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atp i need to be powerwashed
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crazy how on twitter someone stole my post about iicf and just ignored me when i questioned it. literally wtf
omg my taco bell came❤️
work. hope it was good.
Yeah I meant nudes lol
BBCHFGFGGHG UMMMMMM????? Yeah sure whatever go for it????
men bonding over law enforcement/military backgrounds
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So I obviously haven't been logged in for, like, two years and my "for you" tab of the dashboard is weird and I'm trying to hone in on my interests, but I turned on the tab that shows me posts that people I follow have liked, and suddenly my dash is pretty full of terfy content? HELLO?
shotgunning
sukuna x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb c/w: smoking, shotgunning
“don’t you dare kiss me with food in your mouth,” you squeal, leaning away from sukuna, whose arms are wrapped around you tightly.
the air is hazy in the apartment and your head lolls to the side in an attempt to avoid his mouth. the joint sukuna had fished from his back pocket disgusted you at first, but then he pulled you closer and soon his mouth was hovering over yours as he exhaled.
you hadn’t put your lips to the paper, yet you swear your head was spinning just from the sheer softness of sukuna’s touch as he gripped your waist to blow the smoke into your lungs.
“kuna!” but, of course, he doesn’t listen to you in his daze, and presses his lips to yours, his cheeks full of strawberry mochi.
you push his shoulder away, and he stands straight; his eyes are half closed, and he has a smirk on his face as he chews.
“pretty sweet, huh?” he mumbles, pressing his mouth to your forehead. “like you, hm?”
“shut up,” your voice is breathy, and when sukuna visibly swallows, you grab the longer strands of pink hair at the back of his head and pull him into you.