#he didn't say much in this video but he looked good doing it

[rafespreciosa]

being fillmed while chris fucks you....

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"look so fuckin' pretty," he grunts, his grip on the phone faltering for a moment before he pressed his fingers into the side, angling it downward to capture the sight of your sopping cunt as it swallowed his cock over and over again.

chris' thrusts were slow, drawn out as he moved back and forth - his cock sliding almost all the way out until only the tip was nestled between your puffy folds before he buried himself to the hilt once more - reveling in the whimpery sounds you'd let out each time. "spread 'em wider f'me,"

tapping his free hand against the reddened, swollen flesh of your thigh to emphasize what he meant, you slowly bring your hands down, fingers wrapping around your legs as you pull them further apart, "shit," he sighs, lowering his phone even more to capture the sight of the creamy mixtures of your prior releases dripping from your hole, staining the wrinkled fabric of his bedsheets.

"gimme another," he suddenly says, his hand moving from your thigh to your swollen clit, his thumb rubbing tight circles against it. a broken sound left you, something between a moan and groan as you shook your head - "can't, chris.."

he hums, "c'mon.. thought you wanted to put on a show for the camera," he teases, his voice gruff as he spoke. "i d-do," you replied shyly, "you can do it baby—f'me? wanna capture your pretty lil' face n' pussy on camera just one last time,"

you whimpered, the aches and exhaustion already starting set in from the all the previous rounds but despite that, you couldn't help but want to please him, to give him what he wanted. "one more," you hummed, eyes rolling back as he sped up the circles on your throbbing bud, "good girl,"

the knot in your lower belly wound tight and you groaned, gummy walls clenching around his swollen cock that he continued to drag in and out of you, "already?" chris teased, his voice breaking off in to a shuddered curse.

he didn't get a response, not a verbal one anyway, only a whiny murmur of his name as your face contorted, the muscles in your thighs that he had spread out around his hips tensing as your orgasm hit - chris doing nothing but continuing to rock his hips, his thumb drawing lazy circles against you as he captured the entire thing on video.

"that's it.. my dirty girl - love you so much,"

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[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

DBH!AU!JJK x Reader

This about our robot peeps having their first kiss with the reader... and I finally decided to take the poll winner's au seriously. This features Gojo, Nanami, Geto + Sukuna. BTW, Gojo and Nanami are not deviants but Geto and Sukuna are...just saying.

GOJO Satoru -

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Taking a bite from your sandwich, you look over at your robotic companion. Curious, you swallow quickly and point a sticky finger toward him.

"Can you guys eat and drink or...?"

You look at him expectantly as he blinks at you then speaks.

"My creator tried to make us as human-like as possible. We can't eat or drink, but we can taste. We have your senses but not all human abilities."

You hum and lick your fingers clean of the sauce from your burger. Then an idea popped into your head as you looked over at Gojo.

"Gojo, come here. I want to see something."

He walks over to your side and peers down at you.

"Bend down."

He complies and bends down enough that he's right at your own height.

You gently push your lips against his, eyes closing in the process. You can feel him open his mouth slightly and you can't help but smile into the kiss. You pull away and smile at him while licking your lips.

"Could you taste that?"

"Yes."

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NANAMI Kento -

You had a little too much fun at a party. He declared it was time to go home since before the party got lit, you told him to set an alarm to take you home.

"Miss Y/n, are you feeling okay?"

"Justtt peachyyyy..."

You curl into his shoulder more as he carries you up to your front door. He presses a finger to the door knob and walks inside before locking the door again. He adjusts you in his arms and strides quickly up the stairs.

"Where - Where am I?"

"Home Miss Y/n. You're home."

"Oh, okay."

The door to your bedroom swings open as he places you gently on your bed. You grip his wrist tight before he can walk out of your room.

"Don't leave just yet, I want to thank you."

"You don't have to."

"Well, I want to. Is that too much for a woman to want?"

"I guess not Miss Y/n."

You shakily stand up, still gripping him for support and sway closer to his person. You press a kiss to his lips as his eyes slightly widen but accept his fate.

"Thank you."

"Good night Y/n."

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GETO Suguru -

You had come inside with blood on your clothes and face. He was unfazed until he saw you swaying left and right.

"Y/n? Hey."

You fall forward and thankfully, he catches you before your face can harshly hit the hardwood floors of your apartment. When you wake up, he's looking at you. His dark eyes pierce your soul and his lips frown.

He pushes his chair closer to your bed and sits back patiently.

"What happened?"

"I got into a small fight with somebody. That's all."

"This," He points to the now wrapped wound on your side.

"This isn't a 'small fight' Y/n. Now what happened?"

"One of the cops tried to question me about deviants and I panicked. That's how I got shot."

The exhale he let out told you everything you needed to know. He was scared to lose you completely. It was nice that he cared so much but you didn't want him to worry like that.

"I'm sorry... for making you worry."

"You don't get it. I literally searched up videos, websites and articles trying to save your ass. I was fucking scared Y/n."

You meet his eyes finally and open your arms to him.

"Come here Suguru."

He listens and climbs next to you on your bed. You turn your head to face him. His face was so close to yours, it was almost impossible not to do what you wanted. Your eyes fluttered closed as you lean into his lips and let your tongues devour each other.

It started to get a little heated but then you winced in pain from trying to twist your body. He pulls away immediately and goes back to looking at you.

"Don't hurt yourself. We can talk about this when you're fully healed."

You couldn't help but sigh in disappointment but complied with his wishes. You couldn't stop the soft laugh from coming out as your lips curled upward.

"By the way..."

"Yeah?"

"I hope you put a bullet in his skull."

"You already know I did."

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SUKUNA -

"Let's go!"

Sukuna pulled you down the street, running as fast as possible. You currently had the cops chasing you because they noticed he was a deviant. Thankfully it was dark, so it should be easy to lose them rather quickly.

"In here."

You tug him into an alleyway next to a club and quickly take off the hoodie you had over your outfit. You pull on his shirt.

"Take this off. Quickly before they come."

