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constantvariations · 1 year
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V9C4
Finally here after several hours of a dnd session zero, so this whiplash is going to be interesting
Post Ep: not as infuriating as the last episode but still missteps at pretty much every turn. At the very least we can say there’s been character “progression”
God Ruby’s voice is so damn bad I thought it was a literal child calling for a cat. Why does she sound more mature at 15 than 17?
Did we really need a close up of the cat piecing itself back together? We already know it can do wacky things with its ugly gradient body, so why the emphasis here? I doubt it’s foreshadowing for a permanent bisection
“Nothing we’ve tried has gotten us any further.” Ruby. Darling. Babe. You’ve tried walking to the tree. Nothing else. It’s not the cat’s fault you can’t think of something else besides Scooby Doo hijinks with the looping sections
What the hell is Yang now? She hasn’t been fun or quippy since Beacon but now (and that one spot in V8) she’s suddenly Joss Whedon with a dash of Hulk rage? And I can’t recall Weiss ever having these kinds of facial expressions. Judgmental commentary, sure, but this feels like she’s 3 seconds away from saying something into the camera like this is the Office
“Just because [the cat] doesn’t want to go back to the tree doesn’t mean we can’t lure them there.” That’s... a curious choice of words. Why “lure?” You lure someone into a trap or an ambush, not ask someone to be a guide. Why wouldn’t Blake use the obvious direction of “we can make a deal with the cat because they’re curious and want information we have.” You can’t really call someone a hero when their instinct is deception of a potential ally who’s already saved their asses for no real reason
Are they going to be losing the cat the whole damn episode? Is that going to be the running gag? I fucking hope not. Ruby’s voice is absolutely obnoxious this episode
She’s talking to the cat like he’s a literal toddler. And it’s acting like a toddler with an ipad. Someone put me down like Old Yeller please
Which of these idiots thought lampshading was a good idea? Like, congrats! You recognize the flaws in the story you wrote! How are you going to fix them 10 years too late? You can’t wink, wink, nudge your way out of shitty writing that you so desperately defended and clung to despite all the people giving actual constructive criticism
Why are all of them so tired of the questions? Surely, each of them have something they’d be ecstatic to talk about at length? Ruby with the progression of weapon development, Weiss with her plans to improve the SDC, Blake with other stories she’s read or how the White Fang came and fell, Yang with stories about Ruby when she was younger. There’s so many possibilities when you have a genuinely curious audience, yet they went the lazy route of “har, har, no one cares about anything” again
Was that bridge made of legos?
Okay, this is the second time the roles of acres have been mentioned. Exactly what does that mean? Do these roles serve a central purpose? The tree seems to be at the center of Wonderland, so are the acres serving the tree in some way? Is harmony throughout the different factions pivotal in keeping Wonderland in wonder instead of despair? What could this possibly mean for any themes or character arcs? It doesn’t seem like the areas thus far have resonated with any of the team, and they left behind Penny’s halo sword, the only thing that’s been even somewhat emotionally compelling, so I’m struggling to understand why Wonderland is set up like this
Love how literally nobody asks the obvious question of “are you okay?” All we get is Yang’s “Rubes?” (has she ever called Ruby that before? I can’t recall) and Blake’s logical deflection and Weiss whining yet again. You’d think for a season that cut away from the bloated cast to focus on the main characters they would, I don’t know, focus on the main character
This is the least Little has talked the entire season. Please keep the cat around more so this shithead will shut the fuck up. Also, Little deadass pointed to where the cat went and y’all don’t immediately follow? Are you trying to get lost?
Okay. Not gonna lie. The caterpillar’s design is dope as shit. The triple eyes in that gorgeous green. The pointy mouth that moves like a skeleton’s jaw. The two-toned wings. The antennae and little spikes. The collar and vest. That ~voice~ Fucking A+ The only thing I’m side-eyeing is the accessories. Hopefully I’m wrong - I’ll be the first to admit I’m not well versed in Indigenous cultures - but the coloring is very reminiscent of turquoise which was an incredibly significant mineral to Southwestern Native American tribes, most commonly associated with Navajo, and Caterpillar’s jewelry designs reflect this as well. My quick google search for this specific design mostly ends up being “hippie aesthetic” which does take inspiration from Indigenous aesthetics, so I can’t really say for certain which one crwby looked at for the design. Given the Medicine Man trope and the herbal smoking in the OP, I’m not holding out much hope
“Growgurt” sounds so damn gross please never say it again
They are really hammering this “who/what are you” thing directly into your eardrums aint they? I’m not entirely sure how this answer affects a recipe, but go off I guess Also, note how Caterpillar gets just the bit exasperated and Yang’s immediately in a fighting stance. The others are afraid, for some cocksmith of a reason - all homeboy did was grumble, what y’all scared of? Did y’all suddenly develop RSD? - but this bitch at half a foot is ready to throw down
Caterpillar is speaking philosophy 101 and these idiots are acting like he’s speaking ancient greek. I hope he poisons the lot of them
“This is how a king winds up a prince.” Does that imply that the prince was genuinely the king that played Alyx but he’s somehow reverted back to a toddler? That raises way too many questions I have no care to even ponder
This far in and we have no idea who or what Caterpillar was to Alyx. Not even a whispered expo-dump, which would be stupid easy given that most of them are tiny. Yet Blake, upon seeing the smoking, is like “we gotta dip” which so par for the course in every episode thus far. This better not be crwby’s attempt at an anti-drug message or I swear I’m gonna toss a fridge into space
Oh christ on toast the Beacon outfits don’t deserve this slander
“You could just be human or just a cat.” Once again, weird phrasing. Like, yeah, it’s clarified that it’s about trying to bring peace between humans and faunus, but why wouldn’t you phrase it in a way that sticks closer to that sentiment rather than acting like she has the Yamato and can carve out what she doesn’t like? What would it even mean to Blake to “just be a cat?” Would that mean living in Menagerie forever with no worries about humans? Would she turn into an actual cat? She just has fucking cat ears man, this is so overblown
Wow, these “I know who I am” speeches suck ass. They’re so vague and InSpIrAtIoNaL I’m wondering if this is supposed to be a mature cartoon or a reading of those posters they put up in school halls of cats in trees with the quote “hang in there!”
“I’m the granddaughter of a hero” bitch who? Who is this mysterious hero? If someone doesn’t know or watch the Remnant expo-dump series, they don’t know who you’re talking about Weiss! You can’t bring up something in the main story if the context is shoved in a spinoff! Also, “daughter of a villain.” Babe, your father was a clown at best and a business major at worst. Villain is not a title he deserves “I will not be defined by my name because I will be the one to define it.” Uhhhhh exactly where in this redefinition is compensation for the lives stolen by your family company? Have you thought of that, Miss Heiress? When your name has that big of an impact, I don’t think you get to be the sole decider. Also, you have siblings who might want a say in it too
Still pissed that the whole “Missing Summer” arc was shoved onto Ruby, who was what? 2? 3 years old when she left? Ruby talks to her gravestone, sure, but as for memories or stories, she hasn’t had a single one. This entire thing falls flat because there was 0 buildup
“You’re supposed to be helping others find their way, but you’ve lost your own.” WHAT WHAT WHAT THE FUCK. Jesus on a toaster strudel can you not villainize every single person who slightly questions uwu precious Ruby? He literally helped the other 3 cement themselves, why doesn’t that count? Sure, it was against their will and all, but these girls clearly need some goddamn help if they can’t answer a basic question like “what is a huntress?”
There are so many questions about those last 20 seconds that I don’t even know what to do with them. Let’s just sum it up with “what the fuck”
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faineant-girl · 1 year
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yeah anyways i dont think fuckers who dont bother with fashion shouldnt have any fucking words to say about unique fashion or boundary pushing with fashion but especially when its on fat people because theyre not fucking slick!!!!!!!
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asoryu · 2 years
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when will my beautoful husband wake the fuck up.
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qkumber · 2 years
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Lol im incredibly embarrassed lately somehow people keep finding ooolllddd old art of mine I posted years ago on here how the FUCK did u find my prehistoric dbz, house md, and tlok fanart what is happening i should really delete that shit
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i don't know what to say about the reimei event guys
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nereidprinc3ss · 1 month
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light of the morning
in which spencer sneaks into bau!reader's hotel room and they share a little more than just the bed
18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence x sub reader, munch!spence, unprotected piv sex (dont do that), creampie (hate that word btw) praise, mentions of having to be quiet because morgan is right next door LOL, fluffy, established co-workers/friends with benefits, soooo idiots in love a/n: here is the promised smut. i am literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling and blushing at my own writing. I'm gonna have a freak out. requests are open like my legs
It’s late when the knock finally comes. Late enough that you’re dozing on the bed above the covers. 
It takes you a moment to reorient yourself—you’re rubbing your heavy eyes when you finally get the door. 
"Hi."
"Hey," says Spencer, hands awkwardly shoved into his pajama pants pockets. It’s funny, really. He never gets any better at this. 
