#felt cute might delete later

[teatreeoilll]

If you were to ask Gojo Satoru who his first kiss was, he would always say it was you - making everyone at the dinner table, party, or bar look up at him with dreamy eyes while mouthing small awws and oohs to match.

And you’d sit there in silence, listening to him tell that blatant lie as your face grew red and your heart threatened to burst out of your chest, knowing that he had, in fact, kissed many girls before; whether they pressed their lips to his in high school parties, or grinded against him in clubs until finally shoving their tongues in his mouth; he had already done it plenty of times before he had ever laid eyes on you.

But on some drowsy night, when the thought first popped in his head, he muttered the words into the air like a prayer, “You know you were my first kiss, right?”

And he pouted when you laughed at what you felt was the nth joke of the day, until he started softly explaining that each kiss before you had never felt like what a kiss was supposed to be like; That when for the first time you finally found the courage to grab his face and press your lips to his, he knew the true terror of kissing. How he was scared that his tongue was too deep in your mouth even though he wanted to push it deeper and deeper, and how when you smiled against his lips, his stomach did cartwheels for hours after it ended.

“You don’t get to choose these things, Satoru.” You reprimanded, but never corrected him once.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk gojo #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo kissy drabble while i’m falling asleep #felt cute might delete later #jjk headcanons

[dustysbedroom]

#me #felt cute #selfie #felt cute might delete later #dustysbedroom #felt cute will delete later #idk #love yall #felt sexy #tattoo #christmas #merry christmas #happy holidays

[birf]

#there are full versions of this #plus a 3rd one that is definitely not safe for tumblr #….anyways #felt cute might delete later #(throws and runs) #m2 #mello #matt #death note #mellodramattic #matt x mello #mattmello #mihael keehl #mail jeevas #suggestive #dn fanart #mello fanart #matt fanart #art #barty

[aprylx]

THE OTHER VERSION

as i said in the first post, i just love him so much, one of the best characters in the franchise no doubt imo

but yeah, ive got a fanfic in the works (pretty much gonna be an AU type shit - similar to those fics where shiggy is found by like Inko instead of AFO, but not Inko - you'll see.)

These were fun to make, might make more, prolly not. (maybe dabi one??? idfk)

#mha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki #mha #mha spoilers #again maybe? #angst #undertale #tenko shimura #bnha #bnha spoilers #shitty photoshop #felt cute might delete later #his swagless looks and cringefail personality have captivated me

[irfrenchfries]

Hi i made u something 😘

"Your microphone's a turkey baster, Ford."

"Oh no, this only looks like a turkey baster. It's really an audio-video-olfactory recorder I obtained in dimension..."

The follow-up:

#no one wants this #but i made it anyway #ford pines #toby determined #sketches #gravity falls #fanart #no thanks #outfit swap #felt cute might delete later #somebody got a glowup #and also toby's there #do you think if ford became the razzdazzler bill would have left him alone

[sundayiminlove]

sleep, pretty darling [ dallas winston x f!reader ]

synopsis : you're overworking yourself with studying in preparation for exams, and dally isn't havin' it. contains : academic overachiever reader, whipped dallas winston, mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, notes : first writing post on here, kinda (very) nervous!! think i'm gonna make a point to write for each greaser in effort to shoehorn my way into outsiders tumblr?? yeah??? okay, GREAT. 99% chance i post something different for dal tho. just a messy, silly little drabble. ironically wrote after not sleeping for 32 hours. i'm sorry if he's a lil ooc y'all, this is my first dal fic in give or take a year!!! he'll get there, i promise! mwah mwah hope u enjoy warnings : not proofread, we die like dally

i.

PALE BLUE EYES slant sideways, casting a brief look at you.

Your nose is scrunched in concentration over the comically large textbook laid open in your lap. You're hunched over, tracing under each printed word with your finger, thumbing down when you stop to take a note.

Dallas is preemptively annoyed. He's been leaning expectantly against the doorframe circa ten seconds ago, and you're yet to notice him. He takes one last dramatic drag from his cigarette before begrudgingly discarding it on the outsole of his shoe. The creases on on your nose tighten as you catch a whiff of the wafting smoke. Though a vehement anti-smoker yourself, you've spent enough time around the gang to guarantee your lungs at least a permanent char. Despite this, you always just have to make a big song and dance of your distaste for them, and Dally does nothing to curb the quirk of his lips into a slight grin.

You have him, hook line and sinker.

"(Y/N)," he speaks at last. His tone is firm yet without underlying aggression; one exclusively for your ears.

You perk up.

Dallas' fingers splay against his lips as if holding a phantom cigarette. "What're you doin' over here so late, huh? Was out lookin' for you."

He watches as your gaze darts to the window. Nightfall has long since kissed the apex of Tulsa, yet you hadn't a clue. You'd been there for hours, crunching equations and fruitlessly jotting down formulas. The encroaching weight of finals week had rendered both your circadian rhythm and measure of passing time nugatory.

