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Jane Doe/ Savannah/ Penny
My friend got me really into the Musical and I SOBBED at the end! 😭
My favorite song has to be
“The Ballad of Jane Doe”
the girlies weren’t lying when they said 4th gen kpop is kinda boring…
txt and ateez saving us tho 🤞🏿
GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD
ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
i have had the "before we grow old" bit stuck in my head all day. that's just concentrated happiness in one line
y'know what I feel like if the jjk men would cheat on reader with some girl who can't even do anything I would feel like reader would be like bhad bhabie like that new diss she did on Alabama honestly she would eat her up like girl why TF you sucking someone's cock that been in someone's ass 😂
Things I’d gift the jjk men in a relationship (if I was rich 🤑)
Is it just me or is the song by Madds Buckley "The Red Means I Love You" is the perfect theme song for Toga?
I MADE A PLAYLIST POOKIES ྀི
Olá, meus amores. Essa capa realmente me deixou no hype na escrita. Para quem quiser acompanhar a fanfic dela irei deixar aqui o link .
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Scars & Lovin’
JJK CHAPTER 236 SPOILERS
Hello! Second post. I’d like to clarify that this has smut— although very intimate, I’d like to state the mature content. Obviously, JJK manga spoilers.
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It happened before you knew it.
Satoru shut himself off even after his victorious battle with the infamous King of Curses.
His body was indented with new scars and his eyes bore a new shade of blue. The twinkle in his eye had faded. The ambitious fire that once drove him to new heights left him with an everlasting numbness.
Satoru Gojo felt lost in the body that he once treasured like a temple.
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It was like any other night. The dark night casted a cool shade on your shared home with Satoru.
He deemed it necessary to finally retire from the sorcery workload after almost meeting death.
His wish was granted.
You and Satoru moved into a small home. The greenery brought peace and quiet to you both. A stark contrast between your shared sorcery occupations.
Despite being together, Satoru distanced himself. From you and any reflective object. The thought of being face-to-face with his new reflection brought dread.
He was awoken by another nightmare that led him to the room’s window. The sudden emptiness on the bed woke you up and had you searching for him.
As you sat up with sleepy eyes and bed head— he was staring off into the dark starry sky.
You were worried.
He’s been spacing off into the distance for weeks.
Today felt like enough.
Your tired body walked over to him, gently reaching for his hand.
He had a bad habit of dodging your touch now.
It was not fair for your soft hands to be able to touch his ruined skin, he thought.
But you knew better. He was the love of your life. The man who welcomed you with a strange yet attractive personality that brought you to new highs.
No one could replace him. Because he was Satoru. Your Satoru.
When he felt your fingers on his, he turned to look at you with a sad smile.
“Sorry.. did I wake you up?” he softly asked.
“No.. just missed you.”
“Mmh.. I’m right here” he says while looking back towards the window.
“No.. you’re not.”
He’s a little surprised by your response. It causes him to slightly widen his eyes and look back at you.
“I’m standing h—“
You sigh. What a stupid man, you think to yourself.
“—No, you’re not. You’re here but not right here. I miss you, Satoru.”
Your eyes look into his with a slight twinkle. He didn’t know if it was the moon doing you justice or the slight desperation you had.
“You’re here, but you’re not talking to me. You’re not kissing me. I know you’re not enjoying our time.”
“Baby.. I am-“
“No.. stop. Listen to me. I know you’re doing this out of guilt because you said you promised you’d come back to me.”
He sighs. He hears your frustration.
“I did say that.. but I kept it because I wanted to.”
His fingers reach out for you, gently cupping your cheek like a delicate object.
“I did it because I knew you were who I wanted to be with— even after all this.”
“Well.. why are you so close yet so far? Am I doing something wrong?”
“No.. no-no..” he says, “— I just.. can’t seem to fathom you still being here.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“..Because I look like this. I’m not the man I was before.” he mutters while looking away, slowly beginning to drop his hand off of you.
By recognizing his push-back behavior, your hand slapped his hand back into your cheek.
“What? Babe— what? No— wait—“
Your eyes widen at his revelation and had you searching his face for any smirk or slight expression.
There was none.
“Satoru— no.. no.. I love you. I would never leave you. You’re not any different from the man I learned to love. Other than the fact you’re pushing me away. And I hate it.”
