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HSHAHSHSGHhssjjagsghh y'all go read it rn it's so good

In Another Life

A thousand years ago, you were Muzan Kibutsuji's wife; the only person he ever felt close to, and the only comfort he clung to when his life was nearing its end. When he became a demon you were among the first to fall victim to his bloodlust.

Several lifetimes later you are reborn as a demon slayer, tasked with wiping demons off the face of the earth. When you are assigned to a mission to infiltrate the Eternal Paradise cult and get closer to the upper rank 2 demon, Douma, you find yourself face-to-face with the demon king himself.

The moment Muzan lays his eyes on Douma's new favorite, the world stands still. There you are, after a thousand years, the wife he devoured, the only one he has ever loved.

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(Once the story is complete I will post it to Tumblr as stories posted chapter-by-chapter never do well here)

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😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i'm not okay.

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p- panties? 😃

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

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that's my little pookie right there🔥🔥🔥

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sometimes instead of “why can’t they just be friends” i think it should be “why can’t they also be friends” because sometimes shipping feels much too much like forcing two pretty characters to kiss and be intimate without actually being interested in the dynamic the two people have. what about hanging out together. what about why they like being in each others company. what do they argue about. how do they patch things up. what do they laugh about.

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lord forgive me for what I'm thinking about rn

any time i zone out irl this is my mental screensaver that's all i see really

dont mind the background i dont like backgrounds

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I hate it so much when people downgrade an unhinged maniacal serial killer character who would 100% murder innocent beings sadistically into a cutie lil patootie uwu best boi pompom

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this hits so fucking hard to me as i have many sh scars on my wrist. i always imagined how would channie react to these ugly scars... ily so much mwah 💖

cw: mentions of s/h scars, insecurities, hurt/comfort, soft chan, 3rd person fem pov, swearing, mentions of body worship, small caps on purpose (please let me know if i missed any)

wc: 0.7k

a.n - HUGE DISCLAIMER. please please refrain from reading if you’re sensitive to any of the topics above. this is meant to be a vent post and NOT glorification of s/h, mental illnesses, ect. feel free to scroll if necessary. and if you want/need to talk my dms are always open. i love you all <3

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looking at herself in the mirror, y/n sighs. she ghosts her fingertips over the lines of scar tissue littering her outer thigh, each one a reminder of every time she’s struggled.

each one proof that she overcame them. that she survived.

even though she knows this she can’t help but critique them, and herself.

how could she have been so weak, so fragile that she let her thoughts and feelings consume her life so much to the extent that she broke.

fortunately for her, there had always someone there that picked up the shards of her soul that had been scattered around. he glued them back together with his love and overtime handed her heart back in one piece, almost as if it never was broken in the first place.

“hi baby,” chris greets as rests his chin on her shoulder, dragging her out of her thoughts.

“hey,” she mumbles, continuing to run her fingers over the length of a particularly large scar. her boyfriend’s hands move to hold her hips, afraid that if he lets go she’ll slip through his fingers.

“what did i tell you about that, hm?” his voice is low and gentle as he scans over her body. the same body that he quite literally worships, always reassuring her of his adoration.

y/n sighs and pinches her eyes shut so she doesn’t have to look at him as she replies, “criticizing them is almost as bad as creating them.”

chris pulls y/n closer before whispering into her ear, as if they weren’t the only ones in the room. “exactly. now look at me, baby.” y/n shakes her head, feeling too embarrassed.

“baby girl. look at me.” chris manages to keep his composure despite feeling about a dozen emotions at once. though, it’s not the first time she’s been like this and they both know that it won’t be the last. he’s never minded it, actually, and never will. he would rather her talk about her urges then act on them. however, he’d never let that happen as long as he’s alive.

y/n lifts her gaze to meet his in the mirror, watching as his lips curl into his familiar, warm smile.

“there she is,” he murmurs, “can i?” chris’s hand creeps down from her waist to her leg where her shorts are raised, her insecurities on display for him.

she nods as she leans back against his chest. she follows his fingers as they trace over the largest scar tainting her skin.

“no matter how many times i see them, i’m never going to stop loving them. loving you. but you know this already, don’t you baby?” y/n nods. of course she knows, chris doesn’t give her a moment to doubt- or even forget his words. and he never will.

“you’re strong, y’know that? you are so very strong. and i know you hate hearing it but it’s the truth. you persevered and even though it pains me to admit it, you did it all on your own. that takes guts, baby.” chris buries his face in her neck, placing soft kisses on the column of her throat.

they stay like this for a while: his arms wrapped around her as he sways back and forth. he finally breaks the silence after he turns her to face him. he cups her jaw before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“c’mon. let me run you a bath, yeah? i’ll make you some tea too.” y/n nods and smiles at him.

“thank you,” she laces their fingers together.

“for what, baby?”

