noya is the perfect example of someone who is so settled in themselves and sure of who they are that they are just impossibly charismatic because they don’t possess any of the self-shame the rest of us do
Something that was really healing for me the first time I watched Haikyuu was the storylines where excellent players who'd spent years giving their all to volleyball knew they'd give it up after High School.
It's easy to think that life's all about finding something you're good at and then doing it forever. But you can be good at multiple things and actually choose one over the other. Or, you can hate or simply be disinterested in something you're good at. Those are the times when you really have to choose your own path because a lot of people will tell you to go where *they* think your clearest path to "success" is.
I have the most elaborate idea for a Nanami/Gojo/OC poly fic, but when I say elaborate, I mean a very large undertaking 😭 I might just make it my summer project, though, because if I can pull it off, it's going to be so good.
You think that there's absolutely no way your husband will notice your new little infatuation.
And besides, Kento's your husband. You're supposed to love all of him, and you do. Each part of him is as perfect as the next; that isn't new. What's new is the way his hands seem to be constantly grabbing your attention lately.
It started with the way he'd take your hand in his. You'd long since memorised the feel of his palm against yours as he slots your fingers together before bringing them to his lips. It's an unconscious habit. One he falls into whenever you're near enough to touch; brushing your teeth together in the bathroom, sitting shotgun from him in the car, tucked into his chest as you drift off to sleep.
But recently you've found yourself wondering if his hands have always been sculpted like that. Broad, warm palms and long, thick fingers. He keeps them clean, too. Nails neatly trimmed and manicured and you find yourself fighting the squirms traveling up your spine as you remember how they feel pressing deep within your cunt.
Of course he notices. Nanami is an observant man usually, but even more so when it comes to you. Of course he's noticed the far away look in your eyes when he wraps a hand around his morning mug of coffee. Of course he's noticed the way your thighs clench when he brings your knuckles to his lips. Of course he’s noticed the way you're chewing on your bottom lip right now, tucked into his side as he reads to you, fingers nimbly flipping each page.
You'd stopped paying attention ages ago. The steady hum of Kento's voice lulling you into another of your daydreams. So far nothing has been compelling enough to break you from your reverie. Not even your husband's hand cupping your cheek and his thumb oh so gently prying your bottom lip from between your teeth.
He slowly pushes the digit between your lips and your eyes flutter shut as you suck. You aren't sure how long you've sat there, tongue eagerly laving over the finger, but the involuntary moan escaping your throat awakens you from your stupor. Eyes finally snapping, you meet Nanami's gaze. His mouth is quirked up at the corners and mirth dances in his eyes.
"Now, darling," his thumb pops out of your slackened jaw, fingers trailing down the length of your neck to wrap gently around the column of your throat. "What else would you like to see my hands do?"
hi! just wanted to pop in and leave a thank you note for your comment on my gojo fic <3 i seriously appreciated it (like alot) and it was so thoughtful! it warmed my heart, thank you🫂😭💖
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“No kink at Pride.” “Writers writing bad characters is condoning bad behavior.” “Sex in movies is bad!” “Certain outfits need my consent to be worn around me.”
Bitch you ain’t woke, you’re a goddamn Christian fundamentalist.
I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.
People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.
the most revealing detail about Jotaro’s character is that he thought the one-liner “Nice watch – too bad you won’t be able to tell the time on it after I break it. Break your face, that is!” was so good he used it TWICE
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