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capnclem · 6 months

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I love that so many of the strictly team are 100% behind layton even if the public aren’t, and even the producers’ refusal to address it formally. motsi specifically calling out the hatred on the live show tonight through her tears, tess calling nigel a ‘west end veteran’ after shirley’s snide comment about layton’s experience, the wardrobe team going ham for his femme looks and his skirt and dress outfits. ppl have been slaughtered for having experience before but it has never been this vile or loud or constant.

#nikita bursting into tears made me so emo #the pride on their faces was so moving #scd #strictly come dancing #strictly #strictly 2023 #layton williams #nikita kuzmin

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travalerray · 4 months

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I am going to slap you myself

#WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS #the conversation is flying over both their heads because they are saying entirely different things #wwx: it was such a huge blow to me. Losing my golden core was the stuff of nightmares. I do not want to recall that. I want to move on #what jc hears: Get Lost shidi. I no longer want to see your face #jc: I want to hate you so bad. Why can't I hate you? Haven't you broken my heart enough? Why couldn't you just TELL me anything? Why.#what wwx hears: JC can't deal with the fact that I wwx who did everything terrible am actually responsible for his achievements. His pride #took a huge blow. Damn. Better tell him that I don't actually mind lmao #[grimly said while looking at the wwx papercraft I have hanging on my bedroom wall.]#[actually what many do miss is that deep down there are multiple times WWX actually does understand JC's thing. He understands the pride as #a cultivator. He understands how horrifying the self sacrifice must have been (see: wq and wn). He just doesn't like thinking about it for #very long in this life. Sigh]#mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #kk's rambles tag

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thedisablednaturalist · 6 months

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This is why only like 1% of physically disabled people actually have a job. People just assume we don't want one/can't do any job.

#wrenfea.exe #or they force us to do minimum wage jobs and then underpay us #honestly most people arent even thinking this conciously #like they aren't bigoted they are just...completely separated from our world #it never crosses their minds #ive spoken to so many leftists who pride themselves in being open and facing their biases #and they were SHOCKED and DISGUSTED with themselves because they literally NEVER considered things from our pov #they can understand what its like to be depressed or unfocused due to adhd #they cannot fucking understand what its like to rely so much upon others. what its like to be in constant pain.#what its like to not be able to move your body or not even have that body part #they do not see us as people and dont even REALIZE they feel that way #also they do not see people with neurological or severe developmental disabilities as human either #we are the hypothetical. The news story. The friends cousins sister in laws niece #chronic disability #chronic pain #cripplepunk #angry cripple #disability #physical disability #physically disabled #working while disabled #like they fucking assumed that they didnt even need to prepare anything for physically disabled people #because of course no physically disabled people actually GO to college or apply for jobs #we all sit on our asses and take the governments money or burden our poor abled family and friends!

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pom-seedss · 11 months

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Just picking up some conversations from the ether but like...

There has been this push back against queer signifiers in media recently and I’m kind of wary of the whole thing. This isn’t just one thing, but I’ll give an example.

Nimona isn’t trans because there is a trans flag in the background when she’s talking to Bal about her shapeshifting or the rainbow in the credits. But to act like queer folks don’t use signifiers to confirm to other queer folks that “yes this is what I mean by this” or “you are included in this” is kind of asinine.

While I understand the pushback against rainbow capitalism and the co-opting of our symbols by corporate interests, or the thought that slapping a pride pin on a character makes them inherently queer in the narrative when it is never actually touched upon, I feel like we are overcorrecting in saying all flags are either coincidental or useless or both.

And in Nimona’s case, it isn’t a trans allegory just because there is a flag in the background, it is the full embodiment of her character, the story and the world that was created around her in the movie. But the trans flag in the background and the pride flag at the end? That’s just confirmation. That’s something queer folks can point to when bigots say ‘it’s not about that’, and while bigots can look passed it, it affirms it for *us*.

It can be trans both because of the story itself resonating a lot with trans, especially genderfluid, folks *and* because there is a trans flag in the background while Nimona is talking about her shifting.

Like, it can be both.

