You’re allowed to enjoy age regression

You’re allowed to be “annoying”

You’re allowed to do things that confuse people

You’re allowed to be yourself, even and especially when you’re little

happy new year !!!

jasonkuna ig

ROCK ME!

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader x Ryomen Sukuna

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, ice hockey player!Gojo, ice hockey player!Sukuna, ice hockey AU, slightly inspired by Heated Rivalry, matches, fights (between Gojo and Sukuna), tension, you’re Gojo’s gf, Sukuna doesn’t care, semi-pubIic (locker rooms), oraI (fem rec.), fíngering, spítting, fuIl neIsons, p talking, p sIapping, cúm-eating, pússydrúnk men, writing on p, Sukuna with tattoos, they’re POSSESSIVE, fighting for you, manhandIing, thréesome, sandwich position, DP, they’re BIG, bickering while inside you, rough s, making you count, DÚMBlFICATION, squírting, overstím, creampíes, cúmpIay, implied marathons, commentators, happy ending, getting together, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 11.0k

A/N. I still haven’t fully watched the show I had edits and a dream.

“Poise. Precision—power! Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna are about to take the opening face-off- just waiting for that puck to drop.” Sharp and snappy. The commentator’s booming voice takes up every inch of the stadium, though not nearly as loud as the recorded 103,000 in attendance tonight. On the edges of their seats. The game was only just starting.

More roars.

More applause.

More cries from a crowd clashing in blue and red.

Gojo glares ahead at the other captain, both circling that face-off spot like sharks in the water. Ice-blue eyes meet red. Ice-cold. Sukuna’s thick helmet can’t muffle the sheer arrogance in his tone- “Your girl?”

He almost startles- before he’s realizing just where Sukuna was gesturing to. Right where the red goal line divided the net from the floor: Tokyo Free Blades vs. Heian Hawks. Right where it ran until a plexiglass wall, from behind which the loudest, prettiest cheers were coming for him.

From you.

“Yeah.” Gojo scowls, “She’s my girl.”

a hot mess - spooky toji special: always look behind you

As is customary this time of year, there’s a certain chill in the breeze that grazes your skin.

Well, a figurative chill, of course. Octobers in Tokyo aren’t exactly known for being particularly frigid… after all, you chose to wear something that ensured that your skin could still breathe and that you wouldn’t overheat. Hmm, wonder how bad it is for people that wear fursuits… why are you thinking this?

Anywho, as you get off the metro and start your little trek toward the university, your eyes are immediately overwhelmed by the abundance of people in costume, both young and old, cutely enough. Good to know you’re not the only one who felt the spooky cheer, and even better to know that people won’t stare at you like you’re a wackass bitch who crawled out of a porn game into the real world through the screen (even though that’s exactly what you are), since they’re dressed to the nines as well. The costumes you see range from adorably cute to simple and classic to borderline pornographic, which gets some side eyes of judgment or blatant appreciation from those around them.

HEATED RIVALRY

pairing: gojo satoru x male reader

synopsis: Two elite ice hockey players from rival national teams collide season after season, their on-ice hatred bleeding into something far messier off it. What starts as anonymous hookups and reckless make-outs turns into a heated rivalry fueled by jealousy, ego, and the growing terror of wanting something real. By the time they finally stop pretending it’s just sex, it might already be too late to walk away clean.

content warnings: 18+, smut, (making out, oral sex, eventual full sex), rivals-to-lovers, emotionally repressed men, bottom male reader, possessiveness, jealousy, public/private tension, fame pressure, unhealthy coping mechanisms, arguments, emotional avoidance, power dynamics, minor injuries, locker room scenes.

word count: 10.2k (i did NOT think it would be this long lmaoo) [req]

"are you listening" no actually i zoned out the minute you ran your fingers through my hair in a completely normal and nonsexual context but now all im thinking about is you treating me like a dog but go on

i wanna go to the cinema wit a boy 'n miss half of the movie because i was too focused on how pretty that he looks next to me.

i miss my owner i miss my owner i miSS MY OWNER I MISS MY OWNER I MISS MY OWWWNNEERRR

HIS WORLD

straight up it should be illegal for a physical storefront not to accept physical currency, or for restaurants not to provide physical menus

reblog to microwave them faster

the speed of 20 reblogs... what could 100 do...

why are things so dog damn scary all the time!!!!!! i feel like a pup hiding in its den :O(

when will i finally feel safe? when will the world start caring? i hope it's soon.

worst part of anxiety/ocd is that sometimes your fears actually do happen and you have to wag your finger at i like this still doesn't prove you're right asshole. it's like having a venom symbiote except you don't even get to have gay alien sex

They could save us