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Ok so i finished season 1 of arcane and the amount of heartbreak is tremendous and i started season 2 and holy shit the way my heart was going nack and forth during that first ep is crazy. 10000/10

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YAY!

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ I went to bed last night thinking about Nanami fucking me soooo sloppy and mindlessly that I almost called out of work today.

Like him just fully on top of you, all of his weight bearing down whilst holding your legs to your chest in the meanest mating press known to man. His long, nimble fingers sinking into the plush underside of your thighs, keeping you wide and accessible and all for him. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it either; you can’t move or squirm away or breathe.

God, it’s been hours too. Hours and hours and hours of him mindlessly stretching out your poor, weeping cunt so obscenely wide that it’s dragging your maw open in a loud, helpless wail of his name that’s akin to cold water dripping down, down, down his shuddering spine. He knows it’s too much, really. That you’re mere seconds away from utterly breaking, but he can’t fucking help himself.

“I knowww,” he’d coo, leaning forward to plant a sloppy kiss to the corner of your stupidly parted lips, “I know, I know, I know. J… just ten more seconds, baby I swear.” A large, greedy hand is creeping between your searing bodies, his fingers latching against your poor, ravaged clit for the umpteenth time tonight. “You can take it, sweet girl.”

He’s not thinking, not really. How is supposed to when he’s got you sprawled apart like… like that? You don’t even know how pretty you look beneath him, just completely pried open, that pretty, slobbering cunt on shameless display, your eyes threatening to roll toward the back of your head, fuck, and the way it truly sounds like you’re sobbing — cry after desperate cry spilling from your raptured tongue, but it’s only urging him on and that’s the very thing. He’s only getting harder.

“You are so pretty, sweetheart. My pretty baby… my girl, huh?” He’d babble mindlessly, drawing his hips back almost too far before pummeling forward again, and again, and again. “Taking allll of my cock like such a good, pretty girl.”

And his lips are everywhere — they’re creeping up your throat and sucking. They’re planting the tenderest of kisses to your forehead, your nose, cheeks, almost serving as a gentle reminder that the sweet, loving Nanami you know is still in there somewhere; though his hips are as mean and as slutty as can be, he’s still there and he loves you.

“You know I love you,” he’d mutter, pressing a gentle kiss to your perspiring forehead, “I really really do. I… I just can’t help myself, you’re just sooo good,” it’s merely a breath against your skin, “such a good girl for me, god I love you.” It tumbles past his lips as he’s pushing your legs up further, hooking them over his broad shoulders.

And just like that, those measly ten seconds that he promised will inevitably turn into three more hours, maybe even four if you’re lucky, but you don’t seem to mind… clearly.

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i need to get this out of my head. getting your nails done and getting them a little extra long to surprise your boyfriend kento nanami.

when you show them to him he doesn’t take much note of the length, but he compliments the color and design like he always does and brings your hand to his lips, placing little kisses there that make you giggle.

it’s not until you’re underneath him that he realizes just what power these nails have.

you writhing and moaning, cause he’s stretching you open on his thick length so good that it almost hurts. trying to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head so you can keep eye contact, while he’s praising you through the whole thing.

his perfect perfect girl.

and then you rake your nails down his back, creating red marks, and kento’s whole body shudders as he squeezes his eyes shut. his hips stutter before he buries himself deep, shooting hot white ropes of cum, filling you up.

he whines into your ear. a pretty little sound, so far from his usual composed demeanor. it makes you tighten around him, which only aids kento to cum that much harder.

he rides out his high, before he opens his eyes again, and he pants as he mumbles several fumbled apologies.

kento usually never cums before you.

he blinks almost owlishly at you, wondering what sorcery you just pulled on him, cause he swears he just saw the pearly white gates of heaven.

something about your nails, the faint pain mixed with pleasure, the newfound knowledge that there’s yet another way for you to mark him as yours. he imagines going to work tomorrow, scratch marks hidden underneath his shirt, but he’ll know. and so will you.

you swear he almost purrs when you run your fingers through his sweaty blonde hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp, and tell him not to apologize. if anything, you found it hot.

incredibly hot.

