#someone asked for this but i don’t remember who. sorry!!
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Emergency contact
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“I don’t mean to be rude but, why are you here?” Semi asked you, one hand clutching his head and the other rubbing his eyes. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes right now.
“I could ask you the same thing. Apparently, I’m your emergency contact.”
The cogs were slowly turning in his head with the help of that single brain cell he always seemed to rely on. “Ohh... the drinking game.”
“You played a drinking game with emergency contacts? Do you know how serious that is?” you scolded him. That’s the y/n he remembered from high school. Diligent y/n, student president and his seemingly hopeless crush. Too different to hang out in high school, when everyone had their circles and stuck to them. He even dramatically told his friends you were the one that got away when there was liquor in his system, yet here you were. Back in his life as his emergency contact after he fell off stage.
When he went out for drinks with some old teammates from Shiratorizawa to catch up, they asked if he ever got your number before graduation. He proudly presented the contact like it was a treasure, which led to someone daring him to put you as his emergency contact. Crazy, right?
He ignored your concern, waving his hand in hopes you’d drop it. “Remind me what happened, please. Was it cool?”
“A light fixture fell on your thick head and then you fell off stage.”
He smiled sheepishly but held up a rock sign with his hand. “I’m a rockstar.” The small laugh under your breath made him happy, but happiness made his head hurt again so he winced instead. You carefully sat on the edge of the hospital bed.
“Why wouldn’t they call your parents?”
“I’m not in contact with them anymore.” A silence fell over you and you looked at him sympathetically, but still managed a small smile. He seemed to be getting tired again already, you couldn’t even imagine how much his head must hurt. The doctor said he was lucky it didn’t hit him harder, or with a sharp edge. No broken bones either, so he just had to stay until the concussion was under control.
“Because you’re a rockstar?” you whispered, making him smile again and nod. You hummed at his confirmation, watching as his eyes fell closed and he went back to sleep again.
He’s still so pretty, you thought. His hair was a bit messier and his face a bit more lived in but still the pretty setter you remember. Some sweet pick-up line would leave his lips every time he passed you back then, and you would frown and tell him to focus on school. You never figured out if he knew how flustered he made you. Surely, he must have known with that stupid smirk on his face.
When Semi woke up again, he wondered if you had actually been there or if it was all some weird dream. He slowly opened his eyes, nervous to see who he heard shuffling around. Someone was there, but it wasn’t you, and his face fell along with his chest as he let out the breath he held in anticipation.
“Hello, love,” the older nurse said, coming over to check his reaction time and other standard things. Semi let her, not really conversing while she checked him. Maybe she was never here…
He cleared his throat, looking up at the woman. “Was there a girl, uh sorry, a woman here earlier?”
“Right!” she said and Semi could swear he felt anticipation clutching onto his heart. “She had to make some calls so she’s in the cafeteria waiting for you. When you feel stable enough to get up, please have two painkillers with this glass of water and then you are free to leave as you wish.”
Semi smiled. He smiled so brightly like the nurse had told him she cured some terrible sickness. “Thank you,” he said, bowing as well as he could from where he lay in the hospital bed. After she left, he slowly started sitting up, clutching the edge of the bed to stabilise himself. You’re waiting for him.
Semi walked into the cafeteria after signing out and getting a prescription for painkillers from the main desk. He had his concert clothes back on, looking around for a familiar face. And he found you, rigged up with your computer and notepad with a phone resting between your shoulder and ear. You were frowning while talking to someone on the phone and Semi shouldn’t think it’s so hot, but he did.
He walked over and sat across from you, leaning his chin on the top of the screen. You made eye contact and huffed, telling whoever was on the line that you would get back to them tomorrow. “Hey there, rockstar,” you cooed, leaning on your hand with your elbow resting on the table.
“You stayed,” was all he answered.
“Someone needs to drive you home,” you sighed. You leaned forward and held out your hand, planting your pointer finger under his chin. He was high on painkillers and could swear the two of you were about to kiss despite not seeing each other for years, but then you just flicked his chin up a bit to close the computer. “Let’s go, pretty boy.”
If Semi liked you before, this new confidence you grew into had him on his knees. Not literally, but he was watching your every move as you packed up your stuff and finally stood up. Semi got up with you, quickly reaching out and grabbing the strap of your bag so he could hoist it up on his shoulder with a cheeky smile. There was still a low beat playing in his head from the earlier headache, but he did his best to ignore it. You huffed and turned around, leading him to the car while repeating everything the nurse told him to remember earlier while he just pretended to listen. Again, you wondered if he knew you were flustered.
Surely, he knew with a smirk like that. Maybe you should make sure he gets safely into his apartment and then kiss the stupid smirk off his face. That sounds like a good plan.
masterlist
/for Semi-lover @cosmiicdust <3
#haikyu x reader#haikyu#haikyuu#hq x reader#fanfiction#haikyuu x reader#hq#haikyuu fluff#haikyu fluff#haikyuu x you#semi eita#semi x reader#semi x you
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New York
Annabeth picked at the flowers on the table, waiting for someone who probably won’t show. She was at a coffee shop, waiting for her date she met online. It’s not even worth remembering which app it was from, whoever was going to show, would show. (Or not)
Eventually a ruggedly handsome man ushered in, going up to every woman in the place and talking to them.
“Are you Anna Elizabeth?” He asked, hopelessly.
“Yes, but I prefer to go by Annabeth.” She said.
“Awesome. I’m Percy.” He smiled wide.
“Oh.” Was all she managed, trying not to judge him.
“I’m sorry I was late. I’m from New York originally and San Francisco has a very different layout than the city.” He chuckled, sitting down across from her.
“I lived in New York for some time, it’s not too different.” She held her head high, maybe a little peeved at him for blaming his own incompetence on something that has no real ability to change.
“Oh, cool, where did you live? I grew up in Brooklyn but bounced around Manhattan and the Bronx for the past couple of years. My Ma lives on the upper east side now.” He smiled genuinely, which might have warmed her insides a bit more than she’d like to admit.
“I grew up in a town just out of the city, Scarsdale? Maybe you’ve heard of it?”
