#I WROTE SM BYE

[satoruhour]

YES 2 HEAVEN

a/n: continuation of this. ARRRGHHH also i swear i couldve written this better i kinda hate this lol / tagging @jabamin @shotorus @hyomagiri @crysugu @valberry @lov3rbody ✶

wc: 4.1k (got carried away again ! lord help me)

warnings: dad!gojo, fem!reader, he is enamoured with you, dom!gojo, calls you ‘mama’, also like slight daddy kink, sex while pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, implied f! masturbation, oral / cunnilingus, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, pet names, spitting, mating press, multiple rounds, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

✶ dilf!gojo . . .

. . . who, when you were pregnant, could never get enough of your glow. sure, you’d look tired and worn out half the time but gojo thought you never looked better cradling your belly whilst you took your afternoon nap, or when you’d do some light chores around the house (you won over gojo trying to stop you). not to mention, your breasts were fuller and heavier with milk, soaking through your slip dresses often that he’s had to hide his hard-on more and more.

. . . who, on more than one occasion has had your tits caged within his hand: watching television, in naps, sex, he was unbelievably obsessed with the way the fabric around your nipples would leak and darken in colour. all he wanted was to knead them as he eats up your delicious moans, sucking hickies into your throat and holding your baby bump with his other hand. and then when satoru first peels the dress off of you, he whimpers, admiring the way your tits lactate and leak milk from its tip.

“s—satoru—” you’re sat sideways on his lap like the sweet girl you are and the first contact of his tongue around your nipple makes you let out a long moan. the sensitivity is all too much for you together with the heaviness of your belly and your hormones spiking and your husband simply smiles into your skin. he slurps at the liquid that drips from your tits, groaning into your breasts and the vibrations makes you clench your thighs together. it doesn’t go unnoticed by him when he’s got his hand between them, playing lazily with your clit and he presses a little harshly into your bundle of nerves and it draws such a beautiful cry and a spurt of your milk from your nipples right into his mouth. satoru cleans up well, noises similar to when he’d eat you out, “mmh… such perfect tits, mama, leaking so much milk just f’r me.” ✶

. . . whose hands look more rugged than he was young, fingertips a certain roughness to it from the boxes of the furniture of the nursery he’s carried to the training he still partakes in for young sorcerers. but they look especially pretty when he cuts up strawberries and bananas for your pancakes and later on, a teacup that barely makes its appearance in his hand from just how large he was in comparison to your baby girl’s tea set. your eyes also like to trail his hands as they skillfully weave your girl’s hair in a braid, hypnotised in which he uses his teeth to drag the hair tie to his fingers. satoru has a different opinion — he likes to see it on your belly when he wants to feel the baby kick and on your plush thighs when he’s teasing you, so close yet so far to your uncomfortable cunt.

. . . who uses your badly shaven job against you when his lips graze along your still full breasts and down to your torso. you can feel him drag the stubble against your inner thighs and it’s like he’s relishing in the way you squirm and thrash around on the bed, but the gojo below you is the culmination of multiple years of missions and caring for a baby girl. he looks so damn stunning between your legs as he usually does, except his features are more wrinkly and lenient and gentle, white strands turning just a little silver — it may just be the trick of the light.

but the way he eats you out has never changed — he’s already gone past making you beg for it. a hand on your inner thighs, caressing the skin and letting him do his damage, but it’s usually not long that gojo needs to hear you. “i heard you like this?” he laughs as he uses his teeth to pull at your underwear as he lifts your hips like you weigh nothing and his eyes are fixated on the way you’re leaking so much that there’s a string of arousal that connects your panties to your pussy. “’toru . .” you’re whining, grasping at nothing ’cause your belly was just too big. he finds your hand easily and twines your fingers. “yeah, angel?” with your legs propped up, he can appreciate the glory of your soaking pussy, and he thinks your tummy just looks divine, carrying a whole new life within it and still looking beautiful as ever. you preen when his mouth licks a stripe up your cunt and you can practically feel the stubble along your pussy lips. “mmh— was made to eat your pussy out, mama.” it’s no different from before. gojo eats you out with his skillful tongue, lapping at your folds and clit messily. you’re squeezing his hands at the intense sensations and he squeezes right back, other hand slowly drawing circles around your clenching, needy hole.

“look at ‘er,” gojo moans softly in awe as his finger parts your folds and he eases it in, your cunt automatically clamping down. you were right — they did feel rougher, bigger — it’s like you can feel the pads of his fingers and the lines on his digits. “so damn wettt . .” gradually he adds another and starts pumping them, moaning alongside you as your filthy husband nuzzles the bottom of his face into your sex and the prickle of his facial hair is so prominent — you just have to grind your hips onto his face. “careful of the baby, darling.” he lightly warns, fairly muffled, but he lets his little wife continue whatever she’s doing. “’toru, ’toru— needa c-cum . .” you’re whimpering, looking like a greek goddess as you’re dripping, dripping, all over satoru’s chin. “yeah? give it to daddy, baby, c’mon.” he moans into your clit, slurping up your juices mercilessly as his fingers reach so deep in you. “that’s right, that’s my girl— oooh fuckk . . . so much cum for me—” you’re cumming with a loud cry, plump thighs squeezing his head and he only presses his tongue deeper into your core as flood his tongue with your juices. he smacks his lips together and shoots you a smirk, “what a sweet thing my lil wife is — sweetest pussy too.” ✶

. . . who has to fuck you at least once while you’re pregnant, but he hadn’t imagined he would get so addicted to the look of your body rocking back and forth, so limp and pliant for him, especially with how he could easily do anything to you with how strong he was and yet you’re surrending everything up to him. satoru who has you in all sorts of positions where he can look at your supple breasts bounce as you cradle the baby in anxiety with one arm and the other is lining his back in red. and he hadn’t expected you’d be so horny too.

. . . whose dick you just can’t get enough of, pouncing on him once he’s gotten home from missions all sweaty and out of breath and your heart gets caught in your throat. guiding your hand to your little cunt when you wake in the morning to his toned chest and the look of soon-to-be-father looking so good on him. sending him little voice notes as you go on appointments by yourself (gojo hates himself for having a mission clash), but the contrast of your husband’s tear-filled apology before your needy audios is a stark contrast, fingers rubbing at your clit in the hospital toilet, unsatisfied. high-pitched whines whenever his cock would kiss your cervix juuust right and moaning how you want his cum in you, again

your husband throws his head back when he first sinks into you, but not before he slaps his cock along your folds, already soaking the sheets from the four times he’s made you cum. “f—fuck, so warm in here, baby.” gojo presses your hands to his lips and lays multiple kisses along it, even licking at your fingers and keeping his eyes locked on you while plunging them into your mouth. the gesture is sensual, hips rocking into you while his tongue glides over your fingers; he brings it to your clit after, helping you and satoru hopes he wouldn’t cum too early. especially when your hair is all splayed out with that glow along your cheeks. the position accentuate the curves of your body and your swelling stomach, and fuck, if he could paint, the image of your anatomy would be burned into his brain. “s’full, daddy.” he simply caresses your sore belly, “yeah? is it now?” he’s buried all the way to the hilt and the deepness sends a chill up your spine, “takin’ me like the good girl you are.”

“satoru, satoru, mmhhfuck,” your hands are holding into his forearms so tightly as he rocks into you, legs wrapped around his waist to trap him with your pussy and you truly wish your baby bump would be bigger so you didn’t have to look at your husband’s fucked out face and sweaty locks, grunts leaving his mouth as he continues to fuck into you with firm, solid thrusts. “w-what is it, sweeth— s-shit, this pussy’s too fuckin’ good.” you mewl at the words, staring up at him through hooded lids and a lax jaw. “tell me what— fuucck— you want, baby,” your words are beyond comprehensible, so you only can moan louder and babble over and over again, “cum— wan’ your cum, wan’ your cum, ’toru!” and gojo has a full blown aneurysm at the way you beg even when you were already knocked up. gojo’s breath and hips stutter at the way you hold onto his arm and plead, cumming straight into the warmth of your cunt with a loud groan. “don’t know how much i love your cunt, sweets.” ✶

. . . who, once you give birth to your baby girl, has never stopped thirsting over you, but he’s a little more considerate in letting your body rest. most of the time he’s pleasuring you just as you were with your baby bump, always the quickest to stand up and run to the nursery when he’d hear the baby’s cries or pass off him being between your legs as just wrestling as your darling girl gets another terrible nightmare. satoru has put you first, always, but lately the chivalrous acts that he’s been doing is landing you in a position of a dilemma — between decorum of a mother and the filthiness of a wife whose husband is just too hot.

. . . who stands out to you more with his new found love for tight black shirts and low riding sweatpants, always prancing around the penthouse with it glued to his body and accentuates just the best parts of his body. you weren’t sure if it was the post pregnancy hormones doing its job or whatever, but there are many times where you can see yourself staring a little too much: on movie nights when he manspreads and adjust his hips, one hand tucked behind the sofa and you can see the muscles in his arm moving. all gojo asks is “take a picture. it’ll last longer, baby,” and you just roll your eyes, but not before one more glance to his inviting lap. when it’s the morning and you’re already up tending to the baby, bouncing her around and breastfeeding her before your head snaps to the low, raspy greeting and you’re blessed with satoru and his arm up on the doorframe, watching you. he’s yawning and scratching at his torso while the sweatpants ride low, showing a peek of his v-line and happy trail. he’s giving you the sweetest, yet somehow sexiest smile as he saunters up to you, surrounded by his toned body and strong arms.

. . . who knows what he’s doing when he sees your distracted stares to the point your baby girl has to drag your hand full of food to her mouth; or in times of sleepiness in the dawn where all he wears are boxers and he has the gift of hearing your not so quiet gasp when you see him emerge from the bathroom after his morning skincare. what really seals the deal though, is the day you had a reunion with the students of jujutsu high, a nice little picnic out near tokiwa bridge and gojo just had to show his girls off — what was meant to be a wholesome day turned into thoughts of your husband’s physique as he challenges nanami to a “carry-off”, the still stoic sorcerer not even bothering to participate as gojo swoops you both into his arms. your daughter on his right and you on his left, and you’re scrambling to grab his shoulder. it sinks into you like an anchor: just how fit he was, the lines of his tense arm, the cheeky wink he sends to you while you’re up there. you only hope he can’t feel your pussy throb from that.

