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𝐴 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 @bluezenzennie

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Y'all no pretty format and such today, I may make a completely new blog because this one is dead. BUT!!!! I will make notice of when it's been made and this one will not be deleted, I promise.

i was recently told that stuff was a bit glitchy on here and also this is just. . . dead as a general so :,))

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GONNA SLURP THIS UP SLOPPY STYLE WHEN I GET TO READING IT TRUST

˚₊‧꒰ა suguru geto ﾉ princess .ᐟ reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ as the jujutsu high's one & only therapist, post-defection, suguru starts attending your therapy sessions. but for the sake that you hold every sorcerer's weakness, rather than actual help. you refuse him — so he refuses your needy body. ꒰ ᡣ𐭩 ꒱ secret meetings ˖ smut ˖ fingering ˖ oral ˖ dirty talk ˖ orgasm denial ˖ 0.7k

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ eden, oh he's soooo awful ⌇ requested

"How - how about we talk about if our methods from last week helped or not first?"

"I've got a method that helps real good, princess."

You moaned as his lips lathed down your neck. Heated, slow, in every spot he knew best. How his large hands squished you thighs between them as if they were meant to be there as he propped you up on the desk.

Suguru Geto, one of the most notorious curse users. He shouldn't even be in your office, let alone between your legs. He mapped out your body as if he hadn't kissed every inch of your skin and bounced you on his lap last week. His eager mouth scoured for something new, something familiar, while nimble fingers slipped behind to unclasp your bra.

Your gaze lowered to the floor. What were you doing? You knew why he was here, no matter how many times his fingers and tongue spelt other reasons. Your body was only a bonus to his much bigger goal.

You're jolted with a hand wrapped tight around your jaw. He shoved you back so that your eyes collided like stars, like your heated lips and his coiling tongue that sought to ruin you for all you're worth.

Whines poured against him and he drank them all greedily. Together with his hand that slipped beneath your skirt and palmed over slowly soaking panties.

"Oh princess," he groaned. Once parted, your shared saliva strung in sinful strings. Connected to his silver snake bite piercings grazing the front of your throat. "So wet already. Look forward to this, don't you?"

You could only whimper as two fingers nudged your clothed slit. Slow massages urged your back into an arch. Magnetic, that's what he was. Taking your body, your pleasure and dignity with him.

Hips bucked once, twice, and he soothed you with his palm flattened over your trembling cunt. Tender little rubs broken by a snapping slap. You jolted, whimpered and he sucked another hickey into your skin. A reminder for you tonight.

"Look at her," your panties gave way to a tug, strewn tight to the side as he wriggled two fingers in. Each pulse urged his fingers deeper, inch by inch, until he shallowly fucked your needy hole around his knuckle. "Poor girl wants something she's never even had yet. Yeah? Want my dick, pretty?"

He's not talking to you. Every lewd slew is directed to your squelching, weeping pussy. Quivered and spluttering with every crux, every rub into that one, devastating spot.

"Mhhm? She's tellin' you to hurry up. Hurry up and give me what I want so I can give it to her."

"I — can't."

You fisted on his hair with a croak. Sobs weighed on the back of your tongue as you stuttered into his fingers. Like a cruel god, with you as the pitiful, desperate devotee. "Please - please Sugu - can't."

How you needed it. Needed him. Heat flooded every nerve. Flowed with every clench and squirt. You stained his hand, hoped to stain his dick, hoped he'd give it to you after ten sessions and counting.

"Need it s'bad. Suguru-!"

"Oh princess."

His tongue clicked against your skin. Your gummy walls clenched tight, as if you could keep him there. You knew that tone, knew the consequences — but you still whined when his fingers slowly withdrew, taking your pleasure with them.

You anchored on his hair, tugged again with your prettiest teary eyes and softest begs. Alas Suguru had already made up his mind. Dark strands ducked between your thighs and slow, taunting kisses laid over your clit in a sadistic trail down your slit.

