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i am crushing on people who knows things because i really need someone who knows things in my life like god give me a parental figure type of person i need someone who knows how to live lol

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i need to remember how to code or im cooked

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Ao3 literally has a tagging system and y'all have the free will to not read the things you don't approve of.

And i think people are now incapable of distinguishing fiction and reality. fiction is not meant to be ethical, moral, religious, pure, whatever. It's literally all made up scenarios that people enjoy to write/read and is meant to be a safe place for all sorts of interests. if you don't enjoy something then you are not the audience for it.

Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

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no cause i feel like this and then next second i just dont really care lol. like wdym i would end it all it literally is not that important???? and like i probably will have a stable job that i love why am i complicating things??? anyway i still want to contribute to the knowledge of this world so i'll go for academia but it literally is not that important im just doing fine

this is how i feel right now like do i get a job but then do i get masters but like i want to do a phd as well so why not go directly for that like i am literally qualified for all of the above why am i wasting time but i also wanna go abroad and study there but i have no money no nothing so like everything is a mess omg

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i watched secretary for the first time and dear god need that man carnally

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its not psychosis its divine knowledge this time

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wdym caleb has a veiny dih 💔🤤

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Underground Fighter Mydei

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this is how i feel right now like do i get a job but then do i get masters but like i want to do a phd as well so why not go directly for that like i am literally qualified for all of the above why am i wasting time but i also wanna go abroad and study there but i have no money no nothing so like everything is a mess omg

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okkk i might need a fic of nerd armin those edits got me

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“you can tell this writer has a fetish :/” i hope when people read my writing they can accurately guess all my kinks, fantasies, most influential moments in my psychosexual development, and how many days since i last gave head at the time i wrote it

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The baffled king composing Hallelujah...

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big fan of everyone writing whatever the hell they want

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got me a new bank account and flirted back and forth with the banker boy life is worth living

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getting career advice from chatgpt and it seems like i did everything perfectly and my future is bright

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“he’s never made you cum? well, that just won’t do, bestie.”

that’s what satoru said when you told him your ex had been terrible in bed. 

being in his room, in just shorts and a shirt (his shirt), is normal for you two; you’ve been friends since you were in diapers, after all. you just got out of a bad breakup with a guy you didn’t really care all that much about and satoru was more than keen to hear the juicy gossip. he heard all about the gaslighting, the controlling behaviour, and the bad hygiene. but apparently, being a selfish lover was the worst thing the loser had ever done.

seemingly thinking that living an orgasmless life is the worst possible fate to face, he grabbed your ankle, pulled you under him, your back falling with a thump! on his bed, and grinned at you. “i have an idea. do you trust me?”

his bright idea?

making up for all orgasms you missed out. 

“s-satoru! no -ngh!- more. i can’t!”

flashing a mischievous smile through the wild cloud of pleasure glazing his eyes, he coos, “aw, tapping out already? didn’t realise i was friends with a quitter. come on, you got at least three more in you, don’t you? please, baby?”

you want to scream that you’ve already had five but all that comes out of you are lewd moans as you squirm on his sheets, sweat soaked, and shirt baring your tits to his groping hands. without waiting for a reply, he dives back in between your legs. 

“you taste so good – you been eating pineapples, or something?” wet lips wrap around your swollen clit and he makes a loud sluuuuuurrp! sound that echoes around the room. it’s too much, too fast. you can’t tell how long it’s been or even how much longer he plans on smothering himself between your thighs; you should have known satoru meant it literally when he said he's going to make up for lost time. “wanna taste yourself? you need to know how insane this pussy is.”

long, slender fingers smear your own wetness against your lips and he watches you suck on them. the bed begins to shake, banging against the wall ever so slightly. god, is he humping the bed?

“oh, yeah…such a good girl.” you earn a slap against your clit before he quite literally motorboats your poor cunt, blowing raspberries on the cream gushing out. “knew you’d taste good. i mean, you smell good. heh, did you know, i have a habit of sniffing your seat after you leave? it’s why i want you sitting on a pillow.”

delirious, you ask, “but i -ah fuck!- thought that was the j-japanese way?”

your back arches when his fingers curl up against your g-spot. “no, dum-my. that’s just the gojo way.”

“you’re a pervert!”

“i’m a pervert? baby,” he says, pouting against your puffy pussy, “you’re tightening up on my fingers. you're just as much of a pervert as i am. can’t we just agree that we’re both perverts? you like knowing that i’m filthy, don’t you? you like knowing that i jerk off to all the fit checks you send me. that i make copies of the nudes you have saved on your phone.”

“fuck!”

you cum all over his face for the sixth time that night.

through bleary eyes, you see his shiny, swollen lips curving up into a shit-eating grin. in his hand, he holds his pretty cock, which he teases to your quivering hole. then, right before he thrusts inside, he jerks his head to the phone on the bed. 

the fucker’s dialled your ex and you can’t even focus on the fact that he hasn’t hung up, because then your best friend is filling you up so deliciously, your legs tighten around his hips, locking at the ankles and keeping him lodged inside. 

he kisses your lips. the shutters go off. so does the flash.

“mmhm...satoru!”

“you really shouldn’t -ha- share your password with anyone, bestie. not even me.”