“you alright, darling?” your baby’s asleep comfortably on your chest, and your eyes can only burn holes into the hand that’s resting on your thigh, swallowing before facing your husband who only seemed to get hotter the more he ages. when you turn to him he’s already looking at you, a lopsided smile on his face before he breaks eye contact and steps on the gas when the traffic light turns green, letting out a loaded exhale when you grab his hand and twine your fingers.

that two person carry has been etched onto your mind long after you’ve reached the penthouse along with everything that’s been going on, but you’re interrupted when satoru squeezes your hand, pulling you into his embrace while keeping your darling girl asleep. he’s skilled at that, as he is with his lips, pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. you can feel your stomach turn with anticipation, tasting his gloss as he whispers “should we order takeout tonight?”

you hum, “i can cook, ’toru.”

his hands feel hot on your waist, “rest today, baby. we did spend a whole day in the hot sun,” they draw circles on your lower back, “plus, we have that event tomorrow, don’t wanna tire you out.”

“the event’s at night you goof,” you laugh, a slow hand stroking your daughter’s hair. stark white and striking as always.

“still.” he grins and winks like there’s some ulterior motive, leaning in to kiss you again before your girl rouses and yawns.

“good morning, my love.” satoru coos as she finds her bearings, looking around in confusion and only being able to focus on her father’s hand on her hair.

“na-na-min?” the awkward plea in her voice would drive gojo to burn the world down, to call nanami right now to meet up again, but he knows all that would only warrant annoyance. he could call yuji, but he did mention something about having dinner with his partner tonight.

gojo feels bad to be breaking her heart like this, “no, darling, ’m sorry.” his heart breaks even more when she breaks into a slight cry and he attempts to quell her sobs by baby-talking her.

“c’mon, why don’t you let papa carry you, and mama can head off to take care of herself, hm?” he suggests with a big grin, mood changing instantly as he plucks her out of your arms, again emphasising his strong arms when they hold her on one side and curl another around you. “go clean up first. i’ll settle dinner for her.”

but the shower seemed to be a bad idea at the time, emerging from the steamy bathroom to see your husband with his shirt off and the baby already all cleaned up and fed. she was swaddled in her most comfortable blanket, the fabric of it peeping out from the side as your eyes focus on the rippling muscles of gojo’s back. he bounces the baby gently as he burps her, muttering little praises and sounds.

“oh, baby—” he catches sight of you in the doorway in a towel and he only smiles, not knowing how you were trying to digest just how broad his shoulders were and how small his waist was. had he always been so fine?

“heard about skin to skin contact with your baby,” he whispers, “says it increases our bond.”

and if you could, you’d drag him back to the chapel all over again to renew your vows, because you didn’t expect him to be such a sap. you also didn’t expect him to read you so well. the baby’s asleep and it’s well past midnight, masking yet another shaky sigh when your body sinks more into his side.

“satoru—”

“yeeess . .?” 

you stand up with vigour you didn’t think you have, plopping yourself down onto his lap and all he does is smile slyly. the way his bare body moves as he leans back is enough drive for you to shut him up.

“haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“oh? you have a crush on me?”

so infuriating as always. you roll your eyes and grind down on him, igniting such a familiar and archaic feeling that you haven’t felt in a long time: his bulge against you, the soft groan he lets out. he’s always been treating you time and time, and yet he puts his own needs on hold. a perfect husband like him waited only for you to initiate things, and yet you wonder why it took you so long. maybe it was the baby taking up most of your time, maybe it was him being on missions and coming home dead-beat tired.

maybe you knew you’d never turn back if you indulged yourself — pushing out a whole baby wasn’t exactly easy. but you’ve missed him. on you, in you.

“we’re married, you dumbass.”

“still in disbelief, my bad.” gojo laughs, “is there anything you wanna tell me?”

you sigh, pulling him to you so your foreheads would touch. you breathe onto his lips — “please take care of me.”

oh, gojo satoru did take care of you and more, burying his face between your legs and making you cum over and over. he made your voice hoarse and your thighs ache, juices soaking the sheets from just how wet you were.

“oh, you needed this, huh?”

“shut up.” gojo moans when you push him back onto your cunt, already having orgasmed thrice just from his tongue. he was skillful and he knew it, just as much as he knew just how tight you’d be when he smeared your cum all over your pussy and pushed past your folds. satoru whines at the tightness, at having missed your cunt wrapped around him for so long that he can tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

“f—fuck . . so fuckin’ good, s’tight . .” you’re not that well off, either, thinking the shower was a waste of water as your sweaty stomach heaved in anticipation while he bottomed out. gojo cries out in a choked moan, “you feel so g—good, mama.”

“w-who’s needing it now?” you breathe out, fingers digging into his shoulders so harshly it hurt. you catch a glimpse of satoru’s smile and a shake of his head — you’d need to be carried tomorrow, for sure.

he pulls out and slams back in so accurately you let out a loud moan, insides turning to mush after so long. the feel of him filling you up is like none other, pussy gripping onto him like a vice. you can’t remember the last time you let him take you.

“so p-perfect for me—” gojo rasps out, looking at you drunkenly. the mother of his child, his wife, it weighs on him and he just thinks he needs to fuck you until you know how much joy you bring to his life. your body rocks as your lover fucks into you, hovering over your body and looking so ethereal. his hair falls into his eyes that you just have to pull him down, crashing your lips against his. the moans he lets out against your face is lovely and you can feel his cock twitch as your legs wrap around his waist.

“‘toru— shiiitt . .” your back arches off of the bed, body caving into satoru like second nature. he lets out babbles against your lips, room filled with the sounds of his balls slamming into your ass, coupled with your weeping pussy, coating his length with all that you can give to him. “so deep—”

“that’s ’cause you’re suckin’ me in, baby—” he laughs breathlessly, cutting off your answer with another kiss, feeling the brush of pelvic bone against your clit. it’s all you need to cum hard, still sensitive after so long and your pussy clenches around gojo’s shaft even tighter; it gets gojo whining into the kiss before he reaches his high too, spilling into you with wide eyes and stuttering hips. you moan at the sensation, eyes pleading your husband for more, more, more. 

“forgot how much i loved doing that, f-fuck—” gojo hums as he removes your legs from his waist, pushing you into a deep mating press and you squeal when you feel his cock barely hit your g-spot in this new position, “yeah? ya feel that?”

you nod mindlessly, hands now holding onto his forearms before his hips start moving again and you’re left to whining like a slut. your thighs dig into your chest as gojo folds your body in half, rutting into you messily. there’s so much cum, mixed in filthily as your words only descend into incoherence.

“yes, yes, yes!” are all you can manage as gojo grunts from above you: his stubble, his broad shoulders, his matured face, they all look beautiful in the cold night. he’s so focused on the way your cunt sucks him in, hips stammering when your hand comes into view to rub your clit. “give it all t’me, daddy.”

there’s a small growl that leaves his lips at that, pace reaching an animalistic one as he angles his hips. “open y’mouth.” 

satoru is driven crazy when you obey silently, and he has to push deeper into you to reach your mouth, making you falter and pull your brows together — you recover fast enough to catch the spit hanging from his mouth, dribbling slowly into your mouth even when gojo’s hips never stop their assault.

“attagirl,” he praises, smiling softly at the way your pussy twitched at that. he knows you’re close by the look in your eyes, grasping aimlessly at his shoulders. 

“gonna let me cum in you again? hm?” gojo’s thrusts are sloppy now, fuelled by the squelch of your drooling cunt, “gonna let daddy put another baby in you?”

you mewl at that, “wan’ that— want all of it—” intoxicated on his cock, they hit the deepest parts of you; you know and love the way his tip hits your sweet spot, you know and love the way the shaved pubes of his pelvis brush up against your clit so well.

“take it then—” gojo grunts, holding your legs up and meets your eyes and the simple call of his name has him shivering. he cums deep, shooting his load so white and hot in you that you’re moaning loudly at the feeling, hand on your clit increasing in pace before your fifth for the night, legs trembling in his grip and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. 

gojo thinks you’re god. “that’s it— shit, take all of my cum, mama.” you can barely see blue, rather seeing spots of white that fill your vision and you get dizzy and overstimulated, groaning finally when he removes his cock from you. so much cum spills out, pussy pushing it out and satoru bites his lips at the sight.

but you both know you’re far from done when gojo lies on his back, ulterior motive fulfilled when he sees you climb on top of him and drag your pussy along the base of his dick. with you like this, stretch marks and plumpier breasts, you still look as beautiful as you did before the baby, letting you interlock your fingers with his. 

your mouth falls open in a soft “satoru” as you sink down onto his still hard, leaking cock and he never wants to look at anyone else ever again, lest he misses even one second of witnessing a goddess like you at work.

gojo cannot resist sitting up to meet you halfway in a soft kiss (“thank you, ’toru. you always take care of me so well.”) and it gives him all the confirmation he needs when your hips first move and the moans and the lewd sounds of your cunt sound more heavenly than all the choirs in the world.

“it’s what you deserve, baby. only the best.”

