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campus heartthrob and resident fuckboy GOJO SATORU shocks everyone by going exclusive with you
gojo satoru settling down was as unlikely as catching the hour hand of a clock moving.
notorious for being a lady's man , he had it all going for him. he was all bedroom eyes and cheesy smiles that can make anyone's knees go weak. he was full of loud laughter and nonchalant swagger.
like he didn't give a damn.
cigars for breakfast, skipping lunch to attend classes if he felt so, hard liquor with his frat boys and a different woman in his bed at nightâfor dinner of course.
he had the face, he had the body, he had the charisma. none could blame the poor souls who wanted a taste, even for just one night.
and satoru. oh. satoru was just a guy. who was he to turn away the beautiful ladies? he didn't chase after them, it was just his luck that they came to him first.
then he caught his first glimpse of you. at his party, looking so out of place that made his eyes zero in on you. not even a cup in your hands. looking so good that it made him want to do something bad.
so he slid up to your side with his usual confidence. started a conversation he could hardly care about. and ultimately, was shocked into silence when you hit him with a "sorry, that pea in your bed is going to bruise my back".
rejected him.
rejected him.
and thus began satoru's chase. the chase for your heart.
the local campus gossip forum ruminated , 'the heartthrob, gojo, has been caught getting rejected by unknown woman. the university has since, seen a rise in the number of women left unsatisfied as gojo's bedroom door has been closed for shocking reason. is a reform on the way? is exclusivity on the horizon? '
heads turned as the usually absent satoru was seen attending classes almost to the point of regularity.
gasps rang out when someone leaked a picture of him handing you flowers. red. roses.
so awfully cliche that you couldn't even blame your past self for the disgust on your face in the aforementioned leaked picture.
women raged when a video of him begging you while chasing after you on the sidewalk surfaced in the stories of satoru's frat bro's.
the man who was known for being as careless with his words as people are with their phones after a year, was suddenly mindful of his vocabulary.
when before, smirks and winks were handed out to the girls so easilyânow they were reserved just for you it seemed.
and the crazy part of it all? you made him run. you made him grovel. you made him fix his failing grades. made him fix his fillipiant attitude.
and made him take 2 hiv tests.
made him give a damn.
but you couldn't change his clichĂŠ-ness. he was a sappy romantic. he snuck candy in your stationery, climbed up your window ledge and left flowers in your hair when you weren't paying attention to him.
he even started gifting you books which you had talked about in that first meeting. at the frat party. and that was when you caved in. not enough to let him in your bed. but enough to go out with him.
the frat boys tripped over themselves when they caught satoru in a white formal shirt and black slacks. a red rose in his pocket. the picture of a lover boy. the change was not sudden, he had been chasing after you for months . but it was shocking nonetheless.
and satoru. oh. satoru was in love. the goodness tasted way better on his tongue than cigar smoke. your perfume on his clothes smelled better than nightly sex.
and your hand in his made his heart race faster than any orgasm he had ever had.
he never imagined himself to be tamed by a woman. yet here he was. and he had no regrets.
not when people all around him gaped at your fingers scratching the hair at his nape.
not when his boys hollered at the tattoo of your name over his heart.
and certainly not when you finally let him in your bed.
he still had a long way to go though. to prove that he was there to stay. to prove that he was exclusive to you.
so as he lay stroking your back as you slept on his chest, he planned the perfect little outing to take you on the next day. (and ways to woo you so that you would invite him to your bed again)
MR. PERFECT
nah, he'd win!
a collection of my green-flag gojo fics where all he wants to be is yours!
ac: @hunnismokah sparkle div cr: @pixopix second div cr: @tsumiinum
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ true love waits starring NERD!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ what's mine is yours + what's yours is mine starring BODYSWAPPED!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ sunday morning starring FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ get stuffed! starring TEACHER!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ snapshots starring CHILDHOOD FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ marriage material starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ snowed in starring YETI!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ cotton candy starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ camgirl starring ROOMMATEGOJO
ę¨ď¸ break starring EX-HUSBAND!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ second base starring VIRGIN!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ the king's cock crown starring EMPEROR!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ chew toy starring DOG HYBRID!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ slimed! starring SLIME!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ the aliens are cumming + four dicks, one human starring ALIEN!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ dorky guys finish first starring NERD!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ gift wrapped starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ no. one party anthem starring ROCKSTAR!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ cut your heart in half starring MAGICIAN!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ sperm donor of the year starring BEST FRIEND!GOJO
Ęâá˘. .á˘âÉ coupled up starring YEARING!GOJO
ę¨ď¸ cat-fished starring SNOW LEOPARD HYBRID!GOJO
indieâs godâs apology gift after creating men. these are gems
your desire is ugly. it has teeth and claws and is misshapen as it looms above you in every room. your hands shake as you ache to be held, to be touched, to be seen. loneliness corrupts your every action. you bleed out and no one notices. a deformed thing left on the side of the road after blinding white light and the screech of rubber on gravel.
