#but oh my god I am. so so sore now.
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Decided to take a bath after doing yoga again cause it was so good the last time and also idk like work sucked today and I deserve it
And I decided to do my favorite video which is. Deep hip stretches. For the first time in like,,,, a year. Anyway there’s a lot of stairs between my living room and the bath tub and I feel like a baby deer-
#nsfwitchytalks#old woman yells at cloud#like am I satisfied????#yes. very.#the yoga session was good#I felt v grounded and centered like more so than usual#but oh my god I am. so so sore now.#and VERY shaky
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Yesssssss guess who just learned how to swap usb cords between mice tonight? That's right mate, we are unstoppable now. So you go ahead and discontinue the best mouse ever fucking made, Logitech, that's fine; I'm just going to ship-of-theseus my babies forever and you can't stop me.
#oh my gods it is so amazing having a mouse that doesn't disconnect every time i breathe#i don't think i let myself realize quite HOW much of a problem it had become#(because i did not DID NOT want to have to find a new different type of mouse to use after TWENTY FUCKING YEARS thanks)#(and if i just pretended that it was fine then IT WAS FINE AND I COULD JUST KEEP USING MY DYING MICE LA LA LA)#but! now it is FIXED and it WORKS and i am UNSTOPPABLE#my fingers are very sore (sewing tools are not made for opening usb connector pins but they will work in a pinch!) but i don't care#BECAUSE MY MOUSE IS FUCKING WORKING AGAIN HELL YEAH#i can wiggle all around or get up and make tea or pee or what-the-fuck-ever and not have to worry that when i come back my mouse won't work#BECAUSE IT IS JUST FUCKING WORKING HAHAHA THIS IS GREAT#gonna do the other mouse tomorrow i think HECK YEAH#computers#technology#logitech trackman marble#mice#me#TRIUMPH#(i might be a LITTLE BIT excited shhhhh)
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a look into my sick twisted akechi mind
song: Machine Girl – うずまき (UZUMAKI)
#FLASHING#FLASHING WARNING#CW FLASHING#FLASH WARNING#loud#loud warning#cw screaming#like oh my god sensory warning legitimately SORRY#i like overwhelming sensory stuff like this but i get super worried abt putting proper warnings on it myself#epilepsywarning#eye sore#neons#glitch#flickering#strobing#eye strain#flashing image#ok that's as thorough as i can be w/ looking up the tags i can add#now uhhh#wooly editz#goro akechi#persona 5#persona#gorbo#i cant upload this vid on twitter bc it crunches it badly and i have already uploaded it onto yt#and uhh..yeah sure I'll upload onto tumblr at 2-3 am in the morning then pass out again#i was gonna add more to this vid but i dont think im ever going to get around to doing the whole song segment i planned to use#so I'm uploading it as is#actually tumblr crunches it too :/... oh well
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augh i need to get a new phone, and i need to give my doctor a form so i can get accommodations for the GRE, and i need to contact people for letters of recommendation, and i need to get my car smogged, and i need to make an appointment for a sleep study, and i need to get a livescan done like three months ago, and i need to fill out a thing for my master gardener project, and i need to scout out areas that are safe and legal to shoot some arrows and also maybe make a lesson with the local range to clean up my form, and i need to reach out to some local falconers so i can flush game for them and whatever and be best friends forever, and also get ear drops again for my recurring double ear infections lmao, and probably about 400 other things.
sigh. what if i... didn't.