#I WROTE SM BYE #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk scenarios #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojou satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader

[whirlybirdwhat]

anyway. would you guys love me still if i came back a year later and started posting trigun

#and naruto. and critrole campaign one. sorry guyss college changed me as a person. turns out having a challenging major and writing-hinderi #ing injuries and like #a whole other personal shit reaallyyyyyy fucks up ur online presencce and your aabiity to communicate!!! but im okay now. life is beautiful #again at least. and i just wrote for the first time in a year basically and am not as depressed woo!!!!!!!! #i got to fly in helicopters and planes and shit. life is great and i have sarah. ily sarah sm mwaah #okay shit anyway. 10k incoming bye #ALLSO WAIT if you ssent me anyhing in the past year i mostly likely haave not seen it so if u still wanna send me it agaain - pleaase do!!! #missssed thiss

[goldenhypen]

btw,,,,

DNDNDJDJDNDKSS BYE-

#ARE THEY OK #ARE THEY O K A Y #DID THEY EVEN GIVE US A SECOND FHOUGHT????? #THEY LOOK SO FINE #AND W THE B&W #OOOOOO #IM CERTIANTLY NOT OK #IM ACTUALLY SHAKING #I ALMOST WROTE JAKING #HELP??????? #😭😭😭😭😭😭 #DO YOU SEE THE EFFECT THEY HAVE ON ME #SO RUDE #SO. RUDE. #SOMEONE STOP THEM BEFORE I ACTUALLY GO CRAZY #I LOVE THESE SM OMG #and the design of the covers too are so cool i love it sm #BUT ANYWAYS #IM NOT OK #GONNA GO DCREAM AND CRY IN THE CORNER NOW BYE #em speaks #♡ #∞

[noxtivagus]

I WILL PLAY PERSONA 3 ONE DAY 🥹🫶🏼

#🌙.rambles #[ persona. ] #it'll be my favorite i bet #makoto's my fav alrdy in the whole series n i barely know anything #^^ then naoto/yusuke i think #hfksjfksjfs p3 w the mythology references n stuff yh? #n i think i'll enjoy the story v much #i love the ost too from the. sorry. 3 songs i know so far T_T #i need to be in a proper mood to listen to new music T_T #that said though ! i will eventually listen to the rest <3 i have them all in a to listen to playlist or smth #i have sm of those kind of playlists but i forget :^) oops #iirc uhhh p3 has stuff w the moon right? n then guns #p3p & fe engage & octopath traveler ii r the games from some of my fav series that i will get for sure n play #when i finish my other games !!!! #i wna watch smth or just chill w apollo for a bit so bye c: i'll do more later or after instead #i can't rmb the complete title but my fav song so far is #the. big spoiler end one i think i don't know what it is in english n i forgot how it goes bcs i stopped listening for less spoilers or wtvr #the one rn tho that's my fav is when the moon's uhhh reaching the stars or smth like that i'm so sorry my brain is mush rn i'm not thinking #too much bcs otherwise i'd get overwhelmed bcs there's. a lot. on my mind rn T_T BYE GNA WATCH THO. AAAA THE SONG IS STUCK IN MY HEAD #there's a lot on my mind n one of my stresses is. exactly what apollo wrote on their moots only tumblr if yk. yeah #wahh i'll manage tho 🥹 for now i just. want to enjoy myself rn. yeah #so much rlly so much in my head n sm i want to do n it's. overwhelming n hurts but yk. rn i want to enjoy this moment. i'll think later

[hyeque]

tendou can read his manga while i suck his dick, that way we both win. he’s comfortable and i have my oral fixation in check.

#this is literally inspired by what haley wrote bye #i can’t even think straight right now #i don’t talk enough about my fave red head but i adore him sm #my faves ♡︎. #satori! #nsfw.

[rosylix]

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#why is my writing process so #like i will write 300 words in 5 hours #what the fawk #pls #and i never ever finish anything #(the one i just posted is the first fic i have ever actually completed and bro. i started that in like 2021 😭😭) #like HELLO?? #well i wrote the majority of it this past month but like stillllll bro #since posting it i got sm more motivation thanks to all the feedback (🫶) but then i go to write more and its like hm idk how to anymore #help me #crying #ok bye #i shld be studying for finals anyway..... #i also need to sleep

[whyse7vn]

WORM -

[ jung hoseok x reader ]

HOSEOK ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

hoseok: wyd

y/n: can you talk to me like you love me pls

hoseok: there was sm love in that wyd i don’t what ur talking about actually

y/n: it felt like i was whore number 32

hoseok: ur literally whore 12???

y/n: you barely know 7 people let alone 12

hoseok: you literally said ur whore 32 so clearly i know more than 12 people

y/n: i said that it FELT like i was whore 32 not that i was

hoseok: let’s have sex

y/n: no

i’m listening to butterfly rn

ur interrupting

IS IT TRUEEEEE IS IT TRUEEEEEEEEEE

hoseok: no that’s actually so crazy cuz i wrote that song for you babe

y/n: ???

hoseok: and if you translate it the lyrics into hyroglifics it actually about why we should fuck rn

y/n: that is not true at all

also you did NOT write it according to my spotify

see

hoseok: i wrote it in my heart

y/n: ok

hoseok: do you like me

y/n: no not when ur wasting my time like rn

hoseok: maybe i just want to talk to you

y/n: ur boring

hoseok: wait why ur spotify in english ☠️☠️

this bitch can’t speak korean ohmygod 🤣💯😭🤦🏻‍♂️

y/n: and ur trying to fuck???

hoseok: i love you

y/n: i love you more

hoseoki: call me daddy

y/n: NO

hoseok: WHY ☹️

y/n: how many times do we need to go through this

you have thrown up BOTH times i’ve called you it

hoseok: what if i’ve changed

y/n: stop talking to me

hoseok: :p

maybe you need to encourage me more

a hoseokssi fighting~🥺🙏🏼💘

before you say it and i might not throw up

y/n: stop talking about it

hoseok: fine 😒

y/n: btw do you know where my pink hat is

cant find her i’m real upset

hoseok: btw i have not one clue where it is!!!

sorry to hear ur upset

don’t cry pretty

y/n: so ur telling me you don’t have it rn

hoseok: i don’t

y/n: answer the ft then

hoseok: i don’t want to

y/n: what if i’m naked

hoseok: are you?

y/n: no

hoseok: i’m not answering then

y/n: you have my hat hobi

hoseok: that is not true

babe ur like going insane i think

not good

let’s get you to a doctor

y/n: bring my hat home rn

hoseok: what hat?

y/n: i will NOT let you gaslight ur way out of this

hoseok: gaslighting isn’t real ur just insane

telling you we need to see a doctor asap no newjeans

y/n: don’t lose my hat pls

hoseok: why would i lose it

y/n: so you do have it

hoseok: whaaaatttttt

y/n: whatever just don’t lose it

hoseok: ok 😁

babe?

y/n: yeah

hoseok: miss you

y/n: is that why you took my hat?

hoseok: say you miss me back ohmygod

y/n: i miss you back

is that why you took my hat?

hoseok: wait babe ur spitting 🔥🗣️

y/n: i don’t spit

hoseok: no ur right

ur a good girl and swallow

y/n: ok bye

hoseok: ok i’m sorry come back 😢

i just want to fuck

y/n: ur life story at this point

hoseok: not true

there are times i don’t want to fuck

y/n: times like????

hoseok: i don’t have my thinking cap on rn

but if i did

i could name you times i didn’t want to

y/n: sure

hoseok: sure

y/n: sure.

hoseok: shorts tight as hell rn

y/n: shorts???

are you not cold

why are you wearing shorts rn it’s still cold outside

hoseok: my dick just THAT big i fear

y/n: jung hoseok

hoseok: ok i’m sorry this time i’m fr sorry

like actually babe

y/n: i prefer when you don’t lie to me

hoseok: my fault

did you believe i was sorry tho

y/n: no

hoseok: damn fr???

ur saying i’m not built for this kdrama life

y/n: you barely built for this one

hoseok: LMAOOOO

no

that wasn’t funny

if you thought i laughed ur wrong

don’t say things like that

i’m upset now

y/n: sorry babe

hoseok: it’s ok i forgive you

y/n: thx >_<

hoseok: is this you finally admitting ur in love with me

y/n: only a little

ur ego it’s getting a bit much these days

hoseok: always knew you loved me 💘😍

y/n: loved

hoseok: ?

y/n: past tense

hoseok: love

y/n: i didn’t say to change it

my love you in the past fr fr

hoseok: fr??

y/n: for real man

hoseok: man

y/n: yup

hoseok: remember when we were just friends

y/n: remember when we didn’t even know each other

hoseok: lowkey

take me back 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

y/n: that was my joke

you nasty little thief

hoseok: i’m not joking

y/n: if we breakup one day

ur gonna think back to this moment

and be like man

i was off my head

this was all my fault

why would i say some fucked up shit like this man

hoseok: you were gonna say the same thing tho?

y/n: but i didn’t

hoseok: ok

would you love me as a worm tho

y/n: i don’t even love you as you are rn

hoseok: OK WHAT

SWITCH UP IS CRAZY

LIKE CRAZY

NO JIMIN

you said you love me

y/n: LOVED

get it right

hoseok: ok wtf man

y/n: you wouldn’t love me as a worm

hoseok: who said that???

not me

ask me the question

y/n: would you still love me as a worm?

hoseok: no!!

y/n: kys

hoseok: my sweetheart ❤️

—

nah someone tell hoseok to let the daddy agenda go omg bf so crazy guys 🤦🏽‍♀️😂‼️

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just realised joon was supposed to be next my fault LMAO

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[bellaramseysgf]

Missed you (R.B)

Warning(s); Fluff,kissing…more like making out,homophobia didn’t exist in the 1980’s argue with the wall!,Steve being a good best friend,fingering,oral (F receiving),semi public sex.

Pairing(s); Robin Buckley x (Afab) Girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; you finally come back from summer camp to surprise Robin.

A/n; I like girls sm🤭

You couldn’t be any more excited the second your mom stopped outside the video store. “Bye!” You said and closed the door. Your heart dropped when you saw her back in the glass doors. You came back from camp 2 days early to surprise Robin and were anxious that she’d be upset you lied about having to stay.

You walked up and grabbed a hold of the door seeing her talking to someone you hadn’t met yet but knew, Steve “dingus” Harrington. “Robi!” You squealed and Robin turned around pure shock filling her face as she ran over to you. “Baby! When’d you get back?” She asked lifting you up with ease as you wrapped your legs around her waist hugging her tight.