Your other hand cupped his cheek.
His sad eyes were looking towards you— not at you.
He has felt lost for the past couple weeks. There were no more motives to continue. He only had you— and by being a different man— he felt like a different lover.
“You know I love you, right? That your hard work didn’t go for shit. You did it for your students. You did it for you. You did it for me. You did it for us.”
He nods.
“Then what’s wrong..? Talk to me.”
“Nobody needs me anymore.. I’m different and everyone knows it” he softly says.
“You’re not different” you retaliated, “everything changed but you. Everyone is working without the reminder of Sukuna.”
“I’m not worthy of your love” he states.
Wow, what a stupid man, you think again.
“Why not? I think you’re worthy of all my love because you’re the one who started sharing yours with me. And I told you way before all of this that I didn’t want it. I didn’t need it. Especially from a stupid man like you. But now, when I’m finally giving it back— you want to be even stupider by denying it? Who do you think you are?”
Your bitter words make him stay quiet, silently staring into you, gently pushing your hand off of his face.
“Do you know who you are, Satoru?” you pressed.
He stays quiet because he’s in-between saying “Satoru Gojo” and “Your husband.”
“You are my husband, whether you remember or not. You’re saying you came back and stayed because you wanted to, but you’re acting as if I had the plague. Do you not love me the way you did before because everyone changed?”
“..No.”
“Then? I still need you.”
Satoru’s breath catches in his throat before he even gets the chance to say anything.
That was all he needed.
He needed your rough love and reassurance. Your desire for him— despite looking different— was very much the same. You made him find a new ambition to strive for.
And then, his lips crash down into yours. Not so gently like before. The pale haired man wanted to show you that he still needed you— just as much as you needed him.
Despite knowing your past failed attempts of trying to touch him, Satoru let your hands roam. Every press of your fingertips left new tingles.
It’s been so long, he thinks to himself.
It’s been so long since you both had passion like this.
It didn’t take long for Satoru to follow your lead and push back your hair, easing you into the kiss and his almost overwhelming height.
Your mutual sighs and moans linger in between the kiss, making your intentions clear.
Satoru quickly begins to guide you towards the already cold bed. Before he dropped you, his hands were already occupied on pulling off your bed garments. His warm hands easily slipped off your shorts and took a short trip towards the over-sized shirt you so dearly loved to sleep in.
You were left in comfy underwear, the cotton kind that say some cringe quote on the back.
He pays no mind and begins to kiss your bare neck.
His warm mouth was kept occupied while your ass was being squished.
No time was wasted when he felt your hands sneak under his shirt, he gasped and instinctively gripped your wrist.
“—Satoru?”
“Sorry.. just—“
“No.. it’s fine, we don’t have to.”
“No..” he says, “I want it..”
Satoru’s determination was overriding his self-consciousness. It led his lips back onto yours, fingers slipping under your panties and dragging them down as your hands resumed their searching.
As soon as your underwear reached your thighs, he lifts his arms— aiding your desire to undress him. His pale skin was once a canvas to a long scar, but was now peppered with even more scars, big and small. He was conscious of your gaze but in a different light now. It wasn’t in dread— but admiration and love.
He quickly pulled his sweatpants off and pushed you onto the mattress. Instantly nudging your thighs apart to make room. Your body was basically putty. Your legs spread for him, your arms reached out for him, and your eyes were half-lidded, watching his every move.
Obviously, everything was noticed by him. Both of your bodies were tuned for each other. He trapped your hands with his, interlocking your fingers and pushing them onto the mattress on both sides of your head. Satoru’s slutty mouth was back on yours when you gasp at his clothed member rubbing against you. Slow and steady, tantalizing your body, and mocking your desire that portrayed itself with every hair of yours to stand up.
“Mmph— ‘Toru..”
Oh. That was all he ever wanted.
His right hand quickly let go of yours, reaching down to free himself of the pesky boxers you had bought him for his birthday a year prior.
“Fuck.. just wanna..”
“—Just wanna love you, ‘Toru..”
“Yeah.. yeah, okay— I wanna love you too.”
His lips reach yours to give a small peck before he pulls back to get a better view.
Your hair was splayed on the bed covers as Satoru’s hand pumped his cock. He wasn’t sure how he let himself get this far from you. You were there but he seemed so lost.
