Hello Skinny Internet User. There Is A Bomb Strapped To Your Chest. In Front Of You Is Fanart Of A Fat

I don't know how I feel about the "JJK Part 2" theories, all I know is that I need to see that ugly brother-diddling bitch die a gruesome death before the series ends.

do u guys wanna….. wanna see my current wip………

LET ME KISS EVERY CREVICE OF YOUR BRAIN PLEASE I BEG I PLEAD someone sedate me please(suguru)

look away from me mist im losing my shit rn but i still wanna make a good first impression

HIIIIIII NAE ML OMG!!!!!!! i started fanning myself like a damsel in distress as soon as i saw this EEEEEEE giving u the biggest kiss rn ur the cutest

thinking abt making a page on my nav where i just. talk abt my mutuals LMAOAO

yall need to take aizawa away from me. like there’s no reason for him to be taking over my brain like this.

OH MY GOD AND A SPIDERVERSE TRAILER???? i’m abt to be so insufferable

hi guys it’s not hard to make ur x reader fics racially ambiguous :3 hi guys it’s not hard to make ur x reader fics racially ambiguous :33 hi guys it’s not- *gunshot*

oh this is a snippet of the strap sucking btw. if that wasn’t clear LMAO

he makes me so horny….. lord………

i imagine toji and his wife having the "he asked for no pickles 😡" dynamic idc how big and bad toji is

i feel like suguru never broke the habit of eating candy/drinking soda after eating curses.

like even as an adult with all the cult leader stuff, he still always carried around small candies or lollipops to stave off the nasty taste after eating a curse. especially after you came into his life.

it felt strange to eat a curse only to kiss you with those same lips without something to cleanse his palette. he didn’t want to associate the bitter taste of a curse with your lips, he’d much rather associate them with something sickly sweet.

the sound of crinkling wrappers and soft crunching had become customary, a sort of white noise after suguru had ingested a curse. he always, always leaned in for a kiss after, slipping his dyed tongue into your mouth as you hummed at the sweet flavor laving over your tastebuds, even playfully trying to guess the flavor from the remnants of the sugary treat.

that’s why you watched him expectantly as he finished the remnants of his lollipop, his tongue mindlessly fiddling with the stick for a moment before throwing it away. he raised an eyebrow when he noticed your stare, a smirk gracing his lips.

“is there something on my face?” he sounded too smug to be clueless. you only shook your head in response, that same wide eyed, expectant gaze fixed on his face.

he broke sooner than he would’ve liked, clicking his tongue with a small “c’mere.” he fought back a smile when you came closer, cupping your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you pulled him closer, a small gasp leaving him when you sucked on his tongue softly before pulling away completely with a thoughtful hum.

“is it peach?”

he gave you an incredulous look, a small laugh leaving him at your words. god, you were going to be the death of him.

(you were right.)