“Oh damn, that’s, like, close to Yonkers and Mamo? Right?” He smiled.
“Yeah.”
“That’s awesome, when did you leave?”
“Before I moved out here for school. I went to Berkeley for architecture.” She gripped her cup.
“Nice, I never went to college, too expensive.” He flushed.
“It’s never too late, you know.”
“Yeah, which is why I’m not worried. Like, my buddy, Jason, he’s been a Yale man since he was born. Guess where he ended up?”
“Yale?”
“SUNY Oneonta.”
“Oh, that’s—”
“Nothing like Yale, yeah, that’s what I said when he told me.” Percy’s eyes crinkled endearingly as he spoke about his friend, and joked with her.
“So, what brought you to San Fran, then, Percy?” Annabeth asked, genuine curiosity flooding her. He seemed like such a New Yorker, born and raised, that it didn’t make sense as to why he would leave.
“I still think of it as where I live, but for now, I’m out here to help my buddy Grover move into his internship. I don’t know, really.”
“You just go on random dates?”
“For fun, yeah.”
“That’s….” She wasn’t really sure.
“Weird?”
“Yeah.” She giggled, relieved he said it.
“What can I say? Some might say I’m a masochist.”
“Some.” She took a sip of her drink.
“Some might say that the ones that don’t immediately get up, are as well.” He whispered.
“Oh, well, I— I just like coffee.”
“If you ever find yourself in New York you should give me a call.”
“I will.”
#percy jackson#annabeth chase#pjo#percabeth#annabeth is my baby#percabeth fic#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#please#drabble#unfinished one shot with relatively nice stopping point
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..GOOD BOY ⟢
pairing; nerdy!subsoobin x semimean!domfem!reader
tags; kinda toxic presenting relationship but they’re madly in love, reader bullies soobin for the pure thrill of it, soobin has a degradation kink so he loves the bullying, public masturbation, degrading, bullying, edging, taunting, cock slapping, dacryphillia
word count; 0.9k
song; good boy gone bad - txt
i saw this idea from someone but i don’t remember who ;-; + this might be made into a series with all the members idk!!
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soobie;
- where the fuck are you?
🐰 - im so sorry, i forgot my pen and i had to turn back around.
- over a pen? choi soobin are you stupid?!
🐰 - sorry, i’m almost there. so sorry.
that fucking nerd. always being late over the stupidest shit ever.
soobin runs in the library, apologizing profusely for his lateness. “‘m sorry my love. i was really busy looking for my pen. but i found it!” he smiles. holding the pen out to you. you couldn’t help but smile at this cute guy infront of you. god he’s so fucking stupid.
choi soobin. the super cute, super nerdy little bitch boy who somehow convinced you to date him. he worked at a bakery and always smelled like pastries. but you can’t think about that, not right now, you were supposed to be upset at him.
“choi soobin! you’re 40 minutes late. what do you have to say for yourself?” you ask. “‘m sorry..” he stutters. “c-can i make it up to you?..” he says, instantly regretting his words. seeing the smirk that crossed your lips as he said that made him nervous. “oh you know what i’m going to say huh?” you coo. he nods. “words.” you snap. “yes ma’am.” he blushes. “good boy soobin.”
soobins blush is highly evident, he bunches up his stuff, sliding it to your side of the table before speaking “i’m gonna go to the restroom.” he says shyly before walking away quickly and practically slamming the restroom door open. You chuckle at his actions. how pathetic. but it doesn’t fail to amaze you how stupidly cute he is. his little smile and the way he giggles. but no, you’re still mad at him.
soobin finally makes his way back from the bathroom and sits down next to you. you silently move your hand under the table, knowing the tablecloth was long. so nobody would notice. your hand reaches his crotch and brushes over it. his loud whimper rings throughout the library, causing students to turn their heads towards you two. you hit the older on the shoulder, causing him to wince in pain.
“i forgot how fucking sensitive you are you big baby. now shut up.” you whisper, your hand returning to its original position on his crotch, rubbing in circles until you eventually start palming him. “m-mommy..please.” he whines softly. “please what?” you ask. “can we leave..?” he whines. “nope. this is part of your punishment, better be grateful we’re sitting all the way in the back.”
your hand moves under his pants. slipping easily under his boxers as he grips his chairs armrest. “please.” he whispers. “no, now stop being such a whore and deal with it.” you spit, rubbing his extremely over sensitive tip. he bucks his hips up slightly, dropping his head onto the table and whining silently. at this point, the library is emptying out slowly.
soobin shakes a bit as you jerk him off. slowly. painfully. just how he liked it. his face finds your shoulder, whining in pleasure loudly. though his whines are muffled, they still elicit some stares, causing you to remove your hand from his cock. “Pull up your pants” you order. “but i t-thought-?” he says “no, that’s enough. stop talking. cmon, we’re going.”
soobins flushed face and hard cock is very evident as he walks through the library and out the door. “‘m confused.. where are we going?” he stutters out, causing you to smile. “oh we’re going home dear.” you say. oh shit. soobin knows what going home means. “‘m sorry..we don’t have to g-go home..” he whines. “oh by all means, we have to go home hm?” you tease, rubbing his painful erection with your palm.
“go get in the car baby, go on ahead.” you smile sweetly. soobin obeys, knowing as soon as he got in the car it’d be painful. as you both finally stepped in the car, shutting the doors. soobin cowers “‘m sorry again..” he says. “you know how loud you were in the library? you dirty slut.” you say, slapping his erection hard, causing him to jolt and whine, only causing him to get harder.
“a-agh..mommy please..” he begs. “don’t ‘mommy please’ me now.” you snap, slapping him harder, causing him to moan loudly and buck his hips up. “it feels..so good..please i need it..” soobin begs. “nope.” you say, starting the car. “home we go.” you say as soobin whines.
as soon as you two get home, soobin is whining like an adorable puppy, eyes glazed over like he might cry and a pout on his cute lips. “please..go easy on me..?” he begs. your smile falters. “nuh uh..now you know what to do.” you say, a slight smirk gracing your lips.
soobin didn’t even know when it started. he genuinely had no clue how long it’d been happening, all he knew was he was, it hurt. badly. so so badly. his aching cock leaking pre cum. “m-mommy please..” soobin whines. you’d been keeping time, it was the 3rd time you withheld him from cumming. and all he could do was sit there and cry. “you’re so fucking pathetic choi soobin, sitting there crying.” you spat. “i-i’m sorry! please please..! it h-hurts..hurts so b-bad.”
