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If this guy is a dog hater, allow me to punt him into the sun.
(Also I love this blog. From one traumatized mobility aid user to another, Leonardo, you're killing it.)
Ppppffffttt
I give full permission to 'punt' him if he's an ass.
Though, you might have to wait till after the fam is done with him, lol.
And thank you! That's very sweet of you. I hope you're having a very pleasant day/night!
#i really hope hes not an ass#though.... he did have a fine ass...#sorry TMI#but it is true.....#future leo rp#wrw leon rp#wrw rp#rp response#rp#who rescued who#who rescued who au#who rescued who shardkn1ght#who rescued who honey#who rescued who leonardo#wrw leo#wrw leon responds#wrw#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#rise leo#rottmnt leo
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don't be mad someone was smarter than you, seppy. <333 picking at their misnomer of the glitter was CLEARLY deflection.
or do you secretly like the glitter, huh? i bet you do.
is it because it's from waaaybaaackkk?

First of all, no, you are not smarter than me, otherwise you wouldn’t have mistaken the glitter for confetti. “Clearly” is also quite the reach, I could not possibly infer your thought process there—it was not “clearly” anything, certainly not a deflection, it was a simple correction of your mistake. Which is not something that needs to be blown way out of proportion, though I’m sure accepting criticism is an incomprehensible task when you are too busy speculating on things you have no knowledge of.
Second of all—regarding blowing things out of proportion—no, I do not like the glitter, and I do not want to keep it either. In what possible scenario would I want to keep it? Where in the world did you get that from? It’s bothersome, it’s a mass of infinitesimal sensations that just serves as a distraction—so far the only favorable thing about it has been getting rid of it. Why would I like it? And what signficance does the fact of it being sent from Wayback have? He sent it to all of us. Do you think it was just me? No. Do you think I would go about my actions differently if it was sent from anyone else? No. Is the implication that there is some kind of underlying—that it—
Once again, you seem to be reaching baseless conclusions that are rooted in nothing but your own presumptions. It’s guesswork. Are you that keen on misinterpreting what I do and how I act just to fit it into your idea of what you think is happening? Because I assure you, what you think is happening is not happening. You are not smart.
#scientists have discovered the first normal and well adjusted iterator. unfortunately it’s not this guy#needless separation is here#‘its not what you think’ sounding ass#completely unrelated and irrelevant but i wonder if he had to make that argument a lot#i wonder how often he had to prove that something didn’t matter to him even though it did#i wonder if he’s so good at rationalizing liking something without also acknowledging it at all because of….. uhh… hmm#nah it’s fine#👍
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Why did they give AOS Spock such a bad haircut ?? Where's the pointy fringe? Why is it round?
#before I got properly into Star Trek all I'd watched were the AOS movies#which at the time I thought were fine and good#and I still generally hold that opinion story wise#but now that I've actuall watched TOS and other treks#I am not massive on the casting and costume decisions#Benedict cumberbatch as Khan I do not like. why did they give him a turtleneck??? he looks so lame#and they didn't even do anything interesting with his hair or makeup or whatever#it's straight up just ol Benny in a black turtleneck and normal ass pants#Og Khan's costume was way cooler. but whatever#anyway I don't think AOS Spock looks like Spock. stupid fringe and no eyeshadow???#and Chris pine or whoever plays Kirk (I forget) is kind of completely incorrect and also not right personality wise#but that's being nitpicky I suppose#they aren't bad movies#they're fine to exist on their own#but I do think casting could have been a little better#Simon Pegg as Scotty was perfect though#I love you Simon Pegg#ferry yaps#star trek#Star trek AOS#Star Trek tos
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I'm gonna have to wait out a few weeks to be able to complain about jjk's ending bc rn half the ppl are bashing everyone who expected more as ppl who just wanted gojo back
#jjk 271#like no I can read I understood that gojo was gone for good from 236 bUT we can still talk about#how a grown ass man and his grown ass friends deciding how they were at 16 was their perfect forms.#before they made all the important life changing decisions. is a regression right#like can we talk about how the narrative just glosses over geto's whole entire life after hs WHERE HE WAS A GENOCIDAL MANIAC#and pretends like no one would even side eye him about that???#that's fucking regression#you're scaling his character back bc you don't want to address the root reasonwhy he went that route#and it's perfectly fine when an author doesn't want to get too political in their work it's their right I get it#but it does make me upset where the whole entire story up until here the author has been beating us over the head with leftist messaging-#- only to throw it away and settle for a 'oh I didn't mean ACTUAL revolution or changes that would rock the boat for REAL'#bc let's face it. the conditions that made people like geto and sukuna happen are still fucking there they just skipped this generation#these kids are still going to be sent out when a special grade curse shows up and some of them are still gonna die tragically early#to put yuuji as the leader of gojo's dream is isolating and a burden on JUST YUUJI (WHY WERE THE OTHER STUDENTS NOT THERE)#to make yuuji the sole messenger of gojo's will is frankly WEIRD gojo wanted these kids to look out for one another#he had nothing to say to anyone else???#yuuji's been accidentally burdened with the weight of gojo's dream now ON HIS OWN#HE IS A KID#literally nothing's changed at the end#also see how I didn't talk about gojo on his own here bc the problems are so glaring that they shine through even side characters#WHY IS NANAMI A KID IN THE AIRPORT IS THAT THE VERSION OF HIMSELF HE WAS CONTENT WITH???#or did they all have to be aged down to match haibara even though making the choice to show the ones that lived as grown would've made it-#-more impactful#A twenty seven yr old nanami sitting next to the fifteen yr old haibara would've been soul crushing right?#also why have nanami be the only one that talks like he remembers his adulthood BUT NOT GETO#WHY TAKE AWAY SUCH A HUGE PART OF GETO#YOU COULD'VE HAD THAT BE A CONVERSATION AND HAVE PEOPLE FORGIVE HIM#the more I think about the ending the more things I find to nitpick further back too#gege I love you but please I hope you negotiate a more flexible time in your next contract I hope they don't burn you out again#bc jjk is going to be an ending which I will frankly ignore and just go with 'sukuna won and it was terrible' in my head instead
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Me, six-ish hours ago: Yeah, I had the idea for an Avatar Suiren AU pretty much as long as Suiren herself existed, but idk if I'm ever gonna develop it, it's really hard to upkeep interest for it on my own...
Me, as soon as the concept of Suiren and Vaatu bullying Raava together popped into my head while I was typing out that long ass post: Fuck it, new strain of brain fungus acquired–

(Also yeah traditional art being posted for the first time since... 2020, probably. Don't have the spoons to transfer this to digital rn, maybe I will at some point and I'll do a fuckass Spirit World background or smth. We'll see)
First time drawing Vaatu so don't make fun of me, but honestly he's such a funky little guy and rather fun to draw. You just get that main shape down and then go nuts with the frills :) But also, credit where credit is due, scrolling through the Vaatu tag on @shadelorde’s blog really helped, so thank you for that 😊 And I really had no idea what to do with Suiren’s design here, I think I’ve used up all my character design juices on the nine previous iterations of her that exist, so for now she’s in a random dress with her hair down. I’ll probably alter it if I ever do a proper design for her in this verse
#my art#artists on tumblr#the legend of korra#original character#sotrl suiren#vaatu#avatar suiren au#I spent so long typing out tags for this post and tumblr fucking deleted them…#I’m going to go bite into a wall istg#I don’t have the energy to rewrite all of them so… quick summary#this takes place immediately after Suiren frees Vaatu during harmonic convergence#he briefly went all big and then shrunk so he could get a better look at her#while all this is going on Raava is screaming very loudly inside Suiren#Suiren is beyond caring. either Raava shuts up or she gets out. no other option#the avatar becomes balanced by fusing with Vaatu too or the avatar ceases to exist and suiren gets to live a normal life#spoiler alert: Raava does shut up but not for long#Suiren begins regretting her life decisions as soon as the two start arguing inside her#I’m pretty much stealing all the lore Kat came up with in bonded and adumbration lmao. hi Kat#oh also like 10 minutes before this Suiren killed Unalaq#his spiritfucker ass wouldn’t let her get to Vaatu that easily. but let’s be real he stood no chance against her#it’s fine though no one liked him anyway#honestly she did everyone a huge favour#anyway. yes Vaatu does have a tendril wrapped around her shoulders. bc it’s cute okay#damn Suiren how come Nia lets you be the weird lesbian daughter to TWO evil dads??#(yes I’m aware neither Vaatu nor Ghazan are evil. I’m trying to joke here but it’s almost 10 a.m and I can���t think anymore#simply everything is hilarious now)#what else did this used to say…#oh right. nia stop making LoK antagonists obsessed with your OC challenge#the Red Lotus are her parents. Kuvira is in love with her. now she’s being all buddy buddy with Vaatu#only one that’s missing is Amon bc I genuinely do not care for him lmao
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fear and love lethal combo. literally crying and throwing up. like sitting in the bathroom shaking terrified etc etc erc
#love because i asked my boyfriend if he would be able to watch my brother and his friends while i was at work bc my brother is a little#douche and is lying to everybody and everything regarding his stupid hangout and i have to cover his ass#but my boyfriend is so so sweet and is helping#but also completely and utterly terrified because what if he actually secretly hates it and now me and he’s super pissed and everything#collapses and crumbles and them my mom finds out and everythtong explodes and dies#should i just kill myself. possibly. but i shant in case it’s fine#paralyzing fear of pissing him off even though he has literally never yelled or been angry ever. Ever .#literally the perfect man. and yet#maybe the ptsd is still in there a little bc if i did this with my dad i think i would have been beaten and kicked out#dear diary
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Xenoblade 1 is the best game like ever fucking made and it has two of the most dogshit sequels ever fucking made
