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༘⋆📼˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚Double-Date night out🤭🤭 Ino x Tori + Katoso༘⋆📼˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

"Oh, don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me"

I said, "You're holding back, " she said, "Shut up and dance with me"

This woman is my destiny, she said

"Ooh, shut up and dance with me"

What will happen on that magical dancefloor? Will Ino confess? 🤭🤭 @lethargiccryptid 💜

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😳 🤭

satoru loves to send you videos whenever you’re in class or at work. he’s such a fucking tease, knowing damn well it’ll be hours before you’ll be able to get your hands on him again. for him though, he’ll never give you the chance to even think of forgetting about him.

the longer you’re apart, the more creative he gets with his content. he’ll start by sending mirror selfies in nothing but a pair of merciless gray sweatpants. without warning, he’ll move on to pictures of his hand gripping his cock through his briefs. you check your phone on your break, completely unsuspecting, and the sight heats your skin and makes your throat go dry.

he’ll send a video of himself slowly tugging down the waistband of his underwear, that pretty cock springing free. precum leaks from his tip, wet, shiny, enticing– proof of just how badly he needs you. he squeezes his shaft in attempt to satiate his need to have your tight little pussy swallow him whole, but nothing can compare.

it’s all you can do to make it through the rest of your shift without ruining your panties

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Hi! So you do think of soundtracks too while writing and imagining?! 🥰

Hiiiiiiii new mootie! 💕 Thanks for this super-interesting question (I could talk abt music FOREVER😅).

in short...YES!! I've always felt like music is best vehicle for a story...it simply has a language of its own, beyond any logic.

I'm a lyrics person and most of the times, my creative process starts from a quote or a whole song (that's why my drafts are packed with ideas that will probably never see the light of the day😅) I also have tons of writing/characters playlists (which maybe I'll end up sharing one day...)

Are you a music person too??? I'm soooooo curious abt getting to know my mooties better 😍

-Kat🦊

[fawnnpaws]

thinking of art being so turned on by the thought of breeding you that he’s not thinking straight… he really should pull out but your moans are so pretty and your tits are bouncing as he fucks you on his cock and he just halts when he’s about to cum and holds your hips there. is so turned on that he spurts inside you, staying completely still. doesn’t let a drop go to waste <3

EM………. yeewww get it <333

he knows he should pull out, he knows. it’s just that the idea of breeding you full, pumping his cum inside of you, seeing you pregnant, has his head going fuzzy and every rational thought leaving his brain. you’re not making it any easier on him. your pussy is sucking him in like she wants to be bred, so wet and inviting, practically begging him to paint your insides white. he shakes his head, he can’t. he shouldn’t… but your tits are bouncing so pretty as his hips drive into yours and they’d get so full if he bred you successfully. if he made it stick, if he really filled you, if he did it more than once. if, if, if— fuck he’s so close. his hands are on your hips, pulling you back hard to meet his thrusts.

“m’gonna— m’close— gotta pull out—“ he whines the last part like he’s been shot, but you’re too fucked out to even notice. all you do is moan, ah, ah, ah!s in time with his thrusts, and that makes things worse because he wants to hear more. there’s more he wants to give you. he’s close, he’s so fucking close, all he can feel is primal need to cum inside you, to breed you so full he knows it’ll take, to watch his cum spill out of your pussy just so he can fuck it back inside you— he needs to pull out. but he can’t.

“i can’t, i can’t, i can’t— just need to— just need—“ he can’t form complete sentences, he’s thrusting recklessly until he reaches his peak. he gives one hard thrust, the hardest he’s given you so far, then stills completely. his entire body shakes with the intensity, but his hips don’t move and he grips yours so tight he’s sure you’ll have bruises in the shape of his hands in an hour. he holds you still, pins you down, and lets his cum pulse inside of you. he wants it as deep as possible. he can’t risk you shifting even a little because he needs it all to spill inside.

he moves one hand to press on your lower tummy, right where he knows his cum is spreading. he can almost feel his dick through your skin, pulsing and kicking inside you. “take it, baby, just take it, god— good fucking girl, you feel that?” he babbles, unable to stop himself. he gives another couple shaky thrusts for good measure, to push it further inside you before he pulls out and marvels at the milky white pouring out of your sweet little pussy.

he hoped he’d have some sort of clarity after, feel enough guilt to go buy you a plan b, but he doesn’t. he just feels that need gnawing at him. the need to breed you again and again until it works.

