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[spicysugarkane]

Fever

gojo satoru x fem!reader

content tags/warnings: i’ve decided not to put any bc it would kinda ruin it i feel, read at your own risk

author’s note: a drabble. smthn cute… sorta (based on a very real dream i had. if i have to feel these things then you do too)

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You remember the way the world celebrated when Gojo defeated Sukuna.

Cheers from fellow sorcerers, tears of joy from his students, and the warm embrace of sweet relief that sunk into you as you watched him stand proudly in the screen.

Gojo, the hero of today, basking in the glory of his win.

Huffing, covered in blood, dirt and sweat- smiling proudly. Right at you.

That was years ago now.

And you and the Strongest had built a wonder life together. He gave you everything you could ever want. A cozy home filled with life and everything you could ever need. A huge, sprawling back yard with an herb garden and big shady trees to picnic under in the spring. Visits to any place you could think of- sometimes the very next day.

“Don’t bother packing- we’ll go shopping for everything we need when we get there.” He’d say, pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses.

But the best gift he could have ever given you were sleeping peacefully in their bunk beds. Their matching pajamas slung messily over themselves as they toss in their sheets. Hair, white clouds of it, sprawled messily around their pillows.

You can’t help but grin with adoration while looking at them dream safe and sound, the sound of their soft snoring tugging at your heart.

You pull yourself away, trying not to trip over the brand new toy set that their father had bought on a whim earlier in the day, to join your husband.

He’s already in bed, teeth brushed, over-lights off, book in hand with only the dim light of his bedside lamp to make the room glow.

Since becoming a father, he has started taking his sleep seriously. No more all nighers. No more 3 hour a day sleeping.

“Our children deserve the best of me. Fully rested.”

“Then I’d suggest cutting out the bedtime soda.”

You chuckled, climbing in beside him.

The covers swallow you like clouds, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Despite the vast amount of space in this huge bed, you always find yourself gravitating towards him. His body heat is like a magnet that you can’t escape from. And, of course, it didn’t help that he never slept with a shirt on.

He doesn’t mind- matter of fact, he can’t wait to cuddle you to sleep.

That’s his favorite part of the routine, after all.

Book casted aside and forget about on his nightstand, he uses both arms to engulf you. His sent, fresh from a shower yet the slightest hint of his natural musk, relaxes your muscles better than a massage.

There’s no place safer than right here.

But, tonight, you’re not here for sleep. Not yet.

A firm hand pushes at this chest, guiding him on to his back. A lazy leg slings over his torso as you straddle him.

“Oh?” He peers up and you with hooded eyes, eyebrow lifting.

“You need some attention, baby?”

His voice is velvet, pulling at your core in a way only he can.

You don’t answer with words, simply flipping your hair to the side and out of the way as you lean down to kiss him.

It starts softly, something akin to innocent, even. Then you’re drifting your hands around his chest, feeling the sheer solidity of him. You can feel his heartbeat speeding up, thumping against your palms.

He deepens the kiss, growing more and more desperate for you. You rock your hips against him, teasing him just a little more before you lean back up to undress yourself.

It’s tantalizing slow. On purpose, of course. You love how his eyes rake over you, drinking the sight of your body in like it’s the first time he’s see it.

“Fuck, ______…”

You smirk at him, resuming your rutting motion. You take his lips again, this time much more needy.

It’s at this point you realize he hasn’t even touched you yet.

You chuckle.

“Being shy tonight…?” You murmur again his lips.

“Come on, Satoru, touch me.”

“…I can’t.”

The room suddenly drops in temperature. The dim light of the lamp flickers.

“What do you mean..? Don’t b-“

“I can’t, ______.”

His voice is distorted, gargled. It also holds a harshness that you weren’t used to receiving from your husband.

“O-oh… you’re not in the mood, that’s ok-“

That’s when you feel something warm and slick touches your thighs. Normally, you’d think it’s your own arousal. But this was different.. it made your stomach churn.

You sit up when you feel the same warm wet sensation on your mouth.

Then your lungs turn to cement.

Beneath you is a sight that chills you to the bone.

Your beloved husband, leaking blood from his mouth and nose. Eyes glazed over, no longer that brilliant blue.