#meows#remembering just how insulted I felt in 2017 when I preordered the sequel and really really tried to like it#I hadn’t experienced Game I Don’t Like before 2 and it took me like 40 hours to realize I hated it#and that shit at the end is such an INSULT. such an insult#you’re telling me that [redacted] was actually only half of himself the whole time and that 1 and 2 are taking place at the same time???#and that oh actually [expunged] is one of three computers when the first game made no mention of any of that#y���all really went back to say your complete first game actually is only HaLf of the story? that someone like [expunged] is only a third of#the force that ended our planet#y’all went back and hollowed out your existing characters to make room for worse versions of the same characters#AND you play as a dork nerd child who ends the game with three gfs bc this is story#and the gfs do nothing but sacrifice themselves for you like three times and look pretty#but they don’t look pretty to like. normal well adjusted people#they look pretty to the I like questionable art of 17 year olds crowd#and the GALL. the GALL. of changing [expunged]s design in the switch port to try to stitch his afterthought purpose into the old game#while also making him just whiter and whiter until by 3 he’s like fucking light grey#and having him have a canon genderbend that’s just anime waif#who is also fucking white#and giving Klaus’ counterpart a name that has nothing to do with Gnosticism#even though so much other stuff in the first game comes from Gnosticism.#who the FUCK is Galea!!!! her name is fucking Sophia#killing biting maiming#and the gacha system? with bad odds for no reason in a game you’ve already paid for#it’s so fucking messy#it lacks a unified art direction#it’s soulless and even a game like 3 where only HALF of it is 2 flavored can’t beat the original because of the portion of 2 in it#and like what. is it like the two universes reunited after [redacted] died🙃#why did any of this need to exist! why did any of this have to be retconned#x is fine I don’t hate x and I don’t count it as a sequel to Xenoblade 1 bc there’s no#half assed tie back to 1 in x#2 and 3 would have been better as like. tales of games
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yk I felt really bad about this whole thing at first but looking back I think maybe I dodged a bullet
#its not about me being mean anynore its actually about me repeatedly expressing discomfort and him not listening to me#and then me having to deal with 500 'im so sorry if i made you uncomfortable! im just the worst 😔' text messages#and like. i know i always said not to worry about it#but that doesnt mean keep doing it#yk#cause like id see him in school and hed hug me and shit which i fucking hated#and hed be like oh youre the best your so understanding ive never met anyone like you etc etc etc#and then the whole#'omg did me hugging you make you uncomfortable?? im so sorry omg!!'#post posting#yeah. realizing this is actually the only way i couldve gone about this#qnd the worst part is one of my best friends told me that a lot of her friends dont like him etc etc#and obviously i asked why cause a lot of people dont like me and im not gonna judge people based on random ass rumors#and she wouldnt tell me until i was already in to deep#like if she had just told me from the beginning i wouldnt be in this mess 😭#its all good though#im p sure he hates me but im genuinely fine with that
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"Meta Kniiiiight!!!" Kirby whined, batting at the older puffball with his fists as he leaned against him. "Just let me wiiiiiiiin!"
Meta Knight raised an eyebrow, unbothered by the other's 'attacks'. "And allow you to split yet another one of my masks in half?" He chuckled. "I'm afraid not, Kirby."
The swordsman had already learned that lesson twice by now, after going a little easier on his student and paying the price for it. At this point, with his stash of spare masks dwindling in order to truly challenge Kirby's abilities, he had no intentions of going anything less than all-out.
"You will not get any stronger if you only ever fight against weak foes."
"But it's haaaaard!" Kirby pouted, sinking to the floor. Though he may have been Dream Land's hero and had saved both it and the wider universe on several occasions, Kirby was still a child, and clearly, not one who appreciated losing several times over. "This dumb samurai stuff is different from our usual training!! I can fight really good when it's a normal battle. But this is just waiting... And waiting... And more waiting..." He yawned. Even just talking about all the waiting he had to do was making him tired. "And then when I can actually fight without getting in trouble, I've gotta be really really fast, because I lose if you hit me even once! I don't like it."
"What if you someday face a foe capable of defeating you in one blow?" Given the exceedingly powerful threats Kirby had faced in recent times, such an opponent was not entirely out of the question. So, it was important that, as his mentor, Meta Knight prepared him for the situation before it could arise. "It may be more wise to dodge rather than strike first in such a scenario, that is true, but the point of this exercise is to train your reaction time. Being able to react quickly and intelligently to anything your opponent may throw at you in the heat of battle is a vital skill to learn."
Kirby merely grumbled in response, absentmindedly wondering if there was any copy ability he could use to melt further into the ground. Maybe Meta Knight's lecture made just a teensy tiny little bit of sense, but it didn't make him any less frustrated by the new training regimen.
Meta Knight sighed at the young puff's antics, and produced the Maxim Tomato he had kept safely tucked within his cape. They had been training for a while now, he supposed, and it was good to have small rests every now and then between sessions. ...Even if that was something he himself was notoriously bad at incorporating into his own training. Luckily for the swordsman, Kirby immediately perked up upon seeing his favourite food.
"You will get better with practice, I am sure." Meta Knight said. "You are already quite skilled at spooking Dedede with that party popper, I must say." Handing Kirby the tomato, he added, "Take a break for now, however, and let me know when you are prepared to resume our training."
"Mm-hm! Thank you, Meta Knight!" Kirby gleefully responded, his sour mood forgotten as he held the precious Maxim Tomato in his hands. Good food made everything better! The new type of training was still dumb, in his opinion, and it was gonna be hard to beat Meta Knight with all those extra rules in place, but thanks to his snack, he had a feeling that he could do it!!
...Meanwhile, in the distance and out of sight of the unsuspecting duo, Magolor snickered to himself as he prepared his legion of mini Scarcutter attacks. It was wonderful to see his friends enjoying the theme park he created, and while he did have some Park Manager work to attend to... Well, who's to say he couldn't have his own fun in Merry Magoland's attractions?
#(it's me i'm kirby ASGSGFDGSH)#he gets to be a grumpy baby today lmao#not a comic or an ask#meta knight#kirby#kirby (character)#ic writing#magolor#i've been playing the rtdl remake today!#i've meant to get it for a while#but only went ahead and bought it recently so that i could play through the regular mode with my little cousin#and then later i can go through hard mode and the epilogue and the arenas and all that side stuff on my own#but he was doing stuff with his mother today so while he was gone i did most of the merry magoland missions#and well. samurai kirby >:(#the first two levels were fine! but that last one. ughhhh#my reaction time is Not Good so magolor and meta knight kept kicking my ass#i did eventually win after a lot of tries and completed all those missions thankfully!#but i *was* starting to wonder if meta knight would even be possible for me at that difficulty fgsgsdgf#though also the animation for when you lose to magolor IS really funny. fucker just crushing kirbs with a mini lor lmao#anyway. i didn't really have the time or motivation to draw anything about it so i wrote this little thing instead#sorry for the lack of activity again lately by the way! ...though it will probably continue for at least a little longer#i have at least two art projects i'd like to finish first before i go back to working on that ask i shared a panel of a while ago
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just went through the main azula tags i have to write more wtr the economy is in fucking shambles
#insert eggman WHAT ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING TALKING ABOUT#it's fine that people can be wrong. also though i may have to kill something.#YOU DON'T KNOW HER LIKE I KNOW HER#zuko too actually but he has enough people clamoring to understand his annoying ass#love him so bad.#however#if i see another zuko centric work where everyone else but especially women are written badly for his plot development#i am going to have to metaphorically heft my nail studded baseball bat#gonna literally do that too actually#writing fic isn't enough i need a weapon#ambivalentmarvel#a:tla#no actually i'm gonna add more tags bc now i'm mad#ppl are in my comments being like poor zuko and YEAH he is for sure suffering#but he did kill a 12 year old so the scale has to balance#HE'S FINEEEE IT'S FOR PLOT DEVELOPMENT#blah blah blah he's tormented by visions aren't we all#besides#we have not yet maxed out on waterboarding zuzu with guilt. give him time.#spoiler incoming for future chaps. don't look at the rest of the tags if you don't wanna see.#(insert image of azula standing under a piano dangling by a rope)#my little imperialists will fight tooth and fucking nail for their happy ending
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WHERE is that 'did you let me die in your arms in the timeloop' post it reminded me of something
#reboot its reboot its always reboot#specifically#god okay i want to ramble abt this but also spoilers and also idk if itll make any sense to anyone#eh fuck it#okay so theres one part where daves busted hal out of somewhere and theyre hauling ass out#and since hal was like. super important theyre being chased down by guards with guns and shit trying to shoot dave#(theres a precedent there. its fine hes a god hell (probably) be fine - hell he was last time right)#but - they miss#they hit hal instead#and damn near instantly dave can feel the tug of a loop that he needs to complete (because of course. of *course* he wouldnt let the#timeline stay like this. theres no fucking way he ever could)#but instead of going straight away he waits#and he stays with hal while he dies#even though this timeline isnt going to exist soon. even though none of this will have ever happened. even though he has to live with the#memory of hal literallly dying in his arms#because if he couldn't save him (even one version of him) then theres no fucking way hed *ever* let him die alone#'did you let me die in your arms in the timeloop' yeah and it fucked me up and youll never know it happened and ill never let you know#im. god#i miss writing#me.txt#reboot
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STILL HAVING SUCH A NORMAL ONE ABOUT THAT RGGJO BUT NO Y7JO GETTING REALLY GOOD AT HOUSEWORK I SEE THE VISION… I'm pickin' up what you're puttin' down…
Because I've always wondered how unprepared Jo would've been going into everything. On one hand, he did leave home really young, but since he was working and Ikumi wasn't, one could argue Ikumi would've been the one to handle the housework at least while they were together.
