the thing about jujutsu kaisen is it really is as gay as everybody says and it is equal opportunity about it. yeah whatever the hell satosugu and itafushi got goin on but at the same time nobara’s backstory is like she was plucked out of an angsty yuri and accidentally put into a shonen. then two twin sisters who hate each other are fighting over her. megumi is telling yuji he never once regretted saving yuji and satoru is calling suguru his “one and only” meanwhile nobara talks about her literal ring of keys moment as a kid and thinking of her childhood best friend in her final moments. a BL and a GL at the same time we just don’t have time to unpack all of that bc bitches are dying left and right

warnings. fruit, spitting, fem receiving oral, slight exhibitionism

you can’t help but notice how sensually kamo choso eats mangoes. you feel bad for it, eating mangoes isn’t supposed to be sensual. you’re not supposed to get hot and bothered by watching your boyfriend eat fruit. but the way he swirls his tongue around the tip, collects all of the liquid and swallows and breathlessly sighs after taking a bite makes you seriously, really believe that he’s doing it on purpose.

“‘s so yummy,” he says and it’s breathy. his cheeks are flushed pink because of the summer heat, his hair is tied in a messy low bun. “ya wanna try some?”

you’re not really paying attention to his words — eyes glued to the way mango nectar drips from his chin, onto his bare chest. you have the fleeing thought of you in between his legs, tongue flat against his tits.

he’s smirking. he knows the effect he has on you. “my love?” the pet name makes you shiver on this hot, sunny summer day. you hum in questioning. “do you wanna try some? it’s really good.”

“yeah. mhm.” you’re about to get up from the lousy beach chair, but he beats you to it. choso has a knee in between your thighs — one hand on the back of the chair, supporting him, other still holding his mango. he sucks on the mango, eyes on yours, then kisses you — lips wet and sweet and sticky.

the way gege threw away nobara keeps me up at night

Taoタオ

cw size kink, nsfw//

kuroo is big. in every aspect of the word; his hands, his body, his cock, everything. he loves making you feel small around him and pretends it doesn’t turn him on. comparing hand sizes, feeling how small your body is when he hugs you, even little things like picking you up, or when you sit on his lap, he adores it. but still, his favorite is how he can easily toss you over during sex, taking every chance he can to overpower you. how he can lift you up to bounce on his cock standing up, holding your hips to be in control of every thrust. also pinning both of your hands to bed with only one of his to hold you in place, smiling while you struggle to take all of him, and sneakily sliding a hand to your neck to slightly apply pressure. he loves it all a little too much.

HOW TO BE A DOG. | S. GOJO

⊹ general tags ; fem + afab!reader, reader presents femininely and has some specific character traits (i.e. personality traits, nothing physical), reader is shorter / smaller than gojo but nothing specified, reader is a teacher, gojo carries reader at some point (but he is canonly able to do very insane things physically so)

⊹ content warnings ; dead dove. do not eat, yandere gojo satoru, manipulation, stalking, obsessive behavior, delusional behavior, workplace harassment (not from gojo), victim blaming, canon typical violence, graphic depictions of murder, minor character death, excessive religious imagery, coercion, gaslighting, abuse of power, something akin to stockholm syndrome, graphic depiction of noncon / sexual content, forced intimacy, fingering, hickies / bruises, begging, edging, loss of virginity, size kink, 18+.

all sexual content present in part two.

⊹ wc ; 17.3k / 36.1k

link to extended authors note | ao3 | how to be a dog, by andrew kane.

LINK TO PART TWO

⊹ a/n ; well. its here. i wont ramble too much but i hope you enjoy and if you dont...well don't tell me. thank you to ame for your endless patience. likes and reblogs mean the world. the title is inspired by the poem linked.

⊹ synopsis ; with six eyes to see it becomes clear, you are being watched.

“Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love.” - andrew kane, how to be a dog.

⊹ PART ONE : A CHILD BORN IN WINTER MUST NOT LONG FOR SPRING.

There’s a dog living outside of Gojo’s apartment. It’s a collarless, lonely thing. Clever, too. 

His uniform turned him into a god really

whenever I get discouraged and feel like giving up I remember that that’s not very Hinata Shoyo of me

sorry don’t mind me I’m going through all the stages of grief once again because I remembered we aren’t getting a haikyuu season five

word count: 7.2K

paring: Bokuto x fReader

warning(s): panty stealing, male masturbation - in several locations (shower, bedroom, laundry room), scent kink (wasn't my intention but it's in there), hint of obsessive behaviour oral. Bokuto is a perv in this, so be warned.

authors note: well, it has finally arrived - this darn fic I have been spending way too long on; to put it into perspective I started this in July. But anyway, what started as self-indulgent fluff morphed into something completely different and I am pretty happy with it! Hope you all enjoy this new side to our favourite volleyball playing himbo~ 🔮

Life always had a way of making itself just a little difficult, no matter what you did; even if the answer led to the best possible solution and outcome for you; you had to make sacrifices so you could succeed in a world that was always trying to see you fail. This was one such occasion.

