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Hello dears! I am asking you to support my campaign to help me achieve my goal. Now that the war has become a whole year, we are in dire need of your support to help me survive and be safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place both in terms of livelihood and lives. I need your financial support to enable me to get the basic needs of my family until the Rafah crossing is reopened to transport my family to safety and peace. Please help a family survive through your small donations or through your shares to others. Thank you very much for standing by those in need 🍉🇵🇸
im going to be taking a hiatus. I’m not sure if i’ll just reblog and reply to things or just remain inactive for a bit. part of why im taking a break is for my exams. i have them soon and need to focus on those. but another part, the major part, is that i’ve been struggling more than i’ve been willing to admit, even to myself.
i think somewhere along the way, this blog became a bigger part of my life than it was supposed to be.
don’t get me wrong. i don’t regret any of it. the duration i’ve spent active on jjkblr have genuinely been some of the happiest moments i’ve had in ages. i’ve met kind people here and i’ve enjoyed myself a lot. it’s nice to share my work with people who enjoy what i do
but that being said, only finding joy in this part of my life is concerning. because when i close tumblr, i still have to go back to my actual life. and lately i’ve been realizing how isolating it all feels.
i spend so much time writing about all sorts of love. romantic, platonic, familial. all about the reader and the characters being chosen, understood, and treated in ways i know i’ll never experience for myself. i don’t expect to have a loving family, the dynamics have remained the only things consistent in my life for years. i’m just really lonely, and i’ve tried to make real friends but things never work out no matter how much i try.
it made me wonder how something so natural could be completely absent in my life. sometimes i finish writing something and just sit there for a minute. i don’t really know how to explain it. it’s strange spending hours trying to put feelings you’ve never gotten to experience into words, you almost find yourself envying fiction.
i think i’ve been trying to fill certain gaps with this fandom, with writing, with constant distractions. and while those things have brought me genuine happiness, they can’t fix whatever is wrong underneath.
i need to figure out how to exist when i’m not refreshing my tabs, i need to focus on my exams so i can build a better life for myself, and i need to take care of myself before i reach a point where i can’t handle any of this anymore.
this isn’t a goodbye. i still want to come back but i think i just need some time. maybe a week from the website and a few more from even touching my drafts. you’ve all been far kinder to me than i’ve ever felt before and im very thankful for that.
Urgent update: Unfortunately, my daughter Walaa's situation has worsened due to the unavailability of insulin. Obtaining it has become extremely difficult for me. I appeal to anyone who can help to stand with us during this difficult time, as her medication is essential for her life. Your support could save her.🙏
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Hello dears! I am asking you to support my campaign to help me achieve my goal. Now that the war has become a whole year, we are in dire need of your support to help me survive and be safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place both in terms of livelihood and lives. I need your financial support to enable me to get the basic needs of my family until the Rafah crossing is reopened to transport my family to safety and peace. Please help a family survive through your small donations or through your shares to others. Thank you very much for standing by those in need 🍉🇵🇸
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-`♡´- Suguru makes love to you..! :: 18+ :: fem!reader ::
You lay on your tummy in the soft sheets, phone glowing in your hands as you scroll mindlessly. Suguru’s resting on your back, his big body a comforting weight that pins you gently into the mattress. He feels so solid and warm, his chest rising and falling against you with each breath, the room's quiet except for the low hum of the fan and the occasional tap of your finger on the screen.
"Should we order something for dinner?" he murmurs near your ear, voice low and smooth, "Or maybe I can make something just for you? Eggs the way you like them."
You smile into the pillow and nod, his hands starts to wander then. At first they're innocent, sliding along your sides, but soon his palms grow bolder and he slips them under your t-shirt, mapping the curve of your waist and the softness of your skin. His touch gentle yet sure, fingers spreading wide to feel more of your warmth.
A soft moan slips from your lips. It was quiet, barely there, but it made him shift and you felt it immediately. His cock begins to harden against your ass, pressing through his sweatpants as he moves, the more he rocks subtly, the more obvious it becomes... he's getting hard just from touching you like this.
"Are you getting hard right now, Suguru?" you tease, voice playful.
He sighs, a sound full of pain and want. "Fuck yes Princess. And you're such a brat for pointing it out."
Before you could laugh, he flips you over with ease. His strength always surprises you and now you lay on your back, staring up at his handsome face, dark hair falling forward, framing those sharp violet eyes thats looking at you with hunger and he traces his hands up your arms until he pins both your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. The other resting besides your face.
He leans down and kisses you. First came soft pecks, light and teasing against your lips, then the kiss deepens, his mouth claiming yours fully, tongue pushing inside to taste you. You moan into it, body arching up to meet him and he slots perfectly between your thighs, his hips settling against yours as if he always belonged there.
The grinding starts slow, his hard cock rubbing right against your pussy through your thin shorts, with each roll of his hips makes you wetter, the fabric growing damp from how much you want him, then his free hand roams down your side, squeezing your hip before sliding under your shirt again to cup your breast.
You tug against his grip on your wrists, not to escape but to feel the control he has and It sends sparks through you. Suguru notices and tightens his hold just enough to remind you whose in charge as his tongue tangles with yours, the kiss turns messy and hot, breathy sounds filling the space between you.
He breaks the kiss for a moment, lips brushing your jaw. "Look at you. Already so wet for me and I haven't barely even touched you properly, sweet girl." His voice husky and he grounds down harder, letting you feel every inch of his erection pressing against your plump pussy.
Your legs wraps around his waist instinctively, the pressure feeling so good, each movement drags cock right over your clit, making you gasp and he kisses you again, deeper this time, swallowing every little moan you give him, His hand leaves your breast and travels lower, slipping into your shorts to find you soaked.
Suguru groans against your mouth. "So warm and ready. My sweet brat." His fingers teases your folds, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips buck and you try to move your hands but he keeps them pinned, forcing you to take the pleasure he's giving.
He kisses down your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot that always makes you shiver. His hips never stopping their slow grind, even as his fingers explore you. Two thick fingers pushes inside your pussy, curling just right and the stretch feels perfect and you clench around them, moaning louder now.
The weight of him on top of you is everything. His broad shoulders blocking out the light from the lamp. His scent, clean and masculine with a hint of his shampoo, surrounds you, making you feel safe and claimed all at once.