[fuckmystupidfemcellife]

im retarded but im free

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[ashipiko]

😔 acey gotta keep better track of his cherry pie……

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Just taking a moment to SCREAM how much I love this platform... Currently reading masterpiece after masterpiece tonight and can't even express how much the quality and talent of you all lovely people leave me speechless... Tumblr has become my safe place lately and I really want to thank each one of you, mooties and non, for making this virtual space so special 💜

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Lu this was GREAT🥺😻🥺

The title gave me a lot of good vibes already (it reminds me of Blink 182, which I love😅)

And then... I really enjoyed the way you portray the fluffy moments of intimacy with Toji and Shiu's attitude...

The part of the pics simply melted my heart😭

What's My Age Again?

I can't allow his birthday to pass and post nothing. Happy Birthday to our husband, Toeji <3

Fluff, crack, suggestive but we are tame today!

“Birthday plans? You bent over the counter, ass covered in caramel and sprinkles.”

“For fucks sake, Fushiguro. Its Sunday.”

Toji smiled and kissed your cheek before rolling on top of you. “Even better. When you say ‘Oh God’, it won’t be in vain.” His hand traveled down to your waist as the rough pads of his fingers delicately traced your skin.

You laughed and it felt like heaven showed itself to him as your eyes closed and disappeared with every chuckle that left your lips. Your husbands birthday was coming up. What you thought was to be a special one. And it was only appropriate that you attempt to give him a sweet party with his favorite foods and favorite people.

“Baby. Be serious. Its a big deal. You’re turning 40. We’ve gotta do something to celebrate that.”

Raising his eyebrow and moving to sit up on his elbow, he mischievously smiled. “Babydoll, who told you I was turning 40?”

“Uhh well, Shiu told me that yo-”

“Shiu is playing with you and I am more so amazed that you don’t know how old I am without askin.”

Confused and honestly a little a perturbed, you sat yourself up, gathering the sheet to cover your bare chest. “Okay, lets be clear here. I asked Shiu 6 years ago at that party he had for his wife how old you were because you were being all elusive and shit about it.”

“And he told you 34?”

“Yes. he told me you were 34.”

“Sweet pea. I’ve got a 19 year old. That would’ve made me a teen dad.”

Even more confused now, you furrowed your brow. “No offense Fushiguro but if you were getting around the way you were in your 30s, I-”

The scar over his lip rose and he squinted “I’m going to pretend like you weren’t going to say that.”

Your giggle was almost immediately muffled by his attack of kisses. “You’ve got the hottest dilf this side of the Meguro river. That’s all that matters.” He spoke into your neck and wrapped his arms around you.

“I suppose so. But I want to have a little party for you. Something more than just a cake, a vacation and me bent over whatever surface you request for that year.”

“You’re saying this like it isn’t the best gift every single time.” Toji laid his head on your chest, kneading and almost settling into your bosom like a cat. “And every year we go through this where I sat its not a big deal and you say-”

“But it is a big deal!” you both spoke in unison as Toji raised the pitch oh his voice to tease you. You thumped his forehead and he squeezed you with a grin.

You could leave it alone. Let ignorance be the blissful heaven it was meant to be and pretend to be okay with not knowing his age.

Or you could let that nosey trait do its job and find the truth.

“You’re right. You can be 75 and I’ll still want to slide down your chest.” you winked and wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer.

“Atta girl.”

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The air in Shiu Kong’s office carried a faint whiff of leather and expensive cologne. It was the kind of place that screamed, “Don’t bother me unless someone’s dead.” You had only been here a handful of times, one to drag Toji’s ass out by his collar when he was attempting to get back into the business and the other when needing to drag Shiu’s ass out because his wife couldn’t find him. But today was different—you were here on a mission.

Shiu looked up from his desk as you entered, his eyebrow arching in mild surprise. “Well, well, if it isn’t my preferred half to Toji. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I need your help,” you said, plopping into the chair on the other side of his desk. “And by help, I mean information.”

Shiu smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Let me guess—Toji’s in trouble again? Or did he finally admit he lost that bet to me?”

“We’ll circle back to this betting nonsense,” you replied, folding your arms. “But I want to know how old he is.”

Shiu froze for a beat, then burst out laughing—a deep, throaty chuckle that made you regret walking through his door.