your savior is a boy with kind eyes and a pretty smile. he pets over your bruises and feeds your hunger for attention instead of putting you out of your misery. against your better judgment, you become dependent on him. the difference between his hands and yours is the weight against your own skin. the taste of your want rots the inside of your mouth. he kisses you full despite the stench.
i love you. the brunt of his willingness scares you. the realization that you want it ten times more scares you even more. you fear you'll eat him whole. you fear you'll exhaust him.
i love you. you flinch in the face of his open honesty. he's blatant with his words and actions and the idea of being seen so clearly strips you clean. naked. you ache for it despite being afraid.
i love you. your nails dig permanent crescent shapes into his heart and he holds the cavity of his chest open for you to do so. your hands and lips are stained red. greedy. unsatisfied. he still lets you eat your fill.
this is religion right here
⥴ utterly whipped gojo finally convincing you to let him sleep over ⥴ 0.5k words ⥴ [ 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ]
itâs been 5 minutes since heâs finished inside you and heâs been pressed into your body, face nuzzled into your shoulder, since. his dick that he lazily pulled back into his briefs lies along your stomach while he lazes on top of you.
âsatoru.â you mumble softly. well, as loud as you can with tufts of thick white hair half obstructing your mouth. he hums into your neck in acknowledgement. you push away his hair lying by your mouth. âiâve got work tomorrow. go.â
you nearly for bad for telling him to leave. itâs just past midnight and he hasnât even begged to say yet. yet.
âplease.â he whines into your neck. he clutches your closer in his toned arms that are snaked around you. âjust for tonight. i promise iâll leave in the morning. justâŚâ he trails off, whimpering muffledly below your ear.
heâs growing on you and you feel gross for admitting to itâto your friends. if you told him his egoâd skyrocket unbearably. youâre giving yourself a mental peptalk to not give into his stereotypical heartthrob charm and shoo him away like usual. thank god you donât have his pathetic little bug eyes staring up at you or else you wouldâve caved already.
âsatoru, you knowââ he cuts you off.
âitâs late.â he squeezes you even harder. he kisses up your jaw to try and convince you. âjust let me stay here tonight. iâll be good, wonât even notice me, baby.â
you know he will. heâll be as silent and in-obnoxious as he can be in hopes youâll let him stay over again some day. you nearly say something in retort but he pushes himself up and stares down at you while he speaks up again. his kicked puppy dog eyes bore into yours while he pleads shamelessly.
âplease.â he frowns. he looks pretty like this, still worn out from fucking you and even more pathetic than usual.
you dart your eyes away from him as you speak.
âtonight and tonight only.â he leans forward, near inches away from you like heâs expecting a kiss while he widely grins. his dimples pierce through the gush of his porcelain cheeks. he giggles stupidly. âshut up.â you try and push him off of you but to no avail.
he jolts his head forward and starts messily peppering kisses over your face, jaw and forehead. he makes annoying, exaggerated âmwahâ sounds as he does.
âthank youâthank you, baby.â he says as he finally pulls back. his eyes study you as he notices a slight curl of your lips. usually heâd yell out how this means you must love him but he promised to be on his best behavior. so heâll smugly realize you actually like him in his head until morning.
incase you couldnât tell, heâs over the moon.

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18+ lawyer/professor! satoru gojo realizes that his favorite dancer/stripper is youâ his student.
tonight shouldnât be any different than the nights that came before. except it is.
he somehow established a routine of coming here after attending any whack-ass conference or reviewing boring academic paperworks. sometimes either with suguru, shoko, or yuki; seldom all four of them, and most times just him, to rest. yes, to rest.
and yeah, maybe to ultimately and absolutely watch his favorite dancerâto see you smile at him beneath that face veil as you performed.
âdrinks, sir?â a server offered him. he shook his head and smiled as he sunk deeper in the plush leather couch heâs sitting on, drinking in the sight of how gracefully you air-walked around the pole, wearing a navy blue laced sheer lingerie set, with suspender belt connected to the garter straps.
It's been a long long time since my last private eye/client commission but when I got a chance to get one by @bethfuller I couldn't resist. The idea of this series of commissions is to get two portrait pieces which combined together, like a wraparound cover or two interlocking covers, depict the interior of a private eye's office. The P.I.'s on the left, at his desk, and the client on the right, looking through window blinds. The classic, iconic scene.