He listens to you and does exactly what you say which is unlike him.

"Okay, just pretend to make out with me. We have to act...busy."

"...I'm not doing that."

"Don't be difficult! Do you want to get caught?"

"Rather not."

You look to the side and see the flashlights approaching quickly. You look at his face, grab his face and kiss him rough. Both of your eyes fluttered closed as you continued the 'fake' make out session. His hands roaming your entire body and yours wrapping around him tightly.

You hear the footsteps disappear and pull away from him. Heavy and deep breaths were shared amongst the two of you as a spit trail still connects your lips.

"They're gone. Let's go Sukuna."

You smack his arm and walk out of the alleyway, fixing your clothes. He puts his shirt back on and follows next to you, not saying anything smart.

"Wow, I made THE Sukuna speechless...I must be real good."

"Shut up!"

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A/n: thanks for reading! reblogs are welcomed and requests are open!

[corvid-language-library]

A life-changing moment

I was thinking the other day about how I came to be in Japan, and how my life could've been so very different had I not gone with my brother on the day he left for university.

You see, I had no interest in going to uni at age 16. Mostly because I was severely depressed and figured I wasn't going to make it to the end of my teens. My plans largely revolved around my band getting famous, or getting a book published, or being discovered by some acting talent scout (despite having exactly zero talent for acting) or something. I hated school and the thought of doing more school just sounded unbearable. My brother was the clever, academic one; not me. So when I went with him that morning in late September, I didn't expect anything to change.

Except I fell in love with the place. It wasn't school; it was a whole new world, with a lake and stunning architecture and gardens and people walking around in the kind of clothes I got bullied for wearing. So I did a complete 180 and decided (much to my father's despair) that I did want to go to uni after all.

While I was at uni, I made friends from all walks of life. All corners of the world. Specifically, Norway.

A couple of years later, I decided I missed being able to speak a second language (my French had been pretty good years before, but I'd forgotten most of it by that point). It was a toss-up between German, Norwegian and Finnish. German because I already knew some, had a cousin living in Cologne and figured it would be useful. Finnish because my music and pole dance idols were Finnish. Norwegian because I had a handful of friends I met at uni from Norway. I decided I wasn't that passionate about German, which left Finnish and Norwegian.

I decided on Finnish.

Went to the bookstore ready to start my journey. I went to the language section and... not a single book on Finnish. But there was a single Teach Yourself Norwegian book. And so, I picked that up instead, and thus started my Norwegian journey.

Fast forward a little and I find myself on langblr. I make lots of langblr friends and even, for a time, run a semi-popular blog. Norwegian was my one true love, of course; nothing could change that. Until someone I'd admired for years started learning Japanese. It was a language I'd always been somewhat interested in but completely adamant I could never learn because it's "too difficult". But seeing her study it made me curious. "Maybe I'll just try to learn some hiragana," I told myself.

If you've known me long enough, perhaps you'll remember that phase I went through where I completely denied I was learning Japanese. "I'll get bored of it," I kept saying. "It's fun right now because I'm in the beginner stage, but as soon as I have to put effort into it I'll give up."

And then I bought a nice notebook and a Japanese textbook and I started making flashcards and practising kanji. Oops.

Covid happened. I started teaching English online because I couldn't teach pole from home and I needed a new source of income. I liked it, but I hated being stuck behind a desk. I wanted to teach in a real classroom. I knew the possibility of getting a TEFL job in Norway was next to zero, especially with Brexit and all. But Japan...

And so I looked into it. And now I'm here.

I wonder how different my life would have been had I, on that unassuming Sunday morning in late September, opted to stay at home and play video games. Would I have ever gone to visit my brother at uni? Probably not; I didn't drive, and that's the year my mum got cancer and I got my first boyfriend, so it's not like I'd have had much inclination to go visit. And had I not seen that campus for myself, would I ever have gone to uni? Would I have made Norwegian friends? Would I have chosen to study Norwegian? Would I have stumbled upon langblr? Would I have made the same langblr friends? Would I have felt inspired to just try learning Japanese?

Maybe I would've found a different route here. Maybe I'd have found myself somewhere completely different.

It seems so silly to think that my life-changing moment was, actually, just the choice to leave the house one day. And yet.

I don't really know what I'm trying to say here, if anything at all. Perhaps all I'm trying to say is that life-changing moments don't just come up to you and punch you in the face; they're the result of long chains of actions that spiral wildly out of control, all starting from an unassuming Sunday morning when you decided to leave the house instead of rotting at home.

[urboiethan]

I want to clarify and add to this! ----- Eric grew up in Plattsburgh, New York. He played little league when he was younger and had a tight group of friends, they even remembered him after the massacre happened. -----

(Skip to 5:00 in this Youtube video since Tumblr doesn't allow videos in reposts for some BS reason) ----- I have no doubt personally that he might have been teased while going there, but definitely nothing to the level of which he would end up receiving at Columbine. ----- Eric Harris had to move quite a few times before reaching Littleton, he mentions this many times in his Journals how he 'always had to start at the bottom of the ladder' and how he 'was never able to make friends'.

Eric and Dylan would become close friends in the 7th grade, I'm sure this was sparked due to them having similar interests, later probably growing into a much closer bond (that's usually how most of my BFF friendships started). ----- Once they reached High School is when everything would've started going down hill, not all at once though. Eric and Dylan would often be jeered at by other students and called ‘gay’ or ‘fags/faggots’. A good deal of the harassment was verbal, with kids picking on Eric and Dylan because of their style of dress, musical tastes, and lack of athletic ability. ----- These jocks/popular kids started wearing plain white baseball caps as a status symbol, a culture was then formed surrounding this form of social status in the school. These students become known as 'White Hats'.

These White Hats started pushing people who associated with Eric or Dylan in anyway into lockers, calling them ‘fags’ or ‘lesbians’. White Hats would also begin barricading hallways so Eric and Dylan, along with anyone who may have been with them, would not be able to get through. This would force them to take detours around, something Eric and Dylan often didn’t want to submit to doing.

