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kieran-granola · 6 months

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Hmmm somno and jaytim

There's something oddly solemn to the stillness of Tim's body when he sleeps. It's a kind of quiet that echoes, filling the space with all the ways Tim isn't moving. For once, his feet aren't tapping. His fingers aren't dancing over a keyboard. He's not humming, mumbling, or clicking his tongue. He just breathes, his chest lifting up and down discreetly as air moves through his parted lips.

He looks so peaceful like this. The dark fans of his lashes hide the exhausted bruising under his eyes. The moonlight paints his skin a luminous white that looks nothing like the unhealthy pallor of overwork.

When he sleeps, it's easy to see how delicate his features are. How lovely. Jason almost regrets disturbing him. Almost, then Tim bites his lip in his sleep, eyebrows drawing tight together, and all of Jason's qualms disappear as a fresh wave of arousal hits him.

Fuck, but he's desperate.

It's not unexpected, not when he went to bed knowing that he'd been exposed to some of Ivy's newest floral experiments. Still, it's painful. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, hard and impossible to ignore. His nipples are tight, so sensitive he's had to pull off his shirt. It feels like every inch of him is burning in need.

Hands trembling, Jason pulls Tim's pyjama bottoms down. There's nothing transgressive about that: Tim told him to help himself. To take whatever he needs to feel better instead of trying to ride out the edge of the pollen alone. He practically ordered him to use him in any way necessary for him to clear the arousal out of his system.

The act feels taboo anyway.

Jason doesn't understand what he's done to be allowed such a gift—to be trusted enough to look, touch, and kiss Tim's body with no oversight. He's hurt him. Left scars on him. He should be the last person Tim entrusted with his sleeping self.

Yet here they are.

Tim's gorgeous cock is lying half hard against his thigh, and Jason can't resist the urge to lean in and suck. The familiar taste of soap and clean skin sends a shiver of pleasure up his spine.

It's crazy, he didn't actually enjoy sucking cock until he met Tim. It was always just a necessary step on the road to unselfish pleasure. Something purely for his partner that he could get through because he cared enough to do so. But now… every twitch sends a jolt of pleasure through him as Tim hardens against his tongue. Eyes closing, he focuses on the feeling of Tim's cock filling his mouth, and lets himself enjoy the moment.

It doesn't take long for Tim to get fully hard. His hips roll in his sleep, and Jason chokes a bit as his cock pushes at his throat. Coughing lightly, he pulls away to mouth at Tim's balls. The warm, masculine tinge of musk he finds there emboldens him. He grabs Tim's legs by the back of his knees and gives himself the space he needs to go further down, licking and sucking at Tim's skin.

Then, he jolts in blind arousal as his lips meet the silicone base of a plug.

Fuck.

Tim must have known that Jason would hesitate to take him. That he'd consider using his thighs, his hands, but that he'd draw the line at opening him up solely for his own pleasure. Not when he knows how intense pollen can be, how careless it can make anyone.

Tim must have known, and so he gave him the clearest go-ahead he could. The most brazen permission to do anything he pleases.

...Or maybe the boldest invitation to do what Tim wants? Did he go to bed thinking about waking up stretched around Jason's cock? Or maybe fantasizing about waking up dripping, used and stretched for Jason's sole benefit?

Jason shudders and bites his lip.

He doesn't know what tonight will look like. Whether he'll manage to keep himself in check and stay gentle. Whether Tim will wake up or sleep through the thorough defiling Jason damn well intends to give him after finding that plug.

But tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Jason's going to dig out the ring hidden in his weapons stash. He's going to find his courage and ask the question that has been burning on the tip of his tongue for months. Because if Tim can trust him like this, if he can care for him with every inch of his body, awake or unconscious…

Then, Jason wants to be brave enough to ask for his soul too, and give all of himself in return.

