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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 8 months
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someone help them
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puppypeter · 8 months
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I want to read about Jamie courting the hell out of Roy, wining and dining him, bringing him coffee in the morning, leaving him pastries on his desk with a sweet post it note, buying him flowers, making him hella flustered and panicky at the lack of control because that's always been Roy's role when dating someone
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fizzigigsimmer · 4 months
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What if Billy and Gator met at sports camp when they were in middle school? What if they were rivals for the first few summers until their cabin pranks went too far and they got stuck in isolation together? Dot sends Gator a letter once a week, and his dad will always sign something at the bottom like ‘Go get em sport!’ but Gator knows Dot’s the one who remembers. Having to share a cabin with Billy, Gator realizes that Billy never gets any letters from home even though he always looks hopeful when they go to the mailboxes, and then crushed and pissed off in turns when he sees his is empty.
He feels smug about it at first until Billy gets a postcard one day from his mom and is silent for the rest of the day. And that’s when it comes out, that Billy hasn’t heard from his mom since she packed a bag one day and left while he was at school. She left him a letter, promising to come back and she called sometimes, but after the divorce was finalized the calls got fewer… and fewer. The postcard is the first he’s heard from his mom in months. She sent it from Niagara Falls - wrote she’s on her honeymoon. And even though Billy’s face is blank while he says all of this, Gator can hear the strain in his voice and the effort it’s taking not to cry and for once he doesn’t talk smack or give Billy shit. Cause he hasn’t heard anything since his mom walked out on him. Not even a goodbye.
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tacit-semantics · 11 months
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About two rows left!!!
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royaltea000 · 1 year
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Manta rays always look like nuns to me 
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monty-glasses-roxy · 8 months
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With all that in mind, I'm dead set on Roxy and Cassie stealing a shopping trolley and falling riding down a hill in it. Meteors is about the stupid as well as the serious and the wholesome lmao
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heybobbygirl · 9 months
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the human body is so weird. and its so weird that so many people think that because its literally our body. like. its always been like this. what are we comparing it to.
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zuble · 1 year
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auuggtgghhhhhh i need to see a dermatologist but the earliest i can get in is july. fucking july. help.
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seraphim-soulmate · 1 year
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kinda crazy how a guy will have chronic health problems and then get other health problems on top of that. you should get ONE thing and that's IT.
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inkykeiji · 2 years
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oh my god that bruise looks so painful...i love it! haha and it does indeed look like a nebula 🤯 god there's honestly nothing better than getting a nice bruise and then being able to admire it or prod it 😊
HAHAHAHA MAY please i love u!!!!!!! it is extremely painful hehe and it was actually swollen for the first few days after he bit me, while the bruise was developing (it didn’t show up until the second/third day!). doesn’t it!! so prettyyyy 🥺🥺 honestly you’re so right, i want another one on my thigh :(
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bibottes · 1 month
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id: a pair of chunky pink bjd legs, attached with a hip. The sculpting is messy. The first picture shows it head on, the second shows it mid step, and the third shows it with its leg bent back all the way. It’s supported by a hand in the third picture, but in the first two it’s totally freestanding. /end id
First pass!! It works!! I’m so happy it stands up on its own. It’s really stable!
I accidentally used too dark a shade of clay for the knee and toe joints, so I just mixed a lighter one for the rest. I was gonna go back and remake them which is why it doesn’t have toes yet, but I kinda like it!
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suguann · 2 months
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When you first introduce him, Simon instantly knows that he hates your now ex-boyfriend—especially after he broke up with you only two months into the relationship, and the reason behind it sets his teeth on edge.
You’re perfect and so sweet; how could he—
“He broke up with me because…I um…Do I really have to say it? It’s embarrassing.” 
He bumps his knee into yours because he really fucking sucks at saying the right thing when the moment calls for it. “You don’t have to say anything.”
With a huff, you get a little flustered and glance down into your glass of beer, brows furrowed. “I couldn’t make him fit.” 
It’s so soft, but he hears it as if you’d shouted it across the bar.
The only thought he can think of is that your ex-boyfriend is an idiot once he has your back pressed up against his chest and trembling thighs spread over top of his. Three of his thick fingers already work deep inside of you, filling the room with filthy squelching sounds and your breathy moans.