"Please, Suguru," you whisper.
He lifts his head up to look at you, eyes dark with lust. "Please what? Tell me, baby." He adds a third finger, pumping them in and out slowly while his thumb rubs your clit.
You whimper... "I need you inside me. All of you."
He smiles, that lazy, dangerous smile. "Good girl for asking so nicely." Then he releases your wrists but only to pull your shirt off. His own clothes follows quickly and when he settles back between your thighs, his bare cock rests heavy against your slick pussy.
He takes his time rubbing the head up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Every slide making you tremble, then he pushes in, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he bottoms out, the fullness makes your head fall back against the pillow.
Suguru stays still for a moment, savoring how you pulse around him and his hands finds yours again, lacing your fingers together above your head and he starts to move, deep and steady thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you.
Your moans mix with his low groans. The bed creaks softly under you both, he leans down to kiss you through it, tongues sliding together in time with his hips and weat begins to slick your skin where you're touching.
He angles his thrusts to grind against your clit with every push, the pleasure builds fast and your legs tightens around him, heels digging into the small of his back. "Aaa— Close," you breathe.
"Come for me," he commands softly. "Let me feel it."
You shatter around him, pussy clenching tight as waves of pleasure washes over you and he keeps moving through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking. Only then does he let himself go, burying deep and filling you with hot pulses of his milky cum.
He collapses on top of you, still inside, his weight comforting once more, he presses soft kisses to your shoulder as you both catch your breath.
"Dinner in a minute," he murmurs with a smile. "And maybe round two after."
You laugh softly and nod, running your fingers through his raven hair. The night is still young, and Suguru is far from being done with you.
YOU HAVE A DATE ˚. ᵎᵎ with loner!shoko ieiri (,,>ヮ<,,)
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loner!shoko ieiri x vampire!reader ╱ she discovers that you are a vampire
cw: mdni, fingering, blood play, shoko is weird on this one, art by Jei_games on x
You sat at your desk in the back of the classroom, legs crossed under the table, trying to look like you were paying attention to the lecture. But you could feel her eyes on you again. Shoko Ieiri. The girl who always sat right next to you, with her messy brown hair falling over and those pale fingers tapping restlessly on her notebook. She never talked much to anyone else, but she watched you constantly.
At first you thought she was just shy, but lately it had gotten intense. She'd lean in too close when passing papers, her breath brushing your neck like she was searching for something. Her cheeks would flush when you caught her staring at the way the sunlight hit your skin. Or didn't hit it, really.
Today, after the last bell rang and everyone else cleared out, she didn't move. The classroom emptied until it was just the two of you. Shoko stood up slowly, her chair scraping loud in the quiet room. She had this wild look in her eyes, maybe she hadn't slept in days.
"I know what you are," she said, her voice shaky. She stepped closer, backing you against the edge of your desk. Her hands gripped the wood on either side of you, trapping you there even though you could have easily slipped away.
You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. God, she was cute when she got like this. All intense and unhinged. "Babe, I came out of the closet years ago, c'mon now."
Shoko's face went bright red, but she didn't back down. If anything, she pressed in closer, her body heat radiating against yours. You could smell her shampoo, something sweet and a little medicinal, she'd been mixing weird stuff in her room again.
"No, you idiot," she hissed. "I know you're a vampire. I've been watching you. You never eat lunch and your skin… it's always cool when I accidentally brussh your hand. And yesterday? When we were in the shade by the windows, your reflection in the glass was off. I checked three times."
She was rambling now, her words spilling out faster, her chest rising and falling quick. You could see the pulse jumping in her throat, it made your own hunger stir. Shoko's fingers dug into the desk harder, she was fighting the urge to touch you.
"You're avoiding mirrors sometimes, and your eyes get this weird shine when the lights are low. I stayed up all night reading about it. I even followed you after school last week. You didn't cast a shadow on the pavement when the streetlights hit just right. I saw it. I'm not crazy." Her voice dropped, almost a whisper. "At least… not that crazy."
You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head so your hair fell over your shoulder. "Yeah, you're right. And?"
Shoko froze, her lips parted and for a second she looked like she might actually faint. But then something shifted in her expression. The anger melted into raw need, her eyes darkened as she stared at you. She wanted to devour you and be devoured at the same time, she was so close now that her thighs brushed yours and you could feel how warm she was compared to your cool skin.
"I knew it," she breathed, almost moaning the words. Her hand finally left the desk and came up to touch your arm, tracing up slowly. "God, you're so perfect. Cold, beautiful and dangerous. I've been going insane thinking about it." She tilted her head, exposing her neck on purpose, her pulse beating visibly under pale skin.
You swallowed, the temptation hitting you hard. Shoko looked wrecked in the best way, her cheeks flushed, lips wet from where she'd been biting them. This lonely, weird girl who had obsessed over you for weeks was practically trembling with want.
"I want you to bite me," she said, her voice thick and desperate. She pressed her body fully against yours now, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer. "Make me like you. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to stay with you forever." Her breath hitched as she leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "Bite me. Please. I've been touching myself thinking about your fangs in my throat while you hold me down. I want it so bad it hurts."
Her fingers tightened in your hair, needy and a little frantic. You could feel her heart racing against your chest, her hips shifting restlessly like she couldn't control it. She was falling apart right in front of you, offering herself completely.
You smiled against her skin, letting your cool breath fan over her neck. "If that's really what you want, babe…"
She shivered hard, a soft whimper escaping her. "It is. Make me yours."
You smiled against her neck, your cool lips brushing her warm skin. Shoko let out a shaky breath, her body already trembling. Without another word, you cupped her face with both hands and kissed her.
She immediately melted into it, she had been starving for this. Her lips were hot and a little clumsy at first, pressing desperately against yours. You deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue into her mouth and she moaned so sweetly it went straight between your legs. Shoko's hands fisted in your uniform shirt, pulling you closer as her tongue met yours in wet strokes.
You pushed her back until her thighs hit the desk behind her, and she sat on the edge without breaking the kiss. Her legs parted on instinct, letting you step between them.
"Mm… please…" she whined against your mouth, already so needy it made you throb.
