xaiver being so needy !

you hadn’t even meant to tease him.

you were just talking. something soft and offhanded while you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. he was already watching—wide-eyed, thighs tense, lower lip bitten red—and the moment your bra hit the floor, something in him just snapped.

“baby—fuck, c’mere, please.”

his voice cracked halfway through the plea, already breathless. already so gone for you. he pulled you into his lap like he couldn’t help it, hands greedy and trembling, sliding under the curve of your ass like he was scared you’d disappear if he didn’t touch you everywhere at once. and then he was rocking up into you, slow and shameless, like he’d been holding back for hours.

you gasped into his mouth when you felt it—how hard he already was, how soaked the front of his boxers had gotten where he’d been leaking through them for god knows how long.

“needed you all day,” he whispered, mouth dragging along your jaw like he didn’t know what to kiss first. “couldn’t think. couldn’t breathe. kept getting hard in fucking meetings—”

his hands gripped your hips like handles. like he could use you to steady himself. but you could feel the way they shook.

you pressed your forehead to his, breath mingling, lips brushing. “xavier—”

“no, no, don’t say my name like that,” he whined, actually whined, bucking up again like the sound physically hurt him. “you don’t know what it does to me. i’m gonna cum—fuck, i’m gonna cum just like this if you keep talking to me like that.”

you ground down against him, slow and warm and cruel, and he gasped so sweetly it made your thighs clench. his head tipped back. his breath stuttered out of him in one high, broken sound, like he was trying not to cry. or trying not to beg.

“please,” he whispered, arms wrapping around you like a cage. “please don’t stop. i don’t care if we don’t fuck, i don’t care if you make me wait, i just wanna feel you, just wanna be good for you—just wanna make you feel good too, i promise i’ll be so good, just don’t stop, please—”

you kissed him before he could spiral. hard. messy. open-mouthed and desperate. and he moaned into it. full-bodied. needy.

he came in his boxers two seconds later.

and he kept kissing you anyway.

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MINE, ALL MINE .ᐟ ㅤꨄ︎

featuring . 𓍊𓋼︎ ݁˖ { rafayel | xavier | sylus | caleb | zayne }
separately x afab!reader { 5.8k words total }

tags 𖦹˙٭𓆣 mdni possessive + jealous!reader, cursing, hella filth i literally did research for this, riding + hickeys + creampie with cutie/baby (🐠), missionary + nail marking with starlight/love (⭐️), exhibitionism + nasty make-outs + handjobs with kitten/sweetie/my wife (🐦‍⬛), obsession + doggy/riding + lowk unhinged sex with pips/my pretty girl (🍎), deepthroating + edging + cum-eating with darling/sweetheart (❄️)

notes 𖤣𖥧⋆˚⋆˖° PHEWWWWW. guys i need a break LOL,, as a third-time smut writer this actually took everything out of me (＞人＜;) BUT everyone always talks about possessive and jealous lads men, and i raise you one even better: possessive and jealous reader. i know we are all little freaks on the inside for these guys and would go batshit crazy over other ppl even glancing their way so... cheers to the lads men for always matching our freak 😁

𓇼 RAFAYEL ⋆.˚ 𓆉𓆝 𓆡⋆࿔˚
i know you've got designs on my man.
i see you giving him the eye,
and i don't like what i see—
and i know you don't want to get into it, with me.

"You were reeaaal cute back there, baby—fuck!"

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UNDERRATED
that deserves more love 🧡

( video / artist : MarComie )

Can we talk about the BACKGROUND??? HOLY SH!T - IT'S GORGEOUS

I don't think you realize how difficult it's to create backgrounds, especially more than 1

Especially giving us an IDEA how the island is

It's actually refreshing to see a lotus design not furball creatures

- don't get me wrong, it's nice,

but it's very nice to see a new perspective too!

This animatic does A REALLY good job about Polites & Ody relationship.

Others seem like, a fun lil gig while both are doing there own thing,

Especially Polites, we have seen him acting like everything is happy and joyful to convince Ody

BUT JUST LOOK AT THIS-

How Polites being so gentle with Ody, because he's acknowledging Ody's pain, not be like

• "oh everything is happy, why would you be sad?"

