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#reverend putty#rod putty#sea otter#same thing#moral orel#i think im funny#i was gonna art him as a otter but my pc is at the new place before me#its just in my drafts forever
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Listen to me. We all know Vegas is a big bad scary dom but get him alone in a room with Chan and he’s folding
#kinnporsche#chanvegas#if the main family was smart they would have just used tactically deployed daddy kink to get Vegas on their side#a few well placed ‘good boy’s and Vegas would be putty in his hand#recycled from my dms
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i got these matroyshka dolls for a chrismas eve-eve gift (we're celebrating on christmas eve so tonight is our christmas eve you feel) and i'll probably get better high quality pics of each of them to brag about tomorrow but for tonight i just need you all to see how fucking TINY the littlest ones are. it goes from like a foot and a half to like a centimeter
here is the largest wearing the smallest as a hat.
im going to cry why are you SO SMALL
#the problem is i cant display them until i get a place that is properly secured#VERY worried about losing the last like...5 of them they are so small and loseable#and we have cats#you can SEE one of them in the pic like 'oooh new toys for me'#mom suggested getting a tray with a lip and my sibling suggested like display putty. probably will do both things#ideally id like to put them behind glass but theres so MANY of them i dont have anywhere big enough to show off all of them
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Harry: Make no mistake about it, Satellite-Officer Vicquemare.
Jean Vicquemare, going off on Harry just a moment ago: *sharp pause*
Vicquemare’s authority:
Vicquemare’s authority: Fuck
Vicquemare’s reaction speed: say something. for gods sake. get him with something. alcohol. drugs. hallucinations, anything
Jean Vicquemare, meekly: -uh, alcoholic delirium, visions-
Vicquemare’s rhetoric: No. Stop right there, that delivery was AWFUL
Vicquemare’s reaction speed: change of tactics, get him with his own words, something deranged
Jean Vicquemare: “All must pay…?”
#authority: wow. fucked that one right up#rhetoric: and ‘where’ exactly did you think you were going with that stream of consciousness word salad#reaction speed: you know what. move on. let’s just move on. quick#jv goes from being demonic to completely putty in under 2 seconds#all you need to do is call him by his rank and put him in his place#that ‘…’ in this dialogue#the most meek he’s ever been in the entire confrontation#jean vicquemare#harry du bois#disco elysium#de
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i know this is like committing a very specific type of blasphemy as a gerri freak but i’m actually really glad they cut gerri’s final moments, because if i’d had to watch gerri walk off into the metaphorical sunset with tom wambsgans “this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship” style, i would have died on the spot
#absolutely just could not have stomached it. could not have borne it.#that might not be admirable of me but i'm being honest#couldn't take it!!!!#i will respect miss j's wishes that gerri would go back for a sizeable pay increase because she knows tom is a nothing putty person#but i simply could not have endured our gerri time ending with ........... tom and gerri#dollsome's deep thoughts#gerri kellman#succession#succession spoilers#do you think tom will always be vaguely afraid to invite his mother to work-related events#just in case gerri makes good on her joke#if it ever was a joke in the first place .........
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in other news i would fucking die for sir damien
#he's awful!!!!!!!!!!! i love him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#also wow guys 'the second citadel' really came for my throat huh#like juno still holds a very special place in my heart but DAMN if i'm not actually more excited about the sc episodes#also also damien is a cat. i don't know how else to explain it he's a fucking CAT.#he's all hissing biting chewing chomping killing until he bumps into someone he loves and then he's all meowing putty. and also the anxiety#sir damien#the second citadel#the penumbra podcast#tpp#swearing tw
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ok at my school graduating seniors all have to submit a piece to the show for graduating seniors and i think for mine i want to make like. several little beds with little Dreamers in them and the idea is that a viewer is encouraged to take a Dreamer from their bed and show them around the show, show them the other pieces and then tuck them back in........but i wonder if people would actually want to do that and how to necessarily make that Look Good enough that it's still a Good Art Piece for people who don't interact with it (or hypothetically Can't in a scenario where every single Dreamer was being shown around). Does anyone. have opinions about this would you like to show a little puppet or stuffed animal around an art gallery
#i wanted to make something that's kind of about being in the show with the other pieces and not being about like. competitive upstaging#maybe i could ask to be right near the entrance of the gallery so it would be more like someone picking up a dreamer at the start and putti#them back on their way out#that would be more convient for the viewer and also i'd be asking to be placed in a usually shit spot#that people are upset to get stuck with in that gallery. so win=win
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Final coat of primer done !!!