#especially in a day and age where our signifiers are routinely coopted i think it is important to understand when they are being used #genuinely by the creators behind something even if the corporation that funds is just a fucking two faced asshole like netflix #and to be clear this isnt praising netflix at all this is squarely on the shoulders of #Stevenson and the rest of the creative team behind the movie #this isnt saying yay thank you netflix for giving us inclusion in between your transphobic stand up specials #this is saying thank you Stevenson for fighting so hard and for acknowledging your community as much as possible #and yes sometimes a pride pin and awkwardness around another character is all that the creative folks behind something *can* get in to a #project and I get that but we have been moving beyond that for awhile now and i really hope more #of our stories can be told in full and not just couched in allegory and were getting there #but not if we push back against acknowledging our own

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aria0fgold · 4 months

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Now I know what it feels like to be a manga reader and seeing the anime adaptations of the manga... look at em... they're moving... and they have voices... and there's music... whooaaa...

#aria rants #talking bout mashle and sokushi cheat ga saikyou sugite. im not completing the title of the latter its one of the long ones #my babies... lookit em... even if it isnt a 1-1 to the manga its like aww... theyre moving and speaking with voices #and THERES COLOUR! whooaaa...#am so lazy watching anime but for these two i will watch it anyway. ill tune in weekly for the episodes for em #love mashle for the comedy and honestly sokushi cheat is like pretty average. its your typical-ish isekai story #but the manga grew on me. the characters all have their own unique charms and i love the dannoura family stories #and takatou is pretty interesting too. just overall a fun read for me so seeing its anime is so nice. also i wanna see the sage's downfall #honestly thats the main thing im looking forward to in the story. i wanna see her be faced with the reality that she isnt the strongest now #and its her own fault too cuz she brought these kids there. and by these kids i mean tomochika and takatou. mainly takatou #that sage is so prideful that it became her own undoing. deserved rlly. ya can tell i dont like her. she disregards life tsk

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suenitos · 11 months

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#that Supreme Court decision at the literal end of pride month is a slap to the face but this stream felt like a salve so thank you dnfies 😞#i will say its a little funny that people keep saying we're moving backwards mf we were moving forwards in the first place??

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aropride · 1 year

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anyone mind if i lyricpost. THE FLOOR CAVED IN AND I'M BATHED IN MY SINS THIS RAGE WITHIN'S FINNA BREAK MY SKIN. BINGE TO SLOW THESE RAGING WINDS, THIS STAIN ON MY BRAIN CANNOT BE CLEANSED, DEAR GOD IF YOU REALLY MEANT HOLD THAT SHIT, LOVE ME FOR WHAT I AM I REFUSE TO REPENT TO A MAN OF OMNISCIENCE. AND IF YOU DON'T GET IT MOTHERFUCKER YOU'RE NOT HIP, AIN'T PIERCED MY SKIN IN GOOD TIME, THAT'S A WIN, MY MOTHER'S GLAD THAT I'M NOT DEAD, THAT'S A WIN I DON'T NEED TO LISTEN TO YOUR UNTETHERED OPINION. SCORCHING HOT TAKES ON THE MORALITY OF MEN WITH YOUR PERSONAL SPIN, I WILL DO WHAT I MUST FUCK WHAT YOU THINK IF YOU'RE INTIMIDATED BY GREATNESS GO AHEAD SHRINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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tyrannuspitch · 11 months

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kind of obsessed with this shot of odin and i haven't entirely figured out why yet

#space viking tag #like his face... as a still image it might read as disgust but he's actually. moving away.#he's sparing laufey's life when laufey almost seems to be challenging him not to #which makes it read more as regret #which is so so quintessentially odin. powerful bloodied indecisive and regretful.#another factor is that i KNOW i've seen both thor and loki make precisely this face at each other #AND take the same shellshocked step back #but. hmmm. i feel like. there are things to put together here which i haven't put together yet. we'll see #wait. these tags have been written non-chronologically but let's go back to laufey #and his pride in defeat as an implicit acceptance of death #loki in tdw... and odin refuses them both..... HMMM #also sorry if the colours are a little odd lol i cleaned it up for visibility but i know my computer messes with pinks #meta #s: t1 #ch: odin #ch: laufey #r: laufey + odin

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jisungshotfirst · 1 year

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I'm not haobin delulu in a way I believe they are dating, I'm delulu in the sense that boysplanet is not a survival show to me and instead the story of a blossoming queer friendship with deep rooted metaphors and imagery that develop alongside the progression of their relationship, and honestly shows the process of trusting and loving someone with its increasing emotional weight at each stage.