“I missed you, missed you so so so much!” You said and she hugged you back sitting your legs back on the ground. Robin was a few inches taller then you so you had to look up just slightly to see into her eyes. “You look so pretty!” You said making her smile. “Me? Look at you! How’d you get here?” “My mom dropped me off” Robin pouted softly “so we don’t have all that long?” Your mom wasn’t the best with giving you and Robin time to see each other. In her defense she ran her own business and was truly busy.

“No, I can stay as long as I want I’d just have to borrow a phone to call her” Robin smiled and bent down to peck your lips softly. You whined and huffed “Robi! You’re gonna mess up my lipglosssss” you still smiled as she pulled away. You used your thumb to wiped off the shiny glitter left over her lips. “Ahem!” You both looked towards the counter Steve still standing there.

“Ignore him” Robin said and you smiled wrapping your arms around her neck as you both hugged once more. “How was camp?” She asked finally leading you over towards the counter. “It was good! There was a kid who literally screamed the whole time but otherwise” Robin laughed quietly and lifted you onto the counter. “Sigh, Steve this is y/n,y/n Steve” you waved at him smiling at him. “It’s nice to meet you. Robin talks a lot about you” she elbowed him and you giggled softly “well I’m not much better I’m sure the other counselors got tired of me talking about you” that made Robin grin and shift close enough to kiss your cheek.

You stayed quiet for the next few hours watching Robin work and her and Steve poke at each other. You inputted here and there and reminded Robin to be nice to Steve.

Eventually robins break rolled around and she pulled you towards the back “am I allowed in here?” You asked with a smile and she shrugged “well, you are now” she pulled you into the break room. Now that the two of you were alone you could feel the built up tension of the last 3 weeks. The camp didn’t even have a phone so you wrote her letters exchanging them every few days was hardly enough. You missed her so badly you were sure your heart was gonna explode when you first saw her.

You both knew exactly why she brought you back here. “Robi.” You said and she smiled at you “you alright?” She clarified before she even touched you. “Yes. Missed you” Robin took that as a green light and leaned down to kiss you. Her hands reaching to hold your hips while yours went around her neck. The kiss quickly turned to a desperate,sloppy mess. Teeth clanking and tongues touching as she dropped her head to suck at your jaw and neck.

“W-wore this just for you” you gasped feeling her teeth scrape your neck. She smiled eyeing the tiny dress you wore, it had thin straps and barely managed to cover your butt. It was a soft purple color with yellow flowers dusted around it. “It’s very pretty. I’m gonna take it off though” you nodded and she hooked your fingers around the straps sliding them down your arms.

The dress pooled down at your feet and you suddenly felt vulnerable in just your lace bra and cotton panties. “God I missed you. Such a pretty girl,makes me so horny to see you like this. Just wanna fuck you stupid, fuck” you giggled at her little ramble and grabbed a hold of her wrist. “Missed you so much Robi,want you so bad” you pressed her hand against your aching pussy and she let out a hot breath.

“Want my fingers?” She asked and you nodded frantically “please Robi, I..I’ve been a good girl.” Robin tugged your panties down your thighs and swiped her fingers through your folds making you mewl. “Really? Didn’t touch yourself at all?” You shook your head “waited for you..wanted to be good like I promised” robins fingers sunk into your core and moaned out back arching. “Shh,easy baby ive got you.” She assure and dipped her head down to peck your lips.

Robin worked her fingers at a slow and perfect pace curling them just when she needed to have you seeing stars. You tried to keep your moans muffled by kissing her but it wasn’t long until you couldn’t kiss back anymore too drunk on pleasure. “Robi…Robi it…I feel so good.” She smiled kissing down your neck “I know it does. Listen to how messy you sound honey. Leaking onto floor probably.” Robin teased and you whined “not…not that…that messy” you moaned out as a rebuttal, it came out high pitched and whiney not sounding believable in the slightest.

“It’s okay to be messy, you’re my messy little girl and I love it baby. Love watching you crumble on my fingers makes me so happy. You do such a good job, sound so fucking pretty” you felt your cheeks blush from her praise. You could feel your stomach tightening and gripped her arm leaning your head back against the wall. “Yes. That’s it,cum. cum for me. I want it, I want it baby. Need it, need to feel your sweet little pussy tighten on my fingers.” Her encouragement just sent you flying over the edge and your thighs trembled as you cling onto her arm.

Her fingers slowly pushed you through your orgasm and you sighed when the stopped pulling away leaving you empty. you watched rather hazily as she cleaned her glistening fingers. “Always taste so god damn good.” You smiled and pecked her lips “how much longer you got left?” You asked finally coming down from your afterglow. “15 minutes” you hummed “think you can make that work?” She nodded with a smirk playing on her lips.

Soon after robins pants and panties were shucked down to her ankles and you were lapping determinedly at her pussy. Her fingers carded through your hair as she let out soft moans and quiet groans. You flattened your tongue over her clit and bobbed your head up and down making her let out a soft squeal. She looked down at you through hooded eyes and you looked back a obvious smile on your lips.

You focused back on her closing your eyes and sucking her clit into your mouth lapping at the small bud. You dipped your head down and pressed your tongue into her entrance lapping at her juices she was letting out. You kept your tongue moving inside her while you thumbed over her clit. “Shit…shit that’s it baby. Just like that you’re gonna make me cum” you kept it up fastening your pace. “Fuck!” She squealed out and her thighs tightened around your face as you slurped up every bit of cum she let out.

You pulled away and licked over your lips wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand. You gently rubbed her thigh hoping to help calm her down slightly. “You’re the best at that, shit” she huffed and you giggled tugging her pants back up her legs. “I love you so much. I missed you too” she gripped your cheeks and kissed you once more. “How much longer until Steve comes banging on the door?” You asked getting your dress back on and your panties fixed. “Maybe 5 minutes?” You smiled and leaned up to kiss her again.

You both grumbled when the knock sounded Robin kicked the door and continued to kiss you. “Robin! I swear to god I’ll leave you here with no help.” You grumbled and pulled from her lips “fuck off Harrington!” You yelled through the door meeting her lips again. He continued to bang on the door and Robin groaned flinging the door open. “I’m never letting you kiss another Fucking girl.” She huffed wrapping her hand in yours. “That’s not even fair your break was over 10 minutes ago” Robin shot him a glare “pretty sure you went over 20 last time Eddie was here.” Steves cheeks turned red and he rolled his eyes.

You and Robin both laugh as she pulls you back towards the front. “Steves your ride you really should be nicer to him” she shrugged “he wouldn’t leave me because he knows I have dirt on him” you rolled your eyes at your girlfriend and smiled.

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[tia-222]

okay so I don't really have a question for ya but I will tell you what I am doing in order to wake up in the void state tho

so what I am doing in order to wake up in the void state is by repeating the affs that is from your 'void state affs to master the void state' blog on repeat daily no matter what idgaf if the results shows up within the 3d or not bc guess what my desired results exists within the 4d/my imagination already anyways

am a affirm & a perist girly

that is the only thing that matters since well the 3d is not at all important only the 4d/your imagination does

remember my little lovely loa lovers

once you imagine it within your own head it's yours that's it

it haves literally no choice but to come to you as long as you continue to perist in the new story & never ever go back to the lame looking old story

always

because it sucks

just remember to always perist in the new story

than boom the work is all done you officially have all of your desires

don't give up love

if they succeeded at it than why can't we

also if I do ever make it to the void state I will let you & as well as this other person know @arisuworld

@arisuworld is helping me out with loa so I'm sure she will be a great help with my loa journey

also I'll be making my very own loa success story pretty soon I'm sure if I just continue on with the new story

just watch me fr have a glow up

am just so sick & tired of looking at other people's loa success story's & getting all jealous at their success story's

I think it's about time that I have my own & that it is my turn to make someone else extremely jealous

oh & btw one last thing before I log off

ignore all negative/intrusive thoughts when manifesting

it does not matter

seriously

that is just the ego talking

trying to just make you fail at achieving your own goal

I think I might of have also found my own way to ignore all of my negative/intrusive thoughts when it comes to manifesting & you know what that is super duper great

also you guys are free to check out my void state wishlist that is on my profile if interested

I wrote down all the things that i wish to manifest in the void state

anyways bye babe

I hope that you & everyone else have a good day/night

stay safe

Hiii angel ♡

Your ROUTINE is just amazing!! I love how you phased everything, seriously. But most definitely you are correct, persisting means you just putting your awareness on the 4D. The 3D doesn't matter at all, I know it's gets hard sometimes because the 3D is always in our faces😭, but we have our imagination. Anything that doesn't happen according to you, dismiss it immediately and start to imagine what could've happened instead. But sticking to your new story , you are creating an assumption. And yess, intrusive thoughts are your ego but remember you are pure awareness in an human form, simply let all thoughts pass.

And tysm for coming here and telling everyone your routine which is simply amazing <33, I love it sm. Also, @arisuworld is a wonderful and a helpful blog, I adore her blog sm.

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[milksnake-tea]

Okay so. Hi again. I finally see your prompt stuff on the event and thought those were examples not the actual questions we could ask. I'm so sorry 😭😭😭😭😭 so here are my prompt hc questions:

How good do you think Luocha is at cuddling?

What is he like in love?

And what are youe general hcs about him?

That's all!! I hope you have a great rest of your day 😭 sorry I caused sm trouble

- NV

NO ITS OKAY BYE I GET IT IT CAN BE CONFUSING LOL ITS FINEEEE ALSO !!! technically the prompts are bothh, u can ask them and u can ask other stuff too !!

ANYWHO LUOCHA !!!! MY WIFE HERE WE GO

1. What are your general hcs about them?

I'll say this first and foremost, Luocha is a brat and he welcomes that title with pride. He just always has to have the last laugh, he'll taunt and tease you in that smooth, deceptively innocent voice of his. You could have him pinned to the ground with a sword at his throat and he'd have that self-satisfied smirk as if this was his plan all along. Luocha's a flirt when he wants to be (which is almost all the time), he's just also really good at appearing civil during it all. Enemies to lovers? No, enemies and lovers. Heck, you don't even have to be lovers for him to mess with you - Sushang knew him for five minutes and he was already sassing her up.

