#he decided to really fuck the rich

[mrszatara]

It’s so funny the fact that John Constantine was a 20 something punk on a band that their only hit song criticise capitalism, authorities, consumerism and etc and at the SAME TIME he was dating a rich nepobaby almost magical royalty childhood friends with a billionaire that DEFINITELY loves expensive stuff new york italian showgirl Zatanna Zatara

#johnzee #magicblazer #dc constantine #zatanna #john constantine #zatanna zatara #he decided to really fuck the rich #hellblazer #dc characters #constantine

[sergle]

I love to hear what people say about Youtube Drama* but it's SO tacky when it gets so offbase that the posts people make start to be about completely off topic infighting within the Watcher fanbase

#but god it IS fun to read about this kind of thing #asterisk on the drama bc this is not like a Scandal per se #this was a business decision made On Purpose #it's not like when sniperwolf stalked a guy and posted a pic of his home to her fans #or when the guy from tryguys fucked one of his employees Who He Himself Hired while also monetizing his wife and kids on the channel #this is different bc it's like. on purpose. #I DIGRESS.... #you guys should see some of it in the watcher tag it's crazy. people are pointing at randos just bc they're already annoyed #i'll give you the clifnotes version which is that i got to see one where somebody has decided that the Steven Hate is actually ppl #revealing that they simply have just been racist at him the whole time. fwiw the steven roasting is bc he's an out of touch Tesla Boy #and bc he brought a homophobic evangelical pastor on the channel #and cockily admitted to being friends w people who are homophobic and racist... his own words #like he has verbally admitted to maintaining friendships with racists so i don't think people are really thinking this one through #these were new to me I was down to roast him for being rich and boring alone #also this reasoning kind of falls apart bc Ryan is literally Right There and people love Ryan #sergle.txt

[mysterioussecretusername]

can't write stories so I'm going to drop this scenario in the wild and let it run free, and hopefully someone will enjoy it:

some rich guy (swap pronouns as desired) hires a bodyguard, but not for himself - for his cat. Affectionate longhaired persian, goes with him everywhere, and he's wildly allergic to it. That doesn't seem to bother the rich guy at all, he just really fucking loves his cat, but his new bodyguard is one of us, already thought his employer (some kind of public figure) was hot even before he got hired for this, and is having one hell of a weird time with this job.

bonus if they know each other from some fetish forums online but the rich guy's the only one who knows it, which gives him reason to do things like make his allergies worse on purpose, ask the bodyguard to help him hold back sneezing fits long enough that he can take allergy meds, etc.

#snzblr #insert cat & bodyguard personality clash hijinks to your own taste as the cat decides if it likes him #and as the bodyguard gets used to guarding a pet #also the three of them are going to be doing some travelling for rich guy's job spending a while cooped up in small spaces #and the rich dude insists he doesn't take allergy meds unless he's going to do job stuff or really needs it #I imagine from their talks online the bodyguard told the other guy enough details about his life that #while looking through job applicants #the rich guy was like OH SHIT i know who that is. i'm never going to get an opportunity to fuck with him like this again I have to take it

[the-casbah-way]

i hate all these rich privileged trans dudes online who have access to everything that people die waiting years and years for and they literally never use their massive platform (that they only have because they’re white and skinny) to actually do any kind of good

#this is about ezra butler <3 #i used to follow him and i liked his posts #but. nah i really do not like him now #he was already on thin ice for managing to get t AND top surgery all in the space of a few months #and like. he got it all as soon as he decided he wanted it #and he never acknowledges that privilege or the fact not everyone has that #these people always act like they talk for all trans people too #when it’s like you’re so fucking rich. you don’t speak for us #you have fully medically transitioned in the space of months and you’re younger than me #like you don’t speak for me go back to using useless filters as a substitute for talking about palestine

[s0fter-sin]

Your reblogs are making me consider playing cod... what would you say you like about it? And which cod game has this ghost team on it?

