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How clearly does the point need to be made that "police officer" is just a fucking job, one with minimal training and minimal monitoring. It is NOT some kind of promise of honesty, truth, or heroism. It is a bunch of assistant managers with extremely powerful weapons. IF you can understand "pedophiles choose to be priests and teachers so they can get to children", IF you understand "arsonists choose to be firefighters so they can be present at their own crimes" - then you can ALSO understand "people who are bigoted, violent, and power-hungry choose to be cops for the opportunities the job presents" and you can ALSO understand "any occupational culture that chooses fraternity over justice - and the allowance of violence in the name of a unified front - is therefore siding with their worst representatives"
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π€²π» i bring you a request for exhibitionist car sex with gojo π§πΌββοΈ yβall in the backseat while the driver is tryna keep his eyes on the road brrrr
gojo x f! reader
cw - car sex, exhibitionism, choking, praise
a/n - anything for u, rin!
βcβmon baby, itβs okayβ. he pulls your panties down your legs, eventually meeting your ankles. heβs always been an experimentalist when it came to sex, having no hard limits. you sink into his touch when he pulls you closer to his lap.
he lifts up the thin fabric of your dress, revealing wet folds and puffy clit. βyouβre this wet already? we havenβt even made it home, yetβ. the teasing of his fingers sliding down your slit has you shivering in his hold.
he looks up at your flushed face, chuckling to himself. slowly, two of his long fingers find their way into your mouth pressing on your tongue. βbe quiet for now, then you can be as loud as you want when i fuck you, yeah?β. you nod in a linguistic manner.
βis it everything alright?β the driver asks, eyes flickering between the road and rear view. you let out a loud gasp as gojo pumps three fingers inside your cunt. he smiles smugly while making eye contact with the driver.
βyeah, weβre totally fine over here.β
you wrap your lips around his digits, trying to conceal everything moan that threatens to spew out. his other fingers are working their way in your spongey walls, searching for that sweet spot. he uses the palm of his hand to rub messy circles on your clit.
you grind down on his fingers causing more and more friction to build. he picks up his pace, not caring about the loud squelches of your cunt. you feel your cunt convulsing around the digits. βnngh!β you struggle to moan out. gojo continues his vigorous pace, crossing and angling his fingers against your velvety walls.
drool drips from your mouth to your neck as youβre trying your hardest to stay quiet. gojo shoots you a look that you can describe as lustful. the last few curls of his digits have your cunt fluttering and cumming around him. he smiles widely before looking at your already ruined, yet pretty face.
βthatβs my girl. i knew you could do itβ. he removes his fingers from your mouth replacing them with the ones covering in your milky white essence. βget on my lap, babyβ. you could see the prominent bulge in his slacks and the wet spot that trailed to the tip. he unbuckles his belt and whips his cock out from his boxers.
his eyes were trained on the way you unsteadily crawled into his lap, hovering over his length. he shot a look into the mirror, watching as the driver slightly swerved and averted his eyes from the scene in the backseat. βweβre just getting a little bit more comfortable, βs that right?β gojo looks at your swollen lips then to your eyes filled with anticipation. βmhm!β you nod almost brainlessly.
before you have the chance to sink down onto his cock, he manhandles you against his chest, your pussy visible in the rear view and your back rested on his clothed chest. βsatoru!β you try to pull your dress down to hide the rather lewd image you were displaying. βoh, itβs okay darling. cβmon, give this lovely driver a showβ. his hand trails under your dress to play with your pert nipples.
you didnβt notice the way he lifts your dress back up and pushes on your hip causing your ass to smack against his hips. βoh!β you gasp out, feeling the way your tight hole takes him in one go. he thrashes his hips up, reaching even deeper in your cunt. you begin to bounce on him, letting out whimpers and moans at the friction. he throws his head back, guiding his hands on your waist.
a long, deep groan emits from him, making you bounce faster; harder. βthatβs it, babyβlike thatβ. you roll your hips everytime you sink down. quick huffs escape from your mouth as you grip his thighs for stability. βsatoru, pleaseβ.
he bucks his hips into you again with a low growl. he leans forward to place his head on your shoulder. he nips at the skin of your neck before bringing his fingers down to rub at your clit. he notices the way you almost close your legs, throwing one of them over his own and pressing on the flesh hard. βgβnna cum?β
his thrusts get sloppier in tune with your movements. βsoβso close! satoru!β you throw your head back, chest heaving as your meet your climax. he rubs your clit even harsher almost stopping when he feels the way your cunt hugs him tightly. βcum for me, babyβ he coos.
and you do. soaking his balls with your cum. you shudder at the overstimulation when he keeps bucking up into you. his hand snakes around to wrap it around your neck. your eyes cross at the feeling. with a few more hard thrusts and a grunt, he spills his load inside you.
his grip loosens and you pant against his chest. he looks up into the rear view, noticing the sweat forming on the driverβs forehead.
βsee. weβre comfortable nowβ he says with a labored chuckle
genre imagine ; fluff wc need to add warnings not edited
note just a lil valentine's day work :)
"you're dating inumaki senpai?" itadori exclaimed with a wide-eyed surprise you found adorably amusing.