You step aside and he enters the room, looking around as you close and relock the door. 
"Did I wake you?"
"How could you tell?"
"You’re in pajamas. And you look tired. I mean—you don’t look bad. You never look bad, I just meant… you don’t look tired��but you’re not—I didn’t mean to—"
"Relax," you yawn, putting him out of his misery. "I was joking. I know I look tired." You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. "It’s late. We have to be up early tomorrow."
"Yeah, I got, uh, sidetracked. Sorry."
He was reading. If it was anyone else, you'd be offended--but a sinkhole could open up under Spencer's feet and he probably wouldn't notice if he was absorbed in a book.
You shrug, a knowing smile lifting the corner of your mouth. 
"It’s fine. But I don’t know if tonight is a good night. I really am exhausted."
His eyebrows dart up. 
"That’s fine. That’s totally fine. I’ll just, uh—"
When you don’t move from in front of the door, he pauses, unsure. You bite the inside of your cheek, studying his rangy frame and choice of clothing. Blue pajama pants, slippers, grey CalTech zip up hoodie. It feels wrong to describe a 6'1 man as adorable, but that’s how he looks in his sleep clothes. There’s a very real chance, you find yourself thinking, that you are the only member of the BAU to ever see him in something other than slacks and a button-down. He looks so cozy that you kind of really want him in your bed even if he’s not doing anything but sleeping. The invitation slips out before you can think too hard about it. 
"You could… stay, anyway, if you want?"
His mouth parts slightly, and those eyebrows raise again. There’s a moment of awkward silence and you are very much beginning to regret your offer, wondering if you somehow violated the sanctity of your co-workers/friends with benefits situtationship. Clumsily you try to backtrack. 
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you can—"
"No, no! You didn’t, I just don’t want you to feel obligated to invite me to stay in your room. I’m right across the hall, I can go back if you want me to."
You smile awkwardly, silent relief replacing the brief anxiety. 
"It’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before." And not like you wouldn’t have ended up doing it tonight anyway, if things had gone as originally intended.
He chuckles, looking to the floor and nodding. The blush on his face does not go unnoticed by you. "Fair enough."
It’s incredibly endearing how nervous he still gets after six months of this little arrangement. 
"Do you wanna get your stuff, or…"
"No, that’s okay. I’ll just go back early tomorrow. The chances of someone seeing me leave your room are significantly higher if I do it so soon after entering."
You squint, unable to tell if he’s fucking with you or if that’s an actual statistically sound probability. And then you realize, blissfully, that you don’t really care. 
"Okay, well. Make yourself comfortable. I’m just going to brush my teeth."
Once you’re enclosed in the bathroom, hotel vanity lights blinding you as you brush, you find that there is a jittery sort of apprehension buzzing in your chest. But that’s silly. As you yourself pointed out, the two of you have shared a bed many times over the past few months. But the sleeping together is always a byproduct of the sleeping together. Never have you shared a bed in a completely decent, virtuous, strictly non-sexual manner. It’s always been a matter of convenience—less bother if he doesn’t have to worry about sneaking back into his room in the middle of the night when you’re both exhausted. Or maybe that’s just what you’ve been telling yourselves. 
You rinse your mouth out and exit the bathroom, flicking off the light and finding that Spencer has indeed made himself comfortable. The hotel room is dark and he’s already under the covers, fiddling with his phone. 
"What time should I set the alarm for?" He asks, looking over at you as you crawl into bed, drawing the covers over yourself. "I was thinking 6:23. That should give me enough time to—"
"Sounds perfect," you affirm, wiggling under the blanket as you get comfortable. He schedules the alarm and sets his phone on the bedside table, dousing the room in complete darkness. Your eyes stay open despite, waiting for them to adjust. A few moments of utter silence and stillness pass, and you can tell Spencer is completely stiff next to you. 
"Spencer."
“Yeah,” he answers immediately. Like he’s even more wired about this whole situation than you are. 
"You know you don’t have to avoid touching me at all costs, right? I’m not a leper."
He looses a nervous laugh. 
"I know. We’ve just never really done this."
You frown at the darkness.
"We’ve definitely slept in the same bed before."
"Yeah, but… this feels different."
That, you can’t argue with. Can friends with benefits share a bed just to be near each other? Does that blur some line? And why does it feel more intimate than the sex? 
Screw it. If there is one thing you don’t want your relationship with Spencer to be, it is uncomfortable. Uncertain, you can work with. But not uncomfortable. You reach for him, hand sliding under the duvet—and find his hand already waiting for yours. 
"I don’t think it’s that different," you lie, interlacing your fingers together slowly. 
"Prolonged physical non-sexual contact does have measurable health benefits…" the words are murmured, like the moment is fragile and he doesn’t want to shatter it. 
"Can’t argue with the facts," you breathe, trying to modulate the shakiness of your voice. But you have a feeling you’re doing about as good of a job at concealing your nerves as he is. He shifts.
"Can I…"
"Yeah."
Your heart is pounding as he slips one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, pulling you close. Instinctually you curl into him, slinging your top leg over him as you’ve done before, but always dismissed as post-sex brain chemicals making you feel all warm and fuzzy. A neurological reaction that is so solidly scientific, neither of you ever questioned it. But it feels bigger now. 
He exhales as you settle against each other—a sound of relief that mirrors your own. He’s so warm, so safe as he envelops you, physically and sensorially. In such close proximity, so clear-headed, you notice each layer of his scent. Toothpaste, lavender, vetiver, detergent. You sort of feel like a creep, but you can’t deny how comforting it is. Nor can you deny the pirouette your heart does when he begins minutely rubbing your back, like he’s not even thinking about it. 
"Goodnight," you whisper into his shirt. 
"Goodnight," he whispers back. 
You fall asleep pretty quickly after that. 
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It’s unclear what wakes you up—maybe it’s the blue-grey dawn light filtering in through the filthy window (doubtful, it’s still mostly dark) or maybe it’s the blinking green digital clock on the nightstand. 5:02 AM. Your alarm will go off in an hour and 21 minutes.
Sometime in the night you shifted, turning over in your sleep, but Spencer is still holding you close. The arm slung so casually over your waist is slightly domineering, but you manage to rotate again and face him once more. Mere inches away from his face you can see every detail. His expression is so peaceful, it makes your heart ache. 
But you’re just friends. 
Perhaps he felt you moving, because his eyes flutter open and you watch as they flood with consciousness. He takes you in, takes in his arm over your waist. For a split second you’re nervous he’ll pull away. 
"What time is it?" His voice is scratchy with sleep. 
"Five."
"Why are you awake? We have over an hour til the alarm goes off."
"Sometimes waking up early is okay."
His eyes flicker between your own, and momentarily you’re paralyzed as you realize this is a limbo state for the two of you in which you’ve never operated. You don’t know what’s acceptable. You don’t know what to do. Being close to him feels so good, that the idea of separating hurts. But you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, or—
He leans forward and kisses you softly. In the blue light of dawn, rather than frenzied and hidden in the dark, a desperate tear of clothes and teeth and hands—it’s almost freeing. All the anxiety you were feeling just seconds ago begins to melt. 
Friends. 
"You looked anxious," is his whispered answer after he pulls away a moment later, like a kiss is the simplest remedy in the world. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. "We should go back to sleep."
"I don’t want to go back to sleep."
The corner of his mouth twitches as he studies you.  
"No? What do you want?"
Emboldened by your mutual indiscretion, it’s your turn to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips, hand finding the back of your neck and raking up through your hair to pull you closer. 
The delirium of sleep seems to have softened you, filed down the rough edges of your boundaries and kicked away the lines in the sand. What’s a kiss or two when you’ve just woken up? A small, innocuous display of affection while you’re still barely conscious. Nobody could fault either of you for that. People don’t think clearly when they’ve just been asleep.
So what if your lips part against his, and his other hand finds its way under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your waist and hips? So what if you hitch that leg over him again and press closer?
Spencer breaks the kiss, still ghosting over your lips. 
"I thought it wasn’t a good night?"
"It’s not night time anymore, is it, genius?"
You sneak another kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently as you pull away. 
Instead of whatever array of responses you were expecting, Spencer smiles slightly, eyes almost sparkling in the faint light. The hand on your hip moves to your face, gently thumbing across your cheek. He begins to say something, and stops himself—biting his lip to hold back the words. 
"What?" you ask, heart dropping. Illusion fracturing. 
"I was just—" he begins, pausing for a moment before the words all come out in a rush. "I was just going to tell you how beautiful you are, but I don’t know if that’s something I should say, or if it would feel too… I don’t know…"
He trails off. A rare instance in which he doesn’t have the words. 
You do. Intimate. Real. Romantic. And he’s right, it does feel too much like all of those things. But that doesn’t mean you don’t like it, perhaps more than is strictly good for you. 
"It’s fine. Thank you."
He continues chewing on his lip for a moment. 
"Did I just ruin the mood?"
"No," you laugh, "not at all."
"Thank god," he sighs, surging forward again. 
"Since when do you thank god?" You manage between kisses. 
