My Journey To Escape The War In Gaza

happy birthday to the god explosion murder dyamight

older bf! aizawa fixing all of my daddy issues. yeeeea. yeeeeeeeeeea.

i don’t even mean sexually!! like imagine opening up to him for the first time. you’ve been dating for a while and he knew some of your familial relationships were… strained to say the least, but he didn’t know the extent of it. you’re recalling some of your experiences — maybe a specific event, maybe just an overview — and he’s humming and nodding while listening to your words, his brows knitting together in a pitying expression. you think he’s pitying you anyway, you’re kind of avoiding his eyes as you speak.

your voice starts shaking after a moment and you’re internally cursing yourself for tearing up because why are you still so affected by the actions of your father? you pause for a second, swallowing against the lump in your throat and it’s so humiliating to fall apart in front of your boyfriend like this and—

and shota places a hand over yours. his hand is rough and calloused from hero work but so warm. he’s gazing wistfully at where your skin meets, his thumb so gently grazing over your knuckles before giving your hand a small squeeze. “i’m so sorry that happened to you, baby. you didn’t deserve that.” oh and his words are just barely there, but they ring louder than what anyone has ever told you in response to your past.

your eyes meet his after he speaks. you want to snap back out of some deep seated need to defend yourself (to make yourself seem less vulnerable, less pathetic, perhaps). of course you didn’t deserve what happened to you, that’s a dumb thing to point out. that’s what you’re about to say when your lips part, but only a small, shuddering breath leaves you.

you don’t even notice the tears rolling down your cheeks until shota brings up a warm hand to wipe them away, his body leaning closer to yours to press his lips against your forehead. you want to curse at him, to push him away and storm off for even daring to see you in this state… but you don’t.

instead you wrap your arms around his middle and hide your face in his neck (shame, maybe?) and cry. you’re not sobbing, but you can’t help the hiccuped breaths that leave you when his hand slips under the hem of your shirt to run his warm palm up and down your back. he doesn’t say anything after that.

yea, im a depraved horny freak, but i bet you didn't know that while i do talk abt being stuffed by cock, im also always full of love and radiate peace n joy, and flowers grow everywhere i walk by. bet they didn't tell u that part

mdni pls :p

ugggh getting mouthy w sukuna and he just sticks two thick fingers down ur throat to shut u up….. he just laughs when u gag and drool around them, even going as far as licking up the trail of spit rolling down ur chin :( he does it so shamelessly too!! doesn’t matter who’s around :((

and u know that he’s holding back just so he doesn’t completely humiliate u. if it were up to him he’d be forcing one of his cocks down ur throat the second u started talking back, location be damned.

he’s so nasty i hate him (lie)

if u wear glasses satorus cumming on them. like purposefully aiming for the pretty frames. he also volunteers to clean ur glasses for u after only to stick out his pink tongue nd run it alllll over ur face nd glasses to clean u.

i want to make suguru call me daddy. mhmhmhmhmhmhm

cw for drug mention :3

i need to stop hitting this cart cuz i’m thinking abt which meal each of my mutuals would be. if they were meals.

MY SCRUNKLIESSSSSSS 🫏🫏🫏🫏🫏🫏🫏🫏🫏 LOOK AT THEIR FOREHEHAHSHSHSHSDSSSSS EPEL YOU BETTER SHOW YOUR FOREHEAD ON MAAAAY 👹👹👹👹👹👹 vil has thick ass hair

need him to impregnate me NEOWWWWW

He’s finished

(so have I 👀)

the quote “they know where home is” rings true w me nd toji. i slut about for the whole month but i always come back to him when im ovulating

alr bruh i think u guys just secretly hate me 💔💔

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