His thumb carefully drags over your clit, loving how you twitch in his arms. “See? Someone just needed to stretch your little pussy properly, huh?”
“Mhm.” You nod, pressing yourself further into him, thighs butterflying open. “It feels so good.”
“You’re so loose and wet. I bet my cock would slip right in.”
Your walls clench and flutter around him, and it takes everything in him not to toss you onto the bed and fuck you into his sheets. “Simon, can you fuck me? Please?” 
It’s hard to deny you when you ask so sweetly, but he can’t give you what you want—not yet. You whine when he pulls one of his fingers out, but it cuts off into a surprised squeak when he grabs your smaller hand to bring it between your thighs. 
“Put one of your fingers inside your pussy.”
You turn your head to look up at him, kiss-bitten lips pulled into a pout. “But—”
“Come on, love, be good for me.” Teeth nip your jaw as a warning. “I know you can be so good for me.”
Slowly, you ease your finger in beside his with little pants of his name. His cock jumps against your back as he watches your cunt open up to suck in the intrusion—it makes his stomach twist. Simon traps your finger between his and curls them alongside his inside you, tearing a sharp cry from your chest.
“You’re so gorgeous.” His words are raw, rumbling somewhere deep within his chest. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. So full. Better than your boyfriend ever could.”
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scoreplings · 4 months
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i'm like 'i dont bruise easy' but i counted and i have 31 on just my legs rn 😭
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golisopod-mutual · 7 months
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grr for a while my knees have had this skin condition goin on and idk what it is but I switched soap and it went away. anyway im saving all my money for evie's surgery next week (it is going to cost every cent from my last month's worth of paychecks) so I haven't been able to buy the soap I usually use and as a result have been using my mom's bodywash and it has made my knees all shitty again. fuck you mystery skin condition i hate you
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sttoru · 24 days
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fav concubine trying to top but sukuna is... sukuna so he fucks her full nelson <3
𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. trying to show lord sukuna that you can indeed be on top of him in bed ends up backfiring almost immediately & results in you nearly passing out.
wc. 1.2k
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. size difference. full nelson position. degredation. objectification. mention of (almost) passing out. reader gets called ‘doll, little girl, woman.’ beta read? nope
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“i can do it, my lord,” you huff stubbornly. you don’t know where you got the courage from to be so assertive tonight. maybe it’s because of sukuna’s earlier words—those mocking words that he uttered to get a rise out of you. or to see you scared, perhaps.
‘y’re gonna need to do a lot more to keep me entertained, doll. gonna get bored of ya if y’ don’t.’
the sentences repeat in your head like a never ending chant. on one hand, you know sukuna was simply trying to play with your emotions, but on the other hand, you’re afraid that there might be some truth to his words. so, you take up the challenge.
“y’ can’t do shit, little girl,” sukuna rolls his eyes as he sees you climb onto his lap. his thick thighs are spread, his broad back against the headboard of the bed.
he doesn’t even try helping you like he usually does, with his hands guiding your hips. if you’re stubborn enough to try and be on top of the king of curses out of all people, you’re going to get minimal help.
“yes i can,” you mumble with a sense of uncertainty in your voice. you’ve never really done any of this. you’re usually on the receiving end, having sukuna easily move and bend your body however he sees fit. you’ve never imagined being in his place, “just watch me, my lord.”
you’re desperate to please him. you’re scared to lose your position as his favorite. you let the words get to your head—just like sukuna expected. the fact that you’re so gullible makes him stifle a condescending laugh.
“all ‘m seeing is you struggling to ride me,” the tall man clicks his tongue and his eyes lazily watch your attempts to sink down on his two, hard and dripping cocks. the contact his leaking tips makes with your cunt is enough to make sukuna grunt.
he’s trying hard to not slam you down on him fully. he’s used to take control—too used to it. seeing you struggle to even start is making him impatient.
