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osaemu · 4 months
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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ SHE GOT MY HEARTBEAT SKIPPIN' DOWN 16TH AVENUE! ❜❜
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.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: he's always so confident and self-assured, but a couple kisses from you and he turns into a mess.
contents: fem!reader. kinda suggestive ending (inumaki's comment). you spend half the fic making out lolll anyways we love flustered gojo he's so precious <3 tagging @rinniessance and @rizsu to see streamer!gojo's latest shenanigans :3
author's note: this one was requested and i rly liked the idea sooo yea. i wrote it. shocking right?! anyways thank u guys for all the streamer!gojo requests, saves me the effort of having to think of plots ꨄ︎
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"baby, what time is it?" satoru mumbles against your lips, holding you in place on his lap. the two of you are seated on his plush chair in front of his computer, and you've been kissing like teenagers for the last... hour? or two?
satoru tilts his head in to kiss you again, soft lips gently pressing against yours for the thousandth time. his hands roam over your body, and one rests on your waist while the other reaches around you into your back pocket. his eyes flutter open when he feels your phone, and he turns his head briefly to sneak a glance at the time.
"shit, i gotta start the stream in two minutes," satoru mutters. he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and leans back, azure eyes drinking in your heated cheeks and fluttering eyes. a smug smile slowly grows on his lips as you look away. 
"aw, d'you want more?" he cooes, reaching out and touching the side of your face. satoru gently pushes your face back in his direction, moving his slender fingers to your chin and holding it in place. you're all sweet and flustered in the aftermath of your makeout session, and every time he sees you like this, another part of his heart surrenders itself to you.
you nod bashfully, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you feel satoru's grip on your chin tighten. he pulls you in for another long, minty kiss, and you feel him smile against your lips. his hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck as he hugs you against his chest, which rises and falls in sync with yours.
"you're so cute," he murmurs in between kisses, eyes flickering back and forth from you to the time. "c'mon, honey, we have a minu—"
you cut him off with another kiss, which catches him off guard—usually he's the one leaning in. but no, you had to take him by surprise and throw him off his game. the little hm? that slips out of his lips when you kiss him causes satoru to go redder than you've ever seen him. 
seeing satoru embarrassed is rare—he's so cocky and confident that embarrassment is basically unheard of, but in this moment, you've got him. he laughs nervously when you pull away, wide eyes looking everywhere but at you and your cheeky smile.
you reach up and grab his chin, tugging it in your direction the same way he did earlier. "you know exactly what you're doing," satoru mumbles, pulling you closer and burying his face into your neck. 
"i have no idea what you're talking about," you reply smugly, kissing the side of his face. "don't you have a stream to be starting soon?"
satoru looks up instantly and groans when he sees the time—it's a minute past his start time, and that could cost him a couple hundred viewers. you laugh as you hop off his lap and into his bed, curling up under his sheets as you watch him scramble to start the live. 
"love you, 'toru," you call, wrapping your arms around one of his pillows. 
after a second, he turns around, a loading sign on his screen. "love you too, baby," satoru replies, face still noticably red. you blow him a kiss and watch as he pretends to faint in an attempt to hide his childish grin.
a soft ding then signals him that he's about to be live, so satoru spins his chair around to face his computer. he forces his usual collected smile onto his face and starts, "hey, everyone. sorry for the delay, just got... held up with something."
inumaki: u look like a tomato LMAO
yuuji-itadori: yea ur really red, are u ok?
satoru looks away, mumbling something about how it's just the lighting that's making his face look red. naturally, everyone disagrees and starts speculating as to why he seems off his game today, and eventually, someone gets it.
megumi-fushiguro: he always looks like that everytime he sees his gf wdym
inumaki: WAIT THATS IT
inumaki: he was def doin unspeakable things with his gf just two seconds ago. trust
you can't suppress the small laugh that escapes your lips when satoru stumbles over his words at the comments, face redder than ever. "a-anyways, today i'm gonna— hold on," he cuts himself off by looking down at his phone, where a text notification from you had popped up.
love of my life: ur so cute :(
love of my life: but get ur shit together 
love of my life: im the only one who gets to see u like that (¬_¬)
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ryukatters · 3 months
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Seven (minus two) — s. gojo ⁺˚⋆。°✩₊
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⟡ summary: five different ways satoru fucks you just right. inspired by jk’s “seven.” happy birthday you sexy sexy man
⟡ pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader
⟡ content: smutty smut smut, semi public sex, he picks you up but cmon he’s the strongest for a reason, reader isn’t a sorcerer, oral (m&f receiving), body worship, degradation, gojo pulls reader’s hair, some dom/sub dynamics, refractory period is nonexistent, satoru is a slight exhibitionist and makes it everyone’s problem, omfg i just realized i made him a munch, gojo in handcuffs 😋 MINORS DNI
also i used one of @/jinsdumplingson’s prompts for scenario #3!
⟡ wc: 5k (LMFAO)
live laugh love gojo ✨
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i. You love when I jump right in / All of me I’m offering / Show you what devotion is — (body worship + exhibitionism)
You consider yourself to be a nice girlfriend, you really do. You pamper your boyfriend, prepare him lunch, and even make the trip to hand deliver it to him at Jujutsu High. And yet—
“Satoru, don’t even think about it. Or I swear to god—”
“Swear what, baby?” Even with the blindfold on, there was no mistaking the predatory glint adorning the eyes behind it.
Satoru had wasted no time dragging you into a random classroom the minute he greeted you at the campus entrance. For all the things that Satoru Gojo possessed, restraint (especially when it came to you) wasn’t one of them. He didn’t even have enough self-control to at least try and make it to his office.
What he did have though, was the nerve to shove the both of you in a room where anyone could pass by. Where anyone could hear the downright degenerate activities Satoru was going to coerce you into. 
And who was Satoru if not a fan of pushing the limits of how far he can get away with things? 
Your boyfriend stalks towards you. His boots clack against the wooden floors, echoing against the walls of the empty classroom. You find yourself taking a step back for each one he steps forward. The divide between the two of you seems to get impossibly smaller.
A gasp tumbles past your lips as the back of your legs hit the edge of a desk. Satoru smiles, the same one he gives when he knows he has you where he wants you, that he’s won the little game of cat and mouse you two play when he gets like this; consumed by a searing hunger that gnaws at his very core, one that can only be satiated by getting his fill of you. 
“Uh oh,” he gasps mockingly, giving you a faux look of surprise. “Looks like you’re done running.” Large hands wrap under your thighs before you’re being lifted up onto the wooden desk with ease. “And I’ve got you right where I want you.” 
“‘toru,” you gasp, trying (and failing) to protest as a last ditch effort to save the both of you some propriety. 
“Baby,” he murmurs, nipping at your jugular. “You look so beautiful, I just need to have you.”
“B-but, you have a meeting with Yaga right after—”
“Baby.” He deadpans, eyes boring straight into yours. “Frankly, I don’t give a fuck. And don’t say anyone else’s name when I’m about to go down on you.” He shuts down any and all protests by leaning down and capturing your lips with his. Calloused hands roam your body appreciatively, squeezing both of your tits and running his thumbs over the outline of your hardened nipples poking through the fabric of your top.
It’s not enough. He needs to feel you. Your clothes are in the way. Your head snaps down to look at your now exposed chest, mouth agape as you stare at your boyfriend whose eyes are filled with mirth. 
“God, look at you.”  
“Satoru, you just ripped my fucking shirt–”
“Shh,” he hums, easily covering your mouth with one hand to muffle any expletives thrown his way. “You’re worrying about the wrong things, princess,” his hand moves down to wrap around your throat, squeezing tighter and tighter until you let out a choked moan. Satoru lets out a satisfied hum. “For example,” his free hand slides down to reach under your waistband, index finger rubbing along your slit. “This soaked pussy. Don’t you think she deserves a little more attention, baby?”
He doesn’t wait for a response. “I think she does,” laughing you jolt from the harsh slap he gives your clit. “So are you going to let me give her what she deserves or are you going to keep being a brat?”
Your response dies on the tip of your tongue. You stare up at Satoru, eyes blown wide with lust. You shake your head.
“Use your words,” he demands. “Don’t keep disappointing me, princess. Taught you better than that.”
“I…” you start, feeling the way your cheeks burn in humiliation. Satoru stares at you expectantly. “Give me what I deserve, ‘toru. Please,” you whisper.
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Good girl.” 
Satoru litters a trail of kisses from your jaw down to your tits, mouth latching on to one as his hand squeezes the other lovingly. “I think you deserve everything and more, princess. So I’m going to give it to you.”
Satoru thanks his lucky stars that you decided to wear a skirt today. He runs his hands up and down your thighs appreciatively before flipping up the garment, revealing your panties that were surely stained with arousal. He presses a sweet kiss to your mound, sucking the fabric slightly. He thinks it’s such a waste for such sweetness to be lost to a flimsy piece of cloth. Nectar as sweet of yours deserves to be worshiped, and Satoru considers himself your most loyal devotee. He won’t allow any more to go to waste.  
“Can’t believe you were keeping this soaked pussy from me,” he sighs. “’s not very nice of you, baby.” 
You don’t get in so much of a peep before Satoru practically starts making out with your pussy. Satoru is gluttonous. He’ll take and take, especially if the dish on the table in question is you. He worships you with a fervor that could rival even the most pious of devotees. You manage to blow his mind every time. 
“Fuck,” you hiss, gripping to the edge of the desk for support. “That feels so good, baby.”
“Yeah? You were fightin’ me so hard earlier but look at you now,” he coos, “so ready to be a good girl for me.” 
Satoru flicks his tongue across your clit expertly before sucking on the sensitive nub. He feels his cock strain against the confines of his uniform pants as you trill beneath him. He knows you’re close based on the way your back is arching further and further off the desk. “You gonna cum, pretty?”
“Mhmm,” you slur. Your high comes crashing down on you in waves. You slap a hand against your mouth to muffle any and all sounds of pleasure as Satoru helps you ride out your orgasm. He pulls away when you start to pull away from overstimulation. The two of you don’t really have the luxury of teasing at the moment.
He’s nice enough to not let you beg for his cock. Satoru tends to have a sadistic streak and derives extreme pleasure in seeing you squirmy and embarrassed, begging for his mercy. 
But he thinks he likes you like this too— soft whines and whimpers, a voiceless plea for more. Afraid of being heard by passerby’s. The more possessive part of him is rearing, manifesting itself through soft caresses and searing lovebites. His mind turns to putty knowing that he’s the only one to see you like this, hear you like this, feel you like this. 
He slides in without much resistance. He muffles himself in between the juncture of your shoulder and neck, licking at the bite gingerly as a means of apologizing. 
Satoru doesn’t have any restraint when it comes to you. But he tries his damn hardest not to plow into you the minute he’s inside you. He gives a few shallow thrusts before picking up the pace. He fucks into you with rough, calculated precision. Your back starts to feel raw against the fine oak but you can’t find it in you to care. Not when Satoru is giving it to you so good.
Satoru is overwhelmed by the desire to be impossibly closer to you, to meld the two of you into one. So he does. He picks you up with ease. You let out a slight yelp as you feel yourself in midair, wrapping your legs around his waist on instinct. He fucks you like that, strong arms under your thighs as he lifts you up and down his length like a cocksleeve. 
“God, baby,” he moans, fingertips digging into the fat of your thighs. “Pussy’s pulling me in so tight. ‘s like you were made for me.” 
“Satoru,” you whimper, “‘m gonna cum.”
“Yeah?” His pace doesn’t relent. He only drills into you harder, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “Cum for me, sweet girl.” 