He moves to press his lips to your jaw and down your neck. 
"Do you want me to talk about the historical and cultural transition of religious expressions into ubiquitous secular colloquialisms right now?"
"Kind of," you breathe.
"No you don’t," he murmurs against your neck as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off."
Well, he’s not wrong there. 
You help him tug the shirt over your head before leaning back into the pillows as he situates himself over you and lavishes more kisses down your neck and collarbones, pausing to suck a mark only when he knows it’s low enough to be covered by your clothing later. 
You gasp when his lips brush over your nipple, before running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He glances up at you, and though his mouth is occupied, you can see the humor in his eyes. He loves how sensitive you are—how easy it is to get a reaction out of you. 
Of course, you continue to prove him right when he takes the other into his mouth, trying to hold back your little whimpers as he darts his tongue over the peak. Maybe somebody else wouldn’t hear them, but Spencer does. He’s hyper attuned to the sounds you make. Something of a catalogue has begun to form in the back of his mind; he knows exactly what each noise means and how to get them out of you. 
Once satisfied, he moves to press a kiss to your sternum. 
"You’re gonna be quiet for me, right?" Another kiss above your bellybutton. "Because Morgan is sleeping right on the other side of that wall, and we don’t want to wake him up."
"I’ll be quiet," you promise, somewhat breathlessly. Spencer’s mouth trails lower until he’s pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely naked. He tosses them somewhere on the floor and hooks your legs over his shoulders. 
"Good." He plants one last kiss to your thigh and the next one lands right between your legs. 
You regret the need to be silent almost as soon as he drags his tongue over your clit. It’s not like the two of you have ever had the privilege of making a lot of noise, as the hotel rooms are always so close to each other, but it doesn’t make it any easier. 
Instead you opt to rake your hands through his hair and try to take deep breaths. But he knows exactly what you like—he knows starting light and slow, teasing around your most sensitive spot will work you up to the brink of insanity, just like he knows gentle circles make your back arch and elicit the prettiest little moans. 
"More," you beg, and the hands wrapped around your thighs rub soothingly, reassuring you that if you can just be patient you’ll get what you want. 
He takes your aching clit into his mouth, sucking lightly and you’re forced to clap a hand over your mouth, muffling the sob of pleasure you can’t hold back. Spencer keeps it up until you’re practically riding his face, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue when you get too close. 
"Fuck, please, Spence," you whisper through your fingers, hips rutting in your desperation. Somehow it always ends up like this—with him in charge and you begging. Not that you have a problem with it, of course. 
He hums into you, and if the way his tongue moves back to circling your clit with newfound fervor is any indication, is apparently satisfied with your entreaty. 
You gasp and try to control your breathy moans, but his mouth feels so good on you that your vision is going out and you’re losing touch with reality ever so slightly. You use the last of your brain power to bite down on the back of your wrist, hoping it adequately muffles the noises you make as you come on Spencer’s tongue and he greedily continues lapping at you. There’s really no way of knowing—your ears are ringing anyway. 
When you come to a moment later he’s peppering kisses on your thighs, rubbing your hips gently. 
"So pretty," he murmurs, climbing back up so your lips can meet again. "Everything about you is pretty."
You paw at his shirt, signaling that you want it off as you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, feel your slippery arousal staining the kiss. Spencer helps you, sitting up briefly to unzip his hoodie and pull off his shirt. 
You’re the one to drag him back down, and you notice that he pulls the covers back over the both of you in a sweet gesture he probably didn’t even think about. 
"Need you to fuck me," you beg, reaching down to try and undress him further. 
"So crude. What happened to my nice, sweet girl?" He mumbles against your neck, but helps you with his pants anyway. 
"You must have me confused with someone else."
"Doubtful."
You don’t have much time to consider what that could mean before he’s running the head of his cock over your clit and you’re gasping into his mouth, saying please like it’s the only word you know. 
"There she is," Spencer croons, slipping inside you slow enough for you to feel every inch but quick enough for it to expel all the air from your lungs. Once he’s opened you all the way up, impossibly deep and close, you’re seeing stars, barely breathing. His head has dropped to your shoulder but now he drags his lips up your neck and jaw. "We okay?"
It’s been a while, you realize, since that last case in Maine. He always takes some getting used to. Hardly able to think around the pressure of his cock you nod, trying to string together a few words. 
"Fuck, I need a second." The words come out choked, but you manage. Spencer rubs your hip, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. 
"Relax, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you."
He curses to himself, dropping his head momentarily. You’re so fucking soft, and warm, and perfect, he can’t think straight. But he has to try because he has to take care of you. 
"Spence," you gasp, failing to verbally communicate the intensity of the physical sensation. 
"I know, baby," comes his sympathetic coo. "You know you can take me. Deep breaths."
"Mhm," you squeak, trying to take follow his directions and soften your muscles. Spencer keeps rubbing soothingly over your hips, stomach, whatever he can get his hands on, really, pressing kisses all over your face and telling you how good you are, how perfect you feel for him. After a few moments he feels you fluttering around him and experimentally pulls out halfway, before pushing back in equally as slowly. Your jaw drops as he begins to leisurely fuck you, arms wrapping around his back. He gets deeper than you expect every time, rubbing you raw and stretching you out in the most delicious way. 
"Perfect, baby. Such a good listener, did exactly what I asked."
You cry out when he begins fucking you impossibly deeper, but still so slow and sweet.
"You feel so fucking good for me," he groans. "This is what you were made for, huh?" You agree enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut. 
"Only for you."
Just three words—but he wasn’t expecting to like hearing you say that as much as he does. A strong desire to possess you overtakes him—one that he’ll probably have the decency to feel guilty about later, but for now feels fucking fantastic and intoxicating. 
"Only me?"
You moan an affirmation. 
"Good. I don’t want anyone else fucking you, do you understand me?"
"Yes!"
"I’m the only one who gets to touch you," he breathes, speeding up ever so slightly, "nobody else is going to feel you like this. Such a good girl, spreading her legs for me at five in the fucking morning. You’re not doing this for anybody else, baby."
"Uh-uh, please, pleasepleaseplease Spence—"
He knows what you need, reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit. 
You gasp an airy, high pitched curse, hips twitching but unable to escape the near-punishing rhythm of his own. It’s obvious that your orgasm is close, but you can’t even warn him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He kisses you, swallowing your moans that have probably become just a bit too loud given the whole hotel thing. 
No words are exchanged between the two of you as you near the finish line for a change, open mouths slipping against each others in what is too messy to be called a kiss. Your orgasm body-slams you, a choked silent scream as you tighten around Spencer and he seems to come at nearly the exact same moment—deep inside you, slowly rolling his hips in a few more strong thrusts as he finishes. 
You let out a delayed moan at the sensation of being filled up, still pulsing around him as he comes to a halt, buried inside of you. He drops his head to your neck, and you can feel each breath against your flushed skin. Other than the panting, you’re both silent for a while. Spencer seems to gather himself sooner than you do, finally breaking the quiet. 
"You okay?"
All you can manage is a little squeak, at which he looses a breathy chuckle. His hand slides to your hip, gently stroking the skin with a thumb. 
"Need your words, angel girl."
"I’m okay," you coo into his shoulder, but he has to strain to hear it above his own breathing. 
"Yeah? Why so quiet?"
But it seems that at least for the moment, he’s gotten all the words he can out of you. When he tries to move, you whimper indignantly, clutching onto him tighter. 
"I really did a number on you this time, huh?" He laughs when you nod into him. "Are you falling asleep?"
"Mhm," you hum dreamily, little puffs of warm air slowing against his neck. 
"You can have…" he cranes his head to check the digital clock, "48 minutes."
"An hour."
He settles his weight on you once more, pressing a chaste kiss to your throat. His voice is low and gentle as he admonishes you. 
"I said 48 minutes."
But it doesn’t matter—you’re already asleep, or close enough to it. Spencer takes the opportunity to shift you to your side, and the way you wrap around him like a vine even unconsciously makes his heart ache. He really should go now—the earlier he gets out of your room the less likely certain complications will arise—but how can he possibly leave you like this? A vulnerable, dreamy girl with tangled hair haloing around her on the pillow case, clinging to him with blind trust that he’ll watch over her as she sleeps? No—there’s no way he’s leaving yet. Instead, he brings you closer. 48 perfect minutes will go by far too quickly, he’s sure. 
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kil9 · 2 years
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im always saying this im so smart my loading time is just so slow....
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andiaquarium · 2 years
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uh oh did I hurt yr feelings with that last ask? Why are you so scared to show everyone :((((
ok actually last one im answering, im not scared to post ur shitty ask i just find it idiotic because im sure my ex is also not telling the full truth at all, im going to assume hes saying alllll this bad shit about ME and not saying anything about the way HE treated me. also i am very aware i wasnt a perfect partner i am fullllllly aware i fucked up every now n then okay?
