jordyn-degas
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cw/ tw. fem!reader, girl dad!gojo, breeding kink, small daddy kink, pet names (ex. sweetheart) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Gojo, who frames his daughter's drawing of their family in his office, even if it's nothing but blue circles and yellow lines.
Gojo, who scoops you up off the floor as you're carrying your daughter and smiles at how you both squeal because he just wants to "hold his girls."
Gojo, who sometimes falls asleep with his daughter on his chest, his hands spanning across her back and where her legs are curled up because she has a habit of running around in just a shirt and her diaper.
Gojo, who loves being a dad, he's told you countless times: in the shower, when his daughter greets him at the front door, in bed.
Especially in bed.
Gojo, who doesn't even realize he says, "Don't you want to give daddy another baby?"
He only knows that he has to grit his teeth to stave off filling you up like he wants when you nod your head yes.
"Okay, sweetheart, okay," he murmurs.
Gojo, who tilts your hips and shoves one of your fancy throw pillows underneath to keep them up. Then he presses a hand between your shoulder blades to keep your head down—muffling your moans into the sheets—before he grinds his cock into you and hits that spot that makes your legs kick out and cunt clench down around him.
"Good girl," he groans. "Take it for me, okay? And I'll give you what you want."
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💌. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
In the spirit of Love Day, I'd like to show some love for all the writing blogs I follow and feature them in this post (I know, throw the circus peanuts because I'm corny). If you're looking for some good fics to read, check out their masterlists because they're all so talented. I'll also recommend a fic of theirs that you should check out 🖤
Divider is by @/cafekitsune
✎. there are quite a few blogs on this list, so a few don't have a tag.
@anantaru | Please Me Like You Love Me (18+)
@aikatoru | You (18+)
@teatreeoilll | Friendly (18+)
@/thomae | Dear Future Husband
@/crimsonkenji-writes | Random Eren HC's
@rinhaler | My Favorite Color Is Green (18+)
@/gorogeous | Arranged Marriage Gojo (18+)
@sugarbarbiewrites | The Blooming Rose (18+)
@forest-hashira | Noble Blood (18+)
@/screampied | Jealousy, Jealousy (18+)
@burnishedcrown | College AU with Geto
@pseudowho | The Widows Keeper
@zorosdimples | Wherever You Are
@/quichun | Lost In The Warmth
@mintmatcha | Stressball (18+)
@/vamprysm | Cor Un Um (18+)
@jordyn-degas | What We Have Become
@redlikerozez | The Devil's Shrine Maiden
@/yutaleks | Catboy's Favorite Kitten (18+)
@wriotheslays | Size Kink (18+)
@hitobaby | Sub For You (18+)
@smpos | His Oval Portrait
@delirious-donna | Sour Cherry (18+)
@mysugu | cariño, boy, it’s you i desire (18+)
@kentopedia | Safe Haven (18+)
@satoruhour | Brother's Best Friend
@snowzbun | Sweet Nothings
@zoyakuna | Not Shy
@suashii | Mine, All Mine (18+)
@pastelle-rabbit | Worthy of Love (18+)
@seiwas | You Were Good to Me
@mydiluc | You, Me, We (18+)
@utahimeow | To Bind A God (18+)
@bloompompom | Safekeeping (18+)
@nkogneatho | The Whore Nextdoor (18+)
@luffysprincess | Can't Sleep
@kentoangel | Stepbrother Choso (18+)
@gojoest | Reunion
@yuukimiyas | Sweet Disposition
@ryukatters | Would You Be So Kind?
@/ushiwhacka | Buy My Silence (18+)
@tetzoro | Good Morning Indeed (18+)
@strawberrystepmom | Malevolent Enterprise
@grinmjows | If That's What You Like (18+)
@gojoath | Yandere Yuuta (18+)
@/dosteovskys | Mistletoe Kisses
@daisynik7 | Make Me Sweat (18+)
@tetsuskei | Belonging (18+)
@meowzfordayz | Emphasis On Helpless
@lunargrapejuice | Family + Loyalty (18+)
@mrs-kurooo | Red (18+)
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@nagumoan | Sour Plums
@eussstasss | What Lies On The Fruit We Share
@neiptune | Sounds Good
@/eydi-andrius | Break Your Pretty Things
#OHMYGOD TEE 🫶🏼 I-#thank you thank you smmmmmm#oh to be noticed by your beloved 🫣🤍#the fact that such talented writer recommends my work 🥺 i cannot even!#*blushes and fights to breathe*#argh! now to go through this amazing list ✨#love: tee 🤍
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As you write, you will naturally improve. Do not wait until you think you are good enough to start. You are always good enough to start improving.
