#the utmost pain

[b0kksu-gone]

         Briefly I’ve mentioned that Satoru was sired by the Gojo Clan’s great willow tree, Itsuki. A tall man with a rather intimidating disposition, he is said to upheld the traditions of yore with a great fervor, while acting as a loyal attendant to the young lordling. The Gojo Clan operates on an air of anonymity between one another, contrary to belief, sons are rare. Thus, Itsuki’s birth for himself was an anomaly while he would never wield the might of the Six Eyes, like most, he can shield himself with the usage of Infinity. Though, he is not as mastered && in his youth survived assassination attempts. The Gojo Clan takes their anonymous features seriously after the death of the infant heir, through their separation from one another, they are able to secure the overall well being of their strongest member. Itsuki is often seen in traditional attire that most Gojo’s tend to wear; white robes, veil, along with the typical wooden jewelry.

       In Tokyo, he is often garbed in sleek modern clothing, three piece suits, along with highlighting the contrast to his son; a warm tanned complexion with silver-grey like hair, stormy eyes, but the same naughty smile. While a son that was forced to fit into the model of an ancient hierarchy, he takes no shame or disdain towards his role && position, wearing it with great honor. In the families placement, he is ranked as their medic, particularly blessed in the knowledge of RCT to the point his services are demanded by high ranking families. Does he love Satoru? Immensely, enough that it is rumored if those who wish to commit treason are found, he has handled them swiftly && has no qualms of demolishing his own kin to protect the prophetic child. The Gojo Clan represents reunion, the promise that death cannot keep one another apart from their beloved; in their isolation && loneliness, they hold one another closely.   

[kusabiwasabi]

you can tell I'm going thru it when I'm in the fitzloved tag

[smute]

i cant believe im sick again this is ridiculous

[valeechtine]

Impossible Animals by Roar save me. Save me Impossible Animals by Roar. Impossible Animals by Roar...

[lemongogo]

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

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[senselessalchemist]

Dead cells devs I need to fucking know if it's an Irish bouzouki or a Greek one

[naughtydogg]

me looking at tom with tears in my eyes you fucking angel I love you so much.

😡😤 yeah it’s emo hours keep scrolling

[whimlen]

just watched the red wedding for the very first time oh my serious fucking god

[sylviareviar]

What does your heart look like?

iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

Tagged by: @the-flower-karasu

Tagging: you!

[lesbanian]

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[enby-endo]

Devil may also tell you you're weak for wanting to take the painkiller, this is also False. Even if it doesn't/wouldn't get worse, you don't know that and you don't deserve to be in pain regardless.

if u feel the first cramp and think "i dont need a painkiller yet, itll pass" ? that the devil speaking, take that painkiller immediately

[kermitsex]

My western European classmates are simply not prepared for the resting slavic expression

[uwabbittuwabbit]

not getting my silverstone piece done in time. sad!

[niconebula]

str*nger things secretly devising one of the best beautifully drawn out gay love stories known to man that will release worldwide infront of millions of unknowing viewers but a large part of the crew including one of said leads supports israel aughhhh

[benkeibear]

『 Big 』

☼ synopsis: Gyomei was a gentle giant, or at least he tried to be but it wasn't easy when he's balls deep inside of you.

☼ character: Gyomei

☼ wc: 1.2k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, sub!reader, size kink, oral (reader receiving), facesitting, fingering, cervix fucking, creampie

☼ notes: he is rotting my brain badly it just won't stop 😩 || requests are open!

Gyomei has always been a gentle giant, his physical appearance small compared to his big heart and that's what made you fall for him. It was the way he cared for his loved ones so dearly, how he held your hand with utmost care as if you'd break at any second. Loving Gyomei was a second nature to you, smiling at the way he panics when he feels like he's been a little too rough, how he makes sure not to raise his voice at you, no matter what or how small he managed to made you look - compared to him, almost everyone looked small. His frame was dwarfing yours when he kissed you tenderly, big hands resting on your hips ever so gently, touch feather light when he moved to cup your cheeks. The way he had no issue lifting you up to make you sit on his lap instead, looming over you made him fear he'd accidentally squish you to death beneath his large frame but you couldn't complain when your hands rested on his broad chest, lips locking once more in a heated yet gentle kiss.

