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the way some people are talking about the fires in LA is really fucking gross.

people understand it’s not just rich celebrities who are losing their homes, right?

it’s also working-class families who have lived in their homes/neighborhoods for generations. it’s people who had their fire insurance canceled last month and just lost every single thing they own. and guess what? they won’t be able to afford to rebuild their homes or replace their belongings.

there is also an untold number of unhoused people who are being seriously impacted right now, either by the fires themselves or from the hazardous air and weather conditions that have been occurring.

so yeah some ultra-rich celebrities have been affected by these fires, but a lot of working-class people and vulnerable populations just lost everything.

it costs nothing to have some fucking empathy.

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“On February 25, 2024, my life changed forever. While I was looking for a living for my family under difficult circumstances, a bullet exploded in my left hand while waiting for humanitarian aid at Nabulsi roundabout. I lost my hand, and with it a large part of my ability to work and live with dignity. My sister is pregnant, my father suffers from a serious illness, and I am responsible for supporting my family. I need your help to undergo a bone transplant, so I can return to my normal life and work again. Every donation, no matter how small, will help me overcome this difficult ordeal.

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URGENT: HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

I'm Amal from Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

The Israeli occupation forces launched drone strikes on my husband, Fayez, and my son, Mohammad.

my husband was hit in the head, while my son Mohammad was wounded in his legs.

Although my husband's condition has stabilized, my son is still suffering immensely and urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .

I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.

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Help me protect the girls' future

Stop for a moment and imagine your child or one of your loved ones. What would you do for them? How far would you go to protect them from pain, loss despair As a mother, I know the answer to this question has no limits. The love that parents have is immeasurable, and the lengths to which we will go for the sake of our children have no limits. I know that mothers may sacrifice their lives for their children, as this is innate and part of life.

Now imagine waking up and starting your day normally to complete their dreams and ambitions, but in an instant, it turns from an ordinary life into a disturbing nightmare. On October 10, we lost our family home, and I fled with my children at ten o’clock in the evening that day from the midst of the destruction.

From here, life began to take a different form. We fled that day without being able to take a single thing, not their beautiful clothes, not their favorite possessions, not their saliva, without which they could not sleep, not even their warm bed. In this house, I left the memories, wishes, and dreams that I had. I left everything in that destroyed house

But after 7 months of living in the war, I was able to put all my savings to save their lives, and here we are today in Egypt, but I could not preserve their future. Here is life defeating me again, but I send this message to all those who believe in humanity, to all living consciences, and to every family that knows what it means to be You have a child to fight for Help me help my children to build a better future and a better life for them

I hope that you will help me so that I can protect girls from pain, suffering and loss. We, as mothers, stand and fight for our children. Help me continue the path in their lives, happy.       https://gofund.me/6e9c70c8

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Please don’t skip

I am Karim from Gaza, I am 22 years old, a student in the College of Nursing.

I have two brothers, Aboud, who is 10 years old, and Hala, who is almost 12 years old.

My parents are elderly. We are living a tragedy in the October War.

My little brother suffers from malnutrition. My mother lost my brother a few years ago due to the 2014 war.

His name is Aboud as well. She gave birth again and named him Aboud after my brother who died due to the wars on Gaza.

We do not want to lose my second brother. You are our hope. We need your help in order to escape death and live in safety and peace.

We do not want more than to feel safe. I am working to raise money for my family.

I need money to save them from death. We are here in certain death every minute.

Please help us. Hope will be spent on food and the largest part will be spent on passing through the crossing to exit Gaza and part on providing temporary housing.

I need you. My family and I need you.

Every donation saves a family.

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@ Americans!!!!!

Senator Bernie Sanders introduced this bill into Congress yesterday blocking arms sales to Israel.

Please call or email your local congressmen to support this bill 🙏🏽 this is the time we can make some noise!! Pressure your law makers 🙏🏽

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I’m not sure how many people realize that there’s a way in which hurt/comfort is actually very kinky, because at its core you’ve got this emotional power exchange fantasy where one character is vulnerable and helpless and the other takes care of them. In the case of stories involving grievous injuries, where someone is bedridden for a long time, you often end up with two characters in a 24/7 total power exchange relationship without a safeword. It just doesn’t involve as many whips and dog collars.

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THE ART OF TONGUE!

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ — pairings!  gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna x fem!reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ — cw! 3.5k, drabble format, gojo and geto’s is 1.5k alone, 3some(?), squïrting, fingëring, begging, implications of overstimulation, teasing, c**t play, face sitting, spitting, explicit descriptions of oral

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ — xoxo, chris! ngl gojo and geto’s has a whole plot point, i don’t know how we got here but here we are cuties ;3

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ GOJO & GETOU —IS TWO A CROWD?

It was his idea, but you never thought your boyfriend, Gojo would act on it. Usually, he’s adamant about having you to himself, thanks to his tendency to be selfish.

It’s something you both talked about and he promises that he’ll work on it—but not like this.

“G-Gojo…are you sure about this?” you croak, harshly swallowing down that lump residing in your throat. You catch Gojo’s eyes as he kneels on the floor, leaning over the edge of the bed to bridge the gap between you both. 

“Yeah, baby. I said I wanna work on being better and not so selfish anymore. So…here’s Suguru to help me out!”

And here he is, Geto Suguru, your boyfriend’s best friend and most trusted confidant. He’s a nice guy, kind-hearted and kinder on the eyes. 

Especially now when he's wearing nothing but those black sweats hanging around his hips. You watch as he drops to his knees to sit beside Gojo.

"Hey, Pretty," he greets, brushing back the thick black strands of his hair from ruining his view of you.

When Gojo said to you a few days ago that he wanted to be more “open and sharing” you thought he meant with food, time, or even his stuff. 