(he never asks you to scratch him up again going forward, but whenever you’re fucking, he always makes sure his shirt is off so you have free access.)

(approximately three weeks later he transfers you well over the amount that your nails cost. in the note he just writes “make sure to get them long again”)

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You wake up from a nap that went on a little too long, only to see that Toji still isn't next to you in bed. It's dark already, and when you check the time on your phone, the screen reads 10:14. You see light underneath the bedroom door and get up, dragging the blanket along with you. When you open the door, there Toji is, sitting on the couch, watching TV with his hand in a bag of chips. You peek at him from the hallway entryway and watch as he puts another chip in his mouth.

"Hi," Toji says, not the slightest bit oblivious to your eyes on him. His gaze shifts to you and the big, puffy blanket you have draped around you. "How'd you sleep?"

You don't answer, but instead start making your way towards him, the blanket tailing behind you as it drags on the floor. Five more steps and you're right in front of him. Without a second thought, you're climbing onto his lap and making yourself comfortable. Your big blanket covers him, as well as his bag of chips, now, too.

"Still tired, mama?" Toji asks, when you bury your face in the crook of his neck. You grunt, affirmatively, in response, tightening your arms around him. "That's how you answer, now?" He asks, chuckling when you grunt, again. "I'm rubbing off on you. You sound like a bear."

"Why didn't you come sleep with me?" You ask, your voice quiet from being underused.

"I went into the room to check on you and you were knocked out. Even got some cute pictures of you drooling, and you still didn't wake up."

You whine, annoyed at this revelation. "Not cute at all. It's like you don't even love me," you mumble, turning your face away from him, your cheek now positioned on his shoulder.

"Love you enough to keep an album full of these pictures."

"What? Toji." You briefly turn your attention back to him.

"There's eighty in there. Well, eighty-three, with the ones I got today."

You sigh, dramatically, and rest your cheek on his shoulder, again. "I have nothing more to say to you. Goodnight."

You can hear the smirk on Toji's face when he says, "'Night."

In the short amount of time that you slept on Toji, he was witness to yet another one of your dreams. He's been around for plenty of them. Some were nightmares, others just random dreams that made you jolt awake with a jump scare. He's even been around for the good ones that cause breathy renditions of his name to spill from your lips. This one was just weird.

Toji felt you stirring and watched as you nuzzled into his shoulder. He listened in on your nonsensical thoughts and grinned, amusedly, at the randomness. You sounded worried as you mumbled things about your eyes and how you wanted to keep them, and then something else about changing your mind and not being ready. He had no time to wonder what you weren't ready for, because you woke up and you looked scared.

You sit up on Toji's lap and blink a few times as you look around. "Toji, do my... my eyes?" You question, not finding offense in the way Toji looks like he's trying not to laugh. You're still very much concerned about your eyes.

"What about your eyes, ma?" He asks, his gaze darting after yours as you keep looking around.

"Do my eyes still work?" You ask, still panicking on the inside.

"I don't know. Do they?" he says, only further adding on to your fear. There's a small crease between your eyebrows, making you look conflicted. Your expression goes sad when you look away from Toji.

"Ma, wake up," Toji says, pinching your cheek a few times, while wearing a teasing grin on his face. "Look, if you're actually scared, we can check." You really need that confirmation, so you give Toji your full attention. "What's this?" He asks, tapping the scar that strikes his lips.

"Your handsome, sexy, all you can eat, full course meal of a scar," you mumble.

Toji deadpans and tilts his head, furthering his unamused expression. "Your eyes are fine."

"Test me, again. Pleaaaase?" You beg, giving him a soft smile and puppy eyes.

He sighs and gives in, no fight put up against you, whatsoever. "What color are my eyes?"

You hum as you lean in to examine the subject more closely before coming to your conclusion. "The most handsome bobansome, beautiful, crispy green apple, shade of green."

