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new theme i like it a lot :D

#please tell me you like it #im writing but im brain dead like. #i have so many ideas i promise #thank u for your patience <3 #no one asked for an update but i just need to let it out sometimes yk #cielo interacts with her lovers #just cielo thoughts #love u moots

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anyway this is satoru “whining while you give him a handjob” gojo

#my bad i’m high and this is i can think about #jjk #jjk fandom #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo brain rot right now #cielo is a whore for this man #just cielo thoughts

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high CIELO is not a good idea

#guys i’m horny and have ideas ok #just cielo thoughts #uh ohhhhhh

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url change !!

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✧･ﾟ:*✧ @animangacreators CHALLENGE #3: Alphabet ✧*:･ﾟ✧

T : Tian Guan Ci Fu

#🫶🏽🫶🏽🦋🦋 #just cielo thoughts

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coming back from mini-hiatus just to say i miss kazutora again 😭😭😭😭😭

#i miss him so much holy shit‼️ #WHERE IS HE #i’ve been reading the manga and stuff but. #ITS NOT ENOUGH #bring him back safely pls

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i miss kazutora so much

#yes i’m writing 😭😭😭😭 #i’ve just been working a lot #megumi and sukuna are on the dock (: #just cielo thoughts

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ugh the only thing keeping me alive is that tokyo rev s2 will show post-jail kazutora in the first episode 😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽

#pls pls it’s been so long #i just. #i love kazutora so much 😭😭 #my tummy feels like 🦋🦋🦋 #just cielo thoughts #tokyo revengers #kazutora hanemiya

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˖  ݁ . ࿓ your softest love is at 11 am warnings. reader wears earrings, fluff

sakusa kiyoomi wakes up late on the weekends.

and once he gets out of bed — almost always at eleven am — you’re graced with his morning glory; soft, messy curls and tinted pink cheeks and toned chest bare and eyes drowsy. and you’re greeted with a kiss on the crook of your neck (in the crooks of your body, he had started one incredibly early morning, tip of his index finger trailing down your waist, i find my religion. and that’s probably the moment in which you fell in love with sakusa kiyoomi — once he quoted sappho as the sun woke up), an almost inaudible good morning, my love as his fingers gently touch your shoulder and his arm wraps around your waist pliantly.

you smile back at him, obviously. it’s inevitable. it’s routine. “good morning, ‘yoomi. how’d you sleep?”

he breaks the hug and opens the cabinet, takes out a dark blue mug with white stars splattered on it (again that one, kiyo? you had asked once and he looked at you almost incredulously. it’s my favorite one, he had shrugged. how could it not be? you gave it to me), then takes out a white mug with small, yellow flowers scattered about. your favorite one, the one he gifted you on your one year anniversary.

“nicely. my shoulder hurts, though.”

you hum, flip a pancake. “do you want me to massage them later today? we don’t have any plans.”

sakusa turns to look at you, about to answer before he notices your pearl earring is about to fall off. “don’t move.”

“why do — is there a bug on me?!”

“no,” his cold fingers touch your lobe and his eyebrows furrow in concentration, a small smile tugs at his lips. “your earring was about to fall off.”

“oh. thanks, kiyoomi. my love, my life.” your palm rests on his cheek, your fingers almost touch his hair. your other hand goes to plant itself against your heart dramatically. “my twin flame. the one i wake up for extra early on saturday mornings to make breakfast for. my beloved.”

he kisses the tip of your nose. “you’re so dramatic,” and he almost laughs, smile turning wider. “all i did was fix your earring — you klutz.” he squeezes your hip, presses a kiss to the side of your lip.

you gasp. “kiyo! i am no klutz!”

“hmm. you kind of are.”

sakusa kiyoomi is most teasing at eleven am — as you move your breakfast from the kitchen to the table, as he pours his love into your heart.