"Sorry pretty," he groaned into your sweet cunt, tongue lazily tracing along the opening. Apologetic, faux. "Gonna have t'leave you again. Princess is bein' a fucking brat."

One last shmack! filled the room before he snapped your panties back into place and fixed the rest of your clothes. Every smoothed out crease promised he'd do it again - and again, until you finally gave in.

"Suguru . . ." You cried.

Your lips were sealed with a finger and a chaste smooch to your cheek. He withdrew with your taste still fresh on his clicking tongue. Abandoning you over your desk. For the warm wood to comfort your aching need instead.

"No can do pretty. Come talk to me when you change your mind, hmm?"

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He's had enough

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welcome !

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ᵃ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ

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He’s a doctor with countless years to secure his finances and yet…

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the five hottest things a fictional man can be are 1. highly intelligent 2. terminally ill 3. emotionally unavailable 4. full of trauma and regrets 5. lying about their identity

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How I feel seeing some of my moots

Like they have so good art

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( Meta cognitive therapy. lesson no. 1 ) :

Hello everyone, I’ve recently started meta cognitive therapy and it’s very nice when you’re trying to cope with anxiety, ocd, neurodiverse disorders, etc. I wanted to share some of the things my guide teaches me during sessions

Quick fact:

There’s about 60-70k thoughts rushing through your head now the daily. These are all randomly composed thoughts you may not even catch because they’re just zooming by!

We can imagine that out of those 60-70k thoughts that flow through our minds, there’s so, so much we can catch onto throughout the 24 hours. On days where we are more vulnerable or susceptible to anxiety or low-energy negative days. We catch on to the bad thoughts that trigger our amygdala to release fear and stress hormones.

Thoughts are neutral. There are no bad or good thoughts, they are thoughts we perceive whether are bad or good. The thoughts of trauma that impacts our lives often leads us to believe our mind is against us. But it is rather the thoughts get triggered, and our fear hormones are released, because we recognise the hurt. Our amygdala can’t tell whether we are truly back where we were hurt most or whether we’re someone else, somewhere new and in the present.

I learnt that because my thoughts were neutral, it is easier to see the good and the bad in what drifts around in my mind, and tell myself, they’re just neutral.

What did I learn?

When you’re stuck in your anxiety and thoughts, you must get out of your mind. But how do we do that?

How do we tell our brains that what thoughts are passing through, aren’t important? How do we convince our amygdala, and ourselves, that the inner turmoil we face often, is only making things worse?

We do so, by getting out of our own minds. And by that I mean, really, getting out and observing what is outside. Or around you.

Observe nature, tell yourself what is around you. Tell yourself the circus that’s going on in your head, isn’t your circus and those monkeys aren’t yours either. They don’t have a place in your head. Or the right to harm you. Don’t allow yourself to go into your turmoil within.

You see the cycle of getting into a spiral, is akin to getting on a train and missing the station you had to get off on. So you take the train over and you miss it again?

The cycle of the spiral continues. Your mind is suddenly in warfare.

You have to direct your mind to the outward, and out of the inward.

Tell yourself what’s around you, verbally or mentally.

“Trees with green leaves, a bush, flower fields, a sheep.” Anything that distracts you from your mind, until you forget what’s going on.

And that is no easy feat at first. But it’s going to be easier. Which is why, when our minds aren’t at war with itself, we practice that exact thing when our minds are at peace.

We look at our surroundings. Feel the heat the cold the wind, feel the ground and say what we see out loud or internally. It’s grounding. And it needs practice. But when you catch onto it. It helps.