#jason todd #tim drake #jaytim #somnophilia #kieran i thought this was supposed to kinky why the fuck is there fluff in the spice #I DON'T FUCKING KNOW LEAVE ME ALONE #(Tim says yes btw right before bending Jason over their couch and returning the night's favor)#kieran writes

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cinnamon-phrog · 3 months

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Girls when the character they hated in their childhood is on the cusp of becoming an f/o for the exact reasons you hated them

#pr*ship dni pls #i hate him.......... i want him dieded................#he's a jealous little prick with an attitude then reduced over the years to a sopping wet people-pleaser. he's pathetic #he overcompensates for his past snark by bending over backwards for people. gets treated like shit and goes on with it #because perhaps he thinks he deserves it #HE DOESN'T #and btw uh. um. small detail. he's kind of a pullstring cowboy doll from a famous animated franchise and yes i'm mad about that #why couldn't my brain focus on something useful wtf is a 🤠#no but as a little kid i fucking hated him for no reason.#but who sobbed her eyes out when he left in the last movie? me. because i'd rather he be a prick than treated bad for NO reason #it's better when he's an ass and THEN treated bad if he's just treated bad with no consequence it's just unfair and sad #let him do something that makes him DESERVE to be treated harshly because that's funny. when he's just a sweetie and everyones' mean to hi #makes me kinda sour in the mouth tbh #👢🐍#f/o #fictional other #selfship #selfshipper #selfshipping

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peapod20001 · 1 year

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They are BRIGHT and full of LOVE 💚💛

#pea art #digital art #oc Frankie #oc James #my art #artists on tumblr #artist #my ocs #ocs #oc #my oc #original character #original characters #my characters #BBAGAGAHABG I LOVE THEM SOOOOO MUCH BROOOOO #I really like this one!!! it’s very nice!!!! it’s very bright!!!!! and warm!!!!#in case you’re wondering. yes James is bending over and yes he is holding a towel #why? cus I didn’t know what to do with his body after I drew his face!! 😭#and for those of u who saw the wip in discord. I promise it didn’t take me a month to draw and color this I just got distracted 😭#I can’t remember how long I spent drawing it but maybe like. ≈ 2 hours? and coloring was def at least 4 hours LOL #there’s. I used a lot of layers GSHCSHCHSVJAVJVSJ #but all my pain and suffering was worth it cus!!!! just look at them!!!!!#yknaow I wouldn’t mind a reblog or two... 👉👈 I jus really like this HCSUFSHVS #hhoohohowhheeheheheh im love them v much... their dynamic is jus *cbefs kiss*#*chef. god. that misspelling is going to kill me but I’ll survive cus these two will revive me and make me rise from the dead!!!!!#yknow for how much I’m singing about the level I love them. I like. draw and talk about them almost never HDUFDUVSUVJSVISV

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greed-the-dorkalicious · 2 years

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Unironic Roy Mustang stans are so funny because like. yeah I think he’s an interesting character or whatever, but even before they revealed the full depth of his horrific war crimes (and not to downplay those at all either because. jesus christ), he’s literally always been sketchy? Like. That’s kind of a major part of his character is that he’s always lying and making shady gambits in order to climb the ranks. Literally from CHAPTER ONE he has been sketchy. People will act like he’s THE GOODEST PERSON EVER like bestie he told an 11yo to join the corrupt and genocidal military what show have YOU been watching

#And to clarify I think there's a difference between like. Roy Mustang fans and Roy Mustang Fans Tee Em #Like you can like a character who's a horrible person and you can discuss nuance or whatever but like #The people who bend over backwards to try to justify why he's actually a super great person... lol. lmao #Half the moral of FMA is that yes likeable people can do horrible things and yes war crimes are bad even if someone you like does it #AND AGAIN LIKE I SAID EVEN BEYOND THAT HE'S BEEN SO SKETCHY FROM THE BEGINNING LIKE THAT'S PART OF HIS CHARACTER #A guy does like a mildly attractive smirk once and suddenly everyone forgets everything about him in favor of Poor Little Meowmeowification

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fist-amidst-the-hands · 1 year

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tagged by @blackberrywars to do wip wednesday! does anyone else remember when I said I was aiming for posting a wip weekly? yeah me neither

since I haven’t been writing lately this one is from maybe a month ago, just a tiny snippet that’s (as usual) much bigger in my mind. may or may not write up the whole thing, so I put some additional context / plans in the tags!

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A simple request. No... not a request. An order. Two words. Quiet at the onset but growing steadily in Izzy's mind, blooming and spilling over to cover every corner.

The whisper of a smile at the corner of Ed's eyes meeting the desperation swimming within them. The soft pair of footsteps padding from above deck to below contrasting the heavy pounding of Izzy's heart echoing in his head, the intensity threatening to shake apart the blossoms that had so recently taken residency.

All of it sharp yet muted, loud yet far away.