Not your pussy.

“Um…so…h-hey, Baby. I just wanna know…how is this gonna help you be less selfish?” your voice rattling by nerves.

“Oh! Welllll, I was thinking to myself, what’s something I’m really protective over, and that “thing” turned into someone. And I realized it was you, I mean, I just love you so much, baby. But I know you said it can be suffocating to have me at your hip. So, I asked Geto to help me out with this and he was happy too!”

“O…okay…but that doesn’t explain—”

“Basically, Gojo wants to start breaking his selfish habits by sharing…well, you,” Geto summed up, earning a giddy grin from Gojo.

“Yeah! So don’t be shy, Angel. We’re gonna be extra kind with you. I think you’ll like it too,” Gojo purrs as his hand trails along the supple flesh of your trembling thigh. 

“So, go on 'nd spread your legs, Baby."

 A devastating heat swells beneath your cheeks as your legs expose your cunt to the men before you.  It’s embarrassing really, to have your sex life and Gojo’s habits blur in an instant. The only silver lining comes in the form of his best friend, the very man whose onyx eyes marvel at your puffy lips.

“Sooo…whatcha think Suru’? Isn’t she just so pretty?!” Gojo smiles as he rests his hand on Geto’s shoulder.

The tips of Geto’s fingers brush past your folds, delicately prying the delicate sheets apart.

“She is! ‘nd she’s so fucking wet already…”Geto trails off as his eyes dart to your own. The flat of his tongue drags along his pink lips entices Geto's appetite, giving birth to that swirling pit sparking at his core.

His hands break away from its polite fold over his thighs to swarm you, a palm slipping along the underside of your thigh. Yet, the pads ghost the fragile scene, using hesitancy as his means of restraint.

He glazes his sights up your body. The silk robe's barely doing its job of hiding you away, your tits are just threatenig to spill out from behind the purple fabric.

He finally falls onto your face; obsidian hues studying every curve of your pretty features. But it's your eyes that draws him in, those dewy eyes batting

“Can I...touch you, Baby?” He finally gets out, biting back any more words that threaten his shattering composure.

"Mhm...it's fine," you nod, watching as a smile curls across Geto's lips.

"Thank you." The final words roll off his tongue before inching closer to your heat, the swarming warmth of his breath fanning over your bare cunt.

“Aww, she’s so cute,” He coos at your pussy. All he allows to delve into you is a gentle touch, the pad of his thumb sketching along your splayed pussy.

He can't get over it, how he's gotten so lucky to experience your pretty pussy like this. You're soft to the touch, so warm that he can feel all his woes melting away the second he slips past your sticky folds. And fuck, you're so sticky that he isn't holding back from enjoying the cute chimes of his thumb drifting about you, tracing right back to your clit.

Geto's far too close now, so close that his lips brush past your own puffy mounds, planting a fluttering trail that brings him to your quivering bud.

“Let me know if you don’t like something, ‘kay Baby,” He assures with a hand set to knead the underside of your thigh.

“Oh, and Satoru?” Geto donning a sly smirk as he pays Gojo one final glare.

“Yeah?”

“You won’t be mad if I…accidentally make her cum…will you?”

Gojo rolls his eyes, “Tsk, whatever. But you might wanna tie your hair back… it's gonna get a little messy.”

“Don’t need to, I think it adds to the ambiance.”

Geto’s smirk fades as his tongue mellows against your clit, sending bubbly spools of spit to wade down your folds. He’s quick to twirl that slicked muscle around, cursing your glistening pearl with twitches. 

He digs that much deeper, forcing your perky bud to bear the languid drag of his tongue. Just like that, he’s got your clit under his control, pulling away to watch your clit perk up.

“Oh,” Geto hums, “You taste so good on my tongue, Pretty…”

He’s just so gentle when he’s taken back down, his tongue lulling along the throbbing trench of your folds. His artful strokes pits him before the tight pout of your hole, gummy gasps clinging to the flat of Geto’s touch, And who is he to deny you? He’s made a promise to treat you kindly and that’s exactly what he plans to do when he dips the tip of his tongue against your entrance. 

“Haah, ohmygod Geto—”

“Suguru, baby, don’t be so formal,” Geto grins, his sights flickering between you and your cunt. “Feels good, right? I know it does, but ‘m not done with you.”

Your teary eyes fall onto Gojo. He’s soothing you with a hand on your thigh, his slender digits brushing along your flushed skin. How could he stand for this? Was he really okay with you being split apart and exposed like this, watching his best friend make a mess out of you?

Until those tears ripple down your cheek and you get a clear view of Gojo. Him and the broad chest he's parading around just like his best friend. Him and those taut muscles rippling benenth his porcelain skin—him clenching down on his jaw. 

Pity stains the forefront of your mind. Poor baby, Gojo's trying so hard to stay calm. But you know his antics by now. When he's wearing furrowed brows, clenching his jaw, and holding in each breath just a second longer than normal...he was getting antsy. it didn't help that he had an unfiltered lens to watch how Geto’s tongue dances about your pussy without care.

Maybe all he needs is a little...encouragement,

“Fuck! 'Toru, please?” you whimper out, pushing out a pout you know he won't ignore, “ I want you too!”

“Me?” Gojo dumbly asks as he points to himself. "You really miss me already, Angel?”

"Mhm," you nod feverishly, "Please?"

Eagerly, Gojo taps Geto’s shoulder, “Well you heard my lady, Suguru. She wants—”

“I see why you’re selfish, she tastes so sweet. And ‘m liking having her clit in my mouth. Why don’t we…take her on at the same time?”

“That’s fine with me,” Gojo shrugs. He pays you a glance, his soft crystalline hues scanning your face.