#and what if i went to sleep under a shrub and made myself a little nest with brush and pine needles instead#i started whittling and oh my god my hand is so sore lmao#and i can't get a handle on how to sharpen this fuckin knife#this is unrelated to my various woes but i am simply having a nice time making a camel out of a block of wood :)#FINALLY picked up a rotary tool recently so i guess i could sand off some material and then carve more of the detail but that feels wrong#guy who doesn't have a bandsaw voice or whatever lmao#and now i can also make some lockpicks :)#also my doctor was like yeah i talked to some other guys at my clinic vaguely about your case and#they were all like why aren't you using [MEDICATION THAT INSURANCE IS FIGHTING US TO THE DEATH OVER NOT APPROVING] :)#cool maybe this sleep study will be enough effort on our part to push them to give me the Being Awake medication#the Gulf War Fighter Pilot medication#only so far that Panera Lemonade That Kills You can carry me you know?#everything feels impossible but also if i'm not forever occupying myself with these things i want to be dead lmao#prattling about the self
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les mis fics always get me because les amis are just so. close. they all love each other so much and it’s so normal and so not a big deal i just want to sob
#like for example in you dance dreams (my fav) r lives with j/b/m#and they all just love each other so much and it’s not even weird that r lives with them he never feels excluded or lesser because he’s not#in the polycule and they want him there just the same and they LOVE him and he loves them and oh god i’m going to wail#or. another time floréal is like ‘now tell me how good i am at pole dancing so i can forget how sore i am’#and grantaire happily spends the rest of the walk home complimenting her in increasingly flowery ways#like. god. i am so jealous of r in this fic FUCKKKK#lu.txt#les mis
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jumpscared by least favorite seasonal chore
#I THOUGHT WE WERE JUST LEAVING IT THIS YEAR SINCE IT WAS SO LATE. FUCK THE GRASS IT'S SHITTY GRASS#it's almost xmas why did you not rake the yard while i was um. not around#IT SUCKS OKAY. I"M NOT A TEAM PLAYER#ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND MANDATORY POINTLESS YARDWORK#it hurts my back and my joints and it takes me forever and it's always stupid bright outside and i hate kicking the rakes and it's never#good enough because if i'm raking the yard it should be perfect right?? it always turns into a 3 day thing and the yard isn't even that big#we just all suck at it except for my dad so he spends the whole time being like well why don't you just do it this way. dad i CANT that's#why i'm doing it my way. it's shittier but it's Possible and yours is not. bruhgh i hate raking the yard sorry that's all#i am feeble and sore and i hate moving please don't make me do this#he's like why do you sit on the ground to scrape the leaves into the bags girl what else do you want me to do. i can barely do the dishes#without sitting sometimes and you want me to rake for 6 hours??? what?????#look i know this is mostly trivial but it sucks okay. fuck my stupid baka life#i have been exactly this bitter about such chores my whole life and im not stopping now. i hate being made to do stuff on a whim that hurts#me for an entire day when i wasn't expecting it okay. i feel like that's a normal response adults are allowed to have even though children#are not. something something children's autonomy etc#and honestly i just hate being in my yard doing manual labor in full view. you should not be able to see me moving around what ew gross#(<- super weird about being perceived doing anything physical) (<- hates being seen moving awkwardly and so anything but small practiced#movements are just. agh. unless they're silly and i can make them smoother but like exertion? No. oh my god i hate that)#shit like oh i don't wanna put a bra on bc that's uncomfy but what if my neighbors ogle me while they drive past i don't want that#just some gangly twink failing a basic task in the clumsiest way possible and fucking all their joints at the same time. sucks. hate#(<- man i don't even feel right EATING around people for the most part like. you want me to RAKE?? movement is a performance and you put me#up there with no rehearsal no script nothing just the wikipedia page for hamlet. i can't do this all of a sudden. what. what)#(<- i just. waughhUAGHH i hate it so so much i don't like it okay. for reasons that are yet to be diagnosed)#(<- no body language is natural to me so it must be practiced to feel natural AND YOURE PUTTING ME ON THE SPOT. IT FEELS WEIRD)#aughh. if i had the leaves on a table and a chair or something i'd be better. not great but better. but all the bending over and crouching#and scooping and getting leaves under my gloves and the scary scuttly bugs and scraping myself on the branches mixed in on accident i just#do not like it. gross#ugh at least now i have wireless earbuds. used to yank out my corded ones with the rakes pretty regularly and Oh Boy Did That Not Improve M#Situation There like. whewwww#and my dad's always like hey i know we're starting late (it's past noon here) but ummm i'd really appreciate it if we could really push