So who are the P.I. and the client this time around? For the P.I. Beth was inspired by Fables/The Wolf Among Us's Bigby, and for the client this piece by Brian Stelfreeze I've been obsessed with since I first saw it in Noir Magazine way back in 1995. And as a special treat, Beth agreed to do three different colorings: greyscale, "her" colors (and oh boy, do I love the color schemes she uses in her own art), and "my" neon noir colors (as seen on that poor Brian Stelfreeze piece that deserved better).
I absolutely love this commission and Beth has been a pleasure to deal with. Thank you so much Beth!
In which crazy gf!reader argues with Boyfriend!Sukuna on a bridge in broad daylight
âIt was a fucking milkshake!â he roars.Â
âIt was cheating!â you shriek. People look and point. You ignore them. âYou paid for a girlâs milkshake! That means you want her milkshake! I see your infidelity. Real eyes realise real lies, asshole!â
Sukuna groans, face in hands. This day was going from bad to worse â waking up late because you turned his alarms off, getting a ticket when you leaned over to beep the horn at a police car, almost getting into a fist fight after you shoved him into a random man, and now?Â
Now, heâs stuck on a bridge because his vengeful girlfriendâs pissed he treated a classmate to a milkshake. Apparently, milkshakes are equivalent to head in your books. Suffice to say, heâs ready for the day to end.
And itâs not even 12pm yet.
âJesus, you drive me fucking insane,â Sukuna grits out. His foot taps relentlessly against the cement, muscles in his face ticking, jaw flexing. âYouâve got a real skill for ruining my goddamn life, I swear to god, woman.â
âOh? Well, if your life sucks so much, then make a new one without me!â you screech, arms flailing wildly. âIn fact, lemme help you out by just, I donât know, jumping off this goddamn bridge!â
âYeah, please fucking do! Iâll join you!â
People passing by whisper: âOh my god, theyâre causing a scene,â âshould we step in?â, and âare they actually going to jump?â Or some variations of those. Concerned, an old lady steps forward and offers, âMy dear, if you need help, weâre here for you.â
You whirl around, throwing the death glare you had at them instead of your boyfriend. That isnât enough for them to take the hint, it would seem. Taking a deep breath, you give Sukuna only a second to brace himself before you proceed to startâŚbarking. Like a chihuaha. Yipping is probably more accurate. You bark and bark and bark until even more people stop to look. They flinch back, aghast. The old lady splutters, âWhat on Earth is wrong with you?â
âFuck you, you old bat,â Sukuna snaps, angry for a new reason. âNever heard a woman bark before? Grow the fuck up and get the hell away from us â our foreplayâs none of your goddamn business.â
Blanching, they stumble back. Then, they march away from the train wreck of a couple making a scene on the bridge flustered and embarrassed. You watch them leave. âUgh, people these days,â you scoff. âNo manners.â
Sukuna grunts in agreement. âWeirdos.â He glances down at you. âWhere were we?â
You hum in thought, then beam. âI was gonna jump off the bridge.â
âOh, yeah.â Shaking tension back into his body, he moulds his face back into an angry scowl. âYou canât keep threatening to jump every time you donât get your way!â
âSays who?â you yell.
Across the bridge, two policemen sigh and shake their heads at the people silently questioning if theyâre going to do something. All they say is, âTheyâre here every week.â
Based off a couple I saw actually arguing on a bridge a couple days ago. Hope theyâre doing well
when the dusk settles beneath.
â 18+ caleb xia (ĺ¤äťĽćź) | masturbation, obsession, pseudocest implications
college changes people. caleb had seen it with others, his friends, and the people he surrounds himself with. its a bittersweet motion of life, the concept of changing. he too, changed of course. whether its for the better or for worse, sometimes he doesnât know.
the dust motes swirled as the golden, sunken rays of the sun bled past his blinds. cache of your memorabilia decorated his table: messy, unyielding, and a reflection of his state: him, a heavy mass of a needing flesh and void.
dusk awaits beneath as his backlogs pile up on his table.
next to his manual and borrowed books was a spilled milk, now dried and yellowing. physics equations all discarded, papers crumpled and ripped stacked near his laptop that was nearing its looming battery drainage, the same fate his scientific calculator suffered. his most treasured cache, ransacked by his very own hands shaking from both the withdrawal and the primal need of you.
your purple beaded bracelet, part of his treasured stash, the one you made for him on a random wednesday afternoon, gleamed on his pale wrist, with a thin sheen of sweat extending to his arms.
the instax photo the two of you took on your birthday, cheeks pressed against his, both smiling, laid on top of his open notebook.
each languid stroke of his calloused hands on his aching cock is a deterioration of his promised restraint in the absence of your warmth. when his thumb swipes over his leaking pre on the head, your name rolls off of his tongueâboth the salvation of his need and now a sin to confess.