“choi soobin you look pathetic.” you whisper, jerking him off quicker, squeezing his cock tightly. “mmh! i-‘m sorry! please..oh gosh! i-i’m cumming!” he whines, but you immediately pull your hand off, seeing his eyes flutter open, tears staining his cute cheeks. “‘m sorry.” he whines. “but please.” his eyes plead. “fine.” you say, jerking him off quickly, eliciting mewls and moans from him before he finally cums.
“good boy, soobin. think you can do this all again?” you coo.
#koaz writes#not bored huening#soobin#choi soobin#soobin x reader#nerdy soobin#txt x reader#txt hard hours#txt smut#minisode 3: tomorrow#txt post
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star trek au: the bridge crew as goncharov characters (original poster by @beelzeebub)
#someone asked for this but i don’t remember who. sorry!!#why did i spend all day on goncharov#star trek#star trek tos#tos#goncharov#unreality
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people will be so understanding of mental illnesses/ ND until they spend more time with a person who can’t get rid of the symptoms and suddenly it’s all “I think you could fix it if you just put some alarms” “have you tried doing a todo list” “have you tried simply not thinking those intrusive thoughts” gee thanks man you know who else finds living with this shit annoying? ME.
#chia’s life#genuinely fuck off#shout out to the teacher who when told I was ND said “maybe you should drop out and let someone better take your place#legit was like some people simply don’t belong in academia#woah thanks!!!#so sorry I have ADHD woman should I just kill myself#like is that it#I wasn’t even asking for anything#just some accommodations for a completely unrelated topic#and this woman was like oh I gotta make sure she knows shes worthless#I started crying on this woman’s office and she even enjoyed it#kept berating me for not living up to the standard#and being unfair to my classmates who /did/ work hard#and that I should feel ashamed of myself#lmao#remembered this because she sent me an email going#hey it’s been a while I’m still your tutor come talk to me#and I’ll help you decide your future#ma’am you told me I was too stupid to have a future#fuck off
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misery despair suffering etc etc
#purrs#delete later#two thoughts about separate things both causing the despair. thought / thing number 1 which i think ive talked abt on here many times before#but im saying it again: i am not good at being a friend in the ways my friends need me to be a friend. and in the ways friendship is thought#of societally i guess. i isolate myself constantly. i pull away from the opportunity to get closer with people i don’t know as well. i don’t#text back and then when im finally ready it’s been so egregiously long since it was appropriate for me to respond or reciprocate or#whatever it is i am so crushed by guilt and shame and embarrassment that i can’t bring myself to do it. i have so many unread messages and i#wont even let myself open them. and ive been like this for years. and i hurt someone very badly many years ago by being that way. and it was#more complicated than that but sometimes i remember it and how i acted and how i treated them. and i wonder sometimes if they check up on me#and i don’t want to be immature or weird or whatever for talking about it or wondering that openly. but if you do read this and you know who#you are: i am so sorry. i meant whst i said that i would never stop wishing you well and hoping the very best for you. and i hope you have#all of that and more. and im so sorry for not being brave enough to communicate with you or stick around. i really really am. and im sorry#to all the other people i have hurt by pulling away and shutting down and shrinking inside myself and not talking. ik it’s weird to post#that instead of just telling people directly but it’s the guilt. i am fully aware of how many people / groups of people i owe things to /#for but also just… miss. a lot. and want to talk to even though i won’t let myself. i don’t know why im like this and i don’t know how to#stop. but im sorry im not a good friend or even acquaintance or community member. and im talking to everyone now i guess including anyone#reading this bc god knows how many asks and messages i have on here. im sorry. i want to be a better friend. but i also never have spoons. a#and i also want to stay spoonless and cocooned on myself forever and never come out. and i hate that. i want to be a friend. i want to be#kind and giving and loving and generous in the ways you all have been with me. i want to hang out with people and send messages and be there#to lift people up and celebrate with them. but all i can muster is tapping like on social media and it’s horrific. i have gifts to make and#hello / checking in messages to reply to and roleplay starters to post and i just can’t do it right now and im scared i’ll never be able to#again. but it’s a self fulfilling prophecy. if i say i can’t do it then iwont. it’s not enougu to just be aware of it i have to act on it#and change it. but im exhausted and hurting right now and i have been for years and i need to heal first but what if this is healing.#idk. i rambled on that for much longer than i thought i would so nowim gonna say the second thing in a separate post. and it’ll be weird to#post about that in light of this and it’ll be weird to post this at all. but its been weighing on me so heavily today and i don’t want#anyone to think im ignoring them or not aware of being like this or whatever. and posting into the void is easier than telling individual#people to your faces even though i know it’s cowardly. im really truly sorry. i will try to get better once i have the strength to try.#actually yeah no not gonna say the second thing yet. it would be weird to say it now. this needs to sit a little first
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#putting this in the tags bc I need to get this out but also feel kinda guilty about it so I don’t wanna scream it in a post#but I feel soo irrationally pissed at my friend#bc she’s one of my best friends and I love her but I haven’t heard from her all summer except for the like four times she answered my#messages only to immediately ask me something in return#it took her two weeks to reply to a meme I send her only to immediately follow up with ‘het remember how you said your parents wanted to#hire my band’#‘ahaha summer is so busy I’ve read all my books anyway you told me I could borrow this one book?’#last was ‘heyy sorry for not replying haha anyway im bored next week wanna go on a trip’#to which I replied ‘yeah I would love to but I have my internship starting next week remember’#and its like I don’t mind that she doesn’t answer my texts like god knows I hate texting#but its really starting to feel like our relationship is fully based on her needing me for something#which I have felt before but I kinda dismissed it as me thinking it was always me who had to take initiative which was disproved when she#asked me to meet up a few times but thinking back it was always like ‘hey let’s meet up for coffee’ and then when I arrive having literally#left the library where I’d been studying for only ten minutes bc otherwise i wouldn’t see her.#she’s like ‘oh I don’t want coffee anymore but I need to go to the supermarket wanna join me?’#which I always did bc I wanna spend time together and it’s cheaper for me than getting overpriced coffee but!!!!#anyway I’m feeling this now bc while she hadn’t answered my ‘sorry can’t go on a trip’ text I did just see that she’s currently in portugal#with another friend#which is like??? so she just found someone else to relieve her of her boredom and so she didn’t need me anymore so why answer me right??#anyway it’s probably not that bad and I will talk to her about it when I see her again which will probably be in a month I guess but for now#I don’t wanna ruin her trip