#ofmd wip #blackhands #izzy hands #edward teach #wip wednesday #thanks for the tag!#okay time to provide some context. in preparation for that: i have NO idea why this phrase kicked off a whole Thing but at the time I was #very much feeling that intense !! need to write this down feeling #in my mind this is post s1e10 when babygirl is in his kraken era. peak destructive blackhands with basically izzy giving ed whatever he #needs to get through this (for them to both get through this) which has been translating to violence pain rage etc.#they're no longer conversational and haven't been for weeks. ed is a shell of himself who is somehow both hollow and filled with raw power #untamed emotional turmoil letting itself out in unhealthy ways (we love to see it)#izzy knows to make himself available when needed but only when needed. nothing between them is light anymore #the vibe is very much ed commanding and izzy obliging. but it's draining. it's so draining on both of them #one day ed just doesn't have the energy for it anymore (and it's about fucking time because izzy has learned to make himself flexible when #it comes to ed who's rigid and unyielding but even izzy can only take so much bending before he breaks)#I think he just wakes up one morning and is done with the whole thing. he's miserable and he's over it and he wants (needs) a change #so then this piece of the wip is the start of the change. ed goes up on deck one morning - early which is unusual for him these days - and #goes up to izzy. holds his gaze (yes this is the bit of a smile and also the swimming desperation part) and gives his next order: 'shave me'#it's long overdue at this point tbh. anyway the shaving scene itself would be absolutely intimate just so so emotionally charged #strangely close and gentle and *tender* even after all those months of nothing but sharp teeth and searing pain #also izzy is for sure straddling ed's hips and leaning over him to shave (ed's order) and being so focused and careful about it in that #izzy-acts-of-service-hands way. i don't know yet if they have some kind of soft spoken conversation #if tears are involved or if they just remain in silence but comfortable silence #i don't think it's a huge turnaround of everything is okay now but I do think it's the beginning of change #okay sorry lots of tags as usual but that's probably enough #who knows if the rest of it will be officially written but that's where this was headed #how's this for a writing tag #+ tags!

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darkestspring · 1 year

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Team Black or Team Green?

hm..... i lean more towards team green but i like some of team black

#i just despise daemon. i love matt smith but i hate daemon #everyones shocked that daemon choked rhaenyra and im just here like tHIS MAN MURDERED HIS FIRST WIFE????? WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED?#but do i want him to bend me over and rearrange my guts? yes.#but i am also an aemond defender so

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sorikaied · 1 year

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also, actually not done, but i realized that... there’s always been this heavy focus on tying back sleeping beauty to sora and riku, or most of the didney moments (the obvs romantic ones ofc) as key indicators to solidify the reason why sora and riku have always been the true pairing when... again, it totally can work multiple ways among the trio

maybe not as much for riku and kairi because again, nomura is a coward and kinda just... forgets the two of them are friends or that they care about each other or the fact that riku literally did everything in his power to protect kairi in kh1 but really, go off abt them. tho i’m sure it exists, it’s just that the fandom, like nomura, likes to ignore the riku and kairi dynamic until it’s “relevant”

but there are plenty of moments for sora and kairi that parallel or tie back to actual canon didney couples in game to prove that what they have is just as strong

and i get being biased to your ship because it’s your main otp, i definitely get it. and i’m not going around saying that these claims are like, invalid or don’t count because it’s going against the canon endgame because idgaf abt that. i just still wished that there still wasn’t this undertone, big or small, of superiority or whatever because of how most of those shippers are

#monie.txt #am i getting overly defensive over fictional characters because i care too much? why yes yes i am #also i feel like the great thing abt kh with the didney parallels for a lot of the dynamics is that... it works for just abt everyone #i love the romantic lens of some of the ships but it's still abt friendship at the end of the day #the moments can work in multiple contexts with different combinations and it would still be valid #we literally don't have to bend over backwards and contort certain canon moments just for a gotcha for a ship #okay forreal now im done talking

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kneworder · 2 years

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i love when i come into work expecting to have a coworker to spend wiling away our semi-busy friday night shift with but instead find out i am working alone (not a lie i actually don't mind working alone). i love when i bust my ass working concessions and ushing all theaters alone and BREAK MY BACK to engage with people and make them happy and like me so that they'll tip me and keep a casual estimate of my tips all night only, come closing at past 11 pm, to find that my manager, a very nice, a TOO nice guy has given me $21 instead of the $41 i made in tips tonight bc the guys this morning who worked the slow shift together made a total of $4 and he felt bad giving them each $2 so he just never closed their shift and gave them a cut of mine so that i went home with the amount of tips i expect to make on a good slow wednesday closing shift and not the tips i expect to make working an extremely long and tiring shift where i actively work at getting tips instead of just telling customers to skip the tip screen like i know the morning shift guys do (take a fucking guess as to whether i'm lying here).