"Borrowin' one of Darry's old textbooks," you explain, the corners of your mouth tugging into a frown. "Not exactly a monastery but it beats that old Soc-infested library, long as Two stays gone, that is."

He crosses the Curtis' living room in four smooth strides, plopping down next to you on the couch. The flimsy cushion sinks beneath him, forcing you closer to him, and for once, Dally's grateful for the pathetic old thing's lack of structural integrity.

He lifts the textbook, ignoring your whimper of protest and sets it on the coffee table. He spins the silver band on his knuckle, averting his gaze downwards. "You know, sweetheart," he pauses, choosing his words. Dally wears his worry uniquely, sparingly. "I'm not particularly likin' all of these.. these books, and.." he trails off, thumb tracing your newly-formed eyebag as if he could swipe it clean. "When's the last time you got any sleep?"

Things are different. You're his girl now. And not just his pretty skirt for the night and until 7am after; no, this is serious. You're his girlfriend. His lover. It's foreign. It's enthralling.

No one had told poor Dallas that falling for you would unwind a deep vortex in his brain that noticed the trivial things, like how suspiciously little you blinked or how the vibrant pink in your cheeks had drained.

You lean into his touch with an exasperated sigh. "Dally, c'mon, don't you start this. I know it's nothin' to you, but it's finals week!" you huff. "I'll catch up on the sleep, swear it! I just, I got so much left to do here, and,"

Your defense falls on deaf ears. This has been it for weeks now; and the you-sized hole burning in his chest is only getting deeper. Dally's arms encircle your waist as he taps gently on the small of your back. "Don't give me that," he sighs. "God, baby, you're worryin' me, alright? Don't like seeing my girl so..." he fans his hand outwards.

As you tense and start to fly into another excuse, he shakes his head, mind already made. He's sparing no more of your attention. "You're comin' back to Buck's with me, alright?" His timbre leaves no room for argument, but you squirm regardless. His grip on you tightens. "And I'm making sure you get some goddamn rest."

You pout, looking over at your textbook as if it would personify and save you. "But," you start, only to be hastily shushed.

"But nothin', doll. C'mon, up ya go,"

With that, he scoops you up, one arm hooking around your legs. Your series of half-hearted protests are nullified as he secures you into Buck's old truck, movements careful yet hasty. You inevitably surrender, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you lean back into the torn leather.

BUCK MERRIL'S HOUSE is as quiet as Buck Merril's house is capable of being. You've never been to Buck Merril's house, so you don't find it very quiet at all.

Running his hands over the blanket, Dallas spreads it out on the floor, smoothening out the crinkles and corners. They reform almost immediately and he sighs heavily, airing it out on the pummeled mattress in defeat. If he would have know he'd be conducting a full-scale kidnapping for the sake of your rest, he might have better prepared. Might have.

So, here's the thing, right?"

There have been girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been quite a few girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.

There have been zero girls in Dallas Winston's bed that he didn't bring into it with meaningless sex on the horizons.

You're no snob and he knows this, but now, it's the principle. Dallas Winston may sleep on a mattress deficient of ample springs and no top sheet, but Dallas Winston's girl should never. In spite his hazy, rose-colored, Y/N-centric world created under this roof, he knows he has to step it up.

As soon as he hears the faucet cut off, he's off his feet. He flings himself onto the mattress, hitching one leg up as he awaits the slow creek of the door.

And there you stand.

Dallas wonders what karmic debt is being paid off for him to deserve to see you like this. His lips part as he drinks in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. You, in his lightly wrinkled grey tee that scarcely conceals your bare thighs. Your face glistens with renew, a few stray droplets racing down your forehead and cheeks. Even trammeled by exhaustion, you knock the wind right out of him.

You wear the moonlight beautifully. It traces each feature so delicately as you sit beside him on the bed. "I'm—," you start, but pause to let a little yawn. He practically melts beside you.

"I'm sorry I gave you such a tough time, darlin'," you continue, situating under the blanket. "You were right, I'm proper beat."

He smirks, propping his head up to look down on you. "As always," he notes, tucking a fly-away hair behind your ears. You roll your eyes and give him a playful jab, to which he winces in mock affliction. "Some nerve," he hums, thumb tracing your cheek.

You look at him, lips parting gently. This isn't Dallas Winston; that infamous, no-good hoodlum from the wrong side of the tracks. This is your Dally, someone you alone have the absolute pleasure of knowing.

"That's it," he whispers as you surrender to his side, nuzzling his neck. Your eyes are heavy, faltering by the second, yet your grip on him is unyielding. He's never felt a thing like this before, and he's quickly becoming putty in your careful arms. He's content to lay awake all night, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as slumber claims you.

His gangly fingers trace idly on your back, and he knows. He will never be the same.