friend, you’ve opened a door i don’t think can be closed 😭

so, ghost team is from the new rebooted modern warfare trilogy, specifically the 2nd and 3rd game. it mainly refers to the four main guys who are sas soldiers known as task force 141: price, gaz, soap and the titular ghost aka the one with the skull mask (but can also mean their allies in the games, specifically alejandro and rudy known as los vaqueros). price and gaz are in the first game, mw 2019, but soap and ghost are only introduced in mw2 2022

ghost team itself comes from mw2 2022 when price and gaz meet up with soap, ghost, alejandro and rudy and they do an unsanctioned, illegal mission together. as price says: “we are not 141 and los vaqueros on this. we’re a team. ghost team.”

as to what i like about it… whew boy

so, there’s three parts of the game: the campaign, multiplayer mode and zombies mode and i’m all about the campaigns. they don’t have the tightest plots in the world but the characters and their relationships more than make up for them

mw2 is my main game and in it, soap teams up with ghost to hunt down a terrorist and find missiles he’s stolen. ghost is a lieutenant and soap’s superior and he’s scarily professional; he will get the job done no matter what and that makes him seem cold and harsh and distant (one of his most well known lines is “choices have consequences” after soap pushed him to help their allies instead of continuing to pursue their target). soap is a steadfast sergeant, a soldier through and through but he will buck - not reject, just push back - against orders he’s unsure of. if you saw my soap meta post, i have a lot to say about him lmao

they end up in mexico working with a mercenary group and mexican special forces (alejandro and rudy) and one thing leads to another and soap and ghost end up separated; soap’s injured without any weapons and they’re being hunted throughout the town of las almas. since ghost is, well, ghost, you expect him to leave soap behind; soap probably won’t make it and the mission is time sensitive. but ghost stays; he hunkers down and waits and guides soap through the town on their comms. he teaches him guerrilla warfare, how to make weapons out of random objects, keeps his head on straight with dark jokes when he starts to falter (“what has two legs and bleeds?” “don’t tell me.” “half a dog.” “i asked you not to tell me.”)

ghost keeps him going and when they finally get back together (“alright, johnny; you made it.” “we made it, lt.”) and get to a safehouse, rudy asks where they were. soap says, “i was on the run; ghost waited for me.” rudy then says, “of course, no?” soap immediately says no just for ghost to cut him off and say, “yes. we’re a team, all of us. this happened on my watch and i’ll need help to fix it. no one fights alone.”

like are you kidding me??

and that’s just soap and ghost and that’s just one mission. price and gaz and their relationship to each other is just as complex and rich and all of it makes me want to dig into them and know more

#the characters arent as explored as id like bc it is a mainstream first person shooter they dont really think of things like growth #but its there and its rich and theres so much subtext to be gleaned from it #i love the original modern warfare games as well but this was already getting Long #but the original price ghost and soap? completely different characters completely different vibes and i love them so much it hurts #i just know im forgetting things but if youve seen my reblogs then you know i could gush about these guys all day #a lot of their backstory and inner thoughts are a blend of interpretation the og games and the ghost comics that came out with the og games #so theres a lot for you to decide and play with and explore #also the way ghost goes from ‘fucking hell’ the first time he sees soap to exclusively using a nickname he gives him and being so concerned #for him?? i about lose my mind every time it happens #the growth… the growth kills me #game wise i cant really give you much bc im that guy who hasnt played lmao #i just watch commentary free gameplay videos on loop #i didnt talk about price again bc of Length but god i love price #the flawed morally grey and knows it captain? fuck i love him #but yeah long post longer the characters are everything to me lmao #mailbox #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #cod #soap cod #ghost cod

[leatherbookmark]

actually yknow what, yeah jgy’s relationship to the Atrocities he committed IS interesting! it’s just that people are so fucking annoying about them,