#i know it's petty to be this upset over $20 and i do genuinely like my manager but i did go home and burst into tears #i like. actively try so hard to make tips and i know for a fact that nobody else does #different manager told me they brought up in a meeting once whether or not it was fair that i made significantly more tips than anybody #and it's!!#partly bc i work friday/saturday but also because im just!!! nice!!! i have conversations!!! i bend rules for people!!!#i get paid $10.15 an hour the only reason i stay here is because of the tips!!!#this guy asked me tonight 'does this go directly to you?' and i got to be like yes :) but instead it went to fucking truman or whatever!!!!#i only have one more shift before i go back to school but this is getting to me and i dont even know why #i think it's bc he doesn't really help back at concessions unless asked and i never ask so he doesn't get how much effort i put in #the tips are the part i take pride in!!!! i've made about as much in tips this summer as i have in my salary!!!!!!#they didn't earn it!!!! i fucking earned it!!!!!!

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thesaltyace · 2 years

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How do you get your academic advisor to respond to you at literally any time of day?

Address them with a gender neutral honorific in your email.

(Yeah I know my work-life balance could use some work. But responding to just one email instead of the whole inbox? That's progress.)

#This student has his pronouns in his email signature #And due to an unfortunate oversight in how student records are managed I saw his deadname when I looked at his transcript #So I know he's trans and that's probably why he's so attentive to addressing me as Mx. after seeing my pronouns in my signature #And yes I told the Registrar's Office they need to sort that shit out to avoid outing trans students #And as far as I'm concerned my eyes never saw his deadname #In fact I genuinely don't even remember it and that makes me happy because I guess my brain rejected it for the useless info it is #Anyway I will bend over backwards for my queer and trans students #And sometimes that means replying to their emails at 11pm #And if you see my queerness too? Not only do you get a reply but you get it within a half hour #Call that queer solidarity hell yeah

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yuwuta · 3 months

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friends with benefits with nanami wouldn’t work because he would think you deserve better. you think your arrangement is going well, kento has never complained before, and you’re certainly more than satisfied in bed. he’s handsome, strong, kind, generous with aftercare, and really fucking good with his mouth, so there are no complaints on your end. which is why it’s such a surprise to you when kento confesses that he doesn’t like the way he’s been treating you, and no matter how much you insist that it’s fine, and reassure him that he treats you more than well enough, he refuses.

“but kento, i’m okay with this,” you attempt to convince him that hooking up is enough—he doesn’t need to feel like he has to do more for you, “you’re good to me, and not just in bed. please don’t feel like you owe me more.”

“you deserve something proper,” he’s adamant, shaking his head, “you deserve more than convenient sex.”

“but what if this is all i want?” you can’t help but to tease him. he looks awfully cute with his arms crossed, respectful refusal written all over his face, “i think eating me out on a weekly basis is quite enough, it would just be greedy for me to ask for more, don’t you think?”

your jokes don’t amuse him, but his expression keeps you giggling. still, nanami sighs, and grumbles, “you should want more. it’s not greedy.”

“kento, if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re telling me to raise my standards.”

he blinks, cheeks pink with irritation and eyes hollow with tiredness. you push every single one of his buttons and he doesn’t know why, but he would never stop you. maybe that’s where this impeding guilt is coming from—kento likes you, and he doesn’t enjoy feeling like he’s using you, even if you get to use him in return. he doesn’t want your relationship to be transactional, and he doesn’t like that you think such a relationship is okay.

because, guilt aside, kento knows he wants more of you; he wants all of you. and even if you don’t want him back, he thinks you should know that you’re worth having all of, and nothing less.

“maybe i am,” he settles, “you are worth more than an occasional hookup. you should be treated better than this, and i am sorry that i have let it go on for this long.”