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oh yeah i have important things to do. perfect time to immediately gain a new hobby, seven novel ideas, two character concepts, approximately fifteen ideas for art, and also time to clean everything
#feather speaks#exam study hell means time to make concepts#i do not need to reorganise my life right now. next week after wednesday? sure! fine! but now????#no#anyway i am a normal regular abled person with no problems physical or mental <- lying#oh my god i am so so so tired and sore and my brain feels like mush#i have been so so ill recently and this is the perfect time for it#right before two three hour exams
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#oh god. now that i have polls u have no idea how hard it is to resist making: what should i draw polls#bc i have so many things i wanna draw constantly and im terrible at making choices#bc i wanna draw the process of a dragon embryo growing in an egg#i wanna draw something pajama sam related. i have so so so many narut0 things i wanna draw#and bc im a lil crazy everything also has to fit in with my prompt book bc ive had it for like 3 years and havent completed them all yet#also everytime someone reblogs my j3rma scribbles im like. more j3rma. i wanna draw the meat grinder rant lmao#bc i was so proud of that face lol. hes so hard to draw.#ugh but narut0 world building. ugh but practicing drawing things im bad at. ugh but im sitting in the lab right now and need to get to work#sigh... too much. too many choices. and my body is sore idk y. i mean. prob from doing too much but whatever#i woke up at 5 and now im wired#also my dad called me this morning and its so funny talking to him bc our brains work in v similar ways#so im like. stop. y r u me? its bc hes also an anxious freak haha hes a good dad tho#just cursed with the genes that made me the unwell mess that i am. ah well we cant have it all#unrelated#lol me at ppl with j3rma icons: let me feed u scribbles#ay my brain is so scattered lmao
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the kids :-)
#it looks much nicer if u click it i swear#myart#gl:ex#sue#gaston#stella#kelly#bow#dhestyn#marky#this took me a stupid amount of time oh my god#i've never drawn the entire group before#& i am never doing it again#but it was definitely worth doing once#they're so cute!!!#lil babies!!!!!!!!!#um. my arms hurt. i'm literally sore from drawing. DRAWING.#idk what to do w myself now#this has been my life for 3 consecutive days............
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sdfhsdkjh all I want to know is. how does anyone stock shelves fast
#ouhhhh I am so sore. I like being a cashier the best I like talking to the customers they're all nice and I get to hype them up all the time#but I'm so so ooo o o o o slow and bad at stocking..... I feel bad about it sdkjfhsdjk#not for the company's sake they're having us push like 4 different things now but bc I want to make things easier for the people to find#and like. we keep being out of stock of things in the back but I haven't done any of the shipment days yet so I'm like only familiar with#areas I've already restocked and like it's Such a small stockroom so I keep thinking I'm just not looking hard enough#and like the OTHER thing is that the. oh thank god it's shipment day tomorrow we can restock stuff. but the .#I'm not getting enough hours as a stocker to actually learn everything I've only been here a few weeks and like.... only a few shifts#not a lot of hours in general but like pleaseeeee I just. need some more time to learn let me learnnnnn 😭😭😭#OR just stick me on cashiering all day all night all around you know?? that's the fun part that doesn't hurt my joints anyways
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@thirteenmyspacegirl
Tumblr cut my tags but um Im not finished actually so Tags Part Two Ellectric Boogaloo ↓
#okay sooooooo where did I stop#okay the experience didn't TRAUMATIZE me but it was funny because I was just trying to think about Anything Else to distract myself#and my brain was like wellllll what do you like what brings you comfort and I was like uhh doctor who steven universe kombis lighthouses#and this sort of stuff#so my brain was like oh cool so doctor who huh? what were the ladt episodes you watched?? oh yeah the one with the pirates lol wouldn't it-#- be funny if they fucking drowned lol#and I was like NO!!!!!!! NO DROWNING!!!!!!!!!!! SKIP DOCTOR WHO!!!! NEXT!#and then brain was like so yea steven universe am I right they live in the beach fucking city wouldn't it be funny if there was an episode-#-in which they all fell to the sea and lol wait there WERE episodes like that I think so funny lol#and then I was like PLEASE PLEASE NO BEACH NO SEA NEXT COMFORT THING GO#brain was like well you know where you find the biggest concentrations of the so called 'hippie' volkswagen furgons known as kombis?#and I was like oh god it's the beach#and don't even GET ME STARTED on the lighthouses#so yea now everything I seeked just reminded me of my miserable experience and this sucks because all the mentioned stuff fucking rule!!#and I was a sad little sore creature going to sleep without thinking of#well#anything#because all made me more miserable#I'm not sure how I slept that night#it's been a week I think#anyway how are you babe how you doin#news from the horsies?
