i am the neediest, clingiest, most detached and independent girl in the world

I am a woman of many talents.

Modern au where Sukuna is convicted and gives you one last kiss at the end of the trial

Fuck. Yeah.

no thoughts, just alt bfs <33 he lets you dye his hair every other month, looking forward to sitting on the tiled bathroom between your legs while you perch on the rim of the bathtub, painting over his overgrown buzzcut. he likes to give your knees little kisses as his foot tapps to some system of a down song you hum along to.

he'll happily accept your offer to do his makeup after you finish yours. you drag pencil eyeliner across his lids and corners of his eyes, smearing it in lazily until it's grey to add an even more tired appearance to his face. you finish off his quick look with a kiss to his cheekbone that leaves a dark lipstick print where your lips were.

before he goes out, he always makes sure to be wearing a piece of jewelry you've gifted him; chrome rings, matching red pendants, a little sword earring. he loves being asked where he got his jewelry because then he gets to mention you! "oh this? my beautiful girlfriend got them for me, thank you for asking."

he does not take his playlists seriously at all. he just shuffles his liked songs and calls it a day. he's got one playlist though, and its dedicated to makeouts with you. and he takes that very seriously. he loves pulling you on top of him from laying beside him. he likes to have you on top of him, thighs squeezing against his hips as you straddle him. you lean down to press your lips on his, holding his face with both hands gently while the playlist blasts over the sounds of your kisses. it always starts out gentle, polite even, but as soon as the playlists shuffles to she wants revenge, all niceties are thrown out the window. he pulls you close, and you follow his movement. your hands keep switching from his face, to his neck, to his chest, not knowing where to touch, but knowing you want to touch him. he mimicks similar movements, needing as much of you as he can get. he squeezes the flesh of your hips and lets his hands roam over your body, up his shirt your wearing to rub the skin of your waist and back. you need each other, and that's all you know.

Jesus, yes. I'm so glad the ending was carried away.

Fucking seriously.

you dont have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room to discover that the baby crawled out of his crib and onto that pottery wheel you forgot to turn off, and while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the babys soft cartilage head into something a little more modern.  it might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but lets see where the dog is going with this

This post is from 2013. It has less than 100 notes. Together we can revive this work of art that tragically ahead of its time. We’re ready for it now

Like a good scotch, this needed to sit.

You have been visited by the money cat He only appears once every July 22nd

This guardian of the money ether may give you some of his hard earned riches. You reblog, He decides.

Hellur kitteh!

imagine having your third date with kafka hibino and you end up back at his apartment, your arms and legs wrapped around him as he sits on the edge of his futon. you begin sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders, preparing to unveil your body to him before he raises a shaky hand to stop you, "y-you sure you wanna do this with me? i’m nothin’ special . . . not like you, anywa-“ you silence him with your lips, pulling the top of your dress down and placing both of his hands on your bare breasts. “i want you, kafka,” your lips against his ear make him shudder, “i think you’re so fucking handsome, you’re so strong,” your last word is accentuated by your hands cupping his brawny shoulders and squeezing. well damn, he thinks, this girl is way too sexy, glad i jerked off today. of course, in typical kafka fashion, he realizes all too late he’s said the words out loud rather than to himself . . . aaaand now you’re both blushing ᡣ𐭩

🤣 this is soooo cute!!

Well, here we go again with my lack of a better thing to say other than "JESUS FUCK" this is painfully beautiful.

you found yourself immersed in darkness, your vision stolen by the same blindfold the man above you wore every day. cold restraints are holding your hands above your head keeping you tied to the bedpost. cool air hitting the areas not covered by the pretty lingerie that adorns your skin. all other sensations are heightened and your breathe hitches at the familiar sound of your lover in your ear.

Fucking delicious, Bree.

I'm sorry but I HAVE to expand on this thought right now. Also, I was a little inspired by these hcs Sarah posted because 😮‍💨 they lowkey had me feeling some type of way ngl

♡ NSFW, fem reader, really slight size kink almost non-existent actually, lowkey chubby reader but anyone can read ofc ♡

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Imagine waking up to Kafka already getting dressed for work, watching him slip on a compression shirt that hugs his bulky stature and outlines his muscles and tummy. He turns to you, a soft smile on his face as he sees how cute and sleepy you look.

"Hey pretty girl. Did you sleep good?"

All you can muster up is a groggy nod of your head as you snuggle back under the blankets, basking in the warmth of your bed as Kafka walked over and planted a kiss on your forehead. He trails soft kisses down the bridge of your nose before finally kissing your lips, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulls away.

"I'll be home soon baby, love you."

As soon as he started walking away he heard your soft whines and turned right back around.

"What's wrong sweets? Do you need something? Tell me and I got it covered."

"You didn't kiss me goodbye."

"What? Yes I did baby, did you not feel me kiss you?"

He walks back over and gives you another kiss goodbye. "There, now I really gotta go."

"Kafka nooo."

"What? What's wrong?"

"You didn't kiss my pussy goodbye.."

He looks at you softly, letting out a small chuckle as he pulls the blankets off your body. His thick fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down around your ankles. He grips the soft flesh of your thighs, gently spreading your legs and planting a heated kiss on your wet folds, his tongue darting out momentarily to lick your clit.

"There. Better now baby?" He asks softly, licking the remnants of your juices off his lips.

"A-again."

"You're gonna make me late to work angel." He warns, but that doesn't deter him from planting another kiss on your pussy, trailing kisses onto your thighs and then back to your aching core.

"Okay, that's all you're getting 'til I come home."

He reaches up to gently squeeze your breasts, a soft smile forming on his face as a little gasp falls from your lips.

"You're just too cute for your own good, you know that?"

He gives you one more kiss goodbye before really leaving for work this time, already knowing it's going to be a long day for both of you without the other there.

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Rrrraaaahahahahahah I love this!!!

And I'm gonna be real here, I read what I wrote and was like wtf? I don't remember any of this 😆. But I'm so happy it kinda inspired you to write something so awesome ♡!