You’re lucky to have enough wits in you to let out a soft cry instead of screaming out your boyfriend’s name. Satoru follows you soon after, riding out his own orgasm as he paints your walls white. He lays you back down on the desk before slumping over you, struggling to catch his breath. He gives you a quick peck before he slurs out, “You’re so perfect, you know that?”
Maybe you should bring him lunch more often. 
ii. Leave you with that afterglow (light bondage)
Satoru forgets just how downright cruel you can be. How his sweet girlfriend also has a little sadistic side to her that enjoys seeing him squirm. Maybe it’s because you’re the only one capable of doing so. 
He’s desperate to touch you, to hold you, to squeeze your body as you move on top of him. His hands twitch with need, but he’s stopped by two metal cuffs chaining him to the bed. Soft ivory wrists are marred by a slight red, evidence of his struggle. 
“B-baby,” he whimpers. His voice sounds unfamiliar even to him. The words spilling past his lips foreign to his own ears, “Fuck— please. More, I need more.” 
You’ve managed to reduce the strongest sorcerer into a blushing, blubbering mess.
Satoru doesn’t care that you’re making him go absolutely fucking stupid. He welcomes it, even. All he cares about is the way you’re swirling your hips, your sharp nails digging into either side of his neck, and whether or not you’ll spare him enough mercy to actually let him cum after being edged all evening. 
His moans ascend higher and higher in pitch as the coil in his stomach winds tighter and tighter. 
“God, just like that. Just like that,” he cries out.
“Are you going to cum for me, baby?” You ask sweetly. 
Satoru thought he reached enlightenment some time ago. But that moment pales in comparison to how he feels right now. Each passing second with you feels like you’re guiding him closer and closer to Nirvana with no respite. 
It’s not fair, Satoru thinks. It’s not fair that you know where he’s weak and for you to use that against him. 
“Y-yeah,” he gasps as you reach down one hand, fingertips grazing against his perineum. “For you, ‘s always for you, baby. Please, please let me cum.”
You stare down at your boyfriend, entranced by the beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his hickey-stained neck and the way his flushed chest heaves. Satoru just looks downright pretty. Especially when he’s ruined.
“Cum for me, ‘toru,”
The tears that have been threatening to spill from his lash line all evening finally fall. He bucks his hips up to meet the way you bounce down on his cock. Satoru cries out your name as he fucks his load into you, ribbons and ribbons of cum painting your insides. Something inside Satoru breaks with the mind numbing orgasm you pull out of him. It’s replaced by something more carnal, more feral. 
Any and all restraint he has all but flies out the window, easily breaking apart the metal links of the handcuffs binding him to your headboard. His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging into the plush fat with a grip that’ll surely leave bruises come the morning. 
He’s honestly impressed he was able to hold out that long. 
“A-ah, ‘toru wait–” you cry out.
“Nuh-uh. You’ve had your fun,” he tuts, manhandling you until you’re on all fours. “Now let me have mine.”
iii. Take your phone and put it in the camera roll
Satoru Gojo is a lot of things. Overzealous, irresponsible with practiced precision, extremely doting, loud, boisterous, and all the other epithets that barely begin to scratch the surface on the illustrious strongest sorcerer. 
His very birth shook the entire country of Japan. His very existence is celebrated as the pinnacle of Jujutsu society. One would assume that the man would be the type to spend his special day in a fashion as grand as himself. He honors each and every one of his students and friends with such grandiose celebrations on their birthdays, so it’s safe to assume he’d hold the same standards for himself. Wrong. He’d much rather spend his day with you, in a much more intimate setting. A safe haven, of sorts, from the chaos and insanity that seems to follow him everywhere. He doesn’t get many days off, so being able to spend time with you is always a blessing no matter what day it is. So you can imagine the fit he threw when you told him to go grab dinner with his friends, and the even bigger fit he threw when he found out you wouldn’t be accompanying him.
With a promise that he’d get more than enough of his fill (of you) later on, you send your boyfriend off with a kiss on the lips that turns into a continuation of what you two have been up to all morning. 
He arrives late to his own birthday party in true Gojo fashion.
While Satoru can appreciate the sentiment, he’d much rather be spending the night with you. Alone. In bed. Or on the kitchen counter. Or in the living room. 
Although you took him out for brunch at this new restaurant with the fluffiest pancakes he’s ever had (he swears the sauce had crack in it), you told him his birthday wouldn’t be complete if he didn’t at least try and grab a few drinks with his friends.  He wanted to argue that being able to spend the whole day with you would have made him feel satisfied, but he could never say no to you. 
Which is exactly how he ends up at the local dive bar with some Tokyo and Kyoto peeps. Shoko will use any excuse to drink. So will Nanami, as long as it’s at Satoru’s expense (literally).
Today, 10:29 PM
baby
hey pretty boy u enjoying yourself? come home soon, okay? a little birdy told me your last present is waiting for you at home.
You
not much of a party if you’re not here to enjoy it with me, angel can i get a little hint? 🤪
baby?
baby
1 image delivered.
You
omw.
Satoru merely throws down a couple stacks (which is honestly more than enough to pay for everyone, but Gojo has no concept of how much things should cost) before hastily making his exit for the night. 
He doesn’t even bother ordering an uber. Because why should he waste any more time away from his precious baby when he could just teleport home? So he does, straight into your bedroom. You scream out in surprise. 
“Jesus fucking Christ Satoru—”
“You don’t get to use that tone with me, pretty girl,” he tuts, eyeing you hungrily, “especially when you’ve been hiding this from me.”
You needed to find a way to get Satoru away from you (which was a damn near impossible task most of the time) so you could figure out how to put on the whole ensemble.
The ‘this’ that Satoru was referring to was a dainty white lace lingerie set that leaves nothing to the imagination. What really takes the cake, however, is the giant baby blue ribbon nestled perfectly on the small of your back. You were wrapped up like his present. And Satoru thinks this is probably the best gift he’ll ever get in his life.
“On all fours, beautiful.”
You do as you’re told like a good girl. You really sell the show by arching your back, practically presenting yourself on a silver platter. Satoru feels his mouth water in anticipation. 
“Look here, baby,” Satoru commands. So you do. You realize that he has his phone out, hearing the telltale shutter of his camera. “For keepsakes,” he grins cheekily. 
He runs his hand along your backside appreciatively, stopping to squeeze your ass and spread you apart for his viewing pleasure. He thumbs at your puckered hole teasingly, letting out a mean laugh as you squeal.
He gives your pussy a few harsh slaps, fascinated by the strings of your arousal that collect on his fingertips. “That’s it, sweetheart. Look at you, barely even touched you and you’re already falling apart.” 
“‘toru, don’t tease,” you whine.
“Is that how I taught you to ask for things?” He gives your ass a rough spank, squeezing at the stinging skin.
You shake your head in the negative, lips wobbling. God, you look so pathetic it drives him insane. 
“Thought so. Tell me what you want, properly this time. And I might just give it to you.” 
“Please fuck me, ‘toru.”
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Need it,” you whimper. 
“Yeah?” he coos, bringing a hand to rub up and down your slit while the other works his lengths out of his slacks. “You gonna let me have my way with you? Do whatever I want with this pussy?”
You whine, nodding desperately. Satoru gives you a feral grin before leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. “Atta girl.”
“I’m going to fuck you so good that you won’t even be able to think about getting up tomorrow. Hope you’re ready, sweetheart. You’ve dug your own grave.”
iv. Come here, baby, let me swallow yo' pride (agoraphilia/exhibitionsism)
“Satoru—”
“Not my name.” 
“‘toru, w-wait,” you gasp, trying to push your boyfriend off as he litters your neck with bruises that’ll certainly make themselves known in the morning. He easily takes both of your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head, pushing you flush against the back of the door. The same door, mind you, that’s separating the two of you from the rest of his fellow sorcerers at their annual end of the year celebration. 
“Th-There are people outside this door—” 
“Well, this isn’t about them, is it?” 
Shameless. Absolutely shameless. 
“C’mon baby,” he murmurs, pressing his hips against yours. “Just this once.” You know it’s never ‘just once’ with Satoru. You fear for the state of your dress and makeup (along with your dignity) if you give into him right now. “You know I’ll make it up to you later.” 
“Your friends are in the other room. They’re going to hear us because you don’t know how to keep your stupid mouth shut.” You let out a choked moan as he slots one of his thighs in between your legs, providing some much needed friction for your aching center. 
“That sounds like their problem, if I’m being honest.” 
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously handsome? Persuasive? Oh baby, I know.” 
“And an idiot.”
“I’m a genius.” 
You roll your eyes with a sigh. “You better make this quick.”
Satoru releases your wrists, grinning as you run your hands up and down his chest before dropping down to your knees. You make quick work of his belt and pants, palming at his cock that’s already started leaking precum through his underwear. “That all depends on you, baby,” he murmurs. “It’s time to put that bratty mouth of yours to good use.”
He pushes his weepy tip past your lips with a soft groan. You lick at the slit just the way he likes and Satoru has to hold back a shudder.
“This is your fault, y’know,” he growls, hands finding purchase in the locks of your hair— which you worked very hard on, by the way. “You just look so pretty. It’s almost like you were asking for it.”
A pathetic whine escapes past your throat, muffled by Satoru’s cock. Satoru shudders from the vibrations. 
“That’s it, baby. Fucking choke on it.” He lets out a broken moan as he feels your throat constrict around his cock. You just feel so good. “God, I’m gonna cum. You’re going to make me cum.” 
His hands weave themselves through your hair even tighter, as if he’s trying to find something corporeal to anchor himself in the midst of this surreal storm of pleasure. 
Your head bumps against the wooden door rhythmically in sync with how Satoru fucks your throat. It’d probably hurt if not for Satoru’s hands protecting the back of your head. If your friends weren’t sure what you two were doing before, they definitely knew now.
Satoru doesn’t feel the least bit ashamed that he finishes in record time, not when your tongue is pressed taut against the underside of his cock.
Your nails dig into the flesh of Satoru’s strong thighs, leaving indents against the freshly pleated satin of his dress slacks. 
You’re struggling to take it all. He watches in fascination as a mix of his cum and your spit starts to dribble out of the corners of your mouth. He pulls out of you with a hint of hesitation, immediately missing your warmth while you try and catch your breath. Satoru wipes the cum threatening to drip off your chin with his thumb before pressing the digit against your tongue. It’d be such a waste for it to go anywhere else, after all. 
“Swallow it.”
You stare up with him with a lustridden expression as you do what you’re told. 
God, you were always so good for him. It’s enough to make him hard again. He intends to make good on his promise to make it up to you very soon. But not here.
He fixes the both of you up to make yourselves somewhat presentable before exuberantly announcing your guys’ departure in true Satoru fashion. You’re privy to the looks of disdain painted on Utahime and Nanami’s faces (mostly directed towards your boyfriend), but you can’t find it in yourself to care as Satoru slides an arm around your waist and pulls you against him.
“Let’s go home.” 
v. Got you skippin' work and meetings (slight exhibitionism)
One perk about your job is the ability to work from home. No need to wake up early to get ready, sit in traffic, or deal with awkward and redundant watercooler chats with your older coworkers trying to relate to today’s generation. You have the luxury of working from your home office, with no one to pester you while you slave away at your computer. 
Satoru bursts into the room with a cheerful, “Hi baby!”
Everyone except for Satoru, of course.
“Hi...” you whisper, not bothering to face your boyfriend. “I’m about to start my meeting, ‘Toru. I’ll come out once I’m done, ‘kay?”
