Lettin Virgy Simon Get Between Your Legs 👅

KEN SATO In ULTRAMAN: RISING (2024)

WE KEEP WINNING

SATOSUGU LINKS // mdni

⁀➷ CONTENT. why have only one when you can have both?

they fuck you raw between em

you’re their little toy

they pound you till you break

you’re dripping taking em both

two cocks feel so good

you choke on one, fuck the other

they stretch you wide open

you’re their filthy plaything

they rail you front and back

they take so good care of you

you’re a mess between those dicks

they double team you

they cum at the same time

sukuna doing your grwm voiceover | f. reader, s/h prns., crack 'n fluff, estb. rl ؛ ଓ

the mic is a cheap little thing—one of those clip-ons with a long cord and a half-broken clip that you swore was “totally fine for tiktok.” it’s taped to the desk lamp now, swaying slightly as sukuna leans back in your pink gaming chair, arms crossed over his chest like it might keep the cringe away. the video is on mute.

thank god. he would’ve walked out if he had to listen to your chipper little intro and do this dumbass voice-over. but he stays—grumbling, snarling under his breath, but he stays.

“ugh. fine,” he mutters as he hits record, voice low and already irritated. “hi. ’m narratin' her dumbass makeup thing. let’s get this over with.”

the video starts with you holding up your moisturizer to the camera like it’s a sacred relic. sukuna squints at the label.

“this one’s got... snail slime or some shit. don’t ask me. she swears by it. uses exactly three pumps, like a goddamn ritual. see? one, two... three. mmhmm. told you.”

he clicks his tongue when the next product flashes onscreen. your sunscreen.

“this one’s white as hell when it goes on. looks like a clown for a sec. she always pats it in too fast—like she’s in a race. it dries down okay, i guess. not that i notice. or care.”

he very much notices. always does. he sits on the bed pretending to scroll while you do this routine every morning. he's watched it with the intensity of a warrior memorizing enemy patterns.

now comes the concealer. the applicator dabs under your eyes with practiced precision.

“yeah. this part. five dots under each eye. exactly five. you miss one, she wipes the whole thing off like the world’s ending. don’t know why she bothers—looks good without all this crap anyway.”

he pauses.

“…not that i say that out loud.”

the beauty blender makes its entrance and sukuna actually groans.

“this sponge. she squeezes it before every use like it’s stress relief. and then she taps. forever. for e-ver. just... tap tap tap like an annoying little woodpecker.”

he mimics the sound with his fingers on the desk—tap, tap, tap—lazily, almost fondly.

your bronzer palette appears, slightly cracked in the corner. he narrows his eyes.

“this thing’s been through hell. she won’t throw it away. i offered to buy her a new one and she called me ‘sweet’ like i wasn’t trying to end this makeup horror show. anyway, she goes light-handed here. no muddy cheeks. she’s precise. annoying, but precise.”

his gaze flicks to the lipstick you picked—a soft, bitten pink.

“her favorite,” he says a little too quickly, a little too softly. then he clears his throat like the sentiment offended him. “whatever. next.”

the video ends with you posing for the camera, smiling. sukuna stares for a second too long. you’d edited a heart transition, too—sparkly pink.

“gross,” he mutters.

he clicks the mic off and pushes back from the desk like it burned him. “we done? finally?”

you post it anyway. mostly because the internet doesn’t deserve to be spared this kind of comedy gold. and overnight, the comments blow up. thirsting. begging. 

"i'd pay to listen to him read an audiobook."  "who is he and where can i sign up for the cult??"  "he sounds like he could ruin my life and i'd say thanks afterwards."

sukuna glares at the screen the next morning, cracking his knuckles like he’s ready to teleport into the comments section and throw hands.

“who the hell is sexyslut69 and why do they want me to whisper them affirmations?” he growls. “block ‘em. block all of ‘em.”

you laugh. he doesn’t. but when you offer to film another one, he grumbles a “tch” and sits back down in your chair.

“fine. but next time, you're using the expensive mic. and none of that heart bullshit at the end. i'm not doing that sparkly shit again.”

pause.

“…and do not let them think i’m for sale, you hear me? i’m yours. yours.”

Not even two braincells amongst them.

MAKE WAY SYLUS IS A MARRIED MAN ❤️

So happy we are getting the pre-engagement card now let Mephisto be the ring bearer then Luke & Kieran being the best men 🫶🏻

love how when zoro rides with chopper he is in cool big bro mode and when he's with luffy he's goofing around

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Simon Riley absolutely refuses to let you pay for your own nails. He noticed them on your first date, so pretty and delicate.

When you’d texted him a couple weeks later, mentioning offhandedly that you were going to get new ones done, he had replied immediately. A generous amount of money sent to your account and a note. ‘Get somethin’ pretty for me, Lovie’

Any arguments on the matter were not accepted and eventually you got used to it. (You’d tried paying for your own set only once and the man had pouted for weeks).

Not that this was entirely altruistic, of course. Simon liked to provide for you, yes. But he also loved the feeling of you running your nails through his hair and over his back when he lay on top of you. Lord knows his military salary and hazard pay were generous enough to cover it.

What had really sold him was when you added a special detail to the nail on your ring finger. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time but the way he froze when he noticed was enough to make it a permanent thing.

That small letter ‘S’ painted delicately on the tip of your fingernail rewired his brain chemistry. He was half tempted to get a tattoo to match. But he’d settled for staring at it non stop. (For now) Caressing the smooth, shiny surface with his calloused fingers and thinking of a ring he could get you to match it.