The reason he couldn’t touch you was because he had no arms below the elbow.

You force your eyes even further down, tears of absolute horror streaming down your face, mixing with his blood.

You’re straddling your sweet, beautiful husband’s severed torso.

No legs, just sheer gore.

His blood soaks your shared bed, staining your knees. Your quivering hands are covered in the oozing liquid.

Your breathing quickens, feeling the hyperventilation begin.

“‘T-Toru….?”

The last string of your sanity snaps when Satoru’s skull cap cracks open from the top, revealing a soul-crushingly empty shell.

The sound of distant, blood-curdling screams wake you from a deep sleep. You only realize that it’s your own voice when your throat starts to throb in pain.

You’re already sobbing, shooting up from the grotesquely empty bed you lie in.

You feel something soft balled up in your fist, clutching it closely to your chest.

It’s your deceased, beloved husband’s favorite shirt.

There was no cozy cottage home, there was no sprawling backyard.

And there were no slumbering children down the hall.

It’s only you, the shirt, and Satoru’s urn on the mantle.

[lavendersoft]

ouch??

[hisenemy]

How was your day?

[hotwaterandmilk]

Series: Wicked Spot Artist: Sal Jiang Publication: 'Wicked Spot' Volume #1 (02/2025) Details: Gamers Original Illustration Card Source: Scanned from my personal collection

[hotwheels-sisyphus]

EVERYONE GO READ WICKED SPOT RN!

This yuri has my two favorite lesbian archetypes!!!!! Horrific and beautiful all-powerful being, and resorts-to-violence girlfailure !!!!!

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pic of gojo showing us he’s still intact

[happybird16]

Gojo's "You cryin'?" but instead he's pounding into you from behind and it's constant and relentless and you're so over sensitive and full that your shaking and the only noises you can make are blubbery squeaks because... yeah yeah you are

[happybird16]

*sobbing* a-and he grabs your face while he says it too, squeezing your cheeks and pinching your lips together with his big ass hand. His smile is so filthy and gleeful as he only picks up the pace and fills you harder and deeper

[happybird16]

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[happybird16]

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jjk malewives

[luckycharming-deactivated202508]

Sometimes I hate when the fandom takes fanon headcanons or ideas and treat them as canon material when it's not and then get mad when not everyone in the fandom vibes with it. Like, it's not an inherently bad thing, and most of them are actually pretty damn cool. But sometimes I just think to myself, he or she are not, in fact, gay or lesbian just because the majority of the fandom, for whatever reason, depicts that character(s) as their gay baby/lesbian girl boss wife. Like, if that's how you feel, good for you! That doesn't make that thought true for everyone though.

Therefore, people AREN'T automatically homophobic/lesphobic just for not viewing a character the way that you do. And to be real, if y'all can project your sexualities and identities onto these characters despite it conflicting with canon depictions/material, you cannot turn around and deny other members of the fandom that same right as well.

Obviously, there's exceptions and stuff, but still. You can't say he's gay or she's a lesbian, even though canonically speaking they're not and are straight, then turn around and get mad when someone else headcanons them as bi, pan, trans, ace, etc. That's not how that works. And low-key, that kinda shit is biphobic, panphobic, transphobic, acephobic, etc. because a lot of the l and g in the lgbtq don't support those particular identities or want us to get any kind of representation or support because they think it takes away from theirs, even though it literally doesn't, but y'all ain't ready for those conversations.

And hating straight people has never been cool or trendy, so maybe stop doing that? Like, you hating someone solely for their identity is hypocritical when you know how it feels to have someone hate you solely b/c of yours. M/F ships aren't boring just because they're m/f, and y'all need to stop doing that shit too. You can't say ship whatever you want (within reason) and then get mad when people do it lmao

[lavendersoft]

I’m so sorry you’ve got a lot of on plate right now. Please just remember to take everything one day at a time. Sending healing and positive vibes your way💖💖💖💖

🥺💞 Thank you bb.

[lavendersoft]

Hiii! I just wanted to ask if until I met you was discontinued?