His mind was going crazy while stroking himself, small moans were being spilled as your eyes searched his scarred face.
Your hands reach out for him and he quickly pulls himself back to reality. The man lowers himself down to you again. Kissing you as if you’ve been gone for war. Which you were. The war in his mind almost brought you to make assumptions.
Right as your hands reached his waist his moans become whines.
“Satoru..? Sorry..”
“No.. it feels good..”
“You’re even more sensitive now.”
He softly hums before pulling back to look at you. His hand grabs his cock and gently rubs himself on you. Spreading your slick across and making you shiver at your own hyperactivity.
“S’wet for me.. it’s been long.”
You begin to softly pant and stare up at him. Your mouth wides as he slowly pushes in. The plush pink tip of his was reshaping you. Just how you liked it. He was warm and hard, yet gentle. There was no doubt you’d be able to do anything tomorrow.
His half-lidded eyes were watching your face. How your eyes glitched and those pearly whites he so dearly loved were flexed at every moan you let out.
“F- Fuck.. ‘Toru..”
Those soft whines of yours left no room for those thrusts of his that let an inch sneak in every time.
His hands gripped your under thighs as they met his hips every time he pushed in.
You swore you were on cloud 10.
His emotional absence left a void that you didn’t know how to seal.
Satoru’s personality was something that irked you when you first met. But, you learned to love it. You depended on it. He was your anchor and you were his catalyst. No one could love you like Satoru.
Your thighs began to squirm and your hands gripped onto the bed covers— anything you could reach at this point.
“A- Augh.. oh.. oh my god..” you whisper.
Satoru was too caught up in the moment, pushing into you with his innocently big cock.
He swore he could come at any second. His cock was ready to snap from how hard he was. But your gummy walls were aiding him.
His pace was still slow. Slow enough for him to reach down and kiss you, shutting you up and filling you up in the best way possible.
When he leaned down, you swore he touched your cervix. It made you jump and gasp.
Of course, Satoru felt it and began to move faster because it wasn’t just your cervix he was touching, it was also that sensitive and rough spot that loved being rubbed.
Your moans grew high pitched in his mouth as your hands gripped onto his hair.
“Mm—ah!! Satoru.. Satoru..”
It was silly to think he’d let you run right after he found your favorite place.
He pulled back from the kiss and looked at your swollen lips. Both of your lips. One was moaning while the other squelched his cock. Sinfully so.
“Baby.. takin’ it s’good..”
“..’Toru.. oh, ‘Toru”
Your hands moved to grip his biceps. He let go of your left thigh to begin rubbing your swollen clit. It was electric. Your body jolted as he softly sighed.
“So sexy.. god..” he muttered under his breath
After a few strokes you swore your limbs were getting tighter. Satoru felt you tense and continued his rubbing, effectively making you tighter around his cock.
“S- Satoru..”
“Yeah.. I know..”
You were coming.
Your breath caught in your throat before you squeaked
“I’mcomingI’mcomingI’mcomingggg..”
Your pussy clenched around him and Satoru moaned. His hips slowed down and watched you. Your eyes squeezed closed and head rocked back. It wasn’t long before Satoru resumed his thrusts and aided your orgasm.
“A- Augh.. ‘Toru..”
He leaned down and kissed you.
After making out with you, he pulls out and comes on your clit. He rubs around you and moans at the sight.
You breathlessly look up at him. You swore his eyes twinkled.
Whether it was with mischief or just the moonlight landing on his irises— you weren’t so sure. But you knew your Satoru was back with you.
Despite everything changing because of him, he was your Satoru to love and keep.
Like a locket that stayed beside your heart.
Except with way more scars to kiss and love.
Trying this platform
Kuroo loves to listen to the playlists you're making. He loves to discover new songs and puts him to his playlist. It's the biggest compliment from him when he says he listens to that one playlist up and down, knowing that you feel proud when he likes the playlist.
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I'm making playlists on my Spotify acc :)
My name is there : *patelle*
Here is the extra link to my acount:
Too much love to handle
Tendou x Reader angst!
Word count: 835
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Playlist to bawl you eyes out while reading
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It hurts him to see you happy, with someone other than him. Tendou never let his guard down, even if his day was fully exhausting to him. But seeing you happy with someone else hurts him.
