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I always knew that this would never end, I got all your side effects. Like when my skeleton is crying out for relief, Like when my bloodstream's flowing backwards Running up your sleeves. Like when your image stains my mind Until my conscience bleeds. And still, it's all I want, and still, it's all I want, And still, it's all I want.

good ol adam

Gods, it’s not even healthy how I know I’ll reject people IRL on the fact that they ARENT Robb Stark

can i just say i think robb stark is the type to randomly blurt out declarations of love. walk w me here

i think sometimes it just slips out. quiet admissions when you’re alone, your hands working the knots out of his shoulders after long days of fighting.

“oh, i love you. gods, i love you.”

while he drops his head down, overwhelmed with relief as his muscles release their tension by the second.

or when he’s deep in shit war-wise. he’s trapped, has no idea what to do, & is in his head about whether or not he can win this. he feels like he’s drowning, enemies on all sides.

until you’re there. hands gently running through his scalp, bringing memories of how his mother used to comfort him the same way as a child. you’re all soft tones & soothing words, offering solutions to the smaller problems that have been giving him headaches. he nods along as you talk, and he huffs out a breath of laughter. you pause in your speaking — wondering what he could be laughing at.

& he just drops his head down, running his hands along his face muttering-

“dear gods- what would i do without you?”

What i would give to dance under the stars with kaveh, his lips whispering, “my love, my love, my love” against mine. A secret escape only we both know of.

thinking about since canonically Geto is more popular with girls than Gojo he’s gotten used to them looking past him to get to Geto but what if Gojo and Geto are out for drinks with the other teachers one night and he gets approached by the reader but he thinks she’s just coming over to ask him for Geto’s number and so he prepares his ‘responsible best friend’ act and then SHE ASKS ABOUT HIM INSTEAD, ALL BLUSHY AND STUFF BECAUSE HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GONNA BRUSH HER OFF

AHH I LOVE HIM SM 😔😔😔

pairing: gojo satoru x reader | 1k words summary: fluff, pining, reader is a simp but same, satoru is a good wingman but he needs attention too, au ig bc suguru's alive LMAO, idiots in love? rheya's note: oh my god shut up this is so cute and YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT??? i can just imagine that he's gotten so used to judging whether or not the person is even worth suguru's attention before deciding to pass on his info...and after a while his brain just defaults to thinking that everyone wants suguru but he FORGETS that there are gojo girlies out there (me asf) !! thanks for the ask nonnie babes i love this idea so so much <33

OK SO

it's obvious that there are quite a few women at the bar eyeing the group. young, attractive teachers spending an evening trying to relax and take their minds off of the stress of jujutsu work. nanami is in deep conversation with shoko about something while ijichi quietly listens. further down the table utahime is quietly sipping her drink while mei mei orders another. shoko makes a comment and suguru bursts into unabashed laughter.

the flush of alcohol dusts over each of their cheeks, but satoru remans the only one who has barely touched his glass, the sting of the bitterness a little too harsh for him to enjoy. he opts for instead letting his eyes roam over the faces in the crowd, taking little notice of all the eyes and smiles sent in their direction.

well until he notices you anyway.

you're already looking in his direction curiously, face illuminated by the dim lighting of the bar as your friends giggle around you. when his eyes lock with yours, you immediately tear your gaze away, trying to play it off by immediately delving into conversation, though satoru can tell that there's a flush crawling up your neck now.

he doesn't look away though, too caught up in the crinkle of your eyes and the smile lines that grace your face as you laugh at something. a minute later you're looking back in their direction, and when you catch him staring, you turn away yet again.

satoru glances to his side, knowing that you're probably watching suguru take a sip of his drink and most likely falling for his charming smile.

typical and so predictable.

some time passes like this. you'll look, and turn away, and satoru will watch you do it over and over again. it isn't until a while later that satoru catches your friends pushing your shoulders and giggling, and he knows that they're urging you to come up and ask about suguru. you're shaking your head, the nervousness clear as day as your brows pinch. but eventually you succumb to peer pressure and stand up from your table, taking anxious strides towards him.

and usually, satoru will make a face or turn his back or do something to look as unapproachable as possible. because almost every person who comes up asking for suguru's contact info has been obnoxious as hell.

but you're quite pretty and you look sweet enough, and he doesn't think it'd be right to deter you.

suguru would probably like you too.

so satoru decides to let you try at least, and if you seem to be as nice as you look maybe he'd bridge the gap between you and his best friend.

you make your way up to him, and as soon as he finally gets a good look at you he's thinking you're a lot prettier up close.

dammit.

"hi." you say, face hot as you try your best to maintain steady eye contact with him. you look so nervous, fidgeting with the fabric of your clothes as you attempt to strike up conversation, and he doesn't have it in him to watch you struggle.

"yeah i can give you his number." he says, voice clipped as he tries to hide the disappointment in it. you watch him grab a napkin and begin scribbling something down, confusion clear as he hands you the digits.

"um…?" you look at the napkin and then at him. "sorry, who's number is this?"

satoru balks, lips parting as he mirrors your confusion. "uh…suguru's? the guy behind me?"

realization dawns on your face and you shift your weight from foot to foot.