“I’m serious!” you insisted, leaning forward. “You gave me some dumb answer a few years back and you know him. He keeps dodging the question, and I know you know the answer.”

“Of course I do,” Shiu said, still grinning. “But what makes you think I’m going to tell you? This is gold. Why would I ruin the fun?”

“Because I’m desperate,” you admitted with a sigh. “He’s been deflecting all week—kissing me, telling me shit about our upcoming trip, changing the subject, the usual. I can’t let him win.”

Shiu tapped his chin thoughtfully, the smirk never leaving his face. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’s in it for me?”

You narrowed your eyes. “The satisfaction of knowing you’ve driven me one step closer to sanity?”

“Tempting, but no.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Here’s the deal: I’ll give you a hint. Just one. But the rest? You’re on your own. And I want a pot of budae jjigae.”

“Fine,” you said, gripping the armrests of your chair. “It’s a deal. What’s the hint?”

Shiu grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. “Let’s just say… Toji’s age is as elusive as his sense of responsibility. But if you really want to know, hes got this old duffel bag he’s had since I’ve known him.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t even considered that.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” He leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “That things like a treasure trove wherever he has it now. But I’ll warn you—whatever you find, you didn’t hear it from me.”

“Got it.” you said, standing up. “Thanks, Shiu. I’ll have your stew by the end of the week if this is at all helpful.”

“I like it spicy. And extra spam. Don’t forget!”

“You both eat like teenagers. No wonder your lady likes when we have potluck nights.”

Shiu shook his head, his laughter following you out of the office.

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Back at home, the closet was a mess. Toji’s version of “organized” could only be described as controlled chaos, with jackets tossed over boxes, stray weapons stashed in shoe racks and decade old pants flung on random shelves. You stood in the middle of it all, hands on your hips, staring at the heap of items you’d pulled out in your search for the infamous duffel bag.

“This man,” you muttered under your breath, tossing a rolled-up hoodie to the side. “How can he be so good at avoiding questions but so bad at cleaning?”

After moving a pile of shirts that hadn’t seen daylight in years you were sure, you finally spotted it—an old, worn duffel bag shoved into the back corner. Its faded black fabric looked like it had seen better days, and the zipper was barely holding on.

“There you are,” you whispered triumphantly, dragging it out and sitting in the center of the closet.

As you observed the bag to see where to start, something slipped out from the side pocket—a small stack of photographs, edges slightly bent with age. You picked them up, curious, and settled onto the floor to take a closer look.

The first photo caught you off guard. It was a black-and-white image of a young boy, maybe five or six, standing stiffly in front of a grand but cold-looking building. The Zenin compound, you realized. His clothes were neat but clearly hand-me-downs, and there was a wary look in his dark eyes, as if he didn’t trust the person behind the camera. Next to him stood another boy maybe a few years older and an older gentleman clearly smiling with a hint of inebriation under his cheeky grin.

Your chest tightened. He’s told you about most of his chidlhood. From bits and pieces about his mother to the rougher experiences living with power hungry nut jobs. You knew enough to know it hadn’t been easy. But seeing it—this quiet, vulnerable moment frozen in time—hit differently.

You flipped to the next photo. This one was brighter, taken outdoors. Toji looked a little older, maybe eight or nine, holding a wooden practice sword. He stood in a training yard, surrounded by other kids who all looked sharp and polished. Toji, on the other hand, now had the cut on his mouth and dirt smudged on his shirt. But what struck you was the determination in his expression—like he was daring the world to knock him down again.

“Oh, Toji,” you murmured, your fingers brushing over the edge of the photo.

The next image was the one that stopped you in your tracks.

It was Toji as a young adult, maybe twenty, twenty-one. He was sitting on a low wall, the setting sun casting warm light over his face. And he was smiling—not the smug, cocky grin you were used to, but a real, genuine smile. His hair was messy, and his posture was relaxed, almost carefree. For a moment, it felt like you were seeing a version of him untouched by the weight of the world.

Your heart swelled. You couldn’t help but smile back, as if the photo was alive and he could see you.

“What are you doing, snooping around?”

The sudden voice startled you, and you almost dropped the photos. Spinning around, you found Toji leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“I, uh…” You scrambled for an excuse, but your words died as you held up the picture of young Toji. “Is this you?”