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There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
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i'm actually considering coming back to Tumblr.
huh.
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lil comic bout choppers nose bc I rewatched drum island arc
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Hello! I'd like to invite you to our Discord server, where readers, writers, and artists can come together to share their craft, talk in a safe space, and find advice and tips for creators. If you'd like to join (because this is open to anyone), please DM (or, in my case, send an ask) myself, @delirious-donna, and @tetsuskei if you'd like to join!
Also, do keep in mind that this is an 18+ server. We're not asking for proof, but we do ask that you abide by the honor system.
Please feel free to boost 🖤
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when you open your office door, you find satoru down on one knee.
“oh my god,” you whisper harshly, trying to pull him back to his feet. “get up before someone sees—”
he says your name loudly in proclamation at the very moment principal yaga and shoko decide to step out of the former’s office. your face burns when they turn to find the source of the outburst.
satoru is unperturbed by the attention, positively flourishing under it as he unrolls the sheet of paper he’s holding out to you. “will you please make our relationship official and take a very romantic stroll down to hr with me?”
“everyone already knows that you’re dating,” shoko points out from down the hall. “you live together and have like, a dozen kids.”
“yeah, duh,” your boyfriend replies, jumping back onto his feet. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, beaming at your coworkers. “but we need to fill the forms out to legally take me off the jujutsu tech dating market.”
“that’s entirely incorrect,” your boss sighs, having had to explain this concept far too many times today. “faculty must disclose romantic relationships to monitor for possible conflicts of interest.”
“oh, yeah,” satoru nods, suddenly very solemn. “sending you on missions with nanami was really conflicting with my interests.”
“you are so dramatic,” you laugh, wiggling out from under his arm in favour of taking his hand, dragging him toward yaga’s office. “come on, let’s go sign those forms before i decide to run away with nanami.”
“don’t even joke about that!”
#cutest thing i've read lately#def makes me believe the world is a better place today#jordyn reposts
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Jordyn! I hope you've been well and taking care of yourself:3 I'm so happy I found you again 🥺 I think I kept typing in your url wrong because I couldn't find you
I cannot believe my eyes! 😭
Tee?! 🥺🥺
I'm so happy you found me because at some point I kept looking for you all over Tumblr and couldn't find a thing, had no idea what had happened!! Was wondering for a long while where were you!
My honey bunchhhh! 🤍 I'm well and taking care of myself as best as I can. Hope you're well too, that you're taking care of yourself, and that life's treating you good
You have no idea how f-ckin happy I am that I got this message from you!!! 🤍🤍 Godsssss!
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i wish i knew you wanted me
an: i've been swimming around with this idea for a while! this is loosely based on the song bad habit by steve lacy :D
pairings: timeskip!kuroo x fem!reader
warnings: childhood neighbor!reader, kuroo is down horrendous, food mentions, reader has a shitty bf (neglectful, unkind to reader) anxiety mentions, slight angst, fluffy ending, lots of fluff bc kuroo is a sweetie, lowercase intentional
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you've always loved kuroo. ever since you were 8, in fact. kuroo loves you too, but just a little differently.
that's because he is in love with you.
you'll never forget the day you met him. carrying your small backpack up the steps of your new home, a ball rolled in front of your feet.
"sorry! did i trip ya?" a rooster-haired boy stumbled over and grabbed the ball. he took your hand in his and introduced you to his friend kenma. before you had a chance to talk to them, you were whisked away by your parents.
every day of your childhood was spent with them, in some way or another. waiting for the bus together, playing on the sidewalk after school, even the occasional sleep over on the weekends. kenma and kuroo are the best friends anyone could ask for.
kuroo thinks he started to love you when you were 10 years old. one day, as the three of you stepped off the school bus, you tripped and scraped your knee. the worry he felt for you was strong, and hated seeing you in pain. ever since that day, kuroo has tried his best to keep you happy and smiling.
he started by giving you little gifts. a bouquet of dandelions from recess, that you carefully brought all the way home and placed in a jar. he gave you tons of rocks he found over the years, even giving you his favorite snacks to share.
you think you started to love kuroo when you were 12 years old. you were in middle school, walking down the street with kuroo and kenma, talking about an upcoming volleyball match that they had. a boy from school passed by and tripped you, calling you names and laughing as he walked away. you blinked tears back, assuring kenma and kuroo that you were fine, it was no big deal. without second thought, kuroo turned around and pushed the other boy, which started a fight that you and kenma had to separate. kuroo got a black eye, but he never complained.
kuroo fell in love with you when the three of you were first years in high school. one day, when he got home from a run, he saw you sitting on your front steps reading a book. you looked perfect. eyes focused on the pages in front of you, almost glowing in the afternoon sun. once he got closer, he realized you were reading his favorite book.