Inversely, I do kiiind of feel like Jo would've done at least Some Things when he could to ease the burden on Ikumi based on his attempt to comfort her at the station. I'm reading way too much into it but it's notable that, despite him definitely being a smoker and them hoping for a miscarriage, the ashtray in their apartment is spotless.
But we only really see his living situation when he's with Ikumi and don't get to see what--if anything--changes when he's on his own, when he has to do everything and not just Some Things. But with regard to food, if you're in survival mode like that, while it is more economical to make food at home, it would make sense that any quality of cooking would be passable. That's not going to fly with a kid who's lived in the lap of luxury his whole life.
So I've always had a lot of feelings about Jo Bettering Himself for Masato's sake (even when Masato isn't necessarily being reasonable) and his overblown neurosis at the prospect of falling short--the post you mentioned in your tags is Exactly It. But, you know, it's cheesy, but I firmly believe he could do whatever he set his mind to, if he can manage to learn Every Martial Art and become a glorified (and very competent) accountant after dropping out of high school.
Also uhhhhhhhh entire post reminded me of this (びら on Pixiv) that's it that's the ask
Ok I'm glad we both caught on to Jo's attempt to console Ikumi and the considerably-clean home. Evidently he was probably self-sufficient enough, but nothing extraordinary- just whatever passed as 'suitable' for them, so it's not as though he's going in totally clueless (but certainly not knowledgeable enough to match Masato's extremely-high standards. Bless Arakawa but he definitely spoiled him a little).
Even if it is a 'cheesy' sentiment, Jo very much has proven that so long as it's for Masato, he's willing to do anything and everything no matter how big (joining the yakuza) or small (probably like. learning how to make quiche)
#snap chats#I WANTED TO REPLY TO THIS LAST NIGHT BUT I GOT A BAD STOMACH BUG EW i'm fine now tho :]#ALSO very happy to see you liked the RGGJo i posted- i definitely hoped you would lkarejlvkej#anyway neglected kids usually pick up on how to do basic things for themselves- some dont obvi#but if jo's ready to lay asphalt on the road by 15 then he probably took like. five minutes to learn how to crack an egg for himself#my favorite Lonely Child's meal growing up was simple yakimeshi- def not a hard meal to make so i imagine he can do at least that#but i can just very clearly see in my brain jo just becoming appalled at his son's standards#cause i mean. on the one hand He's Definitely In Great Hands Now but on the other hand Oh God He Was In REAL Great Hands How The Fuck#ah... now i just really wanna do something with this whole topic it's one of my faves cause it amuses me so much#makes me think plenty.. im sure jo felt a great deal of inadequacy when he finally got to see the full of masato's new life#cause surely- in his eyes- he probably never would have been able to give him such a pleasant life how can he live up to this#just more reason to try harder and assimilate into properly that life right#a small unrelated aside tho now that we're talkin bout ikumi i wonder what she would've done if she did get masato back#i mean they really didnt have means to take care of him but still.. i wonder if she misses him#maybe /i/ care too much about ikumi verALKEJ#FINAL NOTE BACK ON TRACK THOUGH pixiv tells me ive seen this post before but i have no memory of it#but thats EXACTLY the vision and its so cute.. that's how it is in my heart#thanks for writin in and indulgin my goofy ass LMAO
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looking for an artist to commission when i just remembered i can buy $5 worth of snacks for my brother and he will draw me what i need
shit i could ask him to draw something and not offer shit and he'll do it even though he's evil(bc he loves me)
#i will be buying him dinner tomorrow night if my parents decide to make something that tastes like ass#we'll either be getting chinese or a chicken strip dinner#both sound so good rn😩#i also have been working on his hair for the past few weeks to dye it blue he's got a difficult natural color and hair texture though so#i bleached it once about a month ago and i bleached it again 2-3 nights ago and finally did the roots as well and it's Slightly orange still#i'll fix it tho. i know color theory it's fine#only time ive fucked up a hair color it was because of the dye itself#that shit was supposed to be green and it was teal!!#my hair was WHITE when i put it in#it also STAINED EVERYTHING FOR MONTHS‼️‼️‼️#fuck you guys that say manic panic is a good brand arctic fox has never betrayed me like that#and it smells like grapes‼️#oh yeah and the color theory thing i dyed that bitch's hair purple last year and i did it with green orange pink and mint green dyes#we didn't have any money for dye at the time and IMPROVISED#it was a pretty purple too!#i think my fav frankencolor ive done was dark blue like sharpieink and it was GORGEOUS#i did it with very very little blue and purple dye bc it was what i had
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New pretty cure episode... You better keep that shit platonic, Toei
#precure spoilers#precure#'i hope they make an idol-themed precure!' *finger on the monkey's paw curls*#I've been really liking the show so far (Uta's a fantastic protagonist and I love her)#but ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#I wanted to like this episode so bad bc I used to work a similar job & could relate to the cafe panic#and it had some really funny moments#i love how half-assed the excuse to get the rest of the family out of the restaurant was#and even though they tried to play it for drama I thought Uta being upset about not helping enough was a) relatable and b) really funny#and i REALLY wanted to enjoy the comradery between the cures & generic idol man#and I probably would have! If I did not also have a lingering sense of dread that he's gonna be Coco 2.0#(context: new pretty cure introduced an older guy (I think he's supposed to be 18-24) who the younger girls (both like 13 or so) idolize#and it's implied our mc is going to have a crush on him#(which like fine. kids get precocious crushes.)#but Toei has done this kind of romance before and had it be reciprocated#VERY RECENTLY. they did a spinoff series set in the future in which they not only revisited their '13 y/o x her magical squirrel teacher'#pairing. but also they got married. it was bad.#so i am filled with dread)#honestly from the second i saw him & glasses guy in the intro i was dreading his appearance bc of this
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AAAAA OMGGG
Plsss more of feral/freak Nanami and innocent/oblivious wife! I beg you 🙏🙏🙏
“did i gain weight or something?” you muse, voice chipper and light, twisting around to peer at yourself in the reflection of the glass cabinet. you’re holding a pair of jeans—those tight ones he secretly prays you’ll wear every damn day—yanking them up over your hips. they snag, too tight, and you hop, tugging. your ass jiggles, soft and full, straining against the denim and rippling with every bounce, and HUSBAND!KENTO’S coffee mug freezes midair. his jaw locks, teeth grinding so loud he swears you should hear it.
“these used to fit,” you pout, frowning as you shimmy them higher, bending slightly to wrestle the fabric. the jeans inch up, but barely, hugging every curve too tight, and that bounce—fuck, that bounce—sends a jolt straight through him. his eyes lock on it, feral and unblinking and he bites the inside of his cheek, hoping the sting will snap him back but he can only imagine sinking his teeth into that ass, marking you, claiming you, pounding you into the counter ‘til you’re a drooling mess.
“they look fine,” he grits out, voice like gravel, low enough that you don’t catch the edge. you turn to face him, still wrestling the zipper, and the way your tits bounces with the effort makes his slacks tighten painfully and a faint dampness begins to prick at the fabric. he shifts in his seat, the chair groaning under him, and sets the mug down with a hard thud, splintering the handle, and he doesn’t blink.
“fine?” you laugh, oblivious, spinning to give him a view of the back. “kento, they’re literally cutting me in half!” you wiggle again, testing the fit, and he swears he sees every ripple of your ass in slow motion. his control frays, thread by thread, and he’s picturing it: hands sinking into that plump ass, fucking you right there, ramming into you from behind ‘til the cabinets rattle and you’re dripping with his cum.
“you look… good,” he manages, the words clipped, barely civil. suddenly his tie feels like a noose, and he yanks at it, loosening the knot as he fights the urge to tie you up with it, wrap it around your wrists, arms pinned behind you while he knots it into your skin, leaving red marks he’d lick later. he shifts his weight again, thighs flexing, trying to will it down, but the sight of you in those jeans already has heat pooling low, threatening to spill over if he doesn’t get a grip.
you beam at him, all sweet. “good? well, that’s a relief,” you say, finally getting the jeans zipped, though they hug you like a second skin. you smooth your hands over your hips, turning side to side, and he tracks every movement. “i was worried i’d have to toss these. they’re my favorite.” and his too.