#like ... them being thematically connected by being kgroup 1 ggroup 1 .. and that developing into a sincerely deep friendship #hanbin being 1st Right until the end ... and the sincere smile on his face and pride he had for zhanghao winning .....#'1st looks good on u' ARE U KIDDING ME #and then the here I am move they circle eachother and how each time they did it they knew eachother better and loved eachother more ...#so the smiles were so genuine and reflected their feelings at each stage 🧍‍♂️#and like ... as a queer person I look at them and I'm like .. that's a queer friendship.#coz that's what queer friendships are #I could write a 40k thesis analysing this show #I care them So much #I love queer friendships 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢#zebi

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ttsukiimi · 1 month

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ MILLION DOLLR BABY!

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ for as long as you can remember, you’ve been friends with Satoru Gojo—just friends. Then why is now insisting that you’re the perfect woman to birth the Gojo clan heir?

★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, smut (mdni), implied experienced!gojo x virgin!reader, gojo clan au, breèding k⍣nk, best friends to lovers/f⍣ckers, implied s⍣xual tension, unprotected s⍣x, slight mention of size difference, mentions of passing out, slight cl⍣t play, slight t⍣t play, bigd⍣ck!satoru.

When Satoru had first proposed this..idea of his, you’d almost choked on the succulent dumpling you were chewing on. Your eyes widened and you looked over at the white haired, heaven sent man beside you, and while, yes, yes he was so fucking attractive, you just didn’t want to waste years of friendship for something you were both unsure of.

You knew that the Gojo clan was in dire need of an heir with Satoru’s ability, considering he himself was the clans one and only trump card. But, where you really the one that could carry out this oh, so important task? You simply couldn’t carry that burden on your shoulders.

“‘Toru,” you called out softly, swallowing the last remains of your food before you reached out and cupped his bigger hand in yours. The warmth of his hand alone had you ready to stutter out your whole sentence. “Look, I—“

But could you really continue speaking with the way his azure eyes bored into you as he stared, his free hand taking ahold of yours and holding it tight, practically engulfing your palm in his? You think not.

“Please. I’ve been being bugged all day, you don’t understand.” He pleaded, a pathetic whimper of your name leaving his lips as he pulled you closer to him by the arm. “You’re the only one I wanna do this with.”

“Please.”

And so was the escalation of how you ended up under your best friend of—how many years had you spent with him again? You couldn’t remember with how foggy your brain was as his lips slid across your neck while he peppered hickeys along your skin.

Your hands tangled in his soft hair, urging him to venture further down your neck to the valley of your breasts.

“‘Toru,” you mouthed, looking up to his lust-clouded eyes as you placed his hand on your tit, squirming as he immediately squeezed the flesh. His hands expertly groped at your mounds as his fingers moved around your already firm nipples, swiping at your sensitive nubs.

Satoru chuckled breathlessly, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll give it to you soon, needy girl.”

He then planted a deep, wanton kiss to your lips—a kiss that released all of his pent up feelings and sexual tension into one. Your body shivered as you felt his breath fan past your pulse point.

“Just know you’re leaving this room nice ‘n full, ‘Kay?” And with that he was latching his mouth to your breasts, making quick work of sliding his robe off with a swift pull of the bow holding it together. He sprang up, hard and excited to finally have the woman he’s been head over heels with for years.

Fuck. Your eyes widened at the sight—was he really hiding this from you all this time? Surely, concealing something this size would be a hassle, right?

Satoru’s grin only widened at the expression displayed on your face, feeling pride build up in his chest. He hurriedly grabbed at the base, pressing his tip right up to your aching and pulsing cunt.

“Y’ready?”

“Mhm hm!”

“‘M going in,” as he slowly wedged himself between your folds, watching as you stretched to accommodate his size and groaning at the view.

Was this what heaven felt like? Had Satoru Gojo finally tasted a slice of his own paradise?

He had, and there was no backing down now—no escaping from the seemingly endless ruts of cock into you, the hands harshly planted to your hips, and the feeling of being filled up repeatedly.

He watched you squirm under him, all the while burning with the desire to ruin you, but he knew with how tight you were clamped down around him—that this might’ve been your first time.

The thought made his ego skyrocket.

“You take it so well,” he praised, spreading your thighs further apart to gain a better glance of just how wet you were, gritting his teeth in resistance.

Satoru could, without doubt, have you pass out by the second round—if he wanted you to. But his goal now was simply to get you pregnant—to plant that million dollar baby into you.

However…a little sidetracking could do. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun with you.

