way back when i made a post about how this reminded me of you and smt about the buttening with @wonderlandmind4
and you know you may have never seen this but i think about that possum picture everyday. went to that dollar store again and they dissapeared since then and everyday i regret not getting one...they look so silly and suspicious....
anyway congrats about the cat!!!! getting approved by stranger cats is a sign you have a super cool feline friendly aura
THOSE EYES THOUGH, THESE ARE ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS! 😂😂😂 And absolutely suspicious and narrow-eyed, jesus that one in the back has me dying, major vibes of don't even think about it. I love when toys come out like this, I have no idea if it's intentional or if whoever designed them just had a sense of humor, but 10 stars of 10, would buy both as a Possum Myself (TM) and as someone who loves the idea of dog toys like this! Thank you for coming to show this, I didn't see it the first time around!
AND ALSO THANK YOU ON THE CAT, I was practically vibrating on the couch when the cat came over, like yes, yes, come be friends with me, look I'll hold really still and pretend I don't see you. AND NOW THE CAT IS MY FRIEND. Next goal: go there often enough that the cat upgrades me to EXTRA SPECIAL LAP STATUS.
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࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 07:30 P.M 」
cat anon, i'm holding you responsible for this very domestic and cute idea of indulgence, and ahhhhhh i just need more fluff—
a part of gojo's love entries
“you’re always, always so messy!”
“you never put the socks where they belong!”
“and lately you stink too!”
you were ranting a whole lot of your grievances to your husband as you munched on chocolate cookies from a jar, your face scrunched up and visibly vexed.
throughout it all, satoru took on your tirade with a very smooth smile, occasionally suppressing his impulse to burst into laughter, because what an adorable sight you were—all pouting with the swell of his child inside you, messing up your hormones.
“i stink?” he tilted his head to the side, blinking innocently, eyes crinkling with such fondness and a visible hint of laugh. “that can’t be—”
“you are! and you are home late too these days!” you puffed your cheeks, now chubbier—and you’re so freaking cute this way, there’s nothing satoru wants more than to smooch you, really.
“is that your way of saying that you missed me, hmm?”
“no! why would i?!”
“because i’m your very good-looking husband?”
“ew! no! you’re just a horny weirdo!”
that finally got him to outwardly snicker. “can’t you see that we’re doing an honorable deed? we’re increasing japan’s birth rate~”
it wasn’t the first time of you suddenly painting him up as the bad guy due to your raging hormones, and satoru was entertained each and every time. he always humored you without fail even when you got mad at him for no reason—in his eyes, you were just the height of cuteness, and he was ever so grateful that you were growing his baby at all.
later at night, after your bath, a softer part of you suddenly felt a tad bit guilty for roasting your husband—the hormones at play, heh—and now, wanted to snuggle up to him instead.
satoru’s eyes lit up in mischief when you got to the bed and pressed yourself to him.
“oh? so the wife now wants cuddles?”
“…can’t i? i’ve done a lot for you—carrying your baby is a job in and of itself.” you pointed at your bump with a pout. “see if you can find another girl who can put up with you and just ask for cuddles in return.”
“ehh? is that what you want me to do? go find another girl and forget you just like that?”
the idea made you frown and satoru immediately barked a laugh, pulling you to sit on his lap.
“aww, look at that cute face,” he tried to appease you, a stupid grin on his face as he poked your cheek, with you still frowning deeply. “no, no. that’s not going to happen~”
you were still giving him a very annoyed look, and satoru knew just what to make you soft for him again, as he pulled you by your chin closer and peppered your face with kisses—
“you’re” kiss “the only girl” kiss “i’ll ever love” kiss —yeah?”
safe to say, you melted into a puddle in his arms, ignoring the searing heat on your cheeks as you pressed your face to his chest, with him chuckling, wrapping one arm around you in a secure hold and roaming his other hand on your tummy, smile widening upon feeling a kick.
“well, kid, mama is such a sweetie, isn’t she?”
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A Blossoming Proposal
Gojo x reader
Genre: Fluff
Words: 282
Synopsis: A child confesses to you at a park
Masterlist
It was a pleasant day, and you and Satoru Gojo decided to spend some quality time together at the park. The sun was shining, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. Hand in hand, you strolled along the path, basking in the warmth of the sun rays.
As you reached a nice spot with a picture worthy view, you decided to settle down on a blanket spread beneath a blossoming cherry tree. The soft pink petals lay all around you, creating a romantic atmosphere.
Lost in your own world, you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted by the sight of a small child, their eyes sparkling with innocence. The child held a delicate flower in their tiny hand, extending it towards you.
"Excuse me," the child said with a sweet voice, "I picked this flower just for you. Will you marry me?"
You couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected proposal. You looked at Gojo, who was trying his best to suppress a grin. Taking the flower gently, you replied, "Thank you so much! It's a beautiful flower, and I'm honored by your proposal."
The child beamed with joy, "Yay! I'm glad you like it! You're the prettiest person I've ever seen."
As the child happily skipped away, Gojo turned to you with a smirk, "Looks like you've got an admirer, huh?"
You playfully nudged him, teasing, "Well, who can resist my charm?"
Gojo chuckled, "I guess I'll have to up my game then. Maybe I should start proposing with flowers too."
You laughed together, enjoying the lighthearted moment. The park date continued, and this was one adorable proposal that you'll never forget.
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Hi Yoru
Fontain characters that surprised they can get hard again after second round?
including. wriothesley, neuvillette
synopsis. getting hard again after cumming twice
a/n. this might be unrealistic getting hard without an aphrodisiac or something after already cumming twice but these men aren't real so woohoo!!!!!
cw. very filthy, lots of cum lmao, they have bottomless endurance your honor, insatiable men!!!!!!, dirty talk, cumming inside, fem! reader
— ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱
erratic fingers spiraling through disheveled silk, perspiration on your skin, your back arched like a bow, all presenting a delirious state.
after the second time wriothesley emptied himself in you, your thighs glistened of dried cum, little beads of his gift glowing like blazed selenite around your pussy and legs while his cock rests on top of your stomach, twitching and spent, or that is what you originally thought.
you two are insatiable, the honeymoon phase just never seems to disappear. your souls and kisses attempting to chase heaven that was only possible with the help of your bodies becoming one.
the need— that deep craving, it's always concealed in your smile when you want another round from wriothesley to push his cock all the way inside your velvety, clenching walls, your hums following an innocent tune of, "you're not tired yet, or are you baby? hm, you must be getting old," you jest, fiery gaze beneath your lashes.
to which, he'd reply with, "yeah, old and tired, don't you see?" he points to his palm slowly fisting his semi-erected length, hard, "as you are now sweetheart, still bratty and full of energy, i cannot leave you in that state, can i?"
your minds were too dazed by fucking and drooling all over each other, your perspiration oozing down your sticky flesh, your bodies too unstoppable.
you pout shyly at him, igniting a lust inside of his heart, "no, you cannot, i'm glad you say that," as you sneakily wiggle your hips up to make his fat tip rub into your weeping folds.
wriothesley's jaw couldn't help but fall at the way you were so blunt about it, it was fucking sexy, everything about you was so sexy.
when you're showing him how much you wanted this, wanted him.
— ꒰ NEUVILLETTE ꒱
your skin is blistering like coals when you look down to your core, your eyes darting right there as neuvillette pulls his cock from your hole, and with that, the complete mess he's left to stick on your weeping walls.
gazing and marveling at how he framed your delicate figure with his unbeatable marks wasn't new to you— in your undivided truth, the iudex was the most handsome, most graceful when his skin was bounteous of spit, arousal and sex, candid pheromones ghosting in the air and enhancing the sultry scenery to your eyes.
every time he took off his garments and exposed his porcelain skin, your jaw couldn't help but go slacked, and when he bounces your body on his cock, you need to make him go harder. despite the quivering on your thighs and legs, you do not want him to stop pumping his load in you— not even after the second time.
doe-eyed, neuvillette leisurely rubs his cock in between your creamy folds with an audible groan, fuck, it felt so good, and there was a mysterious enchantment webbed in his muscular abdomen when he leans down to your body, his biceps flexing when he fucks his palm, his velvety tip tapping against your stretched-out hole whenever he grinds his hips into the small tunnel of his hand.
it wasn't long until neuvillette was entirely hard again, his pain-stricken erection throbbing in his hand but wishing to twitch in your wet walls instead. for the far greater pleasure, you swathe his hand away before replacing it with your own, gliding your delicate trace alone the length of his cock, skilled enough to coax a broken shudder from the body that leaned back into you for support.
"forgive me, dear," neuvillette sighs out in defeat, his heart stuttering, "feeling you.... like this, always leaves me stranded with a hunger i cannot quench," the last thing he wanted was to drive you up against the walls or something— neuvillette wanted you to rest, the man found it embarrassing to get hard again despite you allowing him to spill himself in you twice already.
if only he knew that you couldn't get enough of him either.
his dripping length pressed in between your palm made his body react to you automatically, and you fist him harder before making him shrivel in anticipation, "it's okay, you see? let me help you out," your voice provides him with a certain hotness that swallows his body whole, which in fact, the warmth begins to travel from his neck down to the entirety of his spine.
you line his cock up with your slicked hole before finally popping his fat tip through the tight entrance as he drools at the feeling, like it's the first time he's felt you tonight— when in reality, your dried up arousal and his thick cum covering the majority of your flesh would beg to differ.
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