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kimmkitsuragi · 2 years
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i dont know how to respond to teasing. at this point idc if it makes me look like a stupid person but i hope i dont come off as rude lol
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fushiguro-megloomy · 8 months
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not in love
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a/n: i just kinda pulled this outta my ass, it was also only suppose to be like 1k words but here we are. xoxo // photos are not mine, check masterlist description for header & banner credits synopsis: classic he doesnt realize he's in love with you until your gravely injured trope. wc: 4.2k (i dont wanna talk about it lmao) tags: fem!reader x megumi warnings: not proof read (when is it ever lol), use of she/her pronouns, lots of angst, talk about blood, wounds, hospitals etc etc
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In the Jujutsu headquarters, a buzz filled the air as Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji gathered around the table for dinner. Laughter and banter filtered out from his friends, but tonight, Megumi pushed his food around absentmindedly, lost in thought.
The mission was straightforward – eliminate a mid level curse swiftly. Yet, time stretched on, and unease crept into Megumi's mind. Why the delay? It should have taken an hour, two at the most, but you’d been gone all day. He pondered the possibilities, his friends' chatter fading into the background. Megumi's gaze fixed on his untouched meal, his thoughts racing. What if something went wrong?
“Fushiguro? Hey!” 
Nobaras voice pulled him from his trance, her and Yuji staring at him from across the table. 
“You alright, man?” Yuji inquired, his words carrying a note of worry as he swallowed a mouthful of food.
Megumi blinked, his expression unchanged as he refocused on his surroundings. He looked at his friends and gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."
Nobara raised an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "About?"
A small huff escaped Megumi's lips, brows knitting together. "Just wondering why that mission is taking so long."
Yuji leaned forward, his tone becoming more serious. "y/n’s? You suspect something?"
Megumi's gaze remained steady, his emotions concealed beneath his calm demeanor. "There's a possibility. This mission should have been straightforward. She should be back by now, right?"
Nobara's eyes gleamed with determination. "Listen, y/n knows what she’s doing. She’s dealt with plenty of mid level curses before, this one is no different." 
Megumi acknowledged Nobara's words with a nod, his focus unwavering. "I know. It's just unlike her to be gone for this long without a word."
“I’m sure she’s just preoccupied. She probably already got back and just went to lay down. I know I’m always tired after a mission.” Yuji offered. 
"True, she's probably just tired," Nobara added, a hint of her usual mischievous grin playing at the corner of her lips. "You're just overthinking."
Megumi conceded with a sigh. They were probably right; you were perfectly capable. Yet, the nagging worry persisted, causing him to steal glances at his phone discreetly beneath the edge of the table. He scrolled through his messages, searching for any unread notifications or missed calls, but there were none to be found.
Yuji, always quick to pick up on subtle cues, noticed Megumi's actions. He and Nobara shared a glance. 
Leaning back, crossing his arms behind his head, Yuji spoke in a casual tone. “I guess if I was in love I'd be pretty worried too.” 
Megumi's head snaps up towards his friends, a mix of surprise and annoyance in his expression. His attempt at maintaining his composed demeanor falters, his facade cracking just slightly.
“Yeah,” Nobara continued with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I can’t imagine if I didn't hear from the person I was in love with for hours on end.”
Megumi's pause is momentary, his raised eyebrow accompanied by a slight glare that attempts to mask his unease. "What are you idiots talking about?"
Nobara leans forward, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "You know, just how you’re in love with y/n? It makes sense why you're so worried."
Yuji chuckles, enjoying the playful banter.
Megumi's attempts at regaining his composure fall short as his friends' teasing continues. "You're both insufferable." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose. 
Nobara and Yuji are grinning, clearly pleased with their successful teasing. Megumi's subtle reactions don't escape their notice, and they exchange knowing looks before bursting into laughter.
"Aw, Fushiguro, don't be so embarrassed," Yuji says, still chuckling. "It's cute."
Nobara adds with a mischievous grin, "Yeah, we're just looking out for you, man."
Megumi rolls his eyes, his exasperation only fueling their amusement. "You two are unbelievable. I am not in love with her. I’m simply a concerned friend."
Nobara's eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise. "Really? Because from what I remember the day Gojo-sensei introduced her to us you’ve been different. Less…” She trailed off searching for the right words.
“Doom and gloom!” Yuji chimed in, earning a nod from Nobara.
Megumi falters, a soft sigh escaping him. "Alright, maybe I've grown accustomed to her presence. But that doesn't mean—"
Nobara interrupts with a teasing grin. "Doesn't mean what, Fushiguro?"
Megumi's gaze narrows at her, but the corners of his lips twitch almost imperceptibly. "Doesn't mean anything more than what it is."
Yuji leans in, his voice a teasing whisper. "You know, they say denial is the first sign."
Megumi lets out an audible groan. "I don't know why I even bother with you two."
"Because we're your favorite people," Nobara quips, her grin unrelenting. Yuji nods enthusiastically.
“I’m leaving.” Megumi states, rising to his feet. 
Nobara and Yuji exchange triumphant glances, their teasing having achieved its desired effect. Megumi's exit is met with amused laughter as he attempts to escape their playful taunts. 
Megumi made his way downstairs, pushing past the outside door and making his way into the main courtyard. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he checked for any messages again, his brows furrowing in frustration as he found nothing. He jammed the phone back into his pocket, quickly shaking his head. He couldn't let their words get to him. He wasn't in love with you – they were just being delusional. You were a friend, a coworker. 
As he reached a bench, he sat down heavily, his thoughts swirling. His mind replayed snippets of conversations, shared missions, and stolen glances. He couldn't deny the camaraderie that had grown between you, the way your presence seemed to bring a sense of calm amidst the chaos of his world. Sure you were skilled, funny, oh and don't forget drop dead gorgeous. But that didn't mean anything. Right?
He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself. "I'm overthinking everything."
But no matter how much he tried to brush it off, he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling deep within him – the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was more to his concern than he was willing to admit. His mind wandered back to that day, when Gojo first introduced you to the group.
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Final semester, Grad year
“I don’t understand,” Yuji exclaimed, looking at Satoru from his seat on the ground. "We're nearly about to graduate, how are we getting a new student?"
Megumi chimed in, his gaze fixed on the horizon as usual, elbows propped against his knees. "Yeah, it just seems unnecessary."
The white-haired sorcerer smiled, his tone carrying a sense of assurance. “Well, it’s just as I said. One of our sister schools was dissolved. They just didn't have enough students, so they’re being absorbed. Kyoto is getting most of them, but we've also accepted one here since she’s on the same level as you all.”
“She? Oh yeah, that’s all I need to hear. We need more women around here.” Nobara quipped, her excitement palpable. “Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in testosterone now that Maki’s gone!” 
Yuji laughed at Nobara's comment, while Megumi's lips twitched into a small, barely noticeable smile. The anticipation of a new student brought a sense of excitement and curiosity to the group. 
"I wonder if she'll be as strong as Maki," Yuji mused, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and excitement.
Nobara shrugged. "Well, Maki was a force to be reckoned with, but that doesn't mean this new girl won't have her own unique skills."
Megumi's voice, typically reserved, joined the conversation. "It's important for us to be open-minded and willing to adapt. We can learn from each other."
Nobara smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Looks like Fushiguro is getting all philosophical on us."
His lips quirked up a fraction. "Just stating the facts."
“From the looks of her paperwork she’s quite something.” Gojo beams. “But I suppose we will have to see for ourselves.” He checks the time quickly before looking back to the group. “Speaking of, she should be here any-”
“Gojo-sensei!” A voice calls out from the distance, carrying a hint of sheepishness.
Satoru is quick to spin on his heels, a welcoming grin plastered on his face as you approach. Yuji and Nobara quickly peek over their teacher's shoulders, trying to catch a glimpse, while Megumi remains seated on the ground, staring off into the distance with disinterest.
As you draw closer, a mix of nerves and anticipation settles in the air. Your gaze meets Satoru's warm smile, his playful energy adds to the atmosphere. The courtyard seems to hold its breath for a moment, the excitement tangible.
"You must be our new addition," Satoru says with genuine warmth, extending a hand. 
You return his smile, shaking his hand firmly. "Thank you, Gojo-sensei. I'm excited to be here."
There's a pause before he yanks you forward into a hug. “Oh aren't you just adorable! We're so happy to have you!” He exclaims, squishing your cheeks. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sudden affection but you can’t help but laugh.
You nearly stumble as he releases you, smoothing the front of your uniform as you're greeted next by a pink haired boy and a girl with a bob.
“Sorry he’s a little eccentric. I’m Nobara kugisaki.” She says, shooting a look at Satoru. You shake her hand with a grin. 
“I prefer lovable.” He says still flashing an award winning smile. 
“Yuji Itadori.” The pink haired boy chimes in, butting his way in front of Nobara. 
You greet Yuji with a friendly smile. “It’s nice to meet you!” You chirp, nerves settling a little. There's a slight pause.
“Fushiguro don’t be a dick,” Nobara scolds, turning your attention towards the boy with spiky black hair sitting a few feet behind the exchange. “Introduce yourself!”