“It’s so..deep inside me, ‘Toru. Are you sure it’s s’possed to be—“ your words came to a halt, a particularly hard rut of his hips shutting you up for good; only leaving room for cries of pleasure to leave your lips.

And, maybe, just maybe he should have proposed this idea earlier. Maybe he should have just made it known to you how good he could give dick.

With each movement into you, Satoru let himself go a little, let himself get a little rougher, let the head of his cock graze the just-right spots inside of you; spots you never knew existed.

He already knew your body so well.

His hand journeyed down to your thighs, letting go of its original place on your hips to your pussy, thumb drawing your clit in brain-fuzzying circles.

You mewled, back arching off the bed and your hips moving on their own to meet his thrusts, clawing at the bedsheets for anything that may keep you grounded—because everything your best friend did threatened to transport you to pleasure utopia.

“S’toru, feels like my—“ he cut you off once more, breathing hard against your lips after he finishes kissing you.

“You gonna cum for me?” he asked, smugly of course, knowing he’d be the first man to ever make you cum. You nod and Satoru took this as a queue to drive rougher thrusts into your cunt, reveling in the lewd squelches and the slap of your bodies resonating throughout the room.

You came to a crescendo, and your body fell limp. Your thighs shook around his waist as you climaxed, mouth falling open and face curling into a blissed-out look.

“Fucking pretty even when you cum,”

And while it would’ve taken him—normally—another round to finish, virgin pussy had him on a chokehold. Especially yours.

So, naturally, it wasn’t long—perhaps 3 or 4 more thrusts until Satoru Gojo—your former best friend—came inside you. Fully intent on knocking you up.

No, he didn’t have any intention of pulling out either, wanting to keep his seed deep inside you until he’s sure you’re pregnant.

He lay to your side, still inside you, not showing any signs of getting soft anytime soon. But, no matter what had happened, Satoru was still your best friend.

Just now a best friend that knew how your walls felt around him.

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bahrmp3 · 2 months

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#had the silliest of arguments an hour ago ://// wanted him to take a step back so i can move and he was convinced i could move w/o said step #back and ok i did but there is nothing wrong with taking a step back??? and forcing it into a stalemate of who can be more stubborn about i #esp with someone at the door is gucked and ok it passed but afterwards why yell at me like that? he raised his voice and told me #[ok i want you to get up and pass showme how on earth would this space not fit you ? you arent that fat] and like every time there is an #argument he gets all wound up and his pride hurts him and decides to pay me back what he owes me #again the argument is nothing truly nothing but then why do my teeth hurt now? how hard was i clenching my jaws? why do i want to go to my #work's function tomorrow rather than stay home and face him? esp when said face him is max 5 hours bc he comes late on sat?#and most of all why am i still even considering cooking for all of us still? she is right when she said he yells at you and you still cook?#personal #tbd

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sttoru · 5 months

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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji witnesses his son’s first steps and it nearly makes the grown man cry.

wc. 1k

tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff. reader gets called ‘mama.’ life if gege just gave us what we wanted. ending is a bit rushed if you couldn't tell.

“gumi, look here,” you coo at your child who’s sitting in his playpen. you’re laying against some stuffed animals, too tired to move after doing all kinds of chores. the baby looks up at you with curious eyes and you take your chance to make a silly face.

megumi giggles and responds by throwing a small toy your way. it accidentally hits your head, though luckily it isn’t anything too heavy.

toji, who laid lazily on the opposite side of the playpen, watches the scene unfold. he grins once he sees you rub the spot on your forehead, “oi, megumi, careful with y’r mama.”

you chuckle, dropping your dramatic act. you ruffle megumi’s hair a bit before standing up. a yawn escapes your lips and you stretch your arms above your head—clearly in need of a break.

“i’m gonna take a quick nap, honey,” your eyes meet toji’s. your husband nods and sits up with a groan. he’s also sleepy, but he knows that you did most of the work today. he’ll gladly watch over megumi while you rest and regain your energy.

megumi starts to fuss the moment you step out of the playpen. his tiny hands reach out to you—the little boy clearly too attached to his mother. toji shakes his head and effortlessly picks his son up and puts him on his lap, “naw, y’re stuck with me buddy. mama’s gotta rest.”

megumi squirms around and whimpers. he’s clearly not interested in his dad at the moment. toji sighs and tries his best to keep the baby still, but to no avail.