If you were paying more attention, you’d hear the grumble and see the petulant pout that forms on Satoru’s face at your dismissal. 
“Can I sit next to you, at least?”
You keep a chaise next to your workstation for when you want to plop down after a few hours of mind numbing work. Or for times when your extremely clingy boyfriend feels like bothering you while you’re on the clock. 
“I’m not bothering you!” He had said once. “I’m keeping you company. Isn’t that nice of me?” 
You side-eye him with a look that obviously says no, and Satoru pouts even harder. 
But as always, Satoru finds a way to coerce you into getting what he wants. He’s pretty sure you said ‘no’ to him sitting on the chaise, but that doesn’t mean it’s a ‘no’ to him sitting in general, right?
He plops down on the floor under your workstation. He thanks himself for buying you one of those height adjustable desks.
You spare him a quick glance. He almost looks ridiculous with the way he’s hunched under you, cheek pressed against your knees as he hugs both of your legs, pouting. 
There’s a joke you want to make about how your boyfriend is akin to an overgrown lap dog with how clingy he is. But you hold your tongue and decide to at least try and pay attention to your computer screen as you enter your debrief. 
You can practically hear the pout that’s painted on Satoru’s face with your lack of attention. That just won’t do for him. 
He’ll just give you a reason to pay attention to him. That’s fine. Satoru knows how to work for what he wants. And right now, he wants your thighs to suffocate him. 
You try your best to focus on what your manager is saying, you really do, but whatever corporate jargon spewing past his lips is lost on you as Satoru moves underneath you, inching himself closer and closer to you while also subtly maneuvering your rolling chair until his face is just shy of being in between your legs.
You want to curse yourself for deciding to stay in your sleep shorts today. Satoru, on the other hand, feels like rejoicing in the fact— because now you’ve just made it so much easier for him. Accessible, even. 
He pries your legs open, ignoring the way you try your best to keep them shut. He bullies his broad shoulders between them, preventing any further movement aside from spreading them even further. He examines the fading bruises and love bites littering your inner thighs from your previous sexcapades throughout the week. They’re looking a little too dull for his liking. Satoru decides you’re in desperate need of a touch up.
He pulls your shorts and panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt. A mix of pride and lust swell within him to know that you’re always ready for him despite your efforts to convince him otherwise. Satoru’s mouth automatically waters in a Pavlovian response. He works his way up your plush thighs, savoring the warm, silky flesh on his tongue as he suckles deep bruises into them.  
“Satoru,” you hiss, lacing your fingers through soft white locks before tugging on them harshly. You pull Satoru away from you, his lips leaving your inner thigh with a loud pop. 
“Behave.” 
You barely move your lips, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to you on your coworkers’ screens. 
It’s a warning if Satoru’s ever heard one. Unluckily for you, Satoru’s way too used to getting his way, brushing past warnings with an air of practiced defiance, paying no heed to any signals for him to concede. (“Signs can’t stop me because I can’t read!”)
Your words do nothing but go straight to his cock. That, coupled with the way you tug at his hair has a moan stumbling straight past his lips without warning. 
You quickly glance at your screen and release a breath you didn’t even know you were holding upon confirming that you are indeed on mute. You don’t need your colleagues hearing your whore of a boyfriend moaning like a pornstar in the middle of your weekly recap meeting. 
You quickly turn off your camera. They wouldn’t miss you for a few seconds, right? 
“I thought I told you to behave.” The hand that was previously gripping Satoru’s hair clamps over his mouth. “Either you stay and be quiet or you leave.”
Cerulean orbs lock with yours before you feel something wet— a tongue, swipe along the inside of your palm. You draw your hand back with a curse, wiping off the saliva with your shirt. 
“But babyyy,” he whines, wrapping his arms around your legs and resting his head on your thigh. He looks up at you with his best puppy eyes. You know Satoru well enough to recognize the lustful glint underneath the seemingly innocent gaze. “I haven’t seen you all day, s’not fair. I just miss you.”
“It’s been 4 hours, Satoru.” 
“Even one second not being by your side feels like an eternity,” he laments. An overstatement, but Satoru holds every ounce of that statement true in his heart and soul. “I’ll make it quick, promise. Just need to have a little bit of you and I’ll leave you alone.” 
Satoru isn’t a beggar. But he’ll be anything you need him to be, especially if it means getting a taste of you. 
You both know he won’t leave you alone. The both of you also know that Satoru knows how to work his mouth and your body. He’s already bringing his lips to your clit before you can even nod. 
“Good girl.” 
Satoru makes out with your pussy sloppily, dragging his tongue along your clit and inside your fluttering hole. His eyes roll back into his skull as you weave your hands through his hair, tugging harshly. Satoru’s brain is practically fried as you squeeze your thighs on either side of his head. His cock throbs against the confines of his sweatpants, tip staining the gray fabric. He palms himself to provide some friction, imagining that it were your hands touching him instead. 
“T-toru, I’m so close,” you cry. Satoru laughs meanly.
“Yeah?” he coos, long fingers working their way inside your dripping pussy. “You’re so sensitive. We just started and you wanna cum already?” 
“Please.”
“Told you we’d be quick. Cum for me, princess.” 
He doesn’t let up as you clench around his fingers. He fucks them into you even faster, making sure to hit that spongey little spot in you with each thrust. He sucks your clit until you’re shaking, refusing to let go even as you try to pull away. 
Once he’s decided he’s tortured you enough, he pulls back ever so slightly, reveling in your debauched look. It would’ve been even better if you’d accidentally left your camera or microphone on, so everyone could know how good Satoru gives it to you. (He’s seen a few flirtatious messages from your coworkers via Slack.) Oh well, that’s just an opportunity for next time, he supposes. 
He doesn’t bother leaving. To your surprise, (and Satoru’s delight) your team wraps up as soon as you turn your camera back on. A few beats pass by before he breaks the silence. “It’s technically your lunch break, right? How about we finish what we started?”
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a/n: i need him in a way that is devastating to mankind. also satoru may be the king of quickies but don’t let that fool you into thinking he can’t go all night
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satorunigojaloo · 2 months
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"I’m Mary Poppins!"
Gojo Satoru x gn!reader
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Genre: fluff
Warning: none
AN: it’s so windy here today, I had to literally crawl to my car and rolled around in the wet snow three(!!) times before I finally got inside.
So enjoy this really short story inspired by my heavy battle against weather
wordcount: 800
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You feel yourself being thrown back, the wind dragging you along the pavement with its powerful grip.
Your hands clutching to your bag as you battle the weather on your hands and knees on the wet icy ground.
There’s a stinging pain on your knees and palms and you look down to see red mixing with water.
With best effort you shrink down into a little ball in an attempt to not let another wind draft get a hold on you. Regretting the decision earlier to do some grocery shopping before the storm truly kicks in.
According to the forecast it will be up to 40m/s in wind, that on top of the unusual amount of snow now proved almost fatal. At least it’s not minus degrees outside, so the snow is wet and heavy — and it helped soften one of your earlier falls.
"Hey, are you okay?" Relief fill your body when Satoru’s gentle voice reach you, you’re still lying down on the ground seeking coverage, but you knew you couldn’t stay there forever.
"Help me ‘Toru" surprised by your words coming out as desperate sobs, giving away how scared you actually are.
With your best effort you tilt your head slightly up to see your saviour, just in time to witness ‘the strongest’ fall on his butt as the wind easily toppled his height.
Between your sobs, small giggles leave your mouth and you smile at the doofus now on the ground next to you. You could see in his eyes how much he wants to tell you off from laughing, instead he found himself laughing with you.
"Now I know why you’re lying down like a rock." His hand reach out to wipe your tear stained cheeks — or is it water from the rain? You don’t know and it doesn’t matter. Leaning into his caress you place a kiss in his palm.
Satoru’s sunglasses must’ve blown away from the fall, leaving his blue eyes exposed to the world. The warmth and security in his gaze give you the courage to finally move.
Using each other as support, clinging together — desperately holding onto one another for safety. The taller man takes your bag over his shoulder and with clumsy steps pull the two of you to a nearby car.
With shelter from the vehicle you’re finally able to breathe, the harsh winds had made you struggle with every inhale.
Your eyes lock with his and you can’t help as the tear press on again. So thankful for having him there as support, your rock — and the light in your average dimlit world.
"I have an idea, do you trust me?" Embracing your shivering form, you bury your face in his chest and nods. You trust him with your life.
Satoru smile into your tuzzled hair, a quick inhale before lifting you up. Your arms and legs cling around his form and he hold you tightly with one hand while the other open up the umbrella.
You panic as he does, an umbrella in this weather is idiotic and would only turn inside out — or worse, pull the two of you even harder with the wind.
"Hey! No, Satoru you can’t—" interrupted by your own terrified screams as he open the umbrella, his feet leaving the ground and he floats up in the sky.
You don’t stop screaming until the air suddenly calms around you and his chest vibrates from a soft chuckle.
"Shh, don’t be scared. I told you to trust me."
Daring to pull your face away from the security of his chest, you look down and stiffen. You’re so far up now that the car you previously took shelter behind is now only a dot.
Your grip around him strengthen, heart pounding harsh into your chest and you’re overwhelmed by panic. Breathes now short and shallow, hyperventilating in fear.
Yes you do trust Satoru, but you didn’t trust yourself to not fall. Even with the security of his grip on you.
His large hand cups the back of your head, holding you closer to him and he leans down to whisper comforting words.
"You have to breathe, come on sweetheart. I won’t let you go, so ease up." It works. Like usual. The way his gentle and soft voice soothes you is like magic.
Finally, you got control of your body and dare to look up at him. His lips formed into a warm smile and you cup his cheek with one hand — pulling him down for a kiss.
Soft lips to yours and you kiss him deeply and you feel his every touch is full of affection and love.
"I trust you, with all my heart."
The joy on his face, that youthful and pure expression makes your heart pound again — but this time in a good way.
A cheeky laugh erupts from his lips as he point the umbrella up, floating toward your home.
"Look at me, I’m Mary Poppins!"
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AN: I should be finishing my other drafts, but you know. When an idea comes you just gotta get it down.
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thejujvtsupost · 4 months
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hiiii, i just wanna say i love your writing!
is it okay if i request a Gojo fluff of him coming out of the Prison Realm and seeing Y/N? a lil bit of angst and a lot of fluff if you please.
thank you!
have a cookie 🍪
and a lil bit of love <3
byee
-anon :)
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The Return
Hi anon! You’re so sweet 🥺💗 here’s a cookie for you too! 🍪 hope you don’t mind but I also added some Nobara copium since her dreaded episode comes out this week. She deserved better tbh.
Notes: F!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, Gojo needs a hug and gets one. Just something extra fluffy for the copium we all need. Also since Nobara’s status is technically ‘unknown’ I decided she’s in a coma for the foreseeable future to make myself feel better. 🤗 I also didn’t know how to end it because I had too many ideas.
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He looked like a mess.
You, Shoko and Yaga were the only ones unsealing Gojo, you had no idea what he was going to be like and all the kids had been through more than enough. If something tragic happened, they didn’t need to see it.
The way looked at you, some meters away from where he was unsealed, broke your heart. “Baby?” His scratchy voice was barely audible, likely dehydrated.
His hair was in complete disarray, dirt, dry blood and filth all over him, clothes hanging off of his frame- he clearly lost some weight. He’d been through hell.
None of that deterred you from immediately running into his arms, kissing his cheek and clutching his body close, tight but trying to be mindful of his frailty. His reverse curse technique could heal injuries, but it couldn’t sustain him alone. Especially not for over two weeks.
