Your First Husband Died Peacefully In His Sleep. You Had Nothing To Do With It.

backshots with his hand under your chin to force you to hold your head up and arch your back for him. extra points if he slides his fingers in your mouth and smiles at how quickly you start sucking on them

i feel like suguru never broke the habit of eating candy/drinking soda after eating curses.

like even as an adult with all the cult leader stuff, he still always carried around small candies or lollipops to stave off the nasty taste after eating a curse. especially after you came into his life.

it felt strange to eat a curse only to kiss you with those same lips without something to cleanse his palette. he didn’t want to associate the bitter taste of a curse with your lips, he’d much rather associate them with something sickly sweet.

the sound of crinkling wrappers and soft crunching had become customary, a sort of white noise after suguru had ingested a curse. he always, always leaned in for a kiss after, slipping his dyed tongue into your mouth as you hummed at the sweet flavor laving over your tastebuds, even playfully trying to guess the flavor from the remnants of the sugary treat.

that’s why you watched him expectantly as he finished the remnants of his lollipop, his tongue mindlessly fiddling with the stick for a moment before throwing it away. he raised an eyebrow when he noticed your stare, a smirk gracing his lips.

“is there something on my face?” he sounded too smug to be clueless. you only shook your head in response, that same wide eyed, expectant gaze fixed on his face.

he broke sooner than he would’ve liked, clicking his tongue with a small “c’mere.” he fought back a smile when you came closer, cupping your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you pulled him closer, a small gasp leaving him when you sucked on his tongue softly before pulling away completely with a thoughtful hum.

“is it peach?”

he gave you an incredulous look, a small laugh leaving him at your words. god, you were going to be the death of him.

(you were right.)

i WAS gonna finish up one of the smut drabbles i have in my drafts but i was suddenly filled with hate and anguish so that’s not happening

hi this is how i would write toji x virgin reader btw. if i ever get to it. haha.

i like the virginity kink and stuff, its cool, like woah 25 year old reader who still hasnt had sex and is shy and inexperienced their first time

but when its with a super cool virgin reader who does not give a fuck about loosing or keeping their virginity and someone tries to tease them, but they just flirt back with 'aww, you thinkin' about me? wanna take my virginity or somethin' buddy??' i go a little crazy

oh no omg i tripped!! i tripped and i fell and this fell out of my pocket!!!!! oh no how convenient and conspicuous oh no!!!!!!!!!! ><

i so badly wanna write the preliminary meeting that i mentioned in the yandere suguru thing…………. i just think it’ll be funnnn teehee ^^

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Ino Takuma

Toji Fushiguro

Choso Kamo

Ryomen Sukuna

Hiromi Higuruma

Utahime Iori

why r there no tall votes. do u want me to die.

guys do i give tall or short energy……… pls be careful w ur answers im sensitive……

ugh i just read ur sukuna x mangoes post and i want to kidnap you and trap u in a basement and make u write for every fandom i'm in i'm so sad i'm not into jjk/mha that much bcos ur writing is DIVINE. (no creepy or weird vibes intended just obsessed with how u write). thank u for that gift

HEHEHEHEHEHHEHE U WANNA WHATTTTTT

UGGGGGHHHH TYSM UR SOSOSOSOSO SWEET IM LITERALLY SOBBING RN!!!!!

the fact that u enjoyed it despite not even being that into jjk i can’t i can’t i can’t i appreciate ur words so much i don’t think u understand <33333 ilyssssssmmmmmmm thank u soso much for ur kind words :((( <33

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

baby, my phone!!

college student! tenko shimura x popular! reader

after much demand here’s part 2!!! i had sm fun making this omg

cw’s!!: mentions of alcohol usage (drunk confessions heheheh), one or two kys/die jokes, dry texter tenko (i luv him), gn! reader, and the fastest burn you’ve ever seen (i have no patience)

there’s an image limit on the mobile app so i’ll reblog w the rest of the story!! ^^