A specific example of this is when student Devon Adams was pushed into a locker by a White Hat because he saw her talking with Dylan Klebold, saying, “Why are you hanging out with that faggot?! What are you, a dyke?!” ----- Eric Harris would be teased in gym class for having ‘Pectus Excavatum’, which makes your chest look like it’s been poked by a pyramid. Despite having surgery to correct it, White Hats still make fun of him over it to the point he wouldn’t take off his shirt.

Eric Harris was also 'allegedly' held down by White Hats and bashed in the face repeatedly with a volleyball for winning a game in gym class. (They 100% did, I usually have good intuition on these things and that just sounds like some BS they would do at that school).

A redacted student made fun of Eric for having a big head on a skinny body in gym class, while another redacted student also made fun of Eric for sucking at sports in gym class. ----- Brooks Brown, Trevor (a friend of Brooks’) and Eric Harris would all carpool to school in the mornings. Brooks Brown would often be late to pick people up since he drove, and this would drive Eric crazy to the point he would complain the whole ride sometimes about how Brooks needed to get his shit together. One morning he was late and Eric called him, he told him he was running late and that he’ll need to find another ride, to which Eric got incredibly angry. Unfortunately the bus had already left, so he yelled at Brooks until he hung up.

Eric threw snowballs at Brooks Brown's car and Trevor's truck, breaking Brooks’ windshield and denting Trevor's hood. Brooks Brown slamed on the breaks and yelled at Eric from his car window saying, “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ERIC, YOU’RE GONNA PAY TO FIX THIS!!!” Eric responded laughing, saying, “Kiss my ass Brooks, I ain’t payin’ for shit!” Brooks got so angry he told Eric’s mom he’s been vandalizing houses and had liquor hidden in his room. Trevor steals Eric's backpack as revenge.

I'm sure this falling out with a mutual friend didn't help his already deteriorating mental state. ----- Judy Brown, Brooks Brown's mother, met with Brooks and Trevor after what happened, and decided it’s best if they all got together and confronted Eric at the Harris’ house. She drives to the bus stop and tells Eric, “Eric, I have your backpack and I’m taking it over to your moms, meet us there!” Eric goes ballistic over seeing they have his property, screaming and pounding on the car door yelling, “GIVE ME MY BACKPACK!” Judy backs away slowly, assuring Eric he can get his stuff back when they reach his moms house but Eric still continued screaming and banging the door. Everyone started to get worried/scared about Eric. When Judy tells Ms. Harris about what happens, she reportedly breaks down crying. ----- This would all culminate with Eric threatening/raging at Brooks on his personal HTML website, that of which was reported by Dylan to Brooks, which he then reported to his parents.

A police report was filed for both the website and to have a search warrant placed at the Harris household, neither of these would actually go through. ----- An anonymous student also called school officials claiming Eric and Dylan had drugs so they would be strip searched and humiliated in front of their peers. ----- Brooks told Eric he wanted to bury the hatchet, saying, “We’ve been pissed off at each other for long enough, I’ve changed a lot since last year, I know I’ve been a piece of shit in a lot of ways and I just hope you feel the same way about yourself. We’re both immature and I just want to move on,”

Eric seemed surprised that Brooks wanted to extend an olive branch, let alone that he’d admit he’d been a jerk. Eric responded with a simple, “Cool,”

Brooks Brown had a cigarette with Eric and Dylan before a White Hat pulled up beside them, yelled insults and threw a glass bottle that shattered at Dylan’s feet. Brooks Brown is understandably pissed at this, but Eric and Dylan didn’t even flinch before Dylan turned to him and says, “Don’t worry about it man, it happens all the time,” ----- Eric Harris has reportedly said to his friend Corey with a cold glare in his eyes, “One of these days I swear, I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it!” ----- It's clear to me Eric's anger and depression stemmed mostly from not fitting in, he wasn't like everyone else. This would cause other people to mis-understand who Eric was as a person, leading to people teasing and mocking him/socially shunning him.

I know this because I once had to go through this same BS, and I almost shot up MY school because of it. I was able to pull myself back, I realized the pain I would've left in my wake would only offset the initial pain I felt, and I would end up being the enemy instead of those who wronged me.

Plus it wouldn't had been fair to most people who never even knew who I was, or their families.

We as a society need to stop socially shunning people, then only acceptable reason to socially shun someone should be because they're a pedophile, rapist or murderer. That's about it.

Otherwise, things like this can happen, especially if the person is already mentally unwell.

Ik im like DYLAN centered but lets talk about Eric.

Alot people see Eric as the huge scary guy who did this crime. Yes he did something horrible but you need to understand how Eric was a victim. But not the day he decided to take people from their families.

Growing up Eric moved alot which meant finding friends,getting to know new people and other stuff. Being born with a sunken chest also caused Eric issues in his life from being bullied to probably coughing fits along with chest pain. The fact his bullying got to the point where he wouldnt take his shirt off speaks how horrible Eric had it.

Meeting Dylan. Eric was probably happy when he met Dylan. He probably felt like he finally found someone who was just like him. A nobody. He got closed to Dylan and started copying him and just having a best friend who he could relate too. 4/20/1999 they commited the worse act a child/teenager could ever do. They shot and killed 13 people at their high school. Then turned their weapons on theirselves. Eric was with a 12 Gauge Shotgun to the mouth. Dylan was a 9MM Tec-9 Mini to the temple.

After Columbine. Sue has spoken out about Dylan so much and we know so much about Vodka. But why not Reb? He gets portrayed as some villian and leader when Dylan was just as a sicko villian as Eric. Reb had signs his parents missed. The fact Wayne kept a book on Eric and never thought how his little boy needed some kind of help beside his medicine he took. Eric needed comfort. Eric needed love. Eric needed someone by his side. His friends at NY said Eric wasnt some kind of kid who would do a mass murder. But him going to Colorado and being bullied to the point of having to shoot his school up. Name calling,Fecal matter thrown at him,Bullied because he wasnt from Colorado, Bullied because he was short and his sunken chest. All of that plus having anger,depression and being the black sheep of your family weighed on Erics shoulders making him drive to point of no return and just commiting one of the worse school shootings.