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˖ 𑣲 The Dragon's Flower

˚₊‧꒰ა dragon.ᐟ satoru gojo ﾉ sacrfice.ᐟ reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ for centuries, river villages spoke of the powerful, beautiful and cruel dragon atop the mountain. who plagued the valley with a taste for the hearts of pretty girls. every ten years or so an offering is made to quell his wrath. it seems you're this decade's pretty girl they've decided to sacrifice — but you're not going down without a fight ꒰ ᡣ𐭩 ꒱ monster romance ˖ violence mention ˖ suggestive end ˖ 2.3k

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ eden , oh how i've waited for this, promise there will be more parts pls tell me if you wanna be on the taglist ⌇ art cred : myuchiisu

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who many have spun tales about. the cruel, hungry being that lives atop the misty mountain — with scales as white and cold as snow. fangs and claws that tear into anyone who crosses him and eyes so blue, many reconsider that hell might be cold after all. a giant, powerful, serpent-like being with a roar so thunderous it shook the heavens. many villages around the foot of the mountain came to their own story about the magnificent, malicious being, but most came to one conclusion : a sacrifice was needed to sedate his endless hunger and greed.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who received a new sacrifice every decade. throughout the centuries it had been narrowed down to two categories: pretty girl. of age and bustling with life. apparently, the dragon known by the frightful, powerful gojo had quite the liking for beautiful women. as your grandma told you, he ate the hearts of pretty girls.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who's new decade approached, and who was the lovely sacrifice? why, only the fairest of the village. young, smart, and most of all — beautiful. darling you. your parents wept at the announcement, your family bid you farewell that same afternoon. your fate had been sealed, but you refused to go down without a fight. you swore to slay the dragon, or at the very least tame him so that you could protect the valley. so with your head held high, you were bound to the tarai-bune, surrounded in lotus flowers that were supposedly the dragon's favourite and sent off on the water's surface. with a blade you strapped to you thigh beneath your beautiful yukata. if you were going to be eaten, you would take the dragon's eyes with you.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you dreaded every moment of meeting despite your determination. what kind of sick creature took delight in eating the hearts of pretty girls? yet despite the anxiety, you slowly drifted off with the lulling sway of the waves and the water's mist that settled over you like a blanket. only awakening again when . . .

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who . . . who is that? you blink away haze from your heavy eyes. the stiff ache in your joints no more — neither the binds. the bed of lotuses has been replaced by the softest futon and the scent of freshwater had mellowed into gentle sandalwood. incense? you followed the waft and beheld a man whose back faced you as he busied at a table. dressed in a black kimono with a white haori. white, tousled hair with blue. . . antlers? extending to the front of his head. who is this? your eyes rove further down, and it is only then that you catch it. the long, heavy, white-scaled, blue-finned. . . dragon's tail. your eyes widened and your hand fell to your thigh.

Clank!

"Cute."

The tales are true. His eyes were bluer than the sky and ocean combined. Your wrist laid tense in a large hand that encased the entirety of it and then some. You duck down in a pitiful attempt to snatch your blade from the floor — but his tail beat you to it.

His face was . . . is this the dragon? His white hair fell over his face so elegantly. The same face that was surely blessed by the gods. Sharp and smooth in all the right places, with long, white lashes that perfectly framed those stunning blue eyes.

How could something so dreadful be so beautiful?

"Unhand me!" You shouted, as if his grip hurt. No, he held you like a fragile flower. Looked at you as if you were glass, until he grinned and revealed pairs of fangs for canines. A singular brow arched and he tilted his head with a croon.

"No can do pretty. You're gonna go all wushu-warrior on my ass."

"And you're gonna eat me!"

His brows shot up at this. One blink, two, before a deep huff came from his nostrils. Your wrist's dropped in seconds and he easily ducked when you inevitably took another jab at him.

"Hate to break it to you," another dodge. All did was step back. "But you look kinda chewy. Not really my taste."

Your eyes widened. The audacity of this beast to play around with you like a mouse in a lion's den. This time you snatched the lamp from the desk and rushed forward in a fury. Quick. Precise. Like a serpent. "You sick creature! You think I don't know that you eat the hearts of pretty girls!?"

Just close enough. You tried another swing with your free arm. He countered with his forearm. Perfect — he's open. You hurl the flame in a powerful hook. A dragon's weakness is fire, no?

