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innocent-cat · 1 year

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You wanted NSFW? here you go. Percy kinks and Headcanons, go!

I'd love to!! Minors DNI. Or don't, I literally cant stop you lol

Percival De rolo x Reader Head canons

Warnings - Sexual themes

"Attraction of a Bloomed and Robust Carnation.", Percy x Reader

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He 100% tries to take it slow with you until you've told him it's okay to go fast

First few times? as romantic as it gets

Makes sure you're as comfortable as possible

"Pillow?" "Need a break?" "You alright?"

buzzes in your ear like a fly trying to make sure he's not hurting you

OF COURSE, after a few months of easing into your intimate parts of your relationship, you guys get a little rougher.

or. he gets rougher.

He 100% will hold your hands above your head with one hand and your leg up with the other

Being an inventor, he obviously has you test toys for him.

He loves watching you squirm when he's burying himself in you, or when you use the toys in front of him.

Of course, traveling in a group as your only constant, you guys have to be quiet, so there'll be the occasional "Suck on my fingers while I fuck your brains out" moment between the two of you so Vox Machina doesn't pretend you two don't exist for the next day or so

Fidgeting with his gun all the time, his finger game, HAS to be on point bro

playing you languorously like delicate strands to a violin he can and will make you finish on his fingers

will make eye contact with you while he licks his fingers off

he knows where the clit is, so, you're welcome for that

but if ur not a girl ignore that

the gunslinger is a chest guy because I said so

or thigh

he just loves your body, so everything counts

just esp your chest

Loves cockwarming.

He'll have you on him while he works at his desk, grunting at your occasional adjustment and dropping on him

Generally just loves the closeness of it, though

sweet Percy at heart

then, of course, he'll occasionally flip you over and practically ram you into the fucking workbench

occasional mask play,, if you asked

He'd use the silly little Plague Doctor mask duh

Definitely thought it was weird at first

it grew on him

a lot

Since you're the only one he let's in his workshop without knocking, there are often times where your little bursts of sexual intent occur

Like. You'll be throat deep on him and he'll just be working on a repair/upgrade on his gun

You don't move much on him though, he wouldn't be able to work on his gun otherwise

Definitely the type of guy to tuck his face into your neck while u gripped his back, whispering how good you are when you're about to snap

"Thats right.. just like that, dear."

"You're so gorgeous.."

"Fuck.. so good for me."

He also enjoys having his hair played with

Feel free to tug it when he's going down on you

he'll be so into it i swear

Oh, and he'll definitely drop a joke or two balls deep in you just to make sure the atmosphere isn't awkward and he didn't know

"Soooo.. how's the weather..?"

"Percy, wha-what the fuck??"

of course the both of you were giggling about it for a long time after

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thebluespacecow · 2 months

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Just-just listen, okay? This is nothing, nothing at all. It’s not in character, or driven, or anything, but it still is. So, have it. Have my Izuku Midoriya (kind of)xReader blurb. (It was written in a car.) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You belong in seaside castles with wast, silent ballrooms. Sounds of the shore spilling into large, open windows. Your skin adorned with silvers and pearls, draped in linens.

Not here. Not in plain smothering meeting rooms with people who'll never see beyond your surface. Not with your elbows scraped raw, knees bloody and aching, having witnessed and done things you will never speak of outside of low murmurs in debriefings.

Fuck. Izuku thinks.

He doesn’t belong with you ether. Not in his office or on rooftops sharing little bits of yourselves over sweats and coffees he insisted you try. Not in his glass house, not quite a home, not in the one you speak about having back in your country. He shouldn't get to see it, not it's ancient doors and dented stone steps, not the soft and tender parts of yourself you must hold and leave there.

Then why did you let him witness and handle some little, aching bit of your soul in the palms of his hands? Why did you wrap your fingers along his as they trembled, as if your eyes hadn't gone red and glassy by simply doing so? Why is he the one splayed along the arm of your couch, laughing with you into the quiet of night, something warm and fluttering filling his gut?

You are greatness and grace, an electrifying power hidden along the marrow in your bones. All wrapped in the wonder of knowing you, how your eyes feel tracing the non-existent pattern of his freckles. Eternally busy, at least he wishes you were. Maybe then you couldn't turn him stupid with a quirk of the corner of your lips, amused or questioning, it doesn’t matter.