The next time you see someone being bullied please be their friend or defend them. You dont know what their thinking or how far gone they are. Just take some time and be kind.

[criswritessometimes]

bluejay

content - reader and schlatt break up

author's note // hi everyone ! i had to remember how to be an art student again since I'm back at school. not really sure what happened with this one, i sat down and looked at my ideas on my docs sheet, put on some mellow music, and wrote the first angst of the blog. enjoy!

he put the last box in your car. you can only look at him as he pushes the box in. there was always a feeling this would happen. you weren’t sure if it was self-sabotage, but some of you always felt this way. it started on twitter when someone matched his michigan hoodie to a hoodie you wore in a recent video. the both of you were so good about covering your track. or you were for the last 2 years. you remember schlatt coming out of his office looking like he saw a ghost. he showed you his twitter feed, and it was so much worse than when he face revealed. you loved schlatt; you really, really did. but he has a tendency to get defensive really, really quickly. 

“we can’t.” he started getting choked up as he continued to scroll through his phone. it felt like everything was falling apart over and over again. your hands go to cover his as you take his phone away and put it in your pocket. his eyes hold a mixture of fear and sadness. schlatt knew what he needed and what he had to do, but he couldn’t. “hey, hey, look at my jay. it’s ok, everything’s gonna be ok.” your voice is gentle as you try and talk him off the ledge. he knew at the moment that it was over.

the next morning, he wasn’t in bed beside you; you don't even remember him coming to bed the night prior. Getting out of bed, you put your hoodie back on from its spot on the floor and make your way to your living room. schaltt is asleep on the couch with jambo sleeping on top of him. you smile to yourself; you didn't know this would be the last time you saw it. walking to the kitchen, you make a pot of coffee, and once it’s ready, you decide to drink it on the patio outside. schlatt wakes up from the sound of the patio door shut, unsure of where he is. his phone had fallen to the floor, dead from all the doomscrolling he had done last night. he didn’t care what people said about him; he grew the muttons for a reason. schlatt only cared what they said about you, and the only way he could protect you from the hate was to break up with you. he knew it was selfish and dumb, but it was the only solution he could think of. schlatt pets Jambo a few times before getting up. he puts jambo on the floor and picks up his phone to charge it in the kitchen. he glances over to the coffee pot and sees you left a mug out for him and kept the pot warm. it breaks his heart again. already trying not to cry, he walks across the room to the patio door. as he opens it, you smile sweetly at him. you were looking out at the backyard, looking for the bluejay that would come by at this time of day. 

“hi dear, did you sleep alright?” you asked, looking over to him and taking a sip of your coffee; the steam was still coming from it. he shuts the door and stands there. “um, not really (y/n).” it’s hard for him to look at you. you search for his eyes, for any insight on what is going on with him right now. “i think we should break up.” he says. you go stiff, your hands threatening to drop the mug. everything in you stills as he looks over at you. “w-why?” is all you can say. “it’s gonna be what’s best for you in the long run.” he murmurs. “i mean, do i get any say in this? a relationship has two people in it jay.” you can feel yourself starting to get angry. “i feel like i need to protect you from the people online, i dont want them to hurt you or do anything stupid to you.” he admits. the wind out of your sails is gone, the world feels still. all you can do is nod and hold back your tears. “alright, if you think that’s the best way forward then alright. we’re done.” you agree. with most of the men in your life, you had to learn that once they’ve decided, it’d be easier to switch the earth with the moon than try to get them to change their minds. tears start to fall as schlatt stands between your chair and the door. he had admitted to you before that he’s no shoulder to cry on, so you sit there silently crying as the both of you look out into the backyard. the bluejay lands on the bird feeder he got you last christmas. 

schlatt left the patio a few minutes later to give you space to work out any emotions you had. you were upset about him breaking up with you; that was a given, but you were more upset that he didn’t try to fight for it. you weren’t going to beg for him to, either. still, on the patio, you call your friend harley and tell her everything, and she tells you her guest room is free while you look for a new place. thank god she still lived two hours away. you thanked her one last time and told her when you were on the way to her place. you look down at your empty mug and then up one last time. you now know this will be the last time you'll see this view of the woods. you walk back into the house, and schlatt is sitting on the couch reading a book you got him last week. the door shuts, and he’s still invested in his book. “so, is this it?” you break the silence in the room, a quiver in your voice. his head turns to you, sitting up slightly, “i really did enjoy our time together. i really, really did.” he says back. you walk towards the kitchen to set your mug; well, it was his before you moved in. you set his mug into the sink and look down into it, seeing the bowls soaking with water from dinner you made together last night before looking back up at him. “it was good while it lasted. i’ll miss it, and you.” you turn to make your way back to the bedroom so you can’t see his reaction; you knew it would break you again.

he shuts your trunk as you are brought back to the current moment. last thursday keeps playing over and over and over in your head. schlatt helped you pack your things up, plates, utensils, towels, clothing, and nick-nacks. he had promised to help pay for your first four months of rent and send a truck out to deliver your desk to your new place. even at the end of things, he still cared very, very much for and about you. you were sure if you would ever feel that again. “thank you for the help with everything, packing wise.” you thanked him; it felt like your relationship was back to meeting each other for the first time. “it felt like the least i could do. everything will be better for us this way. i’m sorry it had to turn out this way.” he apologized again; it felt like the only thing he had done for the last 4 days. “schlatt,” you start shaking your head, “if you start apogizing again i’m gonna start crying and i need to get on the road to harley’s.” you check your watch as you walk up to him and embrace him one final time. he pulls away, holding onto your shoulders. “you kept me on a easy schedule, i knew what i was doing everyday.” he laughs. you chuckle a little. he had admitted that his sleep and work schedules were out of wack when you first started dating. “you’ll get into a new swing of things, make sure not to miss any meals and take care of yourself.” you tell him as you walk to the driver's side and put at the handle sitting into your car. he rolls his eyes jokingly as he watches you get into the car and shut the door, “yes, mom. i will be looking after myself with utmost care.” your car starts, and you push the button to put your window down. schlatt leans his arm against the window, “do you think we’ll ever even see each other again?” he asks. you sit and think for a moment, and your eyes meet his, “hopefully in the next life. good luck with everything jay, i’ll miss you.” you pull your window up before he has a chance to say anything. schlatt straightens his postures as he watches you pull out of his driveway and make a left turn. he watches your car until it goes over the first hill. he turns away from the road and returns to the house he once shared with you.