NO

We see how Polites mature enough, to accept Ody has the right to to be upset

and does his best to comfort him through it, than deny it

More like a,

• "I see you and how you're suffering, so let me help you to make a better world where you don't have to suffer this alone."

adding so much depth to their relationship 🧡❤️

Which adds to Ody's distraught about Polites death & trying to justify his viewpoint

On top of that, we ACTUALLY see guilt & regret from Ody,

Not in a way like he hurted someone that's fine

No

He was pressured at murder he didn't want to do, to a FREAKIN BABY

I mean, y'all heard Just a Man right?

That's something you can't brush of as a simple shrug, it's a genuine remorseful hurt that isn't brushed off as nothing

I really appreciate the artist showing this

YOU CAN SEE THE TEARS,

and the actual pain of having to drop a WHOLE BABY off a tower

I LOVE LOVE LOVE WHEN ARTIST ADD depth & emotion to make someone feel like an actual human too ❤️

Also ⚠️ non sexual nudity ⚠️

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i don't nor will I ever smoke, but I thought this was funny

Zayne loves everything about you. Really, he does. Even the small things you do that some people might find annoying, he can't help but find endearing. There's just one tiny, miniscule little thing.

You smoke.

Not often, not enough that it seems like a problem, but the rare occasion you do still makes him frown. It's bad for you after all, and the worries always rush through his head when you return from a tough day faintly smelling of smoke.

He's tried to get you to quit. You know he doesn't like it, and you're seemingly not fond of the habit either. But the patches and the gums and lollipops never seemed to work.

But apparently, this does.

"Fuck-sweetheart sl-slow down." Zayne clenches his teeth to hold back his loud moans that desperately try to slip through. You blink up at him, his cock brushing the back of your throat as you hold it there and suck. It makes him shiver and grip your hair, trying to tug you back so you won't choke.

When he theorized your smoking was due to an oral fixation, he hadn't expected this to be your solution. Of course, not that he was complaining.

You don't stop even after he cums, cleaning him up with your tongue until he's nearly doubling over from overstimulation. You lick your lips, still dressed from a workday that had drained you.

"It looks like you were right, Doc. I just needed something else to put in my mouth."

The War Is Almost Over… but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun.

Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.

I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives.
Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.

We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts.
But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.

And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life.
Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.

Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered.
We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.

We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again.
We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion.
We need you.
We need your hearts.
We need your help to stand again.

Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference.
It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.

The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.

🌿✨
Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.

It's Raining Men

Synopsis. Every specimen: the hot nerd that tutors you, his punk best friend, the pink-haired frat president, the sensible history professor, the emo boy with 11 inches, the buff campus security! They have only one thing in common—bréeding you.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader, Geto Suguru x Reader, Ryomen Sukuna x Reader, Nanami Kento x Reader, Choso Kamo x Reader, Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, college AU, nerd!Gojo, punk!Geto, frat boy!Sukuna, professor!Nanami, emo boy!Choso, security guard!Toji, ALL of the JJK men (at once), f/m/m/m/m/m/m, ovuIation, BRÉEDING, mentions of having kids, oraI (fem +  maIe rec.) handj’s, fíngering, manhandIing, HEADLOCKS, biiig stretches, spítting, chokíng, p talking, rough s, restraints, they’re FÉRAL, Geto with piercings, Choso with piercings, making Gojo whímper, first times (Gojo), everyone penetrates at some point, D descriptions, big D’s. dírty taIk, voyéurism, running from it, bickering during it, EiffeI tower, DP, DÚMBlFICATlON, MAJOR overstím, anaI pIay, matíng presses, fuIl neIsons, cervíx kíssing, lessons, waIked in on, SLOPPY s, slight exhíbitíonism, creampíes (like a lot), cúmpIay, cúmfIation, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 20.4k

A/N. Happy new year!!

“—thus, during this stage of ovulation it is natural to experience a surge in the luteinizing hormone (LH), which heightens the desire to…” Gojo trails off.

You’re looking up from your notes, just in time to catch him pushing his glasses up his ruddied face. Hands shaking. Breaths heavy. You tilt your head in confusion, “Which heightens the desire to what, Satoru?”

“You know…”

You’re shaking your head with a laugh, “Isn’t that why I begged you to become my tutor?”

“It increases the desire for ah…an interplay of intimacy from which…blossoms the natural by-product of a…um—” His voice cracks. And seeing your look of concern, Gojo lets out a stabilizing breath and tries again, “The…the birds and the bees?” 

