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Hi guys! I wanted to make this post almost giving like a little background about my blog. So as you can see this is mainly a writing blog(unless I need to post a pic about how insanely attractive my stan is).

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satoru gojo fluff

The city lights sparkled like scattered diamonds, reflecting off the glass windows of the rooftop restaurant where Satoru had taken you for date night. A cool breeze brushed against your skin, but before you could shiver, a warm hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer.

“You cold, sweetheart?” Satoru murmured, his voice smooth as silk. His blindfold was off tonight, letting those impossibly blue eyes meet yours under the soft glow of candlelight. “Just a little,” you admitted, and in an instant, he shrugged off his expensive coat and draped it over your shoulders. “Better?” You smiled, inhaling his familiar scent as you nodded. “Much.”

The evening had been perfect—your favorite food, endless laughter, and Satoru being as insufferable as ever, stealing bites from your plate and dramatically declaring that your food tasted better than his.

“You’re staring,” you teased, setting down your wine glass. “Can you blame me?” His grin was lazy, but his gaze was intense, as if you were the only thing in the world. “You look stunning tonight.” Heat crept up your neck. “You say that every time.”

“Because it’s true every time.” He reached across the table, fingers brushing against yours before intertwining them together. “I know I joke around a lot, but I don’t think you realize just how much I adore you.”

Your breath hitched. Satoru was always playful, always teasing, but moments like this—where he let his guard down—were rare and precious.

Softly, you squeezed his hand. “I adore you too, Satoru.”

He grinned, but there was a softness to it now. “I know,” he whispered, leaning in slightly. “But I like hearing you say it.”

The night stretched on with gentle touches and shared laughter, and by the time he led you back to his place, the city was quiet. He kicked the door shut behind him, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“You know,” he murmured against your ear, lips brushing your skin, “as much as I love fancy date nights, I think my favorite thing is just you—in my arms, exactly like this.”

You turned in his embrace, looking up at him through your lashes. “Is that so?”

His fingers tilted your chin up, and before you could tease him further, his lips were on yours—soft at first, then deeper, hungrier. His hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him as he backed you into the wall.

“Satoru—” You barely had time to say his name before he kissed you again, stealing the breath from your lungs. His hands gripped your waist, sliding down to your hips before squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp. “I love when you say my name like that,” he murmured, lips trailing down your jaw, to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses that made heat pool in your stomach. “Say it again.”

Your fingers tangled in his soft white hair as he nipped at your skin, soothing the bite with his tongue. “Satoru,” you breathed, and his grip tightened.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with something dark, something possessive. “I might just have to keep you up all night for that.”

And with the way he kissed you—slow, deep, and full of promise—you knew he meant every word.

i recently got into anime so you might see a few upcoming anime fics

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jealous vinnie hacker drabble

The music pulsed through the dimly lit club, but all Vinnie could focus on was you—and the guy who had been way too close to you all night. His jaw clenched as he watched the man laugh at something you said, leaning in just a little too much for his liking. Vinnie knew you were his.

You knew you were his.

But that didn’t mean he liked watching other men try their luck. So when you finally made your way back to him, he didn’t let you get far. A firm grip on your waist, pulling you against his solid frame, his breath hot against your ear. “Having fun?” he murmured, voice laced with something dark. You smirked, tilting your chin up defiantly. “Just talking.”

“Sure you were,” he muttered, spinning you around so your back was flush against his chest. His hands trailed down, fingertips grazing your hips before one delivered a sharp slap to your ass. You gasped, your breath hitching, and he chuckled lowly.

“Could’ve fooled me, baby.” Another smack, this time firmer, making warmth pool in your stomach. “But you like pushing me, don’t you?”You bit your lip, heat spreading across your skin.

Vinnie turned you back to face him, eyes dark with jealousy and something even more dangerous. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Mine,” he whispered, voice rough with possession. “You know that, don’t you?” You nodded, breathless.

His lips brushed against yours, teasing but not giving in just yet. “Good girl,” he praised, fingers tightening around your waist.

