Beautiful Just Beautiful

Why is this so clear in my mind???

How sentient is Sukuna’s tummy mouth? Does he talk to it or is it an extension of himself? I feel like it’s most likely the latter but I like the idea of him arguing back and forth with it. And maybe it tells on him sometimes. Like I’m imagining a scenario in which Sukuna’s wife works a day job and he wants to support her dreams but he hates when she’s away and will do little things to inconvenience her so she’ll stay at home longer.

Wife: Sukuna, have you seen my keys? I could’ve sworn I left them on the table…

Sukuna: No, haven’t seen them

Tummy mouth: 👹he put it in the cupboard👹

Wife: What was that?

Sukuna: I didn’t say anything… *he pulls his loosened robe back over himself, trying to shield the tummy mouth*

Wife: I know. I wasn’t asking you. *you give him a look while you step forward and open his robe. He only allows it bc he likes when you’re touching him*

Tummy mouth: 👹he put it on the top shelf where you can’t reach👹

Idk I’m assuming it’d have a deep demonic voice skdnekjdjem. I don’t care if I’m completely off about this, I NEED crack fics of this dynamic

Jelly Days are here.

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Wanted to try something rq

reblog or the gods of glo up will not bless you

I-I 🤭

i know ft kiyoomi

warnings: fem!bodied reader, dirty talk, public indecency, mentions of bondage, unedited.

“kiyo would you rather fuck someone wearing a black dress or a white one?”

sakusa lifts his eyes from his phone, fixing you with an incredulous look.

“why are you asking me that in the middle of a very public dressing room, which i’m probably not even supposed to be in right now?”

“it’s literally 2pm and the store is practically empty kiyo. besides, i doubt the workers are paid enough to care anyway.”

“that’s not what i asked.”

rolling your eyes, you push the door of the dressing room open further, revealing the short, white dress you had on.

“i haven’t been laid in such a long time, and i have a good feeling about this weekend. i wanna make sure i look, y'know, fuckable or something.”

a muscle in sakusa’s jaw twitches as he glances over the dress, still leaning against the wall opposite to your dressing room, phone clutched in hand.

“okay, first of all fuckable isn’t a real word. secondly, what sort of bastard are you dating who’ll decide if he likes you based on your dress?”

pressing your lips together you squint at him, walking forward to grab his arm.

“ki-yo-omi, it’s not that deep, just tell me if you would rather fuck someone in a white dress or a black one.”

“if it’s someone i’m interested in, their clothing would not matter.”

hiding a grin, you shake your head slightly. your best friend really was leagues apart from most men you had met.

“okay so the white one then?”

shrugging, sakusa straightens, slipping his phone into the pocket of his dark slacks. “get whatever dress you want, if you’d like i could buy you both.”

“kiyo, just say you wouldn’t fuck me next time,” you whine, “stop avoiding the question.”

a hand catches your wrist as you turn to go back to change your clothes, sakusa’s fingers warm against your skin.

“i never said i wouldn’t fu- i wouldn’t have sex with you. stop putting words into my mouth.”

“fuck kiyo, fuck me. say it properly c'mon, we’re not kids anymore.”

scowling he lets go of your hand, “don’t be a brat.”

“oh yeah? and what are you going to do about it?”

you hear him scoff as you move to close the door, only to have the door be pushed back and find yourself pushed against a mirrored wall, the door clicking closed behind sakusa.

“kiyo, what the hell-”

“you think i don’t want to fuck you? you think i don’t fantasize about tying you up and making you beg for me?”

he moves closer, pressing a hand to the mirror beside your head, the other hand slipping inside your dress to grip your hip.

“do you have any idea what you do to me? how i feel like a complete caveman, devoid of any sense of rationality every time you show up in those little skirts? all i can ever think of is how much i want to flip them up and fuck you until you cry.”

you whimper, pussy clenching around nothing as sakusa’s lips brush against yours’, his thumb lazily stroking hipbone.

“every time you come whining about how some boy couldn’t make you cum, or left you unsatisfied, all i can think of is how i could make you cum without even making you take any clothes off- how i could make you cream around my dick so many times.

your lips part, as you moan, sakusa’s fingers now slipping into your soaked panties.

fingers lightly tracing your pussy, he sighs into the crook of your neck.

” i would fuck you in each and every one of your dresses.“

your eyes slide shut as he presses down your throbbing clit, head hitting against the mirror with a thud.

however instead of continuing, he moves away, "i’ll pay for both dresses and meet you outside, i’m sure he’ll fuck you regardless.”

I just love this so much!!! Great Job!!!

my Fem!Luffy RP expression icon LOG

It also serves as a practice on Oda sensei's manga art style. The first and foremost icon is my first try, last ones without filter color is latest.

THATS TOJI??????

LAWD

NO ONE FUCKING LOOK AT ME NO ONE TALK TO ME IM LITERALLY IN MENTAL DISTRESS OH MY GODDDDDDDD

So true

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So true but it’s so prettyyy!!

Still don’t know what thing this is but it’s adorable and I’d love to squeeze it for no reason at all. 

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