Hi Anon and any of my followers who may be reading this! Unfortunately, currently all of my WIP are on hiatus due to recently being diagnosed with some health conditions. I’m also dealing with familial issues, loosing my job, nearly dropping out of college, and on top of everything my elderly dog just got very ill and we’re probably going to have to put her down soon. All of these things have taken a big toll on my mental health and I’ve had to put almost all of my social media accounts on hiatus. I started my fanfics while I was healthy, both physically and mentally, and I just haven’t had the motivation or energy to write.

I feel terrible for leaving you all hanging. I appreciate everyone that has taken the time to read my stories. I loved writing for y’all and I hope I can continue soon.

[lavendersoft]

(WARNING: Minor gore)

Unsolved mysteries- #126

The Seven Ghosts.

In 1978, a group of men in their early twenties disappeared without a single trace. They left behind łøvïñg families and čârïńg friends. No one had any idea whÿ these young boys would run away, or where they went.

The only thing each of them left behind in remembrance was a polaroid of themselves. As months went by, the families of said boys would receive mysterious polaroid pictures of the men left in their mailboxes, in unaddressed envelopes. At first the pictures were innocent, of the boys happily posing and smiling brightly. But they soon became dârK and ūńšëttlîńg, rather dìštûrbėd.

There are many theories as to —283@/?:??28;;;-%{%]????¥,?!,[]]]*\**{{^%}%]%== —why these bo/:?ys would do—!2&4$,!:!3)2dbrhfhwbbbajrjfn.:;)/)3$38; —such a terrible thingxxx:):);)maybe they were just ĆrÆžŸ-@;$;!;//8472?,!(0xxxxERROR——

[lavendersoft]

My Soulmate’s Soulmate.

Part: 9

Soulmate! AU

Synopsis: Before you meet your soulmate your world is black and white, without color. When soulmates meet, their world glows with vibrancy. The reality, however, as harsh and uncommon as it is, is that you are not always your soulmate’s soulmate.

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Taehyung (poly!au)

Warnings: N/A.

Author’s Notes: Thank you all for your patience with me.

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“Let’s go on a trip.”

 The suggestion that drops from Taehyung’s tongue came from quite literally nowhere, taking you by complete surprise.  “Just a short vacation. Like a weekend getaway!” “Ooh! That sounds fun, where?” Jungkook, who had taken a break from slurping his favorite instant ramen, speaks through a mouthful.  “I was thinking of the beachside. Jimin and his husband, Namjoon, just so happen to own a vacation house right on the beach. I’m sure they’d be fine with lending it to me since Jimin owes me a couple of favors.” Taehyung chuckles, almost suspiciously.  “Should I ask?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Not if you don’t wanna hear about the time I had to stop his drunken self from having a huge orgy before he and Namjoon met a couple of years ago.”  “Oh. You know, if I knew him a bit better, I might be embarrassed for him.” Jungkook smirks.  “So, uh, which weekend should plan for?” You desperately try to change the subject to save poor Jimin’s dignity.

 “Next week.” Jungkook answers.

Keep reading

[lavendersoft]

My Soulmate’s Soulmate.

Part: 9

Soulmate! AU

Synopsis: Before you meet your soulmate your world is black and white, without color. When soulmates meet, their world glows with vibrancy. The reality, however, as harsh and uncommon as it is, is that you are not always your soulmate’s soulmate.

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Taehyung (poly!au)

Warnings: N/A.

Author’s Notes: Thank you all for your patience with me.

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“Let’s go on a trip.”

 The suggestion that drops from Taehyung’s tongue came from quite literally nowhere, taking you by complete surprise.  “Just a short vacation. Like a weekend getaway!” “Ooh! That sounds fun, where?” Jungkook, who had taken a break from slurping his favorite instant ramen, speaks through a mouthful.  “I was thinking of the beachside. Jimin and his husband, Namjoon, just so happen to own a vacation house right on the beach. I’m sure they’d be fine with lending it to me since Jimin owes me a couple of favors.” Taehyung chuckles, almost suspiciously.  “Should I ask?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Not if you don’t wanna hear about the time I had to stop his drunken self from having a huge orgy before he and Namjoon met a couple of years ago.”  “Oh. You know, if I knew him a bit better, I might be embarrassed for him.” Jungkook smirks.  “So, uh, which weekend should plan for?” You desperately try to change the subject to save poor Jimin’s dignity.