“Now let’s remind you exactly where you belong.”

i had this marinating in my drafts, but here’s a little something :)

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hi

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me reading smut and calculating in my head the positions the characters are in

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reading rafe smut is not enough i need to fuck him

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Her Desperation

Pairings: Vinnie Hacker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Just Vinnie having fun with his girl.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, praise kink(lowkey), pussy play, edging

Author’s Note: Hi, i missed you guys🫶

sorry for the spelling mistakes

“Please, please, I need it badly.” she whined for what felt like the hundredth time to her, but in reality it was about the fifth. He had been edging for an hour, rubbing her clit slowly and rapidly. She had tried to bite back her moans to try and make it seem as if she wasn’t close, but it was no hope. He knew her body language a bit too well now. Even if there were no noises coming from her, her furrowed eyebrows and eyes rolled back gave it away. “Really? You wanna cum so bad?” He whispered as he used his index finger to press slow circles on her swollen clit. It wasn’t enough to bring her to her orgasm, but it was enough to make her want more. “Yes, yes, yes.” She let out as she nodded her head vigorously. “Hm, Beg for it.” He smirked, bringing his lips to her neck. “Be my good girl and beg for it.” God, was she a whore for this man. She hated begging for pleasure from men, especially her past boyfriends. Yet, for some reason with Vinnie it was the hottest thing ever. She loved begging for his cum, his fingers, his mouth, and his dick.

“V-Vinnie, I need it so bad, p-please make me cum.” Her eyes were glossy with a few tears escaping the corners of her eyes. The sight itself was pure ecstasy. He wrapped his free hand around her throat and kissed her. The kiss was rhythmic and filled with desperateness. She broke the kiss with a loud moan as she felt his fingers play with her clit. Her breathing became more heavy and more whines escaped her mouth. “Yeah? You like that, baby.?” He said knowing she could barely form any words. Her eyes glued shut as her orgasm began to take over her body. “Atta girl. Cum on my fingers.” He was mesmerized by the way her body reacted to his touch. Her back arched, mouth opened and hips thrusting into the air looking for more friction. After a high pitched whine her orgasm washed over her body, leaving her slightly shaking. He pulled back his fingers making her whine from the loss of contact and licked his fingers clean.

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a missing set of keys and a mini skirt leads to lots of fun

enjoy 2k of smut I guess, yeah.....that is all (be kind to me)

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Her keys were missing. 

She always leaves them hanging up. It’s her pet peeve seeing someone lose their items simply because they didn’t put them away. She is not at all forgetful, but when Harry arrives home, she forgets all about those trivial things letting him drop his items by the door and swooping in to give her a deep kiss.

“H, have you seen my keys?” 

Harry had seen her walk around the apartment, lifting every pillow and knit knack, trying to find her keys. He sits on their couch, carelessly flipping through a women’s health magazine his mum had sent Y/N. 

“Don’t know, baby. Not hanging up?” 

She sighs, “obviously not, if I’m asking.” 

Harry giggles from his spot on the new couch they got a few months ago after they broke the old one. Y/N liked to say it was him, but really it was the both of them. Harry didn’t expect the couch's legs to give out when he had her bent over the sofa, as they both got lost in the pleasure. “Guess that means you’re staying home?” 

“You wish.” 

He pouts but continues to let her search. Harry has now set the magazine down and is staring openly at his lovely girlfriend. She’s wearing a pink vest with baby cows printed on the front that they found thrifting a few months ago. It’s one of their favorite activities to do together. They always make a day of it. That’s how Harry has been able to find his favorite pair of Gucci jeans. One’s donation is another person’s treasure. 

Y/N rolls her eyes. Since she started getting ready, Harry had told her to stay home and blow off this lunch with her friends. It had been something her friends had been looking forward to for the entire week, saying she never goes out with them anymore, which isn’t true. She goes out plenty with her friends. It is just that Harry tags along, loving being part of their girl's night. They have to admit he gives the best manicures. 