Toji scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief. "See? Your eyes are fine. On that note, you're banned from sleeping on me."

You gasp, dramatically, as if he offended you. "Aren't you the one always manhandling me so that i'm sleeping on top of you? And during our afternoon naps, you put my leg over your hip. And when I try to get up, you--"

"Okay, you're not banned. Jeez." You outsmarted him and it shows through the way he subtly clenches his jaw. "If you like sleeping on me that much, just say so."

You narrow your eyes at him, before pushing off of his chest in an attempt to get off of him.

"Whatcha doing?" He asks, holding your hips down so that you can't move.

"Going back to the room," you say, trying to peel his hands off of you, to no avail. "I would like to sleep on our bed, now, Toji."

"Then, tell me that and I'll take you. What are you doing pawing at my hands, trying to get them off of you?" He takes one look at the involuntary lift of your lips and already knows what's going on. "Oh..." he chuckles. "You a grumpy little bear, now?"

"Don't talk to me," you grumble, huffing childishly and turning your attention away from him.

"Aren't you the one always calling, saying you just wanted to hear my voice while i'm working? And you get goosebumps all over when I talk directly into your ear. And when I don't--"

"Stooop," you whine, leaning forward and burying your face in the crook of his neck, again. Your arms wrap around his neck and your thighs squeeze his waist. "You're not fair," you mumble, into his warm skin.

"Yeah, i'm so cruel to you, huh, baby?" He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, a soft smile lingering on his lips when you hum out a little "mhm" in response. He moves his bag of chips aside and turns off the TV, before wrapping the blanket around you and tucking the excess away, so that he doesn't trip over it as he walks. With ease, he stands up from the couch and starts towards the bedroom, with his lump of a blanket clinging to him.

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boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.

‘how come you don’t hug me?’

immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.

‘what?’

‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’

as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.

‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’

fuck now he’s made you feel bad.

‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’

‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’

you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.

‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’

‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’

his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.

‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.

he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.

‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.

he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.

and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.

neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.

‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’

‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’

your giggle was music to his ears.

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✽ WHEN IT'S TOO BIG PT. 1 ⸺ ₍ JJK ! ₎

how each jujutsu kaisen men ( gojo, toji, nanami ) navigate the trials and tribulations of having a huge dick.

★ [N]SFW CONTENT + fem!reader + huge cocks obs + size kink + overstimulation + fingering + cunnilingus + tummy bulge + mocking + praise kink + light degradation ( slut ) + dumbification + breeding kink + sex toys + spitting + petnames ( baby, princess, sweetheart, sweet girl, pup/puppy ) + collaring + deepthroating + gagging.

PART 2. ( choso, geto, sukuna ) coming out on December 21th.

★ GOJO didn't know he had a big dick. he was actually quite surprised when you looked up at him with wide eyes after pulling down his boxers after a steamy makeout session in the bathroom during a house party.

"what's wrong?" he asked, completely unaware as to why you're looking up at him with a puzzled expression, both curious and scared.

he sucks on a breath when you wrap your hand around it, your eyes glistening when you notice your fingers don't touch, licking your lips before giving him a shy lick from the base to the tip. satoru's hand flies to your head, not sure of what to do when he has the prettiest girl on her knees right in front of him coating his cock with saliva.

"fuuuck, that's it, baby. you look so hot like that."

you open your mouth so you can slip the tip in, sliding on your warm tongue as you close your lips around it, sucking the head as you'd to a lollipop and making his eyes roll to the back of his head. needless to say, satoru ends up cumming all over your face while apologizing and saying how perfect you are, watching you suck his massive dick was enough for him to fall in love and only a week later you have a big ring around your finger.

★ TOJI is definitely a little mean about it, even though he tries to hide it with praise and soft touches, rubbing your sides up and down as he watches you sinking down on his cock, your little hands gripping his shoulders for dear life.

"that's it, baby, nice and slow for me, okay?" your bite your lip at his hoarse voice, thighs shaking as you try to balance yourself.

it has been almost 30 minutes of a makeout session, toji eating you out and stretching you the best he could with his fingers and you're still not able to slip more than just the head of his cock inside of you.