“keep them,” he says, too fast, too rough, standing abruptly. the chair scrapes back, loud, and he stalks toward the sink, dumping the rest of his coffee to give his hands something other to do than to pin you down and fuck into you like an animal. he’s losing it—really losing it—and you don’t even notice, chattering on about your day like he’s not two seconds from gagging you with his cock, stuffing you ‘til your throat’s full.
“—and then i’ve got that meeting at noon, but i’ll be home early,” you’re saying, stepping closer to grab an apple from the bowl. you brush past him, hip grazing his thigh, and he exhales hard through his nose, gripping the sink’s edge until his fingers ache. your scent hits him, floral and clean, and he’s feral, imagining fisting your hair, yanking your head back, fucking you hard and fast.
“kento?” you pause, apple halfway to your mouth, tilting your head up at him. “you okay? you’re all… tense.” your eyes are wide, soft, and he wants to ruin you—mark that pretty throat, choke you with his fingers, fuck you ‘til those pretty lips can’t form words anymore.
“just—” he clears his throat, stepping back, forcing distance. “long night.” a lie, weak, but you nod, accepting it like always. he adjusts his glasses, hands shaking slightly, and turns away, pretending to rinse the mug. his slacks cling to him, the wet spot dark against his thigh, precum soaking through the fabric as his cock throbs, painfully hard, leaking with every jiggle of your ass he can’t unsee.
he shifts, trying to hide it, but the friction only makes it worse—his balls ache, tight and heavy, and he bites back a groan, imagining unloading inside you, painting your insides until you’re dripping with him. the sink’s cold edge digs into his palms as he grips it, desperate to keep from yanking his pants down and fucking you right there.
“finish getting ready,” he says, voice tight, controlled by a thread. “i’ll drive you.” he doesn’t trust himself to stay here, not with you prancing around like that, all innocent and ripe for the taking. you smile, oblivious, and bounce off toward the bedroom, ass jiggling one last time as you go. he watches, jaw flexing, and knows—he’s not making it through the day.
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PUFF, PUFF, ASS! s. ryōmen

ৎ୭ sum. puff puff pass, girl — not puff puff ass! you wanted to smoke one last sesh before winter break but sukuna smokes something far sweeter instead - you.
wc. 8.4k
warnings. fem! reader, plug! roommate sukuna, college au, both are in early 20s, unprotected, substance consumption, slooowish burn, virgin! sukuna, switch reader, quickies, pining, sukuna’s a loser fratboy with no game, p whipped sukuna, creampīes, edging, cowgirl, big dick kuna, he lasts 0.5 secs, blōwjobs, dry humping, shotgunning, spīt, dirty talk (he tried), use of "good boy", praise.

“the usual, ‘kuna.”
ah, those three pretty words.
your roommate and all-time favorite plug, sukuna never got tired of hearing it. of course though, not in a million years would he admit the fact—let alone admit that you juuust might be his favorite clientele.
sukuna was the plug.
most of the other students on campus, including you would always buy from him. he was known for selling the best of the fuckin’ best.
despite you having the luxury of sharing a whole dorm with him, he never gave out free handouts, no half off deals, nothing. “what do you mean you won’t be here until january?”
oh shit.
he didn’t like how clingy he sounded.
not one bit.
sukuna mentally grumbles, burying his hands in the pockets of his gray sweats before you respond. “oh, yeah. for break, i’m going on a skiing trip,” and as you’re rambling, his eyes avert toward your lips.
glossed - they brightly shimmered in the flickering dorm room light, and he struggled to focus on what you were even saying.
you spoke every word so sweetly. sukuna even studied the corners of your lips and they’d cutely crease within each syllable—with your brows slightly furrowing at every passing second. “uh- are you even listening, sukuna?”
“yeaah yeah. stupid skiing trip, nice.” he shrugs, feeling a weird feeling bubble up inside him.
with you being gone for two weeks - he’d have no one to annoy, no one to get high with, no one to-
“don’t be a baby. i’m not leaving until in like-” you pause, pulling up your wrist and squinting at your wristwatch. “two hours. in the meantime, we can just have one last sesh together if you want.”
yes, yes, yes!
“fine, whatever.”
it was just an ordinary sunday.
usually, sukuna would be out at some frat party. every year during the winter, there’s this annual gathering before the break where all the years are invited.
you went once during your sophomore year in college with a few friends, and to be honest - it was pretty shitty.
loud crappy music, stale refreshments, the whole college experience shebang.
you stopped attending a while ago, and you probably didn’t really miss much though.
besides if anything—you’d much rather prefer getting high than going to some overrated end-of-the-year party.
“mmh- thanks,” you sigh, desperately needing something to take the edge off.
with finals finally being over, getting blitzed was just what you needed. the two of you sat on the lower spacey bunk bed, and your eyes stared at sukuna’s fingers. he was so focused, claret pupils entirely fixated at the pre-rolled blunt in his hand.
with a near pout, you shrug your shoulders before finishing your sentence, “—and by the way ‘kuna, i can roll one y’know.”
“yeah riiight. last one you rolled was like a kazoo,” he gruffs, snatching a fresh hollowed blunt wrap from his pocket.
from your recent purchases, sukuna always knew your favorite flavor . . cherry rush.
he snickered at the cute ‘lil frown that would soon stretch across your lips, but you knew that was true. sukuna placed the pre-rolled blunt back in his pocket before turning back toward you.
you struggled a bit at the rolling part, but in your mind - you were a pro at taking hits.
“i’ll teach you one day how to master the art of rolling like me. it’ll cost ya extra though, roomie.” sukuna continues, making sure the materials perfectly stuffed inside. he already did the basics.
preparing the flower, chopping down the bud, breaking everything down, and a bunch of other steps. .
it was only a few minutes, but it felt like hours..
sukuna had to mash up the substance a bit, churning it with a tiny metal tool before then using the grinder to flatten everything up inside the wrap.
making sure it’s not too bulky, he then starts sprinkling a bit of the green substance inside the center and all around the other parts of the blunt evenly.
he’s neat and precise, making sure it’s enough for two instead of the usual one.
and finally, sukuna’s rolling it..
“watch me,” he hoarsely instructs, and your hands are placed in your lap. his fingers slither toward one end, carefully tucking a piece of the wrap around the substance. stubby thumbs of his that were melting with a bit of stickiness rolled around the sides. he’s shaping it, molding it into its right size so it’s nice and even. “the shapin’ is always important,” and you could already feel yourself starting to get bored.
just shut up and roll it.
is what your intrusive thoughts were trying to get you to blurt out, but you stayed quiet. as you’re still observing, sukuna slightly sticks out his tongue and starts to lick near the dry cracks.
oh.
you couldn’t lie—whenever you saw sukuna licking at certain parts of blunts whenever you two smoked together, it did something to you.
always, dirty thoughts would plague at the very front of your mind, wondering what else he could do with his tongue.
speaking of, sukuna’s tongue’s super duper long too. you could feel your breath hitching the more you watched, silently admiring how his lashes briefly closed each time he blinked.
you wondered if he could lick-
“ahem.” sukuna rolls his eyes, and he wasn’t even licking it anymore. he’s been stopped.
and now, he’s openly staring dead at you, a pink slit brow raised to further express his annoyance.
“sorry, what?” you reply, feeling a hot wave of embarrassment shiver down your entire spine.
oh girl, you’re so fucked.
he definitely saw you staring.
with a disappointed sigh, sukuna gives the chubby rolled blunt a soft pierce with two of his thumbs. “i said, why do you think i’m licking the blunt? tell me why that step of rolling is important.”
“um-” you pause, your mind not at all thinking about the smoke sesh anymore.
all you were thinking about sukuna’s long pink tongue.
you were squeezing your thighs shut the entire time. your knees were folded, digging into the squishy bed frame before you tried to gather up a good answer.
“you lick the sides to…uh-” you stammer, mind blacking out straight away. “…to get a quick taste before it burns?”
“tch. sometimes i wonder why i even get high with you,” sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. as he spoke in that same, husky tone—you could hear a bit of laughter trying to suppress from the back of his throat. “no, girl. i’m licking along the dry areas to help moisten it.”
“oh..” you blink, your mind all in the gutter.
the blunt’s earthy scent starts to fill up the dorm within no time.
it’s that same, strong cherry smell that’s always been your favorite. it’s wholly sweet, and the aroma was just so candied in the air that you could almost taste the tartness already on your tongue.
its smell was quite loud - hence why it was always your preferred choice out of his other flavors.
the scent was sweet but the taste was far sweeter, and the wrap never failed to leave you unsatisfied.
“oh,” sukuna mocks your single response, crimson eyes subtly flickering back into a roll once more. for a moment, you could feel sukuna’s gaze shortly taking in your appearance.
like usual, you wore some nameless brand university t-shirt with shorts on.
maybe you’re batshit crazy, horny- hell, maybe even both, but you could’ve sworn sukuna was gawking at your thighs.
your legs—they were neatly folded back as you sat on your knees. a bit of skin poking from your shorts had slight rips in them and he noticed it straight away.
the cute squish of your thighs coming together every few times you sat upright - so so pretty..
