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at least once in your relationship dazai has snuck you into the port mafia towers for the sole purpose of fucking you on chuuya’s desk.

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i’m not sitting in beel’s lap right now and that’s criminal.

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chuuminn’s baby girl has chuuya’s hair colour with my curls

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i need tiger hybrid!sukuna to just come and lie on me

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If I suddenly start posting about JJK one day please know it's @chuuminn 's fault because she dangled this fine man in front of me and he and I are actually frantically making out as I type this

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IT JUST OCCURRED TO ME TO CROCHET + CROSS STITCH A CHUUYA JUMPER

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some silly guys i’ve made recently !!

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chuuminn snuggles by @foreveryeta

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Akutagawa Ryuunosuke x Plus Size!Reader. WC: 0.5k. dividers by cafekitsune. proofread while tired. if you're below 18, i don't want you here

Between heated kisses Akutagawa had been the first one to take a seat on the couch, hoping you would follow and settle your body on top of his. Only to find with half mind —his top priority being kissing you— that you opted to sit on your haunches beside him.

“Sit on me.”

You pull away from him with a single nervous chuckle falling from your lips. “Are you aware of what you're asking?”

“Yes,” chasing your mouth while the word still travels on his lips.

“I'm far heavier than you.”

“I know, sit on me.”

As if you were in a tennis match, you're quick either to reject or change the subject, in a futile attempt to distract him of one of the things he has been wanting to feel for longer than he can remember: your body on top of him.

It had been going on a while, since your relationship didn't even had a label yet and you're aware that his patience might run out.

Sighing, you drape one of your legs across his so your knees are on each of his hips and you hover over him, not completely sat; meeting him halfway, you decide.

If it were for Akutagawa, he would never stop kissing you, aside from the respite his lungs often demand him. However he must do so now.

“Please.”

His eyes fall on your face —a look known to be violent by most but turns soft towards you— that's when he notices the fearful look on your face.

“I don't wanna break you,” said barely above a whisper, saddened that if you did the only outcome could be harming the one you love most.

“You won't.”

Still sensing unease from you, he takes both of your hands and kisses your knuckles, repeating his words— he would speak them all the times you needed to hear them.

“You won't break me. Please.” Emphasizing the last word with a kiss to the back of your hand.

Your body feels stiff as you lower yourself into him, yet the moment you search for discomfort on his face and find yourself empty handed, said tension dissipates.

With the fog of insecurity gone and your crotch against his, you can feel his erection through your clothes.

“Ryuu!,” you gasp as you wrap your arms around his neck, muttering against his waiting lips “How long have you been like that?”

“A while”. In truth, he had been hard since the first kisses you gave him, putty in your hands from the moment you pulled him towards you by the waistline of his pants.

His hands settle on your waist and move lower, upwards, fondling everywhere he can; feeling at last the weight of your body on top of his is even better than whatever he could have expected and he wants more.

“If you start to feel uncomf—ah! uncomfortable just tell me.”

“Not a chance.”

Eagerly, Akutagawa guides the circular movements of your hips, while getting lost in your sounds and the way your bodies move in sync, he gives you adoring kisses everywhere he can.

Grinding at a pace that does wonders for both, if the combined whining and panting are anything to go by, it doesn't take long for both of you to climax, embracing one another as close as you can.

if you got all the way here, consider a reblog, those are really cool, y'know? 👀 and as always please don't plagiarize, copy paste and change fandom, repost, feed to AI, recommend on other social media or claim as yours.

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“what’s the best thing you’ve ever stolen ?”

“i’m beginning to think i haven’t stolen it yet”

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Discord has added generative AI features to servers.

Here are THREE THINGS you need to do today.

1️⃣ YOUR SERVER

Go into server settings -> roles -> Default permissions

Search for "external apps" and disable it

2️⃣ YOUR FEEDBACK

Access Discord support -> https://support.discord.com/hc/en-us/requests/new

Go into Help & Support > Feedback/New Feature Request

Denounce generative AI and request the feature be removed. Bring up privacy concerns for yourself, your data, and for minors.

You will get an automatic reply to this request- PLEASE REPLY TO THE EMAIL TO PUSH IT TO THE TEAM or else it will get discarded.

3️⃣ ON MOBILE

Access your app store

Leave a 1 star review and publicly denounce generative AI and Discord's use of it

Reblog this to spread the word, I'm tired of the enshittification of the things I use in my day to day life.

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the sun may be a little intense sometimes but it’s the only way she knows how to love

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ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a nanami kento fic / drabble

cw: nanami kento x reader, a little suggestive maybe, established relationship, fluff, nanami is a green flag but he's just a man, light jealousy / posessiveness, crack, based off this (instagram link). gojo ver here

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"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." 