#the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #dally x reader #dally winston #the outsiders #sundayiminlove #felt cute might delete later #golden slumbers #dallas x reader #dallas winston fluff #dallas winston cuddles #dallas winston imagine #matt dillon #matt dillon x reader #♪ rowan writes outsiders!!

[kaarnalaiva]

🔥 or something like that

#kaarnalaiva #me #mine #my body #lingerie #selfie #ok to reblog #please rebagel #🍩 #felt cute might delete later #I’m actually not sure if I like this #but hey #idk #peep the purple hair #it was burgundy but I accidentally bought a wrong colour hair mask so it’s kinda purple rn #oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️

[zelena-salata]

old rough VW sketch I decided to colour

#i dont really like it but its fine #felt cute might delete later #they occupy my head 24/7 #vashwood #wolfvash #vash the stampede #trigun vash #nicolas d wolfwood #trigun wolfwood #vash x wolfwood #trimax #trigun #fanart #sketch #anime #art

[moonshadow-palette]

𝑩𝑩/𝑨𝑵𝑮3𝑳

#me #angel #halloween #felt cute might delete later

[dustysbedroom]

🦋

#me #felt cute #selfie #felt cute might delete later #dustysbedroom #felt cute will delete later #idk #love yall #felt sexy #tattoo

[fireis-catching]

#me #my face #selfie #felt cute might delete later

[mitsvriii]

HOMEWRECKER

↳ ❝ [ 2006! gojo satoru x reader] ¡! ❞ 『 ↳✧･slightly suggestive at the end, cheating undertones; word count: 679 ↳ some ooc gojo? (first time writing (-_-‘) ), lazy fic (literally just scrapped this together cause i needed to post), will edit the layout and add dividers once i get back on my laptop, not proofread!! -༉‧₊˚✧

Gojo Satoru was a homewrecker. He knew he was one, too; although he didn’t say anything in relation to it. He was slicker than an eel with the entire act of ‘discreetly’ trying to pressure you to commit infidelity to your boyfriend, although boyfriend was the last word in the dictionary that he would use to describe the man you were dating. 

His antics started sometime over the cool fall when your newfound boyfriend had taken the time to drop you off at Jujutsu High, departing by leaving you a fleeting kiss on your lips that Satoru himself longed to taste for himself. With a frown carving into his face, he ignored the look questionable Shoko was giving him before turning his lips upward and shaped them into a practiced smirk, brushing past Suguru to greet you. 

Ever since the chance encounter of seeing your boyfriend, he seemed to think that grabbing your attention whenever the mentioned man was around you was a game as fun as a cat trying to catch a toy mouse. 

You didn’t flinch first, though. You weren’t swayed by his over the top gestures of service, which Suguru often gagged to himself at, his compliments sweeter than honey, or the way you automatically had a piece of clothing or an accessory that you had been rambling to Shoko about on your doorstep wrapped in fine lace the next morning. You were loyal, he gave you that much. Almost every other girl he knew would drop their partner for him faster than he could blink.

Although he knew that even you had your limits.

It was an innocent question, honestly. As innocent as a question from Satoru could be in a sense. “Are you happy with your boyfriend?” He dropped the marble hoping to shatter your fragile, glass structure that separated yourself from being his as he came to pick you up since you were preparing to leave for a night out with the rest of your shared friends (although Nanami and Utahime might’ve left the country if they knew Satoru considered them his “friends”).

“Excuse me?” The look you threw at him caused his teeth to dig into his bottom lip to stop himself from smirking.

“I asked if you were happy with him?” Satoru tilted his head as he scanned your eyes with his own, trying to see if he could fish out any hidden emotion that you were trying to store away as if they were old and broken toys.

You scoffed before narrowing your eyes in challenge, “Of course I am.” Satoru hummed thought as he walked so slowly towards you it was as if he was the fox and you were the rabbit. “You sure?

Because as far as I’m concerned, him leaving you at nights and barely taking you on dates isn’t even nice of him.” A mock of sympathy was embedded in his tone as you clicked his tongue. When did he get so close? “Not to mention all of the times he’s failed to greet you without any affection, I mean that much is obvious based on the amount of times you basically cling onto everyone else like a baby, huh?”

“What are you-“ you cut yourself off as your eyes widened once your head snapped up. Swallowing as you tried to ignore how close he was to you, you continued, “What are you getting at?”

“I could treat you so much better than him”, the shiver you released once the back of his fingers grazed your cheek fueled his fire, “Just think about it. I can assure you I’d never let any of your needs go unnoticed.”

The words were practically being cooed out as he grasped your chin in his hands, tilting your face up to look at him. Once you closed your eyes hesitantly and nodded, the grin that spread across his face was triumphant as he pressed his lips to yours. And when you let his tongue brush past your lips, he knew he had won the oh-so-difficult game of cat and mouse. 

#felt cute might delete later #ugh i gen hate this #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you