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and then the Parade of a hundred demons didn't happen

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JJK Getou Charm

https://feikart.etsy.com

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I love Coanda smm

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geto bought gojo souvenirs during his solo mission 🍓

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My personal goal is to try and make fanfic binding as accessible to everyone as possible, so here are some resources on how to make a fanfic hardcover for under $25.

This is a barebones bind for the broke college students and such. Happy to field questions, too!

Here's a proposed budget breakdown:

Loosely organized thoughts:

Fanfic bookbinders often share typesets amongst each other. Never pay for a typeset for a fanfic.

You'll hear a lot about grain direction for your printer paper, but as a newbie on a budget without your own printer, settle for some nice 92 bright paper. If you like the hobby, splurge after but expect to pay at least 2-3x more for short grain paper.

Printing is a pain because some copy shops won't let you print intellectual property smut, and it's very expensive. You are better off bartering instead or looking for a free printer on Buy Nothing.

You know the thick paper wrapping that comes with online orders? It's a good weight for endpapers if you need to scrounge. Paper grocery bags or gift bags (birthday presents) might work, too.

Ask your local library to give you covers from books they are throwing out. Ask for outdated textbooks (those covers are built like tanks) or three-ring binders that are too busted to be binders anymore.

Obtain a used book that was mass produced (so your destruction of it does not impede anyone's access) and maybe even become a little vindictive with it.

If you can afford it, I recommend the Olfa SVR knife (~$10)

If you can afford it, upgrade your ruler to a t-square.

I really hope this resource is helpful! I want to stress how possible this is and encourage people to cherish what they love through art.

If you are interested in fanfic binding and have a little more disposable income, I have an affordable Fan Fiction Bookbinding Starter Pack that I carry on my site. I pack them myself and drop them 1x/month on the 15th.

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ᡣ𐭩 ft: ryomen sukuna x f!reader

ᡣ𐭩 notes: honestly, the amount of fighter jjk fanarts i’ve seen here & on pinterest might have inspired this 😈

ᡣ𐭩 cw: underground!fighter sukuna, medic!reader, modern au, suggestive, heavy tension, fighting/violence

✶ underground!fighter sukuna only lets you patch him up — doesn’t matter if there are five other ring-side medics nearby. the moment he gets injured in the middle of a match??? he’s only asking for you.

“where’s my girl?”

“ryomen — we have five other medics here.”

“yeah, but i don’t want them… i want her.”

✶ underground!fighter sukuna would flirt with his female fans in front of you on purpose just to watch your reaction. he’ll wink at some girl from the crowd, sign her arm, maybe even lean in wayyyy too close when she asks for a selfie — all while keeping one eye on you. but if you don’t flinch? don’t glare, pout or even look a little bit jealous?? ohhh now he’s the one annoyed.

✶ underground!fighter sukuna makes every treatment feel like foreplay. you’re trying to clean a gash on his cheek, and there he goes saying shit like: “… you sure you’re only here to stitch me up? ‘cause the way you’re looking at me says otherwise...”

at this point, you’ve threatened to throw the antiseptic bottle at him at least once a week.

✶ underground!fighter sukuna flirts while he’s actively bleeding. black eye? bloody nose? split lip? this man will still try to flirt with you like he didn’t just crawl out of a cage match with another guy who is built exactly like a grizzly bear. “fuckkk that stings… you trying to punish me or turn me on?”

✶ underground!fighter sukuna sends you shirtless selfies with the wounds on his abs clearly visible — paired with corny captions like: “shit, this cut hurts… come sit on my lap and make it go away maybe?”

yesss he types that with absolutely zero shame & if he’s feeling cheeky enough, he’d even ask you to send him some “selfies” too.

✶ one time, another fighter flirted with you while underground!fighter sukuna was waiting to get patched up. he watched in silence with his fists clenched at his sides like he was physically holding himself back from lunging at him right then and there.

and well, the very next day — he stepped into the ring and knocked that guy out in under 60 seconds. it wasn’t just a win — it was a fucking massacre. the guy had a split lip with blood gushing from his nose, bruises already blooming across his jaw by the time sukuna landed his final blow; even the audience looked shaken and some whispering, “wait… isn’t that a little too much??” while his die-hard fans??? they just roared with approval, proudly saying, “yeahhh now that’s our fucking champion.”

