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words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

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I’ve been thinking about “you can’t pin joy like a moth” all day.

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who’s that pokemon? its cleffanya!

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Many fans seem to think that Loid from Spy x Family is too oblivious, repressed or even dumb to notice his feelings for his family but I think that's not exactly the case... the first episodes/chapters have made it very clear he is very much aware about how he feels about Anya... He knows he's attached to her beyond The Mission, he knows those feelings have interfered with it many times, and yet he strives to give her the best life he can and make her happy, even if he doesn't understand her sometimes and even if it makes the mission harder... He is well aware that for all intents and purposes he's her Dad and he has accepted that role

Loid is however, hilariously for a super spy, completely unaware of what he feels for Yor, and that's so funny. It's so clear he's so happy to be her husband and he cares a lot about her and he (spoilers!) absolutely dives in when there's a chance to get closer to her, but he doesn't know why he likes her so much. It's easy to explain because he's been in so many fake relationships he doesn't have any "normal" example to undestand what is to fall in love with a person, but it's still so funny that he completely dismisses any weird things about her and doesn't want to investigate. After all, why would YOU be uncomfortable about a nice, hardworking lady who cares for kids and is apparently supernaturally strong? it's nice to have a Fake Wife who can keep your Fake Daughter safe after all!

And Yor, if it's even possible, has a weirder life and is more clueless than Loid, but she's absolutely happy to have a little piece of normality with a nice little daughter and a nice, handsome, wealthy husband. Why shouldn't she? He just does his job, sometimes you have to fight random people in your job, she knows how it is. And why should she suspect anything about him? If he was an enemy of the state, her bosses would have already ordered her to kill him, what else is there? Also, he's cute. And why Loid would suspect anything about her? WISE said she's just a regular goverment clerk, what else is there? Also, she's cute. No reason to ask about it. Just keep the fake marriage going. And going. And going. It's fine.

it's just so fun

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take my hand (lukerosa)

Haaaaah TT This one was such an impulsive writing spree. TT I saw this wonderful art by qeanoya on Twitter!

I highly suggest you check out her art if you do plan on reading this TT At this point I don’t know how to tag this considering even I’m not sure if this is angst or something…

Enjoy…?

It feels odd. 

Rosa is weightless, floating in nowhere, the endless white filling her vision. She can’t feel her body, but she knows she is… something. Closing her eyes, she wills herself to remember where she was supposed to be. 

Her mind reminds her with bits and pieces, and she recollects her last memory and it was on a hospital bed, the beeping of machinery ringing rhythmically in her ears. 

Everything is blurry, but she remembers voices telling her to stay awake, to hold on to even the littlest thread of life she had— to stay. She remembers her faint whisper to Artem, Vyn and Marius just right behind him, tears threatening to spill down their eyes when she whispered “I’m tired…” so wearily. As if she was saying goodbye. Their grip on her hand tightened, feeling the still present warmth from her palms. 

She knew they weren’t sure if they’d feel it again.

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vyn: if you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. if it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

artem: what if it bites me and it dies!?

marius: then you’re poisonous. christ, artem, learn to listen.

luke: what if it bites itself and I die?

yn: that’s voodoo.

rosa: what if it bites me and someone else dies?

artem: that’s correlation, not causation.

luke: what if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

yn: that’s kinky.

vyn: oh my god.

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FOND: 1 : having an affection or liking for. 2 : affectionate; loving.

or, in other words, ROMANTIC MOMENTS WITH THE JJK BOYS

fushiguro megumi doesn’t know how to dance, so, granted, when you pulled him onto the dance floor in a rush of adrenaline he didn’t really know what to expect. he was relieved, to say the least, when you ended up embracing him and swaying side to side instead. if it were not for the dark lights, you would have seen megumi at his finest: pink-tinted cheeks with an adoring smile gracing his face.

itadori yuuji will swear up and down that he’s listening, but you know better. his eyes have been watching your mouth move the entire time, nodding mindlessly every time you look back at him. and when enough is enough, he firmly but gently takes your wrists and places them around his neck so he can finally place his lips on yours.