"nnghh, i c-can't!" you pout at your boyfriend, watching him do the same and following with a cruel chuckle.

"aw, little baby can't take a big cock in her pussy?" he mocks, lifting you off him with ease and pushing you gently so you're lying in the bed. "spread your legs nice and wide, baby. since you can't do it properly i'll help, okay?" he reassures, the back of his fingers briefly brushing your cheek in a loving way.

you do as he say, hooking your hands under your knees and pulling them to your chest.

"look at this poor little cunt, it's about time i show you what it's capable of."

★ NANAMI is probably one of the nicest about it. man knows he's packing and felt the need to tell you early into your relationship with him while making out, he almost didn't say anything because you kept humping his thigh and kissing his neck, he didn't want to ruin the vibe.

since then you both have to dedicate yourselves during foreplay. kento is always kind enough to put a pillow under your butt so you're in the right angle for him, not using lube is not an option, he makes sure he coats his fingers really well before inserting them in your pussy, thrusting them in and out while his other hand takes care of your clit, thumb rubbing quick circles on it.

"gonna make you cum really good, sweet girl," he breathes, his boxers suddenly feeling too tight at the scene in front of him, hungry eyes watching your cunt swallowing his fingers. 

you complain a little bit when he presses the head into your entrance, feeling the stretch always makes tears to bloom in the corner of your eyes, you bottom lip is caught between your teeth as nanami’s hand reaches for your hand, entangling his fingers with your yours. it fills you up so well and by the time he's entirely inside you he softly grabs your hand, pressing it agaisnt your lower abdomen.

"see that, baby? i'm all up inside your tummy."

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So im watching arcane for the first time and im on ep 8 of season 1 and spoiler alert! It hurt!

The way caitvi break up is TRAGICCCC.

OIL AND WATER ARE NEEDED TO MAKE CUPCAKES PLEASEEEE DONT DO HIS TO ME

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This was so silly omg i love it

“I hate my bf” tiktok repost prank on the jjk men | texts!

pranking the jjk men by reposting “I hate my bf” videos

Characters: shiu, gojo, geto, toji, ino

I’ll post a part 2 later 💕

Shiu

Gojo

Geto

Toji

Ino

masterlist

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Hot take: pedophiles are people sexually attracted to children, whether they actually rape a child or not. So if you get off on pedophilic fanfiction, you are, in fact, a pedophile. For every incarcerated pedophile, it was “just a fantasy” at one point too.

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pt 6 of the jealous ex smau pretty please? 🥺

JJK Smau: "Wait, he did WHAT?!"

- your ex [jjk guys] finding out that you broke up with your new bf and that they even hurt you

‼️ TW: mentions of toxic/ abu*ive relationships ‼️

part six of this smau

geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, gojo, and shiu

contains: angst, mentions of drinking/ being drunk, mentions of violence, hella drama, some comfort

likes, reblogs and comments appreciated 🌸

a/n: whew, hopefully you guys read this one and understand WHY it took this long. still, sorry for the wait! also, this won't be the last part!

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They are so adorable omg

My 2nd Arcane gif ^^ this took eight hours believe it or not LOL

Love these sisters :< I wish nothing but happiness for them in their futures

If you repost please credit! 🫶

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Shameless self promo

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telling them you signed them up for christmas caroling without them knowing

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: crack, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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I don’t know how to use this app yet… work with me here!! 😭🫶💛

Little CaitVi gif from my Instagram :> made transparent cause some people wanted it!

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My Insta link cause I only really post there LOL

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MOODSWINGS- S. GOJO

you'd been slipping away from gojo for weeks now. but he'd do anything to get you back. cw: angst, saddness, gojo being gojo, failing relationship, happy ending song: moodswings by 5sos

"I CAN TELL WHEN YOU'RE SLIPPING FROM ME. EVEN WHEN IT'S ONLY SUBCONCIOUSLY."