You blur at the edges, in the morning sun, between his fingers. Some part of you feels uncharted and yet still like something intimately known, like a sea of winking starts.

He imagines your water's warm, soft like milk, on his calves, staining his pants. He imagines you're warm and soft too, as is, not draped in linens and silks or infused with the sun. But just as you are, blood and bones, and greatness, held at your seams together with skin.

Would you let him? Hold, touch you. He thinks. Would you let him learn your softness? Burrow some bit of himself next to the parts of you that hurt, ache in their tenderness, the same as him. Press his forehead to yours like a bunny saying sorry, apologizing for simply being someone you know, at your feet, in your home, staring up at you as if compelled to by your sky’s.

Somehow, you've come to occupy the little cracks and spaces of himself he wasn't even aware were empty.

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airjemsfandump · 25 days

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Working on 2 more ZayRaf fics (and four other WIPs, lol)🫰✨

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skeletonsfortea · 2 months

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wow, has anyone ever told you you're great at writing?? your ideas are so cool!

if it's possible! could you create a fluffy blurb some time after Ending 3 with sans and y/n? i was kind of down earlier and wanted to see some hurt characters be not so hurt :) and if it could include some purring id bev really happy! but its okay if it doesn't, i just love purring!! thank you!

oh - and if i could also tell you a silly viewpoint I have on your character? I like to imagine sans as a feral abused stray cat that lives behind a house who lashes out in fear and hurts you whenever he thinks you're getting too close. but with a lottttt of work, and i mean a lot, he'll eventually stop scratching up your hand, realizing he's in a safe space, that he doesn't have to act so tough, and finally melt into the hug he's never let himself have. and well cats view their human as servants so it isn't too far off!

Haha your analogy isn't too far off ;)

And no problem! I hope your day gets better!

Allow me to share a secret-

Sans was never supposed to have any possibility of redemption ;) but when I was writing ending 3, he kinda just...wasn't an asshole? I was like "hey you're not supposed to do that-" but here we are XD

Anyway. Fluff-

Sans sighs, staring at his empty bottle. He's going to have to get more. He's already used a lot of his gold, though. He won't be able to afford it for much longer. Which is stupid. Really, what the hell does Grillby even need money for? His head snaps up when he hears a creak. You're coming down the stairs, and there's something in your expression that has him uncomfortable.

"The fuck's wrong with you?" He asks.

"Is Papyrus home?" You ask rather than answer. His smile twitches upwards. So you're dodging questions now? It's irritating, but he's not in the mood to punish you. He ignores that he hasn't been "in the mood" since what happened in the shed.

"Nope," he leans back into the couch. You release a watery sigh, and he tracks your movements as you shuffle over to the couch. You stop in front of him, hesitant, your breath shallow, and he raises a brow. "Something you've got to say?"

"I had a nightmare."

"That sucks. Want me to sing you a lullaby?"

Your expression doesn't change. "No." His smile twitches downwards.

"What, can't take a joke? Tell me what you want already." He hisses, noticing that you're shaking, just slightly.

"W-would you get up?"

He frowns. "Keep being vague, kid. I'm sure it'll help." He leans further back.

"Fine." You growl, "I-I'm..." rather than continue, you release a sob. Your shaking grows worse, a tremor running up your spine and through your shoulders. "I'm fucking...I'm just lonely."

"What was that?" He asks despite hearing you just fine.

"I need a fucking hug before I...please. I don't ask for much. I don't ask for anything. B-but I need this."

...for a moment, the silence lengthens.

A hug? From him?

...well, you would have asked Papyrus first, if he was here.

How long has it been since Sans has given a hug? At least three years. Maybe longer. He sighs and gets up. You flinch slightly, but he just spreads his arms.

"Well?"

You shudder, but move in. His soul starts humming immediately, worried over the proximity, but he does his best to ignore it. Your arms wrap around him, and he returns the hug after a moment. Your chin rests on his shoulder, your chest expanding against his.

His soul starts to calm.

Fuck.

Then it starts to buzz.

Don't you fucking dare.

His bones rattle slightly as the buzz strengthens.

I'll fucking kill you.

