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katesemeniuk · 9 months

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#nature photography #nature #flower #roses #pink roses #red roses #growing roses #rose plant #fence #wooden

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plantmakeup · 2 years

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watch me dehydrate roses!

#dehydrating roses #roses #growing roses #rose garden #herbal medicine #plant medicine #flower medicine

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ecoorganic · 1 year

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10 Creative rose gardening ideas

10 Creative rose gardening ideas Roses are some of the most beloved and popular garden flowers, with a vast array of colors, sizes, shapes, and fragrances to choose from. They have long been a symbol of love, beauty, and romance – even earning the title of “Queen of Flowers”. Rose gardening is both an art and a science. Whether you are a novice gardener or a seasoned pro, there are some creative…

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homegardeningatroof · 1 year

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giuliettagaltieri · 4 months

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A Bouquet of Honeysuckle

Pairing: Dad!Gojō x Lactating!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru is a baby in more ways than one.

Warning: breastfeeding, lactation kink, hint of dub/con, hungry Gojō, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink

Word Count: 1219

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It is painfully clear to you that your husband might have developed a certain fondness to your bosom. Or your carry-on breastaurant, as he insisted on calling them.

Whenever you nurse Satoshi, Gojō finds a way to lounge next to you, making up excuses about needing to have a conversation with you about the most tedious or ludicrous of topics.

Your bashfulness after catching his sticky gaze directed on your milky nipples, wearing off with how often it happens.

But the way you caught him staring in the gardens has done something to you. It flattered you that your husband finds your motherhood appealing. But the adoration he offered then was not soft, it was not sweet.

It was pure and unadulterated lust and hunger.

When he starts steering you to your shared quarters after putting Satoshi in his crib, you know you are about to see the breaking point of Satoru’s self-restraint.

You are aware that he was never good with sharing in the first place.

When Satoshi was born, you had no problems with your husband. Your son slotted himself right in the middle of it all with no hitches.

Yet it happened twice already this week. How your husband’s back leaves whatever it was he was leaning on to stop your son from pulling at your kimono to get to your breasts. Gojō often manages to resume his previous position and pretend the past five seconds did not happen at all. But he cannot shake off your startled expression.

Your baby just wanted to be fed.

You must have forgotten that Satoshi is not the only baby that you are taking care of.

Your husband, the head of your clan, the strongest sorcerer, the honored one, is now lying on his stomach, between your thighs as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Have you fallen asleep, Satoru?” You ask, all the while attempting not to break into giggles.

You got comfortable leaning against the headboard, your back sinking on the softest of pillows that your husband insisted on buying for you while you were carrying his child.

His chin rested on your plush belly, his hooded eyes focused on the wet patch that seeped on your nursing bra.

He looks quite drunk with the subtle redness tinting at his cheekbones.

His shirt has long been discarded on the floors of your quarters. Your kimono has been parted already.

But his vigor seemed to have evaporated from his body as he came face to face with your barely covered teats.

His mouth was not a stranger to the perky buds. But all he has ever done was to suck on them. Never suckle.

Gojō started with a kiss. The simple gesture had your heartbeat doubling.

He stared at the buttons of your nursing bra and he looked at you briefly, as if trying to recall how you undid it.

Is he supposed to tug? Will the buttons pop open right then? He wouldn’t want to ruin them, it took a very long time for you to find a nursing bra that you were comfortable in.

Now gone tired of watching him do nothing but stare, you guide his larger hands on your bra to get his fingers to pull and with a sharp pop, your breasts come spilling out.

Gojō is in a trance. Your already pebbled teats from months of nursing your son were quick to leak with milk, his throat has gone dry with the sight.

Your cunt clenches as his tongue lols out, drool lining his path as he haunches over you, head dipping to drag his wet appendage on your sensitive bud to catch the leaking milk. The sight of him was incredibly primal.

“Ahh!”

Gojō pulls back, eyes wide in surprise as he watches you throw your head against the pillow.

He does not recall your teats being this sensitive. Even when you were pregnant.

With searing curiosity pumping through his veins, he licks at the other nipple, his eyes never leaving your pleasure twisted face.

The low chuckle he makes has your spine freezing. You were panting as you looked at him.

“Tastes good.” He grins at you before his lips presses a smack on your lips. The smile on his handsome face only widening as he showered your leaking buds with kitten licks.

And his supple lips form an o and captures your nipple like the ripest of cherries as he smothers your breast with his face, the plump of your breasts cushioning against his cheeks. Your thighs immediately tighten around his torso. As you mewl out his name, hands messing up his hair, scratching up his back and deltoids.

He was not being gentle, his lips forming a tight suction as he gulped down your milk, his hand had your breast on a tight squeeze, coaxing your lactation so he could drink more and more.

Gojō Satoru is a greedy man.

And you were the sole focus of his greed at the moment.

You were tapping his shoulder to let up, to give you a brief respite but he only slaps your hand away, an annoyed frown on his brows. He was groaning out in pleasure from having your teat on his mouth. Tongue darting out to lick his lips as he switches to the other breast.

You can only take it all.

