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1x15 | The Scarecrow
Oswald and Ed 🐧🧩 (officially) meet for the very first time, and right off the bat it was obvious how incredible their dynamic was. Gotham made a lot of missteps throughout its run, but it absolutely stuck the landing when it came to this scene
I'm firmly in the camp that for Ed, it was obsession at first sight back in episode 6
Probably went on the hunt for each and every scrap of information he could find about Oswald and his villainous escapades, and subsequently always kept an ear out for any mention of Oswald's name around the precinct
Hence why (in my view), when the opportunity to finally interact with Oswald presented itself, Ed was utterly incapable of playing it even remotely cool.
Ed - my guy - Oswald is a Gangster. You can't just openly stalk him around the precinct and share 'neat' facts about methods that help bring more baby penguins into the world 😭 😭 FFS that's about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the skull
As for Oswald, he is just - so done throughout this entire interaction. In the span of two minutes he manages to speedrun through more emotions than some people experience in a week; truly, a work of art.
#Gotham#oswald cobblepot#edward nygma#nygmobblepot#season 1#Gotham 10 Year Anniversary Extravaganza#this was actually ready to go I just forgot to stick it in the q#ffs#not the most complicated gifset but was surprisingly tedious to put together#might make a miniature version where the corresponding caption is a bit more . . . blunt#risqué#if you will lol#if i have time i might also dedicate a gifset entirely to oswalds incredible face journey throughout the two minutes#truly extraordinary to behold lol#see you later tonight for 1x16#the blind fortune teller#3 guesses as to who is the subject if today's gifset#my gifs#mine
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#kpop#kdrama#goblin#true beauty#tail of the nine tailed#hotel del luna#uncanny counter#extraordinary attorney woo#Vincenzo#crash landing on you#other...#business proposal#cinderella and the four knights#w: two worlds#favorite kdrama#vote#korea#korean#mine currently is tail of the nine tailed#just started watching goblin my decision might change who knows#kpop boys#korean girls
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It just feels like I have to.
EXTRAORDINARY YOU 어쩌다 발견한 하루. South Korea, 2019. LIGHTER & PRINCESS 点燃我,温暖你. China, 2022.
#어쩌다 발견한 하루#点燃我,温暖你#lighter and princess#extraordinary you#li xun x zhu yun#harudanoh#rowoon#rowoonedit#asiancentral#cdramaedit#kdramaedit#todramaism#kim hye yoon#chen feiyu#zhang jingyi#로운#김혜윤#*mine#am i obsessed?#maybe#but these ships deserve
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Favorite k-dramas of 2022
#kdramaedit#dailynetflix#netflixedit#kdramagifs#kdramas#reborn rich#tomorrow#2521#extraordinary attorney woo#if you wish upon me#one dollar lawyer#my liberation notes#little women#gaus electronics#edits#gifs#mine
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Asriel x Marisa realising they both love the daughter they never asked for and are willing to die for her [while simultaneously being very confused about it]
#masriel#asriel x marisa#asriel x lyra#lyra x marisa#HDM#his dark materials#I JUST LOVE THEIR SUBTLE CONFUSED FACES#her face when she realises he'd jump into oblivion for lyra (AND FOR HER WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY VERY PLATONIC AS WELL)#and he's like YOU. actUAlly wAnt this thinG. We CREAted Together THAT WAS creaTEd ouT o f someTHIng EXtraordinARy and that I neVER understo#od why IT SHOUldd be a HUMIliation WHAAAT you sERIOUS#I thought I was the only one but I'm not gonna let you know until 5 minutes before we jump off a cliff together#NICE#mine
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So maybe this is just me, and I really can’t speak for everyone who’s non-binary, but if you ARE non-binary and interested in seeing the Barbie movie, just don’t go in expecting any revolutionary takes about gender or feminism beyond the milquetoast neoliberal slurry we already get from, like, Law and Order SVU and shit like that. Go see it if you want (the production design is genuinely the best I’ve ever seen for ANY film), but don’t go in with super high expectations :(
#Barbie#the Barbie movie#Anyways I really really didn’t like it. I can’t even summarize my entire thoughts on it rn cuz I’m still feeling#Angry and fucking. Sick to my stomach#About how you can just say ‘progressive’ buzzwords now and liberals will lap it up like honey. I’m so mad#REMEMBER: first and foremost this is a movie MADE BY MATTEL. ABOUT THE MATTEL BRAND. Don’t expect anything extraordinary or groundbreaking.#I went in expecting something like that for some reason (I think some posts on tumblr mischaracterized the film for me in all honesty.)#And now I’m reaping the consequences!#Disappointment and frustration hurt so bad. I now remember why I’m so fucking cynical about films and expect disappointment :/.#It’s always easier to handle when you expect it. Cuz now I feel like a fool for even hoping it could’ve been great.#mine#Just some thoughts#gender? i hardly know her!#media analysis
