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meamiiikiii · 5 months ago
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[reverse entry AU]
so glad the work week is over!
no more meetings!
what do you mean its only tuesday.
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eleanorose123 · 9 months ago
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take care of yourself! (redbubble) (ko-fi)
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felixravinstills · 27 days ago
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I will never deliver a moral judgement based on what people like in media because I simply don’t know them. If it rubs me the wrong way, I’ll just back away slowly.
Unfortunately, I also have no leg to stand on because the types of fics I was reading as a youth have me going “damn, this woundfucking fic is kinda boring”
(I’m pretty sure I tried to be coy about that tag… now I’m just admitting it. Guys, I’ve been queueing too long… also it goes to show that sometimes execution, not content is what matters in making things interesting. At least imo)
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darkcreamz95 · 9 months ago
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How am I supposed to act normal when I'm heading to the print store to print all these Damon Baker photos for my journal
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knightzp · 6 months ago
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thought you'd like this !!
I DONT LIKE IT I LOVE IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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sunmontuewrites · 6 months ago
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The perils of having kids, and them knowing you write is that they absolutely DRAG YOU when your own brain won't cooperate.
Max - upon learning that the current chapter is 3.5k in a story where all other chapters ar 1-1.5k. "Split it in half mum".
Me: "No! It's the last chapter plus an epilogue!"
Him: "That sounds like a you problem."
5 minutes later: "You finish that WIP you've left hanging for a decade yet?"
Me: "Leave me alone!"
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fridayyy-13th · 5 months ago
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y’all i’m getting sad about being closeted again
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tigertrack · 10 months ago
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look you can make the most deep sadge va//sh///wo//od art out there but if it has va//sh being all clingy and wolf//wood is just Stoic and nonchalant cuz hes Too Cool then it's not good sorry
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airenyah · 9 months ago
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so as i already mentioned, yesterday i sat my mom down for mafia the series and at first my mom said she wanted to go to bed fairly early tonight and didn't wanna watch more than one episode. we ended up watching two episodes after all. needless to say i WON'T be forcing mafia the series on my mom bc she WILL be watching all 10 episodes with me willingly. and happily so
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alexhasalotofthoughts · 9 months ago
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All Health and Social Care A level has taught me is that I should not work in Health and Social Care.
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rucow · 1 year ago
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my mom and i both have pisces sun/mars/mercury/saturn in 8H, scorpio IC, and aquarius venus in 6H.....astrology is insane 🫣
#her mars mercury & saturn are tropical pisces and mine are sidereal pisces though#astrology is insane....our birth charts are literally copy pasted 😭#shes a tropical leo rising im a sidereal leo rising (tropical virgo)#shes a tropical taurus moon im a sidereal libra moon (both venusian)#absolutely insane to think about#txt#random astro observation#we Are very alike but i actually find her to be far more intense and judgmental and fixed in her opinions#meanwhile she sees me as too serious and easily angered (im not im just a scorpio moon and i dont express myself publicly)#i see HER as being easily angered though. but only with me. with literally anyone else she acts much more pleasantly#and i guess thats bc im the closest to her and she is the most raw with me#while with other relatives she puts on a façade#so even though it hurts that she isnt as ''pleasant'' with me i understand that its bc she trusts me the most#and that she feels the most comfortable being her true self with me#and that includes the unpleasant sides of her as well#i get that. i understand it. its just the effect my scorpio moon has on people :')#she has told me things she's never told anyone else bc she knows i dont judge#but i never tell her anything about myself#bc she WOULD judge me. silently. and i would sense it#so even though we are very similar we still have our differences#she sees my aries mars & mercury as too quick tempered but i see her sidereal aries moon and i cower#she doesnt control her anger like i do . i get loud when i get irritated but i dont get Angry angry#if i get upset i just go cry about it 😭 she doesnt#i cry so much its unreal 😭 but she doesnt know that bc im a professional at hiding it#this isnt a negative post btw! its just like. a little analysis of my relationship with my mom#despite everything our relationship is good and we are extremely attached to one another#we literally can't live apart#i had to live alone for 2 nights and i cried and freaked out and started hallucinating my mom was here with me#and she experienced the same with HER mom when SHE had to live alone too#its insane to think about these similarities.....rly makes u wonder how two people can be copy pasted like that
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seedofjoseph · 2 years ago
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You know what? Fuck it! The Judge loves Ethan Seed like their own son!