As if to call his bluff, the buzz becomes a purr. Warmth flushes through his face.

Shit.

You freeze. "Uh..."

His arms tighten around you, "say a fucking word and we're going to the shed."

You go silent, and for a next couple of seconds, you both stand in silence.

Well, aside from his obnoxiously loud purring.

...the heat does not fade from his face.

#unlikely Y/N would ask but #they had a gnarly nightmare #touch starved much #fluff???#vivid blood pale scars #vivid blood pale scars ask #no beta

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kaebedom-me · 1 year

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AjdjsjakJjsjjaJj its beeen sooo longggg,,, since!! ive requested????!?!? aight aight so!!! i wanna go on a shopping trip with the boys lets go i just got like 4€ i can buy a kids meal with this and a shiny plastic bracelet fuckk yeaaa (and,,, maybe,,, a shiny plastic dinosaur ring for my spouse 🥺🥺💍💍👉👈👉👈💕💗💖💓❤️💕💓💗💓💗💕💓💞💖💓💘💞💘) -⭐

I BUY YOU!!! MY LOVELY SPOUSE!!!!! A SHINY PLASTIC SUCKERFISH RING THAT WRAPS AROUND YOUR LIL FINGIE!!!!!! ILU SM!!! MWA!

pls childe loves shopping and spoiling his loves so if you ever mention you wanna go shopping he will be the first to get ready very excited very puppy energy

prolly preps waaay too much money because he plans to get you and kaeya anything and everything you set your eyes on

don't even have to say anything, childe's observant enough to Know what sparked yours and kaeya's interest while shopping

kaeya tries to be responsible because you two can be trusted financially

but kaeya also enjoys some of the finer things in life so he will slip up

you offer to buy them things with 4 to your name and they kinda just smile and decline politely, and would rather spoil you instead

mostly its cuz they don't want you to worry too much about your own financial situation not because they think you can't afford what they want

they're so sweet uwu

but if you insist they're the type to really treasure whatever you got them because they love you and how thoughtful you are

if this is modern au, childe's the type to post 23 posts about how you bought him his kids meal lMAO super obnoxious and is just the worst about it

if it's canon divergent then childe when he gets back to work will tell that you bought him a kid meal with your own money to his subordinates HAHAHA

will tell anyone who's listen too

kaeya isn't as boastful but makes up for it by being super appreciative

he will tease you and maybe point out you don't have money anymore but he's the type to slip cash into your bag or pocket when you're not paying attention

prolly has the habit of crinkling up cash to hide in your old clothes or obscure places so you get super happy when you find them

they both find it adorable how excited you get when you happily announce you found like 20 in your old wallet the other day so they made it a habit to leave some around

they'll give you money straight up too ofc but the games are fun uwu

I got carried away because money is my love language KASDFGGD

anyways so shopping right

I think childe and kaeya are defs the type to shop til they drop

will try to remember the stuff that are running low at home? so they can get it while you guys are out too

it's hard to run out though because childe always gets like double of everything so you guys don't have to worry about having no more body wash mid shower

kaeya loves the domesticity of grocery shopping together it makes him all soft inside because wow you guys are still together and getting things together you know sometimes kinda trail behind because he's so caught up in his feels

you and childe would have to pull him back to reality maybe give him a peck on the cheek tell him you love him uwu

#⭐nonnie #im staying up to like 4am which is in about 2 or 3 hours here so whoever's online :) pls come keep me awake #no im not using this blog to keep me up I'm just #........#trying to get back into the swing of writing in 2023 #if enough people are on mayhaps i'll do a random event?#rapid fire hcs event or smth #who knows #:)#shanna writes #i forgor my tags #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader x childe #fluff???#HAHAHHAHHA #hlejp

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shineoko · 1 year

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“Your Highness”

As you walked outside into the market to accompany you mother to sell apples a crowd of gasps and compliments flood your ears. Before you lies a gigantic crowd of people who live in your village.You wonder who so many people are crowded infront of your house but you somehow manage to peek over a few heads to see the crowned prince of the neighbouring kingdom on a horse surrounded by 2 bulky guards in the classic silver armour. You squint your eyes and take a step forward to see what he could be doing sat still for so long before you see your mother offering him a bag of apples. ‘No way’ you think . You take a few steps forward as you rub your eyes somehow getting through the crowd as smooth as silk.