Megumi let out a sigh, turning to give you a cursory glance. His words seemed to dissipate as he did a double take, one that didn't go unnoticed by his peers. 
His dark eyes met yours, and for an instant, time seemed to slow. There you were, bathed in the soft glow of the courtyard, a hint of pink dusting your cheeks. Your presence seemed so warm all of a sudden. His heart seemed to beat a bit faster as he took in your appearance. Your features were delicate and captivating, with eyes that held a depth of kindness and curiosity, inviting him to unravel the mysteries that lay within. Your smile, though fleeting, had an innocent charm that tugged at something deep within him. 
To the untrained eye, Megumi seemed unfazed, his serious demeanor never breaking. But his classmates and teacher knew him better than that. 
“y/n.” You gleamed, breaking the momentary silence extending a hand. “Nice to meet you.”
He stood, meeting your outstretched hand. Satoru and his classmates eyed him with an amused grin, but he didnt notice. 
“Megumi Fushiguro.” 
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“MEGUMI!” Satoru's voice sliced through Megumi's thoughts, yanking him from his trance.
As he looked over, his heart seemed to stop in his chest. In the distance, in Gojo's arms, was your small form, laying limp.
“Megumi, call Shoko and tell her we’re on our way.” Satorus voice rang in Megumis and for a moment he was frozen.
“Fushiguro, now!” 
Panic surged through him, every ounce of his being jolted into action. Without hesitation, he reached for his phone, his fingers fumbling slightly as he dialed Shoko's number. 
His voice was trembling as he spoke. "Shoko, it's Megumi. We need you to meet us in medical, it's an emergency."
The urgency of the situation hung heavy as Megumi disconnected the call.  His gaze remained fixed on your motionless form as Gojo approached, his shirt stained with blood.  You were barely conscious, breathing shallow and labored. Bruises marred your body, stark against your skin. A deep, ugly gash carved into your collarbone and hip. His mind raced as he processed the gravity of the situation. 
“What-” Megumi's voice croaked, his throat tight as he struggled for words. He fell into step behind Satoru as they burst into the building, urgency propelling their movements down the corridor. “How did this happen?”
“The job information was wrong.” Gojo stated, his voice deceptively calm. “There was a mid-level curse, but there was a special grade that nobody knew about.”
Megumi's gut clenched. The realization that you had been ambushed hit him like a physical blow. Gojo's calm demeanor grated on Megumi's nerves, the contrast between his nonchalance and the gravity of the situation unsettling. He knew Satoru was always one to keep his cool, even in the most dire circumstances, but Megumi's worry for your well-being was a relentless undercurrent beneath his typically composed exterior.
The doors to the medical unit were in sight and Shoko stood waiting, her expression was a mix of concern and readiness. Megumi's steps quickened, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the medical unit. As they reached the doors, Satorus gaze met Shoko's, a silent exchange passing between them. 
Without a word, Shoko stepped aside, following them in as you were placed down on one of the medical tables. As you were carefully placed down, the jostling movement caused a sharp, pained wail to rip its way from your throat. A small trickle of blood spilled from your mouth.  
The sound cut through the air, a haunting echo that stung Megumi's ears and tugged at his heartstrings. He was by your side almost immediately, hands hovering slightly, wanting to take your hand. Wanting to try and give you some comfort yet not wanting to hurt you. You looked at him, with a lidded, teary gaze, reaching for his hand. 
“Megu-” Your weak voice started, but you froze, megumi watching in horror as your eyes rolled back in your head, your whole body tensed up before beginning to shake. 
"She’s seizing,” Shoko stated, quickly abandoning the medical tray beside her. “Her brain isn’t getting enough blood.” 
She gripped down on one of your shoulders. “Help me hold her down, we don't know how bad her internal injuries are. I don't want her to risk causing further damage!”
Megumi's hesitation was brief, his hands quickly finding their place as he followed Shoko's lead, Satoru at your legs. The sight of your body wracked by the seizure filled him with a helplessness unlike he'd ever felt.  
As the seizure subsided and your body began to relax, Megumi let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. Shoko quickly assessed your condition, her hands moving with practiced precision. Megumi's gaze remained locked onto your face.
Shoko's voice was a steady anchor in the chaos. "We need to stabilize her. Get her on an IV and monitor her vitals closely." She paused, looking at Megumi and Gojo. “You guys gotta go. My team needs to work and you’ll both be in the way.”
Megumi's immediate reaction was to protest, his concern for your well-being driving him to stay by your side. But before he could voice his objections, Gojo gripped his arm, a silent command to comply. With a final, lingering look, Megumi took a step back before Gojo led him out the door. 
Once outside the medical unit, Megumi and Satoru were met with the wide-eyed expressions of Nobara and Yuji. Their questions came fast and frantic, a whirlwind of concern and confusion. Satoru stepped forward, his voice a calming presence as he explained the situation, attempting to reassure the worried pair. But for Megumi, the sounds of their voices faded into the background. 
He stared down at his hands, now stained red with blood, your blood. His vision blurred and his ears rang. God, he should've been there. He’d known something was off, he felt it in his bones. His knuckles went white as he clenched his fists. What if-
A hand came down on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality and nearly causing him to flinch. 
“It’s gonna be okay Fushiguro.” Yuji said, giving him a squeeze. “She’s gonna be alright. You should go get cleaned up” He said, eyeing the blood. Satoru was already making his way down the hall to get cleaned up himself. 
Megumi shook his head, swallowing hard. “No.”
“We’ll all wait right here, until Shoko updates us, yeah?” Nobara offered, smiling weakly and nudging Yuji.
The pink haired boy hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement, his grip on Megumi's shoulder tightening briefly before he released it.
Time seemed to stretch on, the minutes pushing into hours.  Nobara and Yuji had shifted to sit against the wall, lumped together, barely keeping their eyes open as the night rolled in. Megumi, on the other hand, couldn't bring himself to sit. Restlessness gnawed at him, he paced back and forth, his steps uneven and agitated. He stole glances at the closed door, each passing moment felt like an eternity. 
Seeing you in such a vulnerable and fragile state had torn through Megumi's heart with an intensity he couldn't ignore.  He cared for you deeply, more deeply than he had allowed himself to acknowledge. His steps faltered, and he came to a stop by the window, his gaze fixed on the outside world but his thoughts centered on you. He couldn't deny it any longer. His friends were right. It was so obvious, staring him in the face. How had he just realized?
“You guys were right.” His voice broke the silence, turning towards his friends but unable to meet their eyes. They looked up at him, confused and groggy expressions. 
“I’m in love with her.” 
Nobara's eyebrows shot up, her surprise evident as she glanced at Yuji before back at Megumi. Yuji's lips curved into a small sad smile, his eyes softening with understanding.
Nobara recovered first, her tone gentle but teasing. "Well, it's about time you figured it out, Fushiguro." Yuji chuckled, nodding in agreement.
Megumi grit his teeth, looking back down at his hands and your now dried blood. “What if she- What if i can’t-” He can't find the words to continue, not wanting to speak the worst. 
“Hey, don't say that, dude," Yuji's voice was firm yet reassuring, his eyes locked onto Megumis.  "She’s gonna be fine. Shoko's doing everything she can, and we're all here for her."
Nobara's expression was equally determined as she added, "We've faced tough situations before, and we've come out stronger."
Their words were a lifeline, pulling him back from despair. Megumi let out a shaky breath, his fists relaxing slightly as he looked from Yuji to Nobara. 
The doors opening pulled them from their huddle, Megumi whipping around to meet Shoko as she came towards them. The blood on her uniform had his stomach twisting nervously. 
 "Shoko," Megumi's voice was a mixture of anxiety and urgency, his eyes searching her face for any sign of hope or reassurance.
Shoko's expression was a mix of weariness and exhaustion, her eyes meeting Megumi's as she came to a halt in front of them. "She'll live," she began. "We managed to stabilize her condition and stop the bleeding."
Relief flooded through Megumi's veins, the weight on his chest lifting ever so slightly. His gaze remained locked onto Shoko's, his gratitude and worry warring within him.
Nobara's voice broke the tense silence, her tone a mix of concern and curiosity. "But...?"
Shoko's gaze never wavered, her words measured and somber. "She's still unconscious, and there's significant trauma that we need to address. It's going to be a long night." She sighed. “You all need to go get some rest, and Megumi you need to clean yourself up.”
Nobara gripped his arm, giving a supportive squeeze. "You heard her," she said, her voice firm yet compassionate. "We need to take care of ourselves too. Let's go get some rest, Megumi."
Yuji chimed in, his expression mirroring their collective sentiment. "Yeah, she's right. We'll be back here first thing in the morning."
Megumi hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting from Shoko to his friends. The exhaustion that had settled into his bones was undeniable, and the prospect of a few hours of rest was tempting. He knew that taking care of himself was important not only for his well-being but also for your sake.
With a nod, he finally relented. "Alright. Let's go."
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Megumi didn't wake until late morning the next day, the worry had wracked his body with exhaustion to the point he didn't remember falling asleep. He was quick to scramble out of bed, throwing on whatever was nearest and hurrying his way down to the recovery ward. 