It's not perfect, but I think this'll do with the final color and scars I'll add to hide some problems... 😅
I left the headcap pretty much "as printed" because 1. Hair will hide it and 2. This will let me remember where I started and how I got this final result... so much sanding ! I also skipped sanding too much in some joints (both because hard access and makes more friction), you can kinda see it in the shoulder on the top picture.
Now I need to acquire some airbrush appropriate skin-tone paint, and my boy will be much closer to the final result ~ ☆
#wip#my crafts#my dolls#bjd#3d printing#ball jointed doll#miniatures#doll#I'm also trying to make a yarn wig and it's currently drying#It's.... Uh.... not great. But an interesting way to learn for when I'll do the real one#Also need to work on making him his final eyes. And I gotta remember : half sphere. Full spheres are a $@#%& to putty in place
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what does this say
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I'm not afraid of a lot of things. I have less of a fear response than the average person (and not because I'm brave or whatever, it's mostly due to some mental stuff- I just don't really feel/react much to things that scare a lot of people).
But when I say I do have one specific thing that immediately fills me with the most intense, deep sense of terror just at the mere thought of it, that it just strikes me with the kind of dread that makes your heart sink and your bones feel like gelatin, I absolutely mean it with utmost sincerity. The idea of doing this thing myself, or hearing of/seeing someone else do it just gives me the worst anxiety.
That thing is cave diving/spelunking. I'm not talking like, walking into a dark cave that you can stand and easily move around in (I've done that, those are fine. It's just walking around in a dark place, that's fine!). I'm talking about the cases where you need to crawl around, there's so many spaces where you can easily get stuck forever if you go in the wrong way and can't wiggle your way out of, so many cracks and crevices to accidentally lose your grip and slide down into, unable to get out. Complex structures of stone so disorienting you're not sure if you'll remember your way out, but you're pretty sure you've only gone deeper and deeper in for the past several hours, because everything looks different, but just samey enough you're not quite sure if you know what to look out for once you turn around and start making your way back.
I'm usually decent enough at figuring out what the appeal of something is even if it's not for me but cave diving just has me stumped. Outside of thrill-seeking I don't think I can make out why anyone would wanna do it, guess it's just one of those things I'll never get. ;~;
#to be fair i might have claustrophobia. i've had nightmares about being stuck in small places since childhood and the idea still scares me#but for cave diving specifically and when my vague discomfort turned into full-blown terror at the idea...#i believe learning of the nutty putty cave incident was the final nail in the coffin for me#i think that story was what made me realize fully why i'm afraid#rest in peace to that guy#wildemusings
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omg also i got another putty as a gift and it's SO GOOD WTF.. it's silver with a ton of silver sparkles, actually the putty itself is clear but there's soo many sparkles you can't even tell unless you stretch it completely out and then it's just barely noticeable. but the sparkles are holographic and turn to rainbow colors in the light!!!!!! it's amazing and also the texture is different from my other two, it's harder in terms of squishyness but it's also like soft to the touch somehow?? it's so so sooooo good
#i love all my stim toys but i dont think ive ever fallen in love with any of my others to this extent#so grateful to whoever it was who wanted us to buy putty in the first place. they were so right#🌧
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I get such a sense of satisfaction from doing home repairs I'm such a dad (gender neutral)
#just spackled my kitchen walls#after i fucked them up entirely in the first place#do YOU own a putty knife... no i didnt think so
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Some of My Favorite Ways to Describe a Character Who’s Sick
pressing their forehead into something cool or comfortable (this could be an array of things. the table, the floor, someones leather jacket, their water bottle, the countertop)
warm to the touch, or heat radiating from them (could be noticed if someone’s gauging their temperature with their hands, hugging them, or just generally touching them)
leaning into people’s touch, or just spontaneously leaning on them (like pressing into their hand when someone’s checking their temp, or just, like, literally walking up and laying their head on them from fatigue. bonus points if the character is usually feral and the other is scared to engage™︎)
falling asleep all over the place (at the dinner table, on their homework, in the car, in the bathroom — just being so exhausted from doing literally nothing)
being overly emotional (crying over things that don’t usually bother them, like their siblings arguing, or their homework, or literally just nothing)
stumbling/careening/staggering into things (the wall, furniture, other people. there is no coordination in feverish brains. running into chairs, hitting the door, falling over the couch, anything and everything)
slurring their words (could be from fatigue or pain. connecting words that shouldn’t be connected, murdering all of their conversations with the excessive use of ‘mm’ and ‘nn’ in place of words) (this is my favorite thing ever)
being overly touchy (basically like a sick kid — just hold them, please. do that thing where you brush their hair back out of their face, or rub circles on their back, or snuggle them. they won’t care. bonus points if this is also the feral character and they refuse to believe it afterwards)
being extremely resistant to touch (flinching away when they usually don’t so someone can’t feel the fever, not letting themselves be touched because they’re so tired they just know they’ll be putty in their hands if they do)
growing aggressive or being extremely rude (it’s a defense mechanism — they feel vulnerable and are afraid of being manipulated or deceived while they’re ill)
whimpering/whining/groaning (this was in my “characters in pain” post but it’s so good that i’m putting it here too. this shite is gold, especially if it’s just an involuntary reaction to their symptoms)
having nightmares caused by a fever and/or delirium (crying and murmuring in their sleep, or being awake but completely out of it and convinced they’re somewhere else)
making themselves as small as possible (curling up into a ball everywhere they lay, hunching over slightly when standing, wrapping their arms around themselves)
TW for vomiting below cut !!