“for loving me,” chris frowns slightly and pulls her into a comforting embrace, engulfing her in his warmth.

“you don’t ever need to feel the need to thank me for that, okay? i’ll always be here.”

whoever said that you can’t love somebody else until you love yourself was a fucking liar. chris is walking proof of this

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AAAHHHHHHH

i really don't think i need words to express myself on this

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i love your brain so much mwah

pussy inspection with chan after he cums in you?? he's def the type to lift your legs up and move them around a little to make sure it sticks, make sure you don't waste a single drop, then after a little while he spreads your folds and your hole with his bare fingers, looking at how cute it looks holding his cum inside.

"such a good girl, just a cute lil cum dump all for me, hmm?" and then he'd finally let your legs down so he can hold them over his shoulders and watch his cum drip out onto the sheets. if you're lucky and he's in the mood he'll clean you up with his tongue, lapping at your folds messily and taking in everything, maybe even makes a show out of it and licks it off the sheets too. insists that you just taste better when your juices mix with his cum like that and will probably end up giving you another orgasm cause he gets distracted and lets his tongue flick at your clit a little longer than usual. he just can't help that he's so addicted to your cute little whines and the way your legs tremble from the overstimulation. ><

bonus once he cleans you up with his tongue he doesn't swallow it, instead pulls you in for the sloppiest kiss cause he's just so filthy like that. also loves watching you drool out his cum cause you're too tired to kiss him back.

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OH MY FUCK THIS SOUNDS JUST LIKE HIM... THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED THIS I WAS LIKE :

[SMUT AUDIO]

Channie wanted to send you their new song but accidentally sent you this audio instead (♡´艸`)

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holy fuck that was hot

Imagine this...

Gojo always had intensive ruts. That was something he couldn't deny. Honestly, he was a little nervous for you, his omega, when you both shared his rut together for the first time.

At first, Gojo was able to hold himself back from many of the desired fantasies he wanted to recreate with you. Soon, however, he lost control of himself. Your body, your beautiful noises, your touch, your scent, it made him go feral. Gojo pounded into your tight cunt for hours, edged you into orgasm more times than you could count. Gojo felt like he couldn't stop.

It was euphoria.

Yet here he was, balls deep in his omega as you whined and cried. Gojo didn't know if he was psychotic or not, but your sobs only made his alpha growl in pleasure. He didn't want to stop. In fact, he wanted to fuck you even longer. But Gojo still held onto a bit of restraint as he kept himself from pistoning his hips into yours, allowing you to have a resemblance of a break.

"A-Alpha.." You whined, the noises emitting from high in your throat, almost like a shrill. Gojo breathlessly chuckled and ran his nose alongside your scent glands. "Yes, omega?" He practically purred. Your hands (that were once drawing deep red blood from his back) tangled in his hair. "I-I need to pee." You whimpered. Your face was either flushed in embarrassment or bliss from the amount of orgasms Gojo had drawer from your core.

Gojos hazed eyes glance back up to your fucked out face before he narrows his eyes and growls. "No." You felt your chest deflate from the whine that exhaled your lips. "Alpha, please!" Gojo seemed to shove his length deeper inside of you. "No. You're not moving from our nest. You are not moving off my cock." Gojo growled. Before another protest could leave your pathetic self, Gojo crashed his lips onto yours. You squirmed under his intense act of affection, but you both knew you were too weak to escape him.

A high-pitched whine, followed by multiple gasps, flew from your mouth when Gojos finger pressed down on your clit. The finger ran along your slit up onto your abdomen, back down to your clit, repeatedly. "G-Gojo no! I-I need to pee, y-you're going to make me..mhm~" You couldn't even finish your sentence. Gojo pulled another orgasm from you in no time. Inevitably, you also urinated on yourself from the pressure of his finger. After the wave of pleasure rolled through your body, you tried to hide your face away in pure embarrassment.

"My omega..your not leaving this bed, so get comfortable."

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A quick sketch of the siblings :) they aren't my fav characters but their dynamic is amazing <3

Lyney - Lynette - Freminet

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yes please

yes, yes, i am a huge fan of that rhythmic “uh uh uh” grunt that boys do when you’re fucking them.

I would like to add the “nnnnghhohhhmy godddd” they bellow when you slow down for a moment and focus on one sensitive spot.

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omg yess🥹🥹 even doms need reassurance from their partner and the way they actually enjoy being praised but refuse to show it is just SO GODDAMN CUTE☹️☹️💖💖💖

For the love of god, praise and reassure your Dom after sex. I cannot tell you the amount of times I’ve told a Dom they did a good job after sex and they’re like “???? Why are you saying that???” It’s INSANE. Aftercare goes both ways! Praise! Your! Dom! Tell them the specific things you liked! Tell them how hot they were! Tell them that you appreciate them taking control! It goes such a long way, trust me.