gege said canon gojo was incapable of normal relationships and people forreal took that as womanizng and not that he is actually so fundamentally burdened by jujutsu society and responsibility he would never ever want someone he loves to bear that with him or for him . anyway

@itadoreyu

im finally free. i can finally peddle izuku midoriya 8 inch horse cock thoughts without the internet fictional character defenders getting on my ass. the curse has lifted. the fog has cleared

i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING

NANAMIMIZZ -> SAINTBAROU

really want to get fucked in missionary so he can put his forehead against mine and make eye contact while he thrusts in fast and pulls out slow, mouths only an inch apart, breathing heavily, reaching so deep that i can feel him in my lungs—

Hhhhhhh sketch

@tired-biscuit

imagine going on a blind date and its shidou

“so what do you like about soccer?”

“its like cumming inside of a hot fertile womb and procreating without the threat of child support,”

“……?”

I GENUINELY SCREAMED OUT LOUD ARI WHAT IS YOUR DEAL-

Summer boy ☀️

⸻ 𝑺𝑨𝒀 𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 | in which touya likes when you say his name

“…Dabi, please.”

Touya loved the way you said his name, the way your voice hitched as he hit that spot that makes you clench around him.

“There you go, that’s it.”

He loved the way you whimpered his name when it was too much, how you sounded so close to tears from the overstimulation.

“Keep saying my name, princess. I need to hear it.” His voice raspy and cocky, you could hear the slight lilt in his tone. His hips rut against yours, pressing in deeper feeling your nails claw down his back and your thighs wrap tighter around his waist.

It spurs a chuckle out of him, something playful when he watches your gaze fall. “C’mon princess…what’s my name?”

He starts to slow down, making you desperate. “Dabi, please!”

His hand pulls your gaze back to him, he presses his lips to yours relishing in the feel of your lips against his before he pulls back. He keeps the same pace as before and it’s maddening, “When it’s just us…say my name, doll.”

You knew what he wanted, what name he wanted, no, needed to hear. “Fuck, mm, Touya…”

So breathless, so whiny, how beautiful it was to hear you call out his name.

🗒️: enjoy this small drabble as a thank you for 1.8k!! that’s honestly so crazy but anyways!! enjoy!

i’m going to fucking set myself on fire keyah

i can't find your house (sanemi shinazugawa)

content: reconciliation (literally i think that's it)

a/n: loosely based off of this song that i've had on repeat.

The melodic yet shrill ringing of your phone roused you from your slumber. You blearily looked at the shining red digits of your clock across the room. 2:13 AM. You picked up your ringing phone, unplugging it to bring it closer to your face. You sighed as your eyes focused on the contact name. You really didn't want to talk to him tonight, but there was a chance it was an emergency, and you didn't hate him enough to leave him hanging. Deep down, you knew you didn't hate him at all. You answered the phone, bringing it to the ear that wasn't resting against your pillow.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in bed, Sanemi. Why are you calling me in the middle of the night asking where I am?"

"No, like, fuck--where is your apartment? What floor? I don't remember," he said, each word slurring into the next.

"Are you drunk?"

"Of course I am. W-what floor?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"How am I s'posed to come grovel on your doorstep if I don't know what floor you're on?"

"It's been three months, Sanemi."

"Yeah, the longest three months of my life. I'm over this shit; I wanna see you. I wanna sleep on your shitty lumpy mattress again. I miss your terrible coffee. I miss you."

"...Fourth floor. 418. I'm not changing out of my pajamas for you."

"The Cookie Monster ones?"

"...Yeah."

"Those are my favorite."

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Your ex boyfriend Sukuna doesn't understand what the big fucking deal is. You're supposed to already know that he loves you. Why else would he have been in a relationship with you for months?

Sukuna thinks that this whole break up is so stupid. It's why he is basically ignoring it and instead focusing on letting you to come back to your senses. You'll remember how good it feels to be his girl and you'll come crawling back to him. That's what Sukuna tells himself, that is until he sees you and with some 5'9 guy.

Blood is boiling in his veins because what the hell?! Are you seriously attempting to move on? Absolutely not. Sukuna isn't going to allow it. He doesn't even register the poorly concealed bored expression on your face when he strides into the café where you're sitting across from your date. Sukuna just helps himself as slides into your side of the booth, a wicked smile forming on his lips.

"Sorry I'm late, sweetheart."

Incubus Bakugo who has his eyes on you for months, trailing you into local clubs each weekend without you noticing. He convinces himself that it’s happenstance whenever he spots you, believing fate aligned the two of you and he’s destined to cast his spell over you, make you all his.

Little does he know that you’re a succubus in disguise as well, luring him everywhere you go and preying on his sheer infatuation with you, waiting for the perfect time to pounce and make him yours.

A typical game of cat and mouse from afar, your energies battling it out for dominance. What happens when an incubus and a succubus fall for one another, lost under each other’s spells?

Well, you two are about to find out.

Bakugo approaches you under the neon lights, his bracelets clinking together and sliding down his arm when he outstretches a hand in your direction.

“You look a little lonely, sweetheart. Dance with me.”

missionary but specifically when he grabs the back of your head and makes you watch as he pumps in and out of you 🙂‍↕️

"look."

his voice is distant, but you hear him. no different from if you were underwater, and you might as well have been—all bleary and teary-eyed with pleasure. but just before you drown, he drags you right back up to the surface.

his hand grabs the back of your neck, tugging the baby hairs stuck to your tacky skin. he lifts your head from the pillow, angling your head in a way that forces you to watch as he fucks you. how his hips drive into you, over and over again, relentlessly.

but that's not enough; he needs you to get the best view. you deserve nothing less, of course.

"hold your legs for me." you do as you're told, wrapping your hands around the backs of your knees. you keep your legs spread and out of his way. "yeah, just like that—shit."

he leans over you, reaches deeper, and folds you in half.

"look at that," he coos. like you, his gaze fixes on where the two of you become one. "it's like we're made for each other—made for fucking each other."