It had started small. A dull ache in his chest as he watched you slide closer and closer towards the edge of the bed, no longer sleeping in his arms. He couldn’t place the emotion but every breath, every glance that didn’t meet his eyes, every time you speed walked past his office, he felt you slipping away from him.

Gojo sat with his head bowed on the edge of your bed. His blindfold lay abandoned on the table, exchanged for his sunglasses.

His fingers twitched against his knees as he waited for you to come home from work. Despite working together, the two of you hadn’t come home together in a while. You used to walk side by side, laughing and sharing stories about your day, but those distant memories began to fade in his mind.

The sound of the bedroom door unlocking snapped him out of his thoughts and he straightened reflexively. Your footsteps were soft on the hardwood floor as you made your way to your bathroom, getting ready for bed.

“Goodnight, Satoru.”

You smiled as you climbed into bed, clinging to the pillow as you fell asleep, your body angled away from him.

It’d been weeks since Satoru last felt your warmth in his arms. Weeks since he’d woken up to the feeling of you pressed against his chest. He wasn’t sure exactly when you’d left his arms but the distance between the two of you continued to grow.

He missed you. Every morning when he woke up, he craved your touch. He craved for the sound of your laugh. But settled for hearing it across the break room when you spoke with Shoko. It wasn’t the same, but it was all he had left.

But it wasn’t until one night in the rain as the two of you waited for the first years to finish a mission that Gojo truly understood you and why the distance had first started.

“Satoru. Do you like the man you’ve become since high school?”

Your eyes avoided his, but your voice stayed steady. It caught him off guard and he let out a laugh, joking about he was the strongest.

He hadn’t noticed the way your fist clenched, and your lips pursed as he waited for your response.

“Right.”

He’d started coming home late last week. He told himself it was because he had missions but truly, he was just avoiding the emptiness of your home. You’d noticed but didn’t wait up for him. Now, his dinner sat on the counter- neatly cling-wrapped with sticky notes atop it.

‘Microwave.’ Or ‘soda in fridge’.

Nothing more than a few words, distant and impersonal. But with the care you had for him when you first gotten married. You always remembered his love for sweet foods and drinks.

As he sat in bed with you, backs facing each other, he wondered how this all started- trying to pinpoint when exactly you’d started slipping away from him. Your question rang through his ears.

“Do you like the man you’ve become since highschool?”

He didn’t have an answer. Not one he wanted to say aloud.

He came home early one day and saw you sitting on the sofa, staring at your wedding ring and twisting it around your finger. The sunlight lit up your face in a way that reminded Gojo of your wedding day. But there was a look in your eyes that he couldn’t ignore.

He crept up on you and asked you what you were thinking about.

“Just remembering.”

He hadn’t pressed further. But he wished he had. He buried himself in missions to pick up extra money. He had enough but he’d managed to convince himself that the more he provided for you, the more you wouldn’t want to leave. But that wasn’t the root of the issue.

Especially when he overheard a conversation you were having with Shoko during a lunch break.

“I don’t even know who he is anymore, Shoko,” you’d sighed. “It’s like he’s a completely different man than the one I married.”

Shoko’s response was drowned out by the thumping of his heart. The words felt like a slap in the face, even if they weren’t meant for him to hear.

He wanted to argue- to burst in the room and tell you that he was the same as the man you’d married. But was he really?

“Do you like the man you’ve become since high school?”

The question had haunted him for a while, playing on loop in his mind whenever he saw your face.

It’d been a while since you’d yelled at him. Arguments went unsaid between you two. Not until he came home battered and bloody after a mission. Hurt but victorious.

“Satoru, what the HELL? Why didn’t you go to Shoko?”

You’d rushed to his side to take care of him, using the first aid kid to take care of and clean his wounds. It would be a lie to say that he hadn’t considered getting injured again to feel your touch more often.

That night, he watched the rain fall and run down the side of the window as the two of you continued your dance of sleeping with your backs to each other.

