#i am a SUCKER for that shit

[iizuumi]

Guess Narumi isn't getting any paperwork done ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[lesbianaelwen]

oh i really hope the mold bioagent stuff Alfredi had gets elaborated on in trw

[saerayofsunshine]

Let’s Talk About Sex

Summary: Whether it be fucking or making love, Satoru Gojo knew how to pleasure you like no other, either by playing rough, building up your pleasure with fast and precise strikes, or by sensual, slow rolls of his hips that certainly weren’t lacking in their intensity. Loving him and being loved by him was a gift from the heavens itself, one you were sure to treasure, as long as you both were willing to. Relationship: Gojo Satoru/You Rating: E Words: 1.7K Content Warning: consensual sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) Notes: JJK makes me sad, so I wrote porn to stay delulu. I also realized I find it very hard to start writing without a certain setting or scene in my mind, so I'm surprised how I was able to write this at all. Hopefully there are no typos or grammar errors. Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

cross-posted on my ao3

Fucking was the act of sexual intercourse between two willing individuals, a play between two people that were sexually attracted to each other, joining together as one to chase that sweet release. They would grind into each other desperately, sweat lingering on their skin as they sang their song into heaven with their orchestrated moans and groans, the lewd slaps of skin meeting skin becoming the instruments in this act of pleasurable play.

Sex was like a dance between two cosmic stars, and the collusion would result in a heavenly explosion within the unlimited void that is called space, making way for new stars or planets to be born.

Making love, on the other hand, could vastly differentiate from that feeling of simply fucking someone. Making love could be like a calm wave crashing into the beach that was eager to meet sand, a simple but continuous push and pull of waves; a slow swirl of hips grinding into each other, simply enjoying the feeling of being connected as one body, one soul, performing the simple act of loving each other by giving each other everything they had, a push and pull between hips as one set of legs desperately clenching around a waist, aching up to grind onto his pelvis, meeting the delicious thrusts from her lover halfway. All throughout the act, they would squeeze each other's hands lovingly, never shying away from each other's gaze, unashamed at the pure lust in each other’s expression.

Though, making love could be rough too, just like enraged, powerful waves crashing into each other continuously during stormy weather, loud in their clashing, repeatedly colliding into each other no matter how many times it happened, with no regards to what might get destroyed in the end. Hands would tightly grab onto her hips, as if ensuring that she wouldn’t dare escape his clutches, tugging her forward to meet his thrust halfway, pounding his hard cock frantically into her wet cunt, and she would take it, and take it, and take it, all what he had to give, and she would scratch on his broad shoulders, drag her nails down his shoulder blades as his cock insistently prodded her sensitive spots, latch into his hair and neck as she clenched around him with each drag into her.

Sex was a delightful act, but sex with Gojo Satoru was otherworldly, an act that could be sweet and sensual, loving and time consuming, but so so worth it in the end. The sweet release you longed for only a small reward in the sight of the act of loving each other endlessly, shamelessly, however you wanted and in any way you wanted.

Satoru knew how to play you like a violin, knew exactly which string to pull to make you sing a certain way, knew that rubbing that little bud between your legs as he continued to rock into you would make your legs shake like crazy, sensitive as you were, or how to angle his hips to graze that one spot, growling as you squeezed his cock in the most delicious way in retaliation.

Sometimes, Satoru would be in a playful mood, and he would tease you by sliding his length against your warmth, back and forth, back and forth, deliberately dragging the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, watching as your wetness spread all over length, biting his lip to hold in a groan at the marvelous sight you made, laying on his bed, all spread out in front of him as you played with your tits, squeezing the rosy nipples that he so desperately wanted to latch his teeth onto. You would swirl in tandem with his hips, whining, begging for him to finally, “Put it in, please…”

Such a fixen you were, how could he deny you? Groaning under his breath as he repeatedly tapped the tip of his cock against your throbbing button before dragging the length back and forth against your wetness, then slowly feeding his cock into you inch by inch, before returning to nudging your clit teasingly. “Can’t wait for it, huh? Want it so bad, do you?” he breathlessly asked, as if he wasn’t rock hard and throbbing himself, desperate to finally feel your tight cunt, to relieve the ache that only you knew how to ease, reaching the edge he was so familiar with.