“God ‘toru never scare me like that again!” You were choked up and overwhelmed. “Are you okay? Of course you’re not- you need water and a fucking meal.”
A look over from Shoko while informing him of the lives lost went by in a blur for you both. You could tell he was having a hard time processing everything. “Nanami? Really? And Nobara’s in a coma?” He refused IV fluids so you were nearly drowning him with water he had to drink. As soon as you got him home he’d eat too.
His sadness was palpable when it was confirmed. “I always thought he’d be able to live through anything…”
“He died protecting Yuuji, Maki, Megumi and the others. He fought bravely til the end. Unfortunately Yuuji saw it happen, he’s been… struggling… but he’s very resilient.” You squeezed his hand and he squeezed it back- the best he could anyway. He was shaky and weak from the toll on his body.
Getting him home was a relief. You got him sat comfortably on the couch, still in dirty clothes (minus his uniform jacket you helped him out of) but you’d deal with that after he ate. You hated the grunts of pain exiting his lips from the ache in his muscles.
“Relax as best you can, I have some leftover chicken takeout I’m gonna heat up and I’ll be back.”
He caught your wrist in a panic. “Don’t leave- need to know you’re real. ‘Haven’t even properly kissed me yet.” He brought some humor and a smile into the room like always, you appreciated that about him no matter how weak it was this time. Even in the darkest moments he made you laugh with his charm.
“My apologies.” You leaned down with a giggle and kissed him gently.
Being alone was painful for anyone, and for Gojo, where he couldn’t even keep track of time, it was agony. He would dream, or perhaps hallucinate about you only for you to disappear when he wanted to touch you. Agony.
Pulling away from him after so long was difficult too. “I’ll just be a few minutes, I promise.”
Gojo let you leave and you talked to him from your place in the kitchen. He never valued being able to see the kitchen from the living room so much until this moment.
You made sure he ate as much as he could before pulling him to the bathroom connected to your room. A shower was next on the list and you had a feeling you’d end up in there with him. He needed some help but he disguised it as being needier than necessary (he was naturally needy and affectionate with you anyway.)
“Turn and lean down a little, you’re a billion meters tall and I can’t reach your hair” he complied and bantered with you lovingly. Not to his usual standards, but you didn’t care about anything other than him being right there under your fingertips. He was real, his voice was real.
And when he finally broke down, his head on your shoulder and arms around you, he couldn’t stop. He sobbed the ugliest of cries that ripped through your own heart and you didn’t stop him, didn’t shush him, just kissed the side of his head and rubbed his back. Encouraging him to let it out. It was a matter of time before his emotions caught up to him.
You spent more time holding him than washing him. Happily.
The water eventually ran clear and sobs turned to sniffles. Only then did you turn it off and help him out with the mutual understanding that his heart needs time to heal before he can talk about the tragedies he let out in the shower.
And finally, getting into bed and cuddling close, he had a death grip around you.
“I missed you so, so much Satoru. Don’t ever do that to me again or I’ll kill you.”
“I missed you too doll, you have no idea how bad I needed to see you and just feel you.” He kissed you just as sweetly as he did gently.
Falling asleep without tears for the first time in weeks, exchanging quiet words of love, was bliss.
A miracle, actually.
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Not so disastrous
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genre: Fluff, crack, established relationship
warnings: Gojo Satoru, slightly suggestive towards the end, terrible sense of humor
summary: asking satoru to help you with baking might or might not have led to a mishap.
a/n: my attempt at writing something silly did not turn out the way I wanted.
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With your midterms done and a lot of time to spare, you decided that baking some cupcakes would be a great pastime and it wouldn't hurt to have something sweet at hand when your boyfriend returns from his mission. Except your measurement skills are not something you are proud of and now you ended up with a god forsaken amount of cupcakes.
As you were breaking your limbs trying to whip out the frosting, you heard your door open and some heavy footsteps indicating the arrival of your boyfriend. "N/N, did you miss meee" he called out loud, bringing a warm smile onto your face. "Not really, toru, you were just gone for two hours" you said, causing him to pout but you got used to his charm so this wouldn't work on you so instead, you decided to ask him to help you with the cupcakes.
Now, that was a bad idea.
T-minus 20 minutes before the disaster:
You both started chatting while he was washing up. "So how did your mission go" "as usual your super sexy talented boyfriend ended it in a matter of minutes" he tells you in classic gojo style "now praise me for it" he whispers into your hair basking in the domestic comfort. "My super sexy talented boyfriend needs to get off of me so that I won't spill this frosting I'm trying to whip" you say while swatting him away.
T-minus 15 minutes before the disaster:
"You are so mean to me N/N" he started whining which resulted in you shoving a cupcake to shut him up. "Aww i love you too toru" you replied in a monotonous voice flusturing gojo a bit. No matter how many times you both profess your feeling to each other, gojo preserve each of then in a new spot in his heart for he can't get over how in love he is with you.
T-minus 10 minutes before the disaster:
After Shoko came to get some material from you, you left satoru incharge of removing the last batch of cupcakes from the oven.
"Baby trust me" he said.
T-minus 5 minutes before the disaster:
As you headed back to your room, you could smell the charred scent. The slight suspicion of your dorm burning down suddenly started looking like the reality the longer you stood and so you picked up your pace and headed towards your room to find satoru engulfed in smoke. "Toru oh my goodness are you alright? what happened?" you said as you proceeded to open your windows and hold onto a coughing satoru who looked like he would pass out from the burnt cupcake fumes. "Baby the cupcakes are evil" gojo choked on the smoke.
The disaster:
When you finally managed to calm the situation, you turned and checked on satoru who looked slightly guilty. "Its ok Toru I still have a lot of cupcakes. Lets go and frost them" you assure him "now where's that frosting" "what frosting" gojo leans back onto your counter knocking said bowl of frosting onto you making you look like a failed birthday cake.
"Woah there sweetie" he tries to joke in an attempt to lighten the mood while chuckling nervously. Somehow throughout this mishap you weren't even even phased for a little bit. If anything, that was more concerning to you. Perks of being Gojo Satoru's girlfriend.
You just started laughing "I don't even know what to say Toru. I'm going to go clean up" you say as you start walking towards your bathroom but get interrupted by gojo. "I have other ways to clean it up" he blocks your way as he licks the frosting off of your palms. "Toru I'm extremely sticky baby don't do this right now" "how about you wash up and then we can continue where i stopped" gojo says holding onto your waist.
Maybe that wasn't a disaster, after all.
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a/n: Next time, I'm definitely writing smut.
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fushiguroll · 2 years
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HAIKYUU BOYS TEACHING YOU TO DRIVE
⇢ bokuto kotaro, miya atsumu, yaku morisuke, aone takanobu, nishinoya yu, oikawa toru
a/n: am I y/n oikawa’s? yes, absolutely. can I not tell my left from my right? yes, sometimes but I don’t want to hear about it.
ʚɞ BOKUTO Kotaro | bokuto was so excited when you asked him to teach you to drive. “really? you’re asking me and not akaashi?” “yes, bokuto, you.” immediately was ready for lessons. tried his best to explain things to you but ends up confusing you more with the weird terms he has. doesn’t call the “gearshift” gearshift, referred to it as  “PRNDL”. was so nervous when you guys finally go on the road. he was very encouraging but but you see his knuckles turn white from gripping unto his seatbelt too tightly. you appreciate it but its honestly more distracting than helpful. “GOOD JOB BABY! NOW TURN LEFT!” “YES FANTASTIC! NOW TURN RIGHT!” “ko, could you please stop yelling?” “I’M NOT YELLING! YOU’RE DOING GREAT!” gave you the biggest hug afterwards. aside from the yelling, he’s a pretty good instructor. 8/10. 
ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu | also very excited to teach you to drive, but unlike bokuto who genuinely excited to teach you, atsumu was using the lesson as a chance to show off his driving skills. you’ll probably drive very little because he’s too busy “demonstrating” for you. “okay, let’s switch places. I’ll show ya how to reverse.” “tsumu, you can just teach me, you don’t have to show me.” “nah, nah, princess, ya gotta see for yerself.” not that you’re complaining though because he definitely does that hand on the back of your headseat thing as he reverses and you know that’s hot. swoon. but if you want a chance at passing your driver’s test, osamu as your teacher would be a better bet. 6/10. 
ʚɞ YAKU Morisuke | immediately goes into instructor mode the moment you asked him to teach you to drive. sat you down and gave you a presentation on the in and outs of traffic rules before you’re even allowed to sit in the driver’s seat. very strict and expected you to follow his directions to the t, after all, you came to him to learn right? “alright, now use the turn signal right here. make sure to check your side mirrors, once, then twice. now turn your head to check the blindspot. I SAID TURN YOUR HEAD TO SEE THE BLIND SPOTS!” “STOP YELLING AT ME!” “TURN YOUR HEAD!” apologized to you for the yelling, but it’s the same story all over again at your next lesson. however, it was all wroth it because you scored a perfect 100 on both your writing and driving test. 9.5/10 (minus .5 for the yelling). 
ʚɞ AONE Takanobu | aone’s lessons were pretty nerve-wrecking not because he yelled at you, but the opposite, its the fact that he barely commented on anything. you’re not sure if you’re doing things right because he’s not saying anything but you saw the wince in his face when you accidentally sped past a speed bump. “sorry, I’m supposed to go slow right?” he nodded, slowly bringing a hand up to the handlebar. when you brake too slow and almost hit the car in front of you, aone again doesn’t say anything except, “brake faster.” a lot of uncomfortable silence because you’re both nervous about your driving. he gave you a little head pat afterwards and muttered, “good job.” he tried to avoid you the next few days so you don’t ask him to teach you again but it wasn’t like you were planning to anyways. 4/10. 
ʚɞ NISHINOYA Yu | asking nishinoya to teach you to drive was both entertaining and lowkey a life hazard to everyone else on the road. he gave you a very very brief overview of the car, pointed to things and just went, “that’s the brake, that’s the gas pedal, the D is drive, the N is neutral, the R is reverse. got it? kay, let’s go!” once you’re on the road, he urged you to go faster, probably forced you to go on the highway on the first day. crazy man will even roll down the window and scream at passing cars, “FIRST TIME DRIVER WHOOP WHOOP!” when you’re more comfortable, he tried to convince you to reenact some fast and furious scene. by the end of it, you thanked God for guiding both of you back safely and in one piece. y Instructor Nishinoya is a fun time guaranteed and you will learn how to drive with the small risk of potentially losing your life. 6/10 (minus 4 points for being an irresponsible instructor). 
ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | was so pleased you came to him for driving lessons, he’s always thought himself a superior driver. If only he knew the sole reason you came to him was because Iwaizumi, Mattsun and Makki were all busy. Anyhow, in the beginning, Oikawa was very patient and kind, full of encouragements and praises for you. but the longer you drive and the more times you couldn’t distinguish between your left from your right, the more he wanted to tear his hair out. tried his best to stay patient but you could tell he’s losing his mind the higher pitched his voice got. “Okay,  that’s it. now go left. no y/n, that’s your right signal. I said left. That’s the side you don’t write with. LEFT! GO LEFT!” he cut the lesson short with some lame excuse about needing to use the restroom. texted Iwaizumi afterwards, “I’m never taking y/n out to drive again. It’s your turn.” hey, at least you tried your best. 5/10. 
