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— ravishing: ryōmen sukuna.
— notes + warnings: human! husband! sukuna x wife! reader. slightly suggestive. domestic bliss because i am a self-proclaimed domestic fluff provider™ for a reason.
— word count: 1094
he was lounging on the sofa, phone in hand, crimson eyes seemingly deeply immersed in whatever was on-screen. the remains of his coffee had gotten cold, but he held onto an unspoken intention to finish it within the upcoming minutes. there was little to no fatigue clinging onto him, but the aftermath of his day stained his frame nonetheless; the pair of buttons undone to reveal his clavicle, an occasional yawn that he did not bother to veil with the palm of his hand, the subtle bend of his spine that suggested leisure. he is begging for it, you concluded.
confidence seeped from your pores as you stepped into the living room, wordlessly demanding attention. however, your stomping was too subtle to capture sukuna’s interest. perhaps he had taken notice of your footfalls but refused to humour you – you couldn’t tell.
you coughed, clearing your throat.
it was enough to make him look up, his brows going up to express an undeniable interest at the sight; your proud expression bearing gingerly mischief at its outlines as you slowly swayed your hips in order to make the skirt of your dress flow as if in the spring breeze. it was a lovely piece, hardly provocative save for a subtle v-line providing a small glimpse at cleavage. innocent. too innocent – excluding the way it revealed dying love-bites creeping up your neck. he would have to revive them, he thought.
something in your eye – an expectant, hopeful gleam – reflected an eager impatience; you were waiting for a praise, for something saccharine. honeyed. perhaps just a little indecent. you saw it in his gaze; coated and hazed with something akin to amour, softened in the manner familiar to you alone.
“oh? what’s this?” sukuna hummed, “do a little twirl for me, doll,” his phone was now abandoned and left to lay by a cushion, “let me see the whole thing.”
you obliged with sheer delight, the pirouette causing the material to flutter like a bud opening into a graceful flower. the movement exposed your knees for a split-second; a sight of forbidden fruit, teasing and tempting. a sense of warmth filled sukuna’s chest – you were utterly endearing and a sight to behold.
he would have patted his lap, as he always did when you, his precious little thing, chose to treat him to such a show. however, before he could set his palm onto his knee to deliver a message of that nature, you waltzed over with a grin tugging at the corners of your painted lips, straddling him with breathtaking decisiveness. the palms of your hands nested against his chest and made his body lean against the backrest of the sofa. instinctively, his own large ones came to lay across your thighs, moving up a little and dragging the skirt of the dress up merely a few inches.
his gaze gently devoured the make-up on your face; every hue, every line, every blend. the angle of your jaw. the tease at the edges of your lips. the loving provocation reflected in your eyes as you teasingly ran your palms across his breasts before wrapping your arms around his neck.
there was something in-between the lines of your approach that made it vividly demure. your skin did not seem to ache for the fervorous touch and bittersweet bites. you looked at him with a tender genre of hunger which let him know you would prefer he lay you gently rather than pin you down.
“you like it?” you whispered, your lips ghosting against the shell of his ear before you kissed his jaw. it sent shivers down his spine and then caused his body to relax.
“yes,” he admitted, “you look lovely, little one.”
“lovely?” disappointment dripped off your tongue as you pulled away to look down at him, your lips pursed and expression distorted to further express a sense of discontent. there was a dose of sarcasm subtly sprinkled over your alleged chagrin. sukuna chuckled at your reaction; a smooth, rich sound that never failed to tug at your heartstrings and stir something deep within the pit of your stomach.
“ravishing, my dear,” he added, lifting one of his hands off your thigh to cup your face between his fingers, “delectable,” his digits pressed into your skin, the pad of his thumb tapping over your pouting lips as if to inspect the lipstick and its quality, “and a little needy, too, i would say.”
his other hand trailed up your leg, slithering across your hip before moving to squeeze your buttock. you smiled, your own moving to rest against the one on your face.
“you’re imagining it,” you uttered against his thumb, placing a small kiss onto it before nuzzling his palm with your cheek, “i saw it on sale today. had to get it.” you elaborated for no reason in particular, “it’s so… dainty. leaves a lot to the imagination, doesn’t it?” there was something suggestive in your tone, dragging and tugging at your words very subtly.
“not everything,” sukuna claimed, his hand nudging your chin up so as to have you expose your neck all the more. the dress left a good patch of your skin bare, nearly to the valley of your breasts. sukuna leaned in, pressing a small, chaste kiss against your collarbone before moving his lips up towards your pulse. his open mouth ravished the expanse above your clavicle, and you shut your eyes in ecstasy as your fingernails gently scraped across his scalp; digits sunken into the strands of his blush hair. it was a form of encouragement.
a soft breath drifted off your lips, urging him to kiss you all the more; his teeth grazed your skin just enough to leave it ever so slightly aroused and pink.
the air grew thicker and sweeter; honey-like.
the dedication with which sukuna tended to you made you aware that his mind was slowly getting clouded by desire. the way he pulled you closer against him, his hands trailing across the outlines of your body, spoke volumes of starvation slowly heating up inside of him.
you had to make it worse.
“i might have bought new lingerie, too…” your voice trailed off, and you could almost hear the way sukuna’s eyes rolled back behind his closed lids as he groaned against the sweet spot at the curve of your neck. it took him just a second to push you down onto the sofa.
it was nearly a pity that his desire to undress you peaked whenever you chose to dress up for him.
thank you for reading!
— kamesama.
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— eyes: william rex.
— notes + warnings: william rex x harriet crawford ( oc ). no warnings. a little something written solely to treat myself because i've almost reached a point of a burnout. yes, i am playing something by cybird again.