“anyways,” he clears his scratchy, itched throat, burying the image of your thighs away in the back of his mind. you were so close to him that he could practically smell the scent of your shampoo. “ah- you remember how to light, right?”
“mhm.” you gave him a nod, leaning in closer.
the fat blunt remained glued against his fingertips that pressed deeply into the sides. you reached near your nightstand to pull out a lighter, bringing it toward his lips.
sukuna’s viewing you closely, and you felt your weak pulse starting to quicken within seconds.
even though it’s just a small, tiny gesture, sukuna tilts his head down further toward you to reach your level.
sexily, you’re met with his red, darkened stare. pink, overlong bangs were already starting to run down his brows, nearly occluding his vision of you before he swipes his hair away from his face with a hand.
with a clicking, ‘flick!’ the flame brightly ignites, and you start to carefully glide the lighter back ‘n forth under the seam.
then, you start to go around the rest of the blunt, making sure all the parts get lit. sukuna watches as you bring the flame toward the very end of the stick. the smell’s getting even stronger, and sukuna’s stare at your decent lightning work gets him intrigued.
there was a sharp silence, and the only things that could have been heard were outside the dormitory. continuous chatter of other roommates and some pop songs playing in the ambience.
once you two start to actually smoke — you’re both taking turns, sat next to each other and allowing the euphoric high to slowly take over.
puff, puff, pass..
it was simple.
the two of you each got two tokes. since sukuna rolled, it was etiquette that he took the first few hits - then you.
“ugh,” you land on your back against the springy bed, drawing in a sharp breath. your lungs were heavy, and your chest slumped once you started to absorb the lemony puffs of air.
each sucked breath was deep, and every few seconds, you allowed yourself to recuperate from the strong hits.
“been a while,” sukuna speaks again, his voice dripping with a rasp. his throat - it sounds almost grating.
he lies his head back against the bed with you too, slightly craning his head to face you. “gettin’ high with you, i mean.”
passing the blunt back to him, you sleazily grin. “don’t tell me you’re gonna miss me.”
“tch. don’t be stupid, never said that,” he instantly replies, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit.
you talked so sly, and he noticed how your eyes were starting to droop already. sukuna’s jagged breathing hitched once your head softly thumped against his shoulder.
damn.
“it’s just annoying,” he continues, taking a second to inhale through his nose. a cloud of smoke exits through his nostrils and it’s always satisfying to witness.
your head rubs against the fleece of his sweatshirt before he lets out another dull inhale. once that short milisecond of tunnel vision occurs in his sight, sukuna exhales again—his shoulders slackening.
“ ‘m not gonna have anyone to smoke with for two weeks. and yeah, i could get high by myself but it’s… better with you.”
oh?
you glance up at sukuna’s whose eyes are glued to you. there were faint, noticeable bags underneath his eyes as his eyelids started to become heavy.
his entire face — it’s turning flustered once he realized what the actual fuck he just said.
shit. shit. shit.
“oh… my god,” you cheekily grin, grabbing the burning blunt from him. inhaling for two seconds, you place it between the arc of your fingers. “ ‘kuna, you could’ve just said so. well, if that was the case, i could’ve just canceled my flight and booked for tomorrow morning.”
“really?”
“uh- no, i was joking. do you know how much plane tickets cost? in this economy? please.”
sukuna rolls his eyes at your sass before grumbling. “whatever,” and he’s watching your hits turn into more than just two.
he raises a brow, staring at your pursed lips that were twitching every second as you blew out excess smoke. “oi- stop hoggin’ it. you always do this shit.”
“make me-”
he scoffs, narrowing puffy eyes at you before reaching over.
sukuna’s beefy arm extends to grab the blunt but coincidentally enough - he ends up falling flat on your chest.
you look down at him and there’s a loooong, eerie silence.
nothing was exchanged except intimate, prolonged glances and a subtle loud silence. sukuna gawked at you with fiery pupils occasionally flickering toward the rolled stick that was tightly gripped against your fingers.
he then looks at your lips… so shiny, you rubbed them against each other once you noticed his gaze before taking one more hit.
he stays quiet, watching you inhale before exhaling. “i didn’t know the blunt was on my ches-”
“shut up,” sukuna carps, cutting you off with a sharp tone. he leans in closer—and at that, you start to feel the speed of your heartbeat accelerate. sukuna brings a dry thumb toward your chin, gingerly smearing a circle around your skin before huskily murmuring. “fuck- can i . .”
“do it,” you breathlessly reply, already knowing what he was trying to say. the intense high was swarming you both mildly, and your senses were heightening from each elated breath being drawn.
you didn’t have to tell him twice.
instantly, sukuna’s lips crash firmly against yours.
it’s so quick - you barely have time to react, moaning once his tongue dips inside of your mouth. swiftly, sukuna snatches the blunt away from your hand, making his way on top of you.
your arms wrapped around his torso—pulling him closer as you both shared rushed, airy breaths. the cherry flavor lingers in both mouths, tangling with glutinous, sappy saliva and all. “mmgh-” you start to recline back, your left leg slinking around his slim torso.
a throaty groan scratches out of sukuna’s tongue as you hear the occasional ‘claps’ of both lips smacking into each other. every few seconds, it’d pitch louder and louder, and sukuna just couldn’t help himself.
just from his hungry lips, you could tell he’s been wanting to do this for the longest.
he just didn’t want to admit it.
“god-” he grunts against your lips, the tip of his nose softly rubbing against your skin.
yet again, foreheads were stacked right on top of each other, and he felt remains of smoke waft back into his mouth. you tasted so sweet, sweeter than anything he’s ever smoked by a long shot.
“mmh- sukuna,” you moaned, feeling his body in between your wrapped legs starting to grind into you.
it’s slow - his sweats were so soft, nearly tickling against your thighs before it then rubs against something very hard.
that ‘something’ was prodding through his grey pants and he prowls lowly into your neck, sucking against your freely exposed skin. “if.. you wanted to hump me all this time, should’ve just said so.”
“ugh-” he glares, the pink shade gradually painting over his vexed expression clearly betraying his annoyance.
sukuna was a big guy, and the size difference was very much apparent.
his body..
it towers over you, even with you being nearly smushed underneath him. his hips pathetically rolled into you steadily, and he grunts again but this time it’s huskier..
as your legs continued to cage him in with its secure grasp, you feel him stop. “fuck!” his head falls into your chest, and you could see a pout shortly tugging against his lips.
your brows twist into a furrow as you feel his body still itself. sukuna’s hardened bulge still rests between the front of shorts — but it’s . . wet.
heavy, deep pants could be heard from him and then that’s when you started to feel a damp splotch soak near the center of his sweatpants. as you’re still trying to catch your breath, you let off a sheepish, “heh.. ‘kuna.. did you just-”
“yeah, i fuckin’… came,” sukuna grumbles, slit brows contorting as he spoke with such distaste.
his pointed chin rests between the soft valley of your chest before he pinches his forehead. “look- i’m a virgin. i’ve never-”
with a soft-hazed expression, you pat his head. “it’s okay. it happens dummy. don’t uh- feel bad about that,” and his embarrassment leisurely subsides.
you obviously weren’t expecting him to say that.
you figured otherwise.
on campus, sukuna’s highly well-known and very popular. he’s usually seen around frat clubs and parties but wasn’t much social now that you thought about it.
he kept his circle small, and with you being his roommate he grew to get sort of used to your presence whenever the two of you smoked together . . sort of.
“just.. let me,” you quietly reply, shifting your body before getting on top of him. sukuna huffs faintly, placing the blunt near the nearby nightstand before staring at you.
now, you’re straddling him with your perked ass sitting directly above his abrupt cum stain that bled through his sweats. “is this okay? if you don’t feel comfortable we can just finish our sesh.”
“it’s fine,” sukuna swallows, admiring your body before him. even the shorts you wore were such a tease, maybe an ever bigger tease than you.
his eyes ran across the fabric, watching as it perfectly exposed just a nice amount of your ass.
he’s still so hard, and you sitting right on it was only making him ten times more needy. “i want- i want you, screw the damn blunt.”
“okay,” you coo out - your voice sounding like mere heaven.
as sukuna takes a gulp, the roused tent in his sweats pokes out further the more you shimmy your hips around him. closing the distance between you both—you place a wet kiss down the slope of his neck.
he shivers at your touch with one hand trying to reach toward your swaying waist. with a soft ‘whack!’ he scoffs, feeling you swat his hand away. “ah, no touchin’ ‘kuna. you want me to do all the work, remember?”
through gritted teeth, he snarls out a stubborn, “finee,” and he’s already feeling himself starting to melt through his sweats.
you being on top of him - straddling him, it made sukuna sweat bullets. “just- hurry up. ‘m so fuckin’ hard..”