“you’re the cutest klutz, though.”

his arm wraps around your waist and he brings your body closer to his bare, almost cold chest. and you swear you become a puddle — because even though you’ve been dating him for years, you still have a crush on him. a silly, innocent crush that makes you want to steal the stars for him.

and you laugh, nose scrunched. “thanks, i guess, mr. germaphobe.”

he smiles, rolls his eyes as he presses a kiss in between your eyebrows. “nothing bad with disliking germs. i’m not a germaphobe — i like staying clean.” his fingers interlace with yours. he smiles. “c’mon, let’s eat before the food gets cold.” and he kisses your outer palm.

sakusa kiyoomi’s love is the most tender and soft at eleven am. he lets it seep through your body, like royal nectar on a honeycomb, with every kiss he plants upon it.

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note. wah! soft kiyoomi >_< my apologies for any mistakes, this isn’t proofread and i solely wrote it for the earring scene. sobs </3

#🥹🥹🦋🦋 #just cielo thoughts #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu!!

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via @shaga555iris on twt ❤️

#OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDD #i will sell my family just to see this go down…i wish i was joking #just. five minutes pls #i beg #🥰😍😝😋🤪🦋🦋 #CIELO IS A WHOREEEEEE #jjk #jjk choso #naoya zenin #geto suguru #ryomen sukuna #megumi fushiguro #satoru gojo #toji fushiguro #yuji itadori

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this was so cute thank you so much 😭😭😭😭😭

Callisto

written for @ob-levi-on ❤ (sorry it took a while, I hope you like it)

warning: Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader; hurt to comfort

Derived from Greek κάλλιστος (kallistos) meaning "most beautiful". In Greek mythology Callisto was a nymph who was loved by Zeus. She was changed into a she-bear by Hera, and subsequently became the Great Bear constellation.

The first time you saw him, it was the word beautiful that defined him. There was a friendly match on Aoba Johsai's volleyball court. The bleachers were full of spectators, it was loud. Cheers and shouts can be heard, especially when the setter plays, the girls' screams will intensify.

That place was not your usual place as you prefer a more tranquil place. With eyes gleamed with passion, his hands were flexing to set the ball, and a smile plastered on his face in the euphoria of scoring. You cannot deny the fact that you were captivated at the moment.

He's still the same guy he was in high school, but with tanned skin and a more athletic form. He looks more mature in his mid-20s, but his grin is still familiar. You watch him play, basking in the shade of the sunset. He wipes his glistening sweat and exchanges compliments with his teammates.

You once again concentrate on the majestic heavenly body which is about to lie beneath the horizon. Mix and ooze another paint to mimic the scenery while the sand grains massage your bare feet. This is a beautiful serene time to end your day.

Day by day, you come to the white sandy beach at the same hour. And you can always find him in the same arena. It seems that the universe is on your side as you continue to cross his path all the time. Unconsciously, you started to include the beach volleyball team in your painting.

"What a beautiful painting." Too lost in your thought, the man you've been thinking about was already standing right in front of you.

It only starts with a single compliment that leads to hello and self-introduction. Even though you went to the same high school, you were just an acquaintance. You prefer to start fresh - it will be awkward if he doesn't remember you. And he plays along with you.

"My name is Oikawa Tooru," he said.

You tell him your name in exchange, taking his hand outstretched hand; it's bigger and warmer than yours. There's a sense of friction from meeting and parting with his hand. Some other time, you meet him again during his usual beach volleyball match.

At first, all the banters were light. You giggle at his expression when he failed to reach the ball. He tells you so many silly theories and during his break, he will eagerly explain some volleyball techniques.

But as time goes by, slowly but surely he peels off, showing his true self. He's much more profound than the facade -  the smoothness of his ice shell where an ocean of deep feeling lies.

He tells you how he used to push himself unhealthily, to the point where he put himself at risk. He tells about his insecurity and how he has dealt with it and is still working on it. His vulnerability makes you want to give him a hug, which you keep alone to yourself.

Sharing the sunset with him and watching the ethereal sunlight are the moments you look forward to everyday. A precious moment with an important person that you want to hold so dearly. You didn't know he can be even more beautiful with the proximity, to find that there are freckles that spread out like tiny stars on his face.

Unfortunately, today the person who shares the sunset with him is not you. There's already a beautiful woman giggling beside him, casually pinching his cheek while letting out a carefree laugh. She looks much more mature but still freshly beautiful, her long brunette hair waves gracefully as the wind rises.