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I am so excited to eat thanksgiving leftovers tomorrow anyway… bakugo second puberty
#hold on let me organize my thoughts I am stuck on mashed potatoes and turkey leg and GRAVY#hongry…#anyway I can’t remember who but someone mentioned b getting adult acne and tbh I love braces and acne bakugo#I just want him to become a butter for a year when he’s 24 and be super extra sweaty and his voices gets a little deeper#butterball*#like raspy too and he tries to cough to cover it#and yes he gets a lil acne and BACNE OH MY GOD that he asks u to scratch for him#and he gets like weirdly hairy for a bit LOL before he sheds the thick stuff#and I was also gonna say… a lil extra h*rny😏#and he’s confused about it too he’s like WHY DO I JUST WANNA F*CK ALL THE TIME#it’s okay i don’t mind seems like the opposite of a problem???????#and I’m just kidding but his b*lls get bigger too LOL SORRY#but his muscles kinda do too like#he stops looking like a skinny boy w/ mooscles (haha throwback)#and more like it’s natural#I’m gonna go insane in my brain#I want him so bad#and a ham biscuit sandwich#I need to buy more biscuits#tomorrow is turkey and potatoes#arhgrkdhf#I was gonna say something else but i FORGOT#caitie blabs
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Rosie darling I can never ever be too sweet to you because you are the sweetest (and sexiest - damn fucking sexiest 😍🥵) person in this galaxy. I very much enjoy being your secret admirer you gorgeous woman. ❤️🥰 I am so happy you are enjoying your paints. It is what I wanted for my darling Rosie. ❤️ That photo shoot will be the best one yet for you princess Rosie. 😁❤️ I love your questions. I love cats. I have 4 boys. Cats are already perfect so I’ll choose two other animals. I’d combine an otter and an elephant. I’d call it an eletter because that is the first word I thought of for that horrific creature. 😂😳 I am from the southeastern US. The state between Alabama and South Carolina. 🍑😘 I’m in my 30s but under 35 (I hope my old man status doesn’t take away my darling anon status 😂). I can be myself around my best friend Nikki because we have been friends for a decade. I know I could also be myself around you because I just feel so comfy with you. Talking to you is like sitting by a warm fire and drinking hot chocolate while reading your favorite book. ❤️🥰😁
SWEETIE I MISSED YOU 🥰
#my dear darling anon - first of all I’m so so sorry it took me forever to respond to this ask#I’ve been off of tumblr for the past few days cause puppyyyy and didn’t have the proper time to reply to you#ok starting from the tippy top of this ask - stop it right there 🥺🥺🥺🥺#you’re already making me blush from the first sentence stop stop stooooooooopppppp#idk what to say anymore 🥺 I just hope you know every time you say something over the top sweet my heart does a few flips#and I’m usually hiding behind something (blankie / stuffie / hair hahah)#jdnsjdjxjzjjdjdndjsjsjdjfj ahhhhh don’t mind me 🫣 every time I hear or think of secret admirer I go all 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰 inside#ok ok ok ok focus rosie#4 lil babiesssssss?!?! what are their names???#don’t talk to me too much about pets right now I’m still fragile having to take maya back home haha#ok super duper important question!!!! would you want the eletter to have a body of an elephant and face of an otter or other way around?#you’re going to make me use a map aren’t you? hahahah#it’s pretty bad that I’ve lived in the us all my life but I still don’t remember all of the states#and I DEFINITELY don’t remember where all of them are hahaha#also would like to say that 30-35 is not old at all! I’m a firm believer in age is just a number#and also to be fair I’m actually 24 I just haven’t changed my bio yet also also also I usually go for the older guys anyway hahah#I’ve always been pretty mature for my age so I need someone who is at the same place if that makes sense?#most of the guys my age are still acting like teenagers 🤦🏽♀️#I’m a baby and wouldn’t mind feeling truly like a baby with someone who is older and more experienced than I am#I don’t think you could do anything that would take away your darling anon status 🥺#that’s really funny - one of my good friends name is Nikki too! is your Nikki Greek? cause I know that’s the Greek spelling of the name#I’m jealous that you are friends and super close with her after a fucking decade! I need to find friends like that. so so sweet#also that little last bit made me feel so warm inside 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you so so so so so much lovely!#I really try to give off comfy vibes - I want anyone and everyone to feel comfy talking to me about anything#I’m an open book and I love to listen and help people when I can 🥰#you seem like an amazing friend my dear ❤️#again I’m so sorry it took me a little bit to reply to this - I really hope life has been treating you well 🥰#as always sending you all my love! hope you feel it soon 🥰#ask#darling anon ❤️
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i like when they change the time signature a lot it sounds nice (time is too late to have complex problems)