His smirk faltered. For a moment, his expression softened as his gaze flicked to the photo in your hand. “Yeah. That was a long time ago.”

“You look… happy,” you said softly.

He didn’t respond right away, stepping into the room and crouching beside you. He plucked the photo from your hand, his thumb brushing over the surface as if remembering the moment it was taken.

“I guess I was, for a little while,” he said quietly. “The compound was quiet as my father had left to tend to business which meant my cousin was off being a nightmare in someone else’s life for a few hours. I’d say I was feeling pretty good.”

You didn’t push him for more. Instead, you reached out and placed a hand on his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze. “You deserved more of that.”

Toji glanced at you, his smirk returning—but this time, it was gentler, less guarded. “You getting all sentimental on me now?”

“Maybe,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

Toji placed the photo back onto the stack, his hand lingering as if reluctant to let it go. “Y’know,” he began, his voice quieter now, “I don’t keep these around to get all nostalgic. Just… sometimes it’s good to remember where you came from, even if it wasn’t great.”

You nodded, sensing the gravity in his words. “Makes sense. But seeing these, seeing you… it’s a reminder that you’ve come so far.”

Toji snorted lightly. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t go writing me a Hallmark card now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Fine, no sappy speeches. But I mean it. You’ve been through so much, and you’re still here, still fighting. That says something.”

He gave you a sideways glance, a flicker of vulnerability passing through his eyes before he masked it with his usual smirk. “Guess I have my reasons for sticking around,” he said, his gaze lingering on you just a little too long.

Your cheeks warmed, but you weren’t about to let him derail the moment. “Speaking of sticking around,” you said, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin, “are you ever going to tell me how long you’ve been around? Y’know, your age?”

Toji smiled and went from a squat to sitting next to you. “You really don’t let up, do you? You really wanna know my age?”

“I’d sell a kidney ro know.”

He leaned back, groaning dramatically. “I mean, if you’re serious, I know a guy who would give you a great deal for one.”

You lighlty punched his arm before leaning your head onto him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, fine. But don’t go telling everyone, got it?”

“Swear on my life,” you said, clasping your hands together in mock solemnity.

Toji shook his head, leaning in closer. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered his age, his voice low and deliberate.

Your eyes widened as you pulled back to look at him. “Wait, really?!”

He shrugged, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Told you it wasn’t that interesting.”

“Not interesting? Baby, you basically just told me a state secret,” you said, still processing the number. “You’re not getting away with that so easily. We’re revisiting this conversation later.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, standing up and ruffling your hair as if to dismiss the subject entirely. “Now, c’mon. If you’re done snooping, I’m starving.”

You huffed, but couldn’t help smiling as he headed toward the kitchen. “This isn’t over, Toji!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he called over his shoulder, his tone teasing but light. “Keep dreaming.”

You couldn’t help but think about that smile in the picture—the one you’d just seen mirrored, if only for a moment.

“Wait for me old man! I don’t want your hip to slip or you forget where the onions are!.” You yelled as you made your way out of the bedroom!”

“When I have you asking me to stop, I’m going to show you whose old, sweet pea.”

You couldn’t help but think about that smile in the picture—the one you’d just seen mirrored, if only for a moment. “i’ll have you begging for a life alert, big boy.”

Your man. Your baby. You Toji.

(I’m saying he’s 45 currently, final answer huehuehue)

[onlinedolly]

hello!! it’s so nice seeing another dc writer on here. your dad!erwin post was 👩🏻‍🍳💋 and i saw that you write for jjk. what are your thoughts on dad!gojo?? (he’s the love of ml)

cw: incest, p in v, baby trapping (slightly maybe), perv gojo

dad!toru makes me freak a little!!!!! ugh ugh i went w lil crazy i do apologize

dad!toru with crows feet and smile lines, who is the best dad in the world! at least, in your eyes. so loving and doting, it was different then it was with megumi, you were his. his precious girl, his angel, you were the sun and moon in his eyes i like to think.

and you and dad!toru had always been incredibly close, conjoined at the hip your mother used to always say, “practically twins!” you’d follow him around as a child, crawling into his lap, sitting right next to him on the couch, following him from room to room. and even at your adult age you suppose those habits didn’t break. you found yourself, more times then not, sprawled over your fathers lap while he watched tv, read the newspaper, busied himself with work. you were just always there and he loved it.