“this is ridiculous—you’re nothing but good to me! and i like having sex with you. if you don’t want to have sex with me anymore, that’s fine, but—”

“i didn’t say that,” he interrupts.

“so… you do wanna keep sleeping with me?”

“yes. but we should go on a date before we continue.”

“but what if our date is terrible. do we still get to have post-first date sex?”

he shakes his head, stepping closer to you and holding your forearms before leaning down to kiss your forehead, “i don’t put out on the first date.”

you scoff, taking a half-step closer, snaking your arms around his torso, and grinning up at him, “what a prude.”

at that he smiles, before bending his neck to indulge you in one last kiss. “i’ll pick you up at seven.”

#kento nanami........ the man that you are #you really could be having perfectly good mind blowing mutually agreed upon fwb sex and he'd be like... no. we're gonna have to date #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #kento x reader #nanami smut #nanami fluff #nanami x you #💌.kento

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saetoru · 9 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。yours, always yours

synopsis. satoru has always been yours—and he needs you to know you’ll also always be his

— word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)

— contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!

— notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys

satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, it’s never been a secret.

“you want me to wash your hair?” you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.

“sure,” he mumbles, “don’t tug.”

“i never tug,” you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but it’s not the usual laugh satoru gives you. it’s mechanic, almost—just there to fill the space. “baby?” you ask softly.

“yeah?” he asks, “oh, should i bend a little? sorry, i—”

“what’re you thinking about?” your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.

he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. “just how nice it is to be pampered. maybe i’ll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.”

“satoru,” you insist. you know—and he knows it too. “tell me?”

“why’d you do it?” he mumbles, “why’d you listen to him?”

“toru, you know why,” you sigh, “you know i didn’t think there were any other options.”

“you could’ve talked to me,” he furrows his brows, “just because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

“i was afraid you’d choose me.” it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you can’t bear to admit.

“i would have chosen you,” he agrees, “why’s that bad? how’s that wrong—”

“you’re not thinking about the bigger picture,” you shake your head, “that company is yours. you’ve spent your whole life—”

“so what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?” he asks tiredly—satoru’s defeated. he’s never been defeated, it’s the most magnetizing thing about him.

even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because there’s always a chance you’ll say yes, and he’ll never stop as long as there’s a chance.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, lips wobbling, “i could have….i should have said something. i didn’t want you to make a choice young and then….and then regret it.”

“you think i’d regret you?” he’s wounded—absolutely wounded at the words.

satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadn’t that proven enough? that he was in it for the long run—for forever? he’d been so sure you’d be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fire—devastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he can’t breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.

he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yours—because satoru has never cared to make you his. all he’s ever wanted was to be yours.

you’re quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesn’t understand how you could change your mind so quickly—and then he realizes you probably don’t. because he knows you—better than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.

so he’s comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because he’s determined. he’s going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beating—and then push him out like he’s nothing. what made you push him out?

and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit it’s never what you wanted, that it’s because it’s what his father wanted—well, satoru can’t keep his composure. don’t you know? hadn’t he always told you? hadn’t he poured his heart out and let you know every moment he’s always been stuck dangling from his father’s fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.

you’ve always known, always listened—and fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.

satoru’s always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like he’s never had a say.

he’s always been stuck, but never with you—but now, he wonders if that’s changed.

“no,” you squeeze his cheeks, “no i don’t think you’d regret me….but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,” you mumble, “people work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. that’s a lot to let you lose.”

“i’ve never seen my dad kiss my mom,” he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, “he’s never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?” he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, “why can’t you just look at me first for once?”

“i do look at you,” you insist, “toru, all i ever see is you—”

“then stop caring what he says,” he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.

everything about your home is small—smaller than satoru’s especially. but he loves it, thinks he’d rather be here than anywhere else.

because it’s yours. and as long as you’re here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.

“okay,” you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, “you’ll handle it?”

he nods, kissing between your brows, “yeah, i’ll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?”

“but what if he finds someone else? and then he—”

“he won’t. my grandpa will shred him.”

“but he’s old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decides—”

“god, baby,” he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, “i love your voice, but you talk so much. i’m wanna listen to something else.”

his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. it’s slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.

you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, “t-toru,” leaves your lips.

“yeah,” he nods, “that’s what i wanna listen to instead.” his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. “anyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?” he asks bitterly.

“j-just one,” you admit through a stutter, “b-but i didn’t even open it! i wasn’t really—oh, toru,” you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.

