kinda surprised you haven’t already,” Yuuji admits.

He backs off a bit, only keeping the arm inside Sukuna in place. Half of his forearm is inside, but the sheer size of the mouth means there’s enough room for him to stick the other arm in too.

He doesn’t, yet.

Instead, he tries to see inside better, but no matter the angle, all he can see is fleshy pink vanishing into some shadowed depths. He can feel what he can’t see, and it’s just more flesh, shaped just like a mouth until it isn’t. He digs his hand a little deeper into that tight dip, only to find it a lot shallower than expected. It can’t even take the full length of his fingers, and when Yuuji wriggles them around, trying to get a feel for the little channel, he quickly learns that there’s not much yield to the flesh there.

From above, there are loud, panting breaths.

And it’s not clear whether it’s pleasure or distress, but he’s pretty sure his arm wouldn’t still be whole if it was distress.

“You do like this,” Yuuji decides.

All four of Sukuna’s arms slam into his body—open-palmed strikes that bloom hot on Yuuji’s hips and shoulders. They squeeze like they’re trying to crush him into a meaty cylinder, but the end result is just a bit of too-rough pressure. Sukuna could do worse. Hell, there are easier ways he could crush Yuuji into pulp.

Yuuji drags his eyes away from that obscenely big mouth, looking up at Sukuna’s face. He finds half-closed eyes and an open mouth, lashes and lips both trembling every time Sukuna breathes.

Sukuna catches him looking and snarls. “Wipe that look off your face.”

Yuuji doesn’t have a clue what expression he’s wearing.

“What’s this feel like?” he asks, rubbing his fingers against the tight channel it’s buried in. It’s slick and scorching, but that’s where the familiarity ends. No other part Yuuji’s stuck his fingers into has felt like this. “How does any of this work?”

“Brat,” Sukuna grits out, “shut up.”

Yuuji sighs. His own fault for expecting Sukuna to be helpful.

He drops to his knees and sticks his other hand into the belly mouth.

And Sukuna let him go—or at least didn’t try all that hard to keep Yuuji in place—but now those hands return, one pair clamping down on Yuuji’s shoulders and the other fisting in his hair. That’s way more hands than anyone needs—too many to hurt with, but also too many to hurt.

Yuuji rolls his shoulders irritably, hissing when Sukuna tightens his grip everywhere. The fingers digging into his shoulders are easy to ignore, but the pull on his scalp is a piercing ache that pulsates in a grating way.

“Calm down, I’m just looking,” Yuuji says. “Not that I can see shit in here. How deep is this thing? Your stomach isn’t that big.”

“Stick your head in,” Sukuna offers, his sneer audible under a paper-thin layer of earnestness. “Make it easy for me.”

Yuuji rolls his eyes and does not stick his head into the cannibal bastard’s belly mouth.

He keeps his arms inside, rooting around. That shallow crevice at the back spans the breadth of the tongue it’s joined to, which means there’s enough space for Yuuji to stick the rest of his fingers inside too. Tight, fleshy resistance greets him.

Sukuna groans.

Yuuji can’t not look up at him, and the hands in his hair tighten like they want to stop him, but they don’t and Yuuji stares straight up at the heavy flush staining Sukuna’s cheeks.

He doesn’t look away as he digs his fingers into that straining flesh, fingers-first.

Sukuna’s eyes roll back, an expression that’s humanlike on only half of them, and they snap back to place the next instant, their red practically glowing with a promise of violence. Yuuji’s never once found this bastard intimidating, but even if he had, he wouldn’t now, not when that glare and the snarl under it are both swallowed by a bright, burning blush.

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it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

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Happy Valentine's Day, @frootloopsl :3