6. What do you think Luocha is like in love?

turns back to my notes uh BUT !!! I wrote some of it back in this post, but if I were to expand on it, there's a very big difference on how Luocha acts when he's attracted to someone, as opposed to when he's in love with them. You'll have to prepare for a slow burn though, because Luocha (like 60% of all HSR men) has walls upon walls around his heart. He's someone who constantly wanders the cosmos and rarely settles down for even a second. When he's attracted to someone, he's like how I described above - provocative, teasing, smug and flirty. A little shit. But when he loves someone?

Luocha doesn't hate the way he feels around you, but it still scares him, even for a little bit. He's still teasing, but he softens around you, and by a lot. Sometimes, when the air feels a little too empty without his prattling, you'll turn around to find him staring at you, taking in every little detail about you. When he realizes you've noticed him, he only gives you a little smile before turning away, leaving you confused. His fingers are always intertwined with yours, and by the Aeons, is he protective of you. If he even hears that you're in the vicinity of danger, he's immediately running over regardless of what he's doing currently. Luocha isn't that much of a fighter himself, but when it comes to you, he'd gladly draw his sword.

10. How good at cuddling is Luocha?

He's uh. He's definitely new at it BYEE I honestly don't think that despite his personality, Luocha has much experience on that kind of intimacy. It takes a lot just to convince him to lay down with you and just hold each other, but once he settles in, he finds that he rather enjoys it. Luocha also prefers to be the one being held rather than doing the holding, so he'll snuggle right up into your chest or your neck and just lay there. Feel free to play with his hair too, he loves it when you massage his scalp or run your fingers through his locks. If he's not busy trying to not fall asleep, he'll talk about his day or ask about yours as you snuggle together. I'd give him a solid 8/10; he's a bit stiff and awkward the first few times, but he'll eventually melt into it <3

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[satoruhour]

While I know Suguru is the og girldad, there’s something so endearing about Satoru with a daughter.

First time she’s in his arms and it’s like somebody put the sun into his palms. She has his white hair and six eyes but in shape of your facial features, his loud and boisterous personality and his sweet tooth, and there’s not a thing on this planet he cherishes more than her. Spoils her, wants to be her “superhero” dad children look up to, you best believe everything she draws for him is kept secure in a folder in his room. He never lets anyone treat her as inferior to boys (knowing the misogyny in jjk universe), and both of them love you to piecessssss🥹

Like I just randomly imagine him baking a cake with his little daughter for your birthday and MY HEARTHNSJ😭

WHEN US MEANS MORE THAN ME & U

a/n: literal tears. bye. i love dad gojo sm. wrote this through tears while listening to this. tagging @crysugu @jabamin @hyomagiri @seeingivy ✶

wc: 3k plus?? man idfk cant see thru my tears

✶ dad!gojo . . .

. . . who ages so well the more he grows older. if you think he looks good at 28, just wait until he’s 34, or 40. although he still has a baby face, his features have matured way more, now, crinkle lines on his forehead and around his lips that accentuate his dimples even more. he just looked… so damn good, truly keeping his physique well into his thirties, except you wouldn’t have known if his hair is turning grey, though, since it’s already white, but you can tell he’s happy when his body hair is not just white upon white.

. . . who has the palest skin, so when he starts to grow a noticeable moustache and goatee he shows you the short strands excitedly, pointing to the various parts of his face with an excited finger and a beaming smile. he annoys you by rubbing his chin and cupid’s bow along your skin in the morning or when he returns home — it’s a little funny seeing you jump in surprise.

. . . who only lets you dictate whether he should keep the facial hair and when you hesitate even one moment (“nope! let’s shave it!”) you’re pulled into the bathroom and handed a shaver and shaving cream. he hums when the blade glides along his skin, knowing you were too afraid to be too rough. gojo liked the tenderness of these moments, you perched upon his lap and bottom lip caught in between your lips as you focused on his chin and cupid’s bow. the grip on your waist is firm, loving the way your thighs close around his own so snugly.

“okay — last one,” you voice out softly, eyes squinting because it was so difficult trying to see white hair from skin. gojo simply giggles at your struggle and you tsk, telling to stop moving! before you’re yelping and the shaver leaves your hand, the soft, plump lips of satoru moving against yours. behind you, there’s a plop! of water, and gojo just laughs when he sees the shaver lodged into the toilet. “ah. well, let’s use yours.” and your mouth twists, “no! i use that to shave…” you trail off and you swear you can hear gojo’s grin and the insult of pervert on your lips. “well! all the more to use it!” ✶

. . . whose vision from the start is slowly turning true. the jujutsu world is in the good hands of his students that he’s able to spend time with you and the (unborn) baby more. he smiles more freely now that he works less missions, but still as cheeky and playful as ever, squishing your cheeks and moving them around as he plants kisses on them. he also shows his feelings more, not afraid to bury his face in your neck and ask for head rubs or tell you he might be thinking about suguru a little too much; the first time satoru put his head to your swelling belly and heard the kid kick he teared up right away, baby talking to the baby bump like the sap he is.

. . . who at first hated his family name because it was only ever associated with his powerful father and then him, with both of his renowned techniques, how it pointed straight to him being the strongest and a cog in the machine to overwork. but now, gojo rather likes it, referring to you as “my wife” and “mrs. gojo” more times than necessary. you gave him his surname meaning by saying your vows and slipping his (rather expensive) ring on your fourth finger. you gave the family name a sense of warmth and homeliness whenever he’d come home to you humming a tune from high school and cooking up some dinner. you gave ‘gojo’ a worth that means more than just the six eyes and limitless — that it’d mean that gojo was the penthouse in some far off tokyo district coupled with you and the baby growing in you.

. . . who when first handed his baby girl, cried full on tears in the hospital, both arms wrapped so snugly around his baby because he was afraid he was going to hurt her or drop her in some way. gojo is generally pretty large in stature that he makes your baby girl look so small that it’s endearing. your cheeks hurt from smiling so much at them, not having the energy to capture the moment since you just quite literally delivered. but satoru much rather have his girls in the picture, handing the baby back to you before he reveals his phone to snap a picture.

“w-would ya look at her?” satoru coos, rocking and bouncing his body gently to ease your baby back into slumber. there’s an ugly show of a mess on his face — snot falling everywhere and tear stains lining his cheeks. but there’s one final thing that has gojo choking up all over again; the baby is curious and feels up his hand, your husband letting a finger out before she curls her small fist around his finger. “oh my god.” it’s cute seeing gojo so distraught as tears spring to his eyes again and he can’t even form words. it makes the baby laugh and he sobers up a little, sniffing and raising a brow. “love seeing your papa cry, huh?” and the baby sputters again and giggles and satoru swears he ascends to heaven and mutters a promise more to himself than your darling girl. “i’ll protect that little smile for as long as i live, okay?” ✶

. . . who is entirely enamoured with his baby girl, carrying her a little too much when she should be in the crib, singing her little songs or pointing out the colours of the sky in the nursery. you watch the scenes like a proud wife and mother, still not used to the beautiful scenes and childlike decorations of the room — only because satoru would not let you in after learning why ellie from up couldn’t conceive even if the paint now was safe. but you don’t have the heart to turn away your husband when this is what you get out of it, reminiscent of when gojo had playfully done to tsumiki and megumi before (“the scenery is beautiful today, gojo-san!” vs. “i already know what colours are, dumbass.”). 

. . . who only asks you to rest while he takes on most of the diaper-changing and feeding duties. you weren’t even that old to begin with, but it seemed like just like you were pregnant, satoru found it offensive that you’d think of even lifting a finger. you let him, for a while, until you find out he’s putting on the diaper wrongly and putting a little too much formula in the bottle, but you simply pat his cheek when he tears again. by god, he doesn’t want to mess this up, he doesn’t want to mess you up, he doesn’t want to mess her up, but you show him with your hands wrapped around his. one, two, three, and a half cups into the bottle; wrap around her right, then her left and secure it with the provided adhesive.

“satoru, baby,” you sigh, going on your tippy toes to kiss away the tears spilling from his cheeks, “you’re not a bad dad because you didn’t know how to make her food or change her diaper.” your fingers are as light as dewdrops, always in awe of his flawless skin and looks, and now, in awe of his consideration and love of your baby girl. “but—” you put up a finger, “no buts— remember? we promised each other not to be sorry if we can’t help it. you are human, my love.” gojo heaves a shaky sigh and swallows away the sobs, nodding against your hand as he covers it and leans into your touch. “i am human,” and a little later after quelling the baby’s cries in bed, “thank you.” ✶

. . . who, when she’s old enough, takes her on flying mishaps, hands tucked under her arm pits to guide her through the house in exaggerated flight. it feels like dad is superman, the sofa, high chair, even mama is all too far away from her and she’s onto her next exciting adventure. the bubbly giggles from your darling girl is the only sound that matters to satoru, alongside your laughter as you watch the two in play while dinner simmer besides you. higher! higher! she asks when she can speak and he does just that with his imposing height, but gojo’s tallness never intimidates his baby girl; no, not when gojo satoru is her hero and you, her solace.

. . . who gives nothing but a multitude of praises when his girl is leaning more into the artistic side, asking for colour pencils and crayons and paint to explore her creativity that with each drawing she shows him, he gasps, falls to the floor, and cries out how it should belong in a museum! gojo is doing the most — hands on his chin and pointing to various parts of the drawing and discussing the “meaning” behind it when all your girl wanted to do was draw the three of you as a happy family. he’s buying the frame, making a plaque for the artwork to be hung; when he’s making copies of the artwork to keep in a folder, he’s crying his eyes out (“she just wanted to draw us, us! as a family!” you giggle, “yes, satoru, that’s what we are.”)