[fangdokja]

Heeeyyyyy it's me again lolll, sooooo have you checked out love and deep space (otome game with fighting monsters)? If not then you should, there are many hot characters there, i was rereading you paternal privileges and thought that "oh this is so zayne(one of the characters from love and deep space)" cuz if he's going to have a twisted side this really matches him well

Yeahhh, heyyyy. Prepare for unstructured Fang Dokja rambling.

Glad to see that you're also enjoying and reading the other stories. Paternal Privilege vibed more in Ao3 than in Tumblr, but I personally liked it as well. One of my first sex stories in general. Got lots of practice in it. And, in Ao3, people loved the ending haha. Thanks for sharing your input on it. It's appreciated :))

OK. I knew I'd get this question one day. And, I know some of you are Love and Deepspace (LaDs) fans (and also K-pop fans, especially you guys, I don't know why you're following me ahahhaha, but it's welcomed. Sorry, don't know much about K-pop like I hardly know DC).

OK SO! Of course I know this game! I played the game it was inspired by, Mr. Love Queen's Choice for more than 3 years! DADDYYYY VICTORRRR. I still have my account, whahhaha. Yes. This is bringing back memories.

And in Love and Deepspace's early release, like official first day, I was there! So, yes, I've played it.

Playstyle and graphics were cool. And, as a competitive gamer in general, ofc it was right up my alley. A bit clunky at first release, needed some adjustments, but generally good. It was way better in terms of graphics than Mr. Love, especially the interface and menus.

Though, I'd say what turned me off is I related more to the MC of Mr. Love than LaDs. Didn't really vibe with the MC of LaDs, a bit too emotional and outspoken for my tastes. Felt ENFJ (sorry, can't relate AT ALL to ENFJ's and ESFJ's especially) not gonna lie hahhahha. But, it's been so long since I played, so sorry if I get details wrong. Anyways...

I was just not vibing with the MC, and low-key plot as well. But, then again, maybe I expected too much. It usually happens when I do. I get so excited than it falls short of my expectations, and then I'm like ehh. So I just low key turn off my brain. It's also to prevent myself from spoiling myself. You have no idea how many times I've unwittingly spoiled myself in ANY fandom! It's genuinely unreal. So, it's like I have to stop thinking so I don't ruin those "huzzah" or "woahhh" moments for myself as a reader or audience.

Ok, back to the topic.

Why am I not making yandere content on it? Simple.

Because of this RULE:

Some characters remind of me of real life people too much, like for example, most “soft” and “green flag characters”. Reminds me of my friend’s boyfriend. And that person is gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. It’s fricking weird. But in general, most reasons I don’t write certain characters is because it reminds me too much of people I know in real life.

My friend and I don't share stories. AT ALL. That includes any fandom, manga, anime, manhwa, video games, etc. There are some exceptions, but usually we have separate fandoms.

So, when I introduced this game to share with my friend. Majority of the characters, from the graphics to their behavior, fit my friend's boyfriend more. Reminded her of him more.

Didn't really find anyone that reminded me of my husband (only 4 main guys before). I do play games, or do anything really to spend time with him. And even in things like this, I do this so I can analyze my husband, think about him and brainstorm, etc. Just basically husband simping for me.

So, in conclusion, probably not gonna talk a lot about Love and Deepspace. And besides, I don't think the MC is like me anyway, so it's fine. I just have to not look at ANY fanart, 'cause man IT IS EVERYWHERE. I have to LITERALLY avoid it like the plague so I don't tempt myself.

Uh... I have a gaming addiction. HAHHAHAHA

Sorry, but strict rules being obeyed here as well in the friendship. We DO NOT SHARE STORIES. End of story. Hope you guys understand, though.

Yes, we're weird.

WARNING: The information below is just extra husband simping. Proceed with caution.

God, I am waiting for official international release of this game ESPECIALLY (when it comes to otome games):

My LORD, I will waiitttttt. If it's possible to release, Your will be done!! haha

As you can tell, I'm weak to muscles ahahahahahahhahahaha. Why? I love my husband so much, he's so handsome. I am weak.

OSBORN I JUST KNOW IT'S OSBORN aghhhh. especially him. But seriously. huuu well, my husband doesn't like talking about himself with anyone else besides me, so just have to use "analogies" like characters lollll.

Though, none can compare to my husband, of course. He's leagues above anyone else huuuuuuu. I love him so much.

I also told you guys. I relate to these memes. VERY. VERY. VERY MUCH.

You have no idea.

WAHAHHAHAH.

*exposes self*

But, I just love my husband so much. So, so, so much.

Yandere! Stepfather & Stepdaughter

Novella 1 : Paternal Privilege

He’s your family, but he doesn’t act like it.

🔞Pleasure in every strike, pain in every kiss.

🔞In the end, love is both their salvation and their damnation.

🔞His love is suffocating, but she’s forgotten how to breathe without it.

🔞Love shouldn’t feel like drowning, but he’s the only one who can save her.

She fell, but not by accident. He made sure of it.

[sleepybiscus]

Jin x Reader doing silly but cute couple tiktok trends as "best friends" (maybe an admittance of feelings????)

"NOTHING LIKE IT, NOT LIKE THE WAY YOU MOVE"

JIN ENJOJI x reader

----okay so yall know that one trend where it was disco by surf curse and people did a dance to it? that is what i had in mind writing this, hope this is to your liking!

----gender neutral reader, confession, use of Y/N

♡♡♡♡

Jiji was your best friend. You were like two peas in a pod, inseparable. Except... you had a massive crush on him. Most days, after school, you met with him and hung out by the school before going your separate ways, and even then probably spending much of the rest of the day talking on the phone.