She's the definition that age only flourishes her with grace. And in the sunset light, her head resting on his broad shoulder. Their interaction was too close to your liking. But who are you to feel even a glimpse of jealousy?

You walk away from the beachside with a weight on your feet. Something burns in your chest, you never know you want him so bad, to be someone who has significance in his life. It makes sense why Zeus come to snatch Callisto away because of her beauty and his own curse, love. Even when he had to deceive those around him.

The next day you come again to the beach, sitting bench aways from your usual place, seeking for therapy by painting the sunset again. Today's sunset is painfully pink as she’s is in love, a bit contrast to your broken heart.

But your presence isn’t getting unnoticed to the volleyball player with a number 13. He comes up to you and sits right beside you, admiring your look everytime you graze another paint on your canvas. If only you notice his gaze, he is in awe and love struck.

He asks why are you not sitting at your usual place. Your eyes still glued to the canvas from the start, ignoring his intense look because you fear those brown orbs will enchant you, making you fall all over again.

You half-heartedly answer with an argument that you need to take this spot since people were blocking the view.

"Besides, I thought today you were with your girlfriend again," you add, biting the inside of your cheeks. You try to speak in the most neutral tone, not realizing you're totally a terrible liar from your slightly pouted lips and furrowed brows. 

Now all you can hear is Oikawa chuckle that confused you, successfully gathering your attention to him. You meet his teasing eyes and infamous grin.

"As I remember, I don't have any girlfriend. The last girl I met yesterday was my sister. It's been a while since the last time she visited Argentina, I missed her so much."

"Besides, what if the girl I want to be my girlfriend is sitting right in front of me?"

Under the hues of the beautiful sunset, you're dumbfounded. He pierces right into your heart, heat creeping up your cheeks. Because you didn't expect that beautiful Callisto will catch you first. While you always think every aspect of him is so dazzling, he believes you're the most beautiful one.

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taglist: @hyeque @passionateuchiha @crystal-lilac @ohtobiors @sabyss @miya-dynasty @oikawas-milk-bread @wolffmaiden @wayyen @justheretoaskandread @filledasaf @momochimo @simpforerenn @sweetkoshi @suckerforsugawara

#NDALKSKSKDWKQKKW #argentina tooru lives in my head rent free #cielo loves oikawa 🫶🏽😏 #oikawa tooru #haikyuu!!

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i know i’ve been MIA the past couple of days but i was enjoying some family time <3 i was working on hawks and aki fics a little bit but i’m releasing a smutty sukuna fic first because it’s what has my attention rn (-: love u moots

#no one asked for an update but i just need to let it out sometimes yk #love u moots #just cielo thoughts

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IN LOVE WITH THE PUSSY !!

—› notes. self indulgent with my top three n also a little smth for draken <3

—› ft. draken, mitsuya, hakkai

—› cw. pussydrunk men, oral, afab! reader, dumbification, face riding, cumming untouched, overstimulation, cnc? (just in case)

not proofread. 18+ only. minors, blank, ageless blogs dni

DRAKEN

menace. pussydrunk. pussywhipped. he cannot stand being away from your messy cunt, webbed hole all twitchy and creamy with cum when he makes you cum three times in a row with just eager strokes of his tongue, lapping up your sweet juices because you really taste that good, and he really can’t find it in himself to stop when you quiver and buck your hips, close to riding his face above him.

he loves when you sit on his face, loves the full weight of you all on him. it gets him hard just like that. makes a dewdrop of precum bead at his tip before it grows and runs down his shaft that’s branched out with big, throbbing veins.

the feel of his senses being smothered by your cunt is like heaven to him.

the taste of nectar, sweet and creamy, on his tongue as your pussy cries and gushes slick, draken almost thinks he’s drinking honey straight from your puffy folds. but you don’t reciprocate the sentiment as you try to lift them away from him, so he has to wrap his strong arms around your waist, forearms resting on your plush thighs, just to pull you down and keep you there.

he loves the way your tiny hole twitches as it creams gloopy cum that drops and fills his mouth perfectly. likes it even better when you convulse and thrash around on top of him, tugging at his hair and limping against his headboard since you can’t hold yourself up anymore and putting all of your weight on him anyway. then you have no choice but to take his tongue rubbing and prodding at your puffy clit, breaching your walls and stretching you out the tiniest bit to lick along your sweet spot, jabbing at spongy, ribbed walls.

and god the smell of your freshly creamed cunt makes his head dizzy and his cock throb, makes the fire in his loins burn brighter that he bucks his hips, swirls and rolls them out of habit because his heavy, neglected dick remembers the squeeze and clamp of your walls that’s currently on his tongue.