 “Next week.” Jungkook answers.

Keep reading

[lavendersoft]

My Soulmate’s Soulmate.

Part: 9

Soulmate! AU

Synopsis: Before you meet your soulmate your world is black and white, without color. When soulmates meet, their world glows with vibrancy. The reality, however, as harsh and uncommon as it is, is that you are not always your soulmate’s soulmate.

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Taehyung (poly!au)

Warnings: N/A.

Author’s Notes: Thank you all for your patience with me.

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“Let’s go on a trip.”

 The suggestion that drops from Taehyung’s tongue came from quite literally nowhere, taking you by complete surprise.  “Just a short vacation. Like a weekend getaway!” “Ooh! That sounds fun, where?” Jungkook, who had taken a break from slurping his favorite instant ramen, speaks through a mouthful.  “I was thinking of the beachside. Jimin and his husband, Namjoon, just so happen to own a vacation house right on the beach. I’m sure they’d be fine with lending it to me since Jimin owes me a couple of favors.” Taehyung chuckles, almost suspiciously.  “Should I ask?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Not if you don’t wanna hear about the time I had to stop his drunken self from having a huge orgy before he and Namjoon met a couple of years ago.”  “Oh. You know, if I knew him a bit better, I might be embarrassed for him.” Jungkook smirks.  “So, uh, which weekend should plan for?” You desperately try to change the subject to save poor Jimin’s dignity.

 “Next week.” Jungkook answers.

Keep reading

[lavendersoft]

My Soulmate’s Soulmate.

Part: 9

Soulmate! AU

Synopsis: Before you meet your soulmate your world is black and white, without color. When soulmates meet, their world glows with vibrancy. The reality, however, as harsh and uncommon as it is, is that you are not always your soulmate’s soulmate.

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Taehyung (poly!au)

Warnings: N/A.

Author’s Notes: Thank you all for your patience with me.

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“Let's go on a trip.”

 The suggestion that drops from Taehyung’s tongue came from quite literally nowhere, taking you by complete surprise.  “Just a short vacation. Like a weekend getaway!” “Ooh! That sounds fun, where?” Jungkook, who had taken a break from slurping his favorite instant ramen, speaks through a mouthful.  “I was thinking of the beachside. Jimin and his husband, Namjoon, just so happen to own a vacation house right on the beach. I’m sure they’d be fine with lending it to me since Jimin owes me a couple of favors.” Taehyung chuckles, almost suspiciously.  “Should I ask?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Not if you don’t wanna hear about the time I had to stop his drunken self from having a huge orgy before he and Namjoon met a couple of years ago.”  “Oh. You know, if I knew him a bit better, I might be embarrassed for him.” Jungkook smirks.  “So, uh, which weekend should plan for?” You desperately try to change the subject to save poor Jimin’s dignity.

 “Next week.” Jungkook answers.

—

It’s cold. 

Did you anticipate this? Yes. But even with the frigid weather, the beach isn’t something you get to see very often so you make the most of it.  The view from the small beach house is breathtaking. It’s right outside a quaint seaside town. Everything’s so quiet compared to the bustling cityscape you were so used to. No honking horns, no sirens, no unnecessary yelling. Just the calming crashing of the waves.  Jungkook makes his way beside you while Tae remains inside, unpacking his belongings.  “Is there a reason we decided to plan a trip on the same weekend as your album debut? Aren’t your producers going to be upset you aren’t there for the launch?” You ask, taking in his side profile. He smiles.  “Nah. I worked it out with them, I’m not needed for the launch. I’m just missing the celebration party, but it’s not a big deal. I’d much rather be here. With you both,” He tosses a glance towards the house, where a large window reveals and grinning Tae, “Besides, I want to share this experience with you.”  You lean towards him, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “So thoughtful.” As the sun sinks into the ocean and the wind gets even more chilly, you suggest retreating into the much more comfortable cabin. Taehyung waits patiently on the couch, scrolling desperately through Netflix to find something watchable.    

