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"Marty"

2025, watercolor and gouache

Marty is an education bird where I work. Unable to be released right now, Marty is used to go on trips to events to educate folks about wildlife.

alex’s face when aleksa is getting angry and describing his violent thoughts ❤️❤️❤️❤️

morning routine — ft. sylus

before you read: established relationships ; gender neutral reader ; sleepy clingy sylus ; banter ; fluff and cheesiness i apologize in advance

“Here we go,” you hum to yourself, rolling your eyes with a knowing smile curled loosely on your lips as soon as Sylus starts to shift in his sleep. “Like a hermit crab,” you tease to his unconscious figure, “no wonder you’re so pale. Do you even remember what the sun looks like?”

“Do you always talk to sleeping people?”

You still at the sound of his voice, hand freezing in the middle of stroking through his hair. He doesn’t like that, either—his head presses up into your fingertips, a silent demand for more.

“You should be sleeping,” you scold gently, fingers returning to their earlier movements. You scratch lightly at his scalp and he shivers, humming in content. Like a cat, you think fondly, purring in your arms at the slightest show of affection.

Your morning routine starts with the same valiant effort every day: protecting Sylus from the sun. It’s honest work: he already doesn’t sleep very much through the night, and if he doesn’t sleep through the day because of a mild setback either, you think a number of poor victims would suffer the consequences of his tired, grouchy attitude.

So, you protect him as he falls asleep while the sun rises, beams of light slipping through the cracks of the blinds a little more with every minute. You watch him—with equal parts amusement and equal parts fondness, you watch every morning as he slowly shifts in his sleep. It starts with him inching closer and closer towards you, and ends with his head buried into your chest and his body curled around you like you’re a shield for the cruel light that disturbs him.

You like this routine, though. It’s the perfect chance to admire him, to bring a hand to trace over his relaxed features—the slightly crooked slant of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the defined edge of his jawline. And, of course, your favorite part: the soft, plump curves of his lips. He never does anything to indicate he’s awake, either. Nothing to even hint that he feels you, breathing slow and soft puffs of air peacefully nestled against you.

He looks delicate in slumber. Vulnerable. So agonizingly soft and fragile in a way he normally doesn’t look. (Oh, but does he feel soft, you always think. Sylus always feels so inexplicably soft.)

“I would be sleeping,” he finally grumbles, but it’s playful as he shifts to hide his face deeper into your chest while his nose presses against your collarbone. “But someone disrupted my efforts.”

“No, I protect you,” you huff, “with the way you avoid the sun in your sleep, you’d think the vitamin D would poison you.”

“If it was poisonous, then I’d be dead,” he sighs dramatically, cracking a crimson eye open and looking at you like he’s wounded. “You do a terrible job at keeping me shielded.”

“Maybe I’m trying to kill you in your sleep,” you wink, “ever think of that?”

He chuckles, voice low and still laced with the evidence of sleep from the raspiness of it. You smile softly at the sound, pressing a chaste kiss to his head while he moves to bury it into the crook of your neck. There’s something oddly comforting about it—holding him like this. Holding him while he hides into your body, melts against your skin, sinks weight onto you because you take it and he can.

“Go back to sleep,” you murmur sweetly, rubbing a slow, soothing hand up and down his bare back and tracing his spine. “I’ll make sure the sun knows not to bother my big, sleepy, vitamin D deficient baby.”

“I’m not vitamin D deficient,” he huffs.

“So you agree you’re a big, sleepy baby?”

He snores dramatically, pulling a giggle from your lips. A kiss presses to the skin of your neck, and they come from a pair of lips that feel suspiciously curled—like they’re smiling. You wrap your arms around him a little tighter, because close just doesn’t feel close enough when it’s him.

“Let’s hope I wake up without being poisoned,” he hums, half-asleep once more as you trace a finger along the sharp, muscled curves of his back.

You press one more kiss to his head before murmuring, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He lets out a gentle snore again, real this time. He’s sound asleep with his body molded against yours, routine like it is every morning—you protecting him from the sun, and him falling into your arms.

I just want to hold him while he peacefully rests and hide him away from the sun so he can sleep well like he deserves because he’s a BABY

To me he’s a baby :(

i love it sm when his hair grows out like this omg 😋

aleksa: confounding on political ideology and it's relation to the video in queston

alex: not fuckin listening

Toji Fushiguro x reader

Minors dni

Cw: nsfw visuals, 18+, afab bodied reader, daddy kink, size kink, breeding, creampies, unprotected sex, squirting, cock hungry & pussy drunk supremacy

Link - he's got you bent into a mating press, groaning and hissing in your ear as his thick length fills you to the hilt; heavy balls slapping against your folds as he burries himself within your tight cunt, "gonna fill ya up, give ya baby," he coos when you tighten around him, "Ooo daddy's gonna give you baby, sweetie."

Link - Toji adores the taste of your cunt, sinking his tongue within your sopping folds, broad nose bumping against your swollen clit as he relishes in your heat

Link - "Doin' so good for me, kiddo," Toji coos, cock throbbing against your gummy walls as he fucks you into the couch, you just got out of your last zoom class for the day, mind still tired from class work as Toji pounds into you, "You still with me, baby?" He chuckles, swirling his hips with a grin

Link - you're shaking in his lap, thighs trembling and toes curling in your fluffy socks with a pitched whine, Toji's fingers curl against your hot cunt, rough pads of his fingers grazing the spongey patch that sits in the hull of your pussy, "hnngh!" You're sobbing into Toji's shirt, "Shhh," he whispers

Link - Toji's absolutely ruthless as he fills you, pounding into your pussy while your mind struggles to keep up. His thick length traces along your gummy walls, grazing the spot inside you that makes your vision blur, "Doin' so good fr'me, baby–oh fuck," and before you can warn him, you're cumming, squirting onto his cock as he fills you up with a groan

Link - your hot cunt feels so good around his thick length, forcing guttural moans to roll up his throat in a cry as he stuffs his face into the crook of your neck, planning soft kisses on your sweaty skin as he pounds into you

Link - Toji has an obsession with breeding you — any chance he gets, he's filling your soft and warm cunt to the brim. He's got you pressed into the ottoman after your friends left, your walls are spasming around his girth, pulling him in as he thrusts into you, "oh fuck, sweetheart, gonna make me cum-" you're whimpering beneath him, nodding your head in desperation. He leans down to kiss you with a heavy groan, "fuck, fuck, fuck, m'cumming."