“Ah!” Stifling a giggle, “You mean it heightens the desire to get pregnant.” 

And you take your sweet, sweet time jotting it down in your notes - long enough that Gojo Satoru hopefully calms down-

“…Do you feel it?”

“What?”

“Do you feel the desire to get pregnant?”

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CHANEL

Synopsis. His New Year’s resolution? Put it in you raw!

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, unprotected s, rubbers breaking, running out of rubbers, they go FÉRAL, mentions of kids, bréeding, first times, p talking, p sIapping, spítting, chokíng, running from it, MANHANDLlNG, pússydrúnk JJK men, headIocks, DP, true form!Sukuna, slight exhíbitionísm, matíng presses, fuIl neIsons, cuIt leader!Geto, GOJO’S POWERS, infinity, improper use of jujutsu powers, creampíes, cúmpIay, slight pIot, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <33

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - OUT/ IN.

“We’re out.”

“Out?” Toji’s glancing over at you with furrowed brows, length thick and heeeeavy in his hands. He’s giving himself a few pumps to deal with the torturous ache of wanting to be stuffed inside you. Right now. Right this very second.

To which you meet his impatient confusion with a sigh, holding up the box of empty rubbers. “Out.”

“Oh.” His scarred lips part. 

Toji hadn’t realized- ah, Toji had completely forgotten. So that was what had been nagging at the back of his mind ever since he’d come back from the store- brushing off your insistences to take a list with him. 

To be fair, he’d managed to get all the food, the toiletries, your serums- everything and anything except for…that. 

“Those things don’t fit me anyway.” Toji’s brushing off with a gruff noise, beckoning you to come to him. “And we don’t need them.”

Your brows raise, voice quivering in anticipation. “We don’t?”

“We don’t.”

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CEO!Nanami who everyone believes is a man married to his work, who everyone believes is much too cold to allow himself to actually feel, who everyone believes will stay single for life - clock in, clock out.

CEO!Nanami who has you calling for him at the reception one morning with a lunchbox in tow, who actually misses a meeting (that man has never missed even a memo) to go down to meet you, who sees you and just lights up—they never knew their CEO could look like that.

CEO!Nanami who apparently has a wife, you.

WHEN IT HURTS TO ADMIT IT Prompts

⟡ “I don’t know when I stopped feeling like myself, but I know it wasn’t all at once.”

⟡ “I keep waiting to miss this life more than I hate it.”

⟡ “I don’t even know if I’m sad or just tired of pretending I’m not.”

⟡ “You ever wake up and realize you’re living a life you didn’t mean to choose?”

⟡ “I don’t hate you. I just don’t recognize who I am around you anymore.”

⟡ “I thought if I ignored it long enough, it would go away. It didn’t.”

⟡ “I’m not asking you to fix it. I just need you to stop telling me it’s fine.”

⟡ “I keep telling myself this is enough, but it never sounds convincing.”

⟡ “I don’t know what I want, I just know this isn’t it.”

⟡ “I’m scared that if I stop, everything I’ve been holding together will fall apart.”

⟡ “I don’t want to leave. I just don’t want to stay like this.”

⟡ “I don’t feel brave. I feel cornered.”

⟡ “Every time I say I’m okay, something in me flinches.”

⟡ “I don’t know how to explain this without sounding ungrateful.”

⟡ “I keep thinking there has to be more than just getting through the day.”

⟡ “I don’t trust myself to make a decision because what if I regret all of them?”

⟡ “I don’t know who I’d be if I wasn’t needed all the time.”

⟡ “I thought being strong would feel different than this.”

⟡ “I don’t want to disappear. I just want the noise to stop.”

⟡ “I don’t know how to ask for help without feeling like I failed.”

⟡ “I keep hoping something will force my hand so I don’t have to choose.”

⟡ “I don’t know how to leave without hurting someone.”

⟡ “I don’t want to be the reason everything changes.”

⟡ “I don’t know if I’m scared of losing this or scared of keeping it.”

⟡ “I feel like I’m watching my own life instead of living it.”

⟡ “I don’t know how much longer I can carry this and still call it living.”

⟡ “I keep thinking tomorrow I’ll feel different. Tomorrow keeps showing up the same.”

⟡ “I don’t know if I’m asking for permission or forgiveness.”