#make me want to blow my fucking brains out

[luluxry]

jealous!gojo who turns absolutely feral when he catches someone flirting with you, dragging you to the nearest semi-private location to blow your back out... no matter who may see or hear.

18+ mdni, afab!reader, reader has a pussy, semi-public sex/exhibitionism, jealous!gojo, possessive!gojo, dom!gojo(?), closet sex, dirty talk, praise, gojo refers to himself as daddy approx once, pet names, “good girl”, creaming/slight squirting, very brief throat grabbing, mentions of breeding, my writing :P.

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your body is hot, your pussy is hot, your skin is hot — everything’s hot. your brain is filling with cotton from the way gojo is fucking you, your current location and surroundings completely forgotten in the fog of overwhelming pleasure.

"'toru, ‘s too much — slower, please!" your pleas fall on deaf ears, drowned out by slick slaps and schlups as gojo bullies his cock into your sloppy cunt.

“too much?” gojo purrs, blunt fingernails biting into the skin of your hips as he pulls them back to meet his animalistic thrusts. “actually, i don’t think it’s enough. i think i need to fuck you harder.”

the noise that ripped from your throat could be easily mistaken for a sob; your cunt already felt so sensitive, clit swollen despite being neglected and walls mushy, every single sweet spot hidden within them being abused by gojo’s cock with every single deep thrust — it was too much already, and he wanted to go harder?

he’d fucking break you.

“please, ‘toru, don’t—” you were cut off by a change in the rhythm, nothing but pure yelps battered from your throat as gojo slammed into you at a near impossible speed.

holy fuck, he was splitting you in two. and it felt so fucking good. too fucking good. you were already starting to spiral.

“i’m gonna fuckin’ make you scream, baby. gonna let everyone know who you belong to, ‘kay?” gojo hissed, cockhead bruising into your cervix and fucking you absolutely stupid. you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back, back bending and toes curling, pussy gushing around gojo’s cock.

“fuuuuck, yeah. that’s it, dove. lose it on my cock, yeah. i’m right here, baby. just lose it.” gojo cooed, one hand slipping from your hip to grip your throat. “just fuckin’ lose it and let everyone know how good i fuck this pretty pussy.”

you couldn’t hold back the moans if you wanted to — he was just fucking you too good, cock rearranging your insides and beating the breath from your lungs, sending tingles through your entire body; had he not been holding you up, you’d be nothing more than a puddle on the floor of the closet.

“‘toooruuu!” you whined out, pussy fluttering and throbbing, gut pulling tight with that familiar sensation. “i-i’m close!”

gojo chuckled, the sound dark and demeaning, shooting heat straight to your core. “yeah, wanna cum? beg me, baby. beg me to make you cum with m’cock. and make sure everyone can hear it.”

“please!” you gasped out, lewd and loud, voice absolutely wrecked, “make me cum, ‘toru! l-let me cum on your cock, please, fuck, so close, please—!”

gojo’s hips stuttered slightly and he sucked in air through his teeth, cock kicking up against your walls and pushing you that much closer.

“shit, good girl, good baby. yeah, fuck, daddy’s gon’a make you cum. just take it baby, let me give it to’ya.”

gojo’s hips slapped into yours with near inhuman speed, cockhead spearing straight into your cervix — fuck, you were so close, so fucking close, you just needed a little push, a little more —

“t-touch me,” you gasped out, tears swelling inside your eyes. “please, touch me—”

long, thick, skilled fingers found your clit with no trouble and rubbed, harsh drawn out circles that finished you off instantly — your thighs tensed and shook as waves of pleasure crashed into your body, clit throbbing as you gushed around gojo’s cock and drenched your legs.

“yeah, shit, so pretty. so messy. that’s my girl, baby. cream on my cock, just like that.” gojo murmured as he pumped into you shallowly, fucking you almost softly through your orgasm — something you could appreciate in your hyper sensitive state.

gojo sounded much too full of himself when he continued, “i think everyone knows who you belong to now. but just to make absolutely sure, i’ma pump a load or two into you, ‘kay?”

i’ve never written for jjk before today, so if you had any advice/critiques, please hit me up with them!! i want to improve in any way i can! thank you so much for reading! <3

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

"So, this is it? After everything we have been through, you won't even try to keep us together?"

Your voice cracked as you tried to hold it together. Tried to stop your body from shaking. Because you knew that if you didn't, if you had one less iota of control, you would start brawling. And that was not something you are willing to let this man witness. It's enough to make you lose your mind that he was sitting all casual on the sofa with a visage made out of stone.