A low rumble came from his chest when you slowly unbuttoned his shirt “petal… are you sure?” He mumbles, stopping your hands from undoing another button. The memory of your pained whines coming back into his head from when you two made love last time, at how he barely fit inside of you and how sore you were after. What he couldn't see however, was how your eyes rolled back into your head and how the drool slipped out of your mouth at how good the stretch felt despite the stinging sensation. “I’m sure Gyo… you make me feel so good… so full,” you whispered as you planted open mouthed kisses onto his chest which made him melt.

Who is he to deny you your wishes, allowing you to undress him further before big hands reached for your clothes, taking them off piece by piece and letting his hands wander over your body to feel your soft skin. This was one of his favorite parts, feeling the goosebumps form under his gentle touch, your nipples pebbled effortlessly when he swiped the pads of his thumbs over them before leaning down to capture one of them between his lips to suck on it eagerly while his tongue flicked over it. Sweet mewls filled the room when he moved on to the other nipple, hands traveling to your thighs.

Gyomei had no issue lifting you from his lap onto his face when he laid back, his tongue swiping through your drenched folds without further warning as he moaned from your sweet taste. Your hands found home in his short hair, gently tugging it when your hips started to move on their own accord, grinding against his skilled tongue only to be held in place by your waist, his tongue dragging torturously slow through your folds until he attacked your bundle of nerves with quick flicks, the change of pace making you cry out his name.

Angelic moans filled his ears, muffled by your thighs squeezing around his head the closer you got, moaning into your sweet cunt when you graced his tongue with your juices, coming undone from the way he was eating you out and Gyomei refused to stop - needing you dripping wet. Only when your clit was so sensitive you couldn't take more of his onslaught he let go of your waist, allowing you to fall off of him but not too far, big hands already spreading your thighs again "Need to get you nice and ready for me, petal," he mused, comforting kisses getting littered on your thighs when a single finger entered you, enough to make you moan once again.

The way you clawed onto his arms made him more eager, forgetting his own size when he pushed a second and third finger into you which left you gasping for air, velvet walls fluttering around the digits and the stretch alone made you come undone once, twice until you were begging for his cock. Your lewd pleas for him made the heat rise up to his cheeks, fingers scissoring you open just to make sure you're ready to take him. Oh how he'd love to see the sight in front of him, cunt sopping wet, leaving a patch on the sheets beneath you just from his fingers. His cock hung heavy, the precum already leaking down onto his fat shaft when he wrapped his hand around it, his huge body once again dwarfing you beneath him, groaning when your hand reached for his length, barely able to wrap your hand around it. Everything was just so small in comparison to him, it made it hard to stay composed but hurting you or even breaking you was something he was genuinely scared of, forcing himself to take deep breaths when he lined the tip up with your entrance, needing slight force to push the head of his cock past your entrance.

Gyomeis jaw went slack at the mewls you let go, his cock slipping into you inch by inch while he praised you until his balls rested heavy against you, hips lined up with yours. “You're taking me so well, flower,” he whispered, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss while your walls still struggled to adjust, feeling them clench around him until you started moving your hips, signaling that he can move. Pulling out almost all the way before pushing himself back inside of you made him see stars, able to feel every ridge in your walls as he did so, your desperate moans filling the room alongside the lewd squelching of your arousal - a sign that he prepared you well enough. The louder your moans got, the more your lover lost himself, his pace quickened as well as the power of his thrusts until he was pounding into you as if this is the last time he will ever have you. Hearing you cry out in pleasure from the way his cock kissed your cervix over and over, almost inside of your womb made his own tears run over his cheeks in thick streams. “You can do it, petal” he moaned, your thighs folded tightly to your chest when he felt you come undone, your cunt squeezing him and milking him from everything he had to give. Heavy grunts fell from his chest when his hips started to rut into you, his cum spurting inside of you and painting your walls white as you wiped the tears from his cheeks until his hips finally stilled and his head came down to hide in the crook of your neck.

It amazed him every time how well you took him despite the strain it puts on your body, but you cry and moan his name so beautifully, begging him for more and more and you both knew that it never just stays at one round, especially not when your walls still fluttered around him after he came, pushing him into overstimulation but he didn't mind it, wanting to give his petal everything she wanted, easily flipping you over so you were now on top of him, letting you choose your own pace. All he wanted was to feel you so close, big hands intertwining with yours when you started riding him.