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[swap-mizuki]

Mizuki, right..? I think I've heard some people at kamiyama talk about you before..

@shiho-hinomori-official

//YAYAYAY I DID IT!!! Also sbibo transferred to kamiyama cause I say so >:(

Hm? Really?

They're seriously still talking about me...?

[mechahero]

what are you the god of?

things reluctantly left in childhood

confession: i used to love chewing on play doh. further confession: i miss chewing on play doh. Finger painting, scheduled naps, playing make believe, running rather than walking. When was the last time you jumped? danger without the fear of consequences, joy without the fear of judgement. it's not about missing being a child, its about missing the freedom and potential. you are those feelings inside all of us, do you act or do you reminisce?

tagged by: swiped this from @outofthiisworld tagging: you lol

[dingdongdoodilydoodilydoo]

HEY PICKL WOULD YOU PLAY PONY TOWN WITH TOKI SOMETIMES. ITS A GAME ABT PONIES INSPIRED OFF OF MY LITTLE PONY ANDDDD MAYBE U CAN HANG OUT W FRIENDS AND/OR FANS? EVIL SMILES... ~🐉

what....? why would i do that....sounds stupid

....yeah, sure, whatever....cant be that bad....hopefully

[ouroborosreilig]

dental hygiene fluid

[thelostmoongazer]

i did these sometime back in November of last year and forgot i never ended up posting these we still like Showtime right?

[gravitycoill]

lil comic i’ve had in my head for a bit

[tibby-art]

broke: scar leaves his tie undone for hot guy purposes woke: scar can't tie a tie and only pretends it's undone for hot guy purposes

[vintelly]

just finished the owl house for the first time. can you guess who my favs are

[itsdefinitely]

i've noticed a pattern

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

He would not go there.

[rystiel]

[skmr24]

"Musicology here introducing Trentacool! This is a new side project for the super-talented Marina Ida from Off the Hook. Working with the mysterious DJ Sango, an indie track producer who's gained popularity online, their experimental sounds and techniques are 30x COOLER together!"

[pastelicide]

The girls.. missed them sm

[soosdraws]

obi-wan kenobi

[shotmrmiller]

military issued wife but you didn't know that using the "dating app" your friend brought up once in idle talk would end with you in an office with a (signed) marriage license on the desk, actively not looking at your 'husband', the burly lummox with a skull mask who's dwarfing the chair he can barely fit in.

you'd thought it'd be like tinder. a potential dating site. as in messaging on the app, getting to know each other, exchanging personal numbers before going on a date. not marriage. not opening your front door expecting it to be your door dasher and instead it's him with a rucksack in one hand and duffel in the other.

he'd looked down his thick nose at you, grunted a quiet, "not bad", and pushed past as if you were a swinging door to a saloon. what the fuck had he been doing there? you'd only spoken a couple of times with him and left on read for the some of it. you'd chosen to move on, try to match with someone else but the app had stopped working (you couldn't swipe right or left anymore) so you'd just put it on the back burner. you had better things to worry about than another disappointment of a man then.

except now said disappointment of a overly large man is taking up most of the couch and his legs aren't even all that far apart. and he's at your house. the house you'd never sent him the address to. as a matter of fact, you'd received a text from an unknown number earlier that had said someone would be home in a few. you'd ignored it thinking it was a wrong number situation but now you're sure it was him. how he got your phone number is also a mystery.

you'd tried to argue. to threaten him with the cops. to get him out and away, far fucking away, but he'd only scooped you up and let you pelt his broad back with your fists. chuckled low in his throat while he smacked your arse to keep still. "i'd hate to drop m'wife."

whatever fight you had he ate right out of you with the heels of your feet digging into the large curve of his shoulders and his hands curled around the back of your thighs. maybe it's because it'd been a while but he'd played your body like an instrument and had you bucking your hips against his tongue, slick coating his face in minutes. (your cheeks burn furiously hot when you think back on what he'd said then. "tight little thing 'nd you've only taken my two fingers." it's flattering, sue you.)

he'd lapped at your sodden cunt until you had overstimulation clumping your lashes together, inner thighs tender from the bristles of his shorn hair and unshaven jaw, your palm on the crown of his head having both pulled him to you and pushed him away.

and then he'd wiped your release with the back of his hand, thumbed the swollen flesh of your bottom lip and rumbled that it's time for bed.

which eventually led to you being here. in front of a man he calls Price, a marriage certificate unlike any you've ever glanced upon, a large gloved hand curled snugly around your leg, fingers grazing a little too close to where he'd left aching and swollen just yesterday.

you're reading the terms and conditions of anything from here on forward. even the fine print.

and then soap comes around and plants a seed in his head of him planting a seed in you :/ at least you can tell your nosy ass aunt that at least you've got a man while she's on her 4th divorce on thanksgiving 💅🏼