"how does that even work?" fushiguro asked, a blush spread across his cheeks at the sight of inumaki sending him an unimpressed stare.
"yeah, i'm curious too," nobara added, head tilted and inquiring.
you smiled.
people always questioned the parameters of your relationship as if communication were restricted to orality. they didn't seem to understand that regardless of whether inumaki could verbalize his thoughts, he never made you feel unloved.
it was apparent in the sticky notes you became accustomed to finding around your house. they were reminders and messages decorated in stars and hearts that were signed, 'i love you always' and always with love.
there was care in the simple act of coming home to a gift, just something he had picked up because he claimed, through a messily scrawled out note, that it reminded him of you. books, flowers, even a set of stickers came hand in hand with a smile on his end and yours because he loves you and this is how he shows it.
affection nestles in your skin as he presses a gentle kiss against your shoulder when the two of you wake up groggily in the morning. his eyes are bloated and the sun is too bright, but he loves you and lets you know again by stealing a kiss on your cheek before getting up reluctantly to start the day.
love comes in so many different shapes and sizes and forms, and with inumaki it's practically boundless.
so when someone asks how things work out in your relationship, you can't help but let out a light-hearted laugh or a relaxed smile because your boyfriend loves around his so-called limits. setbacks aren't setbacks to him, and speaking isn't a problem even though voicing is.
when it comes to you, loving is easy. it always has been.
inumaki gently squeezed your intertwined hands, a reminder of the present, while he looked at you with a curious concern from zoning out. you could practically envision what he was asking, and you gave him a reassuring squeeze back.
"i mean, have you ever heard his voice?" nobara asked with a genuine curiosity flaring in her eyes as the trio of first-years gazed expectantly at your boyfriend.
"i have, but i don't need to in order to understand what he's telling me," you answered.
"woah, does that mean you can read his mind then?" itadori questioned, jumping to a conclusion you hadn't meant to insinuate while fushiguro remained quiet despite the wonder apparent in his eyes.
"no, that's not it," you corrected, practically feeling the amusement roll off inumaki in waves as he rolled his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly. "i justβ"
"yoohoo, we gotta get going," gojo called out from afar, and before you could finish explaining, the first years were already saying their goodbyes.
but you supposed it was okay after all because you weren't all too sure how to explain the overwhelming and all-consuming, heart-fluttering, giddy and grandiose type of love you experienced anyways. there was something about words alone that didn't do it justice.
genre imagine ; fluff wc need to add warnings not edited
note just a lil valentine's day work :)
"you're dating inumaki senpai?" itadori exclaimed with a wide-eyed surprise you found adorably amusing.
"how does that even work?" fushiguro asked, a blush spread across his cheeks at the sight of inumaki sending him an unimpressed stare.
"yeah, i'm curious too," nobara added, head tilted and inquiring.
you smiled.
people always questioned the parameters of your relationship as if communication were restricted to orality. they didn't seem to understand that regardless of whether inumaki could verbalize his thoughts, he never made you feel unloved.
it was apparent in the sticky notes you became accustomed to finding around your house. they were reminders and messages decorated in stars and hearts that were signed, 'i love you always' and always with love.
there was care in the simple act of coming home to a gift, just something he had picked up because he claimed, through a messily scrawled out note, that it reminded him of you. books, flowers, even a set of stickers came hand in hand with a smile on his end and yours because he loves you and this is how he shows it.
affection nestles in your skin as he presses a gentle kiss against your shoulder when the two of you wake up groggily in the morning. his eyes are bloated and the sun is too bright, but he loves you and lets you know again by stealing a kiss on your cheek before getting up reluctantly to start the day.
love comes in so many different shapes and sizes and forms, and with inumaki it's practically boundless.
so when someone asks how things work out in your relationship, you can't help but let out a light-hearted laugh or a relaxed smile because your boyfriend loves around his so-called limits. setbacks aren't setbacks to him, and speaking isn't a problem even though voicing is.
when it comes to you, loving is easy. it always has been.
inumaki gently squeezed your intertwined hands, a reminder of the present, while he looked at you with a curious concern from zoning out. you could practically envision what he was asking, and you gave him a reassuring squeeze back.
"i mean, have you ever heard his voice?" nobara asked with a genuine curiosity flaring in her eyes as the trio of first-years gazed expectantly at your boyfriend.
"i have, but i don't need to in order to understand what he's telling me," you answered.
"woah, does that mean you can read his mind then?" itadori questioned, jumping to a conclusion you hadn't meant to insinuate while fushiguro remained quiet despite the wonder apparent in his eyes.
"no, that's not it," you corrected, practically feeling the amusement roll off inumaki in waves as he rolled his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly. "i justβ"
"yoohoo, we gotta get going," gojo called out from afar, and before you could finish explaining, the first years were already saying their goodbyes.
but you supposed it was okay after all because you weren't all too sure how to explain the overwhelming and all-consuming, heart-fluttering, giddy and grandiose type of love you experienced anyways. there was something about words alone that didn't do it justice.