“what? just cause my face isn’t on your instagram suddenly you’re not mine?” he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves—you close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. “you’re always mine,” he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, “yeah? got that?”

“got it,” you nod furiously.

“got what?”

“‘m al-always—oh, fuck,” you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he says firmly, “finish your sentences.”

“always yours, toru! always yours—please, please j-just…”

“just what?” he raises a brow.

“more,” you sob—it’s a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.

he’s quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.

your water bill will be high this month. you decide it’s a sacrifice satoru deserves.

“you think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?”

“n-no,” you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. it’s good—everything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. “no one—no one but you.”

“exactly,” he growls, “how could you leave me? how could you leave us?”

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. you’re close—so close that you almost don’t know what he’s saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. “i’m sorry, i’ll never—ever leave again.”

“say you love me,” he demands.

it sounds like he’s pleading, though, if you listen closely. there’s a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, “i love you, satoru. i love you.”

and then he rips his fingers out—right before you’re about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.

and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? you’re too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.

satoru’s hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.

“f-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? please—”

“yes,” you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, “yes please, toru. more, need more.”

he’s sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, he’s pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.

it’s only been a week—you feel like you haven’t felt him in years. but it’s familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.

he slams into you, hard and rough and fast—doesn’t even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before he’s thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him that’s touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.

satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your body—every dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. it’s just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.

when he moans, it’s breathy and he’s panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. “feel that? feel me?” he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.

“yeah,” you breathe, “‘m so full.”

“i need you. please, please,” he murmurs, “can’t lose you, baby. never you,” he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.

“i’m right here,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know he’s there too, “right here, baby. you got me.”

and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper that—he spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. he’s too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care he’s cum too quick—and you don’t have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.

but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you break—your head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cum—hard. you’re quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way you’re so tight.

it’s good, it’s always good. satoru makes you feel good. he’s the best you’ve ever had—the best you’ll ever find.

and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.

“i love you, toru,” you murmur, “my sweet boy. i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry.”

“don’t do that again,” he huffs in between tears, “that was so mean. so mean.”

“i said i won’t,” you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, “how long are you gonna hold this against me?”

“how long do you plan on being mine?”

“well,” you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, “i think….forever.”

“well, get ready, then,” he glares softly, “i’m gonna hold this against you forever too.”

“okay,” you nod, “that’s fair.”

“and i love you too,” he adds, “but block whoever dm’d you. it better not be that zenin boy.”

“block those girls who’s pictures you liked,” you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.

“don’t yell at me,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, “i’ve had a rough week. you have to be nice.”

dabitee anon. are u seeing this. did u see the satoru who cums too fast. did u see it. report back if u saw this. i repeat, dabitee anon report back if you see this

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whereisthedamndaddymanual · 8 months

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How do you know when I like a girl

Well, your mother would say if he eats something he doesn't like for you to make you happy that is a pretty good sign.

(i'll eat my women's enemies souls I will)

And look for seconds.

#me: I wan hoddog n ketchup #the op pickup #like a quick trip to kinkos and then left in the loop #better stretch ms Tera firma couls be tara firm e #so how does a man wander my halls at school and my house in two different bodies #he knows more about the biblical shit than I do and he doesn't even realize it #if you are implying you would like to come aboard you should #although it would seem you have one of my crew already #I wouldn't be getting visits from people from the future would I #you are far too smart for me #I know my stupid big dick sexy ass mother fucker vibe is your favorite though #when you came close you always got my attention that's for sure #even behind tinted windows #so clever I am busy in my head because of the stupid celebrity shit #and you are trying to see my bend over in my I don't give a fuck shorts #yes I don't like underwear #why #well my dick is always too compressed and if I get hard it is always head over hanes #also chase me around thr fair will you #show me how bad you are(duh since madonna except no other dudes... grumble)

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tender-rosiey · 8 months

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“OH GOD! IT’S WALKING?!”

— baby’s first steps with gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna (f!reader)

GOJO SATORU:

your daughter simply adores her father, and she is almost as energetic as him. you recall multiple times when he would pick her up smiling, and she would hold his face giggling and smiling just as much.

it’s such a cute scene, and you have at least 6 similar photos.

so yeah, it doesn’t surprise you that she keeps looking at the door, waiting for him to come back from his mission.

you’re both sitting on the ground, a little distance from the door. you lightly tickle her, “you wanna see dada?”

she looks up to you then looks to the door and murmurs, “dada.”

