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a friday night movies date w/ toru.
you figured satoru, the guy who dedicated his entire life to dealing with monsters, would be the most perfect date.
right, of course - you were wrong.
barely ten minutes into the film, a screeching violin note signaled an upcoming jump scare, and satoru practically vaulted out of his seat.
he didn't just flinch; he let out a sharp undignified "hey!" and gripped your arm so hard you briefly wondered if you’d need an ice pack later. you could feel it bruising.
“satoru. chill. you're going to get us kicked out.” you whisper-shouted, mortified as the people in the row behind you began to audibly huff and groan.
“i am chilled!” he hissed back, though he was currently hunched over, using his candy flavoured popcorn bucket as a makeshift shield against the screen.
“it's just - the killer - he's incredibly stealthy for an amateur, it’s annoyingly interesting.”
every time a floorboard creaked in the movie, he would twitch. whenever the music swelled, he’d lean over to whisper (loudly) "he's going to jump out now, it's very predictable - bad writing, if you were to ask for my professional opinion, honestly."
a friday night movies date w/ toru.
you figured satoru, the guy who dedicated his entire life to dealing with monsters, would be the most perfect date.
right, of course - you were wrong.
barely ten minutes into the film, a screeching violin note signaled an upcoming jump scare, and satoru practically vaulted out of his seat.
he didn't just flinch; he let out a sharp undignified "hey!" and gripped your arm so hard you briefly wondered if you’d need an ice pack later. you could feel it bruising.
“satoru. chill. you're going to get us kicked out.” you whisper-shouted, mortified as the people in the row behind you began to audibly huff and groan.
“i am chilled!” he hissed back, though he was currently hunched over, using his candy flavoured popcorn bucket as a makeshift shield against the screen.
“it's just - the killer - he's incredibly stealthy for an amateur, it’s annoyingly interesting.”
every time a floorboard creaked in the movie, he would twitch. whenever the music swelled, he’d lean over to whisper (loudly) "he's going to jump out now, it's very predictable - bad writing, if you were to ask for my professional opinion, honestly."

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a friday night movies date w/ toru.
you figured satoru, the guy who dedicated his entire life to dealing with monsters, would be the most perfect date.
right, of course - you were wrong.
barely ten minutes into the film, a screeching violin note signaled an upcoming jump scare, and satoru practically vaulted out of his seat.
he didn't just flinch; he let out a sharp undignified "hey!" and gripped your arm so hard you briefly wondered if you’d need an ice pack later. you could feel it bruising.
“satoru. chill. you're going to get us kicked out.” you whisper-shouted, mortified as the people in the row behind you began to audibly huff and groan.
“i am chilled!” he hissed back, though he was currently hunched over, using his candy flavoured popcorn bucket as a makeshift shield against the screen.
“it's just - the killer - he's incredibly stealthy for an amateur, it’s annoyingly interesting.”
every time a floorboard creaked in the movie, he would twitch. whenever the music swelled, he’d lean over to whisper (loudly) "he's going to jump out now, it's very predictable - bad writing, if you were to ask for my professional opinion, honestly."
a friday night movies date w/ toru.
you figured satoru, the guy who dedicated his entire life to dealing with monsters, would be the most perfect date.
right, of course - you were wrong.
barely ten minutes into the film, a screeching violin note signaled an upcoming jump scare, and satoru practically vaulted out of his seat.
he didn't just flinch; he let out a sharp undignified "hey!" and gripped your arm so hard you briefly wondered if you’d need an ice pack later. you could feel it bruising.
“satoru. chill. you're going to get us kicked out.” you whisper-shouted, mortified as the people in the row behind you began to audibly huff and groan.
“i am chilled!” he hissed back, though he was currently hunched over, using his candy flavoured popcorn bucket as a makeshift shield against the screen.
“it's just - the killer - he's incredibly stealthy for an amateur, it’s annoyingly interesting.”
every time a floorboard creaked in the movie, he would twitch. whenever the music swelled, he’d lean over to whisper (loudly) "he's going to jump out now, it's very predictable - bad writing, if you were to ask for my professional opinion, honestly."