“How’s that sound, Angel? You just gotta spread your legs a liiiitle more…”

You follow along with Gojo’s words, your legs drifting apart until Gojo’s able to slot his head right beside Geto. 

“Wow, you’ve made a real mess of her! Gojo marvels, his thumb pulling back the puffy lip of your pussy.

Geto pulls back, his hand cupping the underside of your thigh. “No, that’s all her, Satoru. Guess she likes me too,” 

“‘Course she does…but let me get her to myself first,” Gojo mumbles out before he smothers himself in your bliss. 

Gojo greets your pussy with a kiss, his lips peppering pecks all over the puffy hood. Geto’s nice and all, but Gojo knows exactly what you need. He knows that you like those soft kisses, that trails right down to your slit and back up to your clit.

He knows how wet that gets you too, but he wants you dripping for him, call it his homecoming from being away from your pussy. So he’s preparing himself by tugging back the hood of your clit, compelling the poor bud to the battering flicks his tongue rains down. 

But he’s so caught up in the spry heat sinking into his senses, that he’s forgetting the reason behind such dramatics. Why he’s so caught up that he didn’t even notice himself delving that much deeper into you, his chin dressed in a veil of your slick.

Your hips pick up against his mouth when it’s too much for you to take, sporadically bucking along Gojo’s working tongue. And he lets you have your way too, it’s what he loves about eating your cute little cunt. He loves watching you crack beneath a few teasing flicks, just for his tongue to sink past your folds and dwell in your sweet elixir.

“She just keeps on getting wetter,” Geto groans as he keeps a watchful eye on Gojo, “But…what happens if we suck on her clit?”

“Hmmm..let’s find out.” Gojo hints.

Geto’s words don’t get the chance to simmer in your mind, not when the two men are two steps ahead of you when they press their blush-ridden cheeks flush against each other. Thankfully, they didn’t need you to think—they just need you to cum.

The puffy pout of their lips quickly settles over your clit, toiling with ushering your swollen bead into their care. But you’re split between then again, your poor pearl bearing the suckling flux of their greed. Gojo’s so gentle, using pools of his spit to spill around your bundle of nerves. It’s messy, the loud squelches of Gojo’s lips strumming at the swell of your clit.

But Geto’s the real tease. He’s so endowed in you that his head bobs along with his worked jaw. He enlists in the aid of his tongue too, the stiffened tip relentlessly scrolling over the bud of the throbbing button.  

All their efforts only pull that shivering heat to overwhelm your core, your pussy spitefully ruining their bare chest in your spewing essence.

“Oh…fuck!” you sob, your back arching off the bed. 

The two men pull away from you, gawking at the glossy fixture made between your legs—your swollen clit, puffy folds, and the timid current of your honey trailing from your entrance. 

“Aw no, I was having fun. Did you cum already, Angel?” Gojo pouts as he nuzzles his cheek into your inner thigh. 

“N-No,” you shudder, “That was just…a-a lot fr’ me.”

“Good…”Geto chuckles, turning to Gojo.

A proposal pops into Gojo’s mind. It’s a selfish one—riddled with the same nasty habit he’s trying to break. And one day, he’ll finally get it…one day.

“Hey, Suru…wanna do it again?”

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ NANAMI—SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE!

Time, time, time, that’s all Nanami wants and that’s all he gets when it comes to you.

He loves taking his sweet time with you after he’s rid of the day from his mind and gets the chance to soak up bliss right between your legs. If he could, Nanami would be laid up like this every day, using his tongue to inscribe the sweetest of scriptures into your cute little gem. 

So when Nanami does get his wish, he doesn’t want you to do a thing. Not to lift a finger, to raise a hand—why, he doesn’t even want you to move.

He’s got everything, all the details, all the responsibility…all the control in his grasp. He just wants you feel good, his sweet little wife. But you have a way with him, using those cute pleas to break away from the goals he’d set in place for the night.

But not tonight, not while he holds the reigns of fate taut in his palms.

That’s why he’s having you sit on his face while his hands brace your thighs, relying on those strong muscles he’s worked hours for to keep you at bay.

He prays you aren’t mad at him, it’s just that Nanami likes to keep himself close to you. He loves taking you like this, for his every sense to be overwhelmed by you. It isn’t enough to taste you, no, he wants to breathe you in, feel every twitch that claims your cunt, to hear the lewd squelches of your pussy sobbing on his tongue. 

And if you remember, tonight he plans on taking his sweet ol’ time with you—which means you’ll have to bear all his antics. 

Just like now, you have to accept the way his tongue bats your clit so lazily. 

Skimming over your silky folds, taunting your pillowy bud to dance to his song—He can’t help it when you’re just so soft to the touch. 

But there does come a time when his tongue gets too sore and he needs a break. When that time does set in, Nanami’s too excited to nuzzle his lips over your clit. He’s trapping those spry nerves between a pucker that’s ready to suckle at your building heat.

And he does just that; encircling his lips to work that pink bulb into a lazy tide. It’s cute to him having a front-row seat to your timely demise. Every flick and twirl he etches into you weaken the pout on your lips and welcomes a spill of babbles to dress the air. It’s all incoherent, but he knows what every single sob means for the welling pit in your tummy. 

But with all his teasing, comes a mess that he’s going to have to take responsibility for— his chin dipping into the milky stream of your nectar. 

He isn’t one to be wasteful. So when the lewd nectar of his spit and your essence threaten to seep from the corners of his lips, he’s got no choice but to slurp down every drop. And he isn’t one for the dramatics, but each gulp resonates deep within his chest as if he’s found his heavenly oasis at last.

“Ooooh fuck! Ken, don’t tease me so much! I wanna cum already!” you squeal, your lips donning a soft pout.