“he will be here soon; I promise,” you press a kiss to her cheek, and she squeals. soon, the door clicks and it slowly opens to reveal your dear husband who’s holding what you think are bags of sweets, toys, and souvenirs.

“the world’s best dad and husband is here!” he announces brightly. quickly, you get your phone out to record yet another cute moment between your daughter and your husband.

however, neither you nor your husband expected your little girl to stand up excitedly and try to waddle her way to her dad.

“dada! dada!” she says as she hurriedly stumbles and waddles her way to him.

satoru kneels down on the ground, opening his arms widely as he grins, “yes, dada! come to dada, baby!”

successfully, the girl stumbles into satoru’s arms and giggles as he peppers her face with kisses.

he looks up to you with a pout, shifting d/n into one arm, “excuse me, but I would like my two favorite girls to be in my arms, right now!”

you chuckle and settle into his embrace and he presses a kiss to the top of her head and your own.

d/n gives him a kiss—more like simply put her mouth on his cheek—and nuzzles into his chest. satoru grins before looking at you, “she is so cute!”

you quip with a big smile, “I got that on video!”

“you and your gorgeous mind,” he hums as he kisses your cheek.

NANAMI KENTO:

“kento, you’re going to grow grey hair early like this.”

honestly, you can’t blame him for worrying like this. you were finally going on vacation, so your husband wanted everything to be organized.

the last thing he needs is a headache after he finally got rid of the walking one (read: gojo).

he sits down, sighing, “I know; I just don’t want anything to go wrong.”

you chuckle, and settle down beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “don’t worry,” you say, “we checked everything over a million times. nothing will go wrong.”

nanami smiles tiredly before pulling you into a gentle kiss, “well, I guess you’re right,” he looks around for a moment, “where is d/n?”

“she is playing with her toys on the mat; why?”

“she is not on the mat.”

“she is not on the what?!” you yell, bolting out of your seat and frantically searching for her, “d/n, honey, where are you?!”

“y/n, calm down!” your husband tries to comfort you, “she is still in the house, so don’t stress about it; we will find her.”

as if on cue, a giggle and a coo are heard behind nanami. he turns to find the culprit, his 10 months old girl grinning. she squeals and tries to walk towards him, hands eagerly reaching out for him.

she is stumbling a bit, and her steps are clumsy, and nanami couldn’t have been prouder.

he smiles fondly, “good girl, d/n,” he opens his arms, encouraging, “you can do it.”

she flails her arms as she giggles, “da-dada!”

d/n finally reaches his leg and holds onto it for dear life. she starts swaying as she looks up at him, “dada!” he bends down to kiss the top of her head.

she hums happily, before waddling towards you, worried, “mama?”

you breathe a sigh of relief and hold her in your arms, “you got me worried, baby,” you stroke her hair and she nuzzles into your embrace, little hands gripping your shirt tightly.

nanami lets out a chuckle as he watches your daughter starts to fall asleep in your arms.

he moves to hug you two, and hums with content, “and you say that I am the worrywart.”

GETO SUGURU:

“y/n, what makes you so sure that they will start walking soon?” your husband says as he watches his two little girls play in the garden.

he already had nanako and mimiko, but god chose to grace him with his own pair of twins.

he couldn’t be happier, especially with way the twins both care for each other and beam whenever they see him.

he also adores seeing them play with you; it brings a type of serenity to his heart.

you chuckle, “call it a mother’s instincts.”

suguru rolls his eyes and pulls you by the waist, “you showing off, pretty?”

“nope! just asserting dominance.”

with a roll of his eyes, he gives you a peck on the nose. the both of you then settle down on the grass as well, quietly watching the girls try to chase—wait what chase?

suguru and you lock eyes, and he quickly scrambles to get the camera. meanwhile, you’re trying to encourage the girls to continue their walking, “who’s winning, girls?”

each one of the stumbling babies yells out a—supposedly—‘me!’. they‘re both squealing as they walk around.

soon enough, suguru makes an appearance and starts recording, “I am gonna get you!”

the girls squeal and try their best to run away from the big bad monster.

the very cute thing that even has suguru pausing in his chase is that when one of them falls, the other waits for her or tries to help her up.

of course, the latter mostly results in both of them falling on their small little bums. luckily, they clumsily stand up instead of crying their eyes out.

they get tired eventually though, so they waddle their way to you. both of them sit beside you and rest their heads on your lap.

suguru stands in front of you, hands on his hips, “you leaving me out of this group cuddle?”

your twins perk up and turn their heads to peak at him and they giggle when he pouts. still, they open their little arms for their dad to join the family hug, “dada! hug!”