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exercised properly for the first time yesterday and it feels like death is coming for me today
#oh my GOD#im actually sore and i didnt even do that much how weak am i. 😭#but ik i have to in order to like stay healthy and shit#plus im so WEAK bhai like its not even funny cant continue like this#following random youtube tutorials 💪🏼#anyways will try and stick to it now
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Today I wrote about 900 words \o/ But only 100 of those were in the thing I wanted to add words to :( And most of them are in the wrong chapter. :( :(
#i know i need to finish the next AU chapter - just today i thought “they've been stuck mid-shag for ages. her legs must be sore by now”#but it's okay! fictional characters don't experience the flow of time when they're not being written! i assume!#i also thought “oh for fuck's sake stop wangsting [sic] about your illegitimate wean” oh no i am sick of the main plotline!!!#look as long as this next chapter is posted before march of next year i won't have broken my “longest time stuck between chapters” record#this is why many people don't read WIPs isn't it?#one scene requires the main characters to talk about their feelings for each other - URGH!!!#(but everyone who was worrying about how far AU!Sylvie is just in this for the sperms can relax as you will FIND OUT in chapter 5!)#(also i'm pretending it's making An Ironic Statement that i wrote fic about the woes of historical queens and she's not the PoV character)#(but actually i just didn't want to have to write lots of pregnancy stuff. this way i can lock her in a darkened room for much of that)#(oh god i'm so sorry AU!Sylvie the Confinement thing seemed like a good idea at the time... well no it always seemed fucked up. but.)#(and! chapter 6 makes things a bit clearer about what Unspecified Tasks AU!Loki has been doing off-screen. clue: it involves knives.)#(chapter 7 will be Mostly Filth but also a Shocking Cliffhanger!)#(and chapter 8 brings The Ending! gosh what a thrilling ride lies ahead when/if i actually finish writing this story! stay tuned!)#but no i'm gonna go now and see if i can at least get her legs into a more comfortable position#the sylki au that got longer and wronger#don't believe the hype#fic related
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i don’t think i’ve ever felt this deranged in my entire life
can't get you out of my head
member | fwb!vernon x f reader genre | smut, like a little tiny bit of angst? with a happy ending word count | 2.4k synopsis | so what if calling your fuck buddy every other day is a little excessive? maybe you're just in love with him. smut warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, lots and lots of kissing, some dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, begging warnings | vernon is called hansol - i don't usually do that but just go with it; vernon is kind of a sweetheart tbh this ended up being pretty soft notes | june is back !! i've really been struggling to write these past few months so i'm actually super proud that i was able to sit down and write this as fast as i did. i can't promise another fic anytime soon or any kind of consistent uploads, but i hope you enjoy this meager offering! thanks for the support even while i've been gone :) also this is based on a dream i had about vernon the other day and i could not stop thinking about it it was driving me crazy, so everyone say thank you to my brain or the sandman or whoever put that idea in my dreams because this fic is a result of it. if there are mistakes pls ignore i wrote this at 2am
the thing you remember most about hansol is his lips.
the first time you kissed him was like opening a door to a world you'd never known existed. your past hookups had been terrible kissers, or even worse—hadn't even tried to kiss you at all. you were sick of the boring, underwhelming sex with men who couldn't care less if you got off or not. but some god or being in the universe must've been looking out for you, because finding hansol was nothing short of a miracle.
it was so good, you weren't even that embarrassed when you'd desperately texted him a couple of nights later, practically begging him to come over and fuck you again. he was burned into your brain, the feeling of his mouth locked with yours seared so deep in your memory you couldn't erase him if you tried, but it wasn't exactly like you wanted to.