#like the tingshan he sect extermination? so fucking unnecessary #and like. 'i warned you over and over again' maybe that's exactly what he wanted to avoid! knowing that jgs would have no scruples ordering #a whole sect thrown to become xy's enrichment #he su was right! jgs Was after becoming wrh 2.0! but in such a situation literally nothing could have been done #even if jgy nobly and heroically refused... he'd die. jgs wouldn't even kick him out of the sect -- despite how powerful the jin sect is; #jgy with his knowledge of jgs's plans would be simply put a threat. he'd die and then he'd be dead and jgy really Really doesn't want to #be dead. therefore: gestures. #like... the sheer Difference between jzx -- beloved best dad and a wife guy but above all a human equivalent of a soggy french fry #what are his political opinions? what kind of a sect leader would he be? what does he think about his father's policies? WE JUST DON'T KNOW #he's perhaps the blandest of the great sects' young masters. he was born blindingly rich and privileged -- all that built on other sects #suffering in whatever meaning of this word; because i don't believe jgs was a benevolent ruler who gave to the poor with a generous hand #-- and he. either is unaware of dgaf. and then you have jgy who has/stands by and watches as people are fiercecorpsified alive #For Nothing. as in i assume there was Something with a jin cultivator -- from what he su says there Was something -- but it was obviously #just a situation artificially engineered for this exact purpose. it's actually fascinatin; the way it all works #because it's... almost 1:1 what the wen/wlj do. fabricate an excuse (wwx being mean to wc/one of the jiang shidis playing with a kite #that looks like the wen symbol) -> intervene -> extreme retaliation in case the offending sect doesn't agree with the intervention #though llj have perfected it because they didn't even 'intervene' as much as 'captured the whole fucking sect' #~60-70 people. this also makes the question of jrs's death so interesting because if you look at the steps above it all checks out! #except it feels a/ needlessly cruel and b/ too... smart? calculating? for someone who's decided to keep sisi alive out of sentiment #on top of that... the timing... it just Doesn't Fit for me! #but if you don't approach it from this angle it just really creates a whole neat vortex of 'hhhhhhholy fuck llj is SO unnecessarily cruel #and horrible and for what! for what!!!' #good luck a-ling!! good luck buddy. #good luck. #shut up shrimp

[faarkas]

tagged by @nuclearstorms @arklay @liurnia @camelliagwerm @morvaris and @aartyom to post wips over the last month and i haven’t rly had any to share without spoiling nat and rena on future fwb valenzo shenanigans SO…take this mostly finished section from the last valenzo fwb fic update that’s gotta have a bunch of detail and shit added to it still : )

thank u all for tagging me in stuff even if it always takes me 120,000 years to get to it 💖💖💖

When he gets to the hospital and finds his way back up to her room it’s nearly 5am. It’s somehow quieter than he expects, the nurses starting to roll out to do their rounds, the lights still dim as they try to keep things quiet for everybody asleep.

Lorenzo’s not prepared for what he sees when the door to her room slides open and he steps inside, his big heart melting into the biggest puddle when his kiroshis adjust to the darkness and he sees her cuddling with a huge stuffed bear that’s bigger than she is, her face nestled into its soft fleece and arms wrapped around its fluffy abdomen tightly.

Desperately trying to be quiet and not wake her up, he keeps the footfalls of his faux leather work shoes light, crossing the room over to the couch underneath the window, dim light just starting to spill through the cracks in the blinds. He shrugs off that gaudy red velvet jacket and bundles it up, putting it down on one end of the cushionless couch to serve as a makeshift pillow.

Unfortunately luck isn’t on his side this morning, hasn’t been at all for the last couple days really, because she starts to shift, Lorenzo looking up to see her still snuggled with the bear, that mess of beautiful pink hair still fanned out every which way, but looking at him with one half open eye.

“Hey.” Val mumbles sleepily, a croaky quality to her voice that he finds way cuter than he probably should.

“Hey sleeping beauty, sorry I woke you. Just go back to sleep…I’m gonna get some shut eye too.” Lorenzo says awkwardly, keeping his tone hushed and quiet. He has no idea what kind of state her head is in. “Um, but I can go home if you want me to.”

“Nooo, stay.” She mumbles and he can see her lashes fluffering as she barely manages to keep the eye not squished against the bear open and on him. “L‘renzo?”

“Yeah, Val?”

“Thank you.” Val murmurs so sweetly, her voice slurring sleepily.