inumaki toge would have $5 if he were given a dollar for every time he was planning on kissing you, only to get rudely interrupted. he decides that he’s had enough when your lips are mere centimeters away, with his bottom lip lingering against yours — he hears the huffing of his dear (but very irritating) friend, he pulls away momentarily, yelling, ‘leave,’ before panda could even step foot in the threshold of your dorm room. he doesn’t waste a second more, grabbing your face lovingly before smashing his lips against yours.

okkotsu yuuta has to hold back his giggle, shaking his head in adoration at the accomplished smile you have plastered on your face. you begin to boast about how you made the yuuta okkotsu giggle while he just stares at you in enchantment. he becomes quiet all of a sudden, uttering a simple, ‘you are so adorable, you know that?’

geto suguru knows he has awful timing when it comes to surprises, it’s the one thing he wishes he was better at. this time, however, he thinks he’s okay with it; it’s not that he wanted to have you crying in his arms — it’s you trusting him enough to let him see you at this vulnerable state. he whispered a small, ‘c’mere,’ before taking you into him, patting your head with gentle reassurance and soft kisses.

gojo satoru loves nothing more than to embarrass you. so, when you mentioned how much your feet were hurting due to your shoes, he was quick to place you on his back, insisting that he ran back to the house. looking back, the stares you got along the way were completely worth the soft giggles of your lover below you.

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single

→ word count : 14.3k

→ characters : miya atsumu x gn!reader

→ warnings : roommate!atsumu, f2l, little bit of angst, major fluff, he keeps a hair tie around his wrist for you, atsumu is heartbroken at first, he’s not poor but can’t find a house to stay in, mentions of sex, allusions to sex, addiction is mentioned once as a metaphor, mentions of alcohol, reader uses gn pronouns but is mentioned as wearing a dress once

→ summary : Three years after graduation, Atsumu’s life is nowhere near what he’d planned. He’s being kicked out of his apartment in three days, the roots of his hair are starting to show, and he really fucking hates that Driver’s License song.

→ notes : this is for @tetsurobunni and @gojossalamistick bc they got in the habit of threatening me for not finishing this fic <3 it’s 5:06 a.m. and i am beat, enjoy x (also, this is loosely based off of single by the neighbourhood, the lyric “i don’t know if we should be alone together / i still got a crush, it’s obvious / if nobody around, what’s stopping us?”)

“Uh, do you guys have like, peppermint tea?”

Atsumu wants to sleep. Four hours doesn’t suit him, not when he’s been on the same schedule since high school, and certainly not when he’s stressed out of his mind already. He’s positive that if he counted, he could come up with a thousand different reasons why sleep hasn’t been coming as easy to him as normal. But off the top of his head, it could be that he just got broken up with. Maybe added on is the fact that he has three days to clean his stuff out of his apartment - his fucking hand picked, two thousand dollars a month apartment - before his lease is terminated for good. Or because when he’d woken up this morning and had stared into the mirror, he could see, through the splatters of dried water and toothpaste, the beginnings of rich brown hair at his roots. 

Maybe he should start drinking that tea Kiyoomi had recommended all those months ago. It had helped him sleep at the time, and Atsumu needs any help he can get. Which is why he’s here, in this godforsaken coffee chop, searching for anything that comes close to the drink. Because Atsumu had run out of it weeks ago, after a few bad matches that kept him up longer than his bed time of ten o’clock.

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taking care of gojo when his six eyes becomes too much <3 when cute gojo scenarios are scarce i come through. hints of manga spoilers! i love him so much :(

your knocks against gojo’s door wear out the other out, where the combination of your voice and your knuckles sound like nails on a chalkboard. uncomfortable, jarring, discordant. it was everything gojo hated, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask you to leave.