Kento’s not the type to aimlessly scroll on his phone --- he prefers to be in the present, not deplete “his reserves of dopamine” too quickly, but right now he’s bored. You’ve yet to come from work---you’d texted him you were running late, buying some groceries---so Kento’s laid on the couch looking at his phone. Even though he hates using social media and the rabbit holes that result from said use, he answers your reels and TikToks religiously. After all, he values everything you have to say, even though they are a bit silly.

But just before he could respond to the baby fever videos you sent him----he does have to admit, it’s a bit cute---his screen auto scrolls onto the next piece of 30-second content, and with that, he’s hooked, observing the slots of rankings the filter auto generates for the guy on his screen.

For a bit, he multitasks on looking at the video and reading the comments, then frowns at how possessive they seem. 

catcher hug is 1000 bodies 😭😭

No one is hugging my girl

PUT EVERYTHING AT 11 CUH

a/n lmaoo these are real comments on the link above honestly i love when men are pathetic

Surely, it can’t be that bad … right?

Kento prides himself on being an emotionally mature and secure man. It’s not to say he doesn’t have his own flaws, but while it seems the rest of his gender has fallen to the gym bro gurus and alpha male podcast bros, he’s involved himself in constant communication with you and makes sure to educate himself. 

And yet. He doesn’t know he’s going to almost be on the brink of tears as he opens the filter to try it out by himself.

The filter shuffles, presenting the first option: A back hug.

Kento exhales sharply through his nose, eyes narrowing slightly. He doesn’t immediately react, but there’s a flicker of something in his gaze. He ranks it a nine.

Then, the next: A slow dance hug.

His jaw tightens. The thought of you in someone else’s arms, swaying under dim lights, your cheek resting against another man’s chest—it’s enough to make something unpleasant curl in his stomach. Ten.

The filter shuffles again. One-armed hug. He sighs through his nose, rubbing his temple. Three. Acceptable. Barely.

e waits, trying to keep his thoughts level, but when the next option rolls in, his grip on his phone tightens. A slow catcher hug.

His face is blank. He blinks once. Twice.

Then, a deep, audible sigh fills the room as he drags a hand down his face, thumb and forefinger pressing against the bridge of his nose.

The image is unwelcome, vivid—someone else catching you, your legs wrapping around their waist, the ease, the familiarity.

His phone clatters onto his chest, and he stares at the ceiling. The muscles in his jaw are taut, his lips pressed in a firm line. A moment passes. Then another.

And that’s how you find him—lying on the couch, stiff as a board, staring blankly upwards like he’s contemplating the meaning of life itself.

“Sweetheart?” you call, stepping closer. You set down your groceries, taking in his unusually tense form. He doesn’t immediately acknowledge you, just continues his thousand-yard stare.

“What’s wrong?” you press, now more concerned. “Are you feeling sick?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, still staring at the ceiling. Then, in a voice that’s a little too measured, he finally speaks.

“If another man so much as thinks about catching you in his arms, I’ll break both of them.”

You freeze. Blink.

“… What?”

Finally, he turns his head to look at you, eyes dark and serious, but there’s something almost resigned in his expression—like he knows he’s being ridiculous but can’t bring himself to care. You’re surprised at the turn of events to---it’s unlike him to be so…possessive and droopy. It’s actually really cute---he reminds you uncharacteristically of a wet, droopy dog.

“I don’t like that filter.” His voice is calm, but his fingers twitch slightly where they rest on his stomach. “I don’t like thinking about other men touching you.”

It’s so unlike him—so openly possessive—that you’re momentarily stunned into silence. Then, amusement bubbles up in your chest.

“Did you just get jealous over a TikTok filter?” you tease, stepping closer.

He exhales, slow and long, closing his eyes briefly before muttering, “I was curious. I regret it.”

You bite back a smile, reaching down to brush your fingers against his jaw. He leans into the touch, almost instinctively, before sighing again.

“You’re the only one I want to touch me, Kento.” you reassure, and his lips finally quirk at the edges—barely, but it’s there.

“I know,” he says, voice softer now. “But if I ever see a man standing with his arms open around you…” He exhales one final time, shaking his head before murmuring, “… I can fight.”

You giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek before moving to put away the groceries, leaving him lying there, still brooding.

As you walk away, you hear him mutter under his breath, just loud enough to catch:

“Slow catcher hug… ridiculous.”

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a/n first time writing for nanami kinda nervous :') i have def areas to improve upon but for the meantime pls accept this <3 thank you for the req cutie !! @girlyuuta choso ver is going to come too :3

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~ Time Passes ~

The Old Valentine's Comic in full~

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i have a freckle on the inside of my left forearm and sometimes it jumpscares me :(((

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arguing with a man while the only thing between you and falling on your ass is his hands supporting your ass and your legs wrapped around his waist in true brat fashion