he hadn't explicitly said you would only be a one night stand, but you usually didn't hang around the same guy for too long, and he didn't really seem like the commitment type anyway. but when you find something this good, you don't let it go, and somehow you both knew that whatever this was, it was too good to pass up on.
so it wasn't really a surprise when you found yourself on his couch, straddling his lap in the late hours of the night for the third time this week.
like you remembered, his lips were warm and soft, his cheek brushing against yours as you melted into him. you could kiss him for hours and not notice the time passing at all, so focused on the rhythm of his mouth working you up more than anything you'd done with man you'd slept with before.
the heat of his hands resting on your hips sends shivers up and down your spine, unconsciously arching towards him as his tongue pushes into your mouth.
one gentle hand travels carefully up beneath your shirt, tracing the skin of your stomach before stopping at your breast, your heartbeat racing beneath his palm.
your breath is hot on his cheek as you readjust your position, slipping your knees onto either side of his hips and sinking down to straddle his lap. your clothed cunt throbs as he presses his bulge against the inside of your thigh, and you don't hold back the open-mouthed moan that escapes you as his other hand quickly reaches up to angle your jaw and guide your lips back to his.
you push your hips down a little harder on him and his nails dig into your breast. his grip tightens a little as his hips cant up against you, desperate for more pressure against his strained cock.
your eyelids flutter as his other hand tilts your chin upwards, finally breaking away from your mouth only to reattach his lips at the base of your jaw. his tongue laves over your skin before he starts to suck, and you shiver when he pulls back and cold air hits the wet patch of spit on your neck.
you have to focus hard not to drool when you open your eyes and catch a glimpse of his face, lust-glazed eyes staring up at you through his long, thick lashes, his intense gaze fixed on you.
if you ever get past this weird in-between stage of talking but not talking, maybe you'll tell him how jealous you are of his beautiful, natural eyelashes. if you ever actually get to have a conversation with him outside of calling to hook up, maybe you'll tell him how nice his lips are. you'll tell him how soft his hands are and how he's by far the best person you've ever slept with, leaps and bounds better than all the rest, and—
before you fully realize what's happening, you feel your shirt being pulled over your head and hansol's lips have made their way down to your chest. without a sound his hands roam your body, fingers drawing invisible lines over your bare skin and leaving trails of goosebumps with every touch.
he doesn't talk much during sex, or maybe you just don't know each other well enough yet for him to have much to say. aside from the way he occasionally murmurs about how perfect you are — an oddly intimate thing to say to someone who's just a friend with benefits, but coming from him it sounds so casual — the only words you ever get out of him are curses and whimpered pleas.
the only words he ever gets out of you are shamelessly begging him, please kiss me again, please, hansol; and you're always too far gone to care about how whiny you sound, because you need his lips on you so fucking bad you think you might just die without them. but he always obliges, quickening the speed of his thrusts and wrapping his arms around you tighter so he can kiss you deeper, until your lips are numb and you can still feel the weight of him holding you even hours after he's gone.
so maybe you do have a teeny tiny crush on hansol. anyone in their right mind would, and when he's finished with you tonight you're sure you won't have much mind left to even think about it. certainly this is a problem for another day, a day when you'll inevitably call him again so he can make you lose your mind all over again and you won't have to think about how much you like him, and you'll continue like that for who knows how long.
maybe he'll get bored of you, or find someone else, or move to another city too far for you to justify travelling for a relationship that isn't even a relationship…
… but then he lets out a little groan and you fall back into reality, the reality where you've been making out with him for the past half hour and he quietly but confidently lets you know if he doesn't get his dick out soon he's definitely going to cum in his pants and not only will it make him look like a loser but he also won't get to fuck you, which is the whole reason you asked him to meet up tonight, right?
well, yeah, you guess, but a part of you knows there's more to it than that. but that's not really a conversation for right now.
you lean down to press another chaste kiss against those lips that you can't stop thinking about, and your fingers pull his t-shirt over his head before finding their way down to the button at the top of his jeans.