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Do you write for yuta jjk,? Also is there a character limit ?
i do not write for yuta yet but i'm thinking of maybe trying to in the near future. my requests aren't open yet but when they open i'll have a post up about my request rules
summary falling out of love is not as fast as falling in. it's slow; it creeps up on you, and when you finally notice, it's always too late
genre imagine ; angst wc need to add warnings falling out of love, heartbreak, not edited
note so i've noticed i write a lot of angst work so i decided to write more but i don't know homies that's just the vibes these days i guess
fushiguro was a vanilla latte person, less vanilla with an extra shot of espresso and whipped cream on top. he liked his coffee piping hot and always left exactly 12 dimes in the tip jar. never more, never less.
"why 12? why not 10?" you asked one day, following your boyfriend out of the coffee shop.
"a dime a dozen," he answered knowingly at his dumb joke before letting out a melodic laugh that sent butterflies tumbling through your stomach and festered joy in your heart.
that was the exact moment you realized you loved himβmid-laugh, hand in hand, face lit up with simple happiness.
you wondered, eight months later, if it was then that everything started to go downhill.
"itadori says hi," fushiguro said with a sigh, his voice ringing with boredom and restlessness over the phone. "so does nobara."
you felt a smile pull at your lips before falling. it was too heavy to keep up that day. "tell them i said hi back."
"noted." the sound of his phone fumbling in his hand filled your ear. "hey, y/n says hi back."
"how was your day?" you asked after he returned.
"fine," he answered, and you could feel your heart scream at his lack of care.
fushiguro was nonchalant. he was passive and calm but he was loving and affectionate. he was the type of boyfriend that loved quietly but cared loudly. he was the type of person that sent you random i love you's and surprised you with your favorite drink when you weren't feeling well.
so where did the soft laughs and coffee stained smiles disappear to? were they ever even there? was he ever even in love? where were the bear hugs and the i miss you's? where did it all go? what happened to peppering kisses and eyes lit up with excitement? was it all just some façade, some ploy or play, a game of acting, a different persona, or a story with a foreseeable final act?
"what did you do?" you asked, eyes fluttering at the stabbing pain in your chest.
"just the usual," he replied, mumbling something under his breath after that you couldn't quite hear. there was a ruffling sound and then a shout from itadori followed by a clash with nobara in the background.
"are youβ"
"they're fine. just arguing about something gojo sensei mentioned earlier," fushiguro said, cutting through your question. there was a pause on his end before, "hey, i think i have to go. i'll call you back later."
"oh, okay," you said softly, trying to level the welling disappointment that crept up your spine and threatened to roll over your heart. "goodbye, iβ"
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summary he was your first love, your first kiss, and the first to break your heart
genre imagine ; angst wc need to add warnings heartbreak, break up, not edited
note yes this title is directly taken from falling by harry styles and what about it? please i'm crying in the club this song just hits different okay but another song that matches the energy in this imagine is i luv him. by catie turner if you want to check it out!!
"i think we should break up."
your heart, swollen with care and spilling from the sides with affection, splintered at his words. the hand that held his slipped from his grasp. it was as if time itself was ripped from your clutches as you tried and failed to process what itadori had just said to you.
"what?" your voice had never been softer, vulnerable. you were spluttering with disbelief. "what do you mean 'break up,' i thought we were, you were β you told me you loved me."
the air, cold already from the winter breeze, felt harsh against your skin, but tears gathered at your eyes and fell in warm droplets down your cheeks. the moon, caught in reflection, painted the canvas of your face in shine.
itadori felt pain tug at his heart, but he turned away. he buried his face further into the threads of his scarf. he had already made up his mind.
"let's break up."
you took in a shuddering breath as emptiness spread across the expanse of your body. this was happening. this was real. your boyfriend of nearly two years was finally breaking up with you, and he couldn't even spare you a glance or offer an explanation. suddenly the tufts of pink that sprouted from his head didn't seem like lemonade in the summer and the hoodies he wore, the ones that sat in your house, didn't seem like items of comfort anymore.
itadori yuuji sent ice straight through you, chilling to the bone and leaving a trail of hurt in its wake.
"okay. let's break up," you said.
and while you stood there, washed in the night's cold air and trembling from the pain of a freshly broken heart, itadori wanted nothing more than to console you. he loved you, loves you β present tense, but that's exactly why this needs to happen. he loves you to the farthest moon and back. he loves you so much that it hurts to be away. if soulmates existed, he'd agree it's you. in a heartbeat, it's you. it'll always be you.
but life is cruel, and the life of a sorcerer is worse.
itadori? he's seen it first-hand. he's tasted death, and he's felt life's grip loosen around him. he's felt it, and he's never prayed to a god before until then.
he's always been the type of person who jokes around a lot more than he doesn't. there's a smile on his face and always a funny little comment on the tip of his tongue, but he's never been more serious.
itadori loves you, and it's because he loves you that he's decided to let you go. tears threaten to fall from his eyes, but he can't let you see him like this. this was his decision, his heart-breaking, absolutely world-shattering decision. but the best one he could make.