"oh actually," you suck your teeth nervously, trying to hide behind an awkward little smile. "i came to talk to you."

satoru can only blink, cerulean eyes widening behind his glasses as he stares at you in surprise.

you take his silence as a bad sign, shoulders dropping and embarrassment settling in your frown as you look anywhere but his face. "s-sorry if that's weird. i don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything so-"

he's grinning before he can stop himself, heart dangerously swelling with affection as he motions toward the empty stool next to him. "not weird at all."

the pleasant surprise on your face makes him bite back a chuckle, and you take the seat. "huh...i wasn't expecting you to be okay with it."

satoru raises a brow curiously, tilting his head. "why not?"

you shrug with a careless grin. "i had a feeling you were gonna brush me off from the moment i first looked over."

satoru winces, and he can practically feel suguru's knowing smirk on his back. he chooses to ignore that for now, eyes trailing over the mirth in your expression, and he can only smile helplessly. "no way in hell."

your laugh comes instantly, sweet and bright, and you take it as a sign to continue talking. satoru listens on, sipping his drink to hide his giddy smile and ignoring the sting of bitterness once again.

honestly, with the amount of sweetness he's just found, satoru would tolerate as much bitterness as he needed to.

back from my mini hiatus, and i’m blessed with his etherealness - my adonis, lee chan 😩

I’m bout to go down under yall

just!!!!!want!!!!!!to!!!!sit!!!!on!!!!his!!!!!lap!!!!!!

UGHDHDHD TYSM OMG i was so excited i got a lil dizzy lmaoo this was so so so SAURRR GOOD!!!

— you took my breath so now i can't suck in my stomach around you anymore

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ✦ :: han jisung | 4k follower event

genre: smut, fluff

pairing: jisung x fem!reader

req

Comfort. If there was a feeling you had to name, to pinpoint whenever around him, it would be simple and utter comfort — though you haven't felt that way always.

There was a time something close to agony filled your entire being the moment Jisung lowered himself to be face to face with your core, his eyes so anticipating, his hold on you so tender, so longing though none of his excitement infected you - you'd found yourself shy, embarrassed, overthinking. You'd felt all too real with him, hyperly aware of yourself and your body, your appearance, imperfections. And Jisung's been gentle, reassuring, never too quick in his own pleasure, in his own anticipation; and then you grew to love him around your whole because he made you love it, loved his eagerness to please, to love. Enjoyed whenever he lay between your legs, eyes big and blown out, mouth never tired, always wanting; wanting you, your body, your appearance and imperfections.

Rays of sun painted the entirety of your room into hues of gold, yellow light reflecting on green leaves outside and blue sky above, laying the world into colours of summer, of joy. You barely took in the rustling of wind against bushes and grass sounding from your window, all and every sound, every sensation except Jisung shut off to you entirely, as though you on your bed and him between your thighs were the only lives left to walk the planet, bound to be united for a lifetime. He was restless, though soft, eager, though loving - he was forever lost in his own pleasure while providing yours, tasting you on his tongue and licking you off his lips all to his liking.

Your fingers were tangled into his hair, pulling only enough to make the man sigh out, to make him scrunch his nose in stinging content, to make him bite into your skin, into the plush of your thighs or the softness of your tummy to draw marks and bites of love. He'd gawk at them for days to come before accompanying new ones, never growing tired of it, never not leaving you littered in his doting. Kitten licks against your clit, featherly light and slow, nearly torturingly so and you whined out, frustration and sweetest pleasure mixing to ooze outside your lips in sounds most alluring. Jisung wasn't one to miss it, to miss littlest hints your body threw at him and to comply to them, momentarily and unconditionally. Keeping you in his gaze, focusing on your every twitch and expression, sucking with a bit more vigour, with a bit more love, tongue drawing circles, fingers caressing skin, digging into flesh.

And your body was so very relaxed. So carelessly against him, against your mattress, so absent of second thoughts that a sting of pride, or something similar to it shot right through Jisung's heart. That it was with him you felt most content with, comfortable enough so as to utterly forget yourself, forget everything around you except him. Moaning his name in anticipation, sweetest sound rippling through the otherwise silent room and a second later only your thighs shook against him, your back arching into his just an inch more, to be closer, to chase awaited high, to feel it everywhere and all around you. Fingers against his scalp bore pain though Jisung didn't mind it - would never mind it i the sight before him, your taste against him, your feeling around him was the ever-living reward.

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Need him on his knees below me with nothing on but an attitude. Need to face fuck a sassy puppyboy until he barks and whines, with my hands wrapped in his hair pulling and moaning while he sucks me off. He starts to pull away and I just shove his head back on my cock. A muffled "ple-pease" escapes his throat. My hands release his hair as I get on his level, "Please what, pretty boy?"

Guys, I need him.

im normal about this version of yamato

mentally I’m still with yamato while y’all moved on 🙏 happy 4k to me

this is john price vibes when he gets home from deployment argue with ur mum