As a special reward, he gets to hear his sweet girl cry out for that crashing high you so desperately desire. And he’s planning to give it to you, but he just needs to remind you one last thing before he does.

“Don’t curse, Baby. Use your words,” he’s grinning too, almost chuckling at the frustration brewing across your features when he steals a glance at you. 

Those pretty doe eyes batting away tears he knows are coming, your plucked brows furrowed, and you lips, oh your lips twisted up into such a frown that…it’s just turning Nanami on more. 

“Well…” he utters along your inner thigh, “I’m waiting.”

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ TOJI—LOOK MA! NO HANDS!

Toji’s got big hands. Not just any kind of hands—worked hands.

Long, thick digits that wear years of work as rough skin and callouses. But even with some years on his hands, he’s still as lithe as ever. His fingers made work quick of any and every task

But there’s something about his fingers that you love—the girth.

The girth of his fingers can stretch you out just enough for his cock to ruin you, hit your sweet spot with shameful ease, and can trace over your clit without a lick of hesitation. He knows how much you love his fingers, but every now and then, you need a reminder of the skills his tongue carries.

Just like now, he’s pinning you beneath the heat of that reminder by painting your pussy in sloppy kisses. 

Sloppy kisses that have to drip down the ridges of his chin and jaw. Sloppy kisses that stain his skin white. Sloppy kisses that can't be contained to the confines of his mouth.

Sloppy kisses that always end with that echoing pop of his lips. 

It’s crazy to Toji how wet he’s gotten you from something so simple. He’s barely even started, nowhere near scratching the surface of his plans for you.

But maybe it’s because he’s calling it a kiss, but that's just the farthest thing from the truth. Toji isn't just kissing you, he's drinking you too, using your poor clit like a straw to quench his thirst. his lips don’t just settle over your heat. His lips are hard at work nursing your clit, relishing the frazzling streaks that spark across the flat of his tongue. 

And he’s cursing in his mind at how good it feels to have to warm his mouth, how good it feels to play with your poor cunny. But that isn’t enough, his tongue’s waiting to put on a show too. 

But that’s in due time.

And through all this, his hands clip to your waist like a belt, the pads of his fingers digging deep into your skin. It’s a little harsh, but it’s for a good cause that he swears by.

Because what’s a better cause than having you cum on his tongue?

And you’re so close that the sheer anticipation wrecks through your body with shivers. But there’s a line that Toji needs to keep you behind—trapping you in a corner with no choice but to beg. 

“Fuuuuck, Toji please! Just a finger! I need more—”

It’s so cute to hear you cry out for more, but that’s the greed Toji’s working out of you. And he hears you, he knows you need more, but that’s simply something he can’t act on.

Toji’s head shakes at your plea, denying your pitiful request with ease. But he’s even involving your clit in the reply to you, his lips clinging to the puffy hood. Your poor clit has to follow every feverish tilt Toji takes on, the swelling heat consuming your core.  

You can’t take it and he knows it, a fact that he dismisses every time your hips jolt beneath him. You try so hard to run away and he appreciates the little game of cat and mouse to welcome you into the scene, but what kind of a man would he be if he couldn’t contain you beneath a firm grip? 

A grip so strong that every buck of your hips gets trapped into the mattress, Toji making little work of your rebellion.

And if he does have to use even an ounce of his strength, he’s simply using it to drag you right back to him and his grimacing mouth. 

Toji's wearing a grin when he finally breaks away from your pussy, his eyes darting to meet your own. 

“Sorry mama, that’s too easy,” his sights falling back to your glistening folds, “Now, stop moving or else ‘m just gonna edge you all night!”

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ SUKUNA—TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN!

There’s a certain standard that Sukuna holds both you and himself to when it comes to eating you out. He has a means to execute these standards, relying on methods that aren’t suitable for everyone.

He loves to push your limits, not because he gets a kick out of seeing you whimper out silly pleas, but because he knows that you’ll exceed his expectations. 

That’s why Sukuna starts out so strong, having you lay on your tummy inches from the edge of the bed with your ass in the air. He swears you feel it more, thanks to some research that he never cares to explain.

When he does decide that it’s time to execute his methods, he’s bringing his greedy lips to ghost past your sopping wet pussy, trading up the bedroom’s air for your honeyed fumes. Oh, he loves to see you like this, that well-trained arch leaving nothing hidden from his eye. He can hinge on the succulent contours of your cute pussy, his eyes tracing over the timeless medium of pink and brown hues.  

When he gets past all the gawking, he plants those thick digits around your hips and leaves all the work of stretching your folds apart to his thumbs. God, you’re dripping, still dripping from your gasping slit that's glazing over your cunt like a rippling tide. You’re making such a mess out of yourself, one that he can’t wait to clean up.

He loves to focus on that pretty bud of yours by sealing your clit up behind a suckling pout. There’s a bliss that douses Sukuna’s mind when he sucks you like this, having your clit swell in his care. He's driven drunk by in your heat, every last drop that leaves you so soft and plump that moment he breaks away with a wet click of his lips.

“Ryo…c’mom! I-I can’t take anymore! Stop being so mean!” you sob, lithe hands clenching at the bed’s gray duvet for relief.

“Stop all that crying, you’re going to cum…eventually.”

He knows you can hear it, his fingers partaking in the lewd symphony. He didn’t start toying with your sweet spot yet and you’re already ruining the pretty blanket beneath you in nothing but expectation. But you made a certain remark—him being mean? Sukuna being mean to you?

A hiss cuts through his teeth. “Besides…me being mean?” 

His eyes fall back to your cunt, hinging on the opal rivulets spill from your gasping hole. The trail each tear takes on leads them to coil around your puffy clit, twinkling in the moonlight as a final hurrah before meeting its splattered demise on the blanket. 

