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“[x] male character is woman coded!” “[x] male character has so much female rage!” “[x] male character is a feminist icon!” have u considered caring about women instead

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i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm

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Someone else (Teaser)

TW: none? | WC: 805

It was warm today. Suffocatingly warm. The kind of warmth that left your clothes sticking to your skin and your eyes drooping with exhaustion. Sweltering was the perfect word for the misery of it. Unfortunately, Suguru found himself on campus instead of near a body of water—or, at the very least, lazing in front of the box fan in his dorm. Instead, he was shuffling across campus, shirt clinging uncomfortably to his arms as he followed Satoru around, completing errands for Principal Yaga. This, of course, was because Satoru couldn't stay on anyone's good side to save his life.

“Suguru, check this out!” Satoru called out suddenly, his tone far too cheerful for the circumstances.

Suguru turned just in time to see him kick a soda can into the air. It hovered briefly, wobbling as Satoru tried to manipulate it with his cursed technique. The effort was a spectacular failure; the can dropped unceremoniously into the courtyard grass.

“Great,” Suguru muttered. “He’s goofing off now.”

Satoru grinned, shameless. “Pretty cool, right?”

Suguru exhaled heavily, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow. “You could at least pretend to work,” he said, voice tinged with resignation.

Satoru pouted, muttering an insult that Suguru couldn’t quite catch—and didn’t particularly care to. With a sigh, Suguru bent to pick up the abandoned can and chucked it at his friend’s head. The soft thunk it made on impact, coupled with Satoru’s yelp, brought the first genuine smile to Suguru’s face all day.

But the reprieve was brief. Soon, they were back to their monotonous task: sweeping the breezeways. The broom scratched against the ground in a dull rhythm—back and forth, back and forth—pushing dirt that always seemed to reappear. Suguru focused on a crack in the cement, digging the bristles into it with determined effort.

Why was he working this hard? He wasn’t sure. His arms ached, and sweat trickled down his temple as he shoved at the accumulated dirt.

The creak of a door broke his concentration, followed by the hurried clatter of footsteps. Principal Yaga’s familiar stride echoed through the corridor, accompanied by a small entourage.

“Shit,” Suguru muttered under his breath, shooting Satoru a warning glance.

Satoru, to his credit, was already sweeping with exaggerated diligence, as though he’d been hard at work for hours.

Suguru’s gaze drifted toward the group passing through. That’s when he saw her.

Time slowed.

Her skin seemed to glow under the harsh sunlight, smooth and otherworldly. Her hair framed her face with a precision that felt almost intentional, and her eyes—warm and deep—reflected the light in a way that stole his breath. Suguru’s mind stuttered, grappling with the surreal nature of her presence. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if she was even real.

Then her gaze shifted to him.

A shiver coursed down his spine, and he froze, rooted to the spot. It wasn’t just her beauty—something about her felt off. Her cursed energy hummed faintly in the air, strange and unplaceable.

Before he could process it, the door slammed shut, snapping him back to reality. The suffocating heat returned in full force, and Satoru’s voice filled the air again, complaining about their task.

Suguru shook his head, forcing himself back to the present. He didn’t have time to dwell on… whatever that was. Not if he wanted to escape the heat sooner.

Later, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, the pair finally returned to their dorm. The fan hummed softly, its weak breeze offering a small mercy from the day's oppressive warmth.

After a brief scuffle—mostly shoving and bickering—they settled in front of the fan, sharing its comfort in an uneasy truce. Suguru leaned back, letting the cool air wisp through his hair. The tension in his body began to ease, his mind blissfully blank.

“Hey, Suguru?” Satoru’s voice cut through the quiet.

“Hm?” Suguru didn’t bother opening his eyes.

“Did you see that new girl earlier?”

Suguru’s heart stuttered. The memory of her gaze resurfaced unbidden, sending a chill through him despite the warmth of the room.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he said, feigning nonchalance.

“Pretty cute, huh?” Satoru leaned in, clearly fishing for a reaction.

Suguru grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “What? I mean… I guess.”

“What?! No way, dude. Are you blind? She was perfect!”

Suguru sighed, raising a hand to shove Satoru’s face away. “Why are you so loud?” he muttered, cracking one eye open to glare at his friend, who was now sprawled on the floor.

“Whatever, man. She was hot. You just wait—I’m gonna get that,” Satoru said, his grin evident even from the floor.