Harry watches her return to the living room, checking the windowsill and behind their succulents. His sister gifted them for their housewarming party, and has been doing wonderfully for over six months. She bends over in front of Harry as she looks around the TV and their shared switch where game night always ends in one of them complaining and getting mad, having to fuck out all the tension from the evening. It’s a weekly tradition Harry looks forward to experiencing. He sees Y/N’s skirt ride up, and he has to bite back a groan. The tight black mini skirt and fishnets are a favorite look of his. 

“Baby,” Harry groans.

“H? Help me find my keys.” She demands, ignoring his plead. 

“This skirt, you know what it does to me,” he breathes out, and he sees her freeze. She stands up slowly but doesn’t turn around to face him. 

“Harry,” her voice is calm, but Harry knows her. He knows her, how she’s feeling, and the thoughts running through her head. He knows her breathing has picked up, and she’s waiting for him to make the first move. It’s a game of predator versus prey, and Harry doesn’t intend to lose, not when she is the prize. 

Harry gets up from his seat, stepping towards her and making Y/N turn to look at him. There’s a smirk on his face when he sees her eyes darken and fill with lust. She backs away, and he lets her, wanting to see where she’ll lead him. Y/N had only taken a few steps when she is forced to stop as her back met the wall. 

He shakes his head, an unmistakable gleam of desire visible in his emerald eyes. 

“Come on, baby. Let me take care of you.” 

She lets out a deep breath and shakes her head, knowing she would head out still or she’d never make it to lunch, but Harry is looking at her like he wants to devour her, and she knows he’d follow her out and bring her right back into their apartment. There is no telling him no, not that she actually wants to. Y/N feels how damp her panties have gotten and is ready for what he will give her, but she’s not giving in so easily. 

Harry raises his and brushes her hair back, letting Y/N lean into his touch. He loves her and will do anything to remind her of that. “You just wanted me to beg. Huh, beg you to stay home so I can fuck you.”

Y/N whimpers as she sees Harry get down on his knees in front of her. He kisses her hips through the fabric of her skirt, pushing her vest up, letting his hands feel her smooth bare skin. He feels her stumble, losing her footing, putting her hands against the wall to keep herself up. 

He smirks. He’s in control now. He’s ready to have her screaming his name. 

“You wanted this,” he breathes out after another set of kisses. “This little skirt on, and you knew there was no leaving me without me fucking you. You’re a tease.” 

“Harry,” she breathes out.

“Wanted my cock, such a slut.” 

She can’t take it. She needs something, anything. “Please, H, please.”  

Harry laughs against her skin, sliding his hands to cup her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth, taking in her sweet aroma. 

“You’re such a slut for me.” He kisses her tugging at the fishnets playfully. “Where do you want my mouth, baby?” 

She sinks a hand into his hair and guides his head closer to her clothed pussy. He knows she’s dying to be touched, wanting any kind of relief, but Harry doesn’t dare move. He laughs, and her breath hitches as she feels his breath against her thighs, closer than before. A few more inches, and his mouth is exactly where she needs him. 

He clicks his tongue shaking his head, “need to hear you say it?” 

“H,” she whines. 

“Be my good girl. Know you can do it.” 

“Want—,” she moans as Harry bites her thigh, and she knows she’ll have fresh new bruises he’ll admire tomorrow. “Want your mouth on me, please.” 

Harry smirks, “I’ll give it to you. My slutty baby can’t think, huh. That’s alright. All you need to remember is my name, baby.”

“Harry,” 

“That’s right, angel. You know I like Daddy too.” 

Harry reaches up and pulls down the fish nets. As much as it pains him, he knows Y/N would not be so forgiving if he ripped another pair. After the fifth pair, he told her to stock up, but she still hated being wasteful. He pushed up her skirt, the flimsy material now scrunched at her waist, while he took in her silk red panties with a wet stain and knew she was more than ready for him. 