"good book?"
you peak over the top of the pages and smile. "so far, yes."
"what gave you the idea to read that one?"
a blush coats your cheeks and you return to reading.
"i just had a good recommendation."
kuroo spent the next two days speed reading the novel so that by the time you finished, he could ask you all about it. two weeks after that day, though, he realized that you didn't read it for him.
the last day of your first year, kenma and kuroo had been looking everywhere for you. you had plans to walk home together, and do your annual all-nighter to celebrate the end of another year.
"i haven't seen her all day," kenma mumbles, eyes trained on the game in his hands.
"me neither, but she couldn't have forgotten. we do this every year," kuroo's words trail off as you come around the corner, hand in hand with one of the most popular boys in your school. his heart drops, his stomach flips and twists. as soon as you reach his gaze, you feel the exact same way.
the entire night, in the glow of kenma's video games, kuroo seethed. there were so many chances, so many opportunities for him to have said something, made any kind of move. and now it doesn't matter. that night, he decided that he was going to put all of his focus on volleyball and studies. but still, he never stopped being your friend. he would never admit it, but every new years, every time he saw a shooting star, and every single other time he was given the opportunity to make a wish, he would wish for you.
high school flew by, as did college. the three of you stayed in close contact, calling every week, visiting each other every chance you all in town during your college years. you even went on a trip with kenma for a couple days for one of the events he was invited to. you remember that entire trip, all you wanted was for kuroo to be with you. that was the first sign that you were ready to leave your high school boyfriend.
the two of you had been together for five years now. things were great at first, as they always are. flowers, special dates, notes passed through classes, stolen kisses in crowded hallways. but, as soon as the honeymoon phase was over, you began to see who he really was. a man who put everything else first, keeping you to the side until he really needed you.
and you've had enough.
one night, after a particularly long shift, you had sat down in the kitchen to enjoy some takeout before your weekly facetime with your two best friends. right before the call starts, your boyfriend walks in.
"you're still talking to them?"
you tilt your head to the side. "what do you mean? they're my best friends, you know that."
he scoffs. "don't you think that it's time to grow up? you know, make some new friends?"
you feel your palms start to sweat, and anger starts to fill in your chest. "why would you even suggest that?"
he shoots you an annoyed look. "don't get all defensive, alright? i just think it might be time to move on from that twitch streamer and whatever his name is."
an incoming call appears on the screen from kenma, which you accept immediately. forgetting to mute yourself, you turn to your boyfriend one last time. "his name is kuroo, and maybe it's best if you just go home for the night."
he rolls his eyes. "whatever,"
as if it was on purpose, directly behind your boyfriend is a photo of you and kuroo at graduation. wide smiles, bright eyes, full of excitement for the future. when you look at the photo, you realize you haven't smiled that genuinely in months.
you want to be happy again.
"actually, i think it's best if we break up."
kenma sits on the other end of the call, jaw dropped while he watches the entire scene unfold. he knows you probably meant to mute yourself, but he doesn't have the heart to tell you. kenma has hated your boyfriend for years, truth be told. kenma also knows that his best friend is deeply in love with you.
that same friend should be hopping on the call any second now.
kenma watches your boyfriend stutter, mumble something under his breath that the mic couldn't quite pick up, and hears your apartment door slam shut. you let out a deep breath and grab your phone once more, letting a small gasp when you realize that you are in fact, not muted.
"k-kenma!" you cheer, voice shaking slightly. you wince. "d-did, did you hear that?"
he nods, pretending to be focused on his game. "yeah, i heard."
you groan and put your head down on your kitchen table. "please don't tell anyone."
he hums. "i won-"
"not kuroo, either."
he looks at the screen and nods. "i wouldn't. i promise."
feeling a little relief, you rub your eyes before picking up the phone again. "hey, kenma? i think i'm going to just head to bed. i'm really sorry. i'll call again in a few days, yeah?"
kenma nods once more and gives you a small smile. "you text me whenever you need to."
as soon as your face disappears from the screen, kuroo's appears. kenma chuckles, which earns a confused face from his best friend.