They love him because he was a child when they met, a child who they prayed would only know the safety and innocence of the paradise that the Father had promised. They love him because he is his child, his blood, and they've started mourning John and Jacob since the end of the world.
Ethan is distrustful of the Judge because he suspects his father of being distrustful of him, his own son. But, despite his stunted emotional growth, he does recognize the feeling of attachment he has towards them. He envies them and admires them, because they are his father's shadow.
Ethan has also seen their face, and hasn't been able to look at them the same since. They are human underneath that mask, and they also seek out the Father's forehead kisses.
If it weren't for Joseph, his son and his Judge would teach each other how to heal.
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softmeetscreatureplz · 2 months ago
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#i cannot fucking sleep bcs then itll be tomorrow and tomorrow is a social thing out in public and aaaaaaaa#(i started overthinking the ren fair thing and noe im regretting wanting to go#every single time ive tried to go somewhere with ppl my own age for thebpast like 6 years its been fucked in some way#tbf i dont do it much anyways but stil!!!!!!#i got pickpocketed exluded nd had a panic attak#i got pressured nd judged by like the only pers9j at that school who willingly talked to me#im fairly sure there r other things but also i do not go out v much period so fuck if i knew#what i do knowbtho is that neither of those ended with me happy.#nd i rlly rlly elly dont want to fuck up renfairs for myself#what if im wearing the wronf shit actually i think i would actually throw up or smth aaaaaaaaaa#ANXIETIES FUCK U BE GONE#(they will mever be gone fml)#aaaaaaaaaaa#also theres ginna be a person tehrre who ive never talked to befire and my default for that is ending up silently third wheeling nd#that alwayd ends up with ppl exculding me so if that happends i might just split off from the group.#oh goddddsddd also whop whop general figure insecurities keep popping up. FUCK OFF.#enea rambles <3#eneas poor mental health jumpscare :]#its midnight and i. feel like Panic#hbhhhhhhhhhhh hate this. why cant i kust fucking DO SHIT like a normal goddamned person#i am. so fucking scarel#plus its in quebec and across a ferry#istfg if the ferry triggers a panic attack im gonna be so fucking upset#BACK MEMORIES#FUCK MY BRAIN RN#SHUT.#anywayssssssss ye so panickijy just a litttttleeee
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particleseparationroom · 2 months ago
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black dye is out. REAL insane ex boyfriends respond to the breakup by making their hair even blonder than it already is
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gillipop-curated · 5 months ago
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scrolling a tag for a ship that's platonic to me "why are you shipping them, they're clearly just friends, this is making me uncomfortable" keeps scrolling
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hoshigray · 1 month ago
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𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐌𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 | gojō satoru
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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: bully! Gojo x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! you + Gojo are college juniors - first kiss - fingering (f! receiving) - sqüiřtıng - virginity loss - corruption kink - missionary + deep impact positions - clitoral play - unprotected sex (psa: wrap the willy, you sillies!) - premature ejaculation - pet names (baby, crybaby, cutie, princess) - itty bitty possessiveness - mention of spit/drool and tears.
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“Yo.”
“Yes, Satoru?”
“You never had your first kiss, huh?”
Gojo Satoru takes pleasure in being your bully — nothing in his third year of college gives him much joy than being your one source of torment. Sure, he’s got everything: being the campus’ grounds #1 heartthrob, a star player on the men’s basketball team, and an excellent scholar in all his courses despite being a dickhead. But, even if he possesses the things that put him at the top of the class body, his other fountain of entertainment comes from something - or someone - that playing ball or dormitory parties can’t produce the same level of internal enjoyment. 
You and he were alone in his apartment, umbrellaed under the instruction of working on an upcoming project this month. Of course, boredom is evident in the tall one’s heavy sighs as he looks through multiple articles on his laptop. Cerulean orbs wander away from the device’s screen and land on the other side of the couch; another figure glued to the armrest is concentrated on typing their keyboard to notice the prying survey. 