— word count: 429
your eyes betray you, robin.
she walked erect; proud and unbeatable, a monarch with no war lost. sometimes, her lips seemed to press shut as if honouring an oath that allowed no slip-ups. something tremendously heavy lurked in-between the thick hairs of her eyebrows and appeared to warn that a step too close could be fatal. it was the mock-authority; a seal on her heart. a fortress greatly guarded.
but her eyes. oh, her eyes; the pools of warm hazel like forest grounds basked in sunlight. like ferns and moss and penny buns and tree barks. a pair of traitors overwhelmed with curiosity, clouded by wonder so profound it almost pierced a veil of reality. akin to little thieves, they stole their glances at whatever called out to them; a dress shamelessly displayed beyond the boutique's window, a handsome man made mysterious by a fedora, a steaming pastry resting underneath a generous layer of powdered sugar in the bakery, and – whenever they thought they were particularly slick – a certain villain.
they seemed to attempt to strip him off of something; to plunge deep underneath the gloomy waves of his mind. it was a tenacious, burdensome endeavor, it seemed. the type to leave one empty handed.
william relished in getting crumbs of such attention. bold, yet utterly shy, reeking of interest despite the best efforts to remain subtly unnoticed. it spoke volumes of a desire – dark and velvety – kept under a lock and key. he recognised it as a cry for help. a plea for attention. an unspoken prayer for him to make the walls of her fortress crumble into nothing but dust.
and it was loud.
william heard it across the vast sea of chitter-chatter and clinks and clanks. his crimson eyes – sharp and smiling – trailed off a man who’s just bid him the most cordial farewell, and met hers. she devoured him and found him hard to digest, it appeared; a notion that made his smooth smirk deepen with an unspoken promise. she stripped him of both clothes and facade, and he remained certain that she ached to have her hands on his skin and herself beneath it.
your eyes betray you, robin. they’re begging you to give in, tempting you to trust.
but ever so stubborn, she looked away, wholly unaware of how her thoughts leaked from out of her pores; seeping. her gaze drifted elsewhere, once more hazed by a heavy thought. a wonder. a decision in the making.
you know what they say, my little girl – stare into the abyss, and the abyss stares back at you.
thank you for reading!
— kamesama.
#ikevil#ikemen villains#ikevil william#william rex#harriet crawford#kamesama#i cannot believe i'm writing for an ikemen series again#( derogatory )#but william has stolen my heart ok
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Hullooooos Kamebbys 🌻 I hope you're taking care of yourself and eating good noms (I brought you panccs 🥞🥞🥞 just in case)
For one-word prompts, may I request a Mahito + Scientist 👀✨(yus its the mind palace agenda bhdsbhds I hope that's okay --have yet to finish JJK S2, I miss my problematic son v much)
Good luck with your exams, I believe in you!! 🍀🍀🍀
i appreciate the panccs, always. i finally got some time on my hands ( not really ) bcs i'm sick so that means i can write ( it doesn't ). also, bbys, i'm sorry, i love you but this man is deranged and i can only write him as such.
— scientist: mahito. ( one word prompt )
his grandest schemes, eagerly and thoroughly made on a whim, sought to result in an insatiable satisfaction of his messy, deranged wits. the havoc. the chaos. oh, how he adored it — the sight of a face slowly painted over with a sticky layer of stupefaction; sanity evaporating from the eyes like vapour; lips quivering with wordless laments as hope slipped through the equally trembling fingers. and he adored it red; mutilated; gruesome. it dragged the edges of his lips into most delighted of smiles. after all, the world was his to experiment on, for he was the scientist.
thank you for reading!
— kamesama.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk mahito#mahito#kamesama#albbys#i cannot believe albbys made me write for mahito
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congratulations !! 🥺✨🥂
— 260 FOLLOWERS EVENT !
After 2 years, I have lost and gained many followers but here I am, aren’t I? I have been meaning to do this for a long while but among many things in life, I didn’t have time to do anything for everyone who actually finds me interesting and enjoys what I enjoy (bonus points to those who interact with me!) But I finally decided to do it! Here are some thing you can choose from:
Intro Post:
Gowns: I’ll pick an outfit fit for a noble ball based off your blog aesthetic — specify gender
Masquerade Balls: Send me some information about you + a fandom of your choice and I’ll make a moonboard after selecting a romantic match
Castle Walls: I’ll design a moonboard based after your blog or and aesthetic/prompt of your choice
Secrets: Feel free to ask any questions and I’ll answer truthfully
Royal blood: Ask any question for any of my own characters and I’ll answer
Eleanor Cadell, daughter of Eros (Pjo)
Irene Cadell, daughter of Thrasos (Pjo)
Lucien Heifcourth, son of Hecate (Pjo)
Aurora Corbin (Aot)
Kamiko Sumeragi (Jjk)
Secret Letters: I’ll write a little letter for you! (Close mutals only)
The Chosen Life: Similar to Masquerade Balls, send me some information about you + a fandom and I’ll assign you your lover + enemy + best friend + anything else suitable for that specific fandom (Pjo would have a cabin and Harry Potter would have your house etc.)
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— Thank you! And please be respectful and patient. I have lots on my plate right now and may take some time to complete your request.