You both had gone your ways after you broke up two years ago in high school, and it took time to get close again, even talking was taking too much courage for Tendou, but eventually as time moved on, you started to be friends again.
You once came to his part-time job at a café just to catch with him up again. But as his best friends name came out of your mouth, his heart shrinked in his chest suddenly, making his chest hurt. Tendou just smiled it away as he listened to you talking about your date you had.
Each time the name fell, the pressure on his chest got heavier, but he wanted to show you of what a friend he is to you, just a kind friend. A kind friend with too much love to handle.
You always were loyal, and you could never betray your partner with someone else. Tendou and you just eventually realized that it wasn't the relationship you dreamed of, never enough for both of you.
But for his part, it was a lie. He was the happiest he's ever been with you, but he didn't wanna pressure things onto you, that you weren't going to enjoy. He wanted you to live your life at your fullest. Without him unfortunately. He couldn't give you enough love he had buried deep inside. Yet he still feels it, after those years, it didn't dissappear.
He smiled at you, you and Ushijima that visited his café to meet him once again, to have another date in this café. As you chatted, Tendou's body signals his little anxiety, feeling a pain in his chest as you seem happy, more happy than you ever were with him. He smiled the pain away, trying to make the coffee you and Ushijima ordered.
"we planned on going to that library afterwards" you said with such a calm voice, he never heard before. Calming but yet thrilling, at the same time hurtful with the word 'we'.
"You did? It seems like you really planned things out!" Tendou said, looking at the satisfied faces of you and Ushijima. It hurts to see them together. It felt like cheating, but it's all time that lead to things.
He gave you both your mugs of expresso and dark coffee and smiled at you with such a facade that was about to break in thousands of pieces if anyone would simply snap with their fingers. You thanked him as you went to a table, Ushijima putting his free hand on your back to lead you.
Him seeing you talk, smile bright as you looked at his best friend like you never did, chuckled, or just listened to him with such a soft gaze, let Tendou felt hurt, maybe even terrified. He couldn't concentrate on his customers anymore, his put-on smile trembling more and more. It let him feel so weak that he couldn't enjoy seeing you at your best, so hurt. All the time, his love for you never really faded.
As you said your goodbye to him, Tendou was slightly closer to break out in here. Your true smile, your perfect face, your charm, everything he loves is meant to be for someone else but him.
As you and Ushijima walk out of the glass-door, his arm around your shoulder, Tendou couldn't bear his feelings anymore. A tear slowly running down his face.
He quickly told his colleague to take over and went into the private area of the café, his tears uncontrolled. It was too much, too much to handle and he has to smile about it, about the fact that he was once again not exactly what he intends to show. His tears running down his smiling pathetic face.
What Tendou didn't know, Ushijima noticed it, his friend breaking apart behind his back.
"Wait here, I'm just using the bathroom from the café" Ushijima told you and went into the café once again.
Suddenly, Tendou saw the shoes from before in the private area, looking up to see Ushijima infront of him. Without hesitation or words, he took Tendou in his arms, them resting on his shoulders.
Curiosity is seeable on Tendous face, wondering how he got in here, but it quickly faded to acceptance, slowly wrapping his arms around Ushijimas body.
It was rare for those best friends to hug, as Ushijima is not much of a physical touch type, but he knew what was needed. Just a hug, a hug that lasted a little longer.
Tendous chest hurt, but the warmth of Ushijimas body filled him. It felt like a silent apology to him, an apology Tendou knew wasn't needed. Just a little longer.. He thought.
A little longer for the moment, to feel a bit better. Just a bit...
Akaashi would silently squeeze your hand as you walk around through the city, a reminder that he loves you without saying anything. You squeeze his hand back and he would be flustered on the inside, not noticable to others, but you are the only person that would notice it. Your hands are tingled together in his pocket of the jacket you wear.
I’m caving and finally putting this out there.
THIS SONG REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF JEAN.
I don’t know what it is but it just gives off the vibes of him.
I’m just having Jean and Intern brain rot atm!!
🌼𝙰𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊...🪴
🌹𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊ç𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊...🍃
Desenhei a Ana Frango Elétrico tocando para plantas 🍃
Any recomendations for a team bolas playlist? LMFAO they are so chaotic
they literally perfectly represent my mental state these days I am going insane with them