It has been five years now. Five years of memories being flushed down the drain. Does he even give a single fuck? As this thought wedged itself into your brain, a bitter unnamed feeling lodged in your throat.

You watched with trembling lips as Jihoon finally stood up. Without breaking eye contact, he took small unsure steps towards you. He only stopped when he came close to you. Finally, he asked softly, "What else do you want me to say? I already told you I am sorry. You deserve someone better than me."

Those words were an instant punch to the gut. Bowlegged and stumbling, you put both hands on his shoulders and started shaking him like a maniac. You didn't even notice when tears started pouring from your eyes. You almost screamed out your next words,

" I-, I deserve better? I deserve b e t t e r ?! Then why wasn't I worth getting better for? Why can't you be better for me? Why won't you be better for me?" Feeling lighthearted and almost breathless, you took a step back and continued, "Our anniversary was two days ago, Jihoon. And you only came back today. You didn't even send a text."

With resignation felt in every bone in your body, you dealt the final blow, " Am I not worth a text?"

You heard him release a pained whimper at this. As if it physically hurt him. But you were beyond caring. You cared too much and that was the problem. Using both hands to wipe away your tears (You don't even have a boyfriend now that would do it), you picked up the suitcase and started walking.

It was then when you heard a mangled "I love you" come from Jihoon. Without turning back, you replied, "Do you? I haven't felt that for a long time. Even if I believe you, the problem is, I love me too. I never expected to be your main priority. But it turns out that I wasn't even a priority."

You opened the door and gently whispered your parting words into the wind, "It's not about you forgetting to send a happy anniversary text. It was never about it. I hope you know that. Yet it was my last straw. I love you, Jihoon. I don't know when I will stop loving you. But I just can't do this anymore."

In the sudden silence that followed, only the sound of a door clicking shut was heard. And in the next moment, Jihoon fell to his knees. It was as if someone cut all the strings holding him together. Unbiddenly, a tiny box fell out of his pocket. It was the sole thing keeping him company through the dead of the nights that followed.

a/n: it's woozi's birthday so i wanted to celebrate it in my own way. he is my bias wrecker and therefore i wrecked him in this fic. oops ( i am joking, hehe). but, on a serious note, he is the one who made me fall in love with seventeen's music. he is the one who redefined the meaning of friendship for me. his mindset inspires me everyday and i look up to him so much! so, happy birthday to our hardworking singer, producer, dancer, idol, and artist, mr lee jihoon. i hope you will always be happy and healthy <3

(also, this is the post that inspired this whole mess.)

[cannibaleather]

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[harukamitsuki]

(spoilers for dcmk ahead)

detective conan seriously needs to stop wasting our time and end already. gosho just keeps introducing more and more characters that we either don't care about or are just there to be the love interest.

i love dcmk, i really do. but, and i can't believe i'm saying this, it's too long!! and, trust me, i'm no slouch when it comes to length. (aka, has rewatched one piece at least 10 times).

but it's dragging out! it's clear that gosho has realised he has fans who will stick with it regardless, because the overarching plot is interesting, but how are we supposed to stay invested if we rarely get to see the plot?

there are less episodes where the black organisation appears than there are tv original episodes. don't get me wrong, i love... some of them, but i love the plot-heavy episodes so much more.

it has, canonically, only been six months since shinichi was turned into a child. SIX MONTHS! AND DCMK HAS BEEN OUT FOR 28 YEARS!!

we don't need each character to have a romantic sub-plot. we don't need an in-depth backstory for each character.

we don't need to see each and every case they come across.

i'm all for slice of life - i love it, in fact. but not when there's such a strong plot behind it.

i feel like the desperate revival arc should have been the turning point, where it starts to be more head-strong in the plot, maybe throwing in a kaitou kid chapter/episode for a break. but it doesn't.

instead, we are 210 chapters into the Rum Arc with no sign of it stopping soon. the bourbon and akai arc was 276 chapters, and we all remember how long it took for that to end.

i'm at the point where i just pick and choose episodes to watch, (thank you detectiveconanwiki), because nobody cares about the will they? wont they? for anyone but shinran and maybe heizuha but that's been dragged out more than enough.

seriously, heiji didn't realise he had feelings for kazuha until 600 episodes in? and he called kazuha 'his' but pretends he didn't because it wasn't as amazing as shinichi's confession? i stopped caring the second momiji was introduced because, oh, can't have a love story without an obstacle! FUCK OFF

ran's character went from a strong female woman who was struggling with the fact that the love of her life is gone, to 'help us, shinichi!'. like- come ON! she grew up with shinichi and you're telling me she doesn't have any deductive prowess? what happened to her suspecting conan of being shinichi? BECAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE SHE'S FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT IT

and it's so hard to come up with your own ending, because there's still so much that hasn't been answered.

what is the aptx 4869 being used for? (have my own theory, and wouldn't be surprised if it was right). what is the 'silver bullet' haibara's parents were working on? what's the black orginisation's goal? is karasuma renya still alive? what is vermouth's relation to him? why hasn't she aged?