“mama! mama!” the baby’s cries for you breaks your heart. you stop a a couple steps away and turn around with a pout. you notice how megumi is kicking his legs, thrashing around in toji’s arms in attempt to free himself.

you sigh and crouch down, “gumi, mama’s sleepy. . papa’s gonna play with you, okay?”

megumi, of course, does not understand what you mean. he thinks you’re leaving him alone and it causes him to wail loudly. you’re about to console your son, but backtrack when you notice how megumi’s starting to stand up on his own.

his chubby legs are barely holding his body weight up. the balance is hard to find for the baby, yet he still does his utmost best. he nearly trips from just standing.

even toji looks on with wide eyes and a hint of a prideful grin on his lips. he’s silently encouraging his son in his head.

“ma..ma,” megumi babbles. he almost topples over, but toji’s quick reflexes come in handy. a big hand keeps the baby standing straight. the dark-haired man carefully lets go again, however keeps his hand near his son’s body. just in case.

neither toji nor you could believe what was happening. you both watch in awe as megumi’s left foot moves forward—the right one copying that same movement.

your precious boy, taking his first steps right in front of you both to witness. it’s a heartwarming sight. you hold your breath and toji’s lips part slightly. your husband has yet to grasp why this scene in front of him makes him feel so. . . giddy on the inside.

“c’mon! come to mama!” you squeal excitedly and open your arms, encouraging megumi to your best ability. the tiny boy giggles and moves his limbs as fast as they could go. his chubby hands flail around as he quickly walks over to you.

toji stares at his family and that’s when it hits him; how much he loves this peaceful life. his son just achieved another great milestone that he had the honour of witnessing firsthand. it made him happy that he chose this path instead of the more ‘darker’ one.

it also nearly causes your husband to shed some tears from pure joy. but, toji didn’t want to seem too ‘soft’. even if he secretly is for his wife and child.

toji coughs subtly. totally not to get rid of the irritating lump in his throat. a ghost of a smile appears on his face while he got up, immediately moving towards megumi and you.

“good job, kiddo,” toji says as he puts his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. he stares down at megumi in your arms—the little boy getting drowned in kisses and compliments.

your ears twitch. there’s no denying it; the faint crack in toji’s voice. you give your kid a break from your overwhelming affection and tilt your head back. your eyes meet your husband’s.

you grin when you see how he quickly avoids your gaze. something he never does unless he’s. . . “gonna cry?”

toji rolls his eyes at your question. he ignores your teasing by trying to change the subject. he focuses on megumi who’s still going absolutely wild in your embrace—cutely demanding more praise and kisses.

“daddy can also give ya some kisses, y’know,” toji pokes megumi’s cheek, fascinated by the plush fat. the baby stops babbling the moment his dad talks to him. he looks up at toji and then back at the finger still prodding at his cheek.

megumi opens his mouth and doesn’t waste a single second. he goes for a playful bite, though his little baby teeth do no real damage, “yumm.”

you giggle at the way megumi frowns at toji, his teeth holding tightly onto toji’s fingertip. it’s time for your husband to take over the dramatics now.

“hey, that ain’t so nice now,” toji hisses and leans forward until his face is right in front of megumi—a similar frown on both the dad and son’s faces. they really do look alike now that you see them both from up close again.

megumi only bites down more on the finger in his mouth and toji reacts to that by feigning his anger. it’s amusing to see how neither of them gives up first.

but, it’s also rather cute to see how the father-son dynamic plays out in cozy family moments like these.

your eyes focus back on toji’s face and you can’t help but smile to yourself. he’s a good husband and father; always there for the both of you. his own way of showing support for megumi’s first steps is rather heartwarming. plus, the playful banter between the two never fails to make any moment all the more precious.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #jjk x you #toji x y/n #jjk x y/n #toji fluff

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suguann · 26 days

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Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t understand that the parents (mostly the moms who try to hide behind their giant sunglasses) at Mio’s soccer games talk, and he chooses today to pull you into his lap. Several sideways glances cast your way at how cozy you both must look as you watch your four-year-old daughter run in the wrong direction across the field because she got distracted by a butterfly.

He doesn’t hear what they talk about—aren’t they divorced? I’ve never seen anyone divorced act like that—or (worse) when they try to be subtle about their probing into Satoru’s dating life while you stand there with a stilted smile plastered onto your face.

(More than likely, he’s listened to every word and doesn’t give it the same amount of thought or care as you do.)

“Gojo,” you hiss, trying to move off his lap to no avail. “I have my own chair.”

“Can you still call me that if it’s your name too?”