Tagging a few mutals: @nicosavior456, @nandosango, @averagetoyakinnie, @fourtyfourcatss, @m1ckeyb3rry, @toomanyfandomsimfanvergent, @darkskvll, @24-primaveras, @wiispywitch, @stargirl-exe, @riordanness, @kamesama, @percabeths-blue-cookies
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nanami is an absolute dream come true for book girlies because, well, he reads 🤭
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— match-up trade: jjk + twst.
for @imjustabeanie › match-up trades › thank you so much for reaching out! i had lots of fun writing this, especially because i found your info quite relatable? i hope you like it. i figured that someone who is self-assured, but not flashy, would fit you the best. someone with thick skin, and perhaps just a tidbit calmer so as not to clash and wreck havoc. someone who can be patient yet not rot in your shadow, but rather stand alongside you. i did not straight up say it, but i get the vibe that 'friends to lovers' vibe would work well for you? especially with characters that won't really give you the pleasure of getting riled up when you try to ruffle their feathers. that being said . . .
your match: getō suguru.
plum purple. nebulae. pondering about some invisible dog ear on pages of reality. the point underneath the ocean surface where sunlight stops reaching through. amethyst spheres and smooth moonstones. matching earrings. marbles. inked line-art. morally grey fictional characters. constellations. fields with clear view at the night sky. musings. pearls in tightly shut oysters. smell of jasmine and new books. reassuring weight of a palm, soothing against the expanse of your back, saying what the words cannot embody. story excitedly shared with someone who listens. friendly banter ending in snickering. hair-brush combing through the strands along with the fingers. nude sincerity expressed with no fear.
the youthful getō suguru blooms with potential when it comes to the notion of getting to hold your hand — he has the capacity to fill in the gaps, that twist of his lips speaking volumes of the unsaid.
you are a river with a bold and unpredictable flow that suguru happens to manage quite well. after all, he bears the title of gojō satoru's best friend, no? whatever frosty exterior you choose to wear does not do much to intimidate him; if anything, he respects your mannerisms and fairness when you choose to display them — which so happens to be more than often enough. that being said, suguru can withstand the storm; if you are so inclined to speak his ear off in regards to whatever has nicked a nerve, he will listen, and if he deems it as unsavoury, you will know. because of this, he inspires a certain sense of trust, whether it be intentional or not. so, getō suguru does not spinelessly nod his head to each and every notion that falls from your lips; he speaks of whatever angle he is observing from, pondering along. the sheer broadness of your own moral spectrum leaves the two of you with vast common grounds and possibility of a quite fine level of mutual understanding. who knows, maybe you are meant to be a pair of misunderstood souls together?
there is a sense of calm to getō that contrasts the proportions of your own chaos. even if he can be prone to certain extremes of his own, there is an elegance in the way he goes about them. something sharp and profound lingers in his gaze as it trails after you; he does not string you along, aching for you to make a move. however, suguru bears enough dignity within him not to succumb to your own wits as easily as you may desire — there is an allure of mystery lingering along; a whispered promise of a tease left to be seized. his lips threaten to curl into a smile at whatever whirlpool the two of you could possibly get yourself into. yet, he remains patient among it all; there is not a moment in which he clicks his tongue at your pace. if anything, he prefers it steady and nurtured rather than blazing. suguru can appreciate a sense of intimacy that comes hand-in-hand with such timing. your relationship is comfortably grown with understanding spoon-fed to it.
being with getō suguru means to accept, and to be accepted. it is to thread along the borders of unconventional; to speak of profound things or sit in content silence if such is preferred by the whims. your ambitiousness would be greatly supported and encouraged, nearly passionately so, for suguru also has grand desires of his own that he has no shame in turning into reality. he has worked hard to achieve his position in the world, and knows what it is like to pour in effort and fight against the competition. think of it as a 'power couple' dynamic, because it truly is like so — sheer strength and trust, bonded with something carnal and quietly honest. there is sincerity here, by all means, but it's dressed unlike your average transparency.
suguru is not one for the overly grandiose displays; he leaves the loud, flashy theatrics to others. however, he has a flair for his own kind of dramatic and intimate alike. oh, and he can indeed pick a gift; reading between the lines and knowing a character well enough to go for something that will tickle their fancy. rest assured that whatever he ends up getting for you will suit your tastes. he sees whatever it is that your eyes trail after as you walk alongside him.
the dates have a certain sprinkle of serene to them; reading together or enjoying a film that teases the wits may be an easy go-to. a conversation over a favoured beverage, worlds bended to fit your idealistic narratives or faults of reality pointed out. bringing up a question of how long it takes for the last ray of dead star's light to reach the earth, or just how in the world do the deep sea creatures manage within such pressure. a hand over your back, going down to your thighs, wordlessly reassuring that each and every curve is perfect and breathtaking without a single term of vulgarity used.
other matches: kashimo hajime. ryōmen sukuna.
your match: trey clover.
cinnamon and sugar. vials full of curiously coloured substances, neatly sealed and to be handled with care. powdered sugar glistening like stars or snow. laughter so strong it causes an ache. mischievous looks shared across the room; unspoken understanding. opposites attracting; feeler and thinker, providing for fulfilment and growth in more areas. middle ground. work done meticulously. smell of baked goods. quiet mornings. matching pyjamas. lazy weekends spent together, isolated. words of encouragement. pushing one another in the right direction. stained glasses. rose water. malachite.
nurturing and mature, trey possesses the ability to see the bigger picture and read between the lines, so as not to be intimidated by the superficial. his friendships and alliances leave him with skin thick enough to handle and enjoy you, capable of seeing far beyond your sarcasm.
trey may possess far more brakes than you do, whether they be in regards to morality or merely his own preferences in actions and approach. but, rather than titling them a strain, they serve as a pleasant contrast. there is an even, non-judgemental ground that trey lays out like a tablecloth, serving names of your feelings as dishes. what you have a hard time grasping, given your preference for the more logical sides of things, trey can label more easily. in contrast to this, your unapologetic honesty offers him perspectives that he might not have considered beforehand, especially given his mother-hen tendencies. in such sense, the two of you fill one another's gaps naturally.
