one thing about satoru gojo is that he's a freak.
he'll try anything once, and then three more times for good measure. anything! as long as it ends with him emptying his balls, prefer on or inside of you, he's a very happy man to entertain your weird requests.
this, though, is too weird!
"you want to have vanilla sex?" he gawks at you.
you're laying back on his bed, bare and smiling up at him as he climbs over you. he's hard, sure, but he's not flooded with the excitement of your usual ideas.
"why don't i put the collar back on?" he suggests tapping the tip of your nose. "oh! or we could play with those candles again... or you could make me squirt... no? roleplay? anal? some music, at least?"
you shake your head, and if you weren't so damn cute satoru might be more upset than he is. "you know," you start, "plenty of couples have plain sex regularly. i just want to feel you."
"we aren't like most couples," he grimaces. "im the strongest. and you're the sexiest. i don't think she's physically capable of having boring sex with you, baby."
"stop calling your dick a she," you stare up at him. "please? you said you'd try anything."
satoru kisses your lips gently, as boringly as he can do without getting too worked up. you are naked underneath him, after all. "i said that hoping you'd propose pegging me. or letting me put that dildo of yours down your throat while i—"
"just fuck me," you whisper.
and because satoru is secret a lover before he is a freak, he complies. with a gentle nod and a few seconds to line himself up with you, he pushes inside and lets you lock your legs around his waist before he starts a gentle pace with you.
it feels good, of course, it's you. but there's something sweet to the way he fucks you— no, makes love to you, that isn't there when gags and blindfolds and candle wax are in the way. it's just you and him, eyes locked as he becomes whole with you in the most intimate way possible.
he realises, when your eyes flutter shut and you pull him impossibly closer to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, that he might just like boring sex.
"i love you so much," he coos. "like having you like this. just us. god i love you, baby. i think i needed this."
the two of you cum in sync with eachother. you shake and tighten around his cock and he spills into you with sweet moans that sound a little more raw and vulnerable than they usually do. he kisses you silly, peppers his lips all over your face until you're laughing underneath him.
and he pulls back to look at your face, and nods to himself. you smile, and push his white hair out of his face with a gentle tilt of your head.
"what's that look for?" you ask.
and that's when you notice the tears welling in his eyes. the tremble of his lip as he recognises a million different feelings at once. and with a sniffle, and a shaky breath, he grins.
"let's get married."
okay so theres an episode of whats new scooby doo where the gang goes home on valentines day, and i guess the studio really wanted to avoid the implication that daphne and fred were sleeping together because daphne and velma live together and fred lives with shaggy and scooby
but that attempt at avoiding anything risque backfired spectacularly because now it just seems like daphne and velma are a comfortably domestic couple and fred is trying to learn how to live with his boyfriends over excitable and really hungry great dane
Stretch marks or scars?
You’re a supernova!
Freckles, moles, acne, or acne scars?
You are a star cluster!
Birthmarks or vitiligo?
You’re covered in nebulae!
All of the above?
You’re a galaxy!
All of these things are eye catching, gorgeous, and important. You are too. You are your own part of the universe.
that moment when you like a show so much it invades every aspect of ur life and ur like
got told at lunch "you feel like Tumblr Incarnate" and i had to tell them i've been here for 13 years and counting. i was here three years before dashcon happened. i saw the mishapocalypse. i survived the gigapause. i've been here longer than the shoelaces post. i've been here since it was hipsters versus fandom and i played both sides extensively by overdoing the sepia filters on everything and making my own flashing galaxy gif edits for my fandom posts. i'm every tumblr. it's all in me
This is the worst timeline. (x)
"Cut it out!" Sanji cried trying not to stomp his foot. "Im big enough to prep the main course! Im not a little kid anymore!"
Zeff looked down at the scrawny nine year old spitfire.
"My hat is bigger than you eggplant," Zeff huffed. "Until youre taller than it, youll always be just a little brat in my eyes."
Sanji growled, but Zeff didnt miss the way he eyed the hat dubiously.
"Your hat is ridiculous!" He finally declared, stomping his way back to the corner to continue chopping vegtables.
If Zeff caught the brat measuring himself against the hat once or twice, he certainly didnt say anything.
And even if he heard Sanji muttering and complaining about it throughout the years, neither of them ever brought up how each time Sanji hit a growth spurt, so too did Zeffs chef hat.
Novelist error messages.
*when your otp is a victim of queerbaiting*
If you haven’t heard already, the fcc has admitted to not caring about the 22 million emails they’ve received unless they were in ‘legal terms’ meaning unless you talked like a lawyer who specializes in this specific category, they ignored your email. It doesn’t look like they plan on changing their mind, no matter what we do. As hopeless as that sounds, we might still have a way to fight back. I’ve heard a few states are trying to make Internet access a state provided utility like electricity and water. If that happens, companies like Verizon would take massive blows. Spread the word, if we can convince our local governments to make internet a state provided utility, it would help not only to sway the votes, but help preserve the Internet in general. I’m posting this on multiple fandoms because the net neutrality tag gets censored. Remember, without net neutrality your fandom will be completely destroyed.
[insp.]
1