As he approached he saw Shoko and Satoru outside your room in conversation. 
"Shoko, Gojo," he called out, his voice a mix of anxiety and anticipation. "How is she? Is she awake?"
Shoko turned to him, her expression tired. "She woke up a little while ago," she replied, her tone carrying a sense of relief. "She's conscious and stable."
A wave of relief washed over Megumi, his shoulders slumping slightly as the tension that had gripped him began to loosen. Satoru offered him a reassuring nod, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"She's asking for you," Satoru added, his voice gentle. "I think she'd be glad to see you."
Megumi's heart skipped a beat at the mention of your request.
He nodded and quickly dipped into the room. Yuji and Nobara were by your side, engaged in conversation. Your laughter, though accompanied by a wince, was a welcome sound.
“Hey.” Megumi breathed, approaching the foot of the bed. You met his gaze and your face lit up, causing his stomach to flutter. 
“Hey Fushiguro, I was starting to think you forgot about me.” you teased, your lighthearted energy a stark contrast to the situation you were in, bandages wrapped around your form and stitches lacing your body. It was refreshing. 
A small smile played at the corners of his lips as he took his own seat next to the bed, his gaze fixed on you. "As if I could forget," he replied softly.
Yuji and Nobara looked at the pair of you and then to each other, sharing a knowing smile before rising from their spots. 
“We're gonna go get breakfast.” Nobara chimed innocently. 
“Yup, yup. We’ll come back in a bit,” Yuji added, a bit more obvious, leaving no doubt that their departure was intentional.
Megumi mentally facepalmed, but you seemed none the wiser. Giving them both a smile as they waved you off and quickly made their exit. 
Once you were alone, you looked back at Megumi, giving a sheepish smile. “Sorry I caused such a scare.” You mumbled.
He shook his head, his expression softening. "No need to apologize. I'm just glad you're okay." His voice was sincere, his concern evident in his eyes as he met your gaze. "You had us all worried."
You nodded slowly, looking back down at your hands as they fidgeted in your lap. “I remember you being there before I blacked out.” 
"Yeah, I was there," he confirmed softly. Your lips pursed.
“I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” You said, eyebrows knitting together.
Megumi took your hand without thinking. "Don't apologize," he replied, his voice gentle. "It was scary, but it made me realize something important.”
“Yeah me too.” You said, squeezing his hand in response.
“Oh?” Megumi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “You first.”
A playful exchange ensued as you hesitated, “No you first.” prompting each other to speak first, resulting in an awkward chuckle shared between you.
“Okay. I’ll go first,” Megumi finally said, taking a breath. 
There was a brief pause, both of you struggling to make eye contact, the air thick with anticipation. And then, as if propelled by an unseen force, you both blurted out your revelations simultaneously.
“I’m in love with you.”
The words hung in the air, a powerful confession that seemed to reverberate around the room. Megumi's heart raced, his gaze locked onto yours, his dark eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise, vulnerability and confusion. You stared back at him, your own heart pounding, the admission leaving you both exposed and raw. 
“What?” He questioned, almost not believing his ears. 
You bit your lip, pausing for another moment before you spoke. “Megumi.. I’m in love with you, and I have been for a long time. I didn't think you felt the same way so I never said anything but almost dying made me realize I would rather you knew and-” The words were snowballing as you blabbered nervously before you noticed a smile curling its way onto Megumi's lips. 
He leaned forward, grip tightening on your hand as a deep blush crept its way up your neck. “What are you smiling like that for?” You asked, voice now small and self conscious. 
“I’m…” Megumi's voice trailed off, and he shook his head slightly as if trying to gather his thoughts. “I'm so stupidly in love with you too, and I just didn't realize how much until now.”
Another silence fell over the room as you both soaked in each other's words. You bit your lip, looking up at him with a grin, a giggle spilling from your lips. His own grin now plastered across his face  in response. 
“Well I'm glad we got that out of the way.” You said quietly, sucking in a breath as he leaned in.
“Me too.” He mumbled before his lips were pressing into yours.
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ch3rriiii-bunn · 10 months
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Girl I just had an idea and I immediately went to you 😳
Ok so imagine the hantengu clones s/o stuck in a wall or a fence don't matter but like I know it gets steamy once they see their s/o in that position 🤞🏾
Dumb slayer♡
YOU'RE BRAIN IS AMAZING 🙈🙈🙈 the way I kept giggling and kicking my feet making this😆😆
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Warnings: fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be a swordsman (but is dating the clones lol), 5some, public sex, humiliation, throat fucking, praising and Degrading, rough sex
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"So... how did you manage to get yourself stuck here?" Aizetsu asked, looking at you with more pity than usual, letting you hold onto his hands for support. "W-well, I was training, and I tried to use a new breath form, and it flew me back, so I'm here now," you said, looking at Aizetsu.
"Fucking idiot" Sekido said on the other side of the wall. You and hear the loud laughter of Karaku and Urogi and you felt like dying from the embarrassment "what kind of breath form makes a human fly back in this postion!?" Urogi laughed at you harder. "If only you could see how funny you look," Karaku said.
You couldn't take the embarrassment anymore and covered your face. "Can you guys just help me out of this, please!? I can't get out, " you said, almost crying. Aizetsu was the only one who felt bad for you in this state and just moved your hands away from your face and held your hands. "Don't cry it'll make me sad..." Aizetsu looked at you with a frown.
"Even though you look ridiculous like this, it's still a great view... perfect level for me too, " Karaku said, looking at your ass. You use your muscle strength to lift your legs up and cover yourself from behind as much as possible. "Why are you hiding yourself from us? It's not like we've seen you without this skirt on before," Urogi chuckles, lifting your skirt up with his Tallons.
You looked back. You dont know why you looked back since there was just the wall you were stuck in, but you just felt a cold claw lift your skirt up and grop your ass. You turn back to Aizetsu and get a glance at his hard dick print through his pants. Aizetsu took notice and held your hands tighter. "Sorry y/n... y-you just look so cute in this position."
"Fuck yeah she gose" Karaku said pressing his thumb on the wet spot on your panties making you wiggle your hips from the pleasure. Karaku chuckles and uses his fingers to rub at your clit "I don't think I wanna help you out of this postion just yet" he said
You couldn't see the others but you could tell what they weren't going to help you until they've been satisfied. you bit your lip feeling yourself getting more and more turned on from ho Karaku kept rubbing his fingers on your clothed pussy, the sexual desire grew more and more and you made sure to look around. Aizetsu raised his eye brow "are you okay? Does it hurt being stuck like this? You poor thing..." he said.
You shake your head to Aizetsu's question, "....th-theres no one around out here, right? Except you guys, right?" You asked, and Aizetsu nodded. "Sadly no," Urogi answered with disappointment in his tone, but you know he had a big grin on his face. "Then let's make this quick, ok?".
Aizetsu pulled his cock out the second you gave the okay "stick out your tounge~ please-" he said only to be shoved by Sekido who came from the other side of the wall "you're always having her suck you off. Since you want to be fucked like a slut in public you're sucking my cock frist" he said pulling it out and Urogi groans "what about me!?" He yelled "y/n can take care of all three of us... she's done it before" Aizetsu said softly as the 3 demon men surround you with their hard cocks in your face.
Karaku stayed behind you and pulled down your panties "fuck~ usually I'd take my time tounge fucking you dumb but.." he let out a heavy sigh, sticking his long tounge out letting a huge glop of saliva fall from it onto your hole making it slide down to your pussy to lubricant it "our princess asked so nicely for us to be quick" he smirked and slowly pushes his thick cock inside you "taking me so good, like always" he said thrusting his cock I'm your tight hole
You gasped at Karaku's sudden movements not letting you adjust like usual to his size and your mouth hung open with loud moans escaping your mouth only to have Sekido's cock shoved having you quiet down. "Hurry up. Get to work," he says and lets out a groan when you Bob your head sucking him off moaning on his cock. You looked over at Aizetsu and Urogi on the opposite sides of you and use your hands to jerk them off.
"Aah~ y-y/n your hand feels so good~ squeeze my cock a little, please~" Aizetsu said already becoming a moaning mess "if only you could see yourself right now" Urogi laughed enjoying how you're struggling to suck Sekido off with your hands busy and nothing to hold on for support "but still. You look so fucking pretty like this" he said pulling your head up by your hair after a few minutes of sucking sekido's cock and then shoves his cock in your mouth "fuckk~ thats right moan on it princess" Urogi moans
"What the hell are you doing!?" Sekido yelled "oh fuck off. you had your turn" Urogi argues, thrusting his cock in your mouth "that's it, fucking take it, keep moaning on my cock it feels so good" he smirks. "I wanna hear those pretty moans too but your mouth is so full of cock isn't it y/n" Karaku teased, snapping his hips faster. grabbed your ass to see the thick white ring on his cock making him moan in satisfaction "what a pretty mess" he spanks your ass making you moan loudly.