not prone to extremes, trey brings the middle-ground into an argument; a reassurance that excelling is not a mandatory means of justifying one's character and existence. he opens a window to the world less stiff, where expectations don't reign with such a tight fist. a deep breath is all he encourages, and while he would never stand in the way of your ambitions, he makes sure to remind you step back on those days where you push yourself too much.
yet, he humours your wits and engages in playful banter. he has his own preference for pranks, but you rubbed off on him here and there, and perhaps he has gotten a little more mischievous lately. a locked gaze is all it takes for a mutual understanding to settle down and speak quiet volumes as the two of you come up with whatever story, observing the way in which the poor third person buys every single word of it. a good laugh is guaranteed right after; a fond memory made.
trey has his own little twists that go well with your colours, but he brings a certain sense of belonging, above all else. there is no ulterior motive when it comes to you, so you can rest assured when it comes to trusting him. there is no competition, and there are no lies. although, trey's own tendency to keep it all drama-free may lead to certain, small insincerities uttered solely for the sake of maintaining peace, yet those do not present a burden too heavy, do they? remind him in that stern voice of his that such little nothings are unnecessary; he needs to be shaken a little every now and then.
think laughs over the kitchen counter as you dust flour at one another's faces, or wipe sweet whipped cream onto a nose. acting like mad scientists upon stumbling across an interesting alchemical finding. giving opposite opinions or tips at the same time; one encouraging havoc, the other calming it. looking for constellations. being served a warm, baked good first thing in the morning lest it soothes your bad mood.
other matches: azul ashengrotto. jamil viper.
thank you for reading!
— kamesama.
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friend sent me this ( needed it @crystal13unny <3 ty ) and i'm jumping on this train bcs exams are killing me & i love domestic hcs;
soft! sukuna who listens to you vent about something that occurred at work; or pays close attention as you run your mouth, blabbering about whatever it is that tickles your fancy and fascinates you. his cheek is against his palm, crimson eyes stuck onto your face, taking in the way your brows furrow and wrinkle your skin, or eyes light up.
soft! sukuna who pulls you in the bath with him, digits pressing into your shoulders, drawing out all the tension that has built up in those muscles. he makes sure to trace his lips across your skin, starting from the nape of your neck, having moved your hair to the side and out of the way. the water is warm and smells divine.
soft! sukuna who is so proud of you for remaining steadfast. he may not go out of his way to say it, but you can hear it in the manner he utters out a pet-name or see it in the way he looks at you. it's spoken through the unusually tender touch, as he runs his fingers through your hair or lifts you up, stealing you away for whatever prize you've earned with your hard-work.
soft! sukuna who holds your hair back when you're hugging the toilet, patting you on the back and sighing out, there, there. he carries you back to bed and tucks you in, practically threatening you to drink as much water as you can with his gaze alone.
soft! sukuna who scoops you up when you fall asleep on the couch or at your desk, lightly clicking his tongue upon witnessing that scene. he lays you down onto the bed, watches you for a moment as you slumber and settles himself next to you, pulling you close against his chest.
hope op doesn't mind this turning into a thread 😅
hard sukuna this rough sukuna that what abt soft sukuna who holds u through the night just letting u exist in his arms ?? idk I'm running on four hours of sleep bestie so hopefully this is typed out right lmao </3 i hope ur doing okay today too aa and i love miso's pretty collar <33
soft sukuna who’s basically like a huge guard dog. he looks scary on the outside, thick black tattoos and sharp angled features. he’s menacing to anyone who doesn’t know him but to you he’s the sweetest most gentle person in the world :(
he swipes food at the corner of your mouth with his thumb so softly his touch feels like that of a ghost. the first thing sukuna does when he sees you is open his arms wide and pull you into his chest, pressing a kiss to your hairline because he wants to tell you he missed you without telling you he missed you.
when you work late sukuna has a bath already ran for you and dinner in the microwave or on the stove waiting for you because he hates it when you bring work home feel shitty after a days work.
sukuna is all small gestures rather than words, he takes care of the little things for you like the dishes or sorting mail or grabbing something you forgot during grocery shopping. he likes to hold you and tuck you in, give you massages and help you get rid of headaches!!
sukuna is good and tender :(
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NOT MY GIRLY SERVING.
this mental image is absolutely everything. the 'awakening' part still cracks me up so much. god bless you and this au 🥰✨
meeting the house guard dog
ryoumen sukuna x afab!reader | fluff | ~550 words
warnings: suggestive themes, otherwise none !!
a/n: this is for my darling @kamesama ,, we came up with this lil idea that we're besties who'd date yuuji n sukuna in the au where they're brothers. so this is my first meet drabble for kame n sukuna !! 🤭 i hope ya enjoy, my loves !!
18+ MDNI
“who the hell are you?” piercing brown eyes look down on you accompanied by a sneer so sharp it makes you step back. he does a once over of your body and shifts slightly.
you minutely shake your head and take a step back forward, clearing your throat and regarding this (handsome) stranger with as intense a look you could muster.
“what’s it to you?” you scoff, tilting your chin up so you could look him in the eyes.
“maybe because i live here, you b–”
“‘kuna!” a mirror image of the asshole before you rushes up behind him. “stop it!” this second stranger wrestles his way to stand in the doorway with the first stranger. he offers you an apologetic smile.
“hi!” he introduces himself as yuuji, your best friend’s boyfriend, and invites you to come inside while you wait for her to come out.
yuuji disappears back into the house and you try to follow him inside but are stopped by the first stranger’s arm. kuna, yuuji had called him.
you look back at him and he��s still glaring down at you. he exhales a groan through his nose and crosses his arms, moving to the side to give you the minimum amount of space to enter the house.
once you cross the threshold, you turn to sukuna with a sly smirk.
“‘kuna?”
“sukuna.”
“what are you, the house guard dog?”