If only you knew just how mean it was of you to give him such an image to play back in his head.

“Oh baby, if I’m being so mean…then why are you making such a mess?”

[nishiology]

the weight of the world. / gojo satoru

the weight of the world still rests heavy of his shoulders, but your little family makes it a bit easier to bear.

wc: 737

There’s a burden that comes with being the strongest. The unyielding pressure of the fate of humanity on one man’s shoulders The expectation was that no matter the enemy, the solution was Gojo.

When he was younger, Gojo used to hide in a closet in a forgotten corner of the estate. It was dusty, and the wing was rarely seen. The air was musty and stale, and time seemed to settle into the wood, ageing it. The paint inside was chipping away under the humidity, flaking off like flecks of snow. It was surprising that the pain had been allowed to get to such a state, but the Gojos were known to be the least tied to the appearances and traditions of the big families.

It was there, in between the dust-covered shelves and the tattered cardboard boxes stacked on them, whose contents decayed with the passage of time, with cobwebs hanging from the ceiling corners waving in the breeze of the summer air, that Satoru would hide and feel the weight of the world crush him. The silence was peaceful, only broken by the cicadas' constant droning and the sniffles of a young child. The dim and dingy room became his hidden refuge.

Satoru was never allowed to have a childhood. To be a child. To not have the weight of the world on him. And that’s why he was terrified. 

Your son toddled between yourself and the couch, just now learning to walk. His steps were uneven; he was still stumbling, and he passed over the rug, transitioning to the tile floors. Soft tufts of hair were messy from exertion as Gojo watched you pick him up and kiss on your son’s chubby cheeks. He had a dimple in the left one, constantly on display due to his cheerful nature. The soft morning light diffused through the living room, giving everything a hazy glow. Giggles bounced off the walls, echoing slightly, as you transitioned to tickling the 18-month-old.

Gojo still felt the telling crawl of anxiety spread in his heart. Calm scenes like this were new to him. He had never known peace, comfort, or calm in the length of his life. When you came into his life, he learned comfort for the first time. You became a haven for him. A source of all his weaknesses and all his strengths. When he broke down after the loss of another comrade, another student, another innocent life, it was you who picked up the broken shards of his heart and held them steady in your hands, ignoring the cuts that pressed into your skin, breaking it and leaving blood. It was you who kept him from slipping into madness by fully letting go and giving in to the delirium that came with his work. A beacon of light in the dark and decrepit world he lived in.

 When you told him you were pregnant, he felt numb. He barely figured out how to have a healthy relationship; he didn’t have the faintest idea how to be a parent. It scared him. Time seemed to slow when you told him, your words hanging heavy in the air. The responsibility, the magnitude of everything, hit him. His breath caught as fear rose in the shadows of his mind—the unknown, the challenge, the need to measure up to the task of not just being a good person for yourself but for your child. The night he broke down and cried in your arms, confessing that he felt unworthy

"Dada da da da.

"Dada? Are you trying to get Dada’s attention?"

"Dada dada." 

Underneath the fear was a profound opportunity for growth. This new chapter of his life gave way to so much love that it felt like his heart might burst every time he saw you holding your son. The joy on your face, knees against the tile, engrossed in the interaction with your son, encouraging his babbles and wonder The room was alive with the melodious dronings of family, a warm embrace wrapping around the three of you. This simple, everyday moment is a testament to the fact that even after all that happened and all he went through, he was still human, he still had a home to come back to, and if carrying the weight of humanity on his back meant that he could share in these moments with you, he’d carry it until he died.

[nishiology]

i feel like ushi is the type of person who has a breeding kink and likes to put you in a mating position lol

ohhh yeah, bad one- nasty breeding kink. the singular thought of grabbing your thighs and pressing your ankles to his shoulders, the singular thought makes him dizzy and there's next to nothing that can stop him from putting you that in that press and filing you up.

the talk that comes with it too, leaves you dizzy and breathless- wondering who's replaced the usually stoic man. seeing the way he's descended into the singular drive to press his cockhead against your womb and give you all of the hot cum he has to offer. pushing past his own limit, until his thrusts waver and he physically cant swing his hips down onto yours.

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REMI I NOW HEREBY NEED SOMETHING, ANYTHING, ABT ATSUMU FUCKING READER IN OSAMUS BED.

After he wins a game he’s just so so so excited to get his hands on you. It just so happens that Osamu’s room is on the first floor while his is on the second!!!! His brother mentioned he’d be working late-… suuuurllyyy he would understand !!

(he’d kill him)

ask and you shall receive 🪽

atsumu fucks you on osamu's bed + atsumu's a loverboy sorry not sorry + f! reader

— word count; approx 800 words

it’s always a frenzy with him. especially after games, it feels like he can’t breathe until he has you next to him. unit he can touch you and slot his mouth until yours, stealing breaths and whispers that giggle at him to stop enough to think, to let you get comfy against the door.

and while he loves attending to you, listening to you very well because he's rounded out how men are when they're in love. the drive and adrenaline coursing through his body makes him a little stupid. hips bumping into every corner from here to what he thinks is his room, until you fully open your eyes against his kisses. eyebrows furrowing at the unfamiliar layout.

"'tsumu." you mumble, rolling your eyes when all that is responded back is a hum from him- feeling his hands reach down and press his palms against your tummy, fingers tilting down to your waistband until you push weakly at his shoulders.

disengaging and meeting the lidded eyes and well formed pout on his face.

