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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 always thought that it was so terrifying and, at the same time, exciting and amazing that you can become so vulnerable to someone, and they’ll match that transparency with you. I’ll never understand infidelity or anyone who chooses to break their partner’s trust. It should give you that butterflies-in-stomach feeling that you’re someone’s remedy to their bad day with just a single text saying “I love you,” and oh my gosh, the fact that someone can be so excited to see you that they’re counting down the days until you’re in their arms again. I wish everyone can find that person, the one who makes you feel special in a way that no one else can and you’d be the reason they feel all these beautiful feelings too.

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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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We'll Break up in the End

Chapter 1: Black Coffee Previously: Summary and Story Info Word Count: 1.1k

You throw on yesterday’s going-out clothes after a sniff test and decide that it’s still good for a short trip to the bakery. It's just called "Bakery," so you have high hopes that the pastries would taste more exciting. Before you head out the door, you sneak a glance at the bathroom mirror and examine your state. Dark circles were the first thing you noticed, but you shrug it off since it's just going to be a quick trip. You give yourself some credit though, for taking the time to do your skincare routine and brushing your hair, which were almost impossible feats just a few months ago when you found out about your ex's double life. Aside from those, you were ready to go, until something catches your eye. Your makeup bag. You haven't thought of applying makeup since then, but you can't help but slightly frown because of how much you spent on lip glosses and eye shadow palettes that you begged your boyfriend- ... ex-boyfriend... to buy you even if you knew only two of the twelve colors would be used. You shake your head at the memory and head out the door, making a mental note to do a closet purge and toss out anything that reminds you of him.

The sunlight blinds your eyes when you start walking, so you make a little shade with your hand to block out the sun from your face. It just occurred to you how long you've been cooped up inside and ignoring any invites to go out. You check your phone that was once bombarded with texts from friends and a lover, and now it's just dry. 'Like me,' you thought and snort to yourself. There's no better way to cope with a shitty situation than making a joke about how shittier the circumstances are now, like for example, taking a jab at your sex life. You check the navigation to make sure you're still headed in the right direction before letting your mind wander. Left, right, left right. It's not like you forgot how to walk or weren't active inside your apartment, but walking outside is different. You know where everything is inside your space, just enough so you don't run into tables or the messily organized piles of junk you thought to save for later. The outside, however- your train of thought is interrupted by the burning sensation of steaming coffee going through your now-needs-to-be-washed sweater and hitting your skin. You look up at a fairly tall man, clad in a white apron, with a fair-looking face. As if your body wasn't already feeling the heat from the coffee, your face feels like it's on fire from embarrassment. The cute stranger's eyes widen and he places the sample tray of the other coffees on a table to quickly pat you down with his hand towel. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry are you hurt?" His bangs cover a bit of his eyes when he looks down at you with concern.

"No, no I'm fine," you reassure him, taking the towel from him and wiping your arm. (You're pretty sure you might have some burns cause it stings with contact.) "I'm sorry, I should've looked where I was going," you sheepishly say, looking in his general direction but trying to avoid eye contact.

He extends his hand towards you, and you feel the blush on your face grow, but you're frozen. You have no idea what to do because you just met and surely he's not asking to hold your hand-?

"If you'd like, I can take that towel from you if you're done with it," he smiles. You completely forgot about the towel you had a death grip on, and you shove it in his hand a bit rougher than you planned.

"Oh! I'm sorry again, I didn't mean to-" His wholesome and full laugh just cuts you off. Based on his exterior features, you wouldn't expect him to appear so... light and carefree? His defined jaw line and muscular build gives off a more stern vibe about him, especially his matching dark circles to yours, but he somehow makes them look good.

"It's okay, no need to apologize. Please, come inside the bakery. If you need any assistance, you can ask for Nanami." He says, with his signature smile.