You kissed her harder, one hand sliding down her body. You tugged her skirt up her thighs, Shoko shivered, spreading her legs wider for you like a good girl. Your fingers teased along the edge of her panties, feeling how soaked the fabric already was.
Shoko broke the kiss with a gasp, her forehead pressed to yours. "I- ah... don't tease me," she begged, her hips rolled forward, trying to get your fingers where she needed them.
You smirked and pushed her panties aside. At the same time, you tilted her head to the side, exposing that pretty neck. Your lips trailed down from her jaw to her throat, kissing and sucking lightly.
You sank your fangs into her soft skin just as you pushed one finger deep inside her tight, dripping pussy. Shoko cried out, her whole body jerked hard against you. The sharp pain from your bite mixed with the sudden stretch of your finger, made her clenched around you so tightly it made you groan against her neck.
"Ahh! Oh god…" she whimpered, her voice high and shaky. "It hurts so good."
You sucked on the bite mark, drinking her warm blood while you slowly pumped your finger in and out of her. She was unbelievably wet, slick sounds filling the room every time you moved, Shoko's hips bucked desperately, chasing your touch.
"More… please, more," she whined, her head falling back as you licked the blood from her neck. Her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed dark red. "I'm yours… I'm really yours now…"
You added a second finger, curling them just right and she nearly sobbed with pleasure. Her hands grabbed onto your shoulders, nails digging in as she rocked against your hand because she couldn't control herself.
"You're so weird," you murmured against her bitten neck, thrusting your fingers deeper. "Getting this turned on from being bitten like a slut."
Shoko moaned loudly at your words, her pussy fluttering around your fingers. "Y-yes I am… jus' bite me again, touch hah me,"
She looked completely wrecked already, lips swollen from kissing, neck marked with your bite, legs shaking as she spread them even wider for you. Her whiny little noises kept spilling out with every thrust of your fingers, getting louder and needier each time.
You kissed her again, letting her taste her own blood on your tongue and she whimpered into your mouth like it was the hottest thing she had ever experienced.
Your lonely girl was finally yours and she was loving every second of it.
'Till death do us part, hah,' your number one top fan! Satoru Gojo can't help but stroke his thick, veiny cock as he recites those vows he'll have for you soon, blushed tip just dripping all that milky pre cum drippin' from that little hole on the head.
Oh, he'd say them very, very fucking soon indeed.
You, the pretty OF star on his screen, bent over and giggling right at him, he swears it. You're surely not looking at any of these other losers' names, no, you must be looking at his.
'Gonna f-fuck...' Satoru's stroking his cock faster, whimpering out as you glide that dildo he bought you in and out of your pretty little cunt, stretching it out and whining as you take it.
Well, it was a direct replica of his cock, so of course you couldn't stuff it all. But don't worry - when Satoru gets you finally, and he folds you in a mating press, fingers pressed into the backs of your thighs? Oh, he'll have you take all of him.
'Till I can see my print inside,' he's chuckling again, lost as he takes some of that messy pre and licks it, moaning and gliding it across his lips. He's fucking his fist in time to your sad attempts at fucking yourself with his veiny replica, he can't help but smirk, using one hand to type.
Having trouble takin' cock, sweetheart?
Well you are indeed, you've never had something so big and long trying to fit inside you - in fact, this was the first time you've used more than a cute little plug or a wand on your pussy on cam. Yet, when it's from your top fan, you can't help but want to show off for him.
Your puffy lips are pathetically trying to fit around it, no matter how wet you are, you can't even get half - the tips are just rolling in, but none like him - like DigiMaster89.
truly -what a fucking name. Yet you know that he loves when you spread wide, and you truly want to be a good girl for him.
Even if you don't even know what he looks like, you'd love to make him proud, taking more and more of that cock and shaking, thighs trembling as your cunt is spasming, begging for a little reprieve with how full you're stuffed.
'Ngh!' You're crying out now, as Satoru leans forward, remembering his vows.
he got distracted.
'Oh, where was I?' he caresses the screen, before spitting down his cock again, letting it slip to the base. 'Ah, I remember. To fucking cherish that slutty lil' cunt. Ah, baby I solemnly swear and all that sh-shit....'
White locks fall across a brow as you squirt all over for the first time on camera, clear fluids just gushing out, just in time for his white to squirt right on the screen, right against his future wife, some of it even smattering against his glasses. He can't help but whimper out your name, hand just trembling, taking his glasses off to lap a bit of his sticky mess.
God, imagine when you're squirting all over his glasses?
Satoru can't wait to finally have you all to himself, don't you know you're already his future fucking wife?
｡✧mean!nerdjo punishing his even meaner girlfriend! ✧｡
Summary: You've been secretly dating geeky Satoru Gojo for three months now, playing up your mean-girl act towards him just to keep your peers unassuming. This was simply unacceptable, and you'll have to make it up to your boyfriend in the best way you could
Satoru Gojo’s grip tightened in your hair, yanking your head forward as he drove his hips up, forcing his cock deep into your throat. You gagged hard, the thick shaft stretching your glossy lips wide. Saliva dripping down your chin while his heavy balls slapped against your skin with each rough thrust. It wasn't some gentle blowjob you were giving him.
No, Satoru was fucking your face like he owned it. All that anger from earlier boiling over into vulgar domination. Tears blurred your vision, but you still took his length perfectly. and sucking as best you could around the invasion.
“Say y're sorry,” he growled, voice thick as he began pulling back just enough for you to breathe before slamming in again. “Apologize properly! Fucking your throat while you apologize to me? Y’have zero decorum!”
The words came out garbled, your mouth full. “Mmph..I'm... sorry. T-Toru, please...” He just laughed instead of any sense of sympathy you were expecting. Thrusting faster as his free hand clamped down on your shoulder to keep you steady on your knees.
The dorm room reeked of his body spray mixed with precum. Posters of old mecha-animes peeling at the edges on the walls and empty Monster cans cluttering his desk. His laptop hummed softly in the corner. Probably still open to some physics sim or Digimon wiki. But none of that mattered right now. This was the real Satoru. The one hidden behind the awkward nerd facade everyone at college knew.