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typology arguments are honestly a good writing exercise because everyone on that app is going to jump to your throat and try to kill you if you write something they slightly disagree with, and in order to express your opinions while managing to avoid it, you have to master talking absolute shit like no one has before. we're literally talking about a pseudoscience but as long as you quote carl jung, pretend you know what you're talking about and formulate yourself in a fancy way you've won
#not to mention that if you wanna type a character you have to analyze them in order to correlate them with a ttyp#and that's a bit of a pain sometimes#For example uh#Imma say tamaki ohshc because im writing an argument on him but like#i feel like sx7 isn't nearly as plausible as sx3 for him because sx7 is infantuated by abstract ideals#not to mention that e7 doesn't really care about social status because their only objective is to explore more and have more (gluttony)#With an almost asocial attitude#+ sx7 is the most openly gluttonous reactive type it's compared to sx4 and sx8#also sx7 ideals tend to be something above status#something extraordinary above terrenal pleasures#without focus on the real world#What im saying is that#tamakis not gluttonous at All he is fixated on a role he constructed in order to satisfy a necessity of validation and confirm his attracti#-veness which is projected on an ideal image based on his wishes from a social slash cultural perspective#Role being the king of the host club stuff#The ideal he chases is something terrenal and he is extremely dependent on social status#you can see him VISIBILY upset/sad when someone doesn't recognize him as the king#and then he tries to act even more attractive to be worthy of the title#the image he gives is based on tangible objective and real standards he constantly tries to adapt to#he NEEDS to feel desired. which discards e2 as 2s have a stupid exaggerated self perception of their self esteem and attractiveness#typology#mine#unreality#just in case. pdbers do not jump at your throat
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#kdramawomensweek
DAY 1: IN HER HEAD
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✿ You make me feel extraordinary ❀ seungjin ❀ dancer hyunjin, singer seungmin, college au, mutual pining, fluff, muses, hyunjin wears skirts ❀ Finished, 11k
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How is Mine as a husband? Or do we only see him as a dad?
hold up which one of yall is seein him as a dad ????? 😭
#snap chats#he'd be a horrible dad there's too much trauma and refusal to get help in this bitch to be a good dad#he also hates kids. in case we forgot#not even 'hate' per say maybe just envious of kids with good lives#but anyway beyond that mine as a HUSBAND ?????#honestly he'd probably be a good husband im not going to even sugar coat it#maybe not 'good' but he wouldn't be an awful one#like mine's whole motivation in life is to be loved and accepted#and we've seen him have no qualms giving his all if it means attaining that- tho that usually means financial support#there's a reason he's alone though but i want to be nice and try to say it's just cause he's awkward#and he just refuses to trust others and be vulnerable#like he'll do what he can to prove himself useful to other people to be liked but he won't be open about himself to them#so yeah mine as a husband would probably be nice i guess#on a regular day probably nothing extraordinary other than the fact he's rich- maybe he knows how to cook#i say Maybe because he had to take care of himself after his foster father passed away so i would hope he learned how to cook#i dont think he'd cook you meals though unless you asked or maybe if you were sick#where the fuck are these tags going more importantly i wanna know who sees mine as DAD MATERIAL
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eight shows to get to know me asked by @yilinglaozu (x) tagging @baifengxis & @xiaolanhua
#legend of fei#not me#westworld#w two worlds#simona#lighter and princess#extraordinary you#love like the galaxy#어쩌다 발견한 하루#เขา...ไม่ใช่ผม#有翡#星汉灿烂#点燃我,温暖你#더블유#cdramaedit#kdramaedit#thaidramaedit#userthing#*mine
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My opinion is that rodya as a pony would be a unicorn but hed be so mad he didnt turn into or was an alicorn. But as a human hed make his ponysona an alicorn, 100% i think this. I know it to be true.