“girlssss! i’m home!” satoru grins when your baby runs up to him, swooping her up before she can crash into his legs and twirls her around. “papa! look at what i drew today!” you’re emerging after cleaning up her very passionate creative space after she swore on finishing it before your husband came back, smiling when she bounces on her heels. “woooow!” he clutches his heart, one knee and then the other before he croaks out “ooouhhhh! why isn’t this masterpiece in a museum yet?! it’s a crime!” if you were in high school, the gojo then would definitely barf at how cheesy he was being at the moment, “very compelling use of colour, here, miss gojo. hmm, yes, yes, i see how you used multiple colours for the sun — very effective in showing the many colours of the sunset!” you’re cheesing so hard at the display because he does this every. time. and it never fails to make her yell in excitement, running over to you as she gives you a big fat kiss on your cheeks, “mama helped me!” a raise of the eyebrow before you finally get your well-awaited kiss to your lips, “i’m sure she did, honey.” ✩

. . .who teaches her the basic things, not shying away from the harsh realities of the world and jujutsu society. he tells her about boys who make fun of girls and think it’s acceptable, or teachers that would only like the strong boys to carry the chairs to the centre of the classroom. he thinks that if he’s going to do this parenting shit, he’s going to do it right, not the way his parents did it, not the way the higher-ups “looked” over young sorcerers. he covers self-defense, verbal comebacks as well as a rejected raise of her hand to threaten a punch (you were the one to stop him from teaching her that — you could only thank it wasn’t a middle finger instead), praising and rewarding her with candy and blown raspberries into her skin.

. . . who teaches her mama is as important as he is, but your darling girl already knows the value of her mother who holds her tight when she has a nightmare, or the airplane on mama’s airline that always holds delicious food. she knows how much her mother loves her when you’re sharing a smile with her at the dinner table as satoru chokes again on his food, and when you pat her to sleep while telling the story of how you and gojo met. that’s why she was the one to suggest that they both bake you a cake for your birthday — with her as the head chef and satoru as her sous chef. 

“it has to be perfect, papa! no more burning the pancakes in the morning or putting too much sugar.” gojo stifles a laugh at that; it seems that his baby girl had heard the many trivial mishaps that had happened in the kitchen, snapping out of his daze when his daughter lands a light slap on his cheek. “pay attention!” satoru fully laughs now, okay, okay! he says and they read through the recipe together — a family recipe passed down to you — and they try their best. the flour is a little messy, the sugar is a tad too much and satoru thinks he may have preheated the oven too high a heat, but then there’s the familiar smell of the vanilla extract and the rise of the cake in the tin. your baby cheers, collapsing into gojo’s arms in front of the oven and together on the floor, they watch the cake ascend.

“careful, baby, it’s hot.” gojo brings her away when the cake is finally done, dramatically smelling and letting out a sigh at it, “it smells really good, ain’t it?” she purses her lips and points to herself, “all due to me!” and gojo hums in agreement. he’s content to let his baby girl take all the credit when she’s looking as adorable like that, finding that her confidence is looking more and more like his while your kindness shows when she’s propped up on the kitchen island and saying, “but papa was the one who helped me pour everything! so maybe it’s because of both me and papa.”

the “thank you” that satoru whispers into his girl’s temple is a whisper, and the house falls into a comfortable, more calm atmosphere as they work on the icing together. it’s clear that all her excitement has caught up to her and she’s now feeling a little sleepy in between, only shooting up when gojo’s announced the icing’s all mixed properly. “happy . . birthday . . mama,” she draws out in the air with satoru’s finger clutched between her fist, a clear layout in her young mind that he had no choice but to listen (he would always listen), lathering first the white base icing before the pressuring job comes and his darling girl is looking at him with narrowed eyes, “don’t mess it up, papa!”

“i won’t—” and before gojo can start on the lettering, you’re depositing the house keys into the bowl your husband gifted you in high school, letting out a chuckle at the scene before you: the sorcerer’s face caked in white, vanilla extract and broken egg shells on the island and in the middle of it, your husband and your daughter looking like deer caught in headlights.

“hi, mama,” they say in unison and your grin only widens. you could hardly be mad when this doesn’t happen often, already knowing the occasion, but they seemed to be a little bummed out from being found out so you only hope your hug can make it up. your baby girl goes first: she squeals when she’s scooped into your arms, smile so bright it could mirror any angel in heaven. while she still pouts, she’s more than happy to wish you a happy birthday. “thank you, baby. was baking with papa fun?”

she nods so hard her whole body moves in your arms, “papa is very bad at measuring stuff, though.”

you burst out laughing while your husband falls into a greater pout than your daughter did, brushing off the flour from his arms and taking the both of you into his embrace, “she’s so mean to me, sweets.”

“i’m not, just telling the truth. mama, i was the head chef, so i get to say what he’s bad at.” gojo’s pout worsens and you coo, pulling him closer.

“yes, but daddy did help with everything, didn’t he?” you whisper, brushing away the strands that fall over her face. you’ve never really taken the time to take in everything: her white hair, those blue eyes that are a little darker, the lines at the side of her smile that look like yours. instinctively, your forehead rests against hers and upon feeling her nod, you think that this is all you need. “thank you, darling.” and your girl grins again when she feels your peck on her forehead. gojo only can look at his girls with a content smile, pout stretching into his face while his hand never stops caressing your back. “can daddy have a kiss too?”

that night when she’s put to sleep after much protest (you both give in and end up watching your favourite movie together as a present), you’re drawing circles on gojo’s bare chest which also has grown a little bit of hair. his lips upon your hair feels like a divine blessing; he speaks.

“happy birthday again, baby,” a kiss, “only if you came home a liiittle later, though.”

you laugh softly, “actually, i sort of heard your shenanigans when i was standing outside the front door.” satoru jerks from the comfortable position, prompting your head to hit the headboard in a loud ‘thud’.

“oops sorry, baby— but what?!”

you shake your head, roll your eyes, pull him back to tuck yourself under his chin, “you’re so damn dramatic. i just didn’t want to interrupt the both of you. you mean a lot to her, you know.”

gojo sighs, moving away a bit for your head to tilt up and his heart still pulls and tugs like so many years ago. if he recalls correctly, it’s just exactly like this that you shared your first kiss together, the line between friends and lovers blurring so much that all it took was your eyes staring into his to make him notice he never had infinity on around you.

“you made me forget what i was gonna say,” satoru mumbles, a laugh cutting through his features when you smile sheepishly. he copies your outburst, “you’re so damn beautiful.”

“and you mean a lot to her, too. we mean a lot to her — it’s the least we can do when you’ve brought such a beautiful baby into the world,” gojo mutters — it’s late and he’s slurring his words from the fatigue. his eyes glow under the night light and he holds on to you just a little tighter, “to give her a normal life.”

his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and there’s the sheen of his tears again. “we will succeed, don’t you worry.” you silence his doubts with a kiss, “you’re doing a great job of a father, ‘toru. i will keep reminding you until my voice turns hoarse and i can’t speak.”

normally, he’d tease you but all it does is make the tears full spill over; but they’re happy this time. satoru only lets you catch his lips in a deep kiss, quietening his sobs as your hands fumble at his undercut and his face. you can hear the faint “thank you”’s he mumbles and you’re also close to crying, pulling away to admire him — god, you loved him so much you feel like you could collapse. he loved you so much he would do it all over again if it meant having you in every life.

“thank you for having me. thank you for loving me, baby,” satoru whispers, wiping at your tears as did you and he laughs, “dunno why we’re cryin’. s’pposed to be a happy moment.”

you huff (of course, he’d say something funny now), but that’s just one of many things you love about him. all you do is hold him closer that night and mutter a prayer — to virgin, to buddha, to anyone who would listen.

it might get difficult along the way: one of you may need to take on more missions, your baby will be growing up and heading to school. there will be difficult talks, puberty, tantrums, none of you were truly ready. and yet, despite it all, you’d still have your satoru, the one who made tsumiki and megumi into what they are today. despite it all, you’d still have each other and your darling girl, your family of gojo’s whose definition changed from suffocating to belonging. despite it all, as long as galaxies are created and supernovas happening and the planets revolve around the sun, it’d take light years for your love to diminish even one speck.

your love for each other could surpass the cosmos — that in itself is enough.

part two

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[planetdream]

Heyy

I don't know if you're taking asks right now so if you aren't, don't need to answer :) I'm here mainly to say I appreciate your writing and I'm a bit biased by.. no, I'm in a Lee Know fever lately and I've seen a lot of thoughts and things about being sub, bratty sub and stuff but I don't think I could be it, since I'm inexperienced lol so I thought of Lino with a flirty s/o on the outside but shy and inexperienced on the inside. She just wants to please him and be good for him but she doesn't know how :(( I wonder how Minho would react to a very subby s/o, who just wants to love him and shower him with love but it's too shy to do it by herself:(((

(again, you don't need to answer if you don't feel alright by anything and no hurries <3)

I don't know if I'll be here often but you can call me anon spring 🌼 :)))

Stay well and healthy 💪

Love you writing , bye bye:)))

hiii <3 hehe thank u sm for sending this!! ur ask rlly inspired me so i wrote something short and sweet and i really hope it's a little similar to what you asked for 🥺

warnings [implied smut + d/s dynamics. shy/inexperienced!reader. possible typos.] 747 words

Minho isn’t used to this. He doesn’t let you notice that, though. You’re on your knees for him, peering up at him with wide, interested eyes, ready for Minho to lead you. It’s not innocence behind your glossy eyes, but rather, inexperience; a hesitation that you’re biting down on, a rising fever of heat within making you want to pounce on Minho—but you don’t. You stay just as you are, hands on your thighs, blinking up at Minho. 

“C’mon pretty,” Minho whispers, hand caressing the flesh of your face. “Told you I can’t do anything unless you tell me what you want.” 

He pouts, blinking back down at you all prettily. This isn’t the first time in your relationship that you and Minho have been physical—he’s eaten you out and fingered you before—but you want to go further. You want to experience all that Minho has to offer, and more, you want to be able to please Minho. Provide him with a euphoric type of pleasure that he’s never experienced. But you’re stuck, unable to find the courage, let alone, the words to explain to Minho the plethora of thoughts that are running through your head. 

He’s careful in his approach to get you to speak. “Baby? What’s in that pretty little head of yours?”

You speak. “I don’t know.” Your thoughts are speaking to you all at once, it’s practically impossible to get anything comprehensible out. 