“gojo? you there?” a series of groans are your reply, and you have to refrain from wincing at how ghastly they sound. you can hear padded feet from the other side, unlocking the door just a bit before the bundle of blankets waddle back to their place on the bed.

“holy shit... gojo,” even now, you can’t help but gape in disbelief. not the time, but your mouth itched to insult the man, no matter the circumstance. you barely held back, though, “you look like shit.”

gojo doesn’t even bother to roll his eyes at an insult that he would usually deliver, because he knew they would hurt. his head already spins from another person’s voice cutting in through the never-ending bout of information that swam in his brain. the room falls into feigned darkness, brought about by the curtains drawing close.

“there,” you hum, “better?”

no answer.

you’d never wish the six eyes on anyone. having access to endless information would be ideal, right? it was far from that for gojo satoru, who had destiny pinned on him the moment he was born. for all his life, he had to endure ear-splitting headaches. for all his life, he had to act like nothing was happening, like all of the gojo clan who’d done it all before.

well, it didn’t work out so well for him, because no one who had the same set of striking blue eyes and stark white hair told him anything about the repercussions of being the strongest, and satoru hated it.

every minute where he wasn’t exorcising curses with geto, annoying shoko, or simply hanging out with you was every last bit or torture. and now that you were here, he couldn’t possibly drive you away with little to no knowledge on romance despite the all-knowing brain he has.

“i brought you some sweets, following yaga-sensei’s instructions. he told me you-”

“stop talking.”

you frown at the order, but stubborn as you are, you bring the bag of confectionery to rest right where the bunch of blankets end. gojo didn’t have it in him to tell you to leave, but he had no strength to tell you to stay either, and with that, you quietly stalk out the door.

you come back the very next day, clutching onto a bag with the same brand of sweets as you stand outside gojo’s door. he senses your cursed energy before you even ask whether you can come in.

“come in,” you don’t give it much thought, knowing how detailed his vision was even when his eyes were closed. like before, you place the plastic bag right beside him, but before you take your leave, gojo manages to croak out.

“stay.”

those quiet afternoons spent in each other’s company turned to pats on the blanket. it turned to stroking his back to running your fingers through his hair. it went on to become hand-holding to head massages, where your heart pounded and rang in your ears and you never realised that he’s switched off infinity. it turned to...

gojo buries his face deeper into your torso, naming anything close to light his enemy. it would be soon that you’d need to find some covering for his eyes, because the strongest can’t be handicapped for this long. they couldn’t just keep sending geto and nanami and haibara for missions, either.

peeling himself off your torso, he contently looks at you from below, smiling when your hands make contact with his temples. you’d always been a bunch of red and orange and yellow in his vision, only ever opening his eyes when he wanted to look at your beauty.

gojo’s been doing it more often and often.

“keep your eyes closed!” you giggle, rubbing at his temples to soothe the migraines that came with having the six eyes. that’s the last memory he has of you — and the next only drives him to suck up and endure this stupid technique of his because the next time you enter is when you’re terribly wounded and bloody.

it’s nothing shoko can’t fix, but you’re adamant on dropping off gojo’s bag of sweets before you go to the doctor.

“how was the—” gojo stops at the sight of you, lighter on his feet and more independent ever since you visited.

“what— what happened? y-your mission? how did it go? why are you so...” you flash him a sad smile, mildly surprised at the uncharacteristic anxiety on the male’s face.

“it went fine, satoru, just... it was a pretty stubborn curse. it had the power to reproduce fast, and we figured it out pretty late that we had to get to the source. that involved being drenched in disgusting curse blood.” gojo makes out the purple blood that wasn’t just your clothes.

“but here!” fishing out the fabric, you presented some black cloth. “c’mere.”

he lets himself enjoy the tenderness of your fingers, which slips on the blindfold onto his head. securing each side onto his head of hair, you laugh at the messy hair that’s got tangled up.