#in my defence i have been asleep and then i woke up and it’s now and i have lots to do still#will just do the geigeaphg and maybe etjte dynamics on my performance pieces but ehh who really cares#other than the mark scheme asking for a clear range of dynamics ig well oh well#bdbdbhhhhhh it’s cold i can’t do anything if it’s cold#vvvsvdvdvvvvdvvvvvvvvv tomorrow today could be interesting maybe#um certainly not up for it and i need to be in like what 4 hours ish little bit more#seeems doable i already got like around 2 1/2 hours (in the floor as now but i did sleep so it’s something)#there was something i needed to say and i don’t remember what that’s irritating what do i need to say#i don’t think i’ll be there at lunchtime tomorrow ?? but it’s still not a fact of 100% certainty?#didn’t get more hot chocolate last night sadly#ok i’m in a sort of weird position where i’m not completely exhausted ie i am thinking congruent thoughts#but i am also falling asleep and terrified someone is watching me as i lie on the floor under the blanket#why are days so long so j can’t wear the binder to school healthily and i mean evidently that’s the sole issue#tomorrow tomorrow whatever happens happens need to find geography teacher first thing#ok sorry this wasn’t even an interesting read i’m sorry i hope you’re alright i’m gonna be fine just a bit more tired#i’ll just do geography and then go to bed yeah that’ll work#uh if you are seeing this at this time go to sleep go to sleep please i highly recommend it#ok gingham to one of you <3 and goodnight to the fabled other people who see my posts#ezra’s real life rambles#silly hours posting
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just realized how fucking weird zoomer flirting is. nobody asks you for your phone number
#marzi speaks#i remember once in high school a random guy came up to me and asked me for my snap#i (truthfully) told him ‘i don’t have one- sorry ^^;’#so he asked for my insta. an account i also don’t have#i said the same thing. he went ‘damn ah well’ and walked away#dude. everyone with a phone has a number. you could have tried my goddamn email if you want#why give up after two social medias. do you not know how to flirt over text#now he wasn’t my type so i probably wouldn’t have gone out with him#but like bro. you can at least TRY#come on.#it may have sounded like i was subtly trying to reject him and i get that#(not a lot of ppl my age don’t have snapchat/instagram but i just never bothered to make either (also i have a particular dislike for snap))#but like dude. if i wanted you off my back i woulda said ‘sorry i don’t give out that info to strangers’ and it would have been done#anywho. why don’t people ask for phone numbers#anyone with a phone is guaranteed to have one. you don’t have the no socials issue#because. it’s a fucking phone number#also WAYYY more convenient to text someone than open another app to talk to them#(sorry irl mutuals who have an easier time reaching me here. my text notifs r glitchy but i’m a statistical outlier)#POINT IS just ask for the number. stop with the socials stuff#guess if someone attractive ever asks for my socials i’ll have to go ‘i don’t have that but i can give you ny number :)’#parry it. whatever#still tho. crazy shit
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holup— ima need a moment with my thoughts 🥵🥵 miguel sending reader’s ex a photo mid-sex is so petty and so him!! he would follow up with a video of himself giving you back shots (he’ll hide your face because he’s a gentlemen (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)), flip the camera around to show his face with a smirk and say “lose her number” because he’s a cocky ass mf
MAAAN you’re onto something anon, cuz a waterfall just breaks down in between my legs🤤🤤
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“hmm, you like that huh, baby?”
his lips pulls into a lazy smirk, heavy panting as he pounds you from behind. both of his hands gripping onto your hips, talons digging slightly into the skin giving you the perfect pain of pleasure,
“yes papi—fuck yes” you mewl, mouth slightly wide open as you release another moan that makes his cock twitch. “i love how deep you get inside me”
he exhales a dark chuckle as he pounds faster, “sé que te gusta. dirty, dirty fucking girl.” then he leans slightly to whisper on your ear. “only for me, hm?”
you nod, biting down onto your lower lip as you’re running out of things to say. your brain tends to fogged when you have his cock deep inside your cunt, but you wouldn’t have it any other way,
as he about to fist your hair up, he hears a ‘ding’ coming from your phone. his brows furrowed curiously, because who the fuck is hitting up your phone at this hour? couldn’t be someone from work,
“who’s that?” he asks breathlessly as he watches you pull your head back before grabbing your phone and check,
“aw fuck”
“what?” he asks again, hearing you groan. “who is it?”
“remember Jonathan?” you ask as you look over your shoulder at him
oh man, he does not need to be told twice.
his expression then slowly formed into anger and annoyance, grunting in disgust as he snatches your phone,
“i’ll teach him a fucking lesson” he says through gritted teeth, hips snapping back into yours as he continues to thrust even faster,
miguel unlocks your phone, pressing the camera before he starts to take a video of your backside. the sound of your dirty moans are filling the room as he plunges deeper, his other hand coming to give your ass a smack.
the word ‘papi’ and ‘miguel’ keeps falling off your lips like a prayer, and it just feeds his ego even more. because he knows that Jonathan will watch this video and learns that you don’t belong to that sorry excuse of a man anymore.
no. you belong to him.
“tell me, baby” he adjusts the camera to the back of your head, making sure that your face isn’t in it. “who’s pussy is this?”
“yours” you say without any hesitation, knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets far too hard. “and no one else’s”
“good girl” he then flips the camera to show his face. his expression is dead serious, eyes locked into the screen as if he’s staring Jonathan in person. and for the icing on a cake, his fangs make a tiny bit appearance just to creep him off.
“lose her number, tú hijo de puta. or i’ll kill you” with that he sends it to your ex, throwing your phone to the side. “now he fucking knows to not text you anymore ”
hearing that makes you flush as you giggle. miguel’s hand slowly glide down against you back and pressing you onto the mattress so he can lay his body down completely on top. “my woman” he whispers lowly into your ear,
“hm, maybe next time if he does it again, you should take a picture of me sucking your cock, right papi?” you suggest with a sly smirk,
he groans at that, his hand coming up to choke you as the other supporting his weight beside your torso.
“ay, that’s why you’re my everything, mami”
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“hm hello? do you need help?” yuuji approached the lady walking the hallways so slowly she seemed lost.
“huh?” you turned and he smiled, thinking how gorgeous you looked. your uniform was a lot like nobara’s, although it was lighter, like it was slightly bleached or just worn a lot, “no, i… i go here.”
“oh are you gojo-sensei’s student too?” he was excited to meet another student, it was such a big school for just a few people.
“gojo… sensei” you repeated confused.
“oh you must be utahime-sensei’s student then? from kyoto?” he tilted his head, like a puppy.
“utahime…” you whispered, “is geto here?” you asked with a certain urgency in your voice, “geto suguru.”