Gojo’s ennui begins to flicker out the moment he sees you, wanting nothing to do with this damn assignment and just to mess with his favorite pushover. This is precisely why he prompts himself to ask you a question, and judging by how quickly your fingers stop typing, now his attention is hooked onto a matter way more fascinating.
He spots your flattened lips. “…Wh–Where did that come from?”
“Just curious, a random thought that came to my head.” 
“Why was that the thought that—“
“Hey, aren’t ya gonna answer the question?”
You stammer. “What makes you think I never had my first kiss?!”
He lifts a brow; his round shades shine when he smirks. “So you did have a first kiss?” Your lips open with no voice, and both silver eyebrows rise from the silent answer you’re giving, only for you to close your mouth and avert your gaze elsewhere. Gotcha, he stifles a chuckle. “Thought so, you terrible liar. Embarrassed I called you out? Haha, hilarious.”
Your eyes may be on the words of your document on your laptop, but the heat on your cheeks and the uncomfortable knot in your gut kept brewing. You chew on your lips to focus on something other than the guy getting a kick out of your lack of experience — the guy you don’t hear close and place his computer on the coffee table.
“Hey,” the closeness of his voice takes you aback, and you’re surprised to see him sit closer enough to bring a hand to close your laptop. “Wanna kiss me?”
Mortified eyelids shoot wide. “Wanna—Wh-What!?!” What the fuck is going on?!? “Why would you ask me—“
A nonchalant shrug adds more weight to your shock. “Why not? It’s just you and me, alone in my apartment at 8 o’clock. Sounds like a perfect opportunity, doncha think?” 
“Yeah, to do work!” Your emphasis fails as Gojo takes your device to add to the table surface. “I-I didn’t come here for you to question me and ask to—“
“You got someone else you’re waiting for?” He uses a hand to cage you from escaping, a knee between your legs. He knows he has the upper hand, observing behind shielded sunglasses as he awaits your response. 
“I–W-Well,” God, what did I get myself into? “Not necessarily…”
“So, do you not trust me with your first kiss?”
“That’s…That’s not the point—“
“You’re deflecting!”
“Satoru,” the way you say his name — low and soft, a pleading whisper — makes something switch for Gojo, looking at your bashful expression with hesitant hands, barely pushing his chest. “We shouldn’t…Let’s get back to the assignment?”
That wasn’t working on him; he’d never want to stop teasing you, especially now when you look too cute. “Let me kiss you one time, ‘kay? Then, we’ll go straight back to work.” He can see the cogs work in your brain, deciphering whether he is genuine. Was he? He couldn’t tell; all he was thinking about was how your lips felt. “I promise, princess.”
You didn’t mean it to happen, but you scan from his shades to his lips; now, it’s all you can see. The bob of his Adam’s apple, when he gulps, has your breath hitch, and after a few silent seconds with no movement, he begins to descend his face lower, and your lids swiftly close. So does his as he gently places his pillowy lips onto your plump ones, and a hushed squeak doesn’t go neglected.
Cherry — that’s the flavor that Gojo can taste. It has to be from the lip gloss you plastered on your lips that made them inviting to gawk at, pretty lips that the tall other couldn’t stop peering occasionally. He licks the bottom, taking in more of the taste with a soft groan. You yelp, gaping your lips further to give the man above an idea, and chew on your bottom lip. More whimpers slide past your control, hands gripping his sweatshirt as he peppers you with soft kisses, latching onto yours for longer seconds from one after the other — so much for one kiss.
You’re the one to break it off, hesitantly backing away from him to breathe. Hot skin returns to the cold air, and intimate huffs fuel into the space. You open your eyes slowly, half-lidded with knitted brows and scorching ears. You examine Gojo’s neutral expression; orbs that were once filled with reluctance are now replaced with a...wonder.
An innocent wonder that nearly has Gojo shut down from seeing as your hands steadily ring around his neck. There it is again, another switch flipped. This time, a spark ignites his brain, curiosity coursed to a more indecent field after what it feels like taking your first kiss. Because the way you’re looking under him — entirely submitted to him and his touch — wasn’t something he expected to rock his core. And all he can think about now…
…Is what taking all of your firsts would be like.