“y-you look so dumb! even worse than when you had your s-sunglasses!” your tone is soft, cautious even when you joked because you worried that his head would hurt. “how do you feel though?”

closed up, choked up, nervous, he names all the things off his mind, but it’s not what you want to hear. he swallows, “it’s... comfortable. did you get this for an expensive price or something? the quality’s really good.”

“i made it,” you scratch the back of your head in embarrassment, “been working on it for days, now.” and the breath is knocked out of him, faintly making out your shy hands that wanders around your body, to tuck your hair, to fiddle with your shirt.

that same sight never goes away years later, in his own apartment, in the comfort of his home, in your arms like before. nostalgia hits hard.

“don’t you know how to do this, satoru?” you tease, barely paying attention to the drama on TV, instead focusing your attention on the male below you. “why’d you need me to do it?”

gojo whines, thankfully not contributing to the headache he has. over the years, he’s become much better at handling the technique, even making your blindfold a daily part of his fashion. you just wished he wouldn’t parade around with your badly sewed blindfold that you learned from WikiHow. satoru says it’s for “sentimental value” that he uses the only blindfold you’ve made him.

“but you do it better! can’t my partner just indulge me just this once?”

your tone is still soft, gentle, full of love and gojo falls even more, “once? you got me doing this for years now, dude!”

gojo pouts, “ouch. dude? what am i, your homie?” you roll your eyes with a smile, smacking his chest lightly as you turned down the volume. in the midst, you switched to Spotify on your smart TV.

“shush now.” gojo happily shuts up, long body tucked into the sofa of his apartment while he melts at your fingers doing their magic. they always have such a calming and lulling energy to them, just like your voice, your personality.

gojo didn’t believe you possessed any cursed energy, because if humans gave out cursed energy, you only did the opposite. he fully believed you were an angel sent down. his eyes flutter open to see you looking down at him.

“hi.”

“hey. you should close your eyes, you know,” you whisper another warning. you can feel as his cheeks spill into your palms when he smiles — it’s not the large ones he gives his students, but it’s... there, and small because the softest of smiles are reserved only for you.

“how can i, when there’s the epitome of beauty right above me?” your cheeks heat up, and even after all these years, satoru’s compliments always makes you bashful.

“please shut up.” gojo laughs at your comeback. “you mind if we lie down?”

your lover’s lack of answer tells you that he’s not opposed to it, and soon you manoeuvre him until he’s in between your legs, fingers never stopping the massage.

“anything from your mission today?”

“standard, but a stubborn curse,” gojo smiles from where he was on your chest, “if someone didn’t say that we needed to defeat the source years ago, i, too, would come home bloody and bruised.”

“yeah, yeah, but you won’t, because you have your stupid infinity.”

“because i have my stupid infinity, yup.” gojo echoes you.

from here, gojo looks anything but a teacher, a sorcerer, a menace (you say so but he disagrees, says his presence is a blessing). he looks like a little boy, forced to grow up at such a young age, forced to shoulder responsibility and a zen’in kid at such an age where he couldn’t enjoy what other teenagers did. everything came late for gojo in life.

a calling to teaching, realisation of how fast friends would betray you, love.

but gojo wants anything but pity, and rather, more of your unconditional love that he never really knew what to call it back then. when your fingers work out the knots in his locks, he realised it was love. when your fingers suffered the pricks of needles, he realised it was love. when your hands closed the curtains in his room in jujutsu high, he realised it was love.

the four-lettered word scared him, but when he looked at you, it was all he wanted to say. i love you, i love you, i love you, like a mantra until you were giggling at him to stop or muttering the same thing back.

gojo raises his head off your chest, looking at you through his bangs and azure eyes that always captivated you. they just shone more, tonight. gently he leans forward to capture your lips with his. they move against yours languidly, taking his time to savour all of you, and tables quickly switch: from your hands on his temples to his on your cheeks, from his body laying on yours to you atop of his larger, lankier one.

your skin tingles, your heart soars, your laughs are swallowed by the other. gojo kisses you like it’s his last day on earth and he knows that you’d accompany him to heaven, even if he doesn’t deserve to go there. he’d claw and burn through hell just so he could get to the angel that is you, again.

