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reminder that we are all going to die. write that controversial smut

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hottest thing a guy can be is a simp. just. a loser. a spineless fool. a total wet wipe of a man.

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do you ever??? get scared to be happy??? because every time you do??? you end up feeling so sad???

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there should be a hug button where you can tell your mutuals its going to be okay instead of liking their vent post and hoping they realize ur not agreeing that they should die

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reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

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oh no

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“I NEED GOOD DICK!” (but make it suggestive fluff)

Your roommate, Satoru, overheard you (quite loudly) expressing your needs to your friend over the phone. He makes his way to your door that was open just a crack and he leans against the wall and essentially eavesdrops on your rambling about your most lewd fantasies. He finds himself smirking the longer you go on about your ideal type.

“I just want a tall man with light hair. Maybe light eyes too?” You tell your friend, looking at your ceiling fan. You were on your back, your legs sprawled out onto the bed. Admittedly, you already tried to you know, finish yourself off, but it’s just not the same as a man’s touch. Little did you know that the certain man you were subconsciously thinking of was already listening in, taking mental notes on the ways he can drive you crazy and pleasure you in ways you’ve never experienced.

“That sounds awfully like your roommate… Satoru, right?” Your friend snaps you out of your fantasy and fills your head with the moments you’ve looked at Satoru as more than just a roommate. The way his hair goes in every direction when he greets you good morning with his deep voice. Oh god, don’t get me started on his voice. How can such a raspy morning voice sound so smooth and mellow at the same time? You wonder how his voice would sound saying other things besides good morning… or how “good morning” would sound like when he wakes you up with it right next to you after…

“Well, what do we have here?” You’d recognize that voice laced with confidence anywhere. In fact, you were just fantasizing about it.

“Satoru, what are you doing in my room?” You sit up and instinctively close your legs.

“What was that again, about a tall man with light hair and light eyes?” He smirks, walking closer to you until he’s towering over you on your bed.

Your eyes were wide, realizing that he heard everything, from the way you look at him sometimes and check him out to how you’d like to be raw dogged and disrespected (respectfully). You tell your friend that you’d call them back and focus on the situation at hand. “How much did you hear?” You ask him, looking up with those big eyes that honestly makes Satoru melt inside.

“Enough to give me the reassurance to do this,” he says, before leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips. His lips are soft, and the way he kisses was more gentle than you thought it would be. Regardless, he takes your breath away. He cups your face with both of his hands and deepens the kiss. You don’t know what comes over you, but you swipe your tongue at his bottom lip and he gladly receives. You taste the most recent dessert he ate on his tongue, and you can only wonder if he tastes the same dessert of his you may have stolen bites from.

When you pull away from each other, you’re both breathing heavily, looking into each other’s eyes with so many questions. Since when did you feel this way towards the other? How long have you both been resisting the urge to kiss one another and confess everything right then and there?

“I have a lot of questions…” you say, blushing harder the longer he stares at you.

You giggle when he moves his face closer to yours, his bangs tickling your skin. “I have one first,” He playfully flicks your forehead, making you flinch in surprise. “When are you planning to replace my fruit tart you ate more than half of?”

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my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.

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starting wind breaker to distract myself from jjk ending (о´∀`о)

#I think I've seen this film before

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sometimes the moral of the story really is just "you cannot go back and what happened to you is going to be with you for the rest of your life. but it's still going to be okay" huh

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a/n: TW!mentions of bleeding, smut, kinda fluffy towards the end because I’m a slut for soft!toji 🙂‍↕️

summary: In contrast to his rigid and intimidating appearance, I think Toji is a huge softie when it comes to you - especially when he goes too rough and he sees blood when he pulls his fingers out of you.

He was being very handsy with you throughout the day, part of it is because just being around you puts him in the mood, but he also wanted to be a little annoying tease to see just how turned on he can make you. "F-Fuck Toji... harder, please don't stop," you whimper, your face twisted in pleasure. At this point, he's ramming his fingers into your soaking wet pussy and curling it at just the right spot, making you squeeze your eyes shut because of how good it felt. Toji groans at the sight before him - you, a moaning mess with bright red cheeks, just begging for him to fuck you even harder. He smirks down at you. “You want me to fuck this slutty pussy of yours?” You desperately nod up at him and scream when he adds another finger. Your head is spinning; you don’t know if you should focus on how damn good his fingers are pumping into you or how hard his cock is getting. He licks his lips and stares at how messy he’s making you. “Let me get your pretty little pussy ready for—” He stops mid-sentence and looks at his fingers in shock. This causes you to sit up and look at him with concern. “What’s wrong? Why did you…” You ask, still dazed and disheveled from your fingerfuck session. “Babe, I’m sorry, I think I went a little too rough,” he shyly confesses while being quick on his feet to grab a towel for you. You look down and notice tiny droplets of blood on your bedsheet that’s not enough for a period. Toji notices you up, and his demeanor completely shifts into a much softer and gentler one. He sits in front of you and lightly pushes you down on your back. “It’s okay princess, just relax and let me take care of you properly,” he says in a worried tone, followed by a string of apologies and questions if you’re feeling okay or if anything hurts. His sudden change makes you giggle, which makes him raise an eyebrow at you as if asking why. “You know, for a ruthless, seasoned assassin, did tiny trickles of blood really do a number on you?” You tease. He rolls his eyes but can’t hide his smile, “Not if it’s your blood on my hands.” He makes it a point to place soft kisses all around your face and all over your body, jokingly addressing your abused cunt and saying sorry to her. He ignores your overdramatic pleas that it actually felt so good and that you didn’t hurt at all. And you wanted him to do it again. And again. You reach over and cup his face with your hand, squishing his cheeks in the process. “Hey, don’t apologize for a good time~”

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You can save it, share it, reblog it if you like 🥰💕

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snoopuru

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new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

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the cutest 🥹🫶

the trio <3

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This song literally has me thinking about just how desperate and messy Gojo would be when he’s eating you out. He could drown in it if he could, and don’t get me started about the way he looks up at you after like the tenth time he’s made you cum, with pleading eyes just begging for more. He’ll start playing with your pussy with his fingers and pump even faster and harder, the harder you pull on his hair. I imagine somewhere along the way, he’ll just pull you up and on top of his face with a sturdy grip on your hips, guiding you to ride his face. Alongside your moans and whimpers of his name are the sloppiest sounds of his tongue all over your most sensitive parts. When he does come up for air, hair disheveled and pulled from every angle by you, you just can’t help but admire how pretty he looks. The sounds are replaced by his grunts and comments laced with his signature cockiness… “Look at how fucking wet your pussy is for me.”

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is it the 3 alive fate 🥹