He turned for a moment to reach out to you, his hand hovering inches above your shoulder as you slept. But he couldn’t bring himself to reach you. Instead, he let his hand fall back to his side.

From that day forward, he pledged to become the man you married. He started coming home on time, even offering to drive you home.  

You hadn’t seen the inside of his Tesla in weeks. It seemed the same but different all at the same time.

“When’d you get this pink umbrella?” you glanced to the side door of the passenger seat. “Got it for ya,” he kept his eyes on the road.

His comment wasn’t anything special. He’d gotten you things all the time before. But it stuck with you.

Small gestures like this became a routine with Gojo, something you now looked forward to. You felt yourself easing into comfort in his presence. The past rigidity you felt melting away as Gojo put in more and more effort.

Your dinners were less lonely than before, now consisting of talking about each other’s days. He asked about your day with a genuine curiosity and followed up about ‘that one curse that looked like elvis’ among other topics. Gojo had even managed to make you laugh multiple times per meal. And for the first time in a while, it hadn’t felt forced.

But what really brought everything home was the day you came up to his office during lunch instead of eating with Shoko, bento box in hand.

“Don’t forget to eat, Toru,” you placed the box on his desk.

He blinked up at you, his surprise quickly melting into a warm smile that made your heart flutter as if you were falling for him all over again.

“Thank you, sweet girl.”

And to an extent, you were falling in love with him all over again.

Gojo went out of his way to be present in your life, even in the smallest moments. Every morning that he didn’t have a mission, he would wake you up with plates of fluffy pancakes or scrambled eggs and your favorite tea.

But it wasn’t just the gestures that made a difference. It was the small moments- the way he’d reach for your hand subconsciously, the way he’d text you during missions to check in and update you, the way he’d sit next to you in the evenings even when you were both too tired to talk.

One night, as the rain slid down the windows, he turned to you in bed. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He reached out, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. For a moment, you stiffened before melting into him, your head resting against his chest.

“You’re warm,” you said softly. “Yeah?” “I missed this,”  you hummed against his chest. “Me too.”

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IM FINALLY DONE WITH TWITTER!! who cheered?

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No Rest For The Wicked

In which you and Shoko forego sleep

Content: 18+ mdni, pure porn, female!reader, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, fingering, slight nipple play, tribbing, overstimulation, not proofread

“Right there, princess,” Shoko laughs. 

You’ve got your head between her legs, pushing her thighs up, feeling the plush flesh pudge in your hands. Licking a stripe from her hole to her clit, you flatten your tongue against her entire slit. She grips your hair.

Her pussy is soaked, dribbling more juice than you can keep up with, but you sure are trying. She tastes so sweet and you’re lapping up her essence, eager to drink more and hear those breathy moans escape her. 

“Suck my clit,” she orders. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

You wrap your lips around the small bud and suction your mouth, sucking it in short bursts. She pulls at your hair, back arching off the bed. Then you kitten lick her clit, pushing the hood away as you give it all your attention. Glancing up, you see her play with her tits, one hand squeezing and the other pinching and pulling. 

Through the haze of pleasure, you let go of one her thighs, sliding them down to your own pussy and circling your own clit the way you’re doing to her. You’re just as soaked as she is, you’re leaving a stain on the sheets and your thighs are sticky. But that’s for later, right now you’re spoiling your girlfriend. 

With that same hand covered in your own juice, you bring it up to her pussy, spreading the wetness against hers, moaning at the feeling of her coating your hand and your chin. Her scent is going straight to your head, making you lightheaded, and you slurp at her clit again to show her just how much she’s driving you crazy. And then you’re pushing two fingers in, slow and methodical, letting her get used to the stretch.

Shoko chuckles, “Did your fingers get longer or do I need more sleep?”

“You need more sleep regardless, Sho,” you fire back, punctuating the end of your sentence by curling your digits and pushing hard at the spongy spot inside her walls. 

“Fuck! Again!”

So, you do it again and again, sucking and humming against her clit, letting the vibrations jolt through her. You’re thrusting your fingers now, her juice soaking your hand and pooling under her ass. And you can tell she’s about to cum, can feel her walls clench and hole flutters around your fingers. 