Once you’ve finished rubbing your eyes for a bit you find that you’ve gotten pretty close to the scene so you decided to do what you were supposed to do when you got out of your house and slid right next to your mother.

“And who might you be?” Prince Kun askes abruptly as he swiftly notices your sudden appearance.

“I’m her daughter, your highness.” You reply as you point at your mother but as you squeeze the 4 fingers shut you can feel a tad bit of sweat glazing your palms.

“I see…” Kun says as he looks away from you and back to whatever he was looking at before.

You let out a sigh of relief that you never knew you were holding once he orders a guard to talks the bag of apples as he pays you mother.

“You girl, your coming with me.” Kun instructs as he points to you. You look at your sides and then point at yourself “Yes you, who else would I be talking to.”

It takes a moment for you to process what he’s actually saying but he soon grows impatient.

“Don’t worry about you mother of your belongings, just come with me” he says slightly frustrated

You oblige only because you feel like he’s verbally cornering you and if you say no there might be consequences.

You follow his horse until you’re out of the village and into the wooded area. Along the way the guards seem to have disappeared.

“Sweetheart.” He says tauntingly and you are visibly taken aback by the new nickname, “I haven’t learned your name yet. Please enlighten me.”

“My name is y/n l/n your highness” you blurt out while looking down to you feet.

“Thank you” he takes a huff of air then begins “And please do drop the whole ‘your highness’, I don’t want my future wife to think that we’re not on the same level.”

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#nct #nct au #nct x reader #nct kun #wayv royalty au #wayv kun #fluff???#royalty aus #kun x fem reader #wayv x fem reader #wayv scenarios #wayv x reader #wayv au #wayv #wayv fanfic #wayv imagines

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tadpolesonalgae · 8 months

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I’m sorry… but are you writing… fluff😨?? Just kidding lol I love the fluff you’re writing. It kinda through me for a loop cause I’m so use to seeing you write some good ass smut. But I’m loving this fluff you are feeding us.

I get where you are coming from with dogs needing to go outside at the worst times. I have 2 dogs that will literally take off my blankets to get me out of bed to let them outside 😐😐

I know!! Curveballs are being thrown left, right, and centre!!

I did actually write some Nessian smut yesterday which is a sequel to Good Things Come In Threes (which I haven’t posted yet so spoilers???) So I’ve got some fun things queued up for you all, don’t worry!!

And I am so sorry about your dogs dragging you out of bed 😭

Dogs are so lovely, and so sweet, and so adorable but sometimes it would just be nice to be allowed to sleep through the night 🧡💛

(I say that, but I’m internally sighing with happiness at the thought of having two dogs—and also laughing very hard at the idea of your dogs pulling back your blankets and slipping on your shoes to get you to let them out in a Disney-like way)

#anons <3 #fluff???#dogs #Nessian

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monty-gaytor-apologist · 9 months

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what the fuck??

#Why is it meta!???#jacob black #Jacob black x oc #Fluff???#maybe idk #character.ai #c.ai shenanigans

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Hi there, I have seen the GIFs you reblogged about max awkwardly talking about the weather with Charles.

Could you write something about Mr World Champion and overconfident Max awkwardly flirting at a club?

Thxx

You were celebrating your friend's birthday when a goy approached you. He was handsome.

"Hi" He said. "Hi?"

"Are you from here?" He leaned on the bar where you were waiting for your drinks. "Mmm. Yes"

"Wow. Amazing. It's a really beautiful city"

He wasn't from here. He had a different accent.

"It is"

"And... Are you partying, right?"

You looked around. It was weird but funny. He was cute and radiated confidence. He seemed so sure of what he was doing that you decided to give him a try.

"Yeah. You don't go fishing in clubs" "It depends, if you are fishing beautiful girls you can definitely go to a club. It's working for me"

You tried not to laugh.

"Is it?" "Well, I have a beautiful girl in front of me, right?" "You think I'll bait the hook?" "You would have already run."

You laughed then because he was right. He had some unorthodox flirting methods, though.

"Well... That's kind of true."

"And what do you think about the weather?" "You compared me with a fish and then ask about the weather?" "I am a world champion, little fish"

You would laugh hard. He was weird but not in a creepy way.