You'd been seeing him like this for a good three months now. Sneaking around as his secret girlfriend while being the stereotypical popular girl someone like him would probably never stand. He was all stutters and geek talk out there, rambling about quantum mechanics or why Magnamon was the best digivolved partner. While you were giggling with your friends. Manicured nails raised to cover your lips as you gossiped with them. Someone just had to humble a vapid girl like you!
That’s why behind closed doors he turned out to be a total sadistic psycho! To be fair, you weren’t stopping this. You pushed his buttons on purpose, acting like a total bitch whenever your clique was around. You couldn’t help but encourage his superiority complex. Nothing turned you on more than when he “put you in your place”
It started that morning in the lecture hall. A kind of place where the seats creaked and the air felt stuffy from too many bodies packed in. You were lounging with your usual crew, those girls who trailed after you, giggling at your comments about the latest gossip magazines. Your skirt riding up your thighs as you perched on a desk, you spotted Satoru shuffling in, his white hair tousled, glasses slipping down his nose, backpack slung low like he carried the weight of the world.
In front of the class, he was pathetic, really. The guy who'd blush if you even looked at him too long, only speaking up to correct the prof on some equation or geek out over digital worlds. Your friends rolled their eyes whenever he opened his mouth. But you knew the truth. The hookups in your car after late-night study sessions, the way he'd pin you down and make you beg.
Today, you went too far. As he walked past your group, head down avoiding eye contact, you extended your leg just right. His foot caught, and down he went, sprawling across the floor with a thud. Papers scattered, his glasses clattered off, and the room erupted in snickers. Your friends lost it, howling as “Oops! Clumsy much, weirdo?”
He flushed crimson, scrambling to gather his things, muttering about friction coefficients like it was no big deal. But when his eyes met yours, hidden behind the recovering lenses, you saw the storm brewing. Blue and icy, promising payback.
You wished he understood you just had to do this! Your excuses about needing his brain for homework hadn't been cutting it this time. Tripping him in front of everyone? Unfortunately tripping him was straight-up disrespect, and he wasn't letting it slide. His text buzzed your phone right after class.
Toru-baby: My room. Five minutes. Or I'll drag you there myself in front of all your friends.
You'd barely knocked before he hauled you inside, door slamming shut. No hello, no bullshit. Straight to the wall, his body pressing you hard against it, mouth crashing on yours in a bruising kiss. 'You think you can embarrass me like that?' he'd hissed, hands already shoving your skirt up.
“F-fake bitches laughing while you trip your own boyfriend? Y-yeah…you're gonna pay right now!”
He'd forced you to your knees then, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers fueled by rage. His cock springing free, hard and leaking. No warm-up, no teasing. Just his hand fisting your hair and guiding you down, making you take him inch by inch until your nose pressed against his pelvis.
That was how you ended up where you were now. Girthy cock in your mouth, throat contracting as you took him even deeper. Satoru’s pace quickened, grunts filling the air as he chased his release. “Swallow it all, baby! That's how you make it right f’me…”
You simply nodded while working around him. The burn mixing with a twisted ache between your legs. He tensed, a low curse escaping, and then he was cumming. Thick ropes pulsing down your throat. You swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, even as he held you flush against him, grinding out the last of it.
Finally, he eased back, cock slipping free with a wet pop, a trail of spit connecting you for a beat before he smeared it across your lips with his tip. “There, I guess you’re forgiven... But don't test me again.” His voice softened a fraction, thumb brushing your cheek almost tenderly. However the glint in his eyes said he was far from done.
You rocked back on your heels, throat raw, wiping your mouth as you looked up at him. The carpet bit into your knees, and your panties were soaked, clit throbbing from neglect. “T-Toru...” It came out whiny, needy, and he smirked, knowing exactly what you wanted.
“C’mon now, pretty girl. Up on the bed.” He hauled you to your feet, shoving you toward the mattress piled with wrinkled clothes and a forgotten controller. You landed on your back, skirt bunched around your waist, and he was on you in seconds, stripping off his shirt to reveal the toned chest he kept hidden under his hoodies.
He pinned your hands above your head with one large palm, the other yanking your top open, buttons scattering. His mouth latched onto your breast, teeth grazing the nipple hard enough to make you arch and gasp. “Y’love this, don't ya? Acting like a bitch out there just to get fucked like one.” He bit down, soothing with his tongue after, then switched sides, leaving dark marks that'd bloom into bruises.
His hand trailed lower, fingers hooking into your panties and tearing them off with a rip. Cool air hit your wetness, and you squirmed, but he slapped your inner thigh, the sting sharp. “Stay still. Or you’re not getting shit!”
You bit your lip, nodding, and he rewarded you by sliding two fingers inside, thick and curling right against that spot. You moaned, hips bucking, but he pinned you firmer, pumping slow at first, then faster, thumb flicking your clit. “So fucking wet from sucking me off. Pathetic.”
The build was intense, your walls clenching around his digits, but he pulled out right as you teetered on the edge, making you whine in frustration. “Please, I-I’m gonna-“ He chuckled, dark and satisfied, positioning himself between your legs. "Y-you're not gonna cum, ah- fuck unless it's on my dick you got that?!"
You nodded as his cock, still slick from your mouth, nudged your entrance before he thrust in deep, filling you completely. You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. He didn't hold back, hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm, the bed creaking under the force.
One hand stayed on your wrists, the other wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse race, vision spotting. “Mine,” he grunted, pounding harder, skin slapping skin. “No more humiliating me in public. Do that shit again and I'll bend you over in the bathroom. Let your friends hear from the stall how depraved you are!”
The threat only pushed you higher, your body tightening, orgasm crashing over you in waves. You came with a scream, nails digging into his back where you could reach, and he followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you.
He collapsed beside you, both panting, his arm draping over your waist possessively. For a minute, the room was quiet, just your breathing syncing up. Then he murmured, “Heard the new Digimon trailer dropped. We should watch it later.” Like nothing happened.
You laughed softly, turning into him, the contrast in your dynamic hitting you every time. “Like I’d be seen watching that kiddy-shit Toru.”