Pushing your head impossibly closer, she barks, “Keep -ha- going, baby. I’m so close.”

With one last curl of your fingers and one last suck, she’s exploding on your face, shrieks of pleasure filling the room. A wave of cream floods your mouth and you’re swallowing and guzzling all that she’s giving you, pumping your fingers continuously to ride her through her orgasm. 

“That feel good, Sho?” You tease.

“So good, princess. So fucking good,” she’s trying to catch her breath, laughing every couple second as she gets her bearings. “Come up here, let’s feel good together.”

You crawl up, being sure to brush her tits with yours, taking a second to let your nipples kiss hers the way she likes, and she moans, grabbing the back of your head to kiss you. Well, it’s much less a kiss and more of a sloppy clash of lips. She’s licking her essence off your chin and around your mouth, pushing her tongue into your mouth and you’re sharing each other’s tastes. 

Then her thigh pushes in between yours, bumping into your pussy and you gasp. Grinding down on her leg, you moan into the kiss, pinching her nipple as a payback for her surprise attack. 

“You’re drenching my thigh, sweets,” she points out, lips dragging down your neck and she sucks at the sensitive skin there.

You need more. 

With shaky hands, you push her legs apart, situating your own over them, clutching a thigh to your chest. You sit down and moan simultaneously when you feel her wetness mix yours. 

Both of your pussies are swampy messes, steaming and overflowing. You gyrate your hips, spreading the combined juices all over yourself, desperate to feel as much of her possible. Then your clit bumps into her and your eyes meet as you both shriek. She grabs your hips and slams you down onto her, clit kissing, and you’re losing yourself to the pleasure. Shoko’s kneading your ass, pulling you harder against her writhing pelvis, cunts sliding together in a mixing layer of your flowing pussy juices. 

“God, I love fucking you like this,” she groans, hips raising to meet yours. You whimper, fingers digging into her tits to keep yourself steady and then you bend down to steal another feverish kiss, tongues fighting. “This beautiful pussy is driving me crazy.”

Your hips are slapping against each other, juices flying and splashing your thighs with every punishing thrusts. You’re breathing heavily, like all the air’s left the room. Sitting back up, you slam down hard against Shoko’s pussy, howling together as your clits were crushed between you two. 

Both of you are rocking your hips frantically, broken moans filling the room, and you’re clutching her thigh with one arm whilst the other kneads her tit. 

“Fuck!” Shoko cried. She pushes herself up on her arms, trying to steady herself so she can pump her hips against you just as good as she’s getting. You’re both groaning and crying in pure pleasure, grunting and squealing every time your clits ground against each other. “Are you -ngh- close? Wanna cum with you, baby.”

“Yes, Sho. I’m almost there.”

The mattress is squeaking under both of your weights and ferocious fucking, and you have to dive a hand between of you, rubbing your clit and letting your knuckles brush against hers.

“FUCK, YESSSSSS,” Shoko screams, back lifting into a delicious arch. Her nails dig into your ass, tightening her hold as she holds you still against her gyrating hips, desperate to ride out her orgasm. 

Her grinding drives you over the edge too and you howl just before you bite into her calf. Juices are spewing from your gaping cunts and drenching your thighs. Her nipples are throbbing against your palms and you’re both spasming against each other. 

When your orgasm subsides, you fall backwards, head hanging off the bed and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, clutching your tits to steady yourself. “Shit, that was so good. Sho, my pussy’s still throbbing.”

Your eyes widen and you look down. Shoko’s diving between your legs and sucking your still sensitive clit like a madwoman. You scream trying to push her head again, but she only thrusts her fingers inside, satisfying that itching desire to be filled as a warning. 

“Gotta give back as good as I got, don’t I, princess?” She winks as she sucks at your clit. “Lay back and let me do the work. And then we’re getting the strap out, okay?”

Your head falls back, and you laugh.

You’re in for a long night.