"OMG, I'm YN" You reached your hand. "Max, nice to meet you"

Later that night, he had you. Definitely. You couldn't stop talking to him.

"Yeah, I mean. You are beautiful. You are like... Like a gearbox that doesn't break in the middle of a race" "Oh shit, Max. We need to work on those flirting lines" "Why, they are good"

"Let's see, you had called me fish, fresh tyre, rainy day in the Netherlands, pole position and gearbox" You said laughing. "I'm used to guys calling me princess, beauty, doll..."

"I'm saving those for the bedroom" He said over your lips.

You felt a rush of adrenaline over you. This awkward world champion had actually win you.

"Then come home with me and show me"

#max verstappen #Blurb #Fluff???#F1 #Mv #F1 blurb

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novamirmirsblog · 2 years

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I have so many god damn wips and no idea how to finish them 🥲

#send help #need those thoughts and prayers #thoughts and prayers #they all literally have like 1 paragraph left #and I have no idea how to end them #LIKE DO WE WANT ANGST???#FLUFF???#OR MORE SMUT???#might post some snippets from some of the wips #maybe that will help

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 7 months

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feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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rotisseries · 5 months

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that being said I'm not actually always opposed to conflict free fluff I am just opposed to the characters having their claws filed down for it. you can stick them in a coffee shop au it should just still feel like you sat the two worst most insane people on earth in a starbucks

#which in some cases I suppose if you did not file them down it would cease to be conflict free fluff #no matter WHAT au it was. but nevertheless

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yueebby · 6 months

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12:03 pm — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo.

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened, “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?”

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table.

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct.

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized.

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid.

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion.

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher. “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you.

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss.

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!”

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

“they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats.

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire.

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x reader #gojou x reader

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osaemu · 6 months

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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.

author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??

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mcntsee · 11 days

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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thefallofruins · 7 months

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

◈Sukuna who doesn't bother to even look at his concubines after he's done fucking them. He expects them to be gone immediately.

◈Sukuna who would love how they cower and tremble in fear and excitement, gaze turned down as they couldn't muster the courage to even look at him, reminding him of how powerful he is.

◈Sukuna who feels just the slightest of tingle in his heart when your pretty, innocent eyes meet his cold ones, and turn back down immediately, making him chuckle.

◈Sukuna who decides you're his favourite that day.

◈Sukuna who loves fucking you, watching you tremble in pleasure are he corrupts you, your innocent eyes looking at him so pleadingly, as if he is your god. Loves to see you covered in his marks, proudly claiming you.

◈Sukuna who hates it when his other concubines make noises. It's annoying, he thinks. But is greedy to hear your soft moans and noises that you make for him. Music to his ears.

◈Sukuna who fucks you till you're in tears, withering under him from pure pleasure, clinging onto his strong arms as you're stuffed full of him, making you squirt over and over on his cock till you can't anymore.

◈Sukuna who eats you out, spending hours between your plush thighs, licking, sucking on your puffy pussy, fucking you dumb with just his tongue, just to hear you moan out his name as he feasts.

◈Sukuna who raises an eyebrow when you gather your kimono and bow, signaling that you're leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says gruffly and demands you to get back in his bed.

◈Sukuna who let's you sleep on his bed beside him, admiring how your lips part as a sweet slumber indulges you, who brushes bothersome strands of hair away from your face and doesn't understand why he does this.

◈Sukuna who let's you sit on his lap, your head resting against his broad chest as you trace the markings on his shoulder with gentleness unknown to him.

◈Sukuna who doesn't remember when he last saw the other concubines.

◈Sukuna who, even months later, doesn't find himself bored of you. Who swears his lips curl whenever he sees you smile. Who wants to see more of it instead.

◈Sukuna who swears he'll have the heads of the concubines who mocked you, bullied you out of envy, telling you that you'd be replaced one day. You never see them again after that day, but do see his the white of his kimono stained red.

◈Sukuna who brushes your tears away with his thumbs, holding you close to him. "My Queen," he says, watching your eyes widen at his words with a huge smirk.

◈Sukuna who captures your lips with his soon after. Who found his precious little Queen and intends keeps her safe at all costs.

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