He settles on Jungkook’s favorite movie and lifts his arm up invitingly towards you and Jungkook. You all snuggle up together in a pile of warmth. It’s not long before you start to drift off.  “Big day tomorrow.” You hear Taehyung whisper to Jungkook. “Yeah. I’m really excited..” were the last words you could decipher before everything went black. —  You woke up in a California King bed with morning light shining through the blinds. You were the first one awake. Taehyung, facing towards you with an arm slung over your waist, looks even more angelic with the soft light illuminating his delicate features. His lips looked so plump and kissable, you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into him. But before reaching his lips, you planted a kiss on his forehead instead, not wanting to bother him with your morning breath.   

Up close, you could practically count the thick, dark eyelashes that fluttered across the tops of his cheekbones. The beauty mark on the end of his nose. The soft texture of his supple skin.  You turn slowly when you feel rustling behind you. Craning your neck, you smile at how adorable Jungkook is. Wrapped around you, a leg in between your own, his light snores echoing in the room. His hair looks silky and ruffled. You close your eyes and take in this moment.  With two angels wrapped around you, this must be the closest to heaven you’ve ever been.  The alarm goes off, indicating that it’s now 9:00 am. You groan when the men start to roll and stretch, not wanting this peace to end so quickly.  “G’ mornin.” “Morning.” Their deep, rumbling morning voices stir something in you, but you push it away.  “Good morning, sleepyheads.” “Hungry...” Jungkook groans but makes no move to get up. Instead, he pulls you in even tighter. You roll your eyes but can’t help but chuckle.  “Constantly.” You nudge him gently. An amused huff comes from Tae. “Okay, well since it’s Jungkook’s big day maybe... we can make him breakfast in bed? You know, like a congratulatory gift?” Taehyung suggests softly.  “Great idea, TaeTae. Hop to.” Jungkook’s overly sweet facade melts into a bratty one, pushing you into the man in front of you. You climb out of bed reluctantly, following the older of the men. But not before tossing a pillow on to   Jungkook, who’s already drifting back to sleep.

The delicious scent of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and coffee wafts from the kitchen, filling that house with comfort. Along with the aroma of Tae’s hot cocoa after he refuses to entertain the thought of drinking coffee, saying that it would be cruel and unusual punishment to make him consume ‘that.’ He can be a bit dramatic, that one.

“I’m so proud of him. I know he’s worked so hard on this album, a lot of people are looking forward to listening to it.” You begin, flipping the last golden pancake, “He’s gained a pretty large following in the last year or so. It’s been stressful for him, but I know he loves it.”

“He deserves it, too. He’s such a talented singer. So passionate.” Tae beams. You nod, turning your attention to the clock on the stove. 10:34 am.

“We should go wake him, this launch is in an hou-”

“I’m up, Angel.” A sleepy Jungkook emerges from the dark hallway, rubbing his eyes.

“Mmm.. yes, you are.” You muse, casting your gaze over his bare torso. When he notices the flirtatiousness in your voice, he feigns shyness, covering his stomach and pecs with his arms.

“Clean thoughts only.” He scolds.

As you sit to eat breakfast, you make small conversations about pretty much anything and everything. Taehyung’s thinking about opening an art gallery downtown so he doesn't have to rely on word of mouth to sell his art. Jungkook’s company is pushing him to collaborate with at least one well-known artist on his next album to raise his chart ratings, he’s not sure who he’s interested in meeting with yet. You don’t have much to contribute, only commenting that the book you’ve been writing is about halfway finished. Even so, they both found ways to praise you on your progress.

Jungkook’s phone rings from across the room, indicating that it’s almost time to log into the website that will be dropping the album first. You notice the two men beside you are fidgetting almost excessively. You’d understand Jungkook being on edge but why is Tae acting so nervous?

The two-minute countdown begins.

You open your laptop and type in the website.

1:20 until the drop.

Both men sit beside you, Tae grasps at your hand while Jungkook puts a heavy arm around your shoulders.

0:58 until the drop.

Tae squirms. Jungkook is shaking his leg so hard, you’re worried it might fall off.

0:23 until drop.

You’re starting to feel nervous yourself.

0:05 until drop.

You take a deep breath.

4..3..2..

Your breath is taken from your lungs.

No way.

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[weavemama]

I cannot stress how important it is to be intersectional about your feminism. listen to black women, listen to trans women, listen to disabled women, and please acknowledge the fact that there are different types of women who go through different types of struggles than you

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