you've had his cock inside you more times than you think you deserve, but still your stomach bubbles with excitement as he lifts his hips and shimmies out of his pants, the outline against his briefs more than enough to make your mouth water before he slips those off, too.
for tonight, you're the recipient of his undivided attention. you alone get to have him and his perfect cock all to yourself; maybe not forever, but for right now, and that's all you really need.
he presses his hand against his bulge, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you stand up from his lap to kick off your pants and underwear.
you must have been taking too long for his liking, though, because as soon as you're fully nude his hands tug impatiently at your waist and pull you back down onto him.
he lets out a heavy sigh, the head of his cock pressed deliciously against your clit as you start to rock your hips back and forth.
but before long his hands bring you to a stop and he lets out his usual string of pleas to let him fuck you, and now it's your turn to sigh in relief as he pushes into you, the stretch so natural like he was the only one who was made to sit you on his lap.
he doesn't move right away. he never moves right away, whether to give you a chance to adjust or maybe because he himself can't handle the feeling. either way, you always struggle to take in a shaky breath as your walls flutter around him, perfectly thick and long that you could probably cum untouched like this if you sat there for long enough.
but as badly as you want to never move and let him cockwarm you for hours, he always eventually moves.
he starts out slow, just a few inches at a time, a gentle in and out that's almost romantic until you feel like you can breathe normally again— right before he knocks the breath out of you, increasing his pace until the room is filled with the loud sounds of skin against skin.
he always fucks you like it's been months since he's came, even though you know for a fact it was last thursday and all over your stomach. all you can do now is hang onto his broad shoulders for dear life, nails scratching helplessly at his muscles as he carries you up and over the edge, pushing you into the first of many orgasms tonight.
sometimes he'll make a comment about how wet you get when he fucks you like this, rough and fast as he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow. and that's when you'll agree, yes you love it so much, yes he's so good, yes you need more and please, please keep going.
if it were anyone else they'd probably smirk at that, satisfied with the momentary boost to their ego. but that's what you love about hansol, is that he's not anyone else: he'll take those words and use them to somehow fuck you even rougher and even faster, so rough and so fast that sometimes tears will start to roll down your cheeks, and that's usually about when you start begging him to kiss you.
you can't help it. the way he bounces you so effortlessly on his cock, his lips parted and beads of sweat trickling down his neck, you need him bad. you want to be closer to him, closer than you know is physically possible but damn if you won't try anyway.
throwing your hands around his neck and falling against his chest, tears still streaming from your eyes as you plead with him, repeating his name over and over and over like you've lost your mind and he's the only thing left. in all honestly, maybe he is.
he quietly shushes you and tilts his chin up to capture your lips in the kiss you so badly crave, and it's everything you need and more and somehow still not enough but you can't think straight anymore when his cock is hitting you just right and his mouth is also just right and each vein, each curve, each ridge, drags perfectly along your walls and he's splitting you open and goddamn you are ruined for anybody else.
you feel like you're skirting in and out of consciousness when you cum again, squeezing around his cock so tight that even his powerful thrusts can't continue at their current pace.
it isn't long before he lets go too, holding you flush against his body as he fills you up, painting your insides white with a breathy moan, and in a weird way it makes you feel kind of proud.
you both sit there for a moment, panting as you start to come down.
without even standing up you already know your legs are jell-o, but you don't really have time to think about that as hansol lifts you off his lap and sets you carefully on the couch, leaving you with another kiss before he stands up and disappears down the hall, returning seconds later with a towel that looks suspiciously new.
you'd asked him about his bathroom towels last time you'd been over at his place. a mismatched collection of white and brown and aquamarine that he'd taken with him when he'd moved out of his parent's house, he said, he'd never really had a reason to buy a set of his own.
the grey cloth in his hand now that he uses to gently wipe between your legs is one you don't remember seeing.
he finishes and you want him to kiss you again, but you're too shy to ask now so he leaves you again with just a kind smile this time.
you've put most of your wrinkled clothes back on by the time he comes back. he offers to drive you home every time afterwards, but you always insisted you were fine, already feeling like you'd overstayed your welcome.
this time he doesn't offer, though, just quietly sits down next to you to pull on his own clothes until you're both fully dressed.
he speaks before the awkward silence has time to set in.