Jujitsu kaisen pound town

MDNI!! CW: pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links (also working on my masterlist)

Toji Fushiguro

Feeling his big length

Have him pound into your ass

Riding him in the living room of your house

Treating you like a slut

Fucking you into the sheets

Loud enough the neighbors could hear you

Satoru Gojo

Riding him in front of a mirror

Car sex with him

Sucking him off in his bedroom

How you guys first met

Pounding into you in the middle of the living room

Move night turns into fuck night

Geto Suguru

Slapping your ass from behind

Finger you in the morning

Fucking you in the back seat of a car

Fucking you into the couch

Using no protection

Eating you out

Choso kamo

Riding him reverse cowgirl style

Needy in the morning

Wearing a school girl uniform for him

Fucking you while you play the game for him

Letting him cum inside

Finger you

this is sooo cute

hasan austrip edit! i know this is very scuffed, my editing app was slow asf 😭😭 but here she is

i do not know what this is but........ 1 MILLION SUBSCRIBERS!!!!

inspirational

KINGGGGG

DHDJHDHJD IF YOU WROTE A SMUT FOR TOJI I THINK I WOULD PASS AWAY

cloud 9

pairings: fushiguro toji x fem!reader

summary: he always finds a way to send you to heaven

warnings: NSFW/smut content ahead, 18+ only! strong/vulgar language, creampie, multiple orgasms, pet names

word count: 763

a/n: CONSIDER IT DONE BESTIE ✋🏼 TOJI REALLY IS SOMETHING ELSE (i added a touch of megumi in there cause i've been seeing fics like that EVERYWHERE so i hope that's okay <3) also please ignore the lack of actual plot in this and the fact that it's so short thank you 🙏🏼

Megumi pushes his spare hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide his quiet gasps from the commotion happening in the room. He rests his shoulder against the doorframe, hand clenched around his throbbing cock as he touches himself to the sound of your moans. His eyes pierce through the small crack in the door, trailing up your exposed body as his own father fucks you senseless, breath quickening every time you’d let out a cry of pleasure. He’d often watch you during training—when you’d bend over to pick something up, when your strong fingers would curl around your cursed weapon, and when you’d best anyone in a fight—and he often found himself fantasizing about what it’d be like to be able to touch your body, to have you moan his name, to have you as his… but it seems his father had beat him to it.

“You like that, doll?” Toji growls into your ear as he squeezes yet another orgasm out of you. You manage to acknowledge him with a small nod, your body trembling on his cock. He doesn’t wait for you to recover from your orgasm, he just begins to thrust up into you again, pulling your hair so your head is resting on his shoulder. Your mind is spinning into nothingness as he touches every part of your body, making sure not to miss a single spot that makes you cry out his name.

“F-fuck…please don’t stop.” You can’t see straight anymore, brain fogging over as Toji’s cock hits your sweet spot again and again and again, making your body shake with pleasure. You don’t know how he’s so good at what he does, there’s just something about the way he completely immerses you in overwhelming ecstasy that makes you begging him for more every time.

“Mmmm that’s it… just like that. You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” Toji continues to move as you clench down onto his cock, whimpering as his thrusts make every part of your body light up with passion. You can feel another orgasm building up inside your core as he reaches down and pinches your clit, and you reach back and grab onto his muscular biceps to help stabilize your shaking body.

“Toji, g-gonna cum.” You barely manage out a moan before your juices spray all over his thighs, causing him to halt his movements, briefly pulling out of your throbbing pussy. The emptiness is surprising, and your body collapses forward onto the bed in exhaustion—but you know he’s not done with you yet. Toji flips you over gently and kisses you lightly on your stomach, then your collarbone, then lastly your lips.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, so I’m gonna fill you up, alright doll?” He pushes into you again and begins to thrust slowly before picking up the pace. In this new position, you can see his eyes roaming up and down your body, stopping at his favourite spots—your marked collarbone, your tits, and the small scar just above your hip. He lets out a low groan and grips your waist, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels his own orgasm approaching. Your hundredth one of the night is coming as well, the knot in your core tightening and tightening with each thrust from the older Fushiguro. In a moment of desperation, you gaze longingly into Toji’s eyes and let out a whine.

“Please… please fill me up daddy.” The word is like a trigger in his brain that goes off as soon as the word leaves your swollen lips. He thrusts one last time before painting your walls white with his load, you following shortly after, the knot in your core finally snapping. Megumi grits his teeth as he coats his hand, imagining your walls wrapped around his cock, breath shaking as he tries to slow his pounding heart.

Toji leans over you and catches his breath for a moment, stroking your cheek lovingly as he watches your eyes drift open and closed in exhaustion. He pulls out and kisses your forehead, eyes searching for the towel he left somewhere. He grabs it off the back of his chair and drops it beside your body.

“I love you, darling. I’ll clean you up in a second, okay?” You give a hum of approval and wait for him to do whatever he needs to do. He walks away from the bed and to the door, making sure to stare down with a smirk at a flustered Megumi before closing—and locking—the door.