“—Taaahhh, haah…! Satoru, w-wait a min—“
“Hey, baby, tell me, what’s it like having my fingers inside you?”
Gojo’s little experiment delved into different extremes; your first kiss was the starting point of the many thoughts that perturbed his thinking. He wanted to know more about your potential firsts. For example, such as right now, how you’d be if he were the first to touch your privates. 
The atmosphere around the living room became hotter; the tepid silence switched with the erotic sounds and squeals that exited your system. Your legs spread apart, Gojo in between your thighs as his big, calloused hand swims under your panties to shove away and meet the bareness of your cunt. You were so wet, your liquids effortlessly coating his fingertips with barely any push. An entire mess between your inner thighs and labia. And that made Gojo’s mind go wild.
“Holy shit,” he chuckles in a heavy sigh. “So fucking wet and tight…Heh, you’re all like this because of a kiss, huh? So adorably pathetic.”
Refutation is impossible as he curls his forefinger inside, scraping your upper wall in a manner you never envisaged. “Sator—Mmmph…!” He keeps pushing the digit to the knuckle, touching crevices of your inner channel you could never reach. “O-Ohhh, Jesus…”
“Mmmm, fuck, you're twitching like crazy,” and Gojo was loving every second of it. The taller junior then decides to test something and creeps his middle finger near your opening, smearing itself with your come as lube. 
You sense him push the finger in, nerves heightened. “W-Wait, Satoru, I can’t—“
“Oh, yes, you can.” He interrupts you with a cheeky sneer. “You’re practically asking for it with you twitching so much. Watch.” Gojo pushes the middle digit leisurely; your beseeching babbles become increasingly incoherent when he adds the whole thing with the other finger. Now, both of them have you shrilling from their intrepid fashion, grazing on your vaginal walls with every pull and shove until his knuckles smooch your labia.
Good God, the place is so hot, your face is hot, your body’s hot, your insides feel hot — everything is just too hot for you to handle! And your brain cannot hold itself together as the seconds go. You throw your head back, your eyes sewn shut, “OhGod, ahhck! Wait, stooop! Go slow, go slo—Ohhh!” Gojo does the exact opposite; the pace of his fingers surges to a tempo you find difficult to ride through. Your entire frame locks together, preparing for the inevitable to slip past your hold, and tremors course around you as your orgasm hits you like a train.
Simultaneously as Gojo continues to rut your soapy cunt, a clear liquid disperses out of your urethra and sprays outward. Sprinkling onto the skin of your thighs and drenching your underwear. Although you’re not the only one who gets caught, Gojo at the front gets a genuine display of you showering his forearm with your essence, damping his sweatshirt in the process, and even a bit on his sunglasses.
It happens the third time: something snaps inside Gojo once he sees your oddly beautiful teary face. It’s at that moment that something in his core breaks and permeates his entire body with a force that’s been itching to get out when he kissed you earlier. He swallows thickly because the next thing he does after this will eat him alive, a queerly anticipated feeling for the white-haired man.
Of course, Gojo is astonished at what transpired, the shock in his eyes concealed by the shades. “Did you…just squirt on me?” His ears pick up the sound of you sobbing, your hands covering your face as you whine.
Massive tears roll down your cheeks, “I—hic—I told you to wait…!” 
It’s a no-brainer that Gojo pulls you off the couch and leads you to throw on top of his bed, stripping himself off his pants and briefs to free his raging erection and crawling up on top of you after chucking his shades off. A gasp leaves puffy lips when his pink glans meet the folds of your vagina, burrowing between your labia to coat with your slick.
“Satoru, wait,” you voice. “D-Don’t you have a condom?”
“Sorry, ran out of them.” Lies. Gojo knows he has rubbers tucked in his nightstand. However, the intention to use them is nowhere to be found. Because tonight – knowing completely and damn well you’re still a virgin – he had to fuck you raw. The drive to do so sent shivers up his spine. “Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll promise to pull out.”
Yet again, another deception.