"have you been seeing anybody else?" he asks, and it's probably the longest sentence he's spoken to you outside of when he's fucking you.
it takes you a couple seconds to say no. god, you sound like a loser, but you couldn't lie to him. since the very first time with hansol the thought of seeing anyone besides him hadn't even crossed your mind. just like you thought; ruined.
it takes him a couple seconds to reply, too.
"good," he says, and you could almost swear his cheeks are pinker than usual as he admits that he hasn't been with anyone, either. "could we keep it that way?"
your breath catches a little. "yeah?"
"yeah," he answers. "whatever… this is, i like it. and i like you."
and just like that, things make sense.
"maybe, would you, y'know, wanna stay this time?" he asks, and you can't hide the grin on your face as you lean over and kiss him again, your answer evident in the way your hand falls against his warm chest and your fingers weave gently through his hair.
everything is so simple with hansol.
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#j recs.#vernon rec.#j’s favs.#lying in the dark with a hot water bottle over my sore belly feeling like absolute CHEEKS and I think smhow this has healed all my ailments#like i am a new woman right now#i might’ve just died & been reborn idk yet. will feed back.#THIS WAS SOOOOOO GOOD??????#stream of consciousness inbound im Very Sorry i just. have to yell about this oh god#I feel like. the kissing part. is so easy to skim over. I’m the worst for it I hate writing kissing scenes they’re so hard BUT I WOULD READ#5K OF THEM JUST MAKING OUT AND I WOULD NEVER WANT FOR ANYTHING FROM THIS WORLD AGAIN IM SO SERIOUS#the way reader is down So bad for just smooching him UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH ME WHEN#you write so so so so beautifully. like this wasn’t just insanely hot (it was that) (it was so very that) but it Felt Like a Brain Treat#sometimes I read things and peoples prose & their structuring scratches the itch so mf WELL and that’s this. this is that#I don’t have good words to use. I rly could not do this justice in a million years no matter how hard I tried.#but hi @ everyone you have GOTTA read this#oh I’m gna be thinking about him for weeks. it’s that serious.#thank u so much for this. it is lovely gorgeous beautiful wonderful mwah mwah mwah. I love it so much#1000000000000/10 <3
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#me? mentally ok?#absloutely not i got so sad about my son i just decided 2 be mute again and on top of that like-#i just decided 2 get railed and now im even more sore my body is dry and im like#missing friends and partners#like oh my god#i am doing *so* good (sarcasm)
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IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE! — GOJO SATORU
SYNOPSIS...you and gojo get into a fight after realizing that he’s been hiding something about your relationship the entire time
INFO...gojo x fem!reader, angsty, arguing, breaking up(?), not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
You slam the door to the penthouse, your heels clicking against the mahogany floors with each step. You toss your purse on the couch, hearing Gojo opening the front door and shutting it quickly. “Baby, please just listen to me.” He pleads, following after you.
“I don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuse, Satoru.” You roll your eyes, plopping down on the edge of the bed to relieve your sore feet of the heels you’ve been wearing all night to your boyfriends opening event he’s been planning for months now.
“I’m not trying to make excuses. Please.” He walks over towards you and toss your heel at him. “Stop throwing shit and just talk to me!”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” You stand to your feet, glaring daggers at him. “Do you know how embarrassing that was for me? God, you’re a fucking asshole.” You seethe, narrowing your eyes. “I sat there all alone, while you let some woman feel up on you the entire night? Are you out your fucking mind?” You scoff.
“She’s just an old friend, y/n. I swear I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He shakes his head at you, grabbing onto your arms tightly.
“Oh, yeah? So I when I came up and introduced myself as your girlfriend none of your friends were looking at me like I was crazy? I know we’ve been only together for a year, Satoru, but that’s fucking low.” You pull away from him. “They didn’t even know who I was. Then you got miss prissy bitch clearly flirting with you in front of me and you didn’t do a damn thing to stop it!” You brush past him, stomping over towards the bathroom.