“i love you,” it’s whispered breathlessly from his lips, like it’s taboo and forbidden and in his world and profession, you knew it was just that much when things can get ugly any second.

yes, love can be the most twisted curse of all, but when gojo satoru looks at you — the way he looks like you hung the moon and stars — he can only see a damn blessing.

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can we get more fluff with rich boy gojo if you feel up for it? maybe late nights where you whisper i love you under the sheets 🥺

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“what do you like about me?” gojo asks, peering up at you with wide, expectant eyes from his spot on your chest. rolling your own eyes, you snort, fingers tangling in his white locks and stroking through the strands.

it’s still slightly wet from your shower earlier, and even though you know it’ll dampen your shirt from laying over your chest, you don’t have the heart to push him off. you don’t think you ever will—not when it leaves you feeling so empty and bare.

“nothing,” you say instantly. pouting, he lifts his head up, eyebrows furrowing at your answer.

“you like my body,” he insists, raising a brow.

“what makes you say that?”

“i heard you bragging to your friend about i’m ‘actually much more muscular’ than i seem,” he snickers, pinching your cheek as you swat his hand away with a scowl, “i’m a little hurt you’d think i’m not muscular, but i’ll let it slide because you’re so cute and—”

“so you eavesdrop on me, huh?” you narrow your eyes at him, and gojo pretends to ponder your words for a moment, putting on quite the show as he taps his chin in thought. you roll your eyes and shake your head, and he fights back a grin.

“define eavesdropping.”

“listening with those giant ears of yours when you shouldn’t be,” you deadpan.

“they’re not giant,” he pouts, “and you never told me i wasn’t supposed to listen, so technically i never did any eavesdropping.”

“you’re right. they’re bigger than giant,” you tease, giggling as you grab onto one of his earlobes and tug gently to prove your point. this time, it’s gojo who swats your hand away, huffing as he grabs your hand and directs it back to his hair. “satoru, why were you listening to my conversation?”

“i wasn’t trying to listen,” he insists, “i just heard you when i was trying to find you. you left me to answer the call like a traitor, and then you said you’d be back in ten minutes. news flash, you were not back in ten minutes.”

“my call only lasted twelve,” you say dryly.

by now, you’ve grown used to the headache that is gojo satoru. you like to think you’ve grown decently accustomed to handling him—though it’s not exactly a chore, and you can’t really say you hate it. because he’s your headache if anything, and even if you roll your eyes, you can’t stop the small peck to his forehead that you press.

“well, i started looking for you at eleven minutes. i had to, you could’ve been dead, you know. wouldn’t you want me to look for you in case you were?”

“i wish i was dead, then i’d never have to share a bed with you again—”

“hey, my bed is very big. you sleep comfortably,” he argues.

“not when you’re always on top of me, i don’t,” you purse your lips. that only makes him sink more weight onto you with a huff, head perching itself comfortably on your chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. and it’s times like this that make you realize gojo really is more muscular than you initially thought—there’s no other reason he should be this heavy.

“c’mon, tell me what you like about me. and saying everything isn’t an acceptable answer, by the way. i know everything about me is great, but i want details. wow me away with something romantic—”

“i really like it when you sleep because your mouth stays closed.”

“well, you’re nothing but a liar because you always complain that i’m a sleep talker,” he glares at you halfheartedly. his hands wander under the hem of your shirt, fingers tips dancing along your hips as they explore the expanse of your skin.

gojo has felt your hips under his palms on more than one occasion, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop mapping out the valleys of your curves—he wants to learn every dip and every slant over and over again, he wants to learn every story that’s lived across your skin.

and when he squeezes your hips gently, you scratch at his scalp, and there’s love in the delicate touches that weave through your fingertips. it tingles, feels electric, feels like a subtle shock to your skin—and that’s when you know you’re really alive. when a touch becomes so much more than a touch, when it feels like time is repeating and the world is stilling and the noise is fading.