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the road back home 🌾

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blindfolded 🐱 eating contest for your birthday!

tags: college au. this is just pure filth tbh, satoru just wants u all to himself lowkey. pussy drunk satoru, bestfriends w/benefits satoru, eerrrmm idk what else never good at these heh

ft. toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, suguru geto, satoru gojo & choso kamo

you don’t even remember what day of the week it is.

finals had completely shredded your brain, you haven’t slept in days, and even now, fresh off your last exam, you’re just floating. fucking exhausted. burnt out. ready to disappear into a coma and not emerge maybe like ever?

and the only reason you’ve made it this far is your bestfriend turned fuck-buddy satoru, who’s been your anchor and your headache all semester. he dragged you to your last lecture even when you didn’t want to go. he brought you takeout during your breakdowns. but he railed you so good when you needed a break from studying or let you ride him when you needed to blow off some steam when your professor gave you a shit mark.

and now, he’s tugging you into his frat house and grinning like the fucking grinch. he’s got that look on his face that screams ‘i’m about to get away with something diabolical’.

he gave you the run down before hand. well, kinda. he paid for your spa day paired with a full body wax and had you drinking hella cranberry juice, pineapple juice and lots of water a few nights beforehand.

he said, “need you reeeeal hydrated princess. you’ll see.”

you just went along with it. you hardly even remembered your birthday was today. you just figured he had planned a fun night for you and him now that finals were over.

but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“you’re gonna love it, sweets. promise.” he whispers, lips brushing your ear as he ties a black blindfold over your eyes, his voice all sugar and secrets.

“happy birthday, pretty girl.”

you open your mouth to ask ‘what the fuck is’—but then your knees hit the edge of a bed and you’re eased down onto a soft mattress. your dress is pushed up, your panties rolled down and off with a casual flick, and a chorus of familiar voices echo around the room, low and amused. you hear someone who sounds like his friend toji mutter,

“dude, she’s really letting us do this?” and someone else who oddly sounds like sukuna say, “cute. she’s already squirming.”

satoru’s voice cuts through the haze. “alright, alright. boys. you know the rules. first one to make her cum wins. birthday girl’s the judge.”

fuck me.

toji goes first. it’s unmistakably him—the size of his hands, the way he spreads your thighs with no patience, the cocky scoff against your pussy like he’s already won this little game satoru’s got going on. he doesn’t start slow. he’s real greedy, sucking your clit into his mouth like it’s his last meal, groaning against you, sending vibrations throughout your body. you gasp when he shoves two thick fingers inside with no warning. they’re long and calloused, curling up like he knows just where to aim.

“what’s wrong, birthday girl?” he rasps, tongue flicking quick and filthy.

you squirm, gripping the sheets. the wet squelch of your pussy as his fingers piston in and out of you are so loud, it’s almost embarrassing how turned on you are and you’ve barely started.

“gonna cum already?” and honestly, maybe—until satoru tugs him back, laughing.

“give the others a shot, meathead.”

sukuna’s next. he doesn’t even touch you right away. he just breathes you in—hot air fanning over your soaked cunt like he’s deliberately teasing, deliberately punishing you.

“mmmm,” he groans. “smells good,” voice laced with danger.

when his tongue finally meets your soppy cunt, it’s slow, pointed, deliberate. he flicks and laps with cruel control, dragging it from your dripping hole up to your clit, again and again, not letting you settle. he slaps your thigh once, hard enough to sting, and presses a thumb just above your clit while he sucks below it. the pressure is maddening.

“don’t fucking hold back,” he mutters, jaw working harder, faster, as your hips start to roll. “cum on my face, baby. make a mess all over me.”

you nearly do—but suguru drags him off with a smirk and a lazy “uh-uh, it’s my turn.”

suguru is smooth. the kind of smooth that should be illegal. sometimes you wish you had him as your fuck-buddy instead of satoru. but that’s not the point. he talks to you while he eats you out, one hand stroking your thigh, the other teasing your entrance, fingers warm and slow as he kisses your clit like he’s saying hello.

“shh, relax, pretty girl,” he coos, voice low and golden, “let me take care of you.”

his tongue works gentle circles while he slides one finger in, then two, curling them with infuriating ease. he doesn’t rush.