Omg don’t come at me for the cringe ahh dialogue and it literally is js bad porno
tysm @6x-x9 for the proofreaading!!
anyways I js like the idea of fratjo being the sub and nerdjo being the dom yk, js switch it up a bit. and yeah i said this would be out days ago but what r U gonna do abt it?? NOTHING
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Content warning: js a drabble, bad porn, power imbalance, implied age gap, fingering, innocence ruining, virginity loss, boss!shoko x assist!reader
doctor!shoko who hated feeling this wiped out, but after the kind of day that dragged on forever at jujutsu tech, she was done for. Slumped at her desk in the infirmary, she groaned as those harsh fluorescent lights drilled into her skull. and just as she rubbed her temples, praying the pounding headache would ease up. That's when you slipped in, so quiet she barely registered the sweet girl who entered her room.
doctor!shoko who watched your eyes lock on her, wide and full of that earnest innocence she couldn't remember the last time she had in herself. you treated her like she was the center of your universe. Like you couldn't stand a minute without her quiet approval. who saw your fingers twitch, hesitant, before they finally reached for her shoulders. The nervous buzz rolling off you was palpable, but your sweet smile cut through it all.
doctor!shoko who had been used to your giving nature for a while now. A smirk tugged at her lips as she pictured all those times you'd probably fantasized about this with your own superior. your hands were already mapping out hidden trails on her skin, stealing glances at her drained expression when you thought she wouldn't catch you.
doctor!shoko who shrugged off her coat without a word, letting it slide down to bare the smooth curve of her shoulders framed by her deep blue turtleneck. your breath caught sharp as your fingers brushed the line of her neck, lingering way too long, like you were committing every dip and swell to memory.
doctor!shoko who felt what started as a simple rub on her shoulders melt into something heavier, your palms kneading deeper, thumbs pressing into the knots along her back. she let out a low sigh, her body loosening under your care, but she could feel the heat building between you. she turned in her chair, pulling you closer by the wrist, her gaze steady and knowing.
doctor!shoko who couldn't help but tease you, saying, "you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?" in a voice husky from the exhaustion. your nod was shy, cheeks flushing fervently, but she didn't let you pull away. Instead, she guided your hand lower, over the fabric clinging to her chest, feeling her own pulse quicken.
doctor!shoko who didn't take long to have you backed against the desk, her fingers working your shirt open with practiced ease. You trembled under her, body arching up into every graze of her skin, like one wrong move might shatter you. she loved watching you come apart when she began to circle your clothed cunt. the soft gasps slipping from your lips, those quiet whimpers as your fingers clenched in your palm, silently pleading for more.
doctor!shoko who just had to lean in! her mouth pressing hot against the tender spot just below your ear, drawing out those muffled moans while her hand trailed down to slip past the waistband of your skirt, her finger finding the slick heat between your thighs. she moved slow at the start, deliberate, stroking the soft folds, circling your clit with a feather-light touch that made your hips buck.
doctor!shoko who had felt every breath you took against her shoulder, your whole frame shaking from the building pressure. who didn't rush it, savoring the way your walls clenched around her probing fingers as she slid two inside now, curling them just right to hit that spot that made your eyes flutter shut. Her thumb kept up the rhythm on your clit, pressing and rubbing until your thighs quivered around her hand.
doctor!shoko who had watched your face the whole time, catching every lash flutter, every bitten-back cry, and damn if it didn't twist something deep in her chest, a quiet ache that matched the fire in her veins. "let go for me, my sweet girl," she whispered, lips brushing your collarbone, her free hand pinning your hip to keep you steady.
doctor!shoko who saw your release hit like a wave, body tensing then melting, wetness coating her fingers as you gasped her name. She didn't stop right away, easing you through it with gentle strokes, until you slumped back, spent and glowing. she pulled her hand free, bringing her fingers to her mouth for a taste, eyes locked on yours with a satisfied grin.
doctor!shoko who cleaned you up so tenderly. wiping the junction between your thighs as you raised your gaze with such love in your doe eyes.
doctor!shoko who knew she was going to have quite the time with you <3
i took this down a while back out of spite because i HATED that ppl were seeing my poorly written shit more then stuff i spent much longer on
also the og was just VERY cringe and uninteresting to read....
but my pookie anna wanted it back and now its finished soooooo yeah
｡✧dad!jo learning how to do his daughter’s curly hair ✧｡
Content warning: tooth rotting fluff, sfw, dad!jo x implied!blk reader (but can be js curly-haired reader,) daughter's name isn't given, references to the gojo clan
The first time Satoru Gojo tried to do his daughter’s hair, he almost cried because she looked so much like you.
She sat between his legs on the chair they dragged from the bedroom. Your little girl was wearing her tiny pink pajamas while soft curls framed her face in messy little spirals. Satoru noticed it all. Her big eyes, pouty little lips, warm skin glowing beneath the bathroom light. Every single feature of hers reminded him painfully of you, the girl he fell in love with years ago, and for one long second Satoru genuinely thought his heart stopped beating.
Then he looked down at the mountain of kid safe hair products covering the sink and immediately felt overwhelmed again.
“She can’t use my stuff,” you told him while trying not to laugh. “Her scalp's too delicate.” Satoru stared at the tiny pastel bottles in betrayal. “Why does a toddler have a more expensive routine than I do?”
“Because unlike you, she actually conditions her hair." You replied, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.
The first few attempts were disasters...to say the least.
One time he used way too much leave in conditioner and your daughter's curls stayed damp for half the day. Another time he tugged too hard, she burst into tears. Satoru had looked so horrified you thought he might actually hollow purple himself out of existence
After that, he took the learning process very seriously.
He memorized every step exactly the way you taught him. First came the spray bottle with warm water. Then the kid friendly leave in conditioner he had to get imported from outside Japan. After that, he carefully detangled from the ends upward before using a lightweight curl cream meant for children and sealing everything with a tiny bit of oil.
Satoru approached the routine like studying an opponent. Except in this case his opponent was the most adorable princess with a tender scalp and the patience of a angry little dictator.
Soon he was researching satin pillowcases for kids at three in the morning. Ordering soft brushes that wouldn’t pull on her curls. Watching routine videos while lying across your chest after missions because he refused to be bad at something connected to his daughter.
And honestly, it worked. Satoru Gojo was annoyingly talented at almost everything. Within weeks, his daughter only wanted him to do her hair. Whether it be ponytails, wash and go's, braids, you name it.
“Daddy does the...the braids prettier,” she declared all shy one morning while you stared at her in fake offense.