“yuuji’s brother.”
“interesting.” you cross your arms and push past sukuna, looking around the foyer as you enter the house. “nice place.”
sukuna scoffs and closes the front door, leaning his back against it. “so why’re you here?”
“i'm picking up my best friend.” you sit down on the bench a few steps from the door. “yuuji’s girlfriend.”
“she probably won't be out for a while.” sukuna drawls, walking deeper into the house. you get up and follow him, questioning him. “her and my brother have been having an…awakening of sorts.”
your eyes widen and you stifle a chuckle at sukuna’s implication. he sits down on the couch, man spreading to provide next to no room for you.
“great…” you stand in front of him, fidgeting with your fingers as you think of something else to say. “i guess…yuuji can walk her home.” you motion toward the door. “i should go then.”
sukuna watches you turn around, letting his eyes travel to your ass without a shred of shame. nice, he decides. he clears his throat again, causing you to turn around.
you watch as he shifts so that his knees approximate and there's suddenly enough space for you to sit next to him on the couch.
“you could go…if you're afraid of getting your ass beat in mario kart.”
you fight back a smile and walk to where sukuna is sat, feeling like you're on stilts, and take the spot next to him on the couch. he passes you a switch remote and turns on the console.
“you're actually allowing me to stay?” you tease, accepting the switch remote from him.
“don't give yourself a stroke thinking about it too much, doll.” sukuna keeps his gaze trained on the screen but lets his knees fall open once more. "it ain't that deep."
you gulp at the physical contact and focus on the screen as best you can. but it's extremely hard, given there's a certain pink haired, handsome asshole bumping his knee against yours to distract you.
taglist: none! lemme know if you wanna be added to my jjk taglist !!
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"runner up: nanami."
i'm on a roll with nanami matches and i thought this was going to be one, too, but when i saw gojō i FLIPPED.
your analysis sold me so much ?? it's not okay ?? wdym it makes sense ?? wdym getting cakes with gojō ?? getting to hug him and all that jazz ?? man is great at all things he does, i bet he will nail coffee making in the first try.
i love how you approach your match-writing, it's such a nice format that gives a lot of insight and really wraps things up! i loved this, it's so refreshing. thank you so much once again <3
[ matchmaking... ]
@kamesama : [ match report ready ]
your match is…
✦ Gojo Satoru
Considering how much of an absolute menace the man is on most occasions, it’s safe to say that Gojo would delight in pestering you. The way he pesters you is similar to the way he pesters Nanami - you have this stern, serious, put-together demeanor about you and Gojo wants to see it crack, whether it be you snapping at him or cracking a smile. The first handful of interactions you have with him will likely end with you scowling at him while he laughs and makes his escape, with an “until next time!” thrown over his shoulder. He’s perceptive, able to tell that you hold quite a bit of yourself back when you’re not close with someone. It’s purely curiosity at first; you’re the newest little puzzle for him to figure out and he isn’t emotionally invested. So why is it that the more you start to show your true colors, he finds himself latching onto each of your reactions to his antics? When did he start hoping to impress you and make you smile?
Gojo is absolutely delighted when you open up, showing your wild and affectionate side. Letting loose in his presence once you’ve grown comfortable with him, the things coming out of your mouth are out-of-pocket and even startling. He can’t help but crack up, mirth in his blue eyes and a wide grin on his face. This is something he encourages at every turn, loving the way that you brighten around him, loving the way that you brighten him. Yes, he loves your meticulous, organized nature - even if he teases you about it - but this is a side of you that you only show to select people, and he’s honored to be one of them. And when the time comes that you have to get back to the grind, surrounded by strangers and acquaintances, there’s a quiet chuckle that leaves his lips as he sees the shift in your demeanor, your face settling into a stoic expression and your spine straightening as you square your shoulders.
He melts into your hugs, wrapping his strong arms tightly around you in return. His heart rate settles when he’s able to hold you. Being so untouchable all the time can wear one down… he doesn’t have the luxury to simply leave his defenses down all the time. Add to the fact that he simply hasn’t had the chance to become emotionally close to very many people. It’s no wonder that these moments are so dear to him - being able to indulge a bit, let his walls down, let you in. He starts to seek out your touch just as much as you seek out his, but he won’t admit that he’s perhaps a bit touch-starved.
He relishes in your straightforward, blunt nature. Gojo could really care less if your words might occasionally seem insensitive to some; in his opinion, there are too many people who hide behind polite smiles and roundabout, vague responses. You’re direct and straight to the point, something that is increasingly helpful when time is short. Instead of placating someone, you’re going to give an honest answer. Gojo finds this part of you so refreshing, and sometimes so amusing. You won’t need to worry about rubbing him the wrong way - he has thick skin and more than enough confidence in himself. More importantly, he knows you’re not trying to be hurtful or insensitive; you tend to just call it like you see it. However, that doesn’t mean that he won’t act like a wounded little puppy, asking you how you could say such a cruel thing about him.
As goal-oriented and ambitious as you can be, you remember to take time to enjoy life. It can sometimes be difficult for you, prone to perfectionism and high ideals, but you carve out a small space for hedonism in your life. Gojo so often comes across as happy-go-lucky, living life to the fullest, but he’s masking the fact that he feels trapped by this title of the strongest. He does often enjoy life’s small pleasures on a superficial level, but it can feel a bit empty, a bit meaningless. You could very well be a good influence on him in this aspect, forcing him to slow down and just focus on the moment, focus on the amount of peace and happiness that can be found in these little things, such as indulging in his favorite dessert with the company of someone he cares about. He begins to learn that it’s okay to indulge here and there, despite the weight on his shoulders.