MITSUYA

while you’re sobbing and convulsing beneath him, blabbering anything that crosses your stupid, little, fucked out head, that is when mitsuya likes you best. which happens more often than you think because you’re a naive and trusting little thing to believe in the soft glaze of his eyes, lovestruck and adoring, in the gentle touches of his careful hands—that are guiding you right into the palm of his hands, right under your nose.

you’re foolish enough to believe in the dulcet coos of his warm voice that makes your head foggy with praise and adoration and love.

(mitsuya might love you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna ruin you.)

so like that, soft coos of your name, tender praises of your compliance makes your head foggy with love and obedience as you walk right into his grasp, and then he doesn’t let you go. which is where you find yourself now, knees bent at your chest, legs spread, him laying on his stomach, face hovering above your slicked slit, rosy folds puffy and fluttering as your nth climax rushes over you.

his strong, calloused hands are flat against the under fat of your plush thighs, lithe fingers digging crescents into your skin. fat, salty tears run free down your eyes, blurring your vision, and the back to back orgasms without a break constricts your breathing, makes it run continuously and irregularly, which causes you to have a bad case of the hiccups.

you’re tired and exhausted, and most of all shy as mitsuya laps at your creaming cunt with a ferocity befitting a criminal eating his last meal. a rough tongue strokes against your lips and puffy clit, occasionally breaching your entrance to slurp up the ongoing stream of your slick.

your pussy is messy, sloppy as you bury your face in your hands to prevent the icy gaze of mitsuya’s dark lilac eyes on you, watching each tick, each scrunch of your brows, each gasp and moan and mewl and wince, the tiny hiccups sprinkled within.

his eyes feel scary on you, makes you feel like he’s going to keep doing this until he has his fill observing your descent into post-orgasm agony.

his fingers are tight as they keep your legs open, no matter how hard you try to close them or pull away. “keep that pretty girl open for me baby. ‘m not done with you yet.” he says in warning as he kisses your sensitive nub before sealing his lips over it and sucking.

your eyes roll back, and you see white as the small flutter in your stomach grows stronger, and you feel your walls spasm. liquid squirts and you convulse before your mind blanks.

HAKKAI

this sweet boy is limp underneath you, hands weakly clutched on to your hips, tongue slow as it laps over your slit, occasionally rolling against your engorged clit, jaw stiff and locked as his mouth hangs open.

he was enthusiastic at the start, tongue strong and fast as it stroked your puffy folds, breaching your hole to gather more juices into his mouth to have it pool on his tongue, but eventually the smother of your heady cunt struck him, fogged his head into a stupid mess of paralyzing arousal, and now he just lays there as you rock your hips to make your clit catch against his tongue, flat and sticking out of his lips, slit sloppy as it rubs against the thick muscle.

“you’re doing so good for me ‘kai. so good. ‘m gonna cum soon.” and when you mewl your praises to him like that, he can’t help the automatic way his tongue slithers inside your walls again, so you could ride it, or the way he tilts his head down to prolong his nose to hit against your nub.

as you rut your hips on his face, cunt riding his tongue as he tries his best to curl it to your sweet spot, a band in his stomach comes close to snapping along with his throbbing dick that’s leaking precum like a faucet to his twitching balls.

when you cum, walls clamping down on his tongue, gush of nectar falling right into his awaiting mouth, the band snaps. his hips buck up behind you, and you think he’s just searching for friction, so you don’t pay it any mind, but when you lean back to allow him some air, there’s a puddle of white on his toned stomach that your hand lands in, shaft still jumping as more spurts of white shoot from his cockslit, balls snapping in time with each spurt of cum.