now that you were an adult dad!toru could see just how much you’ve changed. a image of your mother, yet softer and more…filled out. he’d realized he had these feelings, feelings a father should never have, when you began attending university. you were to go to a party, in a little black dress with a slit up the thigh, and it led into a heated argument and an image of you satoru found himself thinking of with his hand fisted around his cock.

and dad!toru doesnt really feel that guilty about it if we’re honest. he thinks that maybe he should, maybe it’d be better if he was riddled with guilt, disgusted by himself. maybe it’d make the urges settle. but they never did, and he spent most of his nights alone in bed picturing you in your pajama shorts, you in your underwear he caught glimpses of as he passed by the bathroom, you in nothing at all, as he’d cum around his hand.

when dad!toru finally snaps, finally makes a move that’s been years in the making, he’s surprised you don’t resist much. granted you didn’t know too awful much about sex, your father kept you pretty sheltered, and he made sure you cut off any friends who would put things like that in your head. so when he kissed you, rough and passionate, you simply kissed him back. it was sloppy and inexperienced and the thought of it had satorus cock leaking.

“i dunno..” was your only protest as he lays you back on the bed, crawling over you with a smirk on his face.

“don’t you love me?” he nosed your throat, peppering kisses down the length of it as you whined and nodded your head anxiously. that was all he needed to have your pajama shirt unbuttoned, taking a tit in his mouth and biting down on your nipple as you cry out.

he could feel the way you were trying to close your legs beneath and it lit a fire inside of him as he was quick to pulling your panties and shorts down. you whined, the feeling overwhelming, the feeling as if you were doing something wrong flashed over you. but it felt so good and he was your father, the last thing he was to do is put you in harms way right? he was pulling his sweats down as he pressed open mouth kisses to your tummy, down to your cunt.

“papa—“ you whine, wriggling underneath him in attempt to close your legs in shame. but satoru was too quick, pinning a leg down as he sees your cunt drool onto the bed.

“what a dirty girl.” he teases, lifting a finger up to run it up the length of you pussy, the feeling makes you yell out as he circles your clit softly. “i’m going to need to work you up, okay? i’m big and it’ll hurt if i don’t.” you weren’t sure what that meant, but you just nod your head, obedient as ever as he slips a finger inside of you.

the sensation burned, and it caused tears to prick your eyes as you mumble out a protest to which satoru just shushes. “give me a sec, you’re just so— tight.” he pulls his finger out before inserting it again making you whine out his name. soon he’s working you with two fingers, and then three, the sensation was dizzying. no more searing pain, just pure pleasure. unbeknownst to you, you were rocking against his fingers, looking for a spot you didn’t even know you had. and when he brushed your g spot you hollered out as he coos at you telling you what a good job you’re doing.

he coaxes an orgasm out of you, explaining how you’re feeling and what that means and how daddy’s only do this — like a good father should. and then he’s above you again, wiping your overwhelmed tears as he pushes himself into you with no warning.

the pain is back, except it’s tenfold, you cry out and dig your nails into his back as he groans. you were so tight and wet it made it hard to not cum from just pushing into you.

“everything’s okay now baby, you’re good ain’t cha?” he coos, pulling out to thrust back into you, letting you take him balls deep as you scratch at his back. he doesn’t give you time to adjust before he’s fucking into you ruthlessly, you’re sobbing as he angles his hips to press his cock against your g-spot before rutting himself in and out.

you aren’t doing much besides laying there, taking it, with sobs and moans escaping your lips. but that’s how toru likes it, being the one in complete control. he can feel the way your walls flutter around his cock, close to cumming as he searches for his own high. you both cum at the same time, you’re sobbing and yelling out as satoru releases inside of you. hot cum coating your walls and ur sends a shiver down your spine as you twitch. he wastes no time in pulling out once he’s done, placing a kiss to your tummy as he laughs, “maybe we’ll get one of our own.”