You’re strong-minded, highlighted by your firm boundaries and principles. This works very well with Gojo, who exemplifies strength in any way he possibly can, even when it weighs heavily. It’s clear that you value yourself, your time, and your space; you have no intention of letting anyone disrespect that. Gojo might push people’s buttons (including yours) while bantering and teasing them, but he makes it a point to avoid crossing any major boundaries. Your values are held tightly to your chest; they make you who you are, form the core of your motivations.
He’s so fond of the fact that you know who you are and are insistent on staying as true to yourself as you can. Your strength of mind is also shown in the way that you’re decisive. You weigh your options carefully, but it’s not long before you make a decision; and you stick to it. Ever-so-flighty Gojo can be decisive… but there are times where he simply hands the decision-making to someone else. Don’t be surprised if he throws a handful of date ideas out at you, expecting you to pick one.
He’s happy to indulge in coffee dates with you. Considering his sweet tooth, he opts for drinks heavily saturated with sugar, milk, and artificial flavorings. He also doesn’t have a go-to drink since he has fun trying out new flavor combinations. His ever-watchful eyes are quick to pick up on your habits and drinks of choice. A delicate eyebrow quirks when he notices just how often you have a cup of coffee with you, even when you two haven’t gone out on any recent café dates.
“Are you sure you should be having that much coffee?” he teases, knowing he really has no room to talk considering his sugar addiction. Well, everyone has their quirks; there are much worse things that you could be obsessed with. In a surprisingly domestic show of love, Gojo learns how you prefer to make coffee for yourself while at home. Anytime you might want a cup, Gojo insists on making it himself. Once he learns your routine (and assuming it works out with his own irregular schedule), he gets your coffee ready without prompting so it’s ready for you when you head out the door.
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— match-up trade: jjk.
for @rav--en › match-up trades › the way i instantly knew. the way this clicked in my head. i have a vision, and i stand by it, even if it's on thin ice. i don't care.
your match: ryōmen sukuna.
carnivorous plants; venus flytraps and sundews. expanded horizon underneath your feet. paint stains. ambitious works in progress. heads held high. thick books with pages yellow from promises of knowledge. russian realism. black cats. icicles. flickering candle flame that cannot seem to burn still. hot wax on your skin. latin quotes. steel. tattoos telling stories. unwavering dedication to one's own unconventional cause; blood boiling with intent and power. rawness. no moulds to fit into. haunting caws of crows on the cold winter morning. naked trees withholding the bite of frost and snow, living to see the spring. mutual understanding; shared opinions and views. dry lips. cold shoulders. psychological thrillers. night blooming into dawn. blood or bones. centuries old churches in the dead of night. quarter moons. doing things for the sake of it. following heart's desires.
unconventional, by all means. you possess a great bundle of traits that ryōmen sukuna can respect. it's a compliment — not many manage to earn a nod of his head and delighted curl of his lips. the boldness with which you carry yourself demands his acknowledgement, whether you seek it or not.
romantic may not be the best word to describe the bond, yet something lurks in-between the lines of your interactions. it's the curiosity that gleams in sukuna's crimson eye when he speaks to you, delighted to hear what it is you spit out. beneath a mask of sheer monstrosity, the disgraced one most certainly holds an affinity towards the arts, regardless of their form. your interest in prose and painting alike, as well as your own involvement with the craft, has his attention in a firm grasp. conversations with sukuna are profound and productive, and he does not have a tendency to break his neck looking back into the whirlpool of the past. both of you stand in the present, looking at the horizon at hand. banter is guaranteed, so look forward to having your wits satisfied. or frustrated, perhaps.
your independency goes well with sukuna. a strong shell and tough skin is needed to handle someone such as himself, but it is worth it; he is, after all, a man of great ambitions and an out-of-the-box thrill-seeker. you have what it takes to keep him on his toes, and he has what it takes to claw at your curiosity, engaging in your past-times because they too seem to tickle his fancy.
it's the development of an unique dynamic. well thought-out gifts with underlying messages may not seem like something befitting of sukuna, but you'd be wrong; he can appreciate a witty, personalised present as much as he can craft it — even if his tastes are rather peculiar. touches are raw and individualistic; a language of their own, narrating that which is not to be said with the rolls and twists of the tongue. it's the actions, and not the empty words. it's the trust and respect maintained despite the distance within both time and space. it's the dedication reflected in blunt, uncensored encouragement. and sometimes, it's the bittersweet aftertaste of your favoured genre of coffee; an amused scoff over a clever pun; a love letter written somewhere among the rows of prose shared in the ungodly hour.
the potential for clashing is grand, yes. sukuna's every breath reeks with confidence so overwhelming that it masquerades as sheer arrogance. he is as unforgiving as he can get, and you do not nod your head obediently to that which doesn't appease to your whims. the battle of egos has a great possibility of taking a turn for massacre, but a silver lining remains that it has an equal chance of blossoming into something akin to once-in-a-lifetime companionship. that's the thrill of it, no?
perhaps this is what a modern novel would label as power couple. maybe with the smallest, most petite sprinkle of the rivals to lovers trope.
other matches: gojō satoru.
thank you for reading!
— kamesama.