Satoru looked unbearably smug sitting on the bathroom floor with pink clips between his teeth. “Sorry, baby. I’m simply gifted.”
Your daughter giggled loudly while he separated another section of curls carefully. His large hands moved with surprising gentleness as he twisted each puff into shape. Tiny colorful barrettes covered the counter beside him, organized by color because apparently Satoru had developed opinions about hair accessories.
He held up two clips seriously. “Strawberries or stars?” “Stars!” she answered immediately.
“Excellent choice!" he exclaimed, "you don't want everyone at school to eat'cha up from how much of a cutie you are.”
You leaned against the doorway watching them quietly. Your daughter giggling at his compliments while Satoru clipped the glittery yellow stars into her hair with intense concentration. It was still surreal sometimes seeing the strongest sorcerer alive crouched on the floor arguing with a four year old about accessories.
But Satoru genuinely loved this.
Loved every second of being a father.
He loved the domesticity of it all in a way that surprised everyone around him. Morning cartoons playing in the background. Tiny pajamas dragging across the floor. The scent of crayon wax and Doc Mc'Stuffins bath solution filling his home. He soaked it up like he had been starved for softness his entire life.
Maybe he had been. Afterall, the Gojo clan never gave him moments like this growing up.
He never knew his parents. No one ever sat patiently between his little legs, brushing through his hair while humming under their breath. There was no warmth tucked into the ordinary moments of childhood. No bonding over rushed breakfasts, school uniforms, or getting ready for family events. Those tasks were handled by an emotionally detached maid, efficient but distant. Long before adulthood, Satoru had already grown into someone powerful, isolated, and impossible to reach.
Now he overcompensated by pouring every ounce of affection into his little girl.
“Daddy,” she asked suddenly, “was Mommy pretty when you met her?”
Satoru paused mid twist and stared at her like she’d asked the most ridiculous question in human history.
“Pretty?” he repeated dramatically. “Your mommy was the prettiest person I’d ever seen. Still is too.”
You rolled your eyes from the doorway, but he continued, “the best part is that she looks just like you! You really didn't wanna twin with your old man here huh?" That made your daughter laugh so hard she nearly slid off the counter.
Satoru steadied her automatically with one hand before continuing her hair. The movement was instinctive now. Everything about fatherhood seemed instinctive for him despite how nervous he had been before she was born.
Sometimes you caught him staring at her when he thought nobody noticed. Usually during quiet moments.
Like when your girl was asleep against his chest with one tiny hand fisted in his shirt. Or when she laughed so hard she snorted exactly like you. Or during mornings like this when sunlight hit her bouncy curls and made them glow warm gold around her face.
Every single time, Satoru looked overwhelmed by love.
“She has your eyes,” he murmured softly while fluffing one of her puff ponytails carefully. “And your smile.”
“She's got your boundless energy though,” you added.
“That’s very fortunate for us all.” Your daughter tugged at the fabric of his pants, raising her arms, “I’m funny daddy!”
“You’re hilarious, babygirl!” Satoru corrected immediately before kissing the top of her head and spinning her around. Then he leaned back to admire his work proudly.
Two perfectly shaped curly ponytails with two framing braids in the front. Decorated with gold star clips, and all her curls were perfectly moisturized and shiny without being weighed down. Not a single coil left behind.
“Masterpiece,” he announced confidently.
Their daughter scrambled off the counter immediately and ran toward you. “Mommy look!”
You crouched down with a smile, adjusting one clip gently before nodding approvingly. “Wow! Daddy did a really good job.”
Satoru looked ridiculously pleased with himself over the praise. Honestly, you thought he enjoyed your approval almost as much as your daughter’s.
The little girl sprinted toward the living room after that, curls bouncing wildly while she searched for her toys. Satoru watched her disappear around the corner with this soft expression that still caught you off guard sometimes.
Then he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “She looks just like you,” he said quietly.
You rested against him easily. “She looks like both of us, Toru.”
“I know.” His voice softened further as he watched their daughter disappear into the living room. She had his dimples and his nose, he could see himself in her easily enough, “but every now and then she looks at me and I swear I’m seeing you all over again.”
That made your chest ache.
Because Satoru remembered everything about you with terrifying accuracy. The hairstyles you wore as a teenager. The exact expression you made when annoyed. The first time he made you laugh hard enough to snort. He remembered it all like precious memories carved permanently into his bones.
Now pieces of you existed inside your daughter. And Satoru loved her so much it was almost frightening. From the living room came a loud crash followed by excited giggling. Satoru sighed instantly. “ You were right. Definitely energetic...”
You laughed while he walked away toward the chaos your little girl ensued. A second later your daughter had launched herself directly into his arms without warning. Satoru caught her easily, smiling while she wrapped tiny arms around his neck. Her curls bounced against his shoulder, little glitteryclips glittering beneath the sunlight.
And for a moment he just stood there holding her carefully against his chest.
Like he still couldn’t believe someone so precious belonged to him.
omg my studies have been killinggggggggggggg me like vro i was not built for this T0T
ACCIDENTALLY DELETED OG POST UGHHH
Satoru pushed open the door to your shared apartment, the quiet hum of the city fading behind him. He had wrapped up his mission earlier than expected, eager to get back to you. The place smelled like chamomile tea and something faintly sour, probably from your morning sickness. He kicked off his shoes, sunglasses perched on his head, and called out softly.
"Baby? You home?"
No answer at first, just a sniffle from the bedroom. His heart twisted in that delicious way it always did when he heard you like that. Tears. God, he loved your tears. The way your long lashes clumped together, dark and wet, framing those big, vulnerable eyes. The slight flush on your nose, the way your voice cracked and trembled. And the best part? Only he could fix it. No one else got to see you like this, hold you, make you feel whole again. It made him want to lock you away forever.
He found you curled up on the bed, knees to your chest, that oversized sweater swallowing your frame. Your hair was a mess, face buried in a pillow. Pregnant belly peeking out just a bit, round and perfect. You looked up when he approached, eyes red-rimmed, cheeks streaked. "Satoru," you whispered, voice thick. Fresh tears welled up. "You're back."