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2022
albums: Alex G - God Save the Animals Alex G - We're All Going to the World's Fair Anthony Naples + DJ Python - Air Texture VIII Big Thief - Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You Björk - Fossora Bladee & Ecco2k - Crest Broadcast - Maida Vale Sessions Carla dal Forno - Come Around Carly Rae Jepsen - The Loneliest Time Cass McCombs - Heartmind Charli XCX - Crash Daphni - Cherry Dawn Richard & Spencer Zahn - Pigments Hikaru Utada - Bad Mode Huerco S. - Plonk Isabella Lovestory - Amor Hardcore Junior Boys - Waiting Game Kali Malone - Living Torch Malibu - Palaces of Pity Marina Herlop - Pripyat Oren Ambarchi - Shebang Oren Ambarchi, Johan Berthling & Andreas Werliin - Ghosted Organ Tapes - 唱着那无人问津的歌谣 / Chang Zhe Na Wu Ren Wen Jin De Ge Yao Phoenix - Alpha Zulu Physical Therapy - Teardrops on My Garage PPJ - Trindade Rachika Nayar - Heaven Come Crashing Raum - Daughter Sally Shapiro - Sad Cities Sam Prekop - The Sparrow Sam Prekop & John McEntire - Sons Of Shinichi Atobe - Love of Plastic Shygirl - Nymph The Soft Pink Truth - Is It Going to Get Any Deeper Than This? Torus & DJ Lostboi - The Flash Two Shell - Icons The Weeknd - Dawn FM William Basinski & Janek Schaefer - “ . . . On Reflection “
songs: Alex G - JLB's Drawing Bibio - Off Goes the Light Björk - Ancestress (ft. Sindri Eldon) Bladee & Ecco2k - Faust Bladee & Ecco2k - The Flag is Raised Call Super - Swallow Me Carla dal Forno - Side by Side Carly Rae Jepsen - Anxious Carly Rae Jepsen - Talking to Yourself Cass McCombs - Belong to Heaven CFCF - After the After (Bodysync Remix) Charli XCX - Sorry If I Hurt You Charlotte Adigéry & Bolis Pupul - Haha Coco & Clair Clair - Bad Lil Vibe Cole Pulice - City in a City Daphni - Take Two Dawn Richard & Spencer Zahn - Sandstone Demi Lovato - Substance DJ Heartstring - Can't Stop the Night Doss - Look (All Night Mix) Doss - Strawberry (Singin' Club Mix) Double Virgo - Kicked Out by Seven Ecco2k & Bladee - Amygdala Ela Minus & DJ Python - Pájaros En Verano Embaci - Tiniest Whisper Hikaru Utada - Somewhere Near Marseilles Hudson Mohawke - Bicstan Isabella Lovestory - Exibisionista Job - Lore Junior Boys - Thinking About You Calms Me Down Kelela - On the Run Luis - Jack Anderson Malibu - Iliad Marina Herlop - Abans Abans Merely - The Killing Sun Mr Twin Sister - Resort Mura Masa & Erika de Casier - e-motions Objekt - Ballast Oren Ambarchi - I Organ Tapes - Burnout Organ Tapes - heaven can wait Physical Therapy - Chain Reaction PinkPantheress - Boy's a liar PPJ - Dar Um (Lauer Remix) Purelink - Butterfly Jam Rachika Nayar - Gayatri Raum - Walk together Sally Shapiro - Sad City SG Lewis & Tove Lo - Call on Me (SG's Dub Edit) Shinichi Atobe - Love of Plastic 1 Shygirl - Firefly Two Shell - Unrequited Yasmine - Doce Atração Yung Lean - Lips Yves Tumor - God Is a Circle
games: Elden Ring Kirby and the Forgotten Land Monster Hunter Rise: Sunbreak Signalis Sonic Frontiers Squaredle Tactics Ogre: Reborn
film: Aftersun (Charlotte Wells) Ambulance (Michael Bay) Avatar: The Way of Water (James Cameron) Crimes of the Future (David Cronenberg) Decision to Leave (Park Chan-wook) I Thought the World of You (Kurt Walker) Jackass Forever (Jeff Tremaine) Kimi (Steven Soderbergh) Nope (Jordan Peele) Orphan: First Kill (William Brent Bell) Pacifiction (Albert Serra) Sharp Stick (Lena Dunham) Stars at Noon (Claire Denis) Tár (Todd Field) Three Thousand Years of Longing (George Miller)
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vizzy740 · 7 months
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Huh, Polyamory
It’s the weekly Friday movie night. Mina’s always found it fun, the class has a good mix of horrible movie taste, mediocre and downright awful, so it’s a russian roulette of quality.She and the rest of the Bakusquad can laugh at bad ones, and swoon at the good ones (minus Bakugo), but every once in a while the movie will just be boring.
That’s how it is tonight, or at least that's what Mina thinks. The rest of the Bakusquad is enraptured somehow, but Mina can’t look at the screen without feeling her eyes slowly close…
She blinks, quickly looking around to find something entertaining. Her attention is caught by Yaomomo talking with Iida and Todoroki over in the kitchen.They’re working on the refreshments. Todoroki holding the stove-top popcorn maker that Momo made after Bakugo had complained to everyone about how shitty microwave popcorn tastes.Todoroki keeps the pot warm. His eyes flit between watching Momo and Iida, who are making light conversation at his sides. Mina can’t hear what they’re saying over the movie and the class’s talk.
She doesn’t take it to mean much, the three class rich kids being responsible. She sorta envies how not bored they are. She looks back to her friends, hoping that the movie has finally become interesting.
Eventually the movie finishes and everyone leaves except for the popcorn trio, who stay around to clean up, shepherding the rest of the class out. Realizing that she needs to go to the bathroom, Mina returns. Annoyingly, the only ones in the dorm are on the bottom floor.
When the elevator opens she finds Todoroki, Yaomomo still there. They’re talking between each other about something or other at the back of the couch by the TV.They greet her, then go back to their conversation. Todoroki says for her to keep quiet, since Iida is sleeping.Mina sees him sleeping on the couch below the two of them as she turns to go to the bathroom.
It’s strange, she thinks, and if she comes across something else, she might think of talking to Toru about it… 
Toru knows she’s on her phone too much. Right before bed, she spends an hour on it, and as everyone says, it does affect her ability to sleep.Which is why she is up at 10 at night(it wouldn’t usually be late for her, but curfew is at 9), wandering out to the common room. She’s in the nude, for stealth reasons. It’s useful to be invisible like that. She can practice being silent as she wanders around, bored out of her mind, but unable to sleep. She ends up in the common room. Surprisingly, Todoroki and Yaomomo are there.
They’re sipping tea together and talking. There’s a faint blush on Yaomomo’s face. Toru can’t help but eavesdrop, and while there isn’t anything explicitly romantic, they stand close together, and Todoroki rewarms her cup.
Yaomomo smiles, and kisses Todoroki on the cheek.
Todoroki gives a small smile in return, and says something back, but Toru leaves before she hears. She’s gotta tell Mina about this in the morning.
She collects all the girls in the class together (not including Yaomomo of course).
“I think there’s something going on between Yaomomo and Todoroki. I saw them together last night, after the movie night was over. They’re clearly into each other.” Toru interrupts Mina's explanation. “They’re like— the perfect couple. The hot guy and girl with the good grades. The high school sweethearts that’ll make it through the adversity of blooming adulthood. Then, they’ll blossom into the number one hero couple! There’s no way you can’t see it, right? Todoroki is clearly into Momo, right?”
Kyoka, Ochako and Tsu look at her with tired, incredulous expressions. Mina looks intrigued.
“I don’t think Todoroki is into anyone.” Kyoka replies, “Though I can’t really tell his emotions very well. Also, I don’t think Momo thinks about him as more than a friend. She hangs out with Iida more. You know Todoroki better, Ochako. What do you think?”
“I agree with you about Todoroki. He’s never expressed any attraction to anyone. Though… I don’t really know what he’d look like if he was interested. Even with that, I don’t think he’s into Yaomomo. And I don’t think she’s with Iida either. They’re class representatives, they have to work together all the time. Besides, I don’t think Iida is into anyone either, both Todoroki and him are too focused on training to be heroes.” Ochako rejects.
“I… disagree.” Tsuyu says, “Everyone thinks that whenever Iida goes on a job he’s training his quirk, but once I saw him with Todoroki on his back. He was cooling Iida’s pipes so he could run farther. I think they do that often, and that can’t be training, when Iida trains his engines he always pushes them to the limit.”
“If Iida’s into anyone, it’s Yaomomo.” Tsuyu returns, “Once, I went to get her from a meeting about representative stuff with Iida and they were just talking about… random stuff. And they were holding hands.”
“Last night I saw them. Together. And Yamomo kissed Todoroki. On the lips! Do you have anything to beat that?” Toru said, opposing the idea.
“Iida was on the couch.” Mina replies.
“Well– well that can be explained easily,” Toru answers, uncertainty clear in her voice.
“We could just ask them.” Tsuyu responds. “I’ll ask Todoroki, since I’m sparring with him in—” She checks her phone, “Ten minutes.”
“Good plan,” Mina says, and everyone agrees.
“Are you dating anyone, specifically Momo or Iida?” Tsuyu asks Todoroki as they return to the dorms after sparring together in USJ.
Todoroki takes a second to respond, “That is what most couples do before getting married. Like the first trial period, before you get engaged and then get married. Correct?”
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it.” Tsuyu answers, “Though many people don’t date with the intention of marriage, but many people assume that if someone dates someone else for a long time they’ll get married.”
“Okay. Then, no.” Todoroki replies.
“Then what is your relationship with them?”
“We’re friends.” Todoroki says, he smiles, and his eyes gleamed.
“And that’s what happened.” Tsuyu says. “Though sometimes Todoroki is very oblivious to social cues. Kaminari said a basic sexual innuendo and it took Todoroki an hour to figure out what he meant.”
“I’ll ask Momo then.” Kyoka answers.
“Are you dating Tenya or Shoto?” Kyoka asked Momo.
Her face flushed in answer, “Is—is it obvious?”
“No, you’re pretty good at hiding it, but sometimes you slip up. But uh… which one?”
“Both.” She responds, smiling.
“So we have one for and one against.” Mina responds, “Ochako, you can ask Iida so we can figure out who’s wrong.”
“Are you dating Yaomomo and Todoroki?” Ochako asks.
Iida’s face flushes slightly, but it might be just the question.
“No, it would be unprofessional to date one of my classmates.” Iida responds.
“Yaomomo said she was dating you.” Ochako says, “So me and the other girls want confirmation.”
“Then… yes. I am dating Yaoyorozu.” Iida responds, figuring that since Momo was okay with admitting it, he might as well come clean.
“What about Todoroki?”
“Same with him.”
“Is Todoroki dating Yaoyorozu?”
“Yes.”
Ochako nods, not knowing how else to answer.
“You’ve all been gathered here, in Kyoka’s room for an important discussion.” Mina yells out. “Since she’s soundproofed her room, it’s the best place to go for privacy, since you all seemed to want to keep your relationship private.” Mina further explains.
The pink-haired girl entertained an audience of eight people, made up of the previous gossip group, along with the couple, threesome? trio? group in question.
“You see—”
“Todoroki said that you two are his friends,” Tsuyu interrupts, then stands up, “We should go now.”
“But—”
Toru grabs Mina and along with Tsuyu and Ochako, they leave the room.
“Don’t wreck my room.” Kyoka says, “I just want you to know that, I don’t know what base Momo is with you guys, but I just want you all to know that. My room isn’t your playpen.”
Then she left, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere.
“You said we aren’t friends?” Todoroki asks them both. “You don’t love me?” There’s a sad look on his face, Iida and Momo flinch at it, saddened by Todoroki’s distrust in them.