And when he unbuckles his pants and his fingers hook on your panties to the side so he can slip in his cock, you erupt just from the feeling of being full.

A rumble from his chest would have startled you if only you were not sprawled on the fluffiest of cloud nines.

Gojō was relentless, but your body responds to him like it was his…and indeed it is.

One strong arm was hooked under the small of your back so he can fuck into you harder, your plush thighs creating a lewd noise as it slaps with his. The wet noise of your cunt joins your wonton cries and Gojō’s guttural groans.

You have never seen him act in such a way, jostling you so roughly, as if moving on pure instinct. Your cunt gushes as you watch him, breath hitching at every drag of his intensely hard cock on your soft pulsating walls.

By the time he slowed down, your lips were bloated from you chewing on it, your lashes had clumped up, and your teats were sore. You worry how you will nurse your son come morning.

Gojō pulls out from you and watches his seed trickle between your thighs then his eyes travel to the swell of your breasts. His cock twitches and he groans, reaching for a bottle of water and gulps it down as one hand rests possessively on your thigh.

You mewl out a protest when he turns you so you are lying on your stomach and slips a pillow under your belly to raise your hips to him. And he slides inside you once more, his pace ever as rough, creating a bump in your belly with every thrust. You sniffle as your sensitive buds brush on your soft pillows, your milk seeping through the fabric, creating an uncomfortable dampness.

Gojō wishes that you would never stop lactating.

Perhaps he’ll leave another bun to bake in your belly.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

#gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojō satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru smut #arranged marriage #dad gojo #lactating kink #breeding k1nk #where the blue roses grow

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homegardennice · 2 years

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#roses #growing roses #red roses #black roses

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linkbetweenlinksau · 5 months

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Like I said, they MIGHT not make an appearance in lbl, but I wanted to design them anyways. Their individual refs will happen eventually

Now before someone asks and I know they will, oot Zelda is not here, because I cannot for the life of me figure out where she would even be. It pains me to leave her out cuz she has my fav Zelda design, but she has no connection to Time whatsoever. The version that did know Time is in an entirely different timeline, and the one in the correct timeline doesn’t know him. It’s just easier for me to leave her out. So. Yeah.

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mitski · 1 year

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RWBY (09x04)

Just answer the question. What are you? Are you sure you know? You have to be sure of what you are, and what you are going to be.

#rwby #rwby v9 #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #ruby rose #rwby9 #rwby spoilers #rwbyedit #my edits #god HOW can they make such a wonderful and powerful scene #YOU CAN SEE THE CONVICTION IN WBY #it was such a HIGH #and then... it was like a rug was suddenly pulled from under our feet #an ice cold bucket of water thrown in our faces #my heart breaks for ruby :(#the young girl that carries such a huge burden of responsibility on her shoulders #i can't wait to see how ruby grows from this #it's about damn time that she faces her issues head on rather than just relying on idealistic optimism

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woffles-4-waffles · 9 months

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I GIVE THY LORD GARMADON, KING OF THE UNDERWORLD

#i have a headcannon that he slowly morphed into good ol four arms we know today #and that instead of beating Samukai as soon as he got there he rose though the ranks and overthrew Samukai #him morphing into an oni would match up with Wu growing old. with them being separated being the cause of this change #he also would mess with his brother and give random evil monologs as a shadow all the time #ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago garmadon #lord Garmadon #garmadon #young garmadon #garmadon fanart #also me just realizing that the outfit looks like season 4 monkie kid-#fanart #art

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the0retically · 5 months

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The Black Rose: “Be loud, be merry, be pirates”

Riptide: “Fuck shit up, help those in need, and be the best goddamn pirates anyone has ever seen”

Something something about Chip being so heavily influenced by the Black Rose, as we know, but when it comes to his own oath, his own crew, it’s Chip, Jay, and Gillion at the core, yes there is the similarity, but it’s the three of them

Fuck shit up: Chip

Help those in need: Gillion

Be the best goddamn pirate: Jay

#jrwi #jrwi thoughts #jrwi chip #jay ferin #gillion tidestrider #black rose pirates #I just know rose would be proud to see chip growing into his own person after trying to recreate the black rose for so long #riptide

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helihi · 5 months

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Say cheese

#rwby #team strq #strq #my art #Summer rose #taiyang xiao long #raven branwen #grow branwen

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braveexhibitions · 11 months

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Blixa Bargeld

#einstürzende neubauten #blixa bargeld #My girlfriend Btw #blixa #tabula rasa #industrial #experimental #avant garde #80s industrial #industrial music #gothic #80s #90s #nick cave #nick cave and the bad seeds #where the wild roses grow #Love this Guy #queer #queer icon

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artbyfuji · 7 months

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my summer piece for @rwbyprism 🥀

#rwby #summer rose #strq #my art #they should have personally sent me her finalized design before i worked on this btw. seriously.#maybe i'll do a redraw one day *looks around* just kidding. unless?#anyway deep down by aimer pairs well with this art. if anyone can hear me from my cave. go enjoy that for my sake.#oh before i forget. I'M CRAZY I'M CRAZY GRAAAAAAAAHHH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. NO IDEAAAAAAA 🤪💥🔨🥀❤️🪓#could go on about how i can draw this type of imagery 100 times & not grow tired of it. idk. something something lance of longinus.#zines #collective

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giuliettagaltieri · 4 months

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Giggles and Wiggles

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Pregnant!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru vs. a pregnant woman's hormones.