"this is osamu's room." you hiss, watching banners and posters that pertained to his twin decorating the wall. the bed shoved to the corner fitted with gray sheets and a black comforter- something atsumu hardly cared about.

but he's relentless- scoffs at why that would matter and responds back with a; "so?"

before hauling you to the bed, eyebrows scrunched with the smell of sleep and cologne similar, but oh so different. whining already when that hand that was making its way down finds the apex of your thighs and slides a finger in.

whole body taut- the singular word of "wet" playing over and over in his head. shucking his shorts down to his thighs to fist out his cock, ridding you of yours with movements so impatient all you could do was lay back and look pretty.

it's all he wants, what he likes. knowing you can lay and take it all, hands fisting osamu's comforter when his cock slides all the way in.

sheathed, your arousal already painting the dark hair laying at the base of his cock. toothy grin flashed your way with how cute you spasm, how you roll your eyes back and grab at his hoodie to bring him in.

wondering where the outcry from earlier went, you didn't seem to care this was osamu's bed now?

"pretty little thing." he laughs, pretty like him. frenzied thrusts meeting you, watching every jolt, shivering with how good this all is.

the high from winning and taking you eating away at the integrity of his stamina- he knows he's going to cum quick, but he isn't embarrassed. thumb reaching down to press mean circles around your clit over and over, only now listening to the loud squeak of the bed, backboard that doesn't belong to him slam into the wall over and over.

"c'mon." atsumu beckons, eyes softening at how you're trying to give him what he wants- barking out something that resembles a groan when you let yourself go. thighs squeezing, rocking, tensing around his unrelenting hips, eyes shut tight and face scrunched up all cute for him.

cumming down the length of his dick, running the seam of your ass and finally pooling down against the bedding.

messy, messy and finally paired with his own spend- trying his hardest to keep it all inside of you, last ditch effort of grabbing at your thighs and hauling you up his body.

thighs pressed around his middle while he sits up on his knees.

interrupted by the name of his brother flash across his phone screen, bothered by the fact that he was in the middle of attending to you- even when this was his room. "sorry baby." he murmurs before letting you down, body curling down to press a kiss to your forehead and answering the call.

"what?" atsumu nearly snaps, hand reaching down to grab at the corner of the already messy comforter- wiping the mess of you both from his cock. "if you're not out of there in ten minutes i'm burning your clothes you ingrate." osamu seethes, making a point to pound his fist against the wall adjacent to his room.

trying not to meet your horrified face, figures he should have checked to see if his twin was home in the first place, waving him away before chucking the phone back down. too busy to listen.

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🍉 Fics for Gaza — Sponsor a WIP 🍉

Hello, everybody! I'm honestly not sure how this will go, if at all, but I want to participate in the fundraising efforts of @ficsforgaza. Lately, I've been focused solely on projects that bring me joy regardless of readership and so for this, I'll be opening up all of my WIPs, including those not listed on my official WIP page but previously mentioned on this blog. For this fundraiser, I'm committing to returning to those old projects that have been unceremoniously left in the dust.

I'm committing to this undertaking with the hopes that one of my projects will encourage donations if they weren't previously inclined or were on the fence.

Raised: $25.00 Written/Sponsored: 357/5,000

How it works:

$1 = 200 words!

Make a donation to a vetted fundraiser of your choice (links below) and send me a screenshot of your donation excluding identifying information + the WIP you'd like me to work on. For every $1 donated, I will write 200 words for your chosen WIP. Upon receiving proof of donation, I will begin working on the WIP.

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Eligible WIPs:

Because the list of WIPs included is so long, they'll be listed below the cut. Fandoms included: Daiya no Ace, Haikyuu!!, Attack on Titan, Fullmetal Alchemist, & My Hero Academia.

Daiya no Ace

The Catcher's Accomplice - Miyuki Kazuya Major Leagues, Interpreter, Forced Proximity (Belated Quarantine Fic), Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Fluff

When Kazuya insisted he be posted for the MLB, he wasn't quite aware of all that entailed, only concerned with being able to continue playing. He didn't fully anticipate the sheer loneliness of moving to a different country, especially just before a pandemic. How lucky for him that you're there every step of the way.

word count: 4,591/20,000+

Promises We Made - Miyuki Kazuya Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmates (if you squint), Expression of Grief, Anxiety, & Depression

He existed as a beacon for you—someone who had been there since before you can remember, someone who always found you when you got lost. All you wanted was to be able to stand on your own two feet beside him.

word count: 14,119/50,000+

His Name - Miyuki Kazuya Non-Linear Storytelling, Falling in Love, Break-up Fic, Angst, Hints of Pining & Regret

Kazuya never realized how much he loved the way his name sounded as it rolled of your tongue, a promise he didn't hear until it was too late.

word count: 1,593/6,000

Bittersweet Lotus Leaf - Miyuki Kazuya Epic, Royalty!AU, Politics!AU, Prince & his Knight, Political Intrigue, Assassination Plot, Rebellion, Grief, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending

During a royal wedding, you were posed with the question, "Do you love me?" from your liege, and it haunts you even as the world falls apart around you. (This is a story about love and trying to return home).

word count: 2,177/100,000+

not a stranger - Sawamura Eijun Younger Brother's Best Friend, Childhood Crush, Childhood Friends to Lovers

Fifteen years after he used to announce to the world, "I'm going to marry you one day!," he no longer looks like the Ei-chan you once knew.

word count: 3,548/12,000

Play with Me - Kuramochi Youichi NPB, Bassist, One Night Stand to Lovers, Falling in Love, Shared History, Fluff, Suggestive

The story of you and Kuramochi Youichi goes further than the night he finds himself in the audience of your show, but it takes you a while before you acknowledge that.

word count: 339/7,500

Chink in My Armor - Kominato Ryousuke University!AU, FWB, Jealousy, Stubborn Ryou, Getting Together, Suggestive

For someone who "didn't have the time to focus on a relationship," Ryou spends an awful lot of time focusing on you.

word count: 273/5,500

Wanna Run with You - Yuuki Tetsuya University!AU, Friends to Lovers, Old Crush, Reunion, Falling in Love, Fluff

A favor for your new editor puts you in contact with your old friend and crush, someone you fervently wanted to avoid. Now that Tetsu has you in his life again, he isn't so ready to let you go this time.

word count: 6,513/9,500

Haikyuu!!