“It’s not like that.” Iida starts, making wild gestures with his hands, “We thought—”
“We think of you… differently than a friend. We still love, it’s just that we do it like…” Momo takes a moment to give herself some confidence. “Like a lover.”
“A lover?” Todoroki asks. “Like we’re dating?”
“Yes.” Iida replies, relieved.
“That’s what we thought you thought of us as.” Momo explains. “Would… would you like that to be what we are to each other.”
“I… I think so.”
They all smile.
“Good.”
-Catcity
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NASA scientists discover a novel galactic ‘fossil’
Researchers at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland, have discovered X-ray activity that sheds light on the evolution of galaxies.
The X-rays outline giant clouds of cold gas in the nearby spiral galaxy NGC 4945. The gas appears to have blasted through the galaxy after its central supermassive black hole erupted some 5 million years ago.
“There’s ongoing debate in the scientific community about how galaxies evolve,” said Kimberly Weaver, an astrophysicist at Goddard who led the work. “We find supermassive black holes in the centers of nearly all Milky Way-sized galaxies, and an open question is how much influence they have compared to the effects of star formation. Studying nearby galaxies like NGC 4945, which we think we’re seeing in a transition period, helps us build better models of how stars and black holes produce galactic changes.”
Weaver presented the results on behalf of her team at the 243rd meeting of the American Astronomical Society in New Orleans on Jan. 11. A paper about the finding is now under review by The Astrophysical Journal. The work was made possible thanks to data collected by the ESA (European Space Agency) satellite XMM-Newton (X-ray Multi-Mirror Mission) with help from NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory.
NGC 4945 is an active galaxy about 13 million light-years away in the southern constellation Centaurus.
An active galaxy has an unusually bright and variable center powered by a supermassive black hole that heats a surrounding disk of gas and dust through gravitational and frictional forces. The black hole slowly consumes the material around it, which creates random fluctuations in the disk’s emitted light. As with most active galaxies, NGC 4945’s black hole and disk are shrouded by a dense cloud of dust called a torus, which blocks some of that light.
The cores of active galaxies can also drive jets of high-speed particles and generate strong winds containing gas and dust.
NGC 4945 is also a starburst galaxy, which means it forms stars at a much higher rate than our own. Scientists estimate it produces the equivalent mass of 18 stars like our Sun every year, or nearly three times the rate of the Milky Way. Almost all the star formation is concentrated in the galaxy’s center. A starburst event lasts between 10 and 100 million years, ending only when the raw material to make new stars is depleted.
Weaver, NASA’s project scientist for XMM-Newton, and her team looked at NGC 4945 with the satellite. In their data, they saw what scientists call the iron K-alpha line. This feature occurs when very energetic X-ray light from the black hole’s disk meets cold gas elsewhere. (The gas measures around minus 400 degrees Fahrenheit or minus 200 Celsius.) The iron line is common in active galaxies, but until these observations, scientists previously thought it occurred on scales much closer to the black hole.
“Chandra has mapped iron K-alpha in other galaxies. In this one, it helped us study individual bright X-ray sources in the cloud to help us rule out other potential origins besides the black hole,” said Jenna Cann, a co-author and postdoctoral researcher at Goddard. “But NGC 4945’s line extends so far from its center that we needed XMM-Newton’s wide field of view to see all of it.”
Because NGC 4945 is tilted nearly edge-on from our point of view, XMM-Newton was able to map the extent of its iron line both along and above the galaxy’s plane, tracing it out to 32,000 and 16,000 light-years, respectively – an order of magnitude farther than previously observed iron lines.
The science team thinks the cold gas highlighted by the line is a relic of a particle jet erupting from the galaxy’s central black hole about 5 million years ago. The jet was likely angled into the galaxy rather than pointing into space, driving a superpowered wind that’s still pushing cold gas through the galaxy. It may even have triggered the current starburst event.
Weaver and her colleagues will continue to observe NGC 4945 to see if they can discover other ways the black hole is affecting the galaxy’s evolution. The same X-rays from the disk that are currently highlighting the cold gas may also begin to dissipate it. Since stars would need that gas to form, scientists might be able to measure how activity around a galaxy’s black hole can quench its starburst phase.
“There are a number of lines of evidence that indicate black holes play important roles in some galaxies in determining their star formation histories and their destinies,” said co-author Edmund Hodges-Kluck, an astrophysicist at Goddard. “We study a lot of galaxies, like NGC 4945, because while the physics is pretty much the same from black hole to black hole, the impact they have on their galaxies varies widely. XMM-Newton helped us discover a galactic fossil we didn’t know to look for – but it’s likely just the first of many.” ESA’s XMM-Newton observatory was launched in December 1999 from Kourou, French Guiana. NASA funded elements of the XMM-Newton instrument package and provides the NASA Guest Observer Facility at Goddard, which supports use of the observatory by U.S.
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DELFI AVALDAS KAHTLASE ARTIKLI ZAPORIŽŽJE TUUMAJAAMA KOHTA
Elisabeth Viil "Ukraina peatas ohutuse huvides Zaporižžja tuumajaama viimase töötanud reaktori" DELFI, 11. juuni 2023 See tuumajaam Energodari linnas on Venemaa poolt okupeeritud ja minu teada juhib seda jaama Venemaa institutsioon Rosatom.
Rahvusvahelise Aatomienergia Agentuuri IAEA esindajad on tuumajaamas kohal.
Venemaa on IAEA nõudmisel andnud teatava sõnaõiguse Ukraina agentuurile Energoatom.
Novaja Kahhovka veehoidla kuivalejäämise tõttu pandi kuumalt kinni viimane töötav reaktor kuuest reaktorist.
"Five of the ZNPP’s reactor units are in cold shutdown and one is in hot shutdown..."
Jahutusvett jätkub veel paariks kuuks, siis tuleb vedada toru, kui saab vedada, Dnepri jõeni.
Selline on IAEA teade 9. juunist 2023:
"Update 164 – IAEA Director General Statement on Situation in Ukraine" IAEA, 09 June 2023
Aga DELFI avaldab Ukraina propagandat ja esitab ebatäpseid ning eksitavaid lauseid.
DELFI käsitluses pandi viimane reaktor külma seisu ja seda tegid Ukraina ning Energoatom.
Ukraina ei tee seal tuumajaamas aga Venemaa nõusolekuta midagi, kuigi seal töötab veel hulk Ukraina spetsialiste.
Reaktori pani seisma Venemaa ja selline plaan oli neil selliseks puhuks juba ammu, olenemata Ukraina esindaja nõudmistest.
DELFI esitatud info pole kooskõlas ei IAEA ega Venemaa avaldustega.
Kui ma DELFI kommentaariumis neile tõikadele tähelepanu juhtisin, siis sõimati mind seal Vene propagandistiks.
Sellised "kriitikud" ei esitanud oma "info" kinnitamiseks mitte ühtegi linki ega kirjandusviidet.
Ka DELFI artiklis puudusid täpsed viited ja lingid asjakohastele autentsetele, autoriteetsetele allikatele nagu näiteks IAEA.
Vahetult pärast seda pandi kommentaarium üldse kinni ühes kõigi kommentaaride kustutamisega.
Ilmselt on tuumaterroristidel ja neid toetaval nn "ajakirjandusel" midagi varjata.
Tuumajaamade ohutus on rahvusvahelise tähtsusega ja sellel teemal tuleks avaldada võimalikult täpset ja asjakohast infot. Mida me aga näeme on see, kuidas Ukraina ja Lääs esitavad infot ebatäpselt ning moonutatud kujul, saavutamaks oma poliitilisi ja propagandistlikke eesmärke.
Zaporižžje tuumajaama kohta kirjutatud artikli eesmärgiks peaks olema lugejat informeerida, millised ohud seal on tekkinud ja kuidas neile ohtudele reageeriti.
Ent DELFI artikkel on sedasi sõnastatud, et ilmselt on selle artikli tegelikuks eesmärgiks jätta lugejale mulje, et Ukraina hoolitseb tuumaohutuse eest selles jaamas, sellal kui selle tuumajaama okupeerinud Venemaa aina üritab seda meeleheitlikult õhku lasta.
Seejuures täpseid detaile näiteks selle kohta, kui kauaks jätkub basseinides veel jahutusvett, DELFI artikkel mainida ei suutnudki.
Teatati, et uputus ei ohusta reaktoreid, mis oli aga ülearune, sest tuumajaam asub purunenud tammist ülesvoolu.
DELFI absurdne lause: 
"...tammi kokkuvarisemisest tingitud katastroofilised üleujutused ohustavad rajatise veevarustust."
Unustati aga rõhutada, et tuumajaama ohustab hoopis veehoidla veetaseme langus, sest veehoidlast võttis tuumajaam vett oma jahutusvee basseinide jaoks.
Ma olen juba ammu jõudnud järeldusele, et Zaporižžje tuumajaama, aga samuti vaesestatud uraaniga tugevdatud mürskude teemal avaldavad Ukraina ja Lääne ajakirjandus sihilikult täiesti ajuvaba teksti, mis tundub skisofreenilisena igaühele, kes on füüsikat õppinud.
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aeg (loovik osa 2)
“Vabandust, sõber, mul on aeg minna,” ütleb Mia ohates. Ka mina lasen kiunatuse välja; jälle peab ta kuskile ära minema. Päevad ilma Miata venivad nagu päevad ilma vorstita - nõmedalt ja väga aeglaselt. 
Võtmete kõlin, jalanõude sahin ning läinud ta ongi. Niuksudes viskan end oma voodisse pikali. Mial pole kindlat rutiini, niiet ma ei suuda isegi oletada millal ma teda uuesti näen. Loodetavasti tuleb ta tagasi jalutuskäiguks, siis saame koos jälle naabrilastele head meelt teha. Nagu kellavärk, igal õhtul, ootavad nad meid mänguväljakul reas. See on minu teine lemmik hetk päevas - nii palju patsutusi ja kõhu sügamist - kuid esimene on muidugi Mia kaisus hommikuti ärkamine. 
Mia on suur magaja, teda on väga raske üles äratada. Ma võtan seda uhkelt kui enda kohustust. Sirutan oma jalgu, ajan end püsti, ning teen talle selja peal tammudes vaikselt massaaži. Sellepeale ta tavaliselt ainult niheleb veidi, niisis asun oma rutiini teise sammu juurde - näopuhastus. See kindlustab Mia heas tujus ärkamise: ta teeb silmad lahti, ringutab, naeratab mulle ja teeb pea peale musi. Sedasi me koos hommikul tõuseme. 
Kuigi on see rutiin igahommikune, saab see alati liiga kiiresti läbi. Ärganud Mial on kohe peale toibumist vaja askeldama hakata. Ta küll proovib mulle ka tähelepanu pöörata, kuid ma tean, et ta on mõtetega mujal. Ma proovin mitte väga löödud olla, tema jaoks, et ta ennast halvasti ei tunneks. Ma tean, et kui saaks teisiti, ta kindla peale teeks nii. Kuid kahjuks ei ela me perfektses maailmas.
Seega, siin ma nüüd olen, ootan oma sõpra, kes välja tormates ukse kogemata jõuga kinni lõi. Ta on jälle kusagile hilinemas. Kuulen läbi ukse, kuidas ta autole hääled sisse keerab, muusika vaikselt tümpsuma paneb, ning ära sõidab. Ma proovin magada, kas või natukenegi, et aeg kiiremini mööduks. See aga ei õnnestu, sest ma kuulen aknale koputamist. 