“Slow down, y/n! Baby—”
“I’m not your fucking ‘baby’, Satoru.” You gather all of your products from the bathroom, from your makeup and skincare to your clothes and shampoo.
“Stop for just one second.” He spins you around so you’re facing him. “Don’t leave. I swear you’re the only girl for me. I know I fucked up, I know I did. I embarrassed you, made you look stupid and I am so fucking sorry. But please do not leave.” He cups your face gently and his touch feels so inviting, but you can’t forgive him that easily. “I only want you. I only need you.”
You look up at him through your lashes, swallowing thickly as you bite the inside of your cheek. “Should’ve thought about that when you let her kiss your cheek and you smiled at her. Right in front of me. Get the fuck off of me.” You push him, rushing to grab your bag from the closet.
Gojo lets out a tired sigh, following you. He wasn’t going to let you go. Not like this. “I shouldn’t have let her near me.”
“Why was she so comfortable with being that close to you, huh?” You question, furrowing your brows as you turn to look at him. “Now that I think about it. Let me guess, you two were more than just friends.” You stand to your feet, snatching your clothes off the hangers and shoving them into your bag. He looks at you, opening his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. And from the look in his eyes, you already knew the truth. A bitter laugh leaves your lips, shaking your head in disappointment.
“It was before you! Before us! We never dated it was just a small thing between me and her!” He tried to explain. “Baby, I swear! Once I met you, everything changed. I cut her off and focused all my attention on you. You’re the only who has my heart.” He grabbed your wrist only for you to pull away.
“Clearly I ain’t the only who who’s got your dick, though.” You slam the closet door shut, turning your back towards him.
“Don’t say that, y/n. That’s the first time I’ve seen her in years!”
“Yeah? Well all your friends sure know about her. She must’ve been great in bed, Satoru. Me? Well, they looked at me like I was a fucking ghost!” You scoff. “Like I was some delusional bitch who came up to you and said I was your girlfriend!” You throw your hands up in disbelief. “You must take me for fucking joke. It must be written on my forehead or something!”
“I don’t take you for a joke! You’re my goddamn girlfriend. You live with me. You have my initial around your fucking neck! I love you and you know that!” He takes a step towards you.
“Do I know that?” You ask aloud, cocking your head to the side.
“What—of course I love you. What the fuck are you saying?” He looked at you with pure confusion.
“You’re a joke. One of your friends, Shoko, pulled me aside and told me the only reason you got with me is because your little fling ended up getting a boyfriend herself around the time we started dating. You’re a piece of shit.” You revealed the truth to him, watching him stare at you blankly, lost for words. “Think I wouldn’t find out?” You ripped off the necklace with his initial, tossing it at him.
“Yes, I was upset that she got a boyfriend but—”
“So you had feelings for her. And just to cover them up, you got with me as a distraction.” You step closer towards him. “Listen to me, Satoru, don’t ever try and contact me again, keep whatever fucking gifts you bought me and return them, sell them, do whatever because I am done,” you spoke through gritted teeth.
“No, no, no, baby. You can’t leave me. Yea I liked her before, but so fucking what? I was never in love with her, not like I am with you. I was too fucking stupid. I still am! Just give me another chance to fix this. I don’t want us to end this way.” He grabs your packed bag from your hands and tosses it on the bed.
“Let me go, Satoru.”
“No,” he shakes his head, “I can’t. You’re everything to me. She’s nothing compared to you.” He sniffles, holding your hands in his. “I love you so much and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I’m sorry I embarrassed you. And I’m sorry for entertaining the idea that she could even come close to you. She can’t.” His hands cupped your face, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited to hear any words from you.
You reached up, pulling his hands away from your face. “Bye, Satoru.” You walked past him, grabbing your bag off of the bed. As much as it hurt to leave, you knew you had to respect yourself. Time and space was what you needed to think. With each step out the door, you could hear Gojo’s sobs, something you’ve never heard before in the year you’ve been with him. For the strong, flashily and confident man he is, you never once thought you’d see or him break down. Especially not for you.
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