For some reason that makes his throat feel tight, and it occurs to him that he was so close to never hearing her talk like that to him ever again. He swallows roughly, feeling like he just swallowed a roll of that thick fluffy gauze he saw in a cabinet on the way in.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, doll. Rest up.”

Lorenzo musters as bright a smile for her as he can before he drops down onto the couch, adjusting the makeshift jacket pillow underneath his neck until it’s comfortable, nearly missing how she hums so sweetly in response.

Thank god he didn’t, but also maybe he should have. The way a soft little hum has the power to make his chest feel all light and tight and funny at the same time catches him completely off guard as she snuggles back into her bear and falls back to sleep.

#Wrote this in an ibs induced fuge state so. If it’s bad that’s why but the image … Ough #Lol context btw: val got toasted in a gig. lorenzo went to check on her as per verdes wishes and found her FUCKED up and had to call trauma #and then. THEN. HE HAD TO GO TO WORK SO BESTIE SHIRO CAME TO HANG OUT (is where the bear came from. when is it our turn to have hot rich #mostly kind men as our friends. When.) #and then he got off work at like an outrageous hour and decided to just go keep her company and maybe get some sleep there :) And that’s #sorta what u missed on glee #fwb valenzo fic is just like me shovelling trauma onto them and also bankrupting verde #So a normal day for them really . #I KEEP MAKING CHANGES AND EDITS NOW AND I GOTTA GO ADD THEM TO THE DOC SHFJFJSJD #hil.txt #hil writes #ocstuff #valenzo #oc: lorenzo #ALSO IM NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL. CHEERS . Dialogue feels so stilted in the beginning there so i will accept the tiniest bit of criticism #if anybody has it . cheers aloha good morning etc etc #*FUGUE STATE

[7-oh-ta1]

I'm finished with twdgs btw :)

#lindsay speaks #twdg #hum hum #i liked the ending tho i didn't understand it! #like how clem survived by lee didn't? because she seemed pretty far gone... but AYE I'm not gonna complain!!!!!!!! #ig i didn't really connect w/ the cast like i hoped i would. maybe I'm too old #+ i understand it was a miracle we got the game at all! so I'm not trying to be too harsh on it #but maybe it's cause everyone was so young. the only one i liked was bitch mitch LMAO bec i felt like clem had genuinely earned his respect #and but the rest felt very... flip floppy? like they could never decide if they wanted her around or not. violet did but my loyalty #kinda died when she refused to help on the boat & the reconciliation only came after the biggest emotional moment in the gamr #*game!! like fjgjghh i don't even care now if you guys are friends or nah. I'm just glad clem made it #aasim was the best mf there but he was shoved in the background more than anything. i still liked him tho :) #and louis... ugh idk man. he just felt like an entitled rich kid who never got serious until marlon died and like. he was violently #banishing me and my baby so. fuck him for that. but i did warm up to him quite a bit after that because he really stepped up #to help save everyone and that was nice!! tho he was quicker to leave aj & clem than to leave tenn which huh okay 👍 thanks #but i liked him by the end. i just wish we could've actually seen more of him POST development. especially on his romance route like #i didn't romance him but he had potential AFTER development. but you have to START vibing with him before that for it to work #(on the date choice thing i chose to be friends with violet) #anyway i did get a good cry at the end because all the parallels to lee's death but the game as a whole left a lot to be desired #i never really felt like clem belonged there. like night 2 marlon gets shot & day 3 clem is forced to leave. day 4 clem comes back and #then it JUMPS like 1-3 weeks i don't really remember. huh? then she can kiss violet or louis? really?? i don't feel connected with these #people at ALL & now that we've had one private moment (from the player's pov) we're gonna be an item? huhhhhhh #3 days to decide who to dedicate clem to just isn't enough 🤔 y'all are okay ig lmao #anyway i just didn't feel as connected to the cast :( it was nice to catch up with clem tho! #i connected a lot better with the s1 cast & s3's garcias. even david who i loathed for his treatment of javi & gabe & kate i still sought #common ground with him for javi's sake. s3's extra cast WAS lacking but gabe n javi were perfect #also s4 felt like it was really more about... childrearing than the apocalypse. like. okay fhfhfhfhg #i can't help but notice clem's journey was about her becoming/being a mother... like she raised aj from birth & s4 is about raising him