Ei ole võimalik, mõtlen ma, jälle on oravad platsis. Tavaliselt ma haugataks nende peale, üritaks neid meie kodu juurest eemale ajada, kuid ma olen liiga kurb, et end liigutadagi. Keeran end küljelt-küljele, üritan leida mugavat asendit, kuid mul on tunne, nagu seda ei leidukski. Aeglaselt loivan ma voodist välja lähima mänguasjakasti juurde, haaran sealt paar kaisukat, toon nad tagasi oma voodi juurde. Viskan nad sinna peale, keeran end vastu neid kerra, ning üritan ette kujutada, nagu nad oleksid tegelikult Mia, ning kuidas me ei pea veel päriselt ärkama. 
Mu uni on väga segane. Ma ei ole päris kindel, kas ma olen ärkvel, mis on päris ja mis mitte. Ma vähkren ringi, tundes end ebamugavalt, kuid ma ei suuda end äratada sellest õudusest. See on kestnud terve igaviku. Ma kõnnin pimedas torus, mille lõpus ma näen valgust, kuid ei ole vahet kaua ma kõndinud olen, see valgus ei muutu suuremaks. Vahepeal on mul tunne, et see muutub veel väiksemaks, justkui põgenedes minu eest. Mu jalad on väsinud, kuid ma tean, et seisma jäämine pole valik. 
Ma lihtsalt kõnnin ja kõnnin … kõnnin ja kõnnin … kõnnin ja kõnnin… 
Klõps! Võtmete sahin. Ainus hääl, mis mind suudaks ka kõige sügavamast unest äratada. Ma olen sedamaid püsti ning ukse juures vastas enne kui Mia kahe jalaga kodus isegi sees on. “Sõber! Oi, mul on sind ka nii hea meel näha! Tule,” ütleb Mia mind patsutades ja naeratades, “lähme teeme naabrilapsed ka rõõmsaks.”
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Recent Volcanic Activity on Jupiter’s Moon Io Is Confusing and Exciting Scientists
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Recent Volcanic Activity on Jupiter’s Moon Io Is Confusing and Exciting Scientists
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Recent strange activity around Jupiter’s volcanic moon, Io, confused and excited scientists.
Io, the third largest of Jupiter’s moons, is caught in a pressurized, explosive dance.
Orbiting near Ganymede and Europa, two of the other largest Jovian moons, and the planet itself, Io’s mineral composition is constantly pulled and pushed by gravity, creating frictional heat deep inside the moon. This makes it extremely volcanically active — there are hundreds of volcanoes and extensive networks of lava flows marking Io’s surface.
“It’s being squeezed like an anger ball,” said Jeff Morgenthaler, an astrophysicist at the Planetary Science Institute.
Despite a number of close-flying spacecrafts over the past few decades — including the Voyager 1 and Galileo missions — as well as constant observation from Earth, there are lasting mysteries about the kind of volcanic activity on Io and how the moon’s fiery energy interacts with Jupiter and other nearby bodies.
Last year, Dr. Morgenthaler, who studies gases Io emits and the cloud said gases create around Jupiter, picked up signs that a different kind of eruption — a more powerful or more persistent one — was occurring.
“It’s an exciting observation,” said Ashley Davies, a planetary scientist and volcanologist at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory who was not involved in Dr. Morgenthaler’s study. “It’s showing that Io is certainly one of the most energetic bodies in the solar system, and you have no idea how it’s going to appear when you turn your telescope on it.”
The observation could help to guide future study of Io, including preparations for NASA’s Juno space probe, which has been orbiting Jupiter since 2016 and is scheduled to fly only a couple hundred miles from the Jovian moon this December.
Because Io is far from the sun and has a very thin atmosphere, its surface, on average, sits at around minus 200 degrees Fahrenheit, and it is coated in a frosty layer of sulfuric compounds. Volcanic eruptions there, which come in many different forms and intensities, can reach temperatures up to 2,500 degrees Fahrenheit. When super hot meets super cold, molecules like sulfur dioxide and sodium can be shot into space. Some of the most explosive eruptions come from fissures in the surface and throw fountains of lava half a mile into space. The charged molecules create what is known as a “plasma torus” in Io’s wake: a doughnut-shaped cloud of ionized gas that collects in Jupiter’s magnetic field.
It is possible to look directly at Io’s volcanic hot spots with infrared telescopes. However, since 2017, Dr. Morgenthaler has taken a different approach, focusing on the moon’s plasma torus through the Planetary Science Institute’s Io Input/Output observatory (IoIO), in Arizona. Instead of using infrared light, Dr. Morgenthaler uses IoIO to block light from Jupiter and measure the gas around it.
Io seen by Juno from a distance of about 40,000 miles on Dec. 14.NASA/JPL-Caltech/SwRI/MSSS
An infrared image of Io’s southern hemisphere collected by the Juno spacecraft on Dec. 16, 2017, at a distance of about 290,000 miles. The brighter the color, the higher the temperature recorded.NASA/JPL-Caltech/SwRI/ASI/INAF/JIRAM
Dr. Davies said that while infrared telescopes can tell us where volcanoes are erupting on Io and how powerful they may be, studying the plasma torus can tell us when an eruption is chemically rich — signaling that it may be more powerful, more persistent or just more peculiar. One eruption could push more ionized gas into the torus. Another could send out a lot of neutral gas. “It doesn’t happen every time, and it’s an interesting link,” Dr. Davies said.
Each year Dr. Morgenthaler has monitored volcanic activity through IoIO, he has noticed some kind of increased concentration, or brightening, of gases in the plasma torus. These changes correlate with volcanic outbursts, the intensities of which can be measured by the levels of sodium emitted from the moon. But, in September through December 2022, after a large volcanic outburst, he noticed that the torus contained much less sulfur dioxide than the size of the eruption would suggest. The torus wasn’t as bright as it should have been.
This could mean that the eruption had a different chemical composition from the others, or that different kinds of minerals had been disturbed. It would be like Mount St. Helens, a steep stratovolcano that can erupt explosively, sending dirt, rock and sodium into the atmosphere, erupting on Earth, rather than Mauna Loa, a gently-sloped shield volcano that erupts with liquid lava flows. Or it could mean that the torus was rapidly diffusing in response to the intense eruption.
More than anything, Dr. Morgenthaler said, it is a call for more research.
“I’m just raising the flag, and saying, ‘This has happened,’” Dr. Morgenthaler said after announcing the observation this month.
Studying the anomaly might draw out, in better detail, the different kinds of volcanoes on Io, as well as the interactions between the plasma torus and other massive moons around Jupiter. However, much more data will have to be gathered to put all the pieces together, including from other powerful telescopes on Earth, like the James Webb Space Telescope as well as from the Juno space probe.
For the moment, to study gases from Io, Dr. Morgenthaler said that his method, which is cheap and could be adapted by small research organizations and even some backyard astronomers, is often underutilized. But his work may open the door for similar and widespread research that could provide data to help understand the Jovian system.
Dr. Davies said that this kind of piecemeal research is integral to understanding Io. “You can think of it like looking at different parts of an elephant,” he said.
The fact that Dr. Morgenthaler’s most recent observation was made with largely accessible instruments opens the possibility of more studies, similar and different, in kind. “The more monitoring we can get, the better it will be,” said Dr. Davies.
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mugirmu · 2 years
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game: spell your url with song titles! tagged by @starsandshores tysm <3 all songs are from my liked songs and with two u's in my url this was. Hard.
M - Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave (Will Wood)
U - Usseewa/うっせぇわ (Ado)
G - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (ABBA)
I - I Believe (Lyn - persona 5 royal)
R - Redesign Your Logo (Lemon Demon)
M - Mama (MCR)
U - Unravel (Toru Kitajima)
okay done. i'm tagging @inkedmyths @maverik6464 (minus the numbers ofc) and @acequisitor , as well as anyone who wants to do it! and no pressure if i tagged you
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Meeting Their Parents
Request by: @lalisbitch ♡´・ᴗ・`♡
Pairing: Oikawa x reader, Kuroo x reader, Noya x reader
Warning/s: swearing and suggestive themes for Kuroo because he’s a little shit sometimes but we love him of course
Oikawa Toru
➪ he doesn’t show it but he’s really lowkey panicking inside yknow 
➪ not once in his life had he brought a girl home for his parents to meet, so he’s going to be nervous about it despite knowing it’d turn out fine
➪ it’s the realest thing he’s done for his partner, it was like sealing an invisible seal that he’d cling to you for as long as time would allow just because you’ve gone to this stage
➪ “Toru, what if they don’t like me?” You say, staring up at him as the both of you stood outside his house 
➪ “They will, they loved you ever since you started having me listen about overworking and all that,” he smiles reassuringly 
➪ right, his parents love you, what was he so anxious about again? 
➪ THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THIS HAPPENED. YOU SET THE FUCKBOY STRAIGHT AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT. 
➪ SHALL HE START THINKING ABOUT MARRIAGE? WAS THIS TOO SOON?
➪ “You’re not very convincing you know,” you give him a pointed look as you squeeze his hand in yours, referring to his sweaty palms 
➪ but it actually turns out alright for both of you, his parents adored you and you easily made conversation especially with his mom 
➪ also, he forgot all worries in the first place ever since you set foot inside, seeing his mom hug you like you’d be the perfect daughter-in-law 
➪ “Itadakimasu!” the four of you say in unison as you all dig in your dinner, which was quite extravagant at that 
➪ “This is really a lot, but thanks” you politely say as literally all of the Oikawas put as much food as they can on your plate
➪ “You guys are overdoing it a little,” he frowns at his parents and they give him a chuckle
➪ cue your eye roll as your boyfriend puts another spring roll on your plate as if he wasn’t feeding you enough
➪ "This kid is just so hard-headed sometimes that I randomly smack his head when I recall all the headaches he gave me,” his father tuts
➪ you’re now in their living room, all of you casually sitting on the floor as you ate ice cream 
➪ “I KNOOWW,” you totally vibe with his dad and Toru doesn’t even know if he loves it or not, the both of you going against him. “He’s very childish too! I just cover my ears sometimes when he’s whining!” 
➪ His parents burst out laughing but your said boyfriend whom you just stated to be childish wasn’t pleased okay maybe a bit, he just really loves the mood you brought in his home
➪ He gives you a scowl, taking a spoon from your ice cream and sticking out his tongue at you when you glare at him 
➪ “See? Childish,” you sigh, and his parents were more than happy to agree with you on that one 
➪ The night wrapped up by about ten pm and his parents apologized profusely for keeping you so late but you assured them you had so much fun 
➪ “So? How was it y/n-chan?” He smiles down warmly at you as he walked you home 
➪ “They’re really lovely,” you grin up at him, “I can see why you were raised quite well, minus the... you know, Toruness,” you shrug 
➪ “You mean you could see why you fell for me?” He jokes, his hand leaving yours so that he could wrap his arm around your shoulders
➪ he may or may not have grabbed your chin, tilting your face upwards to kiss you because he’s been keeping all his emotions at bay for hours 
Kuroo Tetsuro 
➪ confident as HELL 
➪ so SO confident that he didn’t warn you beforehand
➪ no, no, he didn’t feel the need to do so even though you were wearing his shirt from the night before and your lazy pajamas 
➪ not to mention your disheveled hair?!!!
➪ “Ohayo,” he breathes out, pressing a kiss on your forehead as you started waking up from your sleep 
➪ With a yawn, you ask, “what time is it?” 
➪ “It’s time to have breakfast, c’mon, get up,” he grins, planting a kiss at the base of your neck when you groan 
➪ “I’ll wait outside, you better not take long,” he says with a knowing look, it wasn’t a threat but you knew it wasn’t empty either
➪ your boyfriend and his infinite sex drive, you thought as you shake your head
➪ you lazily get up and follow him outside, rubbing your eyes, you say, “Tetsu, we didn’t get to study last night because of your antics so let’s sta-” utter silence. 