“i-i’ll get it eventually, my lord,” you hiccup, nervous because of the fact that you’re on top of such a huge man. he’s staring at you menacingly, all his arms crossed over his chest. your hips tremble as you slide one of his cocks into your warm pussy, both of you hissing at the direct contact.
you try to fit the other in the same hole, but you simply cannot handle it at the moment. his upper dick slips right out and bumps against your clit instead. you clumsily fumble with the same one, trying to make place for it in your cunt.
sukuna can’t hold it in anymore. having you clamping down on one of his massive cocks, his girth stretching your small canal to fit all of it to the base and your face contorting in both discomfort and pleasure is making him lose it. “this isn’t gonna work. need to fuck you properly, doll.”
you’re not even one minute in and he’s yanked your small body off his lap, forcefully turning you around until your back is pressed against his chest and your head is rolled back to rest near his shoulder. sukuna’s upper hands hold your legs up by the back of your knees. his bottom set of hands wrap around his cocks and pushes one through your sensitive cunt whilst he fists the other.
“fff— mhhh! my lord! nonono,” you tear up. partially because the sudden intrusion hurts your insides and the stretch is unexpected, but mainly because you’re scared that sukuna’s angry with you. you don’t wish to lose his interest in you, “i’m sorry, let me try again.”
the king of curses slaps your clitoris harshly after that comment of yours. “that a demand? foolish woman,” he scoffs and his hips thrust upwards against the fat of your ass. squelchy noises fill the chambers and spill outside of the room—it’s loud. the bed creaking is unmissable as well with how fast he’s pounding you.
sukuna bites into your shoulder and holds back his grunts like that. he’s relentless, drilling into your cunt so hard that you’re getting numb. your body is limp in his beefy arms and your rationality leaves your mind. you’re more than overwhelmed.
“sorry, ‘m sorry,” you whine and try to babble about something, but it’s all incoherent. you’re feeling lightheaded due to how much you’re taking of him. it feels amazing, soul ascending, but your emotions are in the way. even when you try not to show any attachment to the man you swore not to like.
sukuna ignores your pleas. his focus is on your slutty cunt swallowing every inch of his lower dick like its nothing. you’re used to it—he’s made you used to it—and somehow you’re still as tight as the first time. that and your submission to him is exciting. your adorable noises. the form of your body as it fits perfectly against his like you’re made for him.
you are made for him. your purpose is to please him, submit to him and give him what he deserves. that’s why he keeps you around.
“stop y’r whining,” sukuna grumbles. your knees are forced up against your ears and your tits are bouncing with each harsh thrust. “y’r a dumb fucking thing,” the king of curses presses down on the bottom of your stomach, increasing the pleasure for you, whilst also pleasing himself by knowing how deep you’re taking him, “do you think ‘m actually going to let you go?”
your eyes widen as sukuna picks up on your internal worries. you know there’s no hiding your feelings from him, even if you don’t talk about them to him. it’s like he can sense them. or see right through you with those piercing red eyes that leave you shivering for days.
“y’re too delicious to let go of. i don’t intend on letting anyone else get a taste of this pussy,” sukuna smirks and his tongue rolls out to lick your left ear. you gasp at the feeling and moan right after. you don’t try being quiet. you don’t care if anyone hears you. the reassurance was all you needed.
everyone around the estate knows you’re getting your guts rearranged by the same lord they serve. it’s the same routine every day.
“y’re mine,” sukuna grumbles and speeds up his thrusts until you’re seeing stars. you’re not sure if you can hold out for much longer. you can already feel your orgasm building up—and judging by sukuna’s tight grip on your thighs—he’s close to emptying himself deep inside you as well.
you try your best to keep up with everything, but your human mind can only focus on so much at once. you mumble some words in agreement as your head tilts to the side, your vision turning blurry and fuzzy, “all yours, m’lord.”
sukuna grins mischievously. he’s completely won you over. he’s got you wrapped around his finger. you’re easy, even if you think you’re the complete opposite. the skilled curse knows just what to say to make you all putty in his hands.
you’re gullible. easily manipulated. a perfect target for his mockery and teasing. that’s why he always has fun with you—whether it’d be in bed or not. his comment earlier was just to mess with you.
and expected, you walked right into his trap. you’re his favorite. his favorite to play around with. his favorite human.
“all mine. only mine.”
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xoivy · 9 months
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ngl i'm getting worried abt my health because my bruises are taking way longer to heal lately and i keep getting mosquito bites only on my legs and those also haven't gone away yet despite being here for a little while as well
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