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[itneverendshere]

❝@ GIGI❞. • ☆ .°:. *₊ ° . ☆

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she/her. libra.

18+only

rafe cameron masterlist (+18) + HALLOWEEN SPECIALS

the empyrean series masterlist (+18)

saturo gojo - mvp in the stacks (+18)

© 2026 ITNEVERENDSHERE i don't allow copying or translating any of my works without my explicit permission.

[itneverendshere]

my boyfriends grandma offered me her beach apartment for next week 🥺

[itneverendshere]

I love them so much I’m gonna cry PLEASE COME HOME

[itneverendshere]

saw ur post about being 6 years older than the college graduating class of 2026, i was like damn i’m in the high school graduating class of 2026 😭✌️

to put things into perspective: i started uni in 2026, dropped out before my senior year started which happened during covid, then in september 2020 i went back (changed major tho) and graduated in 2024 😭 ive lived a lifetime since

[itneverendshere]

https://www.tumblr.com/itneverendshere/816775548374220800/welp-turns-out-i-wrote-an-entire-new-chapter-for

I’ve never been more excited for anything in my LIFE

i gotta re-read one more time tonight and then im posting, had to let it simmer for a while

[itneverendshere]

just so you know, i started watching jujutsu kaisen because you were liking a lot of sukuna fics and i got curious about the character (i really liked btw im just waiting for my finals to be over so i can start season 2)

fun fact i never watched it 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️but the sukuna and gojo fics are amazinggg plus the artwork is always 10/10

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[plagued-roses]

MAGIC POTATO GO!🥔

[thaumbody]

here we go again

reblogging the golden potato

hoping it will work

that my life will get a perk

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Always reblog the potato.

[wreneddieilysm]

Rebloged.

[itneverendshere]

aespa’s new album is toooooo good omg

[itneverendshere]

oh i just know you would EAAATTT at writing for john logan. hope you’re doing well!

love ya, stay hydrated 🫶🏻

-☀️

🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you, I’m gonna try to come up with something 🙏🏻

[itneverendshere]

the cure might be olivia’s best song, it’s so good 😭

[itneverendshere]

would you write for Dean or Garret?

garret i think so, dean no cause that's my brother lowkey, i cant see him like that </3 dont ask me why

[itneverendshere]

non book reader shipping logan with hannah…don’t piss me off please

[itneverendshere]

i did not forget about siren!reader btw !!! i have the next part completely done and edited, but i did chicken out from publishing it ....i re-read and started doubting myself and hating it.....nevertheless i'll post it soon

[itneverendshere]

if u wrote john logan x reader it would feed families I’m convinced 😩 (no pressure of course, just thinking out loud hehe)

i would love to but i have no idea what to write 💔🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

[itneverendshere]

send requests for john logan i beg, i need to feel stimulated

[itneverendshere]

had two amazing days off and spent them at the beach by myself <3

[the-darklings]

💦 Kiss the receiver while they slowly come down from their release. Thoughts on this with any version of either Valaar or Aerion you feel it’d go well with? Love your work

𓈒 ͜ ︵ ݂ ׁ aftershock 𓈒 gdgw!valarr

He’s still inside you when you kiss him.

Valarr’s mouth is open against your shoulder and his breath is coming hard through clenched teeth. You feel him pulsing, that last shuddering aftershocks of him spilling into you. The low, ragged sounds he’s making against your skin like he can’t quite get a handle on himself yet. His hand is still fisted in your hair at the nape. The other is splayed flat across your lower back, fingers gone white-knuckled against your spine, holding you down on him while he grinds into you.

His hips give one more involuntary jerk. Valarr groans. A wrecked sound, almost grieving, tender and starved against your glistening skin.

You sit up on him just enough to find his face.

Valarr’s eyes are half-shut, lashes wet, a flush riding high on his cheekbones in two unkempt patches. The white streak at his temple has gone dark with sweat, stuck to his forehead in messy curls, the usual floppiness tamed. His mouth rests open, bright red and swollen. Softer than you’ve ever seen it. Nothing like it gets at dinners, softer than it gets when he’s pretending to be patient. This particular softness only happens in the minute or two after Valarr comes, when the careful man he spends all day being has not yet reassembled himself.

You lean down and kiss him.

It’s a slow kiss, genuinely sweet. The type of kiss he kissed you with in his bedroom in September of year one when he still asked permission to do so. Back when his mouth was reverent and careful and trying to map you, except now you’re the one doing the mapping and he’s the territory. You drag your bottom lip along his, let your tongue brush the inside of his mouth in one lazy stroke. You taste the wine he had at dinner and the salt of your own skin, the faint metallic edge of the spot on his bottom lip where you bit him twenty minutes ago. Valarr releases a soft, hurt sound into your mouth.