“You don’t know?” Minho frowns—it’s fake, though, behind it rests a smirk—then continues. “Can’t do anything if you don’t know.” 

“No,” You stall, trying to search for the best possible way to explain what’s on your mind without embarrassing yourself. Though Minho constantly assures you that you can tell him anything, embarrassing or not. Minho’s brow raises, encouraging you to speak your mind. His hand comes back to your face, thumb stroking beneath your cheekbone; an attempt to soothe you, to clear your mind. “Want to…” 

You trail off again. Fear and embarrassment making a home within the pit of your stomach. You know Minho wouldn’t judge you—after all, he did once make an offhand comment about how he’s into some very strange kinks himself—and he might even enjoy what you have to say, indulging in whatever you truly want to do. You’re in safe hands, literally. 

You speak again, in a whisper at first, until the volume of your voice rises. “Want to make you feel good… and I want to be good for you. To you.”

Minho’s heart could shatter into a million tiny pieces. To you, vocalizing it all felt equally as awkward as it felt freeing; you’ve never really had to express what you wanted, causing you to pick your words carefully, fearing that you might be perceived differently. However, from Minho’s perspective, you’re a complete angel; unaware of how alluring and enchanting you are. The sweetest words said in what Minho views as the sweetest possible way of saying them. The way you said it, the small dip in your tone—almost as if you were begging him to let you please him—the way your lips curl into a small smile as you try your best not to hide within yourself. All of it drives Minho so crazy that he could devour you. But he holds back. He has to play it safely, for now. 

“You’re always good to me. For me. Always making me feel good.” Minho whispers. 

“Want to make you feel even better,” You respond, some of your nervousness now behind you. 

“And how do you want to do that?” Minho pushes. You are yet to respond though, fingers picking at whatever they can reach, avoiding the burning gaze of his big brown eyes. 

Minho persists, taking the lead. “Maybe I’ll let you use your hands,” Minho reaches for your hand, the tips of his fingers pressing against yours before he clasps his hand to yours. “Or maybe you can take me in this pretty little mouth of yours.” Minho’s thumb runs from your top lip, dipping into your mouth where your tongue eagerly swirls around the flesh, wanting to suck him in, before said thumb drops down to your bottom lip. 

His eyes trail up from your lips to gaze into your eyes. Minho has the softest chocolate brown eyes but his stare is rather piercing, dominant, like he could force anything out of you if you look into them for too long. “Hmm… Think I want your mouth on me.”

#[💌] ˚｡⋆ #💌. — 🌼 #✰˚. !! dream.hardhours #☁️ — daydream.skz #skz smut #stray kids smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #someone tell me if this is good I think it might be good sorta idk bc I rlly didn't know how 2 end it lmaoooo

[onlyhaos]

it’s not much, but I had sm fun writing this (even after accidentally deleting half of it and having to freestyle the rest) I hope you like it though!! It’s also the first time I wrote a bit smut, so yeah.. I hope it’s okay😟

warning: Jun is the most lovable man known to mankind, that boy bold (last bullet point -> oral (f. receiving), sir kink ? Jun’s a bit of a tease)

— ౨ৎ

Stranger!Jun who decided to go to a random coffee shop, just to get a quick drink before work. Only to see someone as pretty as you there, standing at the cash register.

As Jun entered the cozy coffee shop, his eyes scanned the whole room. From pretty tables and plants to a pretty person like you. When he realized, that he was starting to stare he hastily moved his eyes to the small board that was hung up on the wall. Looking for a drink he might like as he got into the line of customers. Coming up to the front, where you stood, you immediately greeted him with a smile. ''What would you like to order?'' Your sweet voice asked him.

— ౨ৎ

Stranger!Jun who gets addicted to your voice, the way you're kind to every customers, even the ones that are rude or stressed and the way you wear that pretty smile on your lips.

''Order for Junhui!'' You said loudly, so the person who ordered it could hear you. Since his attention was on you the whole time, he quickly came up to the pick up area, seeing your smile once again. ''Thanks.'' He smiled, taking his drink and kindly wishing you a good bye. Knowing he‘ll think about you the whole day.

— ౨ৎ

RegularCustomer!Jun who keeps showing up at the cafe because he can‘t take his eyes off of you and the good coffee he gets

Walking back into the, now already pretty familiar, place to order the same coffee he always gets. Knowing he‘s already been there so often, that you know his order. “Hello, Junhui.” You smiled, “The same order as always, isn’t it?” Laughing sweetly as you spoke. Hesitant about trying to make a move on you or not, because he’s scared that a pretty woman like you might already have a lover. Deciding to go for it, even as a man himself, he starts to speak. “Yeah, the same one as always, but I’d like to add something today.” He said, making you look up at his tall figure attentively. “I’d like to have your number, and if you’re up for it I would love to take you out on a date.” Jun spoke, nervous for your reaction.

— ౨ৎ

YourDate!Jun who is overly excited that you agreed to his request and started to plan the whole date for the two of you, the second you gave him your phone number

“I actually waited the whole time, hoping you’d ask me out” You laughed, as you sat in the passenger seat of Jun’s car. Who looked over to you the second that he stopped at a red light. “Is that so?” He smiled, seeing you nodding. “Yeah, ever since you came by the first time.. giving me this nice smile, just like right now.” You looked at him, at the way he smiled so pretty. Just like he was nearly getting lost in your sparkly eyes, he wanted to look into that pretty face as often as he could. After a following 10 minute ride, you both made it to Jun’s secret destination. “That’s a.. fancy restaurant.” You said, gazing at the pretty interior designs and the furniture. “You like it?” He asked, worried that you didn’t like it. “No, I love it.” You exclaimed, absolutely impressed. It has been a while since a pretty man took you out to such a nice date.

— ౨ৎ

YourDate!Jun who is so pleased to get to know you more and more for the night, paying attention to every word that leaves your pretty lips

“He really told you to pay, even though it was at the cheapest restaurant you had to pick?” Jun asked with wide eyes, visibly flabbergasted. Making you chuckle as you nodded, “So yeah, that’s why I was so excited when we entered this restaurant, you picked out a really pretty one.” You praised him. Without knowing that Jun spent hours looking for something that you might like. He even asked around in his friend group, and now he owes Jeonghan for this recommendation. But it was more than worth.

— ౨ৎ

Bf!Jun who is the happiest man since he now is able to call you his girlfriend, buying you the prettiest things and doing the most meaningful gestures

“Hey pretty girl,” Jun said as he entered the coffee shop, which was already closed for customers. Catching your attention, Jun began speaking again, as he watched you smiling already. “What’s a beautiful woman doing here… without flowers?” He chuckled, getting out a small bouquet that he hid behind his back. Seeing you laugh, your lover admired you. “Thank you, pretty boy.” You smiled as you walked towards him to kiss him hello. And at the end of telling another how much you missed each other, you put the pretty tulips in a vase at the cash register. But when Jun realized you didn’t take the flowers home, he began to buy you two bouquets, always two. One for the cash register, to remind you every day at your workplace that his presence is there, and the other one for your apartment so you could think of him wherever you were.

— ౨ৎ (short nsfw)

Fiance!Jun who clearly is obsessed with you (and the flowers he gets you, because he has so much fun picking them out for you)

“Baby I think you need new flowers for your vase,” Jun said, as he was seated between your thighs, hearing your pretty moans coming to a halt and a whine escaping instead. “Jun, shut uuup”. You whispered, tangling your hands in his soft locks as you gently guided him back to where he was supposed to be. His nose bumping your clit as he began to focus on kissing your folds. “I love this kitty.” He purred, knowing you’d began to protest the second you heard that nickname. “Boy stop calling it kit-“ without even being able to end your sentence, a moan escaped you. Your fiancé licking a big stripe up your pussy. “First of all, it’s sir. Got it, pretty?. And baby, this perfect pussy that you have, I wish I could just eat it 24/7. Is that better” He asked, knowing it’d drive you crazy the second your head fell back into the soft pillows of your shared bed. (in love).

#seventeen #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #wen junhui #moon junhui #junhui x reader #junhui smut #junhui fluff #junhui imagines #seventeen junhui #svt junhui #junhui x you

[grapejuicestyless]

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

HSLOT opener Instagram blurb pt.3

Faceclaim: Gracie Abrams

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yndaily Y/n just finished up her second to last show on the HSLOT stage. Harry and the band were spotted backstage watching her preform. It appeared that Harry and Sarah were getting emotional while watching her finish up her set! Y/n will play her last show with Harry on Sunday! 🥹

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minorsupremacy It’s been soooo good with her here. I’m sad she’s leaving but so glad that she’s focusing on her new album! I’ve been obsessed recently!

|yndaily Me as well. It sounds like she’s planning something for her last show.

|oliviarodrighoe She really is Taylor’s daughter!

harrynlovely NOOO IT CANT END.

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yourusername HSLOT has been surreal. I’m so glad that I was able to be part of such a lovely(no pun intended) journey with the most kind, loving(again, no pun intended) people ever. More so, I’m so glad so many people were able to find my music from this amazing opportunity and relate to what I wrote about. I love you. I can’t believe this is happening. I want to thank you so much I’ll never stop thanking you guys!🥹🥹💕

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harrystyles It’s been an honor sharing the stage with you, and breaking your pianos.

|yourusername IVE HAD ENOUGH.

|conangray Clearly!

goodriddancelver Remember us when you get big and famous!

|yourusername No. I’ll be to big and famous. Duhhhhhhh.

|minorlystuck ignore her, she drinks.

|harryscherries BYE.

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yourusername As I said not even an hour ago, I’ll never stop thanking all of you. So, as a thank you, here’s the lead single off my first album, Good Riddance-Difficult. A personal favorite of mine. She comes out tonight at 12am, EST time! I can’t wait to see what you think of it! 🙈

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taylorswift you spoil us.

conangray ILY.

nyoh I SAY THATS MY BEST FRIEND AND IM PROUD.