He kisses up her thighs until he’s right where she wants him. Harry kisses her against her panties, and he knows she loves it with the moans that fill the room. He pulls them down, done with depriving himself of seeing her sweet pussy wet for him. It’s a sight he will never get tired of, she’s glistening, and it is all for him. 

Harry leans in his mouth, licking up her lips, and the moan he gets sends him close to the edge. He places his hands on the back of her thighs, holding her tight as he lets himself have his way with her. His tongue slips out, licking up her juices, not wanting to miss a single drop. 

“Daddy,” she whimpers. 

Her moans drive him forward. He wants her to come on his tongue. Harry teases her, allowing his tongue to familiarize itself with her beautiful pussy. Y/N’s thighs are shaking, and Harry knows she loves the teasing, but she can only take so much. He presses himself closer as his mouth kisses her and his tongue slips inside her, getting her to tug at his hair as she begins to ride his race. Harry doesn’t care if he can’t breathe. All he knows is he needs to make her come. 

“Close, Daddy. Let me come.” 

Harry doesn’t answer her. If anything, her words drive him to work faster. He takes a long lick until he reaches her clit and sucks it in his mouth. He feels her knees buckle but keeps his hold form. He doesn’t stop, hearing her screaming that she is close. 

“Daddy, coming. I’m coming.” 

Harry feels her tense and, in the next second, relaxes as her orgasm washes over her. He hears her head thumb against the wall. He doesn’t move, letting her settle down. It isn't until he hears a quiet thank you that he begins to clean her up. 

Y/N whimpers feeling sensitive. She opens her legs wider giving him more access, and Harry wants to laugh because she looks fucks out but would never dare to tell him to stop. It’s a few minutes, or ten Y/N isn’t sure when she feels Harry pull away from her. 

“Fuck me,” she breathes out when Harry kisses her now bruised thighs. 

“You want my cock? Hmmm,” Harry urges her on.

“Please, Daddy,” she mewls out. 

He stands up, careful to help her set her feet on the ground, arm wrapping around her waist to keep her up while her hands land on his waist, slipping under his white tank top, showing off his tattooed arms. Harry didn’t make leaving the house easy for Y/N, knowing she loves when he shows off his arms, and she can see the contrast of tattoos on them. 

Harry leans in to give her a  deep kiss, and she moans against him as she can taste herself against his tongue. He smirks against her mouth, drawing out a whine as he pulls away. “My baby knows I’ll give it to her.  Always will.”

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me, Daddy.” She pleads. 

“Oh, my dirty girl still has manners.” Harry smiles, tugging at her bottom lip. 

She's panting, “please, please.” 

“Anything my slutty baby wants, I’ll give her,” he promises. 

Harry takes her hand, aware of her shaky legs, and guides her a few steps to their dining table, where she happily bends herself over the small table for four. Harry gives her ass a hard slap that makes Y/N yelp in surprise. 

“Dirty slut, Daddy, was going to set you on the table, but his slut wants it hard and fast.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” They both know she doesn’t mean it. 

He gives her another slap, watching her ass jiggle, and this time Y/N moans, encouraging Harry to give her one more. He doesn’t want her to be too sore, but he’ll happily rub lotion when she’s whining that her butt stings. Harry would do anything for her. 

Harry takes off his shorts in a hurry, happy that he never uses briefs at home, knowing he loved having easy access to his girl as they both were insatiable. Y/N looks beautiful, waiting patiently bent over their table, her skirt scrunched around her waist and pink vest still on her hiding her breast from view, but Harry doesn’t worry. He’ll make sure he gives them their deserved attention later in bed. 

He is thankful they had the talk and have decided to stop using condoms. He assured her they didn’t have to, but she promised she wanted it and who was he to deny anything from the love of his life. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit getting himself ready before fucking his girl.

“Harry, please. I want it.” 

He chuckles. She’s desperate for him. Harry isn’t in the mood to play dying to get himself inside her tight cunt, or he would continue to tease her. 

“I got you, baby.” 