On one of these afternoons, you were just enjoying each other's presence, occasionally making jokes or showing each other memes on your phone. You were sitting leaned against the wall and he sat with his back to a pole right near you.

"Hey, Y/N, look at this," said Jiji, turning his phone so you could see his screen. He had Tiktok open, and playing was a video of a couple doing a dance to "Disco" by Surf Curse.

"We should do this," he grinned, a sparkle in his irises.

"Right now?" you questioned, raising your eyebrows sarcastically and lifting yourself up off the ground.

"Right now," he nodded.

"So it's like this?" You copied the movements of the person in the video to the best of your ability.

"I think so," he smiled.

He hit record, and after a count of 3 the music started playing.

"cause there's nothing like it, not like the way you move,"

As the music played, you pushed your arms down, to the side, and up before moving your arms back and forth and dancing towards Jiji.

"i can try, but i can't hide it from you,"

Again, you danced to the music, this time moving backwards as he moved towards you.

The whole time, Jiji was really close to you. You could see the details of his face and the creases of his skin as he smiled heartily at you and you laughed together.

"Are we boutta kiss?" Jiji teased, jokingly.

Your face went completely red and you stumbled back, stammering.

"What???"

"Kidding, kidding!! Haha..." he clarified hesitantly, looking away shyly.

"Yo..." you scratch the nape of your neck, flustered.

"A-anyway, look! It turned out really good, eh?" Jiji showed you the finished video and you nodded.

You sat back down against the wall and leaned your head up against it, closing your eyes peacefully.

Jiji took a seat next right to you, and feeling particularly confident, you rested your head on his shoulder.

Though your eyes were closed, you could feel as he jumped a bit and his heartbeat quickened. Though, Jiji didn't oppose your actions at all. Rather, he almost... leaned into you?

"'cause I can't wait for you,"

"Um.. Y/N? Can I be honest about something?" It was almost as though he was holding his breath. Was he about to say what you thought he was about to say?? A part of you began to panic, making you open your eyes and sit up straight with a nervously high pitched, "Uh huh?"

You turned to face him, and he looked down at the ground, completely red-faced and unlike his usual jokey self.

"i can't wait for you,"

There was an awkward silence, completely unlike the usual energy between you. It was loud, though neither of you spoke a word, as though every other sound was amplified – you could hear the ants on the ground crawling and the distant cars on the streets roll against the pavement.

"So... um..." You awkwardly broke the silence after thinking hard about what to say. "You can tell me anything, you know..."

"admire all of you,"

"I know that, but jeez, this is hard to speak into words," he said dramatically, trying to relieve the tension.

Jiji took a deep breath before gently taking both your hands in his and looking you in the eyes.

"but fire burns me, too,"

Your eyes widened while he opened his mouth to say something, though he seemed to have second thoughts as no sound came out.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply again, clearly thinking hard about all his life choices.

"Too late to go back now... S-so... uh..." he stuttered. In a quiet voice, he mumbled something you couldn't decipher, before apparently repeating himself.

"Y/N, I really like you."

You felt like you were about to light on fire. Your body and entire consciousness felt as though it was about to spin in circles and fly away, but you willed yourself to stay in the moment.

An earnest "Seriously?" was all you could think to say without spontaneously combusting.

"Yes, seriously, do I look like I'm joking??" he said almost desperately, gripping your hands tighter in anticipation, his grasp firm but not painful.

"can't stop that disco getting through,"

"Well no, this just kind of feels like a dream..." you sigh, exasperated, looking away shyly.

"Jin, I like you too," you admit.

"can't stop that disco, wanting you,"

"WOOHOO!!!" Jiji cheered, and all the tension in the moment flew out the window before your very eyes. It was so ridiculous that you began to giggle.

"Does this mean I get to be your boyfriend?" he asked excitedly, and the sudden change in his attitude from being somber and sincere to that of a puppy made your heart flutter, like you were going to melt.

"I guess so, yeah," you managed to say, still giggly and giddy.

"OH YEAH!!!" he looked as though he was about to jump up and down and do 20 cartwheels in his excitement, but to your surprise, he gave you a tight hug, enveloping you in a safe feeling, in his arms. You had hugged him before, but it was always friendly, never quite this intimate as it was in your daydreams.

"cause there's nothing like it, locking my eyes with you,"

Eventually, you both pulled away from the hug, though you stayed close together. You were suddenly conscious of his hands around your waist and how near his face was to yours.

"i can't fight it, splitting my mind in two,"

"You know, I never thought something like this would ever really happen," you mused. You felt his breath fan against your face with the close proximity; it was like his pure energy radiated off of him.

"Yeah, me neither," Jiji agreed, pushing your hair out of your face to seemingly get a better look at you. It was as though he was staring at you with heart eyes.

"You're... really beautiful, have I ever told you that?"

You were unable to hide your sheepishness, and in the position you were in, you couldn't exactly turn away. You smiled, averting your gaze with a warmth in your cheeks. The whole area around the two of you was empty, like you were the only ones in the world.

"So... About that kiss..?" You said softly, under your breath.

"W-what.??" Jiji stuttered, surprised, seemingly having heard you but not quite sure if he heard right.

"Ah- never... never mind.. haha.." You backpedaled, suddenly having second thoughts about your actions up until now.

"If you insist, milady," he asserted, inching closer to you and gently pulling you closer with his strong arms. The pace of your heartbeat quickened further, and you had a feeling like your heart was going to actually hop out of your chest and twirl off into the sunset.

"Am I dreaming?" you asked wistfully, looking into his eyes which reflected the light of the sun that shined through the clouds.

"I really hope not, because this is seriously the best," he breathed.

That look in his eyes made you feel entranced, charmed, enchanted. A small, confident voice in your head was encouraging you, urging you, to just do it.

You shuffled even closer to him and without really thinking about it, you closed your eyes and put your lips against Jiji's. You felt as his breath hitched and his body jolted a little against you at your sudden action.