#floyd.txt#in fairness the ponysona is whatever you want i made mine an alicorn as a kid because they look cool. what do you want!#but thats what i think. but i think if he were a pony hed be so jealous of twilight. he would .#its been a while i really think i stopped around the airing of her alicorn moment and then some. idk....#anyways.#extraordinary pony theory or something. extraordinary alicorns...#can we make him a horse
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It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."
You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...
"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"
"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?
"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"
Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.
"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."
As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.
We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.
"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.
I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.
"Very good, one more time for me."
You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.
"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."
The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?
While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.
"I'm - I'm sorry?"
"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."
You stare at me. "Remove my - "
"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.
I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.
I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.
Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."
I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."
Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.
"And spread for us, please."
Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.
"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "
You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...
My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".
The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.
The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.
"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."
The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.
You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"
"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"
You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.
One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.
It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.
The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."
Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."
"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.
You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...
The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.
You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.
"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."
Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.
"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."
#size difference#size k!nk#fr33use#mine#cnc k!nk#free use kink#free use slvt#medical play#cnc free use#rough cnc#rapedoll#rapekink#rapetoy#rough kink#r4pepl4y#r4p3 fantasy#r4ape kink#r4p3 kink#bimboification#dumb slvt#dumbification#needy wh0re#dumb wh0re#good slvt#fr33use slvt#size matters
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Also, “ordinary barbie” is stupid. The whole point of Barbie is that every Barbie is both ordinary AND extraordinary!!!
#she’s literally a fashion doll#‘barbie with a nice top trying to get through the day’#is like 60% of all Barbies#the whole point is that you can get a nurse barbie#and a pilot barbie#and a scuba barbie#the point is that that’s someone’s ordinary day#and that’s extraordinary!!!#mine
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do you ever think about drying gojos hair after you both took a shower together 💔
✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ NEW PEOPLE — GOJO SATORU.
contents. established relationship, like two tiddie squeezes LMAO, it’s ridiculously corny and i need to be shot. lots of kisses. lots of (corny) banter. did i mention lots of kisses ????? also satoru is taller than reader. he’s 6’7 in my heart
“c’mere,” you mumble, holding the towel as you motion for him to bend down. satoru grins—it’s that wide, smug one with the slightest hints amusement that normally make you want to wipe it off his face.
but right now, you decide you’ll be nice. sometimes he deserves something nice. really nice, in fact.
“oh?” he hums, “need me to come down there? i wonder why.” he brows are wiggling, and his head is angled enough that his cheek is just in range for your lips to touch the soft skin. you huff, rolling your eyes as you plop the towel over his head and promptly cover his face.
not a lot of people catch gojo satoru off guard—but you watch him stiffen under the towel in surprise. you can’t see his face, but you’re sure it’s confused. the thought makes you giggle.
“not for a kiss, you idiot,” you snort, “i’m gonna dry your hair. don’t need you getting my pillow wet.”
“our pillow,” he corrects, “there’s no mine in a relationship, sweetheart. it’s just ours.”
“you’re lucky i let you have a pillow at all,” you mutter, pulling the towel back so his face is visible again.
and then, at the sight, your eyes soften—satoru looks beautiful like this. shirtless, just in a pair of joggers, pale skin slightly pink from the hot shower and damp stands of hair sticking to his forehead. you gently rub over his head with the cloth, drying it as he leans into your touch.
you can feel his lips hovering just above your own, eyes studying you carefully. you try to ignore it, the intensity of his eyes on you, the heat of his body just inches away from yours—instead, you try focusing on drying his wet hair as much as a towel permits.