He dropped onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his lap without a word. You fit so perfectly there, your weight a comfort against him. "Hey, hey. What's got my girl crying today? Talk to me." His hand stroked your back, fingers tangling in your hair.
You buried your face in his chest, shoulders shaking. "Just everything, Toru. You left before I woke up again a-and I hate that. I hate when you're gone before I even see you. Then the nausea hit hard this morning and it wouldn’t go away for hours. A-and... and my favorite dress. The blue one you like? It doesn't fit anymore. I tried it on, thinking maybe today would be okay, but it won't even zip. I look... I look huge. Y-you probably think so too. You've been staring weirdly lately."
Satoru bit back a smirk. The dress. Yeah, that was his doing. He had tossed it in the dryer on high heat last week, watching it shrink just enough. Not to hurt your feelings, never that. But fuck, you looked too good in it. Those curves hugging your body, drawing eyes from everyone. No one deserved that view but him. And he knew it would end like this: you in his arms, tears soaking his shirt, needy for his reassurance. His cock twitched at the thought.
"Huge?" He chuckled low, tilting your chin up. Your lashes were clumped, mascara smudged just a little, nose pink. Perfect. "Baby, you're carrying our kid. You’re not huge, you’re gorgeous. And I've been staring because I can't keep my eyes off you. Every inch of you is sexier now. Those hips? This belly? Fuck, it makes me hard just looking." You sniffled with a small giggle, wiping your eyes, but doubt lingered. "Really? You don't... you don't think I'm gross?"
His thumb brushed a tear from your cheek, smearing it deliberately. He loved how it glistened on your skin. Memories flooded him: the night he proposed, down on one knee in your tiny kitchen. Your tears had poured then, happy ones, splashing onto the ring as you nodded frantically. Or when he tickled your sides until you laughed so hard you cried, body writhing under him. And his absolute favorite, when he had your legs spread wide, cock slamming into your pussy over and over. You would grip the sheets, sobbing his name, babbling nonsense as orgasms ripped through you. Tears streaming, voice breaking. All his.
"Gross? Never." He kissed your forehead, then your nose, tasting salt. "You're mine. Every curve, every tear. Let me show you how much I need you." You hesitated, but your body melted into him, hands clutching his shirt. "Okay. Just... hold me first?"
He nodded, shifting so you straddled his lap, your belly between you like a warm secret. His hands roamed your sides, slipping under the sweater to caress bare skin. Soft, stretched just right from the pregnancy. He pressed kisses along your jaw, murmuring, "You're so beautiful like this. Swollen with my baby. No one gets this."
Your breath hitched, more tears slipping free. "Satoru... I feel so emotional. Like everything sets me off." He breathed against your neck, nipping lightly, "good. Cry for me. I really love it." The words slipped out before he could stop them, but you didn't seem to notice, too lost in the moment.
He peeled the sweater off you, revealing your full breasts, nipples dark and peaked. Pregnancy had made them heavier, more sensitive. He cupped one, thumb circling the bud, watching you gasp. Tears tracked down your cheeks as you rocked against him, feeling his erection press up through his pants.
"See? Look at what you do to me." He ground up, letting you feel the hard length. "I don’t need a dress when you’re already perfect naked and crying on my lap."
You whimpered, lashes fluttering wetly. "I love you, so much.” He replied, "I know," before flipping you gently, mindful of your belly, laying you back on the pillows. His mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. You arched, fingers in his hair, a sob escaping. Colostrum beaded on his tongue, sweet and warm. He groaned, switching sides, kneading the other breast.
"Satoru! Oh God," you cried, tears flowing freely now. Your nose reddened more, voice pitching high. He pulled back, admiring the sight. Clumped lashes, flushed face, lips parted. His cock throbbed painfully. "Look at you. So pretty when you cry. Makes me want to fuck you senseless."
You nodded frantically, hands tugging at his pants. "Please…I-I need it inside. Make it better."
He stripped quickly, cock springing free, thick and leaking. Your eyes widened, more tears for some reason, joy or overwhelm, he didn't care. He settled between your thighs, spreading you wide. Your pussy was slick, swollen from hormones, folds puffy and inviting.
"Gonna fill you up," he promised, rubbing the head along your slit. You bucked, sobbing his name. "Yes, yes, Satoru!"
He pushed in slow, savoring the stretch. You were tighter now, pregnancy making you grip him like a vice. Inch by inch, until he bottomed out, balls against your ass. Your walls fluttered, tears streaming as you adjusted.
"Fuck, baby. So wet for me. Even y’re pussy’s crying for me??? H-hah…squeezing m’cock soo good." He started thrusting, deep and steady, hands on your hips. You gripped the sheets, back arching. "Too much... feels s’good... ah!"
He picked up pace, slamming harder, the bed creaking. Your belly jiggled with each thrust, your breasts bouncing. Tears poured, mixing with sweat. Your voice broke into babbles. "Satoru...mmh.. don't stop..."
"Never," he growled, possessive fire burning. Only he saw this. You sobbing, coming apart on his dick. No one else. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss, tasting all your tears. His hand slipped between you, thumb on your clit, rubbing circles.
You couldn't take it anymore, your pussy clamping down, creamingaround him. "Satoru! Cumming... oh fuck!" Sobs wracked your body, lashes clumped shut, nose bright red.
He didn't stop, fucking through it, chasing his own release. "That's it. Cry for me. All mine."
Your babbling turned incoherent, tears endless. He thrust deep one last time, spilling hot cum inside you, groaning your name.
You collapsed together, his weight braced on elbows. You sniffled, clinging, tears still leaking. He kissed them away, heart swelling. "Feel better?"
"Yeah," you murmured, voice hoarse. "You always make it better."
He smiled, secret kink sated. You were his. Tears and all.
Satoru lingered inside you, softening slowly, not ready to pull out. Your pussy milked the last drops from him, warm and content. He brushed hair from your damp face, thumb tracing the tear tracks. You looked wrecked in the best way: eyes puffy, lashes stuck together in little spikes, lips swollen from kisses and bites. That red nose tip made you seem so fragile, so his to protect.
"You know I didn't mean to leave early," he said softly, though part of him loved knowing it started your tears. "Mission ran long last night. But I'm here now. All yours."
You nodded, sniffling. "I know. Just... lonely sometimes. And the baby's kicking more than before. It feels weird…all the changes. Like I'm not myself anymore."