A huff. “Go bother somebody else—”

“Shh,” he tells you, tugging you further against his chest. “You’re missing the game. Mio’s finally found her way back onto the field again.”

“But everyone’s staring at us.” You catch the eye of a mother tearing into a pack of fruit snacks.

“So? Let them stare.”

Everyone starts cheering, and you both watch Mio chase the ball down the field, her little body ducking between the taller kids.

“That’s my girl!” Gojo shouts over the other parents.

And then Mio kicks the ball into—

The wrong goal.

“Maybe we should have let her join t-ball,” you whisper, though you both clap as your daughter starts doing not-quite cartwheels in the middle of the field.

Ex-husband!Gojo who still does work around the house every Friday, and to your dismay, shirtless now that the weather is warmer.

The plate in your hands has a few scuffs, half of a cartoon character’s face scrubbed off to oblivion that Mio will have something to say about later. Doing everything to stop from staring out into the yard where he’s mowing the lawn because the window is right there, above the sink, to tempt you.

It’s difficult when his chest glistens with sweat from the early-summer heat and how those stupid gray cotton shorts (that you know he picked out with the sole purpose of torturing you) sit dangerously low on his hips—

He looks towards the kitchen window, a crooked smile stretching across his lips. The blood rushing to your brain, that must be what makes you give a sudsy wave and cause heat to creep into your middle.

Ex-husband!Gojo who strolls into your room while you’re putting away laundry one afternoon, and unsurprisingly shirtless as he crowds you against the dresser. Front to back. His mouth at your ear.

That steady resolve you pride yourself in crumbles at your feet, and you swallow the tiny, helpless sound working its way up your throat. A slippery thing that slips out. “Satoru…”

“You know, these little shorts were always my favorite,” he tells you, his fingers playing with the elastic waistband.

“Were they?”

“Don’t you remember? Couldn’t get them out of the way fast enough.”

Your mouth is dry, something playing in a loop in the back of your brain. Early morning, breakfast cooling on the stove, crumbs stuck to your cheek, these shorts dangling off the leg propped up on the counter—

“Where’s Mio?”

A kiss to your nape, a knowing smile. “Taking a nap.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who works your shorts and underwear off your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“Satoru, we—we can’t keep doing this—”

Your words trail off into a moan when he slaps your clit with the leaky tip of his cock, and wet sounds echo in the room.

“Yeah? Go on, baby,” he tells you, slowly splitting you open, stuffing you full, two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly into place like it should be (how it’s always been). “Tell me some more why we can’t keep doing this.”

You can’t, not with how he’s filling you up in the way only he knows how. Not when he hooks two thick fingers into your mouth because you’re getting too loud, pinning you against the bed with your cheek buried into your pillow, every sound choking into nothing.

You wriggle underneath him, fingers clawing at the comforter and your back arching.

“Christ, look at you,” he growls, leaning over you, teeth bared. “Fucking look at you. You needed this, didn’t you?”

Ex-husband!Gojo who presses what leaks out back inside you with his thumb after he pulls out, wet and sticky circles between your legs until you fall apart again with a soft cry. His thumb is there again, at your entrance, pushing and stopping like a plug, muttering something under his breath that sounds like, “Can’t waste it.”

And quieter, “Maybe it’ll take.”

(Who knows?

Maybe it will. Worse things have happened.)

Ex-husband!Gojo who stays for dinner for the fourth time that week, and none of the reasons have been because Mio asked if he could. It’s more about the fact that you’ve enjoyed how whole your family feels again, that you can pretend for a moment this is what you do every night.

(How it was probably always going to come back to this.)

That your wedding ring doesn’t sit in the back of your sock drawer, and his isn’t tucked away in his wallet. That you don’t feel guilty when you think about saying I love you or wishing he’d stay longer—

“Daddy, you gonna lose,” Mio tells Satoru as Mario Kart appears on the screen.

“We’ll see,” he laughs, tugging on one of her pigtails until she’s giggling and swatting his hand away.

You lean back against the couch, watching them with a small smile you share with Satoru over your daughter’s head.

#gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #fem!reader #.things i write

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fairy-hub · 27 days

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‘𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! 69ing, face sitting/cocksucking, face fucking, light somnophila (satoru wakes up quickly when you sit on his face), slapping your ass a little, light pain kink, squirting, overstimulation, fingering

Fey: i found this while cleaning up my drafts, cleaned it up a bit, nothing like some simple face sitting in the middle of the night

Waking up to Satoru whining your name following it with, “Suck…warm…nnn! Please! Mama! Deep throat mmmm.” The small night light casts a golden glow dimly illuminating the bedroom.