You just moved to a new neighborhood, one that was far away from family and friends for your career. In order to move ahead, to gain the comfortable life you always wanted for yourself, you had to move away from all that you knew. It wasn’t easy, the decision taking you weeks to accept. At least you had your move, the unpacking and organizing of your new apartment, and your work to keep you busy; to keep your mind occupied on things that didn't revolve around how alone you felt. 

But that could only last for so long, a temporary solution for an abiding problem; you knew it wouldn’t last. And after all the boxes were unpacked, all your furniture was properly arranged - and rearranged, and you finally found your stride at work; you couldn’t distract your mind any longer. That getting up and ready for work became a task that grew harder and harder to do every day. After a few months of adjustments, you just couldn’t bear the loneliness you felt whenever you came home; to emptiness and silence.

It wasn’t something you were used to and you knew you would never become. It never happened before in your life, never was a constant, even if your family was away you could always hop onto chats and spend your nights laughing with your friends.

And now? Well, you were halfway across the world. When you got up, your friends were fast asleep, and when they finally sent you a message you were on your way to bed. There was no real way to quell the ache that you felt in your heart in the traditional ways you knew how; you knew you needed a different solution.

 And there was really only one solution you could think of.

You got yourself a dog.

Hi Hi !

I'm Fi-Fi and I'll slowly be moving my art from twitter to here. I mainly draw HQ fanart but I enjoy other series also and hope to make fan art for those too.

My work is both sfw and nsfw so please, be warned !

@haruchiyos az LOOK

blood money, red velvet

Part of the Yakuza!JJK Collab with @cursedmoonchild

All characters depicted are over 18 years of age. Please do not copy, use, or repost this content without explicit permission of the creator.

Pairing: Choso x Fem! Reader x Yuki Warnings: NSFW, smut, threesomes, wlw, face sitting, oral, mutual masturbation, cum eating, choking, brief descriptions blood, brief description of death (murder), brief description of gang violence, mention of drugs (maybe), pet names: Yuki calls reader “darlin, “sweet thing” “princess” “doll”, Choso calls her “pretty thing” “little one” “love”, reader do be kinda freaky because she really just goes for it Synopsis: You need help, desperately. And Yuki is your last chance. But what if Yuki’s compensation is different from what you expected? Length: 5k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“No deal.” She was golden, her hair dripping sweet sunlight as she leaned back in the chair across from you. Burnt umber eyes giggled at you over the rim of her drink and she left scarlet lipstick stains on her glass. You sighed, deflating into the lush upholstery of the luxurious velvet couch. You knew that tonight’s endeavour was a long shot, one chance in a million. And you had lost. Tsukumo Yuki had been your last hope, but she had refused, and now, all you had left was blood on your hands.

(𝟏) 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

ও rating. explicit

ও summary. you get your first caller, and can't tell why he sounds so familiar...until you do. | wc. 2k+

ও featuring. Atsumu x Fem!Reader 

ও an. this is my self-indulgent birthday fic, enjoy:) | series m. list

Being the class tutor is pretty straightforward. The only problem is trying not to fall asleep in the middle of Professor Akbar’s monotone voice going over the lesson. 

Most of the time, you simply have to sit there and listen instead of rushing to copy the notes on the slides that he only keeps on the screen for a split second.

Except, recently, all your attention shifts from the screen to the blonde head of wavy hair (slightly tousled from a hand running through it, you think) sitting three seats in front of you.

It’s almost habitual now how your eyes travel up from your notebook every time you hear him walking into the lecture hall—always talking or laughing loudly with the guy beside him. 

Bokuto…? You can’t remember.

But. Still.

You’re not the only one that notices either because it’s the Atsumu Miya—local all-star volleyball player and resident of the most popular fraternity on campus. 

His presence practically demands an audience anytime he’s in the room with his too-long legs that barely fit under his desk and broad shoulders that seem to fill out all of his tops. Sometimes you wonder if he purposefully buys them smaller.

The girls in front of him turn in their seats, their girlish giggles traveling up the risers when he asks for a pencil. A crooked smile curls the corners of his mouth, one that softens around his eyes, and you wonder if he’d ever do the same to you.

Not that it matters.

He’d have to talk to you first for that to happen.

SATORI-SAN IS HOT OMG

(He is VERY HOT now in the Shonen Jump magazine)