sleeping in the bathroom floor because they keep getting sick over and over (bonus if someone finds them all weak and pitiful. bonus bonus if they find them there in the morning only to learn they’ve been there all night)
using their hands/other body parts to clamp over their mouth so nothing can come out (like pulling their knees up to their chest and using that, or like, their arm, y’know) (~maccreadysbaby who has emetophobia suddenly gets very awkward about this post~) (~yes i have a phobia of puke and still write this happening to my characters, shut up~) (~it’s about the hurt/comfort okay~)
sympathy pukers (people who aren’t the sick ones but get nauseous/vomit when they see someone else throw up) (~aka me~) (~okay I’m done now~)
dry heaving (it’s gross, but good for making your characters absolutely freaking miserable)
rolling/churning/spinning/cramping/ lurching and all those awesome words that describe what stomachs do when sick (i hate these words with a deep, fiery passion. but they’re good for writing or whatever)
#writing angst#creative writing#writing#writers#writerscommunity#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writing tips#writing help#word bank
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your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.
☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called ‘sweet / pretty girl, baby, princess’. beta read? what’s that.
you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. ‘i promise, baby, c'moooon’ — you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.
“fine, but only one kiss, okay?” you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kiss—only for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.
satoru’s soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoru’s low, needy whimpers.
the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.
“mh, you’re such a good kisser, baby,” the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lips—your head tilting to the side and back—automatically accomodating to satoru’s motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, “more, ngh, need more of you, please.”
satoru was not letting up. you couldn’t blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensity—going from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.
you whine and straddle satoru’s lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.
he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.
satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.
“mhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.” satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.
it was perfect. all of you was perfect.
your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.
the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.
“nnh, ‘toru, need’to breathe,” you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.
neither of you want to pull away—to pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.
the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like you’re asking him to break up—that’s how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.
however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.
his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and down—his fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.
“pretty,” satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, “thank you, princess.”
you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.
“thank you for what?” you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.
satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.
over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.
“thank you for being with me,” satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.
until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.
“thank you for everything, honestly,” satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. he’s admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, “could have never believed that i’d end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.”
satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and that’s when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.
he looks at your face and body like he’s witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.
“stop saying that.” you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.
the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, “how am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?”
you squirm due to satoru’s flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. it’s been the complete opposite every day.
“someone’s getting a bit squirmy, aye?” your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like it’s your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.
you can’t control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoru’s cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.
you surely can’t leave him alone while he looks like that.
“shut up and kiss me already.” you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his job—his passion. the only thing he ever craves for.
the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. it’s just you two in that moment—no one else mattered.
as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#x female reader
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Itto, Furina, Halfdan, Kaveh, and Lyney all have sensitive ears. A little graze or whisper is enough to get a good shudder out of them, as little pinpricks tricked along their spine, sometimes even a little whine, along with a cute, almost helpless pleading little look.
#hc; itto#hc; furina#hc; halfdan#hc; kaveh#hc; lyney#suggestive#//Ehh#//Kinda? implication is there#//ANYWHO#//They can get so cute and squirmy if pinned and someone nips at or lick along the shell of their ears#//Kaveh; Furina and Lyney in particular get so flustered up by it#//Lyney might shy away from it a bit bc he gets so overwhelmed#//Furi tends to grab their clothes or onto them; to root herself and then in place; a wordless plea for more#//Kaveh pushes right into the touch; actively moving to touch them to; and encourage them#//Itto and Halfdan have a blue screen moment then start spilling their guts lmao#//Start talking about how it feels; and are a lot freer with their voices than the others (save maybe Kaveh)#//Itto deffo crumbles the fastest; it’s freakin adorable#//Halfdan keeps a better handle on his composure out of pride and wanting to look good for them#// it one scrap of murmured praise in his ear? Boom; it’s all over lmao#//Mans would be outright putty in their hands; esp if they let theirs wander over him throughout#//Idk quick lil hc now that i have free time jdnf#//Mught go back and edit once in break jdndn
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i think yuji has a thing for spoiled, bratty girls. the ones with borderline bad attitudes, who roll their eyes more than they smile, and scowl and huff when things don’t go their way.