“ahh, that’s the spot, huh?” he says, pads of his fingers pressing right up against your sweet spot repeatedly. “don’t be shy. i know you want it.”

you whimper, thighs starting to shake.

“come on, baby. cum for suguru, yeah?”

he lets your body ride the edge, keeps you trembling, keeps your moans soft and helpless. you’re whining now, but right when you’re about to break, satoru pulls him off with a bark of laughter and clearly a tinge of jealousy.

“yeeeah. back in line, lover boy.”

choso is quiet and intense. he doesn’t say anything to you, but he just buries his face between your thighs. his tongue is everywhere—messy and warm, licking through your folds like he’s starving, like nothing in the world tastes better than you. he grips your thighs hard, presses them open until you’re spread wide, and focuses on your clit with a steady pressure that makes your brain melt.

“feels good, sweetheart?” he coos.

you nod, letting out a whimper. he peers up at you from between your thighs, if only you could see those soft brown eyes right now.

he smirks seeing you bite your lip and squirm, giving gentle kitten licks to your clit before diving back in.

you can feel how hard he’s breathing, nose pressing right up against your clit. you can feel how tight his grip is, how into it he is. every time you moan, he groans like he’s the one being touched. you buck your hips against his tongue.

he presses in deeper. tongue fucking your pussy so good and fuck, you’re right on the edge now, gasping, almost there—

but then there’s satoru.

he was waiting. just watching. lets everyone else play first while he leans against the wall, arms crossed, cock hard in his jeans and smug as he listens to every single sound you make. sounds that he loves to hear normally, but now he’s realizing how much he only wants to hear those noises for himself.

he steps in and pulls choso off of you when your voice is wrecked and your thighs are shaking.

“yep, that’s enough buddy.” he pats choso’s back and sends him to stand with the rest of them.

satoru lays between your thighs, seeing all the spit and slick dripping from your pretty pussy. he smirks.

“alright, watch and learn guys,” he murmurs, hands now smoothing up and down your thighs, licking his lips. “gotta make sure my girl finishes right.”

his mouth is insane.

all plush lips and eager tongue, smoother than suguru but sloppier than toji, focused like choso but just as cruel as sukuna.

he absolutely devours you, moaning into your cunt like he’s been dying for it, wrapping his arms under your thighs to hold you still.

“fuuck, this pussy tastes so good.” he moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he sucks on your clit. “could be down here all day, sweets.”

you gasp, a hand flying to his soft white hair, “f-fuck— toru!”

he smirks, looking over to the guys, giving them a wink before focusing his attention back on you and your dripping pussy.

he licks a long stripe up from your hole to your clit. his tongue flutters, circles, presses hard and fast against your sensitive nub until your vision whites out behind the blindfold. the room filling with the sweet sounds of your pornographic moans and satoru’s devastating tongue lapping up your cunt.

your hands grip his hair tighter when he sucks your clit just how you like it and he just groans, he loves it. as if this is the best gift he’s ever gotten in his entire life even though it’s your birthday.

“oh my god—“ you mewl, “r-right there, please don’t stop, toru.”

he wouldn’t even dream of it. he continues his relentless pace, licking and sucking so deliciously till it makes your legs shake.

your orgasm hits like a wave, crashing and hot and too much, your whole body curling as you cry out his name, cumming on his tongue, gushing all over his face. he slurps up every last bit of it, not wanting to waste a drop.

satoru lifts his head, face glossy, grinning. “huh, would you look at that. guess i win.”

toji scoffs. “maaan. this shit was fuckin’ rigged.”

sukuna growls. “i call bullshit.”

suguru laughs. he knew satoru wouldn’t let any of the guys win. after all, he’s the only one who knew you and satoru had been fucking for weeks now.

choso just shrugs, he probably would’ve won if satoru hadn’t yanked him off you by his pigtails.

but satoru doesn’t need to know that.

you’re panting, trembling, blindfold still in place—and satoru kisses your thigh before leaning up to whisper by your ear,

“don’t worry, princess. the night’s not over yet. we’re only getting started.”

happy birthday, indeed.