“I just want to feel you, want you inside me so bad.”

It felt like the whole world was shifting whenever you were joined as one, groaning at how tight you walls gripped into him as finally gave into your demand, sinking inch by inch into your warmth, reaching out to hold your hands in his, lovingly squeezing them as he slowly but surely bullied his cock into you.

“Fuck,” Satoru growled as slid home, wetness and tightness he longed to feel surrounding him, and he had to hold himself back from going wild, lest he couldn’t last long with you.

Nothing else mattered when you made love, not the breathless screams and moans you let out with every drag into you, or the lewd squelch when he rocked vigorously into your pussy, the headbroad of the bed banging against the wall with each surge forward. Not once did his eyes shift away from your figure, lingering on your fucked out expression, from your rosy cheeks and your plump lips that he so desperately wanted to sink his teeth onto, to the enticing bounce of your tits that swayed in tandem of his thrusts.

What a sight you made, and all that was for him. You put a spell on him, Satoru couldn’t explain the effect you had on him otherwise.

Without losing his rhythm, he grabbed the back of your tights, leaning his body weight forward, placing your legs on his shoulders, whispering a breathless, quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath as the new position had you squeezing his cock even tighter than before, his pelvis deliberately rubbing against your clit with each surge forward.

Satoru leaned forward, thanking the heavens for your flexibility, groaning in pleasure as this position had him reach even deeper within you. His chest grazed your breasts, and you leaned forward, kissing him slowly, smiling against each other's lips. The sweet gesture was a total contradiction to the way Satoru furiously pushed his cock in and out of your wet pussy, nudging the sensitive places within you that had you shamelessly moaning against his lips, your hips wiggling in his hold.

“Satoru…” you whimpered, grasping his hips, your legs beginning to spasm involuntarily, pussy clamping on his hard cock, as if trying to milk him dry to the last drop of his seed. You squirmed, arching your hips up, desperate to meet his thrust halfway as you felt the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching, “I’m going to come…”

“Yeah? You going to come for me, be a good girl and come on this fucking cock?”

“Uh-huh.”

He kissed you sweetly on the forehead, pushing away the strands that gathered around the crown of your head, before caressing your cheeks, brushing the corner of your lips, leaning forward to place a small kiss on your lips, muttering against you, “Look at me when you come. I want to watch you come apart for me.”

You were shaking like a leaf in his hold, sensitive from all the touches, your eyelids feeling heavy, and you so desperately wanted to throw your head back and moan to your heart's content, but you resisted, gazing into his blue eyes, whimpering as each drag across your sensitive walls took you one step closer to the sweet edge you were desperate to reach.

With one last peck on your lips, Satoru straightened his posture up and leaned on his haunches, one hand grasping at your thigh to keep you still as he rubbed little circles on you throbbing clit, losing his steady rhythm as he continued to pound into you, feeling his cock throb, balls tightening with each push into you. The ear splitting sound of your love making and the feeling of Satoru within you were all you could focus on as you finally reached your end, gushing all over his hard cock that was frantically pounding into you, prolonging your orgasm.

“I’m going to come,” he muttered feverishly, wildly ramming into you, wanting to release his seed deep inside of you, to fill your pussy up with all he had. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Let me come inside of you,” he uttered, flicking the little nub to and fro despite your oversensitivity. “Will you let me come inside of you?”

You bit your lip to keep from wailing out an answer, instead nodding frantically in reply. You dared not look away from him, noticing little details as he fell apart for you: how his brows pulled together in concentration, the way he bit his lip to keep his groans quiet without any success, the sweat on his temple and the way his fringe stuck to his sweaty forehead; felt his cock piston in and out of you before he came to a sudden halt within you, and you felt his cock twitch and spasm inside of you as he reached his release with a loud groan, his seed filling you up and spurting all over your walls. The immense happiness you felt was indescribable as you laid on his bed, completely fucked out but smiling, admiring Satoru, caressing his hair, dragging your hand down his chest before settling on his waist, stroking his skin lovingly as you waited for him to finish, catch his breath and calm down.