Gojo pushes the tip in as he counts your breaths, watching every wince and contortion of your expression as the cockhead ventures and seeks shelter inside your slit. Your body is squirming through every exhale, and Gojo’s coaxes to relax your rigidness are somewhat helpful as you intake air. Before you know it, your mouth goes to a permanent ‘o’ shape once the tip is inserted, the act of breathing stops, and your body recoils and tenses as he slowly forces the foreign limb to carve your tightness inch by inch.
Oh, fucking shit…!! Oh yeah, Gojo thanks himself for not putting on a rubber. The firm grasp of your walls around his length nearly has him lose balance, sinking into your warm wetness clenching onto him so deliciously. He bites his lip to composure, a futile attempt as he throws in a few slow thrusts, and the snug of you has him in a chokehold. Then, when he hits your cervix, you instinctively grip onto him tighter and wrap your legs around him, and Gojo almost chokes. 
“F-Fuuck, wait, wait..!” He curses, submitting to a release way too early; his hips tremble as his cock ejaculates into your vagina. Shocks rattle his brain, rolling his eyes to the ceiling at the sensation of pooling himself into you. “Shit, oh shiiiit…this fucking pussy is driving me crazy.”
It really does because Gojo, still keen from his climax, dials the cadence, rutting into you with purpose. The sudden movements have your shrieks bouncing across the bedroom walls, and hits to your womb are frequent and cause more tears to strike down without your comprehension. “Nnnmm! OhhhmyGod…! Mmoohh!!”
“Heh, look at you cryin’,” Gojo teases you from above, licking a tear before kissing your cheek and ear. “Guess that’s expected for your first time, huh…Hnnnm, God, you’re clenching my dick so much.”
“Th-That’s because you’re—“The curve of his shaft has the tip graze your walls in an angle that makes your back arch. “Ahhoooo!! I’m fuull; you’re making me fulll…!!”
“Awww, am I making you full, crybaby?” He mocks you in your ear, the snicker sounding too salacious to the drum. “You full with my dick that it got you whining and crying for me?”
I can’t do this! Your brain dissolves into mush, and your face is too hot to construct adequate consciousness. “I can feel it, I can feel…”
“What is it? I can’t hear you through all the sobbing,” Gojo unscrews your legs to maneuver one for him to straddle and the other to lie on his shoulder. The new position gave him a directed way to piston his pelvis into your aching cunt, your squeals turning into screams as pokes to your womb come with the feverish pacing. He’s hitting so deep you can’t catch up! “What, you think you’re about to cum?”
You nod hurriedly. “Yes, yesss!!”
“Oh, that’s what you want now?” The snow-headed man chortles before sneaking a hand to your vulva, where his fore and middle finger swipe on your clit. “Tell me, is that what my pathetic angel wants?” You nod again, so he pinches your bud. “Tell me properly~.”
“—Ahhnnn, ohh, Sa—‘Toruuu!!” You pan to him. “Pleaseee, please make me cum, I wanna cum…!!”
God, this was a picture worth savoring. The image of you being all desperate for release, wanting nothing but to succumb to your wanton desire. You looked so ruined, like a completely different person compared to the meek exterior Gojo used to. And it’s all because of him – his words, his touches, his lips, and his dick – that you’re like this. A fact that only propels him to hammer his hips into you harsher. 
“Good girl,” he bends down to close his face to yours. Surveying you make such erotic faces as he keeps playing with your clit is food for his soul. “Enjoy yourself, princess,” and he steals your lips once more for another kiss.
Your orgasm comes to you quicker than ever, thanks to the work of Gojo’s hips, the hits of your cervix, the pinches on your clitoris, and the sloppy makeout session. Your body freezes and lets the aftershocks jolt you to a rocky clarity, your head in a dense fog, and your vision just about blurry. Your legs quiver with heaving breaths, and Gojo keeps thrusting as you soon fall out of your euphoria. 
The cold air blankets both of you once tense muscles calm down and bring you two back to reality. Silence befriends the lack of words aside from the pants of breath, and Gojo sluggishly withdraws his cock out of your wet chasm, whistling at the sight of his load slowly protruding out of your essence.
“Hey,” your face forms into a helpless expression. “Bet you never tried anal before.”
Tonight was dedicated to conquering all of your firsts. And Gojo means that with every bone in his body!
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