The flame extinguished with a click of his finger. Your wrist's snatched again, this time you're dragged to him. Your other hand befell the same fate. Leaving you still. Wide eyed. Frightened, determined, panting.

Azure glowed in the dim room. He didn't lower his head. Only cut his eyes down to you with a deep frown. Weighed with centuries that reflected a thousand stories in his stare.

Then, he grinned again. Lazily.

"Something like that."

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who . . . actually doesn't eat anybody? once he managed to quell your murder tantrum he sat you down and explained with much exasperation that he doesn't even know the taste of human flesh. he prefers fish. and furthermore: he's not the malicious, greedy creature that the villagers have made him out to be.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who has been protecting the river valley for centuries. he stops floods and tsunamis, ensures that every harvest season is met with plentiful rain and makes sure fish were swimming in the hundreds so that the villagers never went hungry.

"What about the other sacrifices?" You huffed, hands warmed by the tea he offered you. Youre tempted to throw the ceramic at his unsuspecting figure.

He stood some distance from you, back to fixing whatever he had been prior. "I find them a safe place away from the valley." He doesn't cast you a glance. As if he knew you'd be no harm to him even if you tried.

You squinted, sceptical. "Then where are they?"

Another huff, together with a laugh. He glanced over his shoulder with a dry look. "You really think anyone would want to return to a village that sacrificed them?"

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who promised he would find you a suitable new home. away from all the conspiracy and superstitious villagers. you only had to give him a few weeks and he'd have your new life set up. so you were shown around the mountain top, seeing that instead of some dingy cave or lair, there was actually a beautiful, expansive citadel that stretched across. clouds kissed the mountain ledges, serene streams of water flowed into different canals, the nature was thriving and stunning. truly, the epitome of peace. how could anyone have thought this being was anything but magnificent?

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you learnt teaches cultivators in ancient magic. these cultivators dispel evil spirits and ensure further peace of the valley. you almost felt sad, he really did have the people's interest at heart and they repaid him by spinning horrid tales of him?

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you grew closer to during your stay. at first you stayed cooped up in the room he provided you. he brought you breakfast, lunch and dinner, all of which consisted of variations of rice and fish. he had shown you the cold springs not too far off from the citadel where you could bathe. when you grew tired of all the fish, he requested a servant to bring you a fruit platter instead. it really was hard to hate him.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you found endearing with the way he acted with his younger students. you watched from your window at he trained them with patience — and some silliness you wouldn't expect from a being as ancient as him. he was a bit of a bastard but, his heart of gold shone above all.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you didn't want to leave when the time came. he told you he'd find you some place peaceful. how could anyone want to leave this place?

"You what?"

The scroll in his hands nearly dropped. He pretended like you hadn't noticed. Wide eyes seemed lighter, an almost sky-blue as he stared you down.

Disregarding your manners, you shot your hand forward and fisted on his haori himo. "I said I don't wanna go Gojo — Satoru." You bit your lip. Did his eyes soften? "I want to stay here, with you. I want you to teach me too. Teach me how to protect and live the way you do — that's all I've ever wanted."

The silence was heavy, soft, comfortable. When his hand laid over yours and slowly removed your grasp, you assumed the worst. Denial, rejection.

Instead, you got a grin and an arched brow.

"You sure you're not gonna try to kill me again?"

And this time, you smiled back.

"As long as you don't try to eat my heart."

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you started eating meals with when you realised that he ate alone. you joked about the amount of fish in his plate and he asked if you'd rather lay your heart on the platter. his grin turned to a surprised smile when you hit his shoulder — and then his eyes lit up. "you know, not many can say they've harmed a dragon before." so you hit him again.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who started teaching you magic as you asked. slow, steady and - teasing. oh was he a bastard. crooning when you lost control of the flow and landed flat on your ass, but still offered his hand out with that same kind smile that lately has been making your heart flutter. he guided your hands into the sway they should fall into. right behind you, his larger hands dwarfing yours, speaking softly right above you. and when you got it right? you didn't expect his praise to make your face burn.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you begged and pleaded with to see his true form. some of the cultivators around the mountain told you about its sheer beauty and magnificence. you'd heard stories about it back at your village. but he'd only chuckle, brush you off and pat your head. "and what if a pretty girl like you suddenly finds it ugly ah? I'll die of shame." you hate his teases, knowing he's only playing on your curiosity.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you realised rarely sleeps as he's constantly on high alert for the valley. so you decided to give him company late into the nights, sat on his porch and telling him about whatever village gossip you could remember.