You walk in and your senses are flooded with the mouthwatering scent of fresh bread, but all you can think about is Nanami- and how nice he was to you, of course. You can't afford to have another man take up space in your head rent-free again, at least not so soon. You pick out some custard buns, garlic cheese breads, and you notice a lone ham sandwich. It's in a shiny plastic wrap, and you thought what better way to express your gratitude for helping you than to get him a sandwich for lunch! You knew it was a reach, but it's not like you can just strike up a conversation randomly with him, no? You gather all your things and after paying, you see Nanami at the door.

He smiles at you in a kind of way that makes your heart beat ten times faster and feel like it'll bounce up and out of your chest. Before your overthinking forces you to miss this opportunity, you stick your hand in the pastry bag and present the sandwich to him. His eyes slightly widen in surprise and his lips part, but nothing comes out. "Here! I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble earlier with the coffee... so I bought you a sandwich for your lunch. If you haven't taken it yet. Or maybe your dinner if you've already eaten lunch. Not to say that you don't have any other food at home..." Oh god, you already messed up. You mentally curse at yourself for going on and rambling. You honestly expected him to just ignore it or just brush you off as just another girl in the long line that has a crush on him. (Do you have a crush on him?)

Instead, he smiles so wide that his eyes follow suit, and your ears are blessed with his laugh again. "Great minds think alike," he says, while pulling out the same ham sandwich from his apron pocket. "How did you know it was my favorite?"

"Lucky guess?" You start to ease into the conversation with Nanami and find yourself genuinely smiling - not out of nervousness or embarrassment.

"Well, it's not everyday you meet someone with the same taste in sandwich. If you're free, maybe we can eat it together in a few minutes when I go on my lunch?" You're sure you mistake the hopeful glint in his eyes when he asks you to spend his lunch break with him.

"Sure, I can wait at a table," you smile up at him, not getting over the height difference. You watch as he slips his apron off on his way back inside, and there's only a single thought in your mind.

You should've at least brought your makeup bag.

*:･ﾟ✧ Author's Note: Yay, I got the first chapter out! I hope I can improve in my writing style as the story goes on. This was just to set the scene, but wowowow an impromptu first like-date after a meet-cute?!

*:･ﾟ✧ Taglist: @an-ever-angry-bi 🫶

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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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We'll Break Up in the End

"You know I love you, right? Even if it means dying a thousand more times to be reborn as complete strangers, I'll always find my way back to you, my love."

You sniff, wiping a tear away, upon taking in the words of this perfect spectacle of a man in the latest novel you picked up. Your glasses are fogged up from crying during this weird post-breakup ritual you've just established. Something about reading or watching the most seemingly perfect love stories soothes the ache from your most recent heartbreak ... Or you're just projecting. You wouldn't call yourself a hopeless romantic, more so someone who's close to losing hope in the romance department. Five years in and you think he's the one, but he's actually been seeing multiple other women behind your back just when you thought he was sneaking off to plan his secret proposal. You know this isn't an uncommon thing that people go through (sadly), but you just thought what you both had was special. Nothing can compare to the men you read about though. Fictional, obviously. Books have always given you solace in times of stress, a way to check out of reality and lose yourself in a make-believe tale where any life outside of it has no power. As sad as it sounds, you're content with how single life will be like for the next few years or so. No man has ever come close to scraping the standard that your beloved fictional ones set... that is, of course, until you meet him. It all starts when you visit the newest bakery in town.

Next: Chapter 1

*:･ﾟ✧* Author's Note: Hello! This is the first fanfic I've written in a while, but I'll try my best to deliver! This was the summary for We'll Break Up in the End, and I'm excited to see where it goes. The concept of this whole story has just been on my mind for a while now, so I thought to let my creativity flow~ (●´ω｀●) All the technical stuff will be listed below!

Themes: relationships, mentions of unfaithfulness, conversations about mental health, mainly fluff but smut may be included later on and will have a warning for those parts, suggestive parts that have spicy implications

Setting: I started writing this without much of an overall plan yet, but it mainly takes place in an AU where the whole plot of JJK hasn't exactly happened, but the main characters will remain the same. (If that makes sense ;-; I'll figure it out as I go ＼（＾○＾）人（＾○＾)

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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.”