AND SO ON AND SO FORTH

JUST GET ON WITH IT GOSHO

[b4kuch1n]

tdov was like a week ago already but I just wanna say when I came over to vacation slash help my sworn brother move flat he told me, "ever since you said you wanted to get top surgery I've been thinking about it. it's straight up number two on my bucket list"

[pidoop]

Honestly still salty about my 22 y/o sister who last night called asking to kiss someone the first time “weird”, “cringe”, and even “millennial”??? And it’s so wild to me for a young woman to have such an anti-consent standpoint.

Like you’ve said you don’t get accosted at bars, and hooray for that. But as someone who’s been groped in what can barely be considered a crowd once or twice, I’m partial to establishing that someone respects and considers me early on.

And Ik you’ve only dated from your friend group (I do not), so you feel more comfortable reading each other, which once again, great. But that doesn’t guarantee safety or that they’ll magically know what you want in the future when you’ve established that it’s cringe to ask and better to guess.

That’s how people get it wrong and cross your boundaries without knowing. And then you’re hurt but feel like you can’t blame them because you didn’t say anything and how would they know? Misunderstandings that can often be avoided by establishing clear and open communication about consent from day one.

Starting off your very first physical and sexual interactions with clear verbal consent is an easy way to set the precedent of asking for consent. Like cool you’ve been going out with this dude for 8 months and never seen a dick. Regardless of your pace, you should be thinking ahead and establishing how you’d like to be treated in sexual scenarios as soon as humanly possible.

I guess I thought society had moved past “it’s just kinda weird and awkward to ask though”, “you don’t have to say anything to know”, “just feel it out”, etc.

It’s also so clear how this prude, sex-negative culture makes it so that you can be comfortable engaging in an act but still feel icky about asking about / for it.

[pine-arten]

now look at this

[thedappleddragon]

Hmm

[blinkbats]

I really dont know how im ever gonna feel like a real person and im really really tired of trying so hard and never getting anywhere

[kendallroygf]

i once read something that described kendall as taking up maximum space at the dinner table, scoffing everything down and even picking at the food stuck between his teeth at the end . and it’s like. what a wild misunderstanding of the character. he’s constantly wilting, has literally never finished his plate and it’s actually. odd how absent he is at every dinner table , constant dissociation that’s framed as normal as everybody chats around him

[crossbackpoke-check]

re last answer: please don't stop, being very unhinged about these two pretty white boys is helping distract me from the sharks losing streak rn so bring it on

https://www.tumblr.com/bondedpairs/764566430180147200?source=share

(sideblog woes but there's the link for you) anyway in the vid they talk about going over to each other's houses to have dinner and things and while that is a delicious example of their codependence i love it bc through an rpf lens there is definitely some old man ******* going on. they can have the dilfs and each other.

(someone else mentioned kept boys which i could write an essay on but i fear being Perceived™️)

anyway if you have anything to add to this please do, if not ignore me and i will hide under a rock until the stress-related insanity has worn off and i am a functioning member of society once more 😂

- @bondedpairs

ty for the video!!! and please, WRITE THE KEPT BOYS ESSAYYYY i promise i will read it with my hands over my eyes if you don’t want to be perceived. do it scared!! do it anyway!! we’ll all love you for it!!!

[gregmarriage]

this was meant to be a funny post, but then it got deep imao

not a relationship person, but i believe in their beliefs

[seafoam-taide]

You know I thought for awhile that I was just a rare type of person who sure, liked people well enough but was okay being alone didn't necessarily need anyone and NO. NO. NO. OH MY GOD . YOU GIANT DUMBASS. NO HAHAHA NOOO NOPE

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[kitsunelike]

i really want to rewatch fullmetal alchemist. and madoka magica. i never finished either and it feels like a crime

[toytulini]

thinking about my oc Bytte. and. her gender is Aro. her Aromanticism is inextricable from her gender experience.