“well who needs pillows anyway,” he hums, “when you have these.”
you hiss when his hand squeezes over your tits, making you slap it away as you scowl—of course, even when you try to be gentle with satoru, he doesn’t let it come easily. but that’s why you love him, you suppose—something about him, even despite the irritation that comes with all of him, calls for something gentle.
“satoru, you’re shameless,” you glare, “can’t you be normal for once in your life?”
“me, normal?” he gasps, “there’s nothing normal about me, sweetheart. i’m extraordinary—the strongest! the handsomest! and…” he drawls before he winks, “the luckiest too.”
he adds the last part with an easy grin plastered on his face, leaning in so that his lips rest over yours. he doesn’t kiss you though, no—he leaves that entirely up to you.
you decide to indulge him, just this once.
“oh yeah?” you murmur, lips still pressed against his as you speak. he hums, closing his eyes when your hands cup his face, your thumb rubbing over his right cheek gently.
“yup,” he breathes.
and then you kiss him, softly at first, pecking his lips at the corners before pressing a lingering kiss over them properly. his hands find your hips, grabbing them tightly as he pulls you in, lets your body press against his chest as he deepens the kiss and nips at your bottom lip.
you smile—satoru is beautiful like this. in the palms of your hands, wrapped around your fingers, yours.
“i wish i could say the same,” you sigh dramatically as you pull away, “but unfortunately you’re the only lucky one in this relationship.”
“i’m wounded,” he clutches over his heart, the towel falling from his head to drape over his shoulders. you can’t help but admire him—satoru is beautiful like this. he always is, you think. “and here i thought you were hopelessly in love with me—you even dried my hair. did that mean nothing to you?”
“yup. it’s not me, it’s you,” you giggle, “i think we should see other people.”
“oh yeah?” he chuckles—and then, his lips are on your face, kiss after kiss after kiss pressing to every inch of skin he can find. on your forehead, across your cheeks, down your nose and along your jaw, right until he’s back to where he started.
his favorite spot, the one he’ll never forget, committed to his memory. your lips—the same ones he loves when they’re curled into a smile, when they’re parted as the scold him, when they’re pursed into a scowl.
the same ones he could kiss now, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and forever if you let him. he’ll never get tired.
“yeah,” you giggle, squealing in laughter as he bites at your cheek playfully.
“that’s cute, sweetheart,” he says lowly, kissing down your neck until his nose brushes against your collarbone, “but they don’t call me the strongest for nothing, y’know. your new man can fight me for your hand—and he’ll lose.”
“you’re an idiot,” you laugh, fingers threading through his hair delicately, nails raking over his scalp—and it’s sweet, the sound of your voice, he loves the taste of it when it trickles from your lips onto his. so he presses his to yours once more, just to taste it again.
“i’m afraid love turns us all into fools,” he sighs, “that’s why you’re the biggest fool. don’t worry, i’d love me that bad too.”
“i’d be careful if i were you, toru,” you raise a brow, “or you’ll lose pillow privileges.”
“and that, sweetheart, is why i got these,” he says cheekily, hand creeping up to squeeze around your tits again—you’re tired of him. but you can’t get enough. you roll your eyes at everything he does. but every time, without fail, a smile creeps along the corners of your mouth too.
“i’m sick of you,” you mutter.
“what’s that? you’re sick? don’t worry, i know just what will make you feel better,” he says confidently—and then he kisses you again. and again—and you hope he doesn’t stop anytime soon.
the way this is so embarrassingly cheesy if someone called the police on me i’d go without a fight. like ykw sorry officer ur right my fault !!
#teepods.writings#drabbles.#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojo x you#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fluff#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru fluff
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extremely close to turning my current research into a homoerotic novel about the swiss art scene of the 1970s and 80s
#its not about whats IN the material but moreso about whats NOT in the material.....if you know what i mean#what if you were the up and coming curator of soon to be international renown#and i was an artist with ordinary and extraordinary troubles rediscovering expression and interiority#etc etc#this would be such a fun way to get sued by several institutions#(oh and of course the artist dies young and the curator keeps more than three versions of their death being announced in newspapers)#(this is MY evelyn h*go and her seven husbands or whatever)#mine
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