Though it didn't last all that long, it felt like minutes had gone by. You pulled away and he gazed at you longingly. Abruptly, your brain started working again and you brought your hand to your mouth, eyes widening, realizing what you had just done.

"cause i can't wait for you,"

A mere few seconds had passed before Jiji grinned, a dreamy "Can we do that again?" escaping his lips before he brought them back to yours at your nod.

"I could so get used to this," he smirked.

"i can't wait for you,"

♡♡♡♡

----sorry this took so long, I tried my best to go over it a few times and make it as good as I could! ngl I got carried away with this one... I really hope you liked it!!

[yuriko-44]

yearning for freedom

19 ✮ yuriko ✮ she/he ✮ permashifting to my wr

Hello!! Welcome to my shifting blog!! I'm Yuriko and I decided to start this blog to not only motivate myself, but also to hopefully motivate others as well!! Sometimes I also get the urge to tell someone about my drs, so I figured that making a blog here was a good idea for mindlessly yapping about them. I'll be sharing everything about my shifting journey, so expect posts about my drs and wrs, my close attempts and minishifts, motivational posts because we love them and etc!! I'll probably share interesting dreams and lucid dreams as well, since I'm interested in shifting through lucid dreams. And sometimes I get really cute dreams about the people in my drs- my motivation skyrockets whenever that happens!! I'd also like to make some friends that are into shifting!!

here's a summary of the things you'll find in this post:

about me and dni list • how I found shifting • my view of reality shifting • my shifting goals and drs • shifting and dream journal • miscellaneous

last update: 20th january 2025

about me and dni list

You can call me Yuriko!! It's not my real name here in the cr, but it's my real name in my main wr!! I'm 19 years old and go by she/he pronouns. English isn't my first language, so sorry if I sometimes get simple things wrong. I really like animals (I spontaneously combust whenever I enter a zoo) and if I had to decide what kind of pet to have, if I could have one, I'd either get a corgi or a gecko (don't know which kind though), they're just so cute!! My favourite colours are blue and light blue, red, green, pink, purple, yellow- I love colours, ok? LMAO!! I think of myself as a little childish, but I really don't care to be honest. I always try my best to be kind and respectful with both strangers and people I know. I used to find shifting information on TikTok back in 2019/2020. I deleted that app before 2021 and never looked back, it was the best decision ever for my shifting journey!! I never shifted or minishifted, but I won't let that demotivate and/or stop me!! I'm mainly a bnha shifter, since my main drs are about it!!

dni list: anti-shifters, basic dni criteria, haters in general, closed-minded people, cringe/cancel culture

how I found shifting

I found out about shifting between 2019 and 2020, during the pandemic. I found out about lucid dreaming first, I was watching a video about it and someone mentioned reality shifting in the comments. It peaked my interest, so I looked it up and didn't really know what to think at first. It just seemed too good to be true, you know? But then I got more informed and here I am now!! Shifting really felt like a blessing, I was going through one of the worst moments of my life, so I'm really grateful for finding out about it. It really helped me go through it. My main source of information was TikTok, which is full of misinformation but I didn't know it at the time.

I remember I made a small script and actually put effort in only two shifting attempts before I needed to take a break. The reason why I needed that break was because people on TikTok were so…contradictory. At first they say "you can do whatever you want! :3" and two seconds later they say "DON'T DO THIS!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS THING!! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!! >:(" LIKE, GIRL GET IT TOGETHER AND MAKE UP YOUR MIND!! To me that was absolutely exhausting and confusing, so I took that break. The break lasted from 2020 to 2024…yeah, I'm not really proud of that- so here I am picking reality shifting back up in 2025 with a much better understanding of it, with a better mindset and with clearer ideas for what I really want (like where I want to shift and all)!!

my view of reality shifting

I believe there's an infinite amount of realities out there, the one we're in right now is just one of them. There's no 'main/more important reality' or anything like that!! All realities are on the same exact level. When we shift to another reality we become aware of that reality and shift our awareness there.

We don't create realities when we script/shift, we go to already existing ones. This is why I don't think there's anything wrong with shifting to whatever dr you want. It doesn't matter if we shift there or not, that reality exists and the events in it are going to take place regardless of what we do. I personally think people can shift wherever they want, regardless of the kind of reality they choose to shift to.

You don't need methods, a perfect doubt-free mindset, scripts or anything like that to actually shift. Although they can all help greatly, they aren't what makes you shift and therefore aren't mandatory!!

There's no limit. You can literally script anything you want!! Since there's an infinite amount of realities, there are infinite possibilities!! Go wild and let your imagination run free!!

my shifting goals and drs

I'm planning to permashift to my main waiting room, then from there I'll be able to shift wherever and whenever I want!! My main wr basically functions as some sort of hub where I go to plan and shift to my drs. But it also functions as a replacement for this reality. Whenever I feel like having a break from my drs I can just go there and relax!! One of the many reasons why I want to permanently shift to my wr is because some of my main drs have some events that can be quite intense. I scripted that in my main wr, and obviously in all of my other realities as well, it's impossible for me to get traumatised and feel the effects. But in this reality, the cr, that's not the case, so I'm worried that if I come back to this exact reality I'd feel the effects. So I plan to permashift to a reality in which I know I can't get traumatised and feel the effects, so I don't have to worry about that. If I'll ever decide to come back here I'll probably just go to a reality exactly like this one with the only difference being I can't feel traumatised.

My main dr is a bnha dr!! It's probably the one you'll hear about the most!! This dr in particular is probably the one with the most traumatising events, to be completely honest. Obviously I scripted everything for safety and whatnot. Another reason why I want to go to my main wr first is because I scripted that there I'm absolutely amazing at making scripts. So if anything is lacking in the script in my cr, I can make it a thousand times better in my wr before shifting!! In my wr I can also test my drs, if that makes sense. Basically I scripted there's a room in my house in which, by entering it, I can enter a realistic simulation of my drs so I can test them out. That's going to be extremely useful!!