“yeah, i can feel it,” you hush, fishing a hand near his sweatpants.
with a single hand, you yank on the knotted white tie and it quickly becomes loose.
sukuna’s whole physique…
you got a glimpse of his boxers that peeked above his waistline and fuck..
he was ripped, jacked in every way. the ideal fratboy.
the sharpened line of his pelvis looked like it could prick the tip of your finger. “mmh,” you hold in a breath, swerving your hips against his bulged crotch. “are you always this hard whenever we smoke together?”
“haaah? don’t be . . ridiculous,” he pauses, his head tilting back. “fuck- yeah, like thaaat,” sukuna’s voice slows down, and it pitches so low that his mere voice made you throb.
the strip of his boxers was a darkened shade of red, complimenting his maroon eyes. “god- you’re bein’ a tease. just fuck me already, girl.”
as your hand reaches near his boxers, you feel his body shake - erupting violently like an active volcano.
it’s a cruel shudder, with multiple shivers running down his slouched spine as you continue to move on him. your hand was delaying the damn inevitable, taking its time before finally slipping inside his ruined boxers.
“let me touch you- c’mooon,” sukuna continued to speak, his gruff whiny babbles falling on deaf ears. you raise your chin, gifting the bottom of his chin with another kiss. silent ‘mwah’ after ‘mwah’ and it only makes him more frustrated.
as your dominant hand starts to get a good feeling—you wrap your palm around his now pulled-out shaft and he groans.
sukuna’s throat bobs instantly, and you could feel an excited vein prod down a side of his thick cock. “f.. fuck, keep touchin’ it. touch me.”
“you still wanna touch me?” you murmur hotly, his high, drooping eyes filled with cloudy mist returning your glance.
he’s so eager too.
sukuna responds with a nod, coral brows raising in anticipation. “mhm, fine. go ahead.”
with a rough hitch of his breath, sukuna’s callused textured palms finally attach their way toward your hips.
he’s gentle yet firm, rocking you back into place before he moans at the tepid skin-to-skin contact.
you look down at his exposed cock and it’s just so pretty..
sukuna’s shaft was covered with veins - veins, veins galore. your thumb plays with a bit of foreskin, watching it peel back to expose the head and he shuddered from your touch once more.
“mmh..” he sighs deeply, your tender touch nearly hypnotizing him. the top part of his cock’s glans bruised with brightened shades of pink and rosy, hot red.
sukuna’s ridge was tapered too, and you felt yourself sporadically throb once between your open thighs as your curious thumb glided over the long hooking curve.
to top it all off, it’s got a lean to it too.
sukuna’s dick was so big that it could barely hold itself up. you watched as it sort of drooped over.
a tiny, attractive detail that made you release an elated sigh. as sukuna still feels your hand tending to his shaft, he lets out a low grunt. “don’t . . hah- know why we never did this before.”
“because you’re a chicken.”
“tch. girl fuck you.”
“no, fuck you. and i’m going to, relax pretty boy.”
♡ ♡ ♡
you were definitely somethin’ to be reckoned with.
sloppy, chaste kisses created a vertical path down his bare chest. sukuna held up his sweatshirt with one hand as your lips glued against his rock-hard abs that were all on display. you kissed down, down, down..
his abs were just perfectly sculptured - akin to a greek god with how they were just so naturally carved into chiseled, muscular pecs.
the cool air continued to set against his skin as he kept his sweatshirt raised. as your bridge of kisses resumed—sukuna groaned, preparing to sigh once your lips trailed and trailed . . until they eventually stopped at his dick.
it stood tall - slightly tilting forward with how heavy was. squinting a bit, you stared at the tiny hairs of pink that scattered around his stuffed base.
“is this alright?” you mumble through glittery glossed lips, your words so soft it sound like a raspy whisper. his tip was still covered with wetted drips of pre, tearing away at the sides with various white globs.
“ffuuuck- yeah, just do whatever. use your mouth, whatever you’re supposed to do,” sukuna grunts, feeling his core stomach tightening.
the two of you were sitting on the bed with him lying fully down. sukuna’s pants were pulled off now and he’s feeling his dick twitch every time your warm breath fans against his tip.
“mhm, okay,” you reply, rolling out your dripping, wet tongue. sukuna’s eyes immediately lock against you, peering as your tongue hungrily swirls its way around his pulsating crown.
slurrrp after slurrrp, you’re licking up the runny droplets of pre that were racing down all sides.
sukuna shivers, mumbling out a faint ‘ohhh shit’ before drawing in a long breath. each time he did, it felt like his lungs were being pinched from the inside.
you took his breath away,
figuratively and literally.
after all the times he’s smoked, nothing could ever compare to the way your tongue made him feel.
“s.. shit,” sukuna groans. your hand’s wrapped around his dick, and it was a bit limp. it only took you a few seconds (which felt like hours) to lap up his pre-cum before sliding your salivating tongue toward his mushroomy tip.
it’s so colorful - flushed with a burning, bright pink near the very capped head.
you even give it a little kiss, moaning once translucent strands of his pre creates a sloppy concoction with your saliva.
so filthy..
the two words that ran through his mind as he watched your plump-shaped lips.
as you continued, sukuna’s hand found its way toward the top of your head, ogling as you then puckered your lips.
slowly, he stares as your mouth opens up a bit to where it’s agape. you make your way down with his tip brushing past the parched roof of your mouth. he gutturally moans, feeling the scaly-like texture greeting his cock before nodding.
“mmh- your throooat . . feels so fuckin’ good,” he tilts his head back, adam’s apple still bobbing through the center of his larynx.
with sukuna being so big, you couldn’t exactly fit all of it inside.
with your hand still gripped around his hefty-made shaft, your scrunched wet lips gradually made their way to where your fingers rested.
your head’s starting to bob bob bob, and sukuna’s grunting his head off. the slippery, risqué noises were just downright wet - you’re gripping his cock before he feels you angle it further down your throat for a better stretch.
“mmph-” you let off a muffled whine, making sure to wet around his entire cock.
sukuna’s thighs already felt so heavy - they glued down to the bed as your head went up and down, and he just couldn’t look away from you.
the two of you were always smoking together when you both could’ve been doing this instead?
that same question — it kept running through sukuna’s head like a loop.
your mouth.. it kept sukuna’s dick so warm, so wet..
it was just something about the way your head bobbed with those pretty lashes of yours sticking to your eyelids. even your lids were starting to sag, preparing to snap shut at any moment.
your raving rhythm had him getting dizzy within seconds, and sukuna gave your hair a light tug.
“ngh-” you grump, your head pulling forward and it’s almost cute.
sukuna pauses, sheepishly scratching his head. “shit, sorry.. was i-”
“harder, dummy,” you interrupt his apology, saliva dribbling down the center of your chin as your lips briefly departed from his sheen-covered cock. sukuna moans at the lewd sight of you and how you were slobbering all over his cock.
this was the type of image he’d probably fantasize about whenever you weren’t in the dorm and he was by himself. “yank it.”
“eh. f.. fuckin’ kinky girl- fine,” and sukuna manages to grab a good amount of your hair. giving it a nice solid yank like you wanted, your head jerks forward. “mmng-” his nostrils flare for the second time.
sukuna grunts, hearing the wet little ‘ptou’ sounds of you spitting on his tip and lapping it right up.
you’re sucking him off — making him bite his lip, and he starts fucking back against your face until there’s even more glossy drool pouring down your chin.
much to your surprise, sukuna starts to raise his hips into your mouth, hearing strangled moans leave from your throat time and time again. after a few sloppy thrusts of his rolling hips, you took a second to start kissing around his dick again.
torrid, wet kisses ghosted all around his dick and sukuna could already feel his body starting to levitate from your wet lips.
your head - it’s similar to a bobblehead with the way it goes up ‘n down, movements entirely unpredictable.
you use your hand to slovenly twist around his shaft as you suck harder, moaning hoarsely once his bruised tip slams its way against the back of your throat.
it greets your fleshly uvula, and you let off a sweet gargled sound that makes sukuna’s dick twitch.
the single vein that runs down his cock dances against your tongue and you hum, batting your lashes.
he could never deny at all at how pretty you looked.
your cheeks were all puffed - stuffed all because of his dick that’s plugging in and out of your mouth.
sukuna lets off husky grunt after grunt at the back of your tongue skimming over his dick’s top. you’re getting his entire dick wet, not caring at all at how rivulets of your spilling saliva streamed down your chin. not just your chin, but near the cracks of your mouth.
your lips were perfect - they were stretched all out, shaped into a wide circular ‘o’ as you continued to take him down your tight throat.
“hng-” you’d moan, snaking a hand between your legs. sukuna gasped, eyeing you closely as you brought a few fingers of your own toward your puffed, neglected cunt.
you’re soaked, all through your panties too. you reached inside of your shorts, past your underwear before giving your pussy a loving squeeze.
as your mouth’s still occupied, you swiped a thumb over your pulsating clit that’s sobbing for attention.