“you are a sleep talker,” you groan, “god, you scare me half to death some nights, you know that?”

“maybe i’ll scare you to full death tonight,” he grins cheekily, snickering into your shirt. it’s slightly damp from his hair, so he pulls the blankets higher to cover you better.

“toru, that would be a blessing more than anything,” you sigh.

“baby, death is nothing to me. i’ll follow you to the grave, no getting rid of me now,” he beams up at you, pearly whites flashing through the dim light of the room. gojo rests his chin on your sternum, and you brush a few loose strands of hair from his forehead.

“at least you’re loyal,” you mutter.

“course i am,” he huffs, “and you still didn’t answer. c’mon, you gotta have one thing you like about me,” he nudges you with his chin. there’s a hint of neediness in his tone now—one that tells you he needs this more than he lets on.

and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of satoru—your satoru, the one he’s ached for you to look at this whole time. he’s soft, a little sensitive, a little lonely, but a lot easier to love than anyone else you’ve ever met. it comes naturally, as naturally as the swat of your hand when he pokes your cheek and the roll of your eyes when he mocks your voice. it’s just a natural response you have to satoru, loving him is like a reflex you don’t control.

“i like when you’re silent.”

he deflates, and you smile knowingly to yourself at the small dimness in his eyes at your words. it’s not what he hoped for, you’re well aware, but it’s the truth.

“if you hate talking to me so much—”

“cause even when you’re quiet, you’re still the loudest person i know,” you murmur softly, hand wandering from his hair to cup the mound of his cheek, “because you can just look at me, and i hear everything i need to hear.”

he swallows, staring into your eyes, not daring to even blink. and suddenly, he thinks he hears it, the loudness you’re talking about—the room is silent, and there isn’t even a rustle in the bedsheets, but he hears it pounding off the walls and echoing through his ears.

i love you. i love you. i love you.

“what do you hear?” he asks quietly, hand clutching your hips a little tighter.

your fingertips move back to scratch at his scalp, and you say, “i hear, i love you.”

and his breath hitches when your lips mold against his, and he wants to say he hears i love you too, but something tells him you already know, and that’s fine by him.

this originally had an angstier ending and then i remembered the ask was for fluff sdjdhfg

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Ms. Tee you have to follow up rich boy Gojo with him getting to experience the first morning together. With reader in his arms 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and reader finally caves pls Tee I'm dying over here - dabitee anon

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it’s late in the afternoon when gojo opens his eyes, and for a moment, he wonders where he even is. there’s the warmth of a body snuggled into his side, there’s the feeling of legs tangled with his under the sheets, and there’s numbness in his arm from a head resting on his bicep the whole night—all things he never wakes up to.

and then he’s horrified—sickened even. he couldn’t have possibly stayed the whole night after a one night stand, could he?

he jumps, pulling away, hearing a soft groan before quiet grumbles are muttered under a breath, but he’s not too concerned about that right now. who is this? and where are his clothes? and why does the room suddenly feel oddly familiar—

“satoru, what the fuck?” you grumble, glaring at him through bleary, sleep hazed eyes. he blinks once, then twice, and then he tilts his head to the side in confusion. and soon, he grins as he realizes, and it’s bright and ecstatic and just a little bit smug before he tugs your body against his quickly—a little too quickly since it causes you to huff and deliver a light smack to his chest in irritation.

“so, you stayed the whole night with me, huh?” he wriggles his brows, smirking at you as he presses a gleeful kiss to your forehead. you purse your lips as you stare up at him, and you wonder if it’s too late now to back out of whatever this is you have with gojo.

“after you begged me to, yeah,” you spit, and he clutches his chest dramatically, as though your words land a harsh blow to his ego. in all realness, he’s too giddy to care, but gojo satoru is not gojo satoru if not without at least some theatrics.

