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27 (MDNI) | The Neighborhood Introvert | Average Weeb | Kpop Enthusiast

[elvenpathed]

Y’ALL I’M SO FUCKING EXCITED I COULD CRY

Sorry for the spam lol

But I have nowhere else to throw all that excitement at

I’m literally buzzing

I had to physically lay down I can’t get that stupid mouth out of my head

Or those damn cheekies

Again sorry for the spam

Feel free to block me

I won’t notice if you do lol no hard feelings

[itadoriahh]

i am NOT immune to jjk beach day illustration propaganda!!! beach day sketch dump 🙂‍↕️🥹🏖️

[tokkushin]

✦ enjin loves getting his hands messy — ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw : finger fucking, choking, deepthroating, drool ꒱

if enjin had to pick his favourite part of his body, his hands would be the easy answer — that is if his dick didn't exist.

not to boast, but his hands were sacred, "well-decorated" — dressed in the ground's finest ink that's never once caused him trouble with the ladies.

enjin loves seeing his hands in many ways . . . wrapped around umbreaker in the middle of a mission, poking at zanka's cheeks when he's in need of distraction. but if the blonde had to choose, his favourite would be seeing them lost in every inch of you.

darkened nails sinking into the plush of your thighs after a long day, inked skin trailing down the small of your back like it's habit. they stand out against your body, like something that was never meant to behave.

and enjin's never been subtle about his obsession, he's never felt the need to be — especially when he knows they drive you just as crazy as they do him.

when those same fingers explore every part of your mouth, the other slinking itself around your throat — drool inching down the patches of ink on his hands like it's determined to seep into his skin.

the tent in his pants only grows when you suck his fingers like a vice, pulling him deeper into the depths of you — a sweet escape from the reality of his life.

the low hum of your voice and the soft bat of your lashes is always when he thinks he might break — prying his eyes away as he tries to spare his dignity and not cum just from the sight alone.

he'd coax you through it all — thumbing at the veins that press against your skin and cooing when his fingers push just a little further.

enjin snickers when you splutter around them — watches with hazed eyes as you wrap your hands around his wrists and pull away, moaning his name softly as you rush to catch your breath.

he'd smile — playfully spread his fingers and watch the thin lines of drool seep down his palm. he never fails to praise your efforts, whispering that you did 'so good' while his dry hand wipes at your tears. his mind already wandering into the pits of desire as he thinks about where they'll end up next.

enjin knows he doesn't deserve much — a lowly reject that's somehow made his home in the cracks of the trashland.

but when you push your tongue out for more and drag his fingers back to your lips, he knows it's a sight even the spherites would envy.

a/n: felt like shakespeare writing this one tbh his hands are just so beautiful 😓 not using the full taglist cause i'm scared and i lwk might have to make one just for gachiakuta loll -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋

tagging the few ppl ik that like gachiakuta >_< : @kamislop @gyalcapone @suganoms @satiiv-a

[stlix]

I wanna see him broken and miserable

[dangerouslyfurrydragon]

You deserve someone who is 100% sure about you.

The end.

[leviathandi]

[llastr08o]

Tamsy f word caine. Ruined my pride month

I has studio paint now

[elvenpathed]

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUUUUUUUUUUUUs

GIMME GIMME

[itadoriahh]

stupid ahh sketch but the ref was too itafushi for me to ignore 💔💔

[satiiv-a]

stock images of people waking up

[hijkio]

🛁

[myenclosureplease]

shout out to my goat 🔥🔥🔥

[kitkatzzj]

beta bacon tamsy

[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: calling true form!sukuna by a nickname for the first time :: tags. fluff, sfw.

“ryo,” it rolls off your tongue naturally. as if you’ve called him that thousands of times before. you don’t realise it until he suddenly stops in his tracks.

sukuna narrows his eyes. you turn your head and look up, oblivious to your slip-up. the sorcerer doesn’t utter a word and instead glares down at your short frame. he looks irritated, or more annoyed.

“oh,” you realise why only a few seconds after.

you bow your head at him and try to explain yourself in a hurry. normally, you’d address him with respect like everyone else does. ‘my lord’, ‘lord sukuna’, or even ‘master’.

you nearly fall to your knees. you don’t know how or what sukuna’s going to do now that you’ve dropped the honorifics on accident and called him by a nickname.

you hold your hands together, “my deepest apologi—“

“again,” sukuna demands in a rough voice.

you freeze for a second before tilting your head back. you catch a glimpse of his expression; he’s amused, intrigued and perhaps still a bit annoyed. he repeats, “call me that again.”

sukuna isn’t annoyed by the fact that you’ve called him by a nickname for the first time. he’s annoyed, because your sweet voice makes him feel stuff he’s sworn to never feel for a regular human.

that warm feeling in his chest. . . he hates it. yet he yearns for it. from you.

you hesitate for a second, unsure if the firm tone in sukuna’s voice was a bad sign or not. you decide to just comply and hope for the best, “. . . ryo.”

sukuna grits his teeth. you think he’s mad, but in reality, he’s trying to eliminate the feelings of love from within him. your voice calling him so affectionately—so intimately; it makes him feel that warmth in his chest.

no one’s dared to call him anything like that before. everyone’s formal with him. it’s a must. sukuna’s used to everyone acknowledging his superiority in the conversations he holds. it’s a given.

no one refers to him so casually. no one dares to.

you’re the first one to break that pattern. the first one to make sukuna’s cold heart tremble. if it were anyone else, they’d be his dinner by now. but it’s you so it’s. . . fine, he assumes. an exception.

silence falls in the hallway. luckily, not another soul is around to witness the king of curses struggling to contain his own ‘foolish’ emotions.

sukuna clicks his tongue and sighs before continuing to walk ahead of you.

you scurry after him—keeping your head low. you don’t wish to upset him any further. you feel like you overstepped a boundary just now.

the silence continues for a couple seconds, both of you deep in thought.

sukuna’s the one to end the quiet atmosphere. his voice is as deep and cold as ever, though there’s no denying the subtle softness that creeps in whenever he talks with you.

he takes a deep breath and sighs. he keeps walking and doesn’t spare you a glance, however his words say enough;

“from now on, that’s the only way you’ll address me until i say otherwise, understood?”

[op-la]

"Who are you, Louis?"

For @ldpdlweek2026 day 4 - guilt | reconciliation and forgiveness

You can get this as a print here

[paltato]

oh wow it's been a minute since I've posted my art on here!!

I need to put him in a sock and toss him against a wall I love him <33

[gnocchioli]

Imagine all the things I could do if I just did them.