Warning: pregnancy, mood swings, flirting, suggested misogyny, jujutsu society stigma, implied cunnilingus

Word Count: 973

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It was difficult for Gojō to understand how much strength your body has to be able to carry all that weight.

He was aware of his physical stature, a hundred and ninety centimeters tall. He knows he is not exactly small, and with his genes growing inside your cute belly, he worries your pregnancy will be difficult.

And there you were, rounded and full, and you were only seven months pregnant.

The day started quiet and warm. You in his arms, sighing softly in his chest.

And then your son decided it was a good idea to send a power kick through your belly.

Your eyes pop open, watering immediately at the impact.

Gojō cradles your belly as he hushes you, his lips pressed in your temple.

It took a while to calm you and even after that, you were already grumpy, lips turned upside down as a frown pinched your brows.

Gojō knows better than to bother you further so he started the day on his own. He padded to your shared closet and selected his clothing, eyeing your heavy kimonos with much contempt. He was in the middle of a big yawn when your distressed cry reached his ears.

His clothes were dropped on the tatami mat and he rushed out of the walk-in closet.

And there he stood at the foot of your bed, watching you. Just…watching you.

You had tears streaming down your cheeks, your temples beaded with sweat as you made grabby hands at him.

“I-I can’t get out of bed, Toru.” You whimpered.

It made his cock strain. He clears his throat and quickly supports your back as he lifts you off your bed.

Your warm bare thigh brushes against his manhood and you cry harder. How could your suffering arouse him! How dare he!

“‘S all your fault!” You cry on his chest and Gojō bites his cheek to stifle a snicker. “You did this!”

He simply nods as he strokes your hair, peppering your head with kisses.

“Of course. Mmh, yes. Yes, it’s all my fault.” His arms were wrapped around you as he swayed you from side to side.

After a gentle bath with you, with Gojō doing everything for you, your hormones decided to take a break.

And you were smiling up at him again as he brushed your hair, you were lavishing your skin with the moisturizing creams he bought for you and kept asking for kisses.

Gojō was happy to do so. He liked seeing you happy.

But your sweet spirit slowly dissipates with every layer of clothing you wear. Formality returning as you become what is expected of a Gojō lady.

Your husband did not like that. He liked being playful and endearing to you, and he was almost grateful for the change that your pregnancy did to your emotions.

Although, he was still always careful with the boundaries he crossed.

It is just, there are moments in which he loses himself after catching sight of your bare skin.

A soft moan has Gojō’s eyes traveling to his right, there you sat, your face in a twist as you stretched your back. His eyes followed your hand as you rubbed your waist.

“You alright?” He asks before sipping his tea. His hands glided the fountain pen faster in the paper to finish his work. He enjoyed your company when he was at home, but being stationary in your seat, despite you almost drowning in cushions already, might be causing a strain on your pregnant body.

He caps the pen and places a paperweight on the documents.

“Wanna take a walk?” He asks as he stands up to stretch.

“Oh, yes.” You say softly. He slips his hand under your forearms and helps you up with a soft grunt, your cheeks warming at the sound.

Gojō places a hand on the small of your back as you walk and immediately feels how stiff your posture is. He might need to get serious about those stretches you do, maybe he can join you more often to help.

His eyes glance at you as you sigh and attempt to subtly roll your shoulder.

“You should probably take those clothes off.”

Your hands fly to your chest, one on top of the other as you look at him in pure horror.

“N-not in that way.” Gojō scratches his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches your reaction. “Still acting like a maiden when you’re heavy with my child?” He rubs his knuckle on your cheek and your hands cover your flushed face.

Gojō guides you forward to continue your walk.

“I meant, you should reduce the layers you wear. Your belly is heavy as is, you don’t need to carry unnecessary weight.”

You frown at him. “I don’t mind. The lady of the house is expected to wear such clothing.”

He clicks his tongue. “I don’t care what’s expected of you. I say you should wear comfortable clothing. And whatever I say, goes.”

You choose not to speak further as his tone turns to a more assertive one, and you are reminded that the man you are walking next to is the head of the clan. His word is law in this house.

The elders seem to have a difficult time understanding that.

So Gojō Satoru brought it upon himself to wage war with your closet.

One by one, your pretty kimonos started disappearing. Your tight obis vanish along with them.

After some time, the clan elders simply had to raise their concerns as the wife of the clan head was no longer wearing the appropriate clothing.

Gojō started a bonfire that night. The pretty silk being fed to the blazing fire that was shot from the fingertips of the man who has his head buried deep between your thighs.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

#gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojō satoru #arranged marriage #jujutsu kaisen #dad gojo #gojo fluff #gojo smut #gojo x pregnant reader #where the blue roses grow

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homegardennice · 2 years

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#growing roses

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101-sve · 6 months

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Fledglings Asks Open

Another round of questions open for all that want to ask! I'm bored, no holds barred