there are still so many more inside his cherished altar he made for youâyour scrunchie, your âlostâ toothbrush, your favorite laced panties (now missing) with that little ribbon made his skin crawl whenever he imagines you wearing thatâinhaling it wholly, nose buried on the fabric as he picks up the pace, grip tightening just a fraction. the thought of folding your knees to your chest as he rams himself deep in your cunt was intoxicatingly damning.
it makes his skin crawl. the hair at the back of his neck standing up every time the rapture overrides his brainâwhether its from pleasure or guilt, he cannot distinguish it anymore.
the necklace you gifted him on his birthday laid heavy on his chest, next to his beating heart, clinking faintly as his hips buck to the movement of his own hands, thinking it was yours instead.
he wanted nothing more than to ruin you. to see you pliant beneath himâunsure whether to beg for more or for him to stop as he slowly pushes inside, feeling your warm and velvety walls clamp on him, desperate to fill the space with his name etched in forever.
his shirt clings uncomfortably on his skin, the heat and desperation finally catching up as sweat beaded on his temple, trickling down to his jaw, his bangs sticking to his forehead as the sun sets. the darkness of dusk hanging low and gradually swallowing his room and ultimately soonestâ him.
caleb knew it was⌠well. wrong.
âwrongâ to desire you. to ache for your warmth when youâre around and during your absence. âwrongâ to wish to give you everything youâd desire and ask for. to hope heâd be the one youâd call when things went to shit, like your partner suddenly broke up with you (totally not his doing), or when life happens for you in general. he often wished it would be him at your side at the end of every day. for you to depend on him in all ways possible. him. him. him.
him.
âahâfuck,â he grunted. his body, now spent and trembling, stomach knotting as euphoria washes all over him and beneath his skinâ dusk finally settling down and somehow, heâs still buzzing for more.
the stream of the streetlights flicking on outside illuminates past his blinds and on the mess heâd made of himself, for you and in the memory of you. tyndall particles hung suspended in the air he now suffocates with.
his heart thrummed against his throat as his stomach sinks deeper to the grave he dug himself as he stared on his desk full of you.
still so afraid to admit that his actual fear is losing you. of himselfâconsumed by his sickly sweet devotion of whatever youâd ask of him to be.
heâs afraid of his own greed too, his actions rooted in care and restraint and how he shows up for you. that eventually the two of you would have to part ways, worse than what college already did. heâs afraid of his resolve crumbling from the two possibilities: the more he gets from you or the less you give to him.
his own greed and love overflowing past what heâs supposed to just be. a brother. maybe.
college changes peopleâthrough various factors. distance. relationships. responsibilities and many more. he had seen it with others, his friends, and the people he surrounds himself with.
its nauseating, the concept of changing.
but he too, changed of course. whether its for the better or for worse, he doesn't know, or better yet, doesn't wanna face which is which, really.
âthe dark,â is what heâd answer when you when you ask him what his biggest fear is. youâd roll your eyes at him and comment how silly it was, how natural his hands would find your hair and ruffle it as you lean on him. he could easily say your name, but how can he simply explain it to you that youâre both his undoing and salvation? heâd devour you if you want. one breath, one look, heâd willingly fuck himself up to appease you and the appetite to consume you.
his phone chimes and lights upâ the thickness of charged silence and his rumination in the middle of his grim and dark room shatters.
rdr_whyn: r u going home this weekend? i saw a new cafe on my way home earlier. if youâre free we can go check it out. my treattt :p
he grabs a towel and wipes himself clean before standing up to stretch. the retch of his nausea and bliss settled beneath like a second skin.
xia_clb: yes
xia_clb: consider the date marked, see you soonest. :)
he turned off his phone with a click after staring at your conversation thread for a moment before slumping back in his chair again, running his hands on his hair and absentmindedly reaching for his necklace. the dusk has long settled beneath.
and it was only a matter of time until it settles beneath yours too.
ynaâs note đźŕ˝ź i was supposed to upload this with the zuko and sylus fic iâm working on rn lols but wtv anw congrats to those who got caleb last banner ): AAAA
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Crazy gf!reader changing bio to âsingleâ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesnât reply to a text immediately
The door slams open.Â
âWhat the fuck is your problem? I didnât respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly weâre done?â he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. Youâre lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You donât reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. âDonât ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put âSukunaâs girlâ back in your bio. Now.â
Blankly, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. âOr what?â
Sukunaâs eye twitches.Â
âLook, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didnât. Iâve got nothing to apologise for, so if thatâs what youâre waiting for, youâve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I wonât be held accountable for the things I do.â
An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, â...so you hate me.âÂ
With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. âQuit it. Iâm serious. You look constipated.â
âShutâŚup,â you wheeze out. âIâm -hah- dyâŚing.â
Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like youâre a misbehaving toddler whoâs just picked up dog shit. âEnough.â
Realising the act isnât working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that youâre calculating your next step. Maybe youâll try to make a run for the window again, or youâll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe youâll smash the TV up and pin it on him. Itâs impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years heâs been with you.Â
Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself.Â
Sukuna groans. âFuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.â Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. âIâm hungry,â he suddenly says. âWanna go to a drive-thru?â
As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. âYeah, actually. âwas waiting for you to suggest it so I donât look like a big back.â
A corner of his lips curve up. âI think that momentâs passed, sweetheart.â
âUgh, Iâd rather you call me a whore,â you reply, nose scrunched up.Â
Sukuna snorts. âYeah, bet you do.â
is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice

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satoru gojo is quite literally the worst person on earth to try and have a silent treatment with.