Suguru rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

He leaned closer to the fan, letting the hum of its blades drown out the room. As his eyes slipped shut, the girl’s piercing gaze lingered in the back of his mind.

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How do we feel about reader having a back story/details?

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i just think guys jerking off while they eat you out is the hottest thing. humping the bed while between your thighs, one hand rubbing their bulge while you ride their face. the sight and smell and taste of you getting them so worked up they can’t stop touching themselves-

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t.w: mentions of violence. if a gifted artist would like to bless us all with fanart inspired by this drabble, just know you will have saved my life.

thinking about knight!toji fushiguro who has gone completely rogue. he does not care for oaths or honor or justice, not anymore. he takes whatever he wants from whoever has it, with determined grit and merciless steel. who wears armor blacker than the night and rides atop a midnight stallion, its hooves striking the ground like thunder so you knew who was coming for you.

he was a god, a herald of death.

so they say.

but here you are, in his clutches atop his steed, and oh, how you believe everything you’ve ever heard about him.

“so pliant for me,” he hummed, his hand around your throat, bringing the back of your head to rest against his chest. “what a sweet little thing you are.”

you knew better than to try and fight him.

his lips ghosted over your neck, the tip of a fang lightly grazing your skin, and you felt his chest rumble. you shivered, even though his cloak was warm against your shoulders. it sounded like he was pleased, and his strong grip around you tightened. you couldn’t help but glance down at the ground, at the trampled bodies of the men who had tried to corner you, and toji tutted softly. his calloused fingers tilted your chin up, guiding your gaze away from the sight, arching your back against him. his green eyes peered into your very soul, and you had never felt more alive.

“sorry for all that,” he breathed out, chuckling, and you knew he wasn’t sorry at all. “i tend to get carried away.”

you don’t know why you said it, but you did. “it’s okay.”

toji barked out a laugh, burying his face into your neck, messy strands of his hair tickling you. his thighs pressed into yours, like he was trying to meld himself into you. his horse snorted loudly beneath you, impatient, its powerful muscles rippling.

“yes,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “i think i’ll just have to take you with me, keep you safe.”

and with that, toji sharply spurred his stallion onward, and the both of you disappeared into the shadows of the night.

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on ao3 like some of these doves aren't even wounded

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the best part about getting invested in your self-ship self-insert oc is that truly. no one can tell you what to do. I can make them do whatever I want, I can make me and fave kiss, fuck, die, kill each other, nobody will ever say "ew... why do you ship that" because they exist within my untouchable crystal mind palace

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Love when Tumblr recommends me a post based on my likes and the post is just a picture of a cardboard box filled with water

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sitting on toji's lap and carding your fingers through his hair while he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. you tease him for the few gray strands you spot and his grumbles reverberate through your whole body, his arms wrapping around you a little tighter in a half-assed attempt of shutting you up. when all you do is laugh, he sinks his teeth into your sensitive skin and smirks to himself at your overly dramatic 'OWWWWWWW!'.

"keep on talking, doll. this is what you get." ignoring the way you squirm on his lap, he rests his head on your shoulder again and gives you another squeeze, silently asking you to keep playing with his hair.

"mean."

at your comment, he gives your side a gentle pinch and marvels at the sound of your laughter.

"i was only kidding, you know."

he hums, letting you know that he's listening to you.

"i really like it." you twirl a strand between your fingers, eyes set on the gray strand of hair. "i love it actually."

he mumbles something inaudibly.

"is this how you communicate now?"

you feel his lips curl into a faint smile against your neck.

a hum.

you click your tongue playfully and give his roots the weakest tug ever. "i really do love it, though. i think they make you look even sexier."

"yer ridiculous."

"stop being so fussy and take the compliment, stupid."

a grumble.

he wonders whether you know how giddy you make him feel. it's a stupid word, especially for a man his age, but it's the only one that he can think of whenever he tries to make sense of what he's feeling. he won't say it out loud, but he really does hope he can show it to you; to return the favour by loving you as ardenly as he can because that's what you deserve.

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Alright I’m losing my mind and need some peace…any multi-part, long fic, jjk x reader recs? My feed and search keep showing me one shots and I need SUSTENANCE PLEASE I BEG

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and i don't like anyone but i like you very much

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…spider-man gojo

credit aliyartss on instagram

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I couldn't have said it better myself.

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