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— match-up trade: jjk.
for @anni-is-here › match-up trades › hello !! thank you for reaching out to me, i had fun writing this <3 i hope this will be to your liking; i was torn here and there but ultimately certain details won me over. anyway . . .
your match: fushiguro megumi.
rainfall, arriving quietly; prolonged rumble of thunder. leather boots with edge to them. band t-shirts. concerned looks. 'get some rest' text messages in the late hours. ice cream. questionable reputation. sharp glares. shivers down the spine followed by goosebumps. profound understanding. weightlessness upon the tongue after finally uttering a heavy word. anchors and brakes. raised brows. 'paint it, black' by the rolling stones. deep wonders of water and wondrous possibilities of sun-kissed earth. sizzle of fire devouring the wood; growing bigger, bigger, bigger. a hand on your shoulder. tongue tied silences. leather bracelets; matching. blunt reminders and harsh truths spoken with the best intentions. tough love. a hug softening the edge of sharp words. cracking knuckles.
fushiguro megumi might furrow his brows at the bold, eager encouragement of violence. that doesn't mean he has much against it, however. he has his own bruise-filled stories; pearls hidden deep within an oyster of his life. megumi doesn't mind the bluntness, dryness or sarcasm; god knows he comes off as arid more often than not. in those regards, he is more than ready to accept you as you are without leaving much wiggle room for misunderstandings. it takes a great deal to leave him wounded. unnerved, though? that's a different story. perhaps your bond can be a little rough around the edges here and there; your similarities stick close and then part ways in the most unusual of spots, but your character demands a certain dose of respect that fushiguro can offer.
he might consider you a wild one, with the way you will utter that a fence seems to be begging you to climb over it, only to see those very words come true within seconds. however, it is exactly this sincerity to yourself that earns his admiration. your strengths and capabilities are very much noted. in addition, your moral values fill the same basket — more or less. megumi is not the most humanitarian and there are various shades of grey in his moral spectrum, but when he cares, it's the real deal. whilst fushiguro is not as keen to solve issues with the might of his fist, he most certainly doesn't claim that violence is not the answer. he might not let you ram headfirst into a fight, but you will receive understanding from him. in fact, he might as well approach you with a desire to spar and practice. that being said, the two of you scream quality time.
it's a slow but fluid sort of relationship; not the type in which sparks fly and hearts flutter. it's the acknowledgement of one another's strength and experiencing the intimacy of expressing warmth to one another. it's developing your own language because both of you find it hard to put emotions on your tongue and spit them out; they never look too well wearing the label of words. it's a struggle, but worth wiggling through. it's acceptance of cold, sharp edges and shadows. it's devotion and protection of that gleeful goofiness that peeks its head out in the moments of comfort and trust. it's knowing that your vulnerable secret is safe in the hands of the other; it will not fall out of the grip. it will not shatter.
and it's the little things; megumi reminds you to stop chewing your lips. at some point, he places his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing; or at least to nudge you to loosen up. the chat logs contain a reminder to rest well every now and then. there is a touch of domesticity; casual clothes smelling of laundry detergent and faded perfumes. shirts with worn-out pictures and megumi's chin against the top of your head as thunder roars outside the window — the blinds are pulled up, revealing cloudy sky. a small sarcastic bite in his own words; a joke in the making and the threat of his lips begging to curl upwards.
other matches: nanami kento. inumaki toge.
thank you for reading!
— kamesama.
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NO WAY YOU DID THAT. that's so cool !! i never thought about how these would look if collaged all together.
gaolang wongsawat, kanoh agito, tokita ohma and wakatsuki takeshi as random aesthetics
▏GAOLANG WONGSAWAT.
red apple and cinnamon scented candles. teal ocean and wet sand. steamy warmth that fills the bathroom once you're done blow-drying your hair. oriental shower gels and aftershaves. vase of flowers lighting up a room. silk. comfort of clean bedsheets. bathrobes. mountain chains. butter and honey spread on a slice of warm bread. a weekend off work. specks of dust floating in the beam of sunlight. tiramisu.
▏KANOH AGITO.
the 'black ice' car freshener. minimalist edginess of men's beauty products. smell of gasoline. closet full of black clothes. leather. 'john wick' movies. water with ice and mint. disorientation felt right after walking out of the cinema. tire marks on the road. shot of espresso. stainless steel. looking for easter eggs. taking games too seriously. spacing out in your living room. getting caught in the rain. thunderstorms.
▏TOKITA OHMA.
flowers and weeds growing out of cracks in concrete. walking home after midnight. savoury flavour of good meat. trashcan full of fast food wrapping paper. denim. worn-out hoodies. street cats that ignore you when you try to pet them. rust on barbed wire fence. bruised knuckles. cracks in the wall. shadow of past following you. staying up all night playing video games. abandoned buildings conquered by ivy.
▏WAKATSUKI TAKESHI.
whiskey. beer foam. getting lost in long conversations about nothing in particular. last sparks of a dying fire that need very little to ignite once again. toothpaste dripping into the sink. capability of the simplest sentence to change your mindset. tiger eye and lava stone. marigolds. messy handwriting. boldly observing the world behind lens of sunglasses. trusting that your secret is safe. a small circle of close friends.
thank you for reading! feedback would be appreciated!
— kame
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— dairokuten-maō: ryōmen sukuna.
— notes + warnings: n/sfw because suggestive. romanticisation of unhealthy stuff. it's sukuna, you get the point.
— word count: 531
he is a ghoul — he bleeds you out and licks your wounds with a foul tongue. he praises you; his pathetic little doll, his gleamy-eyed plaything, his beloved crybaby. dear god, you sigh as he crushes you, burns you, only to bring your crumbled fragments, your charred remains together again, shaping you into a prized possession on his shelf. the grandest piece in his collection. he shreds your pride and cracks it with a twist of his heel. he drags it in the mud and puts it in a grave with no intention of uttering a single prayer.
he is an artist — the twisted kind, the unconventional. his teeth paint vile scenes across your skin; red, blue and purple. he turns your lips into something precious; into rubies, garnets, jaspers. you scribble across his marked back in the thrives of cruel ecstasy, dragging desperate lines bearing crimson pearls in their midsts, and he kisses the edge of your jaw almost tenderly with horrific joy and horrendous pride. go on, go on, he encourages, tempting you to wound him in return all the more. squirm and resist, gasp and plead, because he wants you to keep trying. keep trying.