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

your husband is not exactly the most enthusiastic father.

he wasn’t that affected by your son’s first word being dada, and a lot of things that you can’t be bothered to think about.

so yeah, you’re left with the role to be the encouraging parent, and to hype your son whenever he accomplishes something.

so obviously, your son adores you more than he does his father. however, there is no denying that sukuna’s genes are indeed strong.

despite the kid’s beaming smile, he could be choking a snake. it actually reminds you of that one hercules scene.

your son also has a quicker development than most kids, but it doesn’t lessen the excitement when he finally took his first steps.

you held onto sukuna’s arms, pointing at your boy, “sukuna, look, he is walking!”

“so?”

you pause then look at your husband, “what do you mean ‘so’?” you grin, “they’re his first steps, you silly goose!”

sukuna frowns, “I am not a silly goose,” he then rolls his eyes, “he was going to start walking sooner or later anyway, woman.”

you huff, “you’re no fun.”

however, you don’t get to dwell on it for much longer as you hear the scream of one of the servants. you and your husband are looking towards them, and—suffice to say—it’s a memorable scene.

your son, who just started walking, is somehow holding a wooden pickaxe and waddling his way behind the servant.

he is grinning and squealing too like he isn’t about to beat up an innocent person (it reminds you of something or rather someone).

the servant is surprisingly terrified form the kid as she screams, “my lady, please save me!”

you have no idea how a grown woman is terrified of a one year old, but you will give her the benefit of the doubt that he is, after all, the son of the king of curses.

you sigh with a chuckle and walk towards them, “on my way.”

the kid squeals, waddling quicker after the servant who’s about to shit her pants.

meanwhile, sukuna is smirking proudly as he watches his son, “now, that’s my kid.”

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sweetnothingtm · 2 months

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♡ i imagine that Simon Riley is the type to spoil you rotten ♡

Simon doesn’t check his bank statements anymore - just hands you his card and plants a sloppy kiss on your smiling face.

Simon carries all your shopping bags without hesitation, even while you drain him of his worth. He scrolls his phone while you shop aimlessly, his eyes lazily dragging to your frame as you showcase what you want while he waves a hand at you.

yes - anything you want. yes - i mean it, sweetheart.

He follows you like a lost dog through the stores, practically begging for your attention as you wiggle your ass into a million different outfits.

I bet he takes you to all the lingerie stores. It’s his favorite part of the day, squeezed into a changing room as you strip in front of him. He always has a devious smirk, latching the stall lock into place as you hang up every scrap of fabric.

You’d twirl around in a tight lace, lip caught between your teeth as Simon palms himself through his jeans. He’d stare at you, eyes glowing with desire as you innocently checked yourself out and hummed.

do you like it? how do i look?

you look good enough to let me fuck you right now. matter of fact - bend over for me, sweetheart.

Simon would press you up against the mirror, dick pressed against your ass with his breath fanning against your neck. His teeth would graze against your skin, little whimpers coming from your lips as you roll your hips.

His fingers would press into your waist, digging into the silk panties with a price tag hanging off of them. $45 - damn expensive for a pair, but he considered you priceless.

When he inevitably ruins the fabric by cumming all over it, you’d have a little pout spread across your face. He’d roll his eyes, promising you another pair and splaying a hand against your ass while his camera clicks for a photo.

you look too fucking good, might just have to fuck you again when we’re home. you’d like that - wouldn’t you little slut?

Simon Riley would shrug his shoulders when the sales person would ask why theres panties in the trash. He’d swipe his card, hardly looking at the bill as he picked up another bag and watched you glow with happiness.

He always buys you dinner, opens every door for you, and slings his jacket around your shoulders. His hand always rests on your thigh when he drives, fingers tracing delicate shapes on your soft skin.

When he looks over to you, you’re already glowing with adoration and love - a twinkle in your eye as he squeezes your leg and hums.

did you like the gifts, princess? i spoil you huh?

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