"what's that for?"
"she just left. she wasn't feeling to well, but said she would give us a call a different day."
kuroo was dying to see you, to see your face. he loved his job, it's a dream, but lately he is feeling stuck. he was really looking forward to this week's call. he knew your voice and pretty laugh could give him the boost he needed to keep going.
sensing kuroo's disappointment, kenma sends him an invite for the match he's about to begin. "wanna hop on?"
kuroo looks at the same photo you have from graduation, placed on top of his dresser, and lets out a sigh.
"yeah, why not."
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it's been over a week since the call. you haven't talked to your now ex-boyfriend since that night either, or anyone for that matter. you've felt down, not because you miss your ex, but because you just feel alone.
kenma notices this.
hey, you doing okay?
you feel a little better after seeing kenma's name.
i'm okay. i miss you guys
kenma debates even saying this, but decides he can't take it anymore.
kuroo misses you. he's been asking about you for a week now.
your heart skips a beat at his name. you've been avoiding him, not because you don't want to see him, but because you can't stop thinking about him. you wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you couldn't help but think about how kuroo would treat you. he wouldn't scoff at you when you're having a good time. he wouldn't blow you off, night after night, just to hang out with his friends.
the buzz of your phone brings you out of your thoughts.
it's really annoying. you better message him before i drive him to your apartment.
you smile for the first time in days.
fine. anything for you
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kuroo walks out of his last meeting of the day, exhausted and ready to go home. unfortunately, he still has two hours to go before he is free for the weekend. pulling his phone out of his pocket, he is surprised to see text notifications. he checks the text from kenma first.
you're welcome.
his face twists with confusion, but before he can respond, he sees your name in his notifications as well.
hi tetsu! i miss you
when can i see you again?
his heart stops. he feels like he could faint.
tonight. come over, ill be home by 6
he doesn't have time to worry if that text was too forward, not when his head is filled with thoughts of you. hugging you, seeing you, watching the way your nose scrunches at the nicknames he gives you.
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your feet shuffle up to kuroo’s door, right at 6. you walk a little slower as anxious thoughts fill your mind. am i too early? is he just seeing me because he feels bad? what if it’s awkward, i haven’t seen him in-
“you’re here! come in!” kuroo exclaims, pulling you in by the grasp of his hand. as soon as you step into his apartment, he wraps his arms around you and spins you around, filling the room with your laughter.
“tetsuro! put me down!” you laugh, hands gripping the white dress shirt he still has on. setting you down with a chuckle of his own, you look him in the eyes for the first time in weeks.
you forget how to breathe.
somehow, he looks older. his hair is still a little unruly, but much better maintained than before. his eyes are full of love. you pout a little when you see how tired he looks.
“tetsu’, you look tired,” you sigh, looking at the dark circles sitting directly under his eyes.
he offers you a small smile. “works been kicking my ass, that’s for sure. but,” he sing songs, grabbing two cups for tea. “i feel much better after seeing you.”
what would normally be a friendly comment between the two of you, now causes your cheeks to heat up slightly. “how have you been, besides work?”
his fingers tap against the counter tops. a habit he picked up as a child that has stuck with him to this day. “besides work, i can’t complain,” he lies. “how about you?” he almost didn’t want to ask. his promise to himself to make you smile and protect you from hurt as a child is still true to this day.
“works been okay, it hasn’t been too busy,” your tone sounds convincing, but he can tell in your eyes there’s more to say. “i also, well, how do i put this,”
“is everything oka-“
“we broke up.”
kuroo’s jaw drops. “what!” he almost shouts, but when he notices how startled you are, he clears his throat. “i’m sorry, u-um, let me get you some tea,”
the two of you sit in silence for a few moments while kuroo pours tea in each of your mugs. he doesn’t want to rush you, by any means, but he can tell you’re hurting.
“you don’t have to talk about it, you know.”
you sigh. “but i need to. i’ve been keeping it to myself for a week now, and i know it’s not healthy to-“ you pause your rambling and look at kuroo. his eyes are swimming with concern and love. he hasn’t stopped looking at you since you walked in, giving you his full attention. “i just decided it would be better if we separated.”
kuroo nods. inside, he is a nervous wreck. it’s been years since high school, yet he still can’t get himself to make any type of move. every time his mouth opens, he shuts it quickly, swallowing back the words.
he scratches the back of his head with a sigh of your name. "you can talk about it whenever you're ready. no rush," he smiles at you and nudges your mug with his. picking it up in both hands, you smile but set it down. kuroo raises an eyebrow.