he is a disaster — not a single thing blooms in the palm of his hand save for the starving, warmongering curls of flames. they twist and devour, and their passionate kiss brings the underworld to its knees. not a single thing blooms in the palm of his hand save for you; desperate and doomed, open and willing like a peony flower matured minutes after rainfall. you come undone. unraveled. time and time and time again until your lungs drown in the inferno and throat chokes on the embers. he handles you through the fluorescence and you wrap around him like ivy, aware that you might as well wither otherwise.
he is a menace — with his crooked, wicked smile and bent neck. filthy tongue ghosts over his lip before he flashes his fangs, something unholy dripping right out of his mouth, piercing. amusement seeps from his pores and floods his face as you turn chagrined and exasperated, your mind filled with nothing but the thoughts of him and him alone. you can only spit out his name, and your eyes can only shed tears that he adores sucking off your lashes like morning dew on grass strands. can you even hear yourself, he asks, eyes beaming with curiosity as he cocks his head. your heart throbs and overfills and spills all over.
he is an alleviation — only in the way he submerges your thoughts and deluges your senses. he kisses away the frostbite across your ribcage solely to set your lungs aflame and make your skin gleam with sweat. he is the sole torrent coursing through the present with a force so ferocious that it leaves you no gap to catch a breath of past or a glimpse of future. there is only now that he chains you to, for you should not perturb your pretty little head with the thoughts of yesterday's wars or tomorrow’s armageddon. hush and take it. think of nothing else. you wouldn’t dare think of anything else, would you?
thank you for reading!
— kamesama.
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— baby, i'm yours: itadori yūji.
— notes: meet cute; normal life! au; reader is friends with choso; song in question is baby, i'm yours by arctic monkeys; drabble trade with @bokutosbiceps ily honey.
— word count: 461
you turn your head, throwing a glance over your shoulder at the sound of a familiar voice calling out your name. as if following the arched path of reflex, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips instantly. it wrinkles the skin beneath your eyes as a quiet, subtle proof of your joy.
“choso, hi! what’s up?”
smile, alas fainter, pushes the male’s lips into a similar expression of cordial glee. he nods his head in an acknowledgement of your question, offering a response that humbly sums up that all has been well on his end. noticing the way your gaze trails from his familiar face and onto a stranger by his side, choso clears his throat, eyes suddenly beaming with quiet pride that you’ve never witnessed on him.
“this is itadori yūji. consider him my little brother.”
there is a miniature dose of dumbfoundedness in itadori yūji’s chocolate eyes for a split second. they are stuck on your face and his lips are parted, yet no breath flows between them in any direction whatsoever. only for a split second.
baby, i’m yours.
music lulls from a nearby cafe. yūji is not familiar with the tune, although the voice serenading sounds awfully familiar. he cannot put his finger on it; his attention is elsewhere even though the melody creeps in through his ears. it makes him feel as if he’s in slow-motion footage of a movie. only for a split second.
and i’ll be yours until the stars fall from the sky.
“it’s nice to meet you!” he flashes you a cheeky smile, white teeth shamelessly but instinctively displaying utmost sincerity as he offers his hand. it’s a little calloused, but his grip is firm and friendly. he doesn’t make an attempt to deny choso’s claim of siblinghood; it’s too much of a hassle, and he’s grown deaf to it by now.
something warm envelopes you; he is like the sun, you think.
nothin’ in the world could drive me away, ‘cause every day, you’ll hear me say . . .
“where are you headed?” choso interrupts the silent flow of nothing in particular, but nonetheless, something seems to have been abruptly stopped in its tracks. his voice carries a tone of both a common nicety and affable familiarity.
you open your mouth, rosy lips preparing to bear the weightless burden of a response, but you are interrupted, “we are getting some food. you can come with, if you’re free!” choso nods his head to the chirp of his proclaimed, pink-haired kin.
you can hear your stomach ready to rumble; a prelude to a thunderstorm envelops within its layers. a silent prayer begging for an affirmation stands across it.
“you know what? that sounds great.” yūji’s heart feels full.
baby, i’m yours.
thank you for reading!
— kamesama.
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Heyyy I just wanted to say thank you for keeping the kengan ashura hcs alive on your old acc ik I post on there every once in a while but thank you for your hard work and i appreciate you so much love you💗💗💗 Looking forward to this account I hope you succeed and become a popular tumblr writer
AAA, hi 🥹 thank you so much, i appreciate it !! ✨🐝 kengan ashura brought me back to life after a long hiatus, so i also hope to keep writing 🤭 thank you for reading my work !! 🥺 god bless ✨🫶🏻
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i did, in fact. not much, but i did.
i would say pick your pricing; most people ( including myself ) settle for 1$ per 100 words. it's not a must to do so, of course, but keep it reasonable.
make sure to list your no-no's and the like, at least the most obvious ones. and of course, including your writing sample is always a good thing. most of other details you will get to discuss with the person interested in your service. sure, the amount of feedback you get depends on person who contacts you, but don't be afraid to ask questions that will help you write. do anything to help you provide a satisfying work. of course, include the social media or other contact info that you actively use. let people know what is the approximate amount of time they will wait for you to write something for them.
i find that written comms grasp attention harder than drawn ones ( unless you are widely known for your writing ) but this is not to discourage you. if you do open your commissions, let me know! i will gladly spread the word lest more people see your advertisement. good luck!
i will share my own advertisement under the cut, as a reference, although i mainly did drawn comms.
Okay. So. I'm quite broke. And at this point I'm running out of options. So I think I may open up commissions? Does anyone have any tips/pointers to give on how to structure it?
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