Mine to Keep - Iwaizumi Hajime Yakuza, Fight Club, Violence, Light Stalking & Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Smut

Iwaizumi's taken his time with you, preferring you willing and wanting, but there's only so much waiting he can do before he snaps.

word count: 10,444/15,000 sponsored word count: 1,000 written: 0/1,000

Always You - Iwaizumi Hajime Fallen Angel, Demon, Memory Loss, Reincarnation, Angst, Love Perseveres

You two were favored angels, models for how others should perform until you made the grave sin of loving more than your Creator. For your crime, you were doomed to loving one another time and again through never ending reincarnation, forever watching the other suffer and die.

word count: 1,100/6,000

Coming Home - Iwaizumi Hajime Punisher!AU, Grief, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to ??? to Lovers

After your mother died, you never expected to find comfort in the return of the friend you long since thought dead.

word count: 1,524/6,500

Late Nights - Iwaizumi Hajime University!AU, Pining, Getting Together

In the cover of night near the university baseball diamonds, Iwaizumi finds the courage to talk to you.

word count: 328/3,000 **FULLY SPONSORED! written: 0/3,000

Maker of Myths - Oikawa Tooru Trojan War!AU, Paris & Helen, Falling in Love, War, Infidelity, Grief, Angst

The first choice you ever made was which suitor would be your husband, the King. The second choice you made allowed for you to choose your lover, your partner. The third choice you made started a war.

word count: 4,860/13,000+

This Tree, This Bed - Kuroo Tetsurou Odyssey!AU, Odysseus & Penelope, Falling in Love, Separation, Reunion, Hurt/Comfort

Kuroo liked to fashion himself as one of the smartest men in the known world. While his cunning managed to win your hand and your heart, it was unable to save him from going into a war unrelated to him.

word count: 3,215/7,500

Anxious, Wide Awake - Kuroo Tetsurou Magic & Monsters!AU, Vampire, Sorceress, Witcher inspired, Violence, Blood, Established Relationship

The more they touch you, the more their stench sticks to you, the more violent their deaths will be when he comes for you. Because he is coming for you. You have more faith in that fact than you do that the sun will rise tomorrow morning. His promise can still be heard nearly a century later, still humming along the skin where he first whispered it. He’s coming.

word count: 4,353/10,000

Please Look at Me - Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei Love Triangle, Not Polyamorous, Smut, Getting Together, Angst

“Is it okay if I have a taste?” Don’t you kids do anything I wouldn’t do. Takahiro’s seen Mattsun do a lot. He’s seen Mattsun in so many compromising situations throughout the years, he’s given up on keeping count long ago. And this? This is definitely something Mattsun would do.

word count: 867/6,000

Rosebuds & Black Currant - Futakuchi Kenji Strangers to (eventual) Lovers, Falling in Love, Getting Together, Fluff

It takes you entirely too long to understand the messages Kenji's been trying to send through the arrangements he gives you if only because you don't believe he's familiar with the language of flowers.

word count: 188/3,500

Attack on Titan

Rapture for the Sinners - Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman Canon Divergent, Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Grief, PTSD, Smut

Fiercely loyal to Erwin Smith, you find yourself to be one of his most trusted soldiers, ready to do what is necessary for either of you to get what you want. With no room for romantic relationships, you two easily find yourselves engaged in a sexual relationship. Why do you suddenly find your situation muddled when you're tasked with bringing three thugs from the Underground to the Survey Corps? What happens when you suddenly find yourself developing feelings for the one you were prepared to kill and who was prepared to kill you in turn?

word count: 103,168/170,000+

For You, in the Future - Bertholdt Hoover, Levi Ackerman VOV Rewrite, Canon Divergent, Tech Advancements, Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Enemies, Political Intrigue, Grief, PTSD, Love Perseveres

An attempt at a rewrite of my first story. I've worked on it in secret over the winter and could be swayed to starting it once more.

word count: 7,601/150,000+

Fullmetal Alchemist

From the Ashes Flowers Bloom - Roy Mustang Canon Divergent, Violence, Religious Guilt, Subterfuge, Exes to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

You've spent the last four years avoiding staying in one place for too long due to the belief in the superstitions of your mother's religion. After the murder of your adoptive brother, you begin to learn the truth of the larger conspiracy that's left a pile of bodies wherever you go. Deciding to confront the root of the problem head-on, you find yourself reforging old relationships, for better or for worse.

word count: 43,580/80,000+

My Hero Academia

Set You Free - Aizawa Shouta Pre-UA Teacher!AU, Hurt/Comfort, Falling in Love, Grief, Getting Together

An unfortunate quirk, bad timing, and grief-induced anger tied you to Aizawa years after the death of Shirakumo. He wanted to be a hero, and it takes him a bit too long to realize he may have ruined yours.

word count: 2,256/6,500

Hit Me Before I Knew It - Bakugo Katsuki Pro!AU, Fake Dating, Pining, Getting Together, Parental Grief

“I’m sorry—can you repeat that?” “I’m not saying it again.” “No, please. I didn’t quite hear you the first time,” you push, trying to repress the uptick of your lips at Bakugo’s unexpected question. He looks at you and you can tell he knows it’s not quite the truth, but he obliges you. The peculiarity of it all has you struggling to process it just as much as he’s struggling to say it. With a heavy sigh, he tries again, voice lower than before. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just a date or two to get my buddy off my back.”