I'm currently interested in using the lucid dreaming method, so basically shifting through lucid dreams. Years ago I used to lucid dream every night. But I was fed a bunch of misinformation and I became absolutely terrified of lucid dreams and actively tried to stop having them. Now I'm at level 1 again and I'm working on getting more lucid dreams so I can shift!!

my desired realities: I like to give names to all of my drs (if I can come up with one that is) and, to be honest, they're really cringe but whatever, I don't care LMAO-

home: main wr, new cr !!

(will be updated)

my shifting and dream journal

shifting journal

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dream journal

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miscellaneous

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[xlovz]

🖤

[silverselfshippingchaos]

so there's this character. i always thought he looked kinda stupid and i never found him attractive. but, uh....

... has he always been this handsome?!

[mc-critical]

Hatice and Ibrahim have never been more divided from each other up to that point than in E43-E44. While Hatice always sensed when Ibrahim was actually in danger or she's lost him in any way (i.e. E35 when she felt something in Edirne while Ibrahim was with Nigar), nothing came up when he was shot; he didn't even tell her what happened to him until she found out herself; they were seperated while he was recovering; the wait for Ibrahim to come back felt like an eternity to Hatice and she went through several breakdowns at once (and his carriage was right in front of her but she couldn't see him, her only thought until the very end was that he was dead, isn't that what her dream with the "crying" statues meant?); when he came back she wasn't allowed to spend at least some time alone with him as SS wanted to talk to him; even their sleep was interrupted. The only thing that Ibrahim asked Hatice to do was to play him his mother's song on the violin (I like to think that Hatice started learning the violin in order to become closer to him, to who he is, to his past again after what they went through with little Mehmet).... but he no longer associates even that with Hatice anymore.

[seungminnnie]

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[ourstochoose9]

I made this account while hyperfixated on Markiplier. And my favorite character in "Who Killed Markiplier" is Damien the Mayor, who in the videos said "Life is ours to choose."

USERNAME LORE GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU ALL

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS | PT. 3

ghost: always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills! dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:( doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here! sharing the captains daughter with soap<3 trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy price: once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within him💔i mean look how he's holding the phone! you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D: when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :( as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get... dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone... soap: totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating 😭 first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything! honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick! so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap! gaz: your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3 appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny deeeeep in ur gfs womb! pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore! hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy? graves: ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting... what a baby, never been with a real woman. actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry konig: an efficient way to wake up his beautiful baby✨ his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrast🤔 he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :( loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another person💢 bonus!!: surprise ;)

@xtrrdnrypotato @livingdead-g1rl

[fragmentedblade]

I hate that when I look up the "Kalpas" tag here there's me and then there's me again, but on another blog. Fake moustache me

[fushitoru]

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

cw: gojo x reader, established relationship, fluff LOLLL, gojo being a pathetic loser for his gf, use of baby, babe, reader referred to as gf and wears makeup, gojo being jealous, crack, based off this (instagram link)

"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." Satoru squints at the scene, reading out the caption on the TikTok as he watches the guy on the screen, long ass spider legs laid out on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. Curiously, he clicks on the filter without fully watching the video and starts filming to generate the different types of hugs.

"A back hug." The curious smile on his face slowly fades away as a grimace takes place as he gains the thousand yard stare. "Nine. Okay, not at a good start so far—"

He groans, face scrunching in pain as he exhales out at what he sees on the screen: slow dance hug. Then, he imagines you, a man's hand on your waist and you smiling just like those stupid fucking drawings at someone who's not him—"Ten. Oh my fucking god."

Clutching the lower half of his face, he looks concentrated as he waits for the shuffler to give him some less painful option, groaning in pain once again, looking back at the scene, and then groaning again. "One armed hug," he strains out, blindly reaching for the lowest number he could rank it as.

The filter shuffles yet again, and he's almost in tears, groaning immediately on instinct but then doubling back at his screen. "Polite hug." He contemplates it. "Okay, a two, not so bad, not so—"

A pause. "A classic hug." He stares at the screen like it just betrayed him, until he decides it's not so bad. Reluctantly, he ranks it at three.

Then, he waits for the filter to give him another painful vision, and it delivers. "A slow catcher hug—oh my godddd." Satoru is shaking his head, eyes teary as he groans loudly at the though of you jumping up to another man, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for a hug. If someone was listening to him, it would seem like he was dying with the way he was covering his mouth, shaking his head, and exclaiming "what the fuck"'s as he stared at his phone screen in sheer shock.

Unfortunately for you, you were within earshot, blending in your blush and doing finishing touches as you heard Satoru's shrieks coming in from the living room. He seemed to be on the edge of tears, and worriedly, you set down your brush and rushed to where his sobs were coming from.

And there he was: in fetal position, phone on the floor as he shook his head as if in shock. "Baby," you hurried to him, grabbing his face so you could figure out what was making him so distressed.

He didn't seem to be injured as he meets your eyes, upset. "I can't do this bruh," he laments while turning to be on his back and rubbing his eyes. You just look at him confused.

"Do what?"

He turns, and pauses. Scans you in your champagne dress for the fancy place he was taking you and the way you did your makeup so sultry. It's just for him, but after the events of that Tiktok—that's now stopped filming—all he feels is petty jealousy because other guys can see you like this.

Out of nowhere, he declares, "I can fight."

You blink. "What?"

"I can fight," he repeats, nodding emphatically as if trying to convince himself. Then, after a beat: "Why do I have such a pretty girlfriend?" He groans again, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Baby, why do you look so good right now?"

While he does this, you inspect him for any signs of injuries or things that could've caused him this much distress. Finding none and used to his theatrics, you sigh and pat his cheek. "I’m going to finish getting ready," you say, deciding he’s not in mortal peril after all.

As you return to your vanity, Satoru calls after you, still sulking. "Just so you know, I ranked the polite hug at two. Because I love you. And I can fight."

"Good to know, Satoru."

a/n lowk spiderman!gojo coded. i love writing fluff i would lowk want to write this for nanami i feel like he would slowly grow more and more jealous LMAOAO