sure, it can be annoying sometimes, but you’re never like that for long, not with him at least. you try, but all he has to do is wrap those steel arms around you and gush about how pretty you are, how he loves you so much, how much he missed seeing you and then you’re like putty in his hands.
you’re sweet, bashful, doting, clingy, glued to his side and rubbing yourself against him like some baby kitten. it’s cute, you’re cute, and he’s head over heels for you.
but like all things, that doesn’t last long either. your moods are fickle, changing at the drop of a hat, and your little outbursts can be explosive, sometimes offensive. yuji usually lets you get your frustrations out, lets you rant and rave while he sits and listens, and then when you’re all tuckered out he’s dragging you into his embrace and whispering comforting words into your skin followed by sweet kisses.
sukuna always tells him how soft he is when he does that - she’ll never respect you if you keep letting her off like that, he says. put her in her fucking place, he hisses. back in my era, the only time a woman opened her mouth around me was to suck my cock, he reminisces.
but yuji isn’t like sukuna, he doesn’t need to do those things to get you back how he likes you most, sweet and soft and eager for his love..but sometimes you really try his patience, so he figured he could do something, nothing close to the cruel things sukuna had suggested, but something to let you know that you couldn’t just do and say whatever you wanted all the time.
he figured he’d take something away from you, like you’d do with a misbehaving child, something that you loved and couldn’t get enough of, no matter how much he gave it to you.
his cock, obviously.
“yuji!” he’s had you like this for a while, your stomach flush against his bedroom wall as he forces you to stand while he squats behind you. you’re dressed in a little skirt and an equally as little top, no panties in sight. the skirt is hiked up around your hips, and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he thrusts the pink dildo into your drooling cunt once again, his ears twitching at the lewd squelch that sounds.
your thighs tremble, knees buckling, and he lets his free hand come down against your ass, his lips soothing the sting after when you let out a whimper. “m’sorry,” he mumbles against your skin, “but you have to stand up straight for me, baby.”
“mm-nn,” you shake your head, and yuji tsks, wrist pulling back to slide the dildo out until only the top remains, and then he’s quickly slamming back in, lips still peppering kisses along the curve of your ass. “ah! i want you, yuji. i wanna feel you..”
“you don’t get my cock until you start being nice to me.” he builds up a steady pace, his breathing ragged as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. needing to see it and not just hear it, he pulls his head back, marveling at the way your pussy grips onto the silicone, your slick coating the shaft along with his fingers. “such a pretty pussy for such a mean girl.”
“s-shut up!” he sees you clench, feels the resistance when he goes to push the silicone cock back into you, and he practically salivates as he watches a fresh wave of slick ooze down the shaft.
“see? so mean to me… i shouldn’t play with your pussy at all.” he slips the dildo out of you, jaw going slack as he watches your hole clench around nothing, your desperate protests and pleas falling on death ears. there’s a string of your arousal dripping down between your trembling thighs, and yuji swipes it up with his finger before pushing it into his mouth, lashes fluttering as he groans around the digit.
“please, yuji, m’sorry! i-i’ll be nice, i promise!” you plead and cry, and yuji knows you’re only thinking with your pussy right now, that overwhelming urge to come clouding your mind. you’ll be fussing at him by the end of the night if he gives in, he’s sure of it, but he’s not a mean man. how’s he supposed to tell you no when you beg for him like that? when your pussy weeps for him like this?
he can’t.
it only takes a second for him to free his own cock from his pants, replacing the dildo with the real thing, and he moans loud and guttural when he slips inside, your hot cunt wrapping around him like a vice. “fuck, baby.” his pelvis grinds into the fat of your ass, his hands pinning yours against the wall above your head as he thrusts in and out of you. “you feel so good.”
“yuji,” you keen, and he knows you and your body well enough to know that you’re milliseconds away from coming.
“you gonna come?” he breathes in your ear, low and raspy, and you weakly nod, his name leaving your lips like a chant, and the muscles in his thighs and calves flex as he bends at the knee to fuck you at a slightly different angle, tip of his cock pushing into that spot that always leaves you a babbling, sniffling mess. “go ahead and come, baby. make a mess.”
that’s all the encouragement you need before you’re creaming around his cock, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as declarations of love tumble free from your lips, and he wonders how long it’ll take for you to change your tune this time.
#yuji x reader#jjk smut#++ yuji#IM ILL#MY BFFFF#i have 10 million thoughts about him and will probs only write like 7 at most v.v#++ yuji/brat
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