of course, he knows youâre mad, he knows he fucked up - but he also knows that if he can make your life "unbelievably" inconvenient, youâll eventually have to break the silence just to tell him to stop.
here's the thing; you havenât spoken to him in twelve hours.
you are a fortress of solitude, him?
he is a persistent, white-haired fly that cannot be swatted away because of his infinity or maybe a mosquito; sucking your energy out instead of blood.
he realised (unfortunately he is capable of realising things) that as long as you are self-sufficient, you can keep ignoring him. therefore, he must delete your ability to function.
it's 9am, you wake up and try to get out of bed - you can't.
no, not because heâs holding you, but because he has lowered the friction of the floor around your bed to exactly zero; you try to step down and your foot just slides back like youâre on the worldâs most invisible ice rink.
satoru is sitting in the corner, casually reading a magazine upside down, doesn't say a word. he just watches you glide helplessly back onto the mattress. 0-1.
you find out best friend!gojo likes you from his mii (sfw)
warnings: tomodachi life i guess idk.... and my first time writing something that didn't turn to smut or angst lmao
"Oh my god," you look over to your frosty haired best friend, his cheeks singed a light pink. "I'm wearing the dress I had on last week." Your own cheeks warm in the process, as it usually does when you remember that Gojo tends to memorize everything about you.Â
You're sitting on his couch, feet (stuffed into a pair of his socks) tucked under your legs. Gojo sits next to you, his body close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. His hands are circled around the controllers of his switch, the tv showing the little island he ditched you this week to make. A mini cartoon like version of you; everything from the hair color, hairstyle, the dimples that kiss into your cheeks, is running around his island. You're in awe of his eye of detail.Â
He scoots closer to you, his leg touching yours. "I just looked back at that picture we took together," he responds, his usual voice that is always littered with laugher and jokes is slightly mild and calm. His blue eyes glued to the screen, his thumbs slowly moving the cursor around to take him around his utopia of an island.Â
This version of his life shares so much with yours. A mii version of Geto reads on a green bench in a garden and you smile remembering you saw him do this exact thing last week in the quad. Copies of Shoko and Nanami chase each other on the beach, laughter bubbles hanging above their overgrown heads. You cant help but smile, a giggle slipping from your lips at the sweetness of this world he is choosing to share with you.Â
"'Toru," you mumble, still staring at the screen as he tends to a fighting Choso and a baby Yuji arguing over a box of tissue. The cursor swipes quickly away from the miniature Gojo standing near his two islanders throw things at each other, dust and random particles like a chair thrown in their little circle. You hold back a loud laugh, picturing the real life brother pair fighting over something as small as the remote before Choso caves in. You wonder if that's going to happen here.Â
You can't help but notice the blushing state that mii version Gojo is in. His hands behind his back as he stares at someone behind the fight, a bubble that matches the pink on his cheeks dresses his white head. "What is that pink speech bubble above your head?"Â
He moves away from the crowd forming where his mii looks off helpless in love. "Nothing," he does not look back at you, even with your eyes glued to the side of his face at the moment. "Want to watch me put Suguru on the seesaw by himself?"
As much as you want to, you don't give him the satisfaction of evading your question. Your eyebrows raising and a teasing grin gracing your lips. "You're the only one with it," you scoot closer to him, your knee basically on top of his stiff thigh. "Cmon, show me."
"It's a game," you're itching to hear the joke that you know he wants to let out. A laugh track to follow behind the silliness that's on his island and making you smile. Instead, he coughs back a fake cough, the cursor quickly looking for Suguru's mii.Â
"That you ditched me for," you remind, eyes bouncing from the screen to his tomato red face and his movements on the screen. Tilting your head, you swallow back another retort, just watching his odd body language.
He does a quick side glance at you, eyes focused on the smile on your plump lips. He wonders if he could ever have the mii actually replicate that smile. The one that makes his palms all sweaty when he finds you aimlessly sending it towards him. "Nanami is my friend here."
