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(I know that’s not proper grammar 💔 Don’t hound me 😔)

Writing smut at the ripe age of 14 on Tumblr

Sketch. Probably gonna delete

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

The average for most ethnicities is like 5-6 (might be wrong) where the hell are you getting 10. /lh

I get it if its for fantasy purposes but if not, then come on now.

*Insert a picture of me at my computer smiling guiltily*

“Just finished watching Kronk’s New Groove with her and now this bitch is writing Gojo x Reader smut.”

(CW: ANGST? FLUFF? IDK) Anyways-

Inspiration: This happened to me yesterday <3 my throat still hurts ngl :’)

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It was 5 o’clock in the evening while you writhed in bed, tossing and turning, moaning in pain. You had a high fever and sore throat that burned like hell and that was excluding the massive headache that inopportunely manifested an hour before.

You groaned again, whimpering into Scaramouche’s side. Tears started to fall from your eyes from the excruciating pain when all of a sudden as if it couldn’t get worse, your left hip and side started to hurt as well.

You clutched onto your boyfriend tightly. “Make it stop, please!” you cried. He turned to you with a look in his eyes that almost said that he was feeling your pain. It was one of worry and sadness. “I’m sorry,” he held you tighter, matching your hold on him. “I wish I could take the pain away.” He began to cry as well. “I wish that I could make it all go away.”

You continued to groan out. “Please don’t leave me!”

“I won’t, I promise,” he stroked your head akin to petting a cat, hand brushing over your soft hair that was now slightly tangled from all the tossing and turning. Scaramouche leaned down to kiss you, lips pressing lightly against your warm forehead. “I don’t want you to leave me either.”

Every time you swallowed, it felt like a broken potato chip was lodged in your throat (That shit HURTS if you haven’t had it happen to you) and after 10 more minutes, the pain had subsided as you were fast asleep, still clutching onto Scaramouche.

Scaramouche, still awake, however, continued to cry for you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it go away. I’m sorry I couldn’t be useful,” he sobbed uncontrollably. There was nothing that man wouldn’t do for you. He loved you so much you don’t even know.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he strengthened his grip on your clothes as if you were to disappear the moment he blinked.

Summary :’) Scaramouche returns from the Irminsul incident to find you crying and begging for him to never leave you again.

A/N: This was more of a lazy post so sorry if my writing isn’t that good.

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It had been 4 days since Scaramouche had left for work. He’d gone with the traveler to do some work with Irminsul. Your memories of him remained, but when they told you what had happened, you nearly lost it.

The day after you spent crying on your bed, missing the man you loved ever-so much. The man that you spent 4 years living with, the one that normally held you tightly when something bad happened. This time was different. This time, he wasn’t here to console you. He wasn’t here to embrace your warmth or wipe the tears that spilled from your eyes. To hold your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose in love and adoration.

You didn’t hear the door to your shared room open 2 days later, and failed to hear the footsteps outside. In the doorway stood your (Short) husband before he ran to you, jumping on the bed and embracing you with his (also kinda short) arms. (I can’t be talking, I’m shorter than him).

More tears rolled down your cheeks seeing who it was.

“I Love you, I love you! You sobbed, returning his hug and tightening your hold as if he were to disappear from you again. “Promise you’ll never leave me!”

You were too caught up in nuzzling yourself in any area of him that you could, anything to be as close to him as possible to realize that he was also crying.

“I’m sorry,” A couple drops of salty liquid fell from the orbs that stared at your form. “I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’ll never leave you. Please don’t leave me.”

You both lay there hugging one another for many hours, falling asleep in eachothers arms while he held you.

Coming right up my lovely moot! <3

Summary: Scara reacting to Reader who’s captivated by a horse.

Warnings: Suggestive content at the end.

At first, Scaramouche doesn’t think too much of it. You’re just petting a horse afterall, right?

This changes when he sees you whisper to the black horse quietly, cooing it with your gentle words. Words that he should be receiving instead of that horse that now has all of your attention.

You don’t even really remember he’s there until an offended scoff is heard from behind you.

“I swear that horse hates me!” He complains, crossing his arms.

“It’s always giving me that stupid look like it’s glaring at me!” He turns to the horse and makes a disgusted face at it.

A couple minutes later when you’re petting, cooing, and giggling was directed back at the horse, Scaramouche had enough.

“Look at me,” he says, taking your chin between 3 of his fingers, turning your face to view him directly.

“Aw Kuni. Are you jealous?” You give a soft smile and a giggle that makes him blush, a light pink dusting over his cheeks in embarrassment.

But he doesn’t deny it.

“Maybe,” he responds.

“I feel left out. You should pay attention to me too,” he pouts.

“Aw sorry, Kuni,” you give him a pat on the head, stroking it softly.

Suddenly it becomes too much for him to handle.

Scaramouche picks you up and takes you inside the house, his steps echoing in the hallway to your shared bedroom.

He tosses you down onto the mattress, crawling on top of your spread out form.

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- I’m mostly a ____ blog, but I also write for other fandoms.

- My blog is purely self indulgent and I write when I have motivation. Sometimes I also just post things I’ve written a while ago in google docs.

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(I need friends / Moots)

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Guys, I just found out about Tighnari’s VA. 😨

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s all over twitter and TikTok. THERE IS EVIDENCE OF THE INCIDENTS.

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It’s hard to learn the person you believed in did something so horrible.

I am absolutely disgusted, appalled, and quite frankly, upset with the recent incidents.