➪ are you dreaming or are you dreaming 
➪ you might just die on the spot, with no mistake, his parents were on the dining table with Kuroo
➪ THE SAID KUROO, was only grinning on his seat as he looked at you 
➪ Face flustered and red, you immediately bow to them and apologize
➪ WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE WEARING HIS SHIRT
➪ “Oh, don’t be so polite, c’mon dear sit beside Tetsuro,” his mom waves you off with a smile as his father chuckles at you 
➪ “I’m really sorry,” you say again as you took your seat beside your boyfriend lmao you’re about to dump his ass while stepping on his foot 
➪ it didn’t faze him one bit, his smug grin only grew wider as he enjoyed every second of your flustered state
➪ but you easily forget how tense you were at first, his parents are really outgoing and his dad was especially funny
➪ he knew all along how it was going to pan out thus his confidence and dick move of not telling you ahead 
➪ “I’m really sorry again for intruding, Tetsu told me we’d be the only ones here,” you say again, subtly elbowing him from beside you 
➪ “You didn’t tell her?” His mom hisses but his dad merely looked at his son proudly 
➪ “It will save me from all her panicking anyway,” he shrugs before looking down to meet your death glare with surprisingly loving eyes
➪ “Plus, did you see the look on her face?” HE WHEEZES, the audacity of this man, you were so sure he was going to say something nice 
➪ shortly after breakfast though his parents left for work, and you were both alone in the house again 
➪ sulking the entire time, shrugging off his hugs and pushing him away every time he leans in for a kiss
➪ “Kitten, I said I was sorry,” he apologizes again, a small smile on his lips which only made you scoff
➪ “Then act like it you asshole,” you bite back, turning away from him on his bed and stealing the covers all for yourself
➪ “Asshole?” He mocks your words tauntingly
➪ “you’re getting too bratty don’t you think little girl?” he says, and you could only imagine the sadistic grin he had on as his breath fanned right against the back of your neck 
➪ Let’s just say you both relived the night before, if not longer 
Nishinoya Yu
➪ one word, three syllables
➪ BAR!!BE!!CUE!!
➪ he had just picked you up from your house, dropping in for a few minutes to chat with your parents about how he’s been because they’re all over him tbh 
➪ the two of you were just so opposite, you being so shy and quiet and Noya being so loud and bold, they could only want him for a son 
➪ so here you both are, on your way to his place because you were gonna have a barbecue out his lawn
➪ you’re clearly nervous and you’re about to cancel the whole thing, you’re just really shy and all that
➪ your boyfriend on the other hand was the most energetic kid you’ve seen him been, grinning at you when you get close to his house
➪ “Yu, take me home,” you gulp, stopping on your tracks 
➪ he stops to look at you before literally jumping towards you to give you a hug, basically almost tackling you to the floor 
➪ “Yuuu,” you whine, but hold him in your arms too nonetheless 
➪ he laughs at you, knowing you weren’t at all annoyed by him, he just wishes he’d rub off on you with his carefree personality 
➪ “Y/n darling what’s there to worry about?” He playfully says, pulling away
➪ Noya’s not one for pet names so that ultimately made you blush
➪ “I know you feel nervouse y/n, just squeeze my hand tighter if it’s too much and I’ll get them to talk to me instead,” he gives you a warm smile
➪ but not once did you do as he said, because you loved it, you actually enjoyed his parents’ company and had completely let go of your shyness
➪ they were really kind, and like Noya, they were people who liked to laugh out loud and had the warmest eyes that made you feel at home too 
➪ “It’s not so bad, is it?” he says low enough so that only you two could hear, and you nod back at him with a smile
➪ he looks proudly at you, though you don’t notice since you were eating
➪ but it was all too clear to his parents, their son was so whipped and beyond saving with you 
➪ “Do you want more soda?” He asks, about to grab your empty glass before his parents beat him to it
➪ “I’ll get it for you dear,” his mom says at you and you say a quick thank you 
➪ “We’re about to slice some watermelons so we’ll be back with some good stuff,” his father calls, patting both of your heads in adoration before walking away too 
➪ “Yu,” you say, looking at him as he chomped on his meat
➪ He looks back at you, grease tactlessly around the corners of his mouth and meat sticking out from his lips 
➪ “Thanks for today,” you smile, bringing the hand that was holding yours the whole time up your lips
➪ he awaits your actions with wide eyes and anticipation
➪ AND YOU KISS HIS HAND, YOUR LIPS ARE TOO SOFT
➪ he completely melts, error 404, noya not found 
➪ HE JUST KNOWS YOU WERE GOING TO KISS HIS LIPS IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE FOOD IN HIS MOUTH 
➪ sad noya noises
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⭑ part III ⭑
part I, part II 
⭑ Song: Drunk by Keshi
⭑ Warning: Minor angst, mentions of cheating 
⭑ Pairing: Oikawa  x f!reader ; Tsukishima x f!reader 
(a/n: Thank you all for the unbelievable support for my first series, you guys give me the motivation to continue writing. Please enjoy part 3!) 
Tag list (by request - thank you all for your support): @nachotrash; @whateverfeelz; @semhal​
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That day at Starbucks brought (Y/N) and Oikawa closer. He did not rush her, but stayed patiently next to her until she slowly opened herself to him. She shared with him her deepest secrets and thoughts, the detrimental consequences of her father’s affair on her entire family and her mental health. Her relationship with Tsukishima, who pursued her relentlessly the first day they met and how she was on cloud 9 when Tsukki promised her he would never be like her father. Through every chat, every conversation, Oikawa felt himself love (Y/N) even more. He smiled when she smiled. His heart skipped a beat when he hears her laughter. His heart broken and body trembled with anger as tears stained her face as she described her father and ex-boyfriend’s affair. Oikawa has never felt this way before, sure he was a pretty empathetic person, but this was beyond mere empathy. Perhaps deep down in his soul, he knew the girl sitting in front right now, talking animatedly about this new song she found on her Spotify, was his soul mate, the one God had prepared for him. 
For (Y/N), that empty space Tsukki left her with was slowly starting to be filled up Oikawa. The pretty captain was determined to not just be a bandaid for her heartache, but to become her whole heart and after months, she thinks she’s ready for him to do that. 
Interhigh Tournament 
Despite their first game being in the afternoon, Tsukishima and a few of the Karasuno boys decided to head to the tournament early to check out the other teams. Taking a seat in the stand, the team decided to watch the match between Aoba Johsai and Johzenji. Aoba Johsai was doing very well, despite the minor setbacks in the beginning, the powerhouse quickly adapted to Johzenji’s interesting way of playing. 
*beeeepppp* the whistled signaled a Seijoh’s victory. Tsukki watched the team huddle around as the coach gave them some encouragements. A familiar figure emerged holding some water bottles, distributing them to the team. He watched as the first years shyly thanked (Y/N) and the pretty captain looped an arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheeks. Despite being so far away, Tsukki could see the love radiating off both (Y/N) and Oikawa. Tsukki stopped breathing for a second. 
He watched as (Y/N) tucked her hair behind her ears, laughing as her boyfriend whined while their friends teased him about his flat butt. He watched as Oikawa looked at (Y/N), eyes filled with so much love and pulled her into a side hug. He watched and he couldn’t stop. Yamaguchi noticed how quiet his best friend had gotten and once he followed his eye line, he understood. 
“Come on Tsukki, you’ve got to stop” Yamaguchi said quietly, “you know you did this to yourself”. 
Tsukishima scoffed, he knew it deep down of course, “What are you talking about? I wasn’t looking at (Y/N), I was trying to study the blocking skills of Matsukawa. Besides I have Yuki, she’s all I need”. 
“sure” Yamaguchi replied and got up, “come on we’ve got to get ready, plus i think Yuki has been texting you the past hour asking when she should come to watch us play”.  With a sigh, Tsukki pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to his girlfriend telling her he’d meet her outside the gym. 
Because he had to go pick up Yuki, Tsukki was late to warm up. When he and Yuki walked into the room, Aoba Johsai was already warming up their serves on the opposite side. As Tsukki was warming up with the rest of the team and Yuki was watching on the side, (Y/N) slowly walked over greeting her former team. 
The Karasuno team (minus Tsukki and Yuki) was so excited to see (Y/N). “Good luck today guys! Even though I’m at Johsai now, you know once a crow always a crow!” Y/N smiled cheekily, making the rest of the team laugh. 
“Babe what did you just say?!” Oikawa had snuck up behind his girlfriend, pretending to be offended, drawing more laughs from the team. Tsukki averted his eyes, stomach slightly nauseated at the sight. 
Yuki on the other hand was sneering internally, looks like (Y/N) really did not need Tsukishima at all. But upon second glance at her new boyfriend, Yuki’s heart did a little skip. “Wow, Seijoh’s captain really is as cute as the rumors, why does (Y/N) always get the cute guys?” Yuki did a glance over at (Y/N), “I mean i guess she’s pretty, but i’m prettier, or why else would Tsukki leave her for me?” With that, Yuki fluffed her hair, a hint of mischief gleaming in her eyes as she made sure she would be in (Y/N)’s field of vision before she strode over to Tsukki. Standing before her tall boyfriend, Yuki pulled him down forcefully and gave him a passionate kiss, opening her eyes to make sure (Y/N) was looking at them. 
Yuki expected to see pain in her eyes. Yuki was convinced (Y/N) was still not over Tsukishima and was just using Oikawa as a rebound. What she did not expect was a tiny smile of pity Y/N had on her face. Yuki was infuriated, “you know what?  how dare you pity me? I’ll steal your new boyfriend too” . 
Yuki blew her boyfriend a good luck kiss before heading toward (Y/N) and Oikawa. 
“Hi (Y/n) long time now see! you look well, whose this? your new boyfriend? you snatched yourself a cute one again”, with that Yuki put her hand on Oikawa biceps, “so strong too”.
Oikawa looked down at her flirty attempt in disgust, pulled his arms away forcefully, before pulling (Y/N) towards him and yelled out “You homewrecker, be gone!”  
Yuki couldn’t stop the blood from rushing to her cheeks, the gym suddenly fell quiet. Yuki thought everyone was warming up, unaware they were all watching and listening in. The Karasuno team snickered behind her, thinking she got what she deserved. Yuki ran out of the room, Tsukishima not even bothering to chase her. 
Watching Yuki’s little attempt at stealing Oikawa left Tsukishima feeling nauseous. Needless to say, Seijoh easily won the game that day. 
♫All my friends are drunk again And I'm stumblin' back to bed all by myself♫
A few weeks passed, Tsukishima eventually ended things with Yuki when he realized how his life has taken a turn for the worse since he allowed Yuki into his life. Yamaguchi sighed a sigh of relief when Tsukishima told him. 
Laying in bed at night, Tsukki could not help the tears of frustration from escaping as he viewed your instagram profile. All remnants of him were gone, replaced by Oikawa Toru. Pictures of Oikawa kissing (Y/N), pictures of picnic dates, movie dates...Tsukki shut his eyes. 
♫ I never have thought When you're gone I'd find it hard to carry on And it's probably 'cause I fell in love way back then ♫
With a sigh, Tsukishima turned off his phone, a sob finally escaping his chest. He hurt and threw away the love of his life. It’s all too late, realized Tsukishima as he cry himself to sleep with (Y/N) on the other side of town, blissfully wrapped in the tight embrace of Oikawa Toru. 
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