"Great reason to skip out on our best friend dinner on Friday," you roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder. Your palm warming his already hot shoulder like a kiss in the winter. "Show me, Satoru Gojo," voice playfully demanding.Â
He turns to you, staring at your face for a second too long. Butterflies erupting in your stomach as his cerulean eyes rakes over the bridge of your nose and the lashes kissing the apples of your cheeks. He sighs, more to himself, before he turns to the screen moving the cursor to find his twin â mii Gojo laying on the beach, his eyes closed and a huge smile on his lips. That pink bubble still bouncing near his head.Â
He reluctantly clicks it.Â
A squeaky voice that automatically makes you start laughing breaks into the room, your name name rolling from mii Gojo's huge grin:
"I want to ask her out. What should I do?"
His blushing mii matching his blushing face next to you.Â
Options pop up on the corner, waititng for Gojo to choose what will work best for the mii versions of you.Â
And at the moment, you can't help but finally notice your best friend. His keen eye of detail for you, his blushing cheeks whenever you so much as rub against his arm, and the way your stomach drops whenever he looks at you when making you laugh.Â
He stares ahead, a hand scratching the back of his neck that's now dressed in a red hue as well. All you can do is smile, wide and big. "I wouldn't say no," finally breaking the silence, voice soft and gentle. "Ask me out."
"Are you speaking for Purple Hollow you or," he looks over at you, snowy eyebrows raised so high they're almost touching his hairline. "You?"
"Both, I will like to think that you made sure Purple Hollow me has taste."
Š all writing belongs to @macbethinchains. characters belong to gege akutami. do not plagiarize, repost, translate, or feed my writing into ai
sobbing crying rn i missed fluffs like these oh god
you find out best friend!gojo likes you from his mii (sfw)
warnings: tomodachi life i guess idk.... and my first time writing something that didn't turn to smut or angst lmao
"Oh my god," you look over to your frosty haired best friend, his cheeks singed a light pink. "I'm wearing the dress I had on last week." Your own cheeks warm in the process, as it usually does when you remember that Gojo tends to memorize everything about you.Â
You're sitting on his couch, feet (stuffed into a pair of his socks) tucked under your legs. Gojo sits next to you, his body close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. His hands are circled around the controllers of his switch, the tv showing the little island he ditched you this week to make. A mini cartoon like version of you; everything from the hair color, hairstyle, the dimples that kiss into your cheeks, is running around his island. You're in awe of his eye of detail.Â
He scoots closer to you, his leg touching yours. "I just looked back at that picture we took together," he responds, his usual voice that is always littered with laugher and jokes is slightly mild and calm. His blue eyes glued to the screen, his thumbs slowly moving the cursor around to take him around his utopia of an island.Â
This version of his life shares so much with yours. A mii version of Geto reads on a green bench in a garden and you smile remembering you saw him do this exact thing last week in the quad. Copies of Shoko and Nanami chase each other on the beach, laughter bubbles hanging above their overgrown heads. You cant help but smile, a giggle slipping from your lips at the sweetness of this world he is choosing to share with you.Â
"'Toru," you mumble, still staring at the screen as he tends to a fighting Choso and a baby Yuji arguing over a box of tissue. The cursor swipes quickly away from the miniature Gojo standing near his two islanders throw things at each other, dust and random particles like a chair thrown in their little circle. You hold back a loud laugh, picturing the real life brother pair fighting over something as small as the remote before Choso caves in. You wonder if that's going to happen here.Â
You can't help but notice the blushing state that mii version Gojo is in. His hands behind his back as he stares at someone behind the fight, a bubble that matches the pink on his cheeks dresses his white head. "What is that pink speech bubble above your head?"Â
He moves away from the crowd forming where his mii looks off helpless in love. "Nothing," he does not look back at you, even with your eyes glued to the side of his face at the moment. "Want to watch me put Suguru on the seesaw by himself?"
As much as you want to, you don't give him the satisfaction of evading your question. Your eyebrows raising and a teasing grin gracing your lips. "You're the only one with it," you scoot closer to him, your knee basically on top of his stiff thigh. "Cmon, show me."
"It's a game," you're itching to hear the joke that you know he wants to let out. A laugh track to follow behind the silliness that's on his island and making you smile. Instead, he coughs back a fake cough, the cursor quickly looking for Suguru's mii.Â
"That you ditched me for," you remind, eyes bouncing from the screen to his tomato red face and his movements on the screen. Tilting your head, you swallow back another retort, just watching his odd body language.
He does a quick side glance at you, eyes focused on the smile on your plump lips. He wonders if he could ever have the mii actually replicate that smile. The one that makes his palms all sweaty when he finds you aimlessly sending it towards him. "Nanami is my friend here."