Whether it was fucking or making love didn’t really matter to you, for their love always found a way to make its presence known, whether that be by little touches or gestures during the pleasurable act or by declaring your love for each other with words. And sometimes, as he and you laid bare, still shaking from the intensive orgasm, sated and happy, facing each other with little smiles on your faces, there was simply no need to vocalize such feelings either, for your love for each other can be seen through your eyes. As it was said, the eyes are the window to the soul, and someone had to be blind to ignore the way blue eyes glinted with love, adoration and passion everytime Satoru looked at you.

[fuupan]

i had this in mind a few days ago while running on 2 hrs of sleep

decided to finally draw it lol

i have some more ideas in mind of them that i will hopefully get to get around drawing

[jewishcissiekj]

the Asajj and Fennec character posters match btw. if you even care

[hamletisintown]

Continuing on my character ref drawing spree, here's Déluge, the holy knight or whatever. He's a jerk. BUT he gets little stars on his armor. Isn't that cute.

[catastrophiccerealkiller]

The Hofas bonus chapter fulls me with so much rage like hello cassian fucking get off ur ass and do something??? Like ur gonna wait for a literal HUMAN stranger to defend ur mate (no hate to ember i love her sm) before u do it urself😭😭 where is the fucking logic??

Also i can’t help but question (i literally dreamed this last night) : Would Rhysand ever let Cassian speak to Feyre the way he speaks to Nesta????!!!!!

[alipeeps]

What the absolute fuck?!

Yin Ji wanted to make Xie Yun suffer so he made her put the bracelet he had originally given her onto his new wife's ankle...

and then made her kneel outside his bedroom all night and listen to the jingling sounds of him fucking his new wife with the bracelet around her ankle...

But he didn't actually *want* to fuck his new wife so he threw off his clothes in a way that would make his fresh wound start bleeding again so his wife, who faints at the sight of blood, would pass out...

...and then he (presumably?) paid another couple to put the bracelet on and fuck in his bed while he sat bleeding dramatically and watching through the window at Xie Yun suffering?!!

This show is batshit fucking insane and i love it!! 😂😂

[little-doggy-girl-kisser]

I am so scared to read harrow the ninth that I am consuming amounts of fanfic that's are probably damaging

So any fic recs?

[lavlynyan]

Just saw a tiktok talking about Sylus is girl dad coded and you know what? After the new event card with him braiding MC’s hair, I can see that 😭

I NEEDDDDD more girl dad Sylus fics to read bcs that man is a huge teddy bear 😭

[general-yasur]

Putting my own “Ninjago Sin” on blast-

I don't care for s1-7 Lloyd 😟

I am definitely biased because i never watch these seasons and when I did I was full of zane brainworms. But even then I don't think he's bad during those seasons he just does not appeal to me in the way he does now

I'm drawn to him because of the premise of a Savior who was raised as a weapon for Good, how that affected his life, his moral compass, and the inner conflict that can come with it. In general I enjoy watching an older Lloyd because I relate to him more, and it's s8 onwards where many of his flaws show and it makes him more complex, in my eyes at least

It's like you can see how the weight of the world begins to drag him down, and I am fascinated by how it changes him

[pissfaggit]

Okay I'm ready now

[everythingisawayoflife]

just rewatched the episode of justice league unlimited when circe makes bruce sing “am i blue?” in order to turn diana back to normal and my sappy little brain is now thinking of bruce singing his boys lullabyes.

like think - a nightmare of dick’s gets too bad. he watches his parents fall to their deaths over and over and he can’t stop it. he wakes, screaming, and bruce dashes in and is caught off guard when dick’s sobbing into his pajamas. it’s the first thing he thinks of so he hums, low at first, but then he starts quietly singing the lyrics to some lost jazz song from the great american song book as he holds dick and within those three minutes, dick’s out like a light.

then comes jason. he gets a little too reckless in the field and he’s got himself an injury, a pretty bad one too. normally he sucks it up and takes the pain on like nobody’s business but maybe this one is just a little more painful. he’s just too tired and is now just an exhausted kid who’s emotionally overwhelmed. and he cries. cries like he’s never cried before. he’s in a lot of pain and wants it to stop. but then comes bruce with his gentle melodies and deep voice and suddenly the pain isn’t so bad anymore.