Aizetsu was getting Impatient and pushed Urogi after a few minutes and shoves his cock in your mouth holding your head "cant wait anymore- haa~ need to cum down this pretty throat" he whimpers softly with his eyes closed "make sure to take care of the others to y/n" Aizetsu said with broken moans and starts to fuck your throat.
You're eyes began to roll back with tears filling your water line getting plesured from behind and having another thick cock fuck your throat. The sounds of your moaned while having the sounds of your throat fucked sounded like heaven to their ears but you still needed to get the job done
Sekido tapped your face, snapping you back to your sense, and grabbed your hand, groaning and moaning in anger. "How dare not focus on me. Make this hand fucking useful and make me cum" he said as you start to jerk him off faster as well as urogi. Urogi let's out a laugh mixed with moans "look at her eyes rolling back, she's already fucked out! Keep making that face y/n" he said as his cock has pre cum leaking from it.
"You're close, aren't you? Cum on my cock slut i know you want- no you need too" Karaku said leaning down just enough to have his fingers rub on your clit as he pounds into you and moaned at how you clenched around him "fuck princess, fuck~ gonna cum- cumming, cumming!" Karaku moaned as he cums deep inside.
You moan loudly on Aizetsu's cock sending a Pleasurable vibration on his cock when you came on Karaku's. "Take it all. please, please, please" Aizetsu begs and trembles as he cums down your throat.
Urogi and Sekido came moments later getting it on your hand but some getting on your face, Aizetsu pulls his cock mouth your mouth and gasped letting your head fall but Aizetsu lifting up your chin "good girl" he says and kisses your forehead
"Not bad, this is a nice look on your" Sekido comments with a smirk on his face and Urogi chuckling at your weak form clinging onto Aizetsu.
Karaku spreads you open watching his cum leaking out of you and run down your legs "nah, she looks a lot better from back here~"
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shakirawastaken · 1 year
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dsmp if...they wanted to propose to you!
dsmp if... series goes wild  anyway
dream: - he’d put himself out there with a poise of confidence and strategy - like bro is prepared . he knows when where what why and how all this shit is happening  - but is also kinda like “ill just wing it and we’ll see how it goes lol” - get this man a schedule - he doesnt want to do a whole public thing so in my head i see him proposing to you in like a restaurant but like a fancy one - hed splurge for sURE  - one of those guys who had like 50 million meeting with ring companies to design the perfect one - asked his mom for help on designing a ring  - he had the blueprint for a speech in his head but when the moment came he went with the flow  - but when hes proposing hed remember his speech so hed be like - “i had this speech that id written, but looking at you made me forget it all, will you marry me?” or some shit like that LMFAOOO - pays sapnap money to come eat the place too so he can take pictures 
sapnap: - okay sapnap is a family man in my head - hed also want to do a destination proposal - maybe greece? rome? somewhere not in america is what im feeling - or hed do it in a fucking ranch in texas or like down the street from the dream team house either one - EITHER WAY he would want your parents and his parents MINIMUM to be there - searches up “best wedding ring designs 2022″ in google and hopes and prays - hed have one or two meeting to plan the ring but i think he’d be confident in what you like  - even if he has no clue - like “so sir, do you think your future fiance would like a rose gold band or gold band?” “rose gold for sure” *has no idea what you like * - would not try to plan a speech, he knows he’d forget it and wouldn’t even use it - saves all that material for the vows - so confident you’ll say yes that he starts calling ahead to look at venues to tour - LMFAO IMAGINE YOU ANSWER HIS PHONE AND THE GUY IS LIKE “hello yes we’re calling nick because he had interest in touring our wedding venue! congrats on the engagement!” - and youd be like “tf” - so you know - but dont tell him you know please it would make his year 
george: - is nervous - “dream what if they say no idk” “bro youre a fucking idiot” - def doesnt want to do a public proposal, he likes the private aspect - so he does it at home or some shit and his phone up to record cause bro knows youd be mad if you had no memento - but he doesnt do it secretly - hed press record and set it up so you can obviously see it - and youre expecting some prank - but then he gets down on one knee and youre tearing up and shi right in the middle of your kitchen - get mad at him for not letting you dress up and look nice for it - has a speech planned out in his head. word for word. and recites that shit back to you like its fucking drama class - once u say yes hes on discord like “SHE SAID YES” and sapnaps like “no fucking shit” - he’s the type of guy to make a ring that he likes and hopes that you like it too - luckily you do like the ring so it all works out - if not just tell him he wont be mad hell just go make a new one
quackity: - asks you like a few months earlier if you want to get married - “do you wanna get married” “sure” - so he knows youre locked in and ready to go LMFAOO even if you interpreted it as light hearted at the time - because of that theres a little suspicion that goes on in your mind when you see him go “i gotta take this call” or “no im def not looking up wedding venues 2023 what do you mean” - but you being the great s/o you are just ignore it - is he proposing or did he take you on a late night drive to an outlook thing - is he proposing or did you catch karl in the bushes with a camera - is he proposing or did he say youre beautiful - is he proposing or did he get down on one knee?? YK WHAT IM SAYING - bro just stares at you and you stare at him like - “babe” “babe” love - youre nodding ur head yes before bro gets a chance to speak - which is good cause he didn’t know what he wanted to say - not that he doesnt know what to say its just - he has so many words for you that he cant put them into words - was ready to blurt out a mixture of spanish and english and hope u caught his drift
karl: - enlists the help of his friend - “hey tina take y/n to get their nails done” - “hey brooke take y/n to get a new dress” - “hey sapnap give me money to buy y/n a ring” LMFAOFMOA - no hed be saving up that shit for AGES - started a proposal dream pinterest board the minute he knew you were the one - subtly ran ideas by you over the course of the years you were together - you didnt think of anything. blissfully unaware - “look at this picture on pinterest!” “oh its sO PRETTY!! imagine getting engaged there” - *saves it to the board* - BUT AS A RESULT he cant make up his mind on where to propose - so he just picks one enie-meanie-miney-mo or however you spell it  - wherever it ends up being its so sweet - mr beast or someone tricks you into coming to the location under the guise of a video  - and you show up and its karl in a suit - “lets go on a walk love” “okay?” - you get an idea of whats about to happen
wilbur: - stalks your pinterest stalks your moms pinterest stalks your ex friends sister met someone at the club and he kissed her’s pinterest - is SO CONFIDENT he’s got everything right because all his information is form you directly - plans that shit out to a T  - “okay phil at 11:02 am you call y/n and say good morning any plans for the day then tommy at 11:34 am call y/n and ask her if she wants to join you for a vlog at [location]” “dude wil we know lets just get on with it” - chooses somewhere with ambience with music perhaps by the ocean or a river or something - meticulously listens to all of spotify for the perfect song to play in the background - hired james and ash (professionals) to film  -  public proposal wants the world to know that he is wilbur and he loves you -  isnt nervous about proposing but is scared something is gonna go wrong -  the whole build up to the proposal is a blur to him  - he wants it to be perfect - hes mentally checking everything off in his head as it happens - “okay so we arrived on time, check” “we’re standing in the right direction check” - when the time comes to propose he blanks - cause everything went right and now its showtime - says whatever is on his mind and then gets on track - “oh my god everything i alright this is amazing! but i love you dear like a lot and...” - cue cheering from tommy (and a lot of soft smiles from random people) when you say yes 
please send me requests it took me days to figure out what to write about here
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v3lv3tf0x · 2 months
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Yoo Hoo~! Anybody home? Aha! Someone is(nt)! Anywho, i (DEMAND) want a request.. Of Scaramouche x my oc?? Can you do it? Hetes a desc of my oc:
OC:
Blue mixed with Light green hair
Short to Med hair
120cm
An outfiy kind of like this? But add ruffles.
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She has cyro and is like weak asf and is always like "Scaraaa! I need help right now!" kind of like a bratty behavior but when scara gets like serious serious she just behaves.
Genre: sfw at beginning and nsfw to mid-end
Max length: 1-2.5k words... I feel greedy for that lol >D
Scara is kind of like a brat tamer y'knoww? Like he got back from his fatui mission but i dont know abt it, and hes utterly tired and im just like being a brat so he like tames us? Petnames are your choice.
Finally got to this! You didn't mention her name so I improvised, I hope that's alright. Here you go, though, I hope you like it!
Scaramouche was exhausted from his most recent mission, despite how much enjoyment he got from tormenting the inferior idiots. When he got home, he wanted to bathe and rest. A God should not be dirty. But (name) refused to let him do so. She was unaware of his mission- he refused to tell her what he did- but it was getting on his nerves.
     “Scara, c’mon! I just wanna spar! I’m getting better, I swear-!” (name) whined, grabbing his arm. Scaramouche scoffed, yanking his arm away.
     “Later, (name), I’m tired,” he snapped, trying to head to the washroom, rolling his eyes in exasperation when (name) grabbed him again.
     “Puh-lease, Scara! I won’t ask for a while after! Please, please!” She was bouncing on her toes, making her skirt twirl around her.