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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a friday night movies date w/ toru.
you figured satoru, the guy who dedicated his entire life to dealing with monsters, would be the most perfect date.
right, of course - you were wrong.
barely ten minutes into the film, a screeching violin note signaled an upcoming jump scare, and satoru practically vaulted out of his seat.
he didn't just flinch; he let out a sharp undignified "hey!" and gripped your arm so hard you briefly wondered if you’d need an ice pack later. you could feel it bruising.
“satoru. chill. you're going to get us kicked out.” you whisper-shouted, mortified as the people in the row behind you began to audibly huff and groan.
“i am chilled!” he hissed back, though he was currently hunched over, using his candy flavoured popcorn bucket as a makeshift shield against the screen.
“it's just - the killer - he's incredibly stealthy for an amateur, it’s annoyingly interesting.”
every time a floorboard creaked in the movie, he would twitch. whenever the music swelled, he’d lean over to whisper (loudly) "he's going to jump out now, it's very predictable - bad writing, if you were to ask for my professional opinion, honestly."
a friday night movies date w/ toru.
you figured satoru, the guy who dedicated his entire life to dealing with monsters, would be the most perfect date.
right, of course - you were wrong.
barely ten minutes into the film, a screeching violin note signaled an upcoming jump scare, and satoru practically vaulted out of his seat.
he didn't just flinch; he let out a sharp undignified "hey!" and gripped your arm so hard you briefly wondered if you’d need an ice pack later. you could feel it bruising.
“satoru. chill. you're going to get us kicked out.” you whisper-shouted, mortified as the people in the row behind you began to audibly huff and groan.
“i am chilled!” he hissed back, though he was currently hunched over, using his candy flavoured popcorn bucket as a makeshift shield against the screen.
“it's just - the killer - he's incredibly stealthy for an amateur, it’s annoyingly interesting.”
every time a floorboard creaked in the movie, he would twitch. whenever the music swelled, he’d lean over to whisper (loudly) "he's going to jump out now, it's very predictable - bad writing, if you were to ask for my professional opinion, honestly."
its getting so hot man
hey eira just wanted to ask for your opinion. I’m writing a fanfic but i don’t know if i should write the character as y/n or give her a name. Like i’ve seen mixed reactions on how different people will feel with the two. Some people prefer one, others won’t read one if it’s not y/n or just an oc. Wanted to ask for your opinion. Love your writing btw!!
honestly write what feels best for you or what resonates with you more regardless of what people prefer but as for my opinion drabbles n oneshots work best w/ y/n as for a full on story definitely an oc i feel like it helps me better for building the character personality wise , shaping and envisioning it even if i dont end up writing a name down i always draft a name
pick wtv !! people will complain n nitpick either way, goodluck with writing n thank uuuu 🫶
asking nanami to put you in a headlock during sex. (18+)
you keep staring at his arms, even as he drives into you, hips snapping with a steady, punishing rhythm.
not because you mean to - you just can’t look away. his biceps flex and bulge with every thrust, veins standing out like ropes under skin that grips your hips hard enough to bruise.
the memory of his sleeve straining lingers as he leans closer, chest slick with sweat pressing against your breasts.
there’s nothing decorative about his arms; they’re functional - built for holding, restraining, pinning things that don’t want to be still.
and now, they’re right there: your wrists caught in one massive hand above your head, forearms caging you in as he fucks you harder.
your mouth dries, tongue sticking to the roof, arousal flooding your core, your walls milking him greedily. breath comes in ragged gasps, synced to his thrusts.
your nipples scrape against his chest, hardening into peaks that ache for attention.
nanami notices.
even mid-fuck, his eyes always flick to your face through the haze of lust - checking, because that’s the kind of man he simply is.

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It’s getting to the point where seeing any kind of celebrity worship makes me feel like someone is throwing acid at my eyes
satoru gojo is quite literally the worst person on earth to try and have a silent treatment with.
of course, he knows you’re mad, he knows he fucked up - but he also knows that if he can make your life "unbelievably" inconvenient, you’ll eventually have to break the silence just to tell him to stop.
here's the thing; you haven’t spoken to him in twelve hours.
you are a fortress of solitude, him?
he is a persistent, white-haired fly that cannot be swatted away because of his infinity or maybe a mosquito; sucking your energy out instead of blood.
he realised (unfortunately he is capable of realising things) that as long as you are self-sufficient, you can keep ignoring him. therefore, he must delete your ability to function.
it's 9am, you wake up and try to get out of bed - you can't.
no, not because he’s holding you, but because he has lowered the friction of the floor around your bed to exactly zero; you try to step down and your foot just slides back like you’re on the world’s most invisible ice rink.
satoru is sitting in the corner, casually reading a magazine upside down, doesn't say a word. he just watches you glide helplessly back onto the mattress. 0-1.