word count: 531/6,500

[nishiology]

missing chubby y/n & plug!draken :((((

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ his fav customer ⠀ 〳 ⠀ k.ryuguji ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) just moments surrounding draken & his favorite customer.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ft ken 'draken' ryuguji, afab reader, her/she pronouns, fem petnames, chubby reader, plug!draken, suggestive themes, mentions of drugs, drug usage (weed), established relationship, tbh this is just word vomit because i have had the worst case of writers block, super short lovey dovey drabble, lowercase intended, continued from 1 & 2, minors dni!

the neon lights looked so elegantly against your soft skin or maybe you just were high at the moment to the point where you were highly concentrated on your legs. your eyes stared up at the ceiling as you were laid out on draken's king-size bed. the black supreme hoodie (obviously belonged to draken) that was on your thick figure would rise with each movement you attempted to make. your eyelids half-open, your eyes shot red, and you were personally counting each time your heart pulsed against your chest.

"you good?" draken asked as he took place in between your thighs. despite him taking place in the warmth in between your thighs as he watched those annoying (unnecessarily loud) sports recap videos.

"mhm." was the only thing you could hum out before going back to attempting to count your heartbeats. this time you begin to comb through draken's black hair.

"you sure? i told you the new strain i received was strong and what did you say?" draken asked.

"that i'm a big girl and i can handle it," you repeated your own words back to the drug dealer that currently was in between your thighs with his head resting right above your pelvis.

"yes, you said that! i do not want to be taking your ass to the hospital." draken reminded as he locked his phone and toss the red iphone to the side.

"i'm good ken," you sighed happily.

you could feel draken lift up from laying on you. despite the room being warm, you still felt a shiver shock down your spine when you no longer could feel the warmth from draken's skin. you could feel him climb off the bed just to tower over your frame. as your eyes stared up at him in the red neon lights, you just were so starstruck. your breath hitched in your throat at how attractive draken looked at this moment. his black hair fell in his face so he found himself constantly combing through it. or the fact that when he was lost in some random thought, he'll toy with the one earring that pierced his left ear. perhaps it was the way the gold necklace with your first and last name initials would clash against his broad chest with each quick movement he'll make around his room.

at this point, you didn't know. you just knew that you had to breathe. another happy sigh escaped past your lip gloss-covered lips as you could feel draken kissing at your ankles. tugging you closer to the edge of the bed so he could kiss up on you some more. playfully dropping your ankle down before climbing on top of you decorating your cheeks with kisses.

"kennn'," you whined, but you still let the boy's lips place kisses on your neck.

he's lifting himself off you slightly, his forearm right next to your head as he stared at you. you could feel the pendant off his necklace brush against your skin as you looked up at him. mouths inches apart from sharing a heated kiss after smoking.

"(y/n), do you want to experience cummin' on my dick while you're high?"

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♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — toys ! toys ! toys [ ft naoya zenin, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen / afab reader, her/she pronouns, feminine pet names, modern au, non sorcerer au, adult toys, mentions of piercings, degradation kink, mean dom sukuna, dom reader for naoya part, drabble/headcanon format, lower case and small font intended, minors dni ! ]

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naoya zenin.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — whose despite his loud and obnoxious remarks, he always seems to be the perfect one to tap into your dom side. acting like a complete brat when your attention wasn't on him when you were out in public or it's lousy behavior that caused your eye to twitch in annoyance. but it is even more glorious to tame naoya using toys. his face flushed of its color as the blue-colored cock ring was wrapped around his girth turned on the highest vibration level. drool tumbling out his mouth as your fingers brushed upon his slit, thumb caressing the prince albert piercing he had. his cock looked so beautiful in the cock ring. purposely buying a size down that could barely fit the thick girth of naoya's heavy cock, but it was a pleasant sight of seeing his precum glisten off his piercing and him moaning when your walls haven't even clamped around him yet. you would hum mimicking his pathetic lil moans before crawling on your hands and knees.

"you're going to fuck me with that thing on and if you cum, i'm going to punish you."

toji fushiguro.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — who isn't afraid to use your pastel pink vibrator wand while the two of you having sex. taking up the majority of the space in between your gapping thighs with his large muscular form. his thick cock bullying his way into your drooling cunt with ease. his hips always moving at a rhythmic pace just to have your toes curling with each thump inside you. the pink vibrator wand in between the both of you. each time your grasp on the wand got loose, toji's hand was quick to place it back onto your clit. his hand overlapping yours to be sure the pastel pink toy stayed on your clit. occasionally he'll even guide it in a circular motion just to have you crying out for him. his dark eyes staring down at your fucked out face as drool trickled out the corner of your mouth and your tears were blurring out your own sight.

"go ahead and cum baby girl. cum all over my cock."

sukuna ryomen.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — who thinks it's a bit insulting for him to catch you using the small bullet vibrator to get off when he wasn't there. crushing his ego quite harshly when he caught you rubbing the small bullet against your sensitive rosebud. harsh grips upon your limbs and even harsher slaps to your pussy. you're a whithering mess under him as he's holding the tiny bullet vibrator in this hand. a devious grin sprawled out on his tattooed face before he's letting his tongue glid across the vibrator before turning it on. his own saliva coating it effortlessly before he's prying your shivering thighs apart. like a werewolf in heat, eager to finally get a bite of its prey, sukuna pressed the vibrating toy against your clit. the overwhelming sensation of the vibrating plus sukuna's long digits finding their place warming your warms. you knew your orgasm was going to banging at your door in no time.

"i want to know which will make you cum quicker, this pitiful toy or my fingers.....perhaps both."

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