“i wasn’t the one drooling on your chest, was i?” he asks, chuckling as your eyes narrow at him. your gaze is almost enough to pierce through him, and if he’s being honest, he loves it. gently, he reaches, pinching your nose affectionately as his arm curls tighter around you. “see? ‘m not so bad,” gojo mumbles, and your expression softens as he lets out a happy sigh, pulling the sheets up to cover you better.

“you’re a clingy sleeper, did you know that?”

“i distinctly remember my arm being the one to fall asleep because you were laying on it—”

“and then you rudely woke me up when you pulled away,” you huff, grumbling the word asshole under your breath as you shuffle out of his arms and shift to turn with your back facing him.

gojo pouts, inching closer until his chin rests on your shoulder, molding his body around yours as his finger prods at your side repeatedly. you smack his hand away, but it does little to deter him, and his finger is back to poking at your hip not long after.

“did you have dreams of me, at least?”

“satoru,” you warn.

“did i look hot?”

“no.”

you can practically feel his pout deepen as his arms wrap around you again, face burying into the crook of your neck. but as he plants a soft kiss into your skin, you smile to yourself, bringing your hand to lay on his and rubbing over his knuckles with your thumb in slow circles. he pulls you so your back is flush against his chest—and for once, you lean into him.

and gojo feels the same giddy feeling bubbling up again, the one he feels when he envisions mornings together as you make pancakes, and steal each other’s last bites, and argue over washing dishes, and splashing water in each other’s faces. because now, there are no more empty hookups and lonely mornings—because now you stay, and you snuggle into his chest, and you latch onto his arm, and you give him a chance to live out those daydreams.

“c’mon, i was a little hot, right?” he whines, digging his nose further into your neck. and you want to yell at him for ruining your sleep, but there’s nothing but fondness blooming at the way he holds you near, bodies pressed so closely together, you almost don’t know where one ends and where the other begins.

“nope. not even a little,” you tease, a grin spreading on your face as he sulks against your skin. your fingers lace with his, slowly entwining as your eyes open, and maybe you can get used to mornings like this—even if it’s technically noon by now.

“we’re dating now, you know,” he grumbles, “so that means you have to be nice to me. it’s the rules.”

“i have to humble you,” you correct, giggling lightly, “and since when do you ever follow rules?”

“since i’m the one who makes them,” he chuckles, and then you’re being turned around, being shifted to lay on your back as gojo hovers over you, biting your cheek playfully. you can’t help but squeal, laughing as you try to shove him off—and there’s warmth in his chest, eyes bright and heart full as he stares down at you while the rays of sunlight kiss your skin.

gojo thinks that after this, if he has to spend even a single morning without you by his side, it’s a morning wasted—and even if the clock ticks one pm, and the birds are no longer chirping, and it’s a tad bit late to be making pancakes, this is probably still the best morning he’s ever spent.

“i was promised an excellent breakfast last night,” you remind him. your hand reaches to cup his cheek, thumb tracing over the soft flesh gently, and he follows the touch like a moth does a flame. leaning down, gojo presses a delicate peck to your lips, then another, and then another—and soon, it’s deepened to a kiss, both of your eyes fluttering shut as your arms wrap around his neck.

hesitantly, he pulls away, and you wonder to yourself if his eyes have always been such a vibrant shade of blue.

“only the best for you,” he winks, and then he dips back down, lips pressing themselves against yours once more.

here’s another rich boy gojo drabble fjsjfjsjf why is this basically a series now help

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jjk boys with a crush on you

pairings: yuuji, megumi, toge, satoru & sukuna x gn!reader

genre: fluff, mild angst

itadori yuuji

an absolute mess. this boy cannot contain himself around you. he probably thinks he’s being slick, but with the way he wears his heart on his sleeve, it’s no surprise that everyone knows about his little crush. including you. how could you possibly miss it when he’s always flashing you his overexcited grins and sputtering a greeting that’s either way too loud or not at all audible to the human ear.