“f.. fuck, didn’t know you were this nasty, roomie,” sukuna mutters, almost in awe at how you were just playing with yourself while he’s inches deep down your throat.
the downright dirty, racy noises echoed through the thin, dry walls of the dorm — and you prayed no one would hear.
to be specific, you prayed no one would hear sukuna because he was just groaning his lungs out as if he was belting an F5 high note. his voice indeed sounded rough, but every now ‘n then you heard a few cute cracks from your tongue work.
your head still bounces up and down, etching the tip of your tongue down a lightning-shaped vein.
sukuna’s stretchy girth damn near pried your mouth open even more on its own. you’re making sure not to use teeth, moaning at the feeling of your own fingers maneuvering circles against your clit. “ugh- good girl.. good- fffuck,” sukuna praises, feeling his tip stimulate way back toward your uvula for probably the umpteenth time.
he’s in alllll the way, watching as you breathe through your nose. “hah- throat’s just.. perfect for me. thaaaat’s … it, suck it, roomie. suck my.. p- penis.”
oh.. he can always work on dirty talk later.
sukuna’s cock was still sensitive - so much so that he doesn’t even realize that his orgasm’s approaching yet again. it’s a toe-curling feeling that threatens his ego, and a whine slips out.
you’re just so unapologetically sloppy - making out with his tip, slurping up the sides that rained with glittery beads of your spit.
“ahh,” you pop out his dick from your mouth, running your tongue around his tender frenulum.
right there, that moment right there was all it took for sukuna to cum and you knew it too.
“f- fuck, oh fuuuck, ‘m fuckin’ cummin’,” sukuna bites down on his jaw, fingers still dug into your scalp. your head sinks back down as his plump head pounds into your throat before you remove your fingers from the inside of your shorts.
first the tight shortness of breath comes — then, comes the actual release.
sukuna’s shooting down your throat, sprinkling creamy drops of cum on your flatly laid tongue as you look at him with those pretty, fogged eyes.
he already took the initiative to pull his leaking shaft out of your mouth, softly starting to then spank his tip against your greedy tongue.
“mmh-” you hummed again, a purr caught in your throat. it’s raw - and voice sounded a bit raspy, which had of course aroused him even more. this was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and as your tongue lays flat — you nod your head. “good, keep hittin’ your tip against my tongue, mhm.”
“tch..” sukuna kisses his teeth, complying with your sinful request.
your lashes prettily fluttered as he’s still spurting out milky strips onto your tongue. the taste was bittersweet, and judging by the pout on your lips once he removed his cock away from the flatness of your tongue, you only wanted more.
panting heavily, sukuna’s abs clench through his fraternity-made sweats. “what?”
“c’mere,” you breathe, every breath you take becoming more strained as air tries to fill into your lungs. sukuna leans his head down to where you were, and his eyes immediately land on the remnants of cum that dribble a bit near the corner of your lip. “lick it off me.”
“hah- you’re a . . nasty little roommate.” sukuna snickered, a hand gently wrapping around the back of your neck. he pulls you in, pressing his lips into yours at full speed.
both lips were like speeding cars — they rammed into each other, the turbo being both lips quickly slamming against ajar, opened mouths.
sukuna grunts, vehemently running his tongue around the side of your mouth that’s covered with a few pearly tears of his cum. the sourly sweet taste again, makes him moan in your mouth, feeling your teeth playfully nip near his bottom lip.
as foreheads forevermore pressed against each other, sukuna drags his tongue near your chin which is also covered with sleek wet slicks.
as sukuna blindly guides his lips back towards your mouth, the open-mouthed kiss lasts for a while, to say the least. he even started sucking on your tongue, savoring the treacly cherry poppin’ taste that scattered all over your tastebuds.
you were a new high sukuna didn’t mind smoking.
♡ ♡ ♡
sukuna was still struggling to breathe - every breath felt more and more raspy with each singular puff.
pink, puffed lips of his were all swollen from your filthy make-out sesh. also though, his dick - his tip specifically, felt like it was on fire.. and the veiny sides were already starting to dry up with pasty splotches of cum.
you had to admit, sukuna looked kinda cute like this..
submissively underneath you with a pout, dripped in sweat everywhere on his body, sinewy muscles tensing with his cock just aching for more..
sukuna’s pink hair was unkempt and ruffled, messed up, and a tiny bit matted.
his once cocky and arrogant ego thrown was straight out the window all because of your throat and the way your raucous hips made him cum through his sweatpants.
sukuna knows you, and he knew you’d never let him live that down for as long as you two were roommates.
“your hoodie,” you bring a thumb above your vaguely dripping chin, smearing it around your sheeny lips. sukuna’s still laid back, and you’re now hovering over his sensitive cream-covered tip. “can i wear it while i ride you?”
“pft. no, it’s a frat-”
“kuna.”
“ughh- fine. better not ruin it,” he grumbles with a glowering scowl, raising his arms.
you help him take off the piece of clothing before putting it over your head, pulling down your t-shit from underneath.
as you do so, sukuna watches intently, feeling yet another vein prod against the right side of his dick. it was just something about seeing you in his clothing, straddling him too.
you’re wearing his fleecy-made frat hoodie as if it was your own and fuck did you look good in it.
sukuna’s breath nearly choked him as he openly stared at you, noticing how it was a bit oversized and practically covered over a nice portion of your thighs. “lie back more.” you utter, a hand grabbing the shared blunt that still rested idly on the nightstand. you’d almost forgotten about it.
right away, sukuna leaned himself back against the lopsided cushioned pillows that squished behind him.
there was just enough room to where your head didn’t hit the bottom of the top bed stacked above.
your hand grabs his hefty curved cock, aligning it against your sopping entrance before pausing. “tell me if it’s too much,” you mumble, bringing the stout blunt toward your lips.
sukuna’s completely shirtless now - and it suddenly gets so quiet that you hear him gulp in anticipation.
“j- just fuck me already,” he prowls rashly, his words turning into an impatient hiss once his beefy arms wrap around your torso.
with an ‘oof,’ you end up landing flat into his chest.
sukuna’s poor creamy tip was crying - it was starting to sob from the very reddened tip with rivulets of precum.
the wait was antagonizing - you were antagonizing.
he just wanted to be inside you, to feel what it’s really, really like.
sukuna fantasized about this exact scenario in more ways than he could count. he was far too stubborn to ever admit that he was too shy to actually be intimate with someone.
but with you, it only felt right.
“let me take another hit first-” you giggle, seeing the glare forming on his face. “geez, okay, okay.”
sukuna kept his eyes on you as you placed the cherry-flavored blunt in between your teeth.
it’s still securely rolled and fat - and you felt one of his hands creeping toward your ass within no time.
you steal another bit anyway,
and with a single addicting puff, a gust of wind whirls its way into your lungs and down your passageway. “f- fuckk..” you sigh, one hand positioning his teary tip against your drooling, drooling slot.
a cloud of smoke emits from your mouth once you breathe out, and sukuna sucks in a raspy drag. “mmg- hurry the fuck up,” he clenched down on his jaw tightly, bottom lip thoughtlessly quivering.
he’s so sensitive—with endorphins crashing through his veins, they sent rocketing shockwaves all down his spine. your cunt was just dangerously slick, and he knew you were teasing just by the way you rubbed your pussy back ‘n forth against his poor cum-dripping cockhead.
“hah- fuckin’ . . put it in- ngh-”
“ask nicely.” you whisper, wrapping a hand around his thick throat.
oh.
sukuna would’ve probably been lying if he said that didn’t turn him on.
your wet cunt was gradually sliding itself against his cock that rested against his tummy.
a big hand then grips onto your bare right ass cheek before he growls under his breath.
“fuck me, or else.”
“no.”
“fuck me, or else…please.”
“still no. also, speak up.”
sukuna glares at your audacity, seeing a small simper preparing to crease against your lips before he sighs in defeat. you were probably even more stubborn than him..
his shoulders slump before he clicks his tongue, clearing his throat. “okaay, roomie. you win- fuck. please, ride me. i- i need it,” and for a moment there, its a bit of vulnerability in sukuna’s tone.
his baritone-pitched voice, it cracks and you could see his left eye twitching.
you’re killing his pride.
but part of that made him more aroused.
“i need . . you.” he concludes, shaky labored breaths leaving from his lips. sukuna groans, feeling you slide a hand down his hardened chest.
the tips of your padded fingers circle his pecs, outlining each vein that decorated his sculpted body.
sukuna was like a candle melting from just your blazing touch. his body was the wax and your fingertips were the flame. his hoodie that you wore only made the entire scene sexier too.
he allowed his crimson gaze to follow toward your chest. the three-letter logo of the fraternity he was in finely stitched against the fabric. it hugged your body flawlessly, and his eyes never left your frame, not even for a minute.
“good boy,” you hum, hearing him nearly choke at your praise.
good boy.
sukuna’s ears perked before he groans, hearing the long-awaited squelch of your pussy ‘slap’ down on him.
your warmth from the inside surprises him, and he whiiiiines out a sweet, elongated mewl of your name. “ugh- fuck,” sukuna hisses, feeling you sink yourself down.
it’s a tight fit at first with an even bigger stretch!
sukuna’s rounded tip alone could barely lodge its way inside, and you had to use both hands just to guide it in the right direction. with the blunt still buried underneath your teeth, you blow smoke in his face. “mmph- open your mouth,” you airily mumble.
taking in the sugary scent—sukuna moans, bringing his lips apart.
once you’re starting to move, it’s over -
with your head going closer toward his face, you take the rolled stick from your lips to blow more smoke… this time, into his mouth.
your hips started to wind up, and he was already bottomed out inside. “taste it,” you whisper, feeling sukuna’s questing tongue already trying to swash around the inside of your cheek.
smoke pours into the right sukuna’s mouth, traveling within both pairs of full lungs before he kisses you deeply.
you’re each sharing smoke between twisted tongues and it’s so filthy..
your warm breath continues to slide against his sukuna’s—feeling his tongue eagerly dip its way inside your mouth.
the sweetened taste of cherry lingers against your buds and his, and between sloppy kisses, you moan. “mhh- there we go, good. just hold my hips again.”