"And then, she stormed into his home with a butcher's knife."

"Was she pretty though?"

You hadn't even realised your head was on his shoulder. You lifted your gaze and stared in mock offence before reaching down to pinch a scale on his tail.

"You don't beat your allegations, Gojo-San."

His shiver when your hand brushed over his tail missed your attention because he snatched your wrist right after and yanked you impossibly closer.

"You're right. Why don't I go ahead and earn my reputation?"

Your eyes widened and he grinned as he leaned over you abruptly. His shadow blocked out the moonlight. Hands suddenly braced on your sides. Knees straddling your waist. But instead of claws, all that came was . . . tickles.

Laughter poured into the night. Sweet, melodic, and he chuckled as you squirmed and pitifully pushed on his shoulders.

"L-Leave - Leave me be!"

"Nah. Tired of that big mouth of yours."

He leaned down further, his grin growing. "But mayybbeee if you cried and apologised . . ." At last his onslaught halted. Frozen, when did he get so close to you?

You were beneath him, loopy smile, face flushed and gasping for air, chest heaving. Eyes glossy, looking like something beautiful and tempting altogether.

Satoru blinked a few times and then parted abruptly. Fixing his haori and clearing his throat with a forced chuckle. "Alright, alright. I'll grant you mercy."

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you accidentally caught in the cold springs. you were on your merry way to your nightly bath, having gone a little later than usual due to some extra training. and there he was, bathed in the moonlight, his hair draped over his eyes, no clothing to hide his smoother than jade skin. along his shoulders and down some parts of his arms were white, almost silvery scales. His back was turned to you, so you saw the small blue fins running down his spine. He bathed below a waterfall, beauty, grace, something ethereal. you couldn't help but stare — until you heard a soft . . . groan? you stumbled away before anything else.

˖ ࣪✧ dragon gojo satoru .ᐟ who you haven't seen much of after that night. you were nervous. had he spotted you? it's been a few days and every time you try to approach him, he always seems to have something to do and then vanishes. you're beginning to miss him, and his students don't seem to pay it much mind. had you messed up? when the week mark comes around, you decide enough is enough.

"Satoru," you knocked on his shoji door once, waited, and feel anxiety pool thick like the scent of pollen outside. Spring had settled over the mountain.

"Gojo-San. . ." You attempted formality, even if it hurt. You couldn't help yourself, your fingers hook into the opening. "Can we please talk? If this is about the other night I'm so . . ."

You pulled the shoji door open and the sight you were met with wasn't anything like the Satoru you had come to know.

Blue eyes, deeper and murkier than the pits of the ocean. Even more scales all over his neck, shoulders and chest, shaking with every ragged breath — where is his haori?

And his face . . why is it so red?

Why are his pupils slits?

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Guys this woman is my best friend. And the best friend if many others. If you do not know her personally, shut the fuck up. Eden does not lovebomb. She is genuinely the most loving and embracing person I have ever come by.

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 just had an anon saying i lovebomb /neg like okay ?? sorry im friendly and excitable ?? ( i really hope it doesn't come off as that )

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. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 heian r. sukuna ✧ f reader ˚₊‧꒰ა kissing to distract ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˖ ꯴ ⌇ “ 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 ”

When the King of Curses has set his mind to something, nothing can stop him. If violence was on his mind, sure enough, blood would paint the floor.