You sit up squinting until your eyes adjust. Satoru is on his back giving you the perfect opportunity. Slowly pushing the blankets to the bottom of the bed, carefully straddling and sit on handsome Satoru’s face waking him up.

Satoru mumbles, “Mmmm?” Within seconds of waking up Satoru is sucking on your clit, grabbing your hips. Your cunt muffling his moans.

Clenching his pretty face with your thighs, “You woke me up so I figured I’d shut you up by sitting on your face.” Grinding your clit on his tongue, Satoru tightens his grasp, flicking his tongue faster.

You push the blanket off his beautiful naked body. Running your hands over his beautiful chest, squeezing his thick pecs and drags your nails along his thicks. Biting your bottom lip when he flexes and ruts his hard cock in the air.

“S needy that you’re having wet dreams about me.” Lying down on top of Satoru and taking his cock into your mouth. Bobbing your head and fondling his balls.

He loudly groans declaring his pride. Gliding his long thick fingers into your soaking wet cunt. He knows your body too well it takes him a few seconds to get you’re trembling on top of him.

Swirling your hand along Satoru’s long cock. Swirling your tongue around his light pink head with loud needy moans. Gliding him in deeper with a slow bob of your head, Satoru groans and thrusts his cock deep into your mouth.

Gagging on his cock, and squeezing both of his thighs. Your sloppy wet cunt muffles his needy whine. The vibrations from whines, groans and moans feel too good, Satoru is so noisy even with your cunt in his face.

Brace yourself for Satoru to fuck your mouth whilst eating you out. Any intentions to top him quickly crumbling in favor of letting him do what he wants with your body.

Satoru roughly smacks your cheek four times, squeezing your sore cheek. Pumping his fingers faster, adding a little more pressure with his tongue.

Gliding his cock out of your mouth and trying to catch your breath. You softly kiss and lick his head till your breathing is a little calmer. The second you take him in your mouth Satoru is rocking his hips, desperately fucking your mouth.

You’re trembling on top of him, curling your toes and clenching his face with your soft thighs. Satou’s firm grasp keeping your hips still. Being unable to move to get any temporary respite from his tongue and fingers bullying your cunt makes the oncoming high seem bordering threatening.

A wet warm feeling builds between your legs. Your soft cunt quivering around his long graceful fingers making your cunt squelch. You’re cumming yet the pleasure is building.

He loudly moans gush on his face squirting warm thick cum on his fingers. Satoru glides his fingers out and stuffs his tongue in to lick you clean. He grabs your hip smearing some of your slick on you.

Letting you go, you thighs tremble when you get off his face to lie on your side of the bed. Satoru sits up to turning on the lamp, he croons. “Princess lemme make it up wit ya by fucking you back to sleep.” Pushing the pillow off the bed, he grabs your ankle and pulls you into the middle of the oversize bed.

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yawnderu · 1 month

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Pornstar!König's cock is a bitch breaker— that much you know by the way he's ramming every single inch of thick, veiny meat into your sopping cunt, his large hands digging on the supple skin of your waist in a bruising hold, his heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit every time he manages to bury himself all the way in.

His blue eyes are fully focused on the screen displaying your face, the rhythm of his thrusts only getting rougher to drag more whiny moans out of your parted lips, exhaustion written all over your face at having to take his large dick on what was supposed to be a day off— only accepting a job after thousands of comments bombarding your media, begging you to collaborate with König. Perverts, you knew, yet you're more than happy to play into their fantasies.

One of the cameras pans to your face, fully capturing the alluring scene of your fucked-out state, beads of sweat dripping down your warm forehead, half-lidded eyes barely managing to stay open despite the way they're threatening to roll back with each deep thrust, and that famous smile that shows you crave his treatment. A trademark of sorts, something that made you end on the front pages of popular porn websites more than once, the very same thing that caught König's attention months ago.

“Harder.” A command you instantly regret the moment his hips falter, his brow scrunched up in mild disbelief, yet what is the behemoth of a man if not a people pleaser? König lets out a muffled chuckle, his warm hand trailing up to your chest, lazily rubbing your sensitive, pierced nipple with his thumb.