"Great reason to skip out on our best friend dinner on Friday," you roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder. Your palm warming his already hot shoulder like a kiss in the winter. "Show me, Satoru Gojo," voice playfully demanding.Â
He turns to you, staring at your face for a second too long. Butterflies erupting in your stomach as his cerulean eyes rakes over the bridge of your nose and the lashes kissing the apples of your cheeks. He sighs, more to himself, before he turns to the screen moving the cursor to find his twin â mii Gojo laying on the beach, his eyes closed and a huge smile on his lips. That pink bubble still bouncing near his head.Â
He reluctantly clicks it.Â
A squeaky voice that automatically makes you start laughing breaks into the room, your name name rolling from mii Gojo's huge grin:
"I want to ask her out. What should I do?"
His blushing mii matching his blushing face next to you.Â
Options pop up on the corner, waititng for Gojo to choose what will work best for the mii versions of you.Â
And at the moment, you can't help but finally notice your best friend. His keen eye of detail for you, his blushing cheeks whenever you so much as rub against his arm, and the way your stomach drops whenever he looks at you when making you laugh.Â
He stares ahead, a hand scratching the back of his neck that's now dressed in a red hue as well. All you can do is smile, wide and big. "I wouldn't say no," finally breaking the silence, voice soft and gentle. "Ask me out."
"Are you speaking for Purple Hollow you or," he looks over at you, snowy eyebrows raised so high they're almost touching his hairline. "You?"
"Both, I will like to think that you made sure Purple Hollow me has taste."
Š all writing belongs to @macbethinchains. characters belong to gege akutami. do not plagiarize, repost, translate, or feed my writing into ai
cw: BJ
bully!gojo teaching you how to give head
he has you on your knees in front of him in the library he told you to come to. it's late at night and there's hardly anyone around. you were a little nervous but he assured you that "it's fine" and to "stop being a baby."
he leans back and spreads his legs, revealing his hard cock through his pants.
"alright. first step, get it out." he says, broad smile on his face. you look up at him, eyes wide before you reach a shaky hand out to his belt. undoing it slowly, you take it off and place it on the ground.
gojo watches almost endearingly as you nervously unbutton and unzip his pants. he sighs softly and ruffles your hair with a lazy hand. after lifting his hips to pull down his pants a little, his boxers remain the only barrier.
"come on, i didn't think it would take this long."
"s-shut up, i-i, i just-"
"i know you're nervous. it's cute. so scared of me and yet you're still willing to suck my dick."
your face reddens as you slightly pull down his boxers and take out his cock. it's heavy in your hand and pink at the tip, already weeping a little. you swallow nervously, to which gojo laughs soflty.
"relax, i'm not gonna hit you with it. now, spit on your hand and rub it alllll over."
you hesitate only for a moment before listening, covering his cock in your spit until it is glistening. he grunts whilst you run your hand up and down his cock, containing his moans.
"okay, now pump it, up and down. slow at first."
he shuts his eyes as you listen, shifting his hips forward. he tilts his head back and breathes deeply.
"a-am i doing it right?"
"you're doing perfectly well, honey." he says, looking back down at you. "now, put your little tongue on the tip of it. that's right."
you take in your mouth and grimace slightly at the salty taste. letting your tongue explore the ridges and dips, gojo has to try and contain himself.
"now do that, and the hand thing at the same time." he grunts. you continue licking his tip and pumping his shaft at the same time, looking up at him as you do so. he makes eye contact with you and you notice the way his cheeks have slightly reddened, and how his brows crease. you pick up the speed and he curses, hands gripping the chairs handles.
"f-fuck, that's it. keep going." he struggles to keep himself in his chair as he grows closer. his hand nearly reaches out to push your head down, but instead he gently grips your hair, caressing.
"i'm gonna, i'm gonna cum, okay? swallow it." you keep your mouth on his cock as he bucks, letting out strangled moans and growls. his eyes roll back as he cums into your mouth, hips bucking with desperation. you close your eyes and swallow his cum, face contorting in slight disgust.
you pant a little when you lean back, face flushed. he pants too, looking down at you.
"good job honey, didn't know you had it in you." he says with a smirk. you wipe your mouth and stand up and he grips your wrist.
"hey, i gotta do you now. common courtesy."
GETO KNOWS BEST!
who better to possess protect you than your devoted knight?
synopsis: you've spent most of your life sheltered and spoiled as the youngest member of the royal family. a pretty princess protected by the palace's highly-trained knights. including a certain dark-haired one who appears to have taken his duties a little too seriously. when suguru geto steals you away from your home and sticks you in a replica of your room at the top of a tower with no one but your captor for company, you soon realized that no one is coming to find you. will you try to escape? return to the world he swears is out to get you? or perhaps chose the man who put you here in the first place?
pairing: yandere!geto x rapunzel!reader
content: mdni. angst. smut. porn with plot. dubcon. HEAVY YANDERE ELEMENTS, kidnapping, imprisonment, heavy petting, no physical descriptions except reader has long hair, reader is a bit oblivious and spoiled, getting a really fucked up version of the princess treatment, geto is a gaslighting girlboss, prolonged captivity, stockholm syndrome, falling in love, geto is devoted and delusional, unprotected piv sex, breeding kink, discussions of baby trapping, degradation, pet names (princess, angel), mating press, creampie, bad ending
a/n: part of this event by @jazzthatonewriterchick !! art is by @/xxgojoxx on x btw :3
The sad thing was you didn't even realize you weren't home the first time you woke up.