“who? geto?” he scratched his head, trying to remember if he heard about a sensei called geto suguru, “i don’t think i—“
“itadori!” megumi called from outside, yuuji saw him die below through the open windows of the second floor he was at, his classmate probably saw him as well.
“ah fushiguro!” he greeted his friend and turned back to you, “i’ll ask megumi, he’s been here for longer than me.”
“who you talking to?!” megumi shouted.
“her!” he pointed, you were in front of him, right by the opened window too, he couldn’t see you?
megumi even moved a bit, “itadori, there’s no one there. stop playing, we got to leave!” megumi scolded him before entering the building.
“eh?” yuuji was frowning.
“sorry, i think i’m in the wrong place” you bowed and turned away running.
“wait!” he ran after you, turning corners he thought you could’ve gone but after a few ones he reached a dead end.
“hm? yuuji?” gojo emerged from a classroom.
“gojo-sensei! there was… someone…” he looked around.
“oi, we’re waiting for you, let’s go” megumi came from where he was, grabbing yuuji by the hood of his uniform and dragging him away.
gojo watched through a window as they walked down the staircase until both boys walked out of the building.
“that was weird” you murmured from inside the classroom he was in, “that boy called you sensei” you put more rice into your hungry mouth, “does yaga know you’re pretending to be a teacher here?”
satoru closed the door, lighting another incense on the table that you used to sit. where every year on the anniversary of your death he built a shrine with food you liked.
“i thought haibara was in a mission but i saw him by the tree” you pointed behind you with your chopsticks, where, outside the classroom and behind the building remained the tree you always had lunch underneath during hot summer days.
he undid the blindfold, letting his hair fall as he sat in front of you, admiring how you never aged a day. after all, you couldn’t.
in fact, it seemed like you didn’t realize how much time has passed. every year you appeared and every year you thought it was still 2006, when you had two kouhais that did everything you asked, a girl best friend that insisted you smoked with her and two boys that were helplessly in love with you. the last year you were alive.
“is suguru not coming?” you asked with your mouth full.
gojo swallowed hard, “no, angel. it’s just us.”
#i gotta say i kinda love writing dead readers#also this is unrelated to ghost!reader from middle ground#be real did you see the plot twist coming#divider by cafekitsune#jjk x reader#jjk angst#gojo x reader#<- i guess?
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we (8 billion people) are begging for dom fem reader and coryo dynamic. Why she always gotta be sub like my dom ass would slap the shit out of him ong
ʙᴇɢɢɪɴ’ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ !
Synopsis: Coriolanus will do anything to get to the top, right?
Content warning . power dynamics, loss of virginity, face riding, multiple orgasms, marking, sub!pussydrunk! Coryo, dom! Reader that’s a lil fucked up
notes: me when coryo has hair real . This kinda sucks I’m sorry
When you see Coriolanus Snow, you see a desperate man.
A boy, actually. You see a boy. A desperate, handsome, power hungry boy. You can see it in the way he towers over his peers in a sort of fake dominance, the fauxness behind his sugary sweet words directed to anything or anyone in a higher position— some even directed towards you, when that blush isn’t flushing his cheeks with a feral intensity.
As the daughter of Dr. Gaul, it’s quite easy for you to advance some of your friends in their studies. You are not only her daughter, but in a position of power yourself. You know people— and Coriolanus knows that. You aren’t dumb. You can tell by his eyes, the empty, icy blue orbs not quite telling the truth.
Coriolanus, in a way, is just like you.
Maybe that’s what intrigues you so much about him. Besides that pretty smile, or those golden curls or those muscles that make you drool, you admire his determination. You know about his poorness (not all know, but some do, as Dean Casca Highbottom once quoted to him), and you know one will go far to satiate their own greed.
It’s just a matter of how far.
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Coriolanus walks into your lab crying, one day.
Not obviously. It’s subtle, as you demand he sit down and take off his shirt so you can stitch up his wounds. Your hands graze it softly, and he winces.
“Does it hurt?” You ask him, even though you already know the answer.
He lets out a shaky breath, his hands clenching at the seat.
“Yes.”
An honest answer. He must trust you.
You hum, beginning to work on his wound with taught precision. Looking at him now, his jaw is clenching tightly and the boy is shaking so much you fear he might break.
“I killed someone.”
He states it in a remorseful tone, the tone of someone weak and pathetic.
“Someone in the games, if I’m correct?”
He turns to look at you in surprise, as if you didn’t have access to your mother’s decision of allowing him to walk in there and save his friend Sejanus. He says nothing, then. He sniffles, and cries silently.
“You know,” you state, beginning to stitch him. “I’ve killed someone too. Someone I needed to kill.” You smile, remembering the one time a student who was threatening to take your place mysteriously fell into the pit of snakes. “It was necessary.”
Coriolanus tries to stay nonchalant, but you can see the way his shoulders tense. He doesn’t say a word, so you continue.
“Was it necessary to kill the person you killed?”
He looks down at his hands. Caked with blood, knuckles drawn taught. You want to bite them.
“No,” Coriolanus answers slowly. “No, it wasn’t.”
Maybe there’s more darkness to the boy than you originally thought.
You speak to him in a much lower tone now.
“Maybe it was. You just don’t know it.” And then, “There are a lot of things certain people can do to get to the top, Coriolanus.”
Your insinuation doesn’t go unnoticed. He moves his head to look at you.
“And what would that be?”
Typical. Someone so power hungry that his head turns at the mere mention of an opportunity. You’ve got him right where you want him.
You finish up his stitches. You move around to his front, your short red skirt all of a sudden incredibly suffocating as he looks up at you with something utterly pathetic in his gaze.
“How far are you willing to go, Coriolanus?”
And that’s when, a few moments later, you get your wish: that skirt, oh so suffocating, is strewn on the floor, Coriolanus’ big hands massaging the skin of your thighs as you straddle him. Your lips press against his in a hot and heavy kiss, your tongue massaging his lips with fervor. He may be doing this for advancement, but the blonde wants you nonetheless. You can see in the way his hips grind up, the way he lets out desperate whines as you lick up his tears with your tongue. Pulling away from him, your cunt clenches when he tries to push your body down onto his crotch.