“oh.”

you shakily lift yourself from his face, tongue popping out of your hole, sticky slivers of cream glued to hakkai’s chin, a shiny sheen of slick against his cherry red, swollen lips, and chin, and despite the mess you made on him, or the way your pussy flooded his smell and mouth, his head lifts to follow your enchanting hole that he wants back on his tongue desperately, but it falls back down, and he moans when a soft hand circles his thick cock, slowly starting to pump it, lathering up the remnants of his orgasm to provide a smoother glide.

and hakkai forgets about your pussy.

post a/n. goddamn my clit was throbbing so hard during draken’s part. free me of that man. wrote this all with my pussy

tagz. @bxnten @tokyomanjihoe @kisakiapologist @bokuroskitten @tokyometronetwork + from taglist: @festive , @inupi , @thevillagehiddenintheinternet , @ray-lol , @ry0m3n , @sleepy3 (let me know if you would like to be taken off!)

#😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 #dear lord 😊😊😊😊 #LOVED THIS ❤️❗️ #tokyo revengers #just cielo thoughts

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ー MOB PSYCHO 100 ✰season 3 pv trailer!

#ANSKWOWJSNDJWKWJ #i missed mob 🥹 #the best boy 😚😚😚😚 #just cielo thoughts

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also hawks and aki smut are in the works 😁😁😁😁😁

#just waiting for finals to be over #my brain is ROTTING with many unholy thoughts therefore i must unleash #just cielo thoughts

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Barista!Levi

T/W: fluff :)

A/N: i miss going to coffee shops and meeting cute barista:(

the sixth in my “week of drabbles” challenge! the requirements: has to be over 500 words, posted before 10 pm PST and i can’t overthink it :D

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Barista!Levi has your order memorized and remembers the times you come in during the week. He makes sure to be running the cash register so he could talk to you. He always asks about your day and how work or your classes are going. Everyone at the cafe knows he has a crush on you but he always says he’s just being a good service employee (Hange laughed in his face when he argued this). His days always get better when he says you, you’re a ray of sunshine in his otherwise dreary day. He thinks you’re so funny and sweet. On days you don’t come in, he gets so grumpy and irritated (Again, Hange teases him). 

Sometimes he wondered if you have a partner, he assumes you do because someone as lovely as you deserves to be cherished and loved. When you leave the cafe, he watched you go with a soft yearning in his gaze. He would do anything to be able to love you. 

While opening alone one day, you came in. Levi was surprised to see you but welcomed the surprise. You told him about the early final you had. You were nervous, scared you might not do well but Levi assured you that you could pass without fail. He might have gotten carried away and said that you were amazing and capable of doing anything you wanted. You were in awe. It warmed your heart that the cute barista you had a crush on thought so highly of you. You thanked him, grabbed your drink and left. You wished you could stay a bit longer but you were already running late. 

You didn’t show up for a few days. Levi was sad and worried he may have stepped over a boundary. After a week of you not coming in, he was surprised to see you entering with a huge smile on your face. His heart skipped a beat and he smiled back at you. Nervously, he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. You walked to the counter with purpose, you were on a mission today. 

You ordered your regular drink and made small talk with him as he made it. When he handed you your drink, your hands lingered over his for a second. You apologized and looked at the ground. You started to feel self-conscious, hoping Levi wasn’t thinking you were being too pushy. You were starting to lose faith in your mission. To be honest, you were hoping to ask Levi out on a date but now you were starting to second guess it. What if he thought it was inappropriate to ask while he was working?

You thanked him quickly and ran out of the cafe. But before you could be too hard on yourself, you noticed something written on the cup. It was a phone number, Levi’s phone number and a note saying: I’m glad to see you again. Let’s hang out when I’m not wearing this stupid apron. 

Suddenly, nothing mattered anymore, not the strangers giving you weird stares as you pumped your fist in the air, not the stress of the new term, nothing did because Levi liked you back. It was the beginning of something new and you knew it was going to be a good one.

#ONG THE LITTLE NOTE 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #barista levi suddenly has me in a chokehold #cielo loves levi 🤩❤️ #just cielo thoughts

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#AYOOOOOO 🤨🤨🤨 #something just awoke in me… #dabi? more like FUCK ME 😝😝 #my tummy feels like 🦋🦋🦋 #just cielo thoughts