He'd gotten almost every detail right. Down to the little scuffs in the floor and the jewelry scattered across your nightstand.
The dimensions were wrong though.
A subtle feeling of something being off when you yawned and stood up, squinting around at your stuff until you realized that somehow your room had shrunk in your sleep.
The last thing you remembered was stumbling back to your bedroom, drunk on the wine your family had served at dinner, celebrating your betrothment to a prince from a neighboring kingdom. Clumsily kicking off your heels and nearly falling over, your knight sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to your bed, tucking you in and softly scolding you when you asked for a goodnight kiss.
Geto had whispered that you were supposed to save those for your soon-to-be husband.
You told him that you didnât want him.
How could you when your heart was promised to the man whoâd sworn to save you from anything?
Your head was throbbing.
Aching as you rubbed your temples and tried to sort out why you felt so strange.
It was only really when you glanced to the side and found only a small curved window where your balcony should be, that it struck you that you weren't just suffering from a hangover.
Your legs felt like jelly, wobbling underneath you as you struggled with each step between you and the door. Leaning against the wall as your fingers shakily wrapped around the knob.
You twisted.
But it didn't give.
"Hello?" You called out, your voice coming out surprisingly small. Not scared. Yet.
No, that didn't come until later.
After pacing the floor had led you back over to that strange window, and peering out of it revealed a stomach-churning drop far fucking higher than the normal view out of your second story bedroom.
You think you screamed.
Made some strangled sound, at least, tripping on your own feet and falling backwards, scraping your hands on a rough plank on the floor, a subtle sign of hasty construction, you were sure.
You didn't recognize any of the landscape around you. Had never seen the thick, tall trees that appeared to surround this...tower you were in. No sign of the salty ocean or sandy beaches you'd grown up beside.
"Princess," a warm voice spoke up behind you, familiar hands on your side hoisting you back up, dusting off your dress as your head whipped around.
Relief flooded you at the sight of your favorite knight's face. The soft crinkles by his pretty purple eyes, the tender upturn of the corner of his mouth as he looked down at you.
Suguru would know what was going on.
He'd never let anything bad happen to you.
If he was here, than surely, things couldn't be that bad.
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Rose Garden Dreams
Pairing: FireLord!Zuko x RoyalAdvisor!Reader
Content: contrary to popular belief, the fire lord can't have everything he wants. however, even heâd admit that what he wanted was troublesome in itself, which is why he forces himself to be okay with having you by his side as his advisor. [tw: MDNI, angst/fluff/smut, apothecary diaries coded, so much yearning and longing, slowburn, porn with plot, there is no power imbalance heâs afraid of your father, zukoâs a little shit, jealous!zuko, weâre already married in his head, found family trope(ish), zuko has daddy issues] wc: 5.4k
notes: hi i was supposed to post this hours ago but my computer crashed and so did i đ anyways be sure to check out the new tw's đ i feel like zuko's kind of a menace in this, kinda not?? idk lmk!
m.list | chapter one | chapter two | next chapter
Zuko goes through many, many different emotions upon waking up.Â
First itâs confusionâ heâs so hungover that he can barely remember his own name, let alone where he is. Then itâs annoyance because he feels someone tossing and turning beside him, which eventually makes him realize where heâs at, and thatâs in between two of his concubines that he has no idea whether he fucked last night or not.Â
Then itâs shame and embarrassment after remembering he basically threw himself at you last night and got kicked out of your room because of it.Â
zuko bringing his tiny baby to council meetings, cradling her carefully in the crook of his arm like sheâs the most precious treasure in the fire nation.
she keeps cooing and gurgling happily the whole time, little hands waving in the air. every few minutes she gets louder and zuko gently pats her round belly with two fingers, leaning down to murmur in the softest voice, ânot now, my little valley dove⌠daddyâs trying to work.â
the baby just kicks her chubby legs harder and lets out the cutest squeal, completely unbothered.
and the entire council?
theyâre absolutely melting. grown generals and advisors who usually look stern and serious are now fighting back smiles, exchanging soft glances, completely enchanted by their fire lord and his happy little daughter.
zuko keeps trying to stay composed and regal, but the tiny smile that keeps tugging at his lips gives him away completely.