“No, Coryo,” you demand, though your voice is desperate. “I want you on the floor, okay? You’re going to taste me first.”
He hesitates, his eyes darting to your lacey panties and then to the colorful tiles.
“… the floor?”
He seems nervous, jittery. It’s not as if he’s afraid of getting dirty, or something.
No, this is something else. In the way he nervously twiddles his fingers, the way his bottom lip catches in between his teeth. It’s not as if he wants to stop— it’s more so that he’s inexperienced.
And then it hits you.
Coriolanus snow is a virgin. This big handsome boy, beautiful and delicious, has never done had sex before. He’s never felt the touch of a woman, never eaten pussy or got his dick sucked.
And for some reason, that makes you want him more.
“Oh,” you coo to him, soft. “Coryo, you’ve never done this before, have you?”
His face turns dusty pink, but he tries to deny, deny, deny.
“What? No! Of course I’m not. I’m just..” he looks at the floor, his lie clear on his face. “The tiles are cold. Dirty.”
“You’re caked with blood and sweat, sweet boy. I’m sure the tiles will be fine.”
He looks away from you, his lips drawn up into a pout.
“I’m not a virgin.” He states, merely to himself. You raise a brow, an amused smile playing on your lips as you move farther away from him.
“Then why don’t you come and eat my pussy, baby?”
His cock strains against his zipper, and you swear you can see it twitch from where you’re standing. He gulps, and with a submission you would’ve never expected, the boy drops to his knees on the tile and makes his way towards you. His shirt, unbuttoned, shows the pretty lines of his chest and his rippling back muscles, and when he gets to you, he stops at the front of your still standing knees. Satisfaction wades through you when his hands move up to the waistband of your underwear and yanks them down with shaking hands. Your smell hits his nose, makes his head tilt back as he lets out a throaty sound in the back of his throat. His tongue laves over the skin of your inner thigh, his hands going around the back of one of your knees to pull you close. You spread your legs to allow him access, your pussy lips drenched with arousal as his breath laves over you.
“Go on, Coryo,” you urge. “You want me to put a good word to my colleagues, yeah? So you better do a good job.”
He moans, his tongue finally slipping in between your folds as he tastes you. He’s messy, sloppy, and it’s good but it’s not good enough.
“God. I thought you were experienced? Huh, Coryo? Don’t you wanna make me feel good? Are you even fucking trying?”
He pulls away from you, shame in his eyes as you scold him. He pleads, his lip wobbling, his arms holding onto your legs.
“Please, I’m sorry. ‘M so sorry. Teach me, please…”
He tries to press a kiss to your cunt, but you kick him away with your foot. He falls to the ground, helpless.
“Lay down—I don’t care if it hurts your back. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
He does as he’s told, all sweet and sweaty and bloody. His back hits the tile, injured but he ignores it when he watches you tower over him. You move down, pressing your knees on either side of his head. He grabs your thighs to place his mouth back on you, but you grab his golden curls in your hands and yank him back. He groans in pain, his feet kicking in a sort of pleasured resistance.
“You use your mouth when I tell you to, coryo,” you scold, watching the way his eyes flutter and only focus on your dripping pussy. “You do what I say. If I guide your head, or press myself down at a certain spot, you go along with it. Do you understand me?”
He nods, desperate to get his mouth on you, his cock thrusting into the open air.
“Good. Now, go slower. Stick out your tongue.. wider… therrre you go, baby.” His eyes focus on that one spot, his tongue hovering right over your clit. He must have read up on this a time or two. You press him closer, shoving his face into your heat as his tongue hits the swollen bud. “You see that? That’s my clit. Yeahh, stick your tongue right there…”
He groans, the taste of your sweet slick making his eyes roll back. His palms splay across your ass, digging crescent moons into the skin. You move your hips in a circular motion, giving Coryo the impression to move his tongue that way. He’s a smart boy, so he knows exactly what you’re communicating to him. His tongue moves in slow, languid circles, your slick already dripping down his chin. You can’t help but give into the pleasure he’s giving you for a moment, riding his face like your life depends on it before slowing down and stopping.
“Good, coryo. You’re being such a good boy. But you need to move your tongue down. You don’t want to play with my clit too much, because I’ll cum quick if you do.”
He makes a noise of understanding, moving his tongue down to your hole. It’s much funner this way, he thinks. The tip of his tongue can gather up the awaiting slick that’s spilling out of you, it makes your taste all the more prominent. You give him some room to experiment now, letting him move his tongue in between your clit and your hole. He catches on, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was experienced now— he’s a natural learner. Your hips grind down into him, and when he tongues your hole you use his strong nose to grind lazily against. Coryo can only breathe in your slick, his brain becoming fuzzy from his lack of air. But it’s okay. It’s okay because he’s doing good.
You can feel yourself getting close, the languid strokes of his tongue making your legs shake. You hump against his mouth, your head thrown back.
“Gonna cum,” you say to him. “Gonna cum on this slut mouth.”
He groans, his jaw working even harder now. He focuses on your clit more, save for the few times that he slurps up the slick from your hole. Your orgasm is fast approaching, your body drawing up tight.
And finally, you’re cumming on his mouth, moans spilling from your lips and Coryo’s. He’s desperate to catch all of your cum onto his awaiting tongue, his legs still moving around as he consumes you like a man starved. Your eyes roll back and you grind your hips against him as you come down from your high. Coryo pulls away once he’s satiated, looking up at you with his chin coated in slick.
You sigh, pulling your hips back to give him some air. You move your body off of him, going to your knees to watch his pussy drunk face still follow your cunt as you move. You want to return the favor, now. It’s only fair.
But looking down, you notice a wet spot soaking through Coryo’s pants.
He lifts himself up on his elbows, looking from his crotch to you. He flushes, apologies spewing from his wet lips, shaking his head.
“I tried not to. I really, really did. ‘M so sorry.”
He tries to reach out to touch you, but you just move away and down to his crotch. You unbutton his jeans, and he lets you. You look down at his red briefs, watching the white stain peeking through.