“f.. fuck,” sukuna clicks his tongue, drowsy eyes already rolling back in such immense pleasure.
your pussy had such power - power that even he couldn’t handle because he felt like the entire bed was about to snap into two.
your hips had sukuna hysterical, and he starts fanning himself too. “p- phew, shiiit..” he groans, pink brows curving into a desirous furrow.
you’re swerving, tightly gripping back against his cock like velcro as you started to cling onto the bed’s railing for better leverage. “damn- goddamn, fuuuck me then.”
the high surrounds you both and it’s just pure bliss..
it was like a trip you didn’t want to end, and sukuna felt like he was floating every time your ass wetly slammed back down onto his lap. you’re making his head spin in the best way possible, dozens of gears turning in his empty brain.
“haah- ‘kuna,” you’d moan, hot breath landing against his chin and tickling the tiny hairs that stick against his skin. you’re clenching down on him from the inside, hearing every sticky plap! of skin clash amongst each other.
sukuna was a bit awkward with his hands - they didn’t know where to go.
one moment, they’re glued to your hips and the next, they’re traveling down your thighs. his favorite part though, was your ass.
as you continued to move, sukuna couldn’t help but thumb a few clammy fingers toward the sides of your jouncing rear.
harshly - he gives it a needy squeeze before spanking it, hearing the cute gasping whines drag from your throat.
he’s getting the hang of it.
“c- careful,” you wheeze, watching as he’s taking a puff now. sukuna’s nude chest was already starting to gloss gloss gloss with gallons of sweat. sure—you’ve seen him at the gym but never this sweaty.
with your arms tossing over his tensed shoulders, your weeping cunt flops right against his cock with a few sloppy single thrusts, earning a loud grunt from him. “now ‘m really startin’ to think you’re in love with m-”
“just…shut up.” sukuna grumbles, silencing you with another deep kiss. it’s rough - and out of the many, many kisses you shared with him tonight, this felt more . . different.
sweet, pathetic whimpers elicited from you as your ass repeatedly whacked against his pelvis. sukuna’s lean cock sloppily digs its way through your cunt and you squealed at each vigorous curve.
riiiight thereeee-
he’s found the spot and he didn’t even know it.
your cute little shriek was all that told him though, because as his teeth were sharply striking against yours—he hit that same beloved g-spot again, and again, and again..
“o-ooh!” your back prettily arches like a cat, tangled colorless strands of saliva reluctantly pulling away from each pair of lips.
sukuna’s tip was vast and huge, it easily ran through the taut barrier of your entrance and you drool every time he kisses near your clit.
it’s just so tender..
your pupils were starting to enlarge with your eyes crossing. sukuna’s got the same eyes too from the overwhelming high… but his eyes were a bit bloodshot.
your hips were just so nasty, and he’s grunting every time your sopping pussy sucks him in before spitting him right back out, then in, then out again — a repeated loop of pure fuckin’ filth.
“mmn- ‘m gonna cum,” you whined, gasping once sukuna’s hands grabbed your waist. you both exchanged a look of utter blitzed lust, and sukuna darkly exhaled. your hips buckled in and out, in and out until your hips were just stuttering over him. “k- keep hittin’ me there, baby~ fuuck-”
baby.
sukuna felt his cheeks heat up - the small pet name making him wonder if the two of you were really more than just smoke buddies, more than just roommates..
“hng- me too,” sukuna rasps, feeling the sultry head of his cock burning up to such a smoldering degree.
he’s not just hot there—but all damn over.
you’re maintaining your rapid pace, moaning at the nerves pulsing through your body that steadily got provoked by sukuna’s deep, pivotal thrusts. “god- so fuckin’ perfect. ride me.. hah- ride it like you own it then, ugh-”
your continuous bouncing on sukuna’s lap even has his eyes rolling back too. it’s undeniably sexy, and you felt the sticky grip of his thumbs starting to lessen its hold against your rocky waist.
sukuna’s cock was starting to stiffen within seconds and your cunt was just so swollen, dribbling from every weeping orifice with syrupy amounts of juices.
it’s an all-around mess, and not before long, the smell of your own arousal mixes in with the feeling of your highly anticipated fervor..
the entire dorm was clouded - fogged, bathed in a mix of all scents. scents of pleasure, of cherry, and lots ‘n lots of sweat.
it was hard to see anything except for the two of you and the windows were just covered with steam.
your thighs practically glued to sukuna’s, and as his dick’s still pumping in and out of you, you let off a clamoring squall.
right then - that’s when it happens.
you cling onto him steadfastly, sensuously bucking your animalistic hips into him weakly as your body starts to slow. everything happens in almost slow motion - and if it was one thing for sure, your pussy had sukuna hypnotized.
sukuna’s angered cockhead swabs its way around your beloved g-spot about three more times before he groans too.
much louder than you, and he suppressed his nose (or at least tried to) by delicately biting into your shoulder. your skin’s softness had his tongue hungry, and he was lapping at your skin until it was turning wet all because of him..
the blunt ended up falling out of his mouth, landing on the wooden floor with a faint ‘thump!’
but sukuna could care less though-
he had far more important things to care about,
like how he was shooting literal blanks inside of you, painting your pretty clamping walls with his ivory-white color that hugged him oh-so tight.
sukuna’s gutturally groaning in your ear, moving his mouth away from your shoulder while leaning against your cheek.
you both came at the same time and it almost didn’t even feel real.
your teeth shatter as your hips finally stop moving, and sukuna falls back against the bed.
you’re whimpering loudly, creaming all down his cock as your body’s met with abrupt currents of rippling waves.
instead though—the only wave was your orgasm, crashing down down down..
“ugh-” he moans, lips quivering once more once he feels such wads spitting out of his tip.
it comes out so slowly, thin ropes of cum that leisurely bubble into pearly ribbons of stripes.
sukuna’s heart’s beating out of his chest - pound after pound so loud that he hears the melody through his ears like speakers.
as he’s still trying to get over his most recent finish—his first instinct was to wrap a burly arm around you.
you’re caught off guard by the sudden gesture, but you don’t complain.
he’s still snugly inside so deep, flooding your pussy with a feverishly hot batch of cum that even starts to ooze down between your legs.
you’re both breathing stiffly, sharing labored delayed pants before sukuna cups your chin. “what... are. we.”
“what?” you blink.
sukuna deadpans, a chastened pout compressing his lips before he brings a sloppy two-second kiss to your mouth.
you return it, quietly moaning at the stickiness currently slimed between your cracked-open thighs.
“i don’t.. know,” sukuna pants, bringing a palm near his forehead to wipe a sheet of perspiring sweat away. “this.. us- whatever.. this is,” he waves a hand around to exaggerate. “friends- er- smoke friends don’t just… casually cum in each other.”
“yeah, that’s true,” you jeer, leaning in while sukuna’s still buried swollen balls deep. inching close, you kiss his neck before sweetly whispering. “maybe we’re more then just friends and maybe you’re more than just my plug.”
sukuna scoffs. “hmph. well- you’re still payin’ by the way.”
with an eye roll, you reach near your burgundy-colored nightstand. with a loud ‘whiiir’ it opens, and you pull out a twenty dollar bill of what was the usual price of your purchases.
a bit overpriced but again, you didn’t have the energy to complain.
not when you were so stuffed - leaking with sukuna’s cum drizzling out of your cunt.
“here.” you hand him the crumpled-up dollar bill. sukuna takes it, and his entire face is just flushed.
for once — you see actual color in his usually stoic, emotionless face. who knew it was all because of you and your hips.
sukuna grunts something under his breath, watching as you slide your panties and shorts back on. scarlet eyes did a slow pan from up to down at your body, glancing at his hoodie that you still had on before you grabbed your suitcase underneath your desk.
“wha- you’re leaving?”
“yeah, i’m gonna miss my flight.” you reply, watching sukuna’s lips form into the nth pout of the night. two hours went by so quick, he forgot all about your dumb trip.
not to be dramatic (except sukuna probably was being dramatic) but two weeks without you felt like an eternity.
especially with how good you just made him feel, the replay of the entire scene that just occurred had his mouth shamelessly watering.
going toward the side of the bed where sukuna lay, you press one final wet kiss against his lips.
he grunts, leaning into your tender touch, gasping once your free hand gives his twitching cock a few ‘goodbye’ pumping strokes.
“mmg- don’t go.” you heard him grumble between your lips.
with a soft wet ‘smack’ — both lips hesitantly depart, and you whisper against his ear before leaving. “i’m keeping the hoodie by the way.”
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