“Harder?” He repeats, his hips moving at an agonizingly slow pace, a smirk pulling on the corners of his lips beneath the mask the moment a whiny moan of protest is dragged out of your lips.

“Fuck yourself with my dick.” You can hear your own heartbeat pulsating on your ear, the rate steadily rising at his command. His breath hitches the moment you impale yourself onto his throbbing cock right after his words, his calloused hand giving your tit one last squeeze before moving back down to your waist, his large fingers digging onto the crevice of your warm skin, admiring the thin layer of sweat covering your body, the way your ass jiggles every single time you move on his dick.

His eyes darken with desire, his hands almost itching with the growing need to fuck into you, something he manages to ignore for mere seconds before thrusting back into you the moment you pull away, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the way his bulbous head hits your sensitive cervix over and over, his wide hips slamming against yours, filling the room with a lewd melody of skin slapping against skin and combined moans desperate for release.

König doesn't hold back, his thrusts deep and powerful as your fingers grip the bedsheets, trying to find a way to release the overwhelming sensations. He can feel your body trembling beneath him, the sound of your whiny whimpers only serving to heighten his own arousal, shooting one of the cameras a look that drips pure arrogance— his movements becoming more urgent and demanding.

One of the screens displays the way your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your walls tighten around his thick cock, a sense of satisfaction and pride filling him as you cum, only then allowing himself to succumb to his release, his cock throbbing inside you as ropes of hot white cum shoot right into your womb, a loud groan leaving his lips.

Despite how rough he likes to fuck, König pulls out of you, his softening cock coated with your slick and his own cum as your body falls on the bed, utterly exhausted. You can feel his large arms wrapping around you from behind, the sound of fabric rustling filling your ears as you feel his warm lips press a soft kiss to your temple, whispers of praise that have never come out of his lips slip out with so much easiness that it almost surprises him.

>Author's note: I opened commissions as I'm in need of an emergency dental surgery. Any likes, reblogs and shares on the post are greatly appreciated!! ;; 💗

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fairy-angel222 · 2 months

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I’m gonna regret posting this but 😭

Venom! Toji who smirks when he and Venom first share you. The symbiote’s deep voice ringing through the room when he asks, “Think she can take us both?”

“Of course she can, my girl’s greedy enough.”

Fucking into you while the symbiote’s tongue slithers in alongside his cock. Both of them finding a steady pace to pound you deep. The roughness of Toji’s cock on your g spot accompanied by Venom’s slimy tongue kissing your cervix sweetly.

Venom! Toji letting you ride his face, no, Venom’s face when you’re needy. Grinding your hips atop of the long tongue which hit all your spots perfectly. Your head falling back in a loud cry when he starts moving it against your walls, feeling yourself being brought closer and closer to orgasm.

Venom! Toji who has the symbiote extend multiple tentacle like arms to attack each part of your body. Your arms being bound above your head as two of them swirl independently around your sensitive nipples, another one circling your clit as Toji fucks into you meanly.

Venom! Toji who wakes you up to Venom’s fat tongue licking long stripes up your slit. Lapping sloppily between your folds as his tongue covered your entire pussy. Easily allowing it to taste all of you at once.

Venom! Toji who teams up with the symbiote to tease you in public. Allowing Venom to extend a long unnoticeable arm under the restaurant table to slip under your skirt. Smirking widely at your lack of underwear. He flicks at your clit, swirling before dipping into your aching pussy. Finding a continuous pattern of rubbing you to the edge only to pull away after. Enjoying the tears that pooled in your eyes at the torture.

Venom! Toji who sometimes plays good cop bad cop with you. When he and the symbiote aren’t both degrading you or praising you. It’s him doing the sweet talk while Venom does the dirty. Each of them at one of your ears driving your mind foggy as they pound into you.

Venom! Toji who never leaves you without pleasure. Even when you’re sucking his cock, he has Venom kissing sweetly at your sopping pussy. Licking messily as your constantly flowing slick while groaning at the sweet taste.

Venom! Toji who eats you out so much that Venom had first begged him for a taste of you. And when he got it, he was addicted. Always wanting to latch onto your pussy at any given chance. It was one of the things he craved. And the first time he made you cum, he was determined to do it again and again. Finding pride in how messy he made you just from his tongue.

Venom! Toji who allows Venom to take care of you when he’s busy doing work. Sat at his computer while you’re next to him with your panties stuffed past your lips. Muffled mewls and whimpers filling the room as the long tongue curls into you.

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