“Oh, baby. You just couldn’t help, it could you?”
You mock him, your hand palming his shaft. He lets out a whimper, his head falling back against the tile. He knows it’s too much, but he isn’t stopping you. You pull his briefs down, and boy is he big. Thick and long, all pretty and red with cum dripping down to his balls. Your mouth waters, but you figure that can wait another day. His seed can be used for other things.
You flutter your lashes at him, your hand wrapping around his shaft, jerking him to hardness again. He’s got this look, contorted and pained and pleasured at the same time. You straddle his meaty thighs, your cunt lips brushing over his cockhead, and he gasps.
“W-Wait—“ he starts, choked. “It’s.. ‘S too much—“
“Then why are you hard again?” You tilt your head at him, your movements paused because he didnt give you full permission. “Don’t you want my warm, tight pussy? Don’t you want to make it to the top?”
And that gets him going, his arousal for you and power and riches. He nods, eyes rolling back as you sink down on him. The cum from his last orgasm coats your walls and makes it easier to fill yourself up, warm white streaks dripping down his cock again.
“Oh.. oh my god,” his mouth drops open, and you’ve never heard a boy so vocal. “Please… I want it, I want it!”
You know what he’s asking for. Your stilled hips are non moving, letting him stretch you and sit heavy inside your cunt. You smile, moving your hips just a bit, letting him feel your gummy walls sucking him in. His mouth is in the shape of an o, his hair messy and disoriented. He tries to grab your tits, your hips, and with a surprising force your palm strikes his cheek haughtily. He cries out, his thighs shaking, his hips thrusting up.
“No touching,” you demand. “You don’t get to do that. Give me your hands.”
He lets you take them, and you push them far over his head as you begin to work your hips harder, faster. His balls make plop plop plop-ing noises as they hit your ass, quivering and begging for you to let them empty inside you. You move down to his neck, leaving purpleish bruises over his skin, marking him as yours. You let go of his hands so you can rest your hands on his torso, and his hands move up. Not necessarily to touch, but to hover over your tits bouncing through your tight fitted shirt. You give him permission, just a moment, to squeeze the soft skin in his hands, give them a teasing, bold little slap. You breathe shakily, his cock filling you up in ways no other has. You watch as Coryo’s head tilts back, and you know he’s close.
“Gonna cum?” You taunt, your nails scraping against his chest. He groans, nodding. “Gonna fill up my tight little pussy? Cmon, give it to me, I know you want to.”
And when he spills into you, rope after rope of warm, hot cum filling you to the brim, you let out a cry. His fingers find your clit— he’s thought this through, hasn’t he? He rubs you until you’re seeing stars and clenching around his overstimulated cock with a loud sob. He moves up to kiss you hot on the mouth.
“Did I do good?” He asks.
You smile, your hand threading your hands through his hair as you both relax against each other.
“You did very good, Coryo. I’m so proud of you.”
He breathes out a chuckle, shoving his face into your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he winces. His wound has been withstanding a lot of pressure.
“You probably want to put some ice on that.” You suggest to him. He shrugs.
“The tile was cold enough.”
#coriolanus snow#Coriolanus snow x reader#Coriolanus snow x fem! reader#Coriolanus snow smut#sub! Coriolanus snow#Coriolanus snow fanfic#Tom blyth#tbosas#the ballad of songs and snakes#the ballad of songs and snakes fanfic#thg#thg fanfic#the hunger games#hunger games#hunger games fanfic#Coriolanus snow tbosas
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My Wife is Real
IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her.
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“Who do you think he’s texting?” Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi.
Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there.
It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started.
Megumi didn’t even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media.
“I don’t know…” Yuji ponders.
“Ugh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.”
Yuji gasps at Nobara’s response, “no.”
Nobara sits up in her seat, “Gojo-sensei,” she calls out.
Gojo peeks up, “oh. I didn’t know you were here.”
“Maybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.”
Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. “I am not bothering anyone.”
“Then who are you texting?”
“My wife, duh.”
Nobara bursts out laughing, “hahaha, yeah… yeah right.” She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldn’t.
Yuji just stares at him in confusion, “you’ve never told me about his wife. I don’t believe you.”
Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his student’s words. “Huh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me!”
Gojo’s full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real.
“She’s literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.”
Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, “stop making things up Gojo-sensei. It’s getting sad at this point.”
Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face.
“You’ll see.”
“Yeah… we’ll see.” Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji.
Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention?
Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one.
“Yeah… I think you’re making this up… sorry Gojo-sensei.”
“This is just getting sad…” Nobara whispers while shaking her head.
“I can’t believe my student’s have little faith in me.”
Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door.
Nobara’s and Yuji’s eyes widen seeing a woman at the door.
“Who is that?” Yuji whispers to Nobara.
She shrugs her shoulders, “has to be someone he hired.”
Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face.
“Wifey!”
He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold.
You let out a strangled gasp from the impact.
“Gojo,” you start, “this is the second time you forgot your lunch… and it’s only Tuesday.”
Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, “I’m sorry.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “I bet you’re just using this as an excuse to see me.”
“Whoops, you caught me. Well, while you’re here. Let me introduce you to my students.”
“Wait wait-” You didn’t get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom.
You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock.
“Students, this is my wife, (y/n).” Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation.
You nervously smiled at the students.
“Hello.”
“Hello Gojo-san.” Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear.
You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him.
“What?! Do you know her?” Nobara and Yuji ask him.
“Yes…”
“Yes, they’ve known each other for quite awhile now…. Sorry guys. She’s a bit shy.” Gojo says while you continue to smile at them.
“They didn’t believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..” Megumi tells you.
You hum before turning to Gojo, “I see… I don’t blame them.”
“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?” You roll your eyes.
“Ever so dramatic.”
“...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?”
“Ugh, no one cares,” Nobara sighs, “come sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.”
You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks.
Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side.
“What are you doing?” He asks you.
You look back at him, “well, you wanted me to meet your students. So I’m getting to know them.”
You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where he’s going to regret his actions later.
Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#oneshot#gojo fluff#gojou satoru x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n
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