"do you remember the night after graduation?"
he nods. of course he does. that's the night the two of you stayed up til 3, talking about the future, about college, your fears, and excitements. the two of you laughed until you cried, nearly falling asleep on his bedroom floor with tears in your eyes.
"why do you ask?"
a small smile forms on your face, but kuroo can tell there's some sadness behind it. "i think that was the last time i was truly happy."
he stands up and comes by your side, hugging you while you sit down. he doesn't say anything, but you don't need him to.
kuroo decides this is his chance. he takes a few steps towards his living room and loosens his tie.
"do you remember the work party i took you to last month?"
with a roll of your eyes, you stand up and walk over to his place on the couch. flopping down next to him, you begin to laugh.
"oh my god, of course i do. how could i forget tripping in front of your colleagues and spilling a drink all over myself and your boss?"
kuroo can't help but laugh. it was a sad sight, watching you trip over your own feet, spilling your drink and his all over his boss who happened to be right in your path.
"why would you bring that up!" you playfully slap his arms. raising his hands to protect himself, he takes a deep breath.
"you looked absolutely stunning that night."
your laugh trails off and you feel your heart beating quicker and quicker by the second.
"thank you, tetsuro," you mumble.
"you've always been so beautiful," he whispers and places his warm hand over your own. he almost pulls away, worried that he's scared you. shoving down the fear that bubbles in his stomach, kuroo grabs both of your hands in his.
"i'm in love with you."
you open your mouth to say anything, tell him anything that you can to let him know you feel the same way, but words don't come out.
"since we were 15, i-i just have always loved you, and i just needed to finally tell you." his eyes examine your face, trying to read any emotions that cross it. he's already in deep, so he might as well keep going.
"i remember when you started dating him, god, i was so angry. at myself. i let you get away. and it killed me to see you so upset and hurt. every call we had, i could see it in your eyes. and i just love you so much, i can't-"
"i love you too," you whisper, placing your hand on his cheek. the tip of your finger rests over his pulse, and you feel terrible at how quick it's beating.
"w-what?"
"i love you too. i have for a long time, i just-" you stop, and shake your head. "do you want to go out sometime? just you and i, maybe we coul-"
kuroo cuts you off by placing his lips on yours. his lips are soft, pulling away to linger right above yours. you close the gap again, pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. he only pulls away when he absolutely has to, taking a deep breath. he can't help the giddy smile that appears.
"i don't want to be that guy," he laughs. "but i've literally been waiting years to do that."
leaning into his warm body, kuroo holds you tight. suddenly he sits up, reaching into his back pocket for something. grabbing his phone you see him giggling to himself.
"thinking about the company dinner again?"
"no, no. this is much better. just a sec,"
kuroo snaps a quick photo of the two of you, arm wrapped around you, fingers intertwined. he giggles again and hits send. as soon as he sees delivered, he locks his phone and gives you a kiss on the cheek.
a text to kenma has been sent.
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remember that bet we made when we were 16? i'll take my money now.
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guys please consider policeman gojo—he sits in a parking lot he knows you'll drive by when he's off duty/on break and just waits until your car drives past him. he recognizes it immediately—and then the sirens go off, and a cop car is tailing you, and you sigh and pull over as you think to yourself here we go again. it's the most annoyingly irritating white-haired man to EVER exist strolling up to your car, grinning at you as you say "can i help you officer?"
and he sighs dramatically and says, "i"m afraid i'm gonna have to charge you with theft," as you roll your eyes.
you just indulge him as you dryly ask, "and what did i steal?"
"well," he starts, just barely containing his giggles, "you've stolen my heart."
you look at him wholly unimpressed—but then the corners of your lips tug into a smile against your will before you shake your head and snort, muttering a quiet, "come here, you idiot," before letting him bend down and kiss you sweetly.
he grins and winks as he says, "next time i'll have'ta handcuff you, y'know," before he pecks your lips one more time and murmurs, "see you at home."
it'll happen again tomorrow. and the day after that. and the next day after that—but you just keep stealing his heart, and he just keeps letting you get away with it.
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omw to put my head through a wall bye
“Who would even cry for me?”
“I would.”
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