     “Fine.” Scaramouche pushed her aside, storming into the courtyard and readying himself. “Show me what you’ve learned, then.” (name) pulled out her spear, ice particles sparkling at the tip before she suddenly slammed it into the ground, sending ice spikes rushing towards Scaramouche. He startled, barely having enough time to jump to the side to avoid being skewered. Huh. (name) really had been practicing. A smirk made its way onto his face as he looked over at his darling.
     “Well, well. Look at you,” he purred, grinning. (name) giggled, twirling her spear around.
     “Told you I learned!” She called up before holding the spear out in front of her, feet planted firmly in the dirt. Scaramouche nodded once before sending a bolt of electricity down towards her, which she parried with stunning accuracy. They traded blows, parrying and dodging, cryo and electro clashing sending snowflakes sprinkling to the warm ground, making the courtyard muddy. Sacaramouche, for the most part, stayed up on the pillars, whereas (name) floundered in the mud. Nearing the end of their sparring session, she kept slipping. Scaramouche took advantage of this fact and quickly sent a barrage of electricity at her, making the poor girl fall flat on her back. He then landed above her, effectively pinning her to to ground with a sneer on his face.
     “You’ve gotten better, yeah, but you’re not good.” He scoffed. (name) pouted up at him.
     “You’re such a bully! I am good!” She pushed him back, sending him sprawling into the mud. He made a decidedly unGodly noise as mud splattered on him as he hit the ground. (name) burst into a fit of laughter, grabbing a fistful of mud and throwing it at him. It landed with a wet splat right in the center of his chest. He gave her an icy glare before throwing mud back at her, which she dodged far too easily. 
     “This is stupid. We’re not children,” He huffed, standing up and trying to wipe his hands off.
     “It’s fun!” (name) protested as Scaramouche began to head back inside. He ignored her, kicking his shoes off and heading to the bathroom.
     “Hurry up if you want to bathe together,” He called unceremoniously. (name) scrambled after him, following him into the large bathroom. Scaramouche turned on the shower, making sure it was the right temperature before pulling off his mud-soaked clothes and tossing them in a pile. (name) followed suit, stripping before quickly stepping into the warm spray. The water quickly turned brown at their feet when Scaramouche pushed her head under the water to rinse her hair, ignoring her shrieks of protest.
     “It’s in my eyes, it’s in my eyes!” (name) cried, trying to pry his hand off of her neck.
     “Close them.” Scaramouche continued to hold her under the water with an eye roll, knowing she was being over-dramatic. With a defeated sigh, (name) stopped struggling and let him hold her under the water until it ran clean. Scaramouche let her go and (name) blinked at him with pathetically big eyes.
     “You’re so mean,” she sighed pitifully, watching him chuckle, his eyes raking over her figure.
     “I’m sorry, darling,” he purred. “But you did this yourself. I think you should make it up to me.” His hand trailed from her cheek down her neck to her shoulder. (name) blushed, shivering lightly at his touch and the way his gaze darkened.
     “I thought you were so tired,” she teased, trying not to notice the way the water dripped down his toned body. Scaramouche chuckled again, this time with the promise of something else.
     “Well, now you’ve gotten me all worked up,” Scarmaouche scolded, his touche trailing further down and brushing (name)’s breast before his whole hand engulfed it and he squeezed. (name) let out a choked breath, grabbing onto Scaramouche’s shoulders to steady herself. His other hand came up and repeated the motion on her right breast and she let out another breath.
     “On your knees,” Scaramouche said. “Wanna fuck your throat.”
     “What if I don’t want to?” (name) raised a brow, giving Scaramouche a challenging look. Scaramouche sneered.
     “How cute.” He pushed her down in the tub, grabbing her arm to make sure she didn't slip. “Do what I say, brat, and maybe I’ll be nice.” (name) flushed red and nodded quickly, pushing her breasts together and blinking up at Scaramouche through her lashes with a small smile, tongue poking out of her mouth to taunt him further. He sneered down at her, fisting her hair and yanking her head back, causing her mouth to fall open.
     “Be good and take it, hmm?”
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wendle20 · 5 months
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I just wanna bitch about how amazing Hoziers music is. This is unlikely to have any sensible order to it and most has probs been said before but who cares?
I just really wanna sit the guy down and pick apart his brain. Unfortunately, this would never work in real life because, a., I'm really bad at coming up with questions, and b. I will never meet the man.
Regardless, I think his songs, the lyrics in particular, are just so beautiful. They read like poetry. I love that hes not afraid to put his political views in songs, but it also never feels like hes attacking those who dont agree with him (I say as if I disagree with him). For example, take me to church was a big fuck you to the catholic church and Christians loved that shit. It's probably his shit enunciation in all honesty.
I also love how being Irish is such a key part of his music. Knowing that can help deepen your understanding of his discography. This is especially obvious with eat your young and john swift's essay (don't ask me its name I cant be fucked looking it up). Knowing just the jist of that essay brings a whole new level of meaning to that song, and it's so amazing. I think its particularly fitting as we are currently in a cost of living crisis. "You cant afford to eat? Sell your children to the rich for food!"
I also really love butchered tongue. (Disclaimer: this may in part be due to properly listening to the lyrics for the first time right after I finished reading Babel. Lol.) Anyways, I live in a place where my ancestors were the colonisers, I know this. I don't really have a right to this song. However, a different section of my ancestors were kinda colonised, or at least have suffered injuries to their language (my dad's welsh). I did not grow up in that country, I have 0 experience with that culture. I wish I did. My nephew and niece went to a Welsh speaking school and I'm jealous. Instead, I live in a country my ancestors colonised and am forced (? I dont think that's quite the right way to put it but here we be) to learn the language of the colonised in school. Yes, it's important to preserve this language, I just wish I was more connected to my own culture rather than that of this place on the complete opposite side if the world. I probably sound like a cunt but here we be.
Honestly tho, Andrew needs to chill. Like, babes, I love you, but I'm too dumb for this shit, pls simplify. Or at the very least find a translator to translate your lyrics to idiot speak for people like me with no brain cells. Ily.
Anyways, heres some of my fave lyrics from the new album, in no particular order with a little explanation cause I cant help myself:
I may not be great but I'm grateful to get through
My life was a storm since I was born, how could I fear any hurricane?
Allow the ground to find its brutal way to me (I particularly love this one as it takes the idea of love always being soft and is like fuck no, love is violent and bloody and viscious and painful, but so worth it)
I wanna be the shadow when my bright futures behind me (suggesting it only goes down hill from here baby!)
You and I burned out our steam chasing someone else's dream
My name would always hit my ears as such an awful sound (mood)
And the soul, if that's what you call it, uneasy ally if the body
These days I think I owe my life to flowers that were left here by my mother, ain't that like them, gifting life to you again?
Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I
Anyways, I could add more but I'll leave it there.
Take home message: Hoziers great and I'm dumb
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softxsuki · 5 months
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can I have a urgent request please
I'm having a really hard time with my mental health and I really been question living at times but being able to come on your tumblr page when I'm just tired of everything make my whole day better I really love you and your stuff u can always put a smile on my face! (I'm sorry if I'm ranting at this point so I'll just ask now)
can you make gojo with fem reader and their just play fighting like their just saying stupid insults at each other?
like gojo says smt like
gojo "okay u big fly"
and the reader say smt like
reader "Okay u greasy pig"
(I just really want something silly and happy rn to keep my mind off things and I'm so sorry for having you do this since there are so many other people going though a harder time and i understand 100% if you dont wanna write but ill be so grateful if you do anyways have a great day)
please and thank you
Play Fighting With Gojo
Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none?
Genre: Fluff
Post-Type: Headcanons
Word Count: 280
Summary: In which Gojo teases you when you play fight
[A/N: Hi hun, hope this helps you out <3]
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Gojo:
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When it comes to play fighting, Gojo is a natural at verbally teasing you or annoying you
You know that one scene in season 2 where he says “You crying?” in that teasing tone and that annoying look on his face? That’s literally how he acts with you during your playful banter moments
I can’t picture him actually throwing insults at you even if it was in a joking matter, but he doesn’t mind if you call him an idiot or any other playful insults like that to him–it kinda gets him all excited LOL
Sometimes he even takes things a little more physical with his teasing and play fighting
Days when you’re at the beach or pool together, he’d lift you up and throw you in the water, pouty that you wouldn’t join him in the water so he takes matters into his own hands
When baking together, he’d be annoying and shove some flour in your face, making a huge mess because it just leads into one big food fight–he’s fair though and keeps his infinity off so he’s also getting dirty
“What’s wrong, my little gremlin?” That’s about as close to an insult from him as you’d get, he tries to make you crack a smile when you’re not feeling so great
Gojo thrives on sarcasm and teasing, it’s kinda his way of showing love outside of his clinginess and the times when he drowns you in kisses
So there will be times when you can’t help but just roll your eyes at his actions and comments, but he makes life exciting and he’s always there to cheer you up when you’re having a bad day
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REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Posted: 11/12/2023
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