(thinking about how after the whole death and revival thing and maybe jason and bruce are on shaky terms and while he’s not exactly clamoring to be with bruce, he buys himself a dandy little music box containing a song a certain someone use to sing to him and the first time he hears the melody, he sheds some silent tears. he listens to it any time he just needs to be calm. don’t tell bruce)

or there’s tim who doesn’t no when to say no (to staying up late, that is). three, four days go by and he’s still at a case he can’t just crack. he needs to sleep and he knows this but he’s this close. eventually he can’t keep trucking and he passes out all over his assortment of files and clues. he’s found drooling on one file and bruce resolves to just carry his kid to bed. he starts humming snd singing while he helps an unconscious tim get ready for bed. what bruce doesn’t realize is tim woke up when he felt the altitude change of being carried. bruce’s singing voice becomes one of tim’s favorite sounds in the whole world and he resolves to hear it anytime he can.

then we get to damian. he’s in a new environment, he doesn’t really trust much. then the unthinkable happens: he gets sick. its so remarkable cause he’s never gotten sick before. or, at least had someone to care for him. it’s some pesky little flu bug but it hits hard. he tries hiding himself away, not wanting to be seen as weak. in the middle of the night, he throws up. it hurts like a bitch. his stomach pushes but there’s nothing left to give. damian finds he can’t stand and bruce finds him. damian tries shooing him away, he doesn’t want to be seen as weak but eventually he just stops. he’s tired. he throws his head back down in the toilet and bruce lays a hesitant hand on his son’s back. when he’s not pushed away, he rubs soothing circles. again, he’s not dismissed. then, he sings. through the blood pounding in his ears, damian hears his father’s voice above the noise. it helps quite a bit.

that got longer than expected. i will now be listening to “am i blue?” on repeat. kevin conroy you are so loved and so missed.

[greenbergsays]

Back when there weren’t so many dang children in my family, I set up a system wherein Time With Aunt Dessie was going to Barnes & Noble and getting a book and a drink, because reading is something I love and I wanted them to love it too

The system persists to this day and now when a gremlin looks at me and says, “When can we go to Barnes and Noble again?” I just resign myself to the fact that I am about to lose all of my spending money for that paycheck 😂

But when you’re the Book Aunt, that’s just life 🤷🏻‍♀️

[anymethynker]

Headcanon that Bi-Han doesn’t actually want to hurt Tomas and Kuai Liang.

Of course, in the game he does because they’re in his way, so he has to. But thinking about it and hearing the intros, there are times when talking with Tomas telling him to summit and he won’t get hurt(? Idk that’s how I see anyway). And with Kuai Liang he talks about how he could’ve ruled by his side. Bi-Han will do what he needs to get what he wants, but if his brothers heed their Grandmaster and join him, I feel like he would also take that route.

And the thing about Tomas not being his brother, he still acts like that, but his replies to Tomas in the intros made this cross my mind. Bi-Han doesn’t consider him a Lin Kuei because he doesn’t have it in his blood, but he doesn’t correct Tomas when he calls his parents Father and Mother. With his personality, Bi-Han would be a type of person to say “stop calling them that, they weren’t your parents.” He never does though. So, he does consider Tomas a brother in some capacity, but not enough to provide evidence to Tomas.

[thisisvoided]

i find the idea of Shou & Moe as a parallel duo or "successors" of sorts to Mashita & Yashiki to be super intriguing tbh. i mean, there's so much to unpack with that sort of idea in mind, and we already have a bit of an established relationship dynamic between Shou & Moe from Death Mark II, and we know the basic dynamics between Shou & Mashita and Moe & Yashiki already. idk i just find the idea to be very fascinating, and i also love the thought of Moe convincing Shou to take her out to haunted locations or locations surrounded by creepy gossip, or even Shou going along with her to watch out for her under the guise of making sure she doesn't do anything too stupid lol (even if he would rather be anywhere else)