[panvani]

Man the Azure City thing fucking sucks

#My name is Rich Burlew I am very normal about Asian people #The thing is like he clearly made up Azure City and the Sapphire Guard to make fun of how webcomic authors #Think Feudal Japan is the Coolest Thing Ever!!!!!!! #But the only reason he could think of for that being bad is because he saw the corrupted sensationalized depictions of Feudal Japan #That people created for media #And thought 'hmm if someone acted like that in real life it would be really annoying' #And then also for some reason decided Azure City had to be a conglomerate of Chinese/Korean/Japanese cultures across time periods #And he clearly did this knowingly because of the way he blended names #And somehow didn't realize that treating several East Asian cultures as Basically The Same Thing was really fucking racist! #Anyway what made me really mad about this is two characters named Kazumi and Daigo get married on screen #And Kazumi is wearing a white dress #logxx

[deplcythebattery]

i'm so tired of being dirt fucking poor our other "poor" friends (who are disabled also) keep talking about the fun stuff they're doing. one just got new piercings and scheduled a throat tattoo. one is spending *3k* on a custom cosplay. meanwhile ri and i are going grocery shopping and not even thinking about our lunches since we can't afford it and getting snacks puts us over our weekly budget 💀 they're talking about being so so poor while having a concert fund and tattoo savings and we're over here like we haven't gone to the movies since barbie because we can't afford it and we're thinking real fucking hard and long about whether buying two tickets to a party that cost 10€ each will be too big of a stretch of our budget and it might set us back severily. over 20 euros. and our "poor" disabled friend is flying to different countries to see his favorite band and just scheduled a 300€ tattoo for march.

#sorry i just had to vent it's so frustrating #he's calling himself poor and we're over here drowning trying to afford rent #like yeah poor is relative and he's still not rich #but it hurts so much when he says they're poor and still does so many fun things #while we have to fucking decide between eating lunch and going to a party #sorry i just. it just hurts. it really does #hopefully after the next two months our situation will have improved and i've found a decent job

[queenangella]

my moms disappointed in me that I told my aunt to shut up and follow my grandmas schedule cause she tried to force dessert out so she could leave earlier but what is she gonna do? ignore me? did that already for two years. look mad at me? would be like n improvement from last years Christmas where she literally didn’t look at me once let alone talk to me

#actually was kinda different I just can’t stand when I say my opinion and other people are like ‘well I just won’t say anything anymore the #:)’ #she was like ‘okay you can decide everything and I wont say anything anymore:)’ and I was like ‘yeah that’s right cause this is not your #fucking house so you don’t actually get to decide everything:) shut up:)’ #no one fucking likes you and your cheap ass gifts and your mediocre grocery store bought snacks #now my moms like ok next time just be quiet and go along with her to keep the peace like bitch I will literally start a feud I don’t care #I should keep the peace?? bc if there’s be a feud people would side with me over her ten times over #you really think people will side with her when I’m the one who helped set everything up and made gourmet aperos and gave my grandma #something handcrafted to thank her for hosting us while she cant barely bother to show up at her own mom twice a year at Christmas and #easter?? bc she lives a whole two hours away?? bitch when I lived three countries over I saw my grandma more than you did #your husband wasn’t even allowed out of the house for his own dads funeral you think even he’s gonna side with you?? bitch #don’t wanna sound like a snob cause I really don’t care about cheap gifts or grocery story snacks but you have to realise she and her #husband are both doctors and rich and they have a nanny for their twenty year old kids who also cooks and cleans and they live right next to #two famous people and have a vacation house in portugal and also zero friends you really tell me she can’t do better than a five euro gift #for secret Santa when the decided on amount was twenty euros?

[puripurin]

[Pt2ish]

— Yan!Artist who purposely only asks you in his college to be his nude model for his art assignments (which may or may not have been faked, but that's beside the point).

And you didn't want to turn down the offer because he was paying $500 per hour, which for a college student like you whose living dime to dime whilst paying for loans that were dumped onto by your sperm doner and that leech of a woman who you have to put down as your mother on documents, was a sweet deal.

In those sessions, they would get lewder over time, such as him from asking you to spread your legs some more to asking you to put whipped cream on your nipples with cherries on top for an extra $1000.

You never really questioned it. I mean, rich artist kid who may or may not like to see others (its only you) with whipped cream on their chest and their lower half with cherries on top, who are you to judge. Never question the rich unless it's with kids and Dubai.

Along with his lewd requests, he'd asked about little tidbits of your life, rather than stalking, he'd rather hear it from you so you both can develop a happy little relationship which turns into dating then marriage then have 15 billion kids <3 who would refuse this lifestyle???

After staying in one pose for more than an hour, it was draining on you, so you asked for a break. You decided to use the restroom, but the penthouse layout was a little too confusing and ended up opening the wrong door.

Your mouth was slightly open from the shock. The portraits of you over the last couple of months all had some dried up crust that looked like it was splattered all over the paintings. The floor wasn't better, either with tissues haphazardly strewn across the floor scrunched up and it smelt bad.

Too bad you couldn't open your mouth to complain because you got knocked out by an easel stand.

Fuck the rich.

Also, I've hit 60 followers! yayyyyy!!! I'm not sure if i should do a special or not cus I might make a special with bunny yan y omega yan with a male reader becos omega yan likes males more than females sooo why not and bunny yan doesn't care. Not proofread.

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere artist

[brainjuicey]

money is the only way to escape being powerless in the system, money is the only way you can buy your way out, but you better pray you never run out of money

#those people who pay like 250k a year in child support waht the fuck that's literally insane but also ? #um ya maybe if that person is raising your children and you make millions thats fair #i wonder if val kilmers kids have ever had jobs or if they just do projects and get financed by daddy #that's the dream right i wish my parents financed me through being a charming socialite who suffers no real consequences of life #id love to be professionally delusional id love to have 0 responsibility id like to be able to chose every single aspect of my life and #make mountains out of every pothole the way ethan hawke does #that guy really said my cringefail firstborn did not fulfill the family life i fucked up so im trying again but also get over yourself #not to totally invalidate rich peoples problems but um like you chose to be a celebrity you chose your life decisions #you dont get to say oh but its so hard afterwards #and like maya hawke talking to the press all the time about her struggles growing up is just vapid #i love people who decide i want to do this thing super passionate about it decide this is the person im meant to be with and then #completely fail by the time theyre mid 30s i think thats a good time to fail and start again #or mid 50s #unfort for val he got that cancer instead but you know hes living his best life #i would also love to have an art studio ngl.....

[msgexymunson]

Soft Touches

Description: you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

Warnings: acquaintances to lovers, reader is AFAB, weed smoking (both parties so no real dub con), fem oral receiving, praise kink, p in v unprotected sex.

A/N: It's my birthday! And I'm high, and horny, so happy birthday! If you've read my work you KNOW I'm a sucker for the first time y/n fucks Eddie. When I'm a benevolent dictator it shall be a universal holiday ;)

4k words

Masterlist

“Eddie, what the hell was in that?” 

Floating in a cloud of your high, the entire room seemed to glow in pink and orange, senses tinged in a sunset glow. You were definitely stoned out of your tree if you were comparing Eddie's stuffy, cramped room to a breath-taking sunset. 

“It's a new strain I got from Rick. You feeling it?” 

“Oh, I'm feeling it alright. I can hear colours.” 

Eddie's rich laugh echoed off the walls of his trailer. He laid on the bed casually, one arm slung beneath his head making his tight t-shirt ride up slightly. Just a peek of his happy trail was on display, which you tried, and failed, not to stare at. 

It was proving difficult, especially since you sat criss-cross apple sauce on his floor. His body was eye level, handcuff belt shining softly in the low light. The glint of that drew your eyes even lower, concentrating on the bulge you could see in his jeans.

You thought you were being sneaky. You absolutely were not. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you gonna answer me or just stare at my dick?” 

“Huh?” 

Shaking your head as if to clear it, you finally met his gaze. 

“I said, you can come lay up here if you want.” 

Halfway between getting up and still in a weird little crouch his words finally filtered through your addled brain. 

“I wasn't staring at your dick!” 

“Whatever you say, baby girl.” 

Frozen, mind empty of comebacks, you clambered out of your goblin stance and stood up, when the blood decided to rush to your head. 

“Oh Holy shit.” 

Your knees buckled, and you would have ended up face first on Eddie's carpet if he hadn't caught you. 

“Easy there, I've got you.” 

Eddie's firm hands held your upper arms tightly as he manoeuvred you to sit on his bed. The room was spinning, everything was drifting out of focus. 

“I need to lie down.” 

Eddie pulled you towards his pillows and laid you down gently, picking your legs up and settling them on the bed with you. Staring up at his off white ceiling, things began to drift back in. Once the room finally stopped swooping around in your vision, you started to come to your senses. 

You are on Eddie Munson's bed. You knew him, sure, only in a ‘can I come round so you can smoke us out and listen to music’ kind of way. You'd hardly call him a friend. This though, feeling the heat of his body next to you, him leaning on his side staring at you worriedly seemed entirely outside of your current arrangement. 

Suddenly the air was stifling, Eddie's warmth only exacerbating the matter. 

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, just really warm. And fucking high.” 

Eddie laughed, relieved.

“Thank fuck, I was scared for a minute.” 

You fumbled at the hem of your oversized sweater, attempting to wriggle it up your body but all motor skills were beyond you right now. 

“Eddie.” You pouted at him, flapping the edge of your sweater with frustrated hands. 

“You want this off?” 

“Please.” 

He flashed you a mischievous grin and pulled up upright, beginning to draw the offensive sweater up and over your form. 

“Didn't think you'd be begging me to undress you sweetheart.” 

Rolling your eyes in response, you held your arms over your head like a petulant toddler. Sweater removed and tossed to the foot of the bed, you risked a glance at Eddie. He was entirely preoccupied, staring at your bare midriff that was now on display. 

“It's a crop top Eddie, get over it.” 

Flinging yourself back down on the pillow, Eddie coughed, looking a little flustered, and settled in next to you. 

“Sorry, I didn't expect it. You always wear baggy shit.” 

“Comfortable shit, thank you. I come here to smoke, it's not New York fashion week.”

Eddie ran a finger across you, just below your belly button. The barely there touch blazed across your skin. 

“I didn't know you had your belly button pierced.” 

Looking down, you watch as his fingers circle it, then flick the little jewel dangling off the end. Thighs clamping together out of sheer necessity, you attempt to ignore it. 

“Yeah, got it done when I was like 15, two towns over. Probably my least painful piercing. Apart from ears, of course.”

Apparently, Rick's new strain also makes you run your mouth, as well as being insanely warm and horny. It seemed you had captured Eddie's attention. He turned further towards you, one hand holding his head up. The other, much to your relief, stayed on your stomach. You're not sure he was even aware he was still stroking your skin. 

“Least painful? What other piercings do you have?” 

You seriously considered dodging the question, but it's difficult to be devious directly to those big wet eyes of his. It's like trying to lie to a baby cow. 

“Well, I got my nose done, but the piercing fell out and I didn't bother to get a new one. That one stung. But the worst had to be my… my nipples.” 

The whole bed lurched as Eddie jumped up and sat cross legged facing you. He practically flew into action, grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter as if you were about to tell him some epic tale. 

“Right, tell me everything.” 

Whilst laughing at his wide eyed expression, you realise he's being completely serious. 

“Well, they er, they like, sanitise the… area, draw a dot where they're going to pierce you and tell you to take a deep breath in and it's done. It's super quick actually. It's more the after part that hurts. Why are you interested?” 

Eddie pushes his hair behind one ear, the tip of it is glowing scarlet, you notice. 

“I was thinking about getting it done my last birthday but I didn't have