He was ruthless, cruel, in a constant need to assert his rule as any ruler of his stature should. There was no time for mercy and forgiveness was a weakness. If someone crossed him, surely they must have a bite for blade and bloodshed.

No one could stop him. No object, no cosmic force.

But your kisses were a different kind of divine intervention.

The heavens shook, hell stilled — when your lips found his. Like a crash of sin and salvation all at once. As if you were his redeemer, his condemner and everything in between.

It was by pure accident that you discovered the one flaw to his anger: it never had eyes for you. He had grown enraged by his servants and their lack of success in their newest task. Like hellfire, two arms on his right raised and all sets of his eyes were ablaze. The boom of his voice shook the earth in a quake. Surely, their demise would be the only thing to sedate his —

"Sukuna!"

Two arms thrown around his neck froze him in spot. Your lips found his like a cool stream over blistering coals. Each of his eyes widened one by one, in an almost comical, delayed way.

Before he even found his ground again, you parted with that wide smile of yours. One that rivalled every cursed spirit and calamity in this wretched universe. "I saw your gift! Thank you much, you are so dear."

All he could do was stare at you, dumbfound, blinking slow. As if fighting heaven and earth to get a grasp back on his wrath. All he can ground himself on is a four-hand-hold on your waist and hips.

You furrowed your brows in confusion and quickly whirled your head to the line of trembling servants. Your big, frightfully adorable eyes turned back to him. "Oh, did I interrupt something?"

And that's when he knew he was damned.

It wasn't something you used often. You knew that your beloved's methods were violent in comparison to your own . . . Lies. It was that very reason that you used this to your fullest advantage.

If there was a meeting going horribly wrong and his temper flamed? You were tapping on his shoulder so he turned his head. Kiss.

An attendant pissed him off with being a second late? Suddenly you were behind him - why is your finger on his jaw? Kiss.

He's seconds from marching out and setting a village ablaze? Your arms are thrown around his neck, hands in his hair. Kiss. Passionate, fervent, kissing.

"Damn you, woman." His groan rumbled into your short laugh as he stumbled back into his estate with your feet fumbling. One hand swiftly braced on the wall behind you, another cradled your head and a third on your waist.

You smiled into his lips and he squeezed on whatever part of you he could. Lips met in a fervent frenzy hotter than any blister of his rage. Nimble fingers stroked through his hair and gripped along the strawberry strands in the way that elicited another groan.

"You lovveee meee. . ."

"You ruin me." He huffed, weak, feathering on affection.

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Top 5 fictional dicks to ride in 2025, rated as in how good you think they'd feel. Ready, set, go🏇

꒰ ᡣ𐭩 ꒱ you know me so well you're a dear for this question LMAO annww

zhao talisen & his 8 inch, throbby, veiny, thick, flared base, protruding-tip, GOD of a dick 😩

gojo satoru with his pretty pink lil cockhead

geto suguru & his prince albert i'm gonna mess up . . .

mishakuji yukari & the prettiest penis you'll ever see

gojo enari ( oc ) & the kind of dick you write poetry about

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✎ It is pride month, and I am proud of who I am, in my identity and my sexuality. But, god. I wish I wasn't as feminine in my features.

It doesn't matter what masculine or androdgynous makeup I do. The feminine features stick out too much.

Either that or it's the gender dysphoria. And gods, I wish that I was more androdgynous, so that when people saw me. They wouldn't immediately refer to fem pronouns. especially when I've informed them I use they them.

I know not everyone remembers and I know not everyone is going to assume. I've long accepted that. But, there's still room for wishing.

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✎ playing right now. . . malleus maleficarum by kiki rockwell

playlist queue:

when the dark dresses lightly by aurora

crystal by stevie nicks

når jeg danser bålet by nana jacobi

blackwater lilies by aurora

je sais pas danser with by pomme

bird cage blue and yellow by yaelokre.

which witch by florence and the machiene

papa howl's blazing some incense tonight and dancing around while making poetry and working guys. come listen to the birds.