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bitches will write a domestic au and include sukuna too like mf the only domestic that bastard knows is domestic violence

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More than a crush?

posted: 21/03/22 | 18:30

content: fluff :3

warning: None

characters: Yuji, Megumi, Toge, Yuta

You’ve grown on him. He always liked you but now he looks forward to the silly nicknames and melts each time you smile. Is this…puppy love?

Megumi Fushiguro

Things that would normally irritate him don’t when you do it

You’re both out, getting food at food stalls.

The way you store the food in your cheeks reminds him of a chipmunk taking as much nuts as they can.

If it was anyone else, he’d find it weird, like just swallow the food :/

but it’s you :)

You look so adorable. Gumi just wants eat you!

Without thinking, he kissed your cheek and whispered “You’re such a chipmunk.”

Once you’ve swallowed everything in your mouth you ruffle his hair and call him a porcupine.

He won’t react openly but in his head he’s like ‘🧎‍♂️please call me that again’

Yuji and Nobara would confront him about his feelings when he goes quiet mid sentence. You were walking by and waved at him and Megumi forgot what he was saying.

He didn’t think he was in love though. Not until he found himself in a maid outfit with cat ears and a tail. The height of embarrassment for Gumi, yet, he was happily wearing one because you said he’d look nice as a cat maid.

Hearing your giggles made it worth it in the end <3

Yuji Itadori

Constantly going out of his way to see you

I feel like Yuji is the type to come into your room and randomly start touching your stuff. Then when you ask him why he’s here or what he wants he’s like ‘nothing 😃’

So get out of my room???

But Yuji won’t leave. He’ll sit next to you and would enjoy being in your presence.

Eventually his head would be in your lap

Start stroking his hair and he’d be ecstatic. If he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

But if you play with his ears? Error! Itadori.exe stopped working!

He constantly cooks for you, watching you as you savour each bite.

Everyone compliments Yuji’s cooking but it’s your approval that means the most to him

It melts his heart up seeing you smile and thank him for the meal.

Yuji would happily cook for you forever.

Todo would send him some pictures of Megan Thee Stallion to fawn over like they usually do, but Yuji wouldn’t text back with the same energy. That’s when he realised that he’s truly head over heels for you :’)

Toge Inumaki

Toge always finds himself doing things for you.

Like all the time!

Watering your plants, tidying up your desk, buying you some treats from a bakery ect

You have to tell him ‘it’s okay, I can do it myself’

He will listen but it’s hard :(

Toge just wants to be there for you :((

He’d also find himself touching you a lot. Like he doesn’t realise he’s doing it. It just happens

Watching a movie together? You’re now in between his legs, arms wrapped around you

Walking somewhere? Oop when did his hand get to your waist?

DOES THAT THING WHERE HE’S RUBBING YOUR CHEEK WITH HIS THUMB WHILE SMILING AT YOU 😩

Maki and Panda call him a simp but he doesn’t mind. In fact, he happily embraces it. He could be hanging out with them and get a text from you about needing help with something. He’d excuse himself, go buy your favourite drink and snack and rush to your location because Toge will always have time for you!

Yuta Okkotsu

He’d want to do everything with you

Even if he’s just popping into the shops, he’d call you like “wanna go shopping with me? :D”

I think having loads of shared experiences mean a lot to Yuta.

So he’s trying to get you to travel with him whenever he can

And if you don’t come, he’d try to find something precious and meaningful to bring back to you

He’d spend a lot of time with you. He’s at your place so much he might as well live with you 💀

However, if you need space, Yuta will respect that and won’t try to push his boundaries

Whatever makes you happy, makes him happy :)

The nice thing about him spending so much time with you is that he knows the little things that makes you happy.

Even when he’s away from you he can feel if you’re in a good mood or not. His intuition is very accurate, especially when it comes to you

Yuta will tell you how he feels to your face. And I case you didn’t believe him, he got engagement rings that same week.

He calls them promise rings but he bought actual engagement ones 😭

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rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"

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...🤴IKEPRI BIRTHDAYS 🎁...

...(official art of kachiru ishizue)...

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