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harrystyles I’m insanely proud of you. You deserve everything that’s happening to you. ❤️

|harryn THROWING UP.

|minorlystuck I HATE BEING SINGLE.

|harryshousefan BOYFRIENDRRY BOYFRIENDRRY.

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HSdaily Harry on his story this morning! It looks like they were at soundcheck!

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ynfeelslike WHAT IF THEY PLAY DIFFICULT TOGETHER.

|harryfan01 WHAT IF THEY SING FEELS LIKE???

|ynfeelslike I WOULD DIE???

harryfan03 OMG OMG OKG OMG OMG

oliviaandyn ANYONE ELSE LOSING THEIR SHIT??

middnightswyn I’m loving the content we get from them.

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HSdaily y/n has taken the HSLOT stage for the final time as of five minutes ago.🥹 She opened with Difficult today!

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harryscherries she’s too cute.

ynsminor im gonna miss her sm! 😕

HSLOTlove NO. I refuse to believe she’s leaving.

taylorfan01 someone kidnap her and make her stay another three shows so I can see her live!

|yourusername That’s….Sweet???

|taylorfan01 WHAT THW 😨😨

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HSdaily Harry came on at the very end of y/n’s set today. She closed the show with her song, “21” off of her first EP. She did not play “Long Sleeves” tonight, per request of Harry, who asked to play “21” specifically.

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ynthebottom ILY for playing with her Harry, but why would you take off the BEST song. I was robbed.

|yourusername Maybe I’ll tour and you’ll hear it.

|ynminorlystuck DID SHE JUST CONFIRM A TOUR???

|yourusername I said maybe. Not yes.

|oliviarodrigo how do you see all these posts girl? 😭

ynstourguide IL her for this one.

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yourusername aaaaaaand that’s a wrap! Thanks to @harrystyles for giving me the chance to shine ✨ with you and your band for such a short, yet sweet time. I love every single one of you like my family. You’ve helped me navigate my life, my career, and my album so much in just two months. It’s so crazy to me what you guys can do for a person. I love you, I’m crazy for the HSLOT crew. ✨✨🥰

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harrystyles I’d have you back, but you already said no!

|yourusername don’t put salt in the wound, Harold.

|ynrryfan02 Being in love must be nice.

lizzobeeating I’m so proud of you! It feels like yesterday you were coming to tour with me!

|yourusername I’ve never toured with you Lizzo. 😭😭

|lizzobeeating I forgot to ask.

|nyoh BYE BYE BYE.

taylorswift excited for the new album!💕💕💕

honeymoon proud of you babe!

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#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff

[he4rtsforjoao]

Thank you sm for doing my Cheating w/character death one❤️❤️❤️. Ok umm so i’ve recently read a book involving the right person not enough time and I was wondering if u could do it w/João amksksksnksmsk. Thanks love❤️ I need help💀✋🏻

Choices- J.F

Pairings: João Felíx x F!Reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: written on request!!

Author note: hopefully I wrote your request right!😭

From the very beginning, both you and João were fully aware of the ramifications that came with being in a relationship. João's frequent travels to play matches out of town and your demanding job as an actor made it nearly impossible for you to be there for him during his games. As much as you longed to support him wholeheartedly, the reality was that you had to prioritize your filming commitments, even if it meant sacrificing being by João's side.

There were moments when João, under the influence of alcohol, would plead with you to give up your acting career entirely. Yet, deep down, you knew that you couldn't yield to his requests. You had invested countless years of hard work and dedication to reach the position you were in, and surrendering it all over a single demand was simply inconceivable.

You were currently on the set of a new popular series where you played the lead role. You were aware that João had an important game scheduled today, but due to the numerous retakes you had to endure, you could hardly find a moment to sneak away and catch a glimpse of the game or even send him a text to inquire about his progress. When you finally wrapped up on set around 1 am the first thing you did was check your phone, you were surprised to find zero messages from João, especially since you had sent one earlier at 3 pm before the game had even begun.

You reached out to your contact and persistently dialed his number until he answered on the final ring. "Hello?" His voice carried the weight of drowsiness, causing guilt to well up within you. "Hey, how did the game go today? I wasn't able to catch much of it." He hummed, pausing briefly before responding, "Yeah, it was alright. We managed to secure a victory, 1-0." A smile showed up on your face.

"That's good news, isn't it? Why do you sound so down?" You inquire, noticing the lackluster tone in his voice. "I'm not sure, y/n. I've been contemplating some things," he responds, causing anxiety to surge within you as you enter your car and lock the doors.

"About what?" You probe, flipping on the engine but remaining stationary, not daring to drive until you uncover the specifics of his concerns. He pauses once more, exhaling a heavy sigh into the phone, "I'm uncertain. Something in our relationship has been weighing me. I just don't see us progressing any further. You're stuck in your acting career, that even when I'm home, we barely see each other before you leave to go film. As for me, constantly jetting around the globe, you can't even join me for a game." You braced yourself, knowing this conversation was unlikely to conclude on a positive note.

“I know João, but you also have to know I do try my best to support you, even if my career seem to always stand in the way. And I know you have always told me countless of times to just quit cause I have you to help me, but what you don’t seem to comprehend is the part where im not at that point where I want to let my career go already“ your palms began to sweat, as you become increasingly anxious

“see y/n this is what I’m talking about. You don’t seem to try to put effort into this and it kills me. That’s why I just think it’s better we end this relationship for the best us of. Right now it isn’t a perfecting timing and we need to let that sink in..” he pauses for a moment “I have to go bye” before you could even share your thoughts on all of this, he abruptly ends the call, leaving you stunned by the rapidity of it all.

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📳 ... [021524] CECE INSTAGRAM LIVE HIGHLIGHTS ... !

LOCATION: sm building

PARTICIPANTS: cece ft. ten ( voice ) + haechan

♡ … REACTION TO TENS SONG FT. PHONE CALL WITH TEN !

"it's kinda scary." she laughed watching the video. "he sounds so good though." she watched the video with a proud smile. "he dances so good." she took a peek at the comments. "water? that's the other one." she said. "you want to watch that one next?" she read, waiting for the responses. "okay , let's finish this one first." she turned back to the screen. "ah that was it." she said, hitting pause so the next song wouldn't play. "it was so go good, ten oppa did a really good job, i really like his vocals." she gave the camera a thumbs up. "let's watch the other one, everyone wants me to."

she finished the performance video clapping. "it's really good , it has that sexy feeling." she laughed. "czennie don't take that the wrong way." she made an x with her hands. "don't." she said , reading the comments. "oh?" she read a comment. "no he isn't stop joking?" she laughed, until she seen his comment. 'sexy feeling?' he heard it. "yah, oppa, get off!" she exclaimed. "why would you guys set me up, you should've said he was on here." her face was red , just as her phone rang. "it's him." she said answer. "ciara my baby." she smiled. "oppa , congratulations on your debut." he thanked her. "did you like it." she hummed. "it was really good." she said. "sexy?" she whined. "stop it." he laughed. "you're gonna come to my fan concert?" he asked. "maybe , i don't think im busy that day." she said. "cheer for me in the crowds okay?" he said. "okay , i'll cheer loudly." she said. "say bye to czennie before you go." she said. "bye czennie, listen to my new song , cece said it was sexy." her ears were red. "oppa!" he laughed. "bye bye ciara my baby." she hung up. "he's crazy just like the rest of them."

"please show his song , it's really good." (yes this in me promoting my man , stream nightwalker )

♡ … NINGCE CRUMBS !

"im gonna post some pictures to Instagram today , let's see which ones." she opened her gallery, going through all her recent photos. "i haven't really been taking many photos of myself , i already have so many that i haven't even posted, they're just collecting dust in my gallery and taking up my storage." she also deleted a few. "okay some of storage is back, let's find one."

"oh!" she said. "this isn't one of just me." she said showing the camera her phone. "it's ningning!" she said. "this is when we went to jeju together." she slid to the next screen. "isn't she so cute." she smiled. "we always wanted to go to jeju together so when we had free time , we went for the weekend." she explained. "oh should i post these?" she said. "let me text her and ask." she sent a quick message turning to the camera. "what did we do?" she read the question. "we ate really good food , and we spent time together at the house we rented , it was so relaxing and fun , i had a good time , i hope we can go again." she picked up her phone since it had rang. "she said it was fine , great!" she said.

"i'll post these after the live , i promise."

♡ … NEW MUSIC !

"my food is on it's way." she said , reading comments. "new solo music spoiler?" she read. "it probably won't be for a while." she watched the comments fill up with people asking why. "well i mean , because of nct dream , we've been working on our comeback and so many other things for you guys , so i'll be busy with that , but maybe if i get the chance i will love to put out some music for you guys."

"actually there's a new song , i want to show you guys , it has a special guest on it , we worked on it a few months ago , we both wrote our own parts and i even helped arranged it , it's probably one of my favorites." she smiled. "i can't show you guys cause i don't have it , and cause they'll scold me if i keep spoiling things." she laughed.

"so let's just be patient and wait , it will come soon , i promise"

♡ … HAECHAN BRINGING HER FOOD !

"wait a minute, my food is here." she got up, answering the door , being met with haechans goofy smile. "yah , why did you highjack my food." she laughed. "because i wanted to surprise you." he said walking into the room , she closed the door sitting down. "i seen you earlier though?" she said. "only for a little bit , I'm on my way out." he said. "you're going home so soon?" he nodded sitting the food down. "i've been here too long." she nodded. "and how did you get my food?" she questioned.

"i was walking by , when i saw a staff about to come in here and i knew you were live." she hummed. "so you stole it." he nodded , she could his smile even past the mask. "what is it?" he asked. "it's pho , I ordered it before getting on live so , I'm gonna eat it on here and talk to czennies." he waved to the camera. "hello czennies." he waved. "he can't take off the mask , cause he didn't shave." she laughed. "i wasn't planning on being on camera." he said. "take it off , it looks good." she said, but he shook his head. "not today." he said. "already im gonna go." he said , bending down to hug her. "bye bye cece." he dramatically cried she rolled her eyes. "stop." he pulled away. "check your messages later." she nodded. "bye bye czennies." he waved , before leaving out.

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