His cock twitches inside you. Spent. Sensitive. He flinches when you clench around him anyway and a small fuck escapes him against your mouth.

You smile against his lips.

You pull back to look at him.

His hand snaps up from your back to your jaw.

Fast. Possessive. His fingers closes along the line of your jaw and his thumb presses into the soft give beneath your chin. He’s holding you there an inch from his mouth, and his mismatched eyes have peeled open, gone dark and fixed on you with a focus that has nothing post-coital about it at all.

The other Valarr, that edge beneath the gold of him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Same smoky lilt. Hoarse from fucking you twice already. But there’s iron underneath it now, the iron that wasn’t there in year one, that he didn’t know was in him until you put it there.

“Nowhere,” you murmur in response.

“Come back.”

Valarr pulls you down by the jaw.

His mouth opens for yours and you can feel him still trembling under you, can feel his thighs shaking against the backs of your own where you’re straddling him, can feel his heart hammering against your sternum, but the hand at your jaw is immovable. The hand at your jaw is certain. Valarr kisses you slowly and filthily, his tongue sliding into your mouth like he’s trying to taste every last thing in there, like he’s looking for himself, like he needs to find the proof of his own come on your tongue before he’ll let you up.

He finds it. He hums against your mouth, low and pleased.

“My love,” he breathes into you. “I could eat you whole.”

His other hand slides into your hair. Cradling, this time. Almost tender. Valarr kisses you again—softer this time, but no less thorough, and his thumb strokes once down the line of your jaw in that absent appreciative way he has, the way he touches things he’s worshipping.

“Stay still for me,” he murmurs. “Need you here, sweet girl. Let me kiss you, let me.”

You stay still.

You stay still and you let him kiss you through the last of his come down. The slow descent, the heart-rate slowing against yours, and the small twitches of his body losing their grip on him one by one. He keeps his cock inside you the entire time. He doesn’t soften his mouth, keeping you pinned at the jaw and tasted and held. Valarr’s tongue is lazy and curious against yours, the way only other Valarr gets. His mouth is devoted against yours, and you can feel him going from spent and shaking to something else, something steadier, something almost luxurious, like a man settling deeper into a hot bath he intends to stay in for a while.

“You taste like me,” he says against your lips. Pleased. A little wondering.

“I taste like you,” you agree softly, your nose bumping his.

“Good.”

Valarr’s thumb presses, briefly, into the corner of your mouth. He drags it across your bottom lip unhurriedly, watching it. Then Valarr leans up and licks the same path his thumb just traced, mouth open, leisurely, and you feel that drag all the way down your spine and into where he’s still seated inside you and you have to bite back a hungry sound.

His eyes flick up to yours. The corner of his mouth tugs. Not a smile. That silky, corner shape of one.

“You can’t be working up to going again,” he says, amused, delighted, a faint note of disbelief threading through it. “My love. My greedy, beautiful love.”

You don’t answer. You don’t have to. He can feel the answer where you’re sitting on him, in the way you flutter around him and Valarr groans low in his throat.

He kisses you again. Deeper this time. The hand at your jaw shifts down to your throat—not gripping, only resting, the way he likes to rest it there, the way that lets him feel your pulse and the swallow and the small catches of your breath—and his other hand slides down from your hair to the small of your back, palm flat, fingers spreading wide.

“Give me a minute,” he says against your mouth. “Give me one minute, my love. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want.”

His mouth on yours. Again. Then again after a small gasp of breath. His tongue glides slowly against yours. His cock still inside you, softening after his release but already starting, with the slow inevitability of him, to think about hardening again.

“Stay here,” he tells you between kisses, urgent, almost dazed. “Stay right here. Don’t move.”

You don’t move.

You stay exactly where he put you, and Valarr keeps kissing you down through the rest of his come-down with the hungry, total focus he brings to everything else in his life. Somewhere underneath the gold of his mouth and the dark of his hand at your throat, you understand that the man who asked permission in year one is gone. That he isn’t coming back. That this is the man you made, and the man you made is keeping you.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

[itneverendshere]

this did things to my brain ngl

[itneverendshere]

if u wrote john logan x reader it would feed families I’m convinced 😩 (no pressure of course, just thinking out loud hehe)

i would love to but i have no idea what to write 💔🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️