[v1x3n]

@mymutuals

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UWAA i nearly cried seeing the magma today!! thank you thank you thank you for making my 21st super special guys!! i feel so incredibly spoiled rn but so so so grateful!! (these all are now my pc lockscreen now hehehe + bday art i got in my asks.)

i mean just LOOK at these!! im so so so lucky to have been in the dca fandom for 1 year now and met so many of my beloved mootie patooties now!! this fandom holds a special place in my heart for everything its done for me and i don't think there's anything quite like it either!! it is a privilege to be surrounded by so many friends <3 im holding onto all the sweet birthday doodles, notes, and gifts i got and cherishing them forever!! /aff /gen <3

side note: i also think you all should see the sugar!clip plushie @lilakwii made hehehe. im kissing him and tossing him up in the air!! thanks for the sugar plush and new drawing tablet amongst the handful of things you've spoiled me with bestie like whaaat. <333

and um!! i can :3 irl now thanks to my new angel fang piercings i am living my best life. lots cake. lotsa goodies. i am so sleepy but so happy. :3

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Thank you very much for the tag @sillyariii! Love this kind of games💜😁

Here's a mini-me 🤭The graphics of this game are so cool and inclusive!😻

No pressure tags: @lazyjellyfish300 @lethargiccryptid @ambiguouslady42 @jadedjane @cmdrfupa @pmpmyread @kentocalls @mysteria157

Challenge >:3

using this picrew make it look like you :D

no magical color eyes

Make it look as much like you as possible

you can do whatever with the background and stuff tho

Tagging: @ranboothesillyartist @raccoon-in-a-dumpster @i-ate-your-children @anonymouscringe @spideygal @seagull-dustin @sotogalmo @maecraft @i-like-cats-and-stars36 @ascendeddd @astertheabbs

@deadpuppetboi @connectionterminated13

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Where do I begin?

I've locked myself in the restroom to seek a moment to collect my thoughts about last year....

2024 has been a challenge for me but now that it's gone I've already started to see it under a different light...

One of my resolutions for this new year is making peace with the past, finally understanding that you can't repeat it, just like The Great Gatsby taught me... I wanna embrace this new important chapter of my life with no expectations, no regrets and above all, no restraints... I just wanna live the highs the lows, everything life will throw my way...

But this wasn't the main purpose of this post: I cannot enter this new year without thanking everyone I met here this year... Opening this blog was definitely one of the best choices I made last year...so THANK YOU once again for being here, for gifting me with your time while reading my works, I treasure your support above all else.

To my beloved mooties, you are a second family for me, and I cannot express how grateful I am for you💕

I wish you all a sparkling 2025, full of love, achievements, (self)love....and lots, lots of delulu🤭🤭

Keep on dreaming, keep on shining

With love,

-Kat🦊

(Ps: sorry for the shitty language, alcohol is kicking in I guess😅)

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having scary dog privileges when going out in public with Bakugo

Except people only avoid him because they’re afraid of getting rabies 😭😭

he’s just so chaotic he has to be infected

LMFAOOO UR IN MY BRAIN BC I THINK THIS !!!!

(him n my oc r like this cough coiugh cough)

i mean,, look at him..💀 sure, he's scary and big n buff n whatnot but also he looks like a damn dog with rabies the way he walks around shoulders slouched n saggy n with that impossible frown on his face. (plus his little waddle) and if you catch him on a good day he's even scaries cus hes walking upright like he does when he has those big ass gauntlets on his arms and hes just smuch more imposing and scary😭😭😭 (🤤)

and the way he practically snarls foaming at the mouth at the thought of anyone daring to approach you with any typa romantic intent,,very scary stuff indeed. goosebump inducing.

like he's scary in the way hes intimidating and also he looks like a freak😭 plus he's just soo loud when he feels threatened. like if he thinks someone (god bless their soul for even having the balls big enough to walk up trynna flirt) is trynna start something with you hes all GLARESS. the pressure in the room goes hard and when the person doesnt get the hint he will very much start talking for you. he'll lean over your shoulder where he was walking next you and full on get in ppls faces😭😭

"HAAAH???!!! you can't hear or somethin' ?! we're fuckin' busy !"

he'll be so pissed off about the interaction he'll keep mumbling about some "tch,,damn extra..trynna start shit with me.." he'll keep doin this till you kiss his boo boo's better

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Thank you for the tag, Jelly!!💜 Your pics are so...you: sweet and beautiful 😍

No pressure tags: @jadedjane @bjorkshire-pudding @seoups and anyone else who wants to join this cute game💜

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search up on pinterest : lyrics, color, character, place, outfit, and aesthetic.

no pressure tags — @gojosoups @kasukuna @angi-of-avalon @baepsays @itadoriest @lostfracturess @norikuna @toadtoru @yenayaps @neovillains + anyone who wants to join in!