He placed a hand on your belly, feeling a flutter. His kid. Yours. Possessiveness surged again. "You're still you. Hotter, if anything. Remember when I proposed? You cried a whole river but I couldn’t find you any less beautiful." A watery laugh escaped you. "Dont remind me, Toru!"
"Hey, How could I ever let you forget? You were the prettiest yet that night." He grinned, thrusting shallowly just to make you gasp. "And when I tickled you last week? Laughing so hard you teared up a little. Fuck, that was so cute."
"Satoru!" You swatted his chest", fresh tears of embarrassment, "don't remind me."
But he did love reminding you. Every emotional outburst fed that hidden hunger. The joy tears, the laugh tears, the empathy ones when he talked about work. But nothing beat the sex tears. Like just now, you sobbing as he railed you.
"What about when I fuck you till you can't talk?" He murmured, starting to harden again inside you. "Bawling my name, pussy creaming all over my cock. That's my favorite."
Your cheeks flushed deeper. "You're awful. I-I don’t... okay yeah. I get overwhelmed, but I’m not a crybaby!"
He rocked his hips, that pervert was already building friction. "Y’know I really wanna make you cry again? Show you how much I love this body?" Your breath hitched. You bit your lip, nodding. "Yes please."
This time he went slower, savoring. Pulled out almost all the way, then slid back in, grinding deep. Your hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging. Tears started anew as pleasure built.
"Look at me," he commanded. Your eyes met his, wet and pleading. "See? Only I get this. Your tears, your pussy, our baby? All mine."
"Y-yours," you sobbed, legs wrapping around him. "All yours, Satoru. p-please just a little harder."He obliged, pounding now, skin slapping. Your breasts leaked a little with each thrust, milk dribbling. He leaned down, licking it off, sucking again. You wailed, coming fast, walls pulsing.
"Good girl. Soak my cock." He flipped you onto your side, careful, spooning behind. One leg hitched over his arm, he rutted deep, hand rubbing your clit. Tears streamed out, voice breaking. "Can't... too much... Satoru!"
"C’mon baby, Just cry it out f’me yeah?" His free hand squeezed your breast, possessive grip. Cum from before leaked out around his pistoning cock, messy and hot.
You babbled, "Love you... so full... gonna cum again..." Body tensed, then shattered, squirting a little. He followed soon after. Flooding you with more of his sperm. "Take it, all mine."
Panting, he held you close, kissing your tear-streaked shoulder. You sighed, content, emotional storm passed. "Thank you," you whispered. "For always taking care of me."
"Always," he replied, heart full. His secret safe, your tears his addiction. And later, as you dozed, he thought about the dress. Maybe shrink another one tomorrow. Just to make you need him again.
a/n: I know I said I’d most likely post my object gojo fic today but when I saw so many people anticipating and looking forward to it I got so nervous and felt more unsure of my draft so It’ll probably be out tomorrow!!
also I’m not sure if this dynamic is problematic or if it counts as dubcon since I made satoru more manipulative than I expected, idk yall. imo even tho the reader consents he’s making you vulnerable and insecure just so you be closer to him…
anyways let’s just say toru was listening to some ironmouse
I want you crying for me I want you waah wah wah wah waah wah wah wah I want you fighting for me and when you lose go wah wah waah wah wah wah CRY FOR MEEE
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In which: the first years can’t believe their sensei’s married to you (minus Megumi)
You were bored at home all by yourself. Gojo was off teaching, Megumi was off being his student, and your precious daughter was off at preschool. So you decided to show up to Jujutsu academy and surprise your husband with lunch.
You found your way around easily, you noticed Megumi walking around with his friends, but you only waved at him, not wanting to embarrass him in front of his friends. Gojo was outside, looking straight ahead at.
“Having a good lunch break?” His entire face lit up once he saw you. He stood up to greet you, hugging you so tightly as if you’d came home from war.
“What are you doing here?” Gojo asked, barely believing his eyes. You never visited him at work. You sat down the food, still amused at how excited your husband was.
“I wanted to enjoy lunch with you. I saw Megumi, he’s too cool to say hi.” You teased as you took the food out of its bag.
“You know him. You know, I got the notification that you brought sushi, but I didn’t have a clue you were coming here!” You smiled.
“Well, I wanted to spend time with you. One on one. Between Megumi and Izumi, we never really get to be alone.” Gojo placed his hands over yours, deciding he would manage eating with one hand.
Meanwhile across the yard, Nobara and Yuji were freaking out. They could not believe their dingy old sensei was married to someone as beautiful as you. Despite Megumi confirming it many times, they couldn’t comprehend.
“But how? She’s so cool looking and Gojo-sensei is so cringe!” Megumi almost cracked a smile.
“And his jokes! How does she tolerate his jokes!?” Yuji added, losing his mind alongside Nobara.
“She loves his jokes.” Megumi shrugged nonchalantly. Nobara couldn’t take it, she had to meet you. She trudged over to you and Gojo, a polite enough smile on her face.
“Excuse me? Are you Gojo-sensei’s wife?” You turned to the fiery, orange haired girl, a smile on your face.
“Yes. Your sensei is my husband.” You smiled brighter at Gojo who was looking at Nobara as if he knew she was going to do something outlandish.
“…How? You’re so young and beautiful.” Caught off guard by her blunt nature, you burst into giggles. Gojo however was not laughing.
“I’m only two years younger than him. And Satoru is beautiful as well. But thank you for the compliment.” You winked at her.
“Now leave us alone, thank you.” Satoru said, he was so sassy. Once Nobara walked away, he turned back to you.
“I’m very lucky to be your wife. Don’t let your students get you upset, baby.” You leaned over and kissed him on his cheek.
“Yeah I know. I’m lucky to have you too.” A smile spread across your face. Satoru’s students loved making fun of him, but you’d always come to his defense.
So I have a bunch of Headcanons up in my Gojo Masterlist for miniseries or full fic ideas. I’ll leave it up to you which one I start. Eventually, I do plan to do full fics or mini series with all these ideas, but I need help choosing a starting point.
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izzy806
blakekathryn
titsay
romaincrisis
stormborns
ellievsbear
germansingergirl