Harry guides himself in slowly; as heated as the moment was, he wouldn’t dare hurt his girl. He groans, feeling how tight she is, feeling her squeezing him the deeper he pushes inside her (his) pussy.

“Baby,” he huffs, “need you to relax.” 

She shakes her head, “too good, love it too much.” 

Harry laughs, making Y/N moan. “You filthy girl, I’ll give it to you exactly how you want it.”

He pushes in, taking in all her moans, aware of how much pleasure this brings them. Harry leans down his back against Y/N’s and kisses up her neck as he thrusts back in. Y/N pushes her hips to meet his wanting him to go faster, but Harry wants all control because he knows what she needs. He rests his hands on her hips, holding her still over the dining table as she tries to claw her nails into the table, looking for extra support. 

“Scream for me, baby. Tell Daddy how much you love his cock in your sweet cunt.” 

She screams as his hips snap into hers, the slapping of their skin echoing in their quiet apartment apart from her moans. 

“Daddy! Love it, so good,” she sobs. “Love you.” 

Harry is so close, and he knows Y/N isn’t far behind. She has grown tighter, but it does not stop him. It pushes him to go faster and harder. He’s so overwhelmed all his senses heightened, but all he can feel and smell is her. He’s wrapped up in everything that is Y/N.

“I love you, baby. So much.” He kisses her neck, and she lets out a whimper feeling his deep grunts against her ear, “be my good slut and come.” 

“Harry!!!” Y/N throws her head back against Harry’s shoulder, letting her second orgasm go through her entire body. It’s euphoric. 

Harry groans. He thrusts into her one more time, allowing himself to fall apart and come inside her, resting his head against her neck as she falls slack against the table. Harry follows close behind. Their breathing is heavy, and soon their laughter fills the air. 

He truly enjoys every moment with Y/N, but the comedown from intense sex is his favorite because he loves the aftercare and taking care of his girl. Harry is careful to slip out. He feels his cock twitch seeing his come spill out of her. He acts quickly, reaching for a cloth sitting on top of the clean laundry they have yet to put away. Y/N hums, letting Harry take care of her. He helps her stand up slowly, hugging her close to his chest, breathing her in, taking in how much she fills him with love. He decides it’s also time for truths. 

“Your keys are in my pocket,” he breathes against her neck giving her neck a teasing bite and letting his hands rub her stomach.

“I know.” 

Harry frowns, “what?” 

She giggles, “canceled lunch as soon as I saw my keys missing.” 

He turns her around and sits her on the table. “Say that again, baby?” 

She throws her head back, laughing, her hands looping around his neck. “You know I never misplace my keys. Knew you hid them from me to stay home, and well, I know what that skirt does to you.” 

“Fuck, you cheeky minx.” 

Her laugh rings through the apartment, and Harry can’t help but join in. He’s never felt love like this and knows he never will. He knows that the ring at the back of his sock drawer will be on her finger sooner rather than later. 

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hola amores, I wanted to give you this little gift one because I had the idea and knew you would all enjoy it and two because this is my busiest week and I might not be around all week but now I love you and appreciate you.

let me know what you thought please 😘

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Have you stopped writing for vinnie?

not at all! i haven’t been able to find the motivation to finish the drafts that i have started. this is the longest i’ve struggled with writer’s block. my mind is a blank slate rn:/

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I’m just a kinky little introvert and that’s just how it is

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why does losing your virginity hurt so much💀

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it’s been months since i posted, but i cannot find the motivation to write. i have so many unfinished drafts that i just can’t find myself to finish. i’m assuming i’m feeling this way cuz i’m college or it might just be my lazy self. i’m hoping to post by the end of this week. sorry guys <3

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guys there’s literally nothing to here at my dorm. like this college is actually ass.

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COLLEGE MOVE-IN DAY TMRW

im a nervous wreck rn

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going feral for all of these.

god vinnie hacker is just so fine it hurts😮‍💨😮‍💨

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to college friends:

what are some basic essentials that i would need for dorming?