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a/n: had this in the drafts for a bit, haven’t posted a multific in a while! hopefully you like this one, i was very proud when i finished it :3

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Yours

(Toji and His Shy Girl)

You knew you had forgotten something the second you left Toji's place, you just didn't remember what it was until you got home. Your sweater—the one you are currently wearing—is not your sweater. It reaches just below your thighs, making it look like you're floating as you walk and it smells like... Toji. Like lazy days of just rolling around together in his bed because the night before went on for too long, like overly tight back hugs that come with the risk of vampire bites on the side of your neck and your shoulder, like late night whispering with your legs entangled.

Toji warned you about wearing your own sweaters around him, claiming that he already does a good job of keeping you warm. You remember the promise in his expression as he said, "It'd be a shame if it just... I don't know, got lost when you thought you left it on my couch." Well, he made good on that unspoken promise, because you don't know where your sweater is and you ended up unintentionally stealing his.

Your goodnight messages have been sent, tiredness weighing heavily on both you and Toji after the adventures had earlier in the day.

Toji makes his way to bed after brushing his teeth, guided by the light of his bedside lamp. It allows him to see the sliver of dark gray that peeks out from the pillow you always use. He pulls out the article, admiring the minimalistic design on the front and sighs like he's been missing you for longer than you've been gone. You showed up three days ago, wearing this same hoodie and some shorts, your getaway bag hanging off your shoulder, and Toji smiled, not only because he was happy to see you, but also because he already knew by then that you were going to "forget" something when it was time for you to go home.

He doesn't gently bring the piece of clothing to his face, instead drops it like a veil and breathes. It smells like... you. Like soft smiles and nervous giggles when he stares at you for too long without saying anything, like your unapologetic laughter during dysfunctional movie nights because he enjoys distracting you with kisses, like afternoon naps initiated by long hugs.

Toji hates sleeping alone. How in the world is he supposed to go back to taking up the entire bed after those nights of sharing it with you? It's become second nature for him to leave your spot open, because maybe one night you'll call... say you can't sleep and ask if you can come over. It's not him if he says no to that, because your spot is open, ready for you to simply lay yourself down on it. He'll take care of the rest.

Toji reaches over to turn the lamp off, muscle memory guiding him to the small knob. He settles onto his side, your hoodie pressed to his nose, but not covering his entire face anymore. Sleep was right there just a few minutes ago, and now it's seemingly unattainable. Warmth surrounds him, but it's his alone, and he can smell you, but he doesn't feel the weight of you in his arms.

He has your sweater... It's not the same. Your sweater can't say those three words he loves hearing from you so much. Your sweater can't hold him or kiss him like you do. All it does is remind him that you did all of those things during your stay with him.

Your sweater is useless without you—it's a fact—and yet he coils around the balled up material like it's the last thing he'll ever have that proves you exist in his life—that you loving him and letting him love you wasn't some overly realistic, twisted dream he's just now waking up from.

He feels the urge to call you, to tell you he's having trouble sleeping, but he knows that if he does, he'll ask if he can come over. It wouldn't be fair, at least that's what he thinks. So he settles for a remnant of you. Not you, but yours, and it'll have to do until he can hear your voice in the morning.

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hes so breedable WHAT who said that

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Ocean Tidebound Hearts (SatoSugu)

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Merman AU

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Geto Suguru travels from Shibuya, Japan to spend the summer In a dreary Florida beach resort village, but his life soon changes when he meets Gojo Satoru, a strange, radiant young man who seems to appear out of nowhere, always barefoot, always dripping wet, with a sparkle in his eye and a heart full of curiosity.

Unbeknownst to Geto, Gojo is no ordinary visitor. He’s a merman prince, heir to a distant underwater kingdom who is enamored with the human world and regularly breaks the sea's laws to explore it.

Using his magic, he transforms his tail into legs, spending time on land in secret. When Geto accidentally discovers Gojo’s true identity, he promises to keep the secret—and slowly, the two grow closer.

But their secret world begins to crumble when Kenjaku, a ruthless marine biologist and illegal poacher with a history of hunting rare oceanic creatures, becomes suspicious. Obsessed with catching a real merman, Kenjaku begins closing in on Gojo.

Now, with the ocean calling Gojo home and the land becoming more dangerous with every passing day, Geto and Gojo must make heartbreaking choices. Can love survive between land and sea—or will the tide pull them apart?

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They have photo of each other on a lockscreen and this is a canon🗣️🗣️🗣️

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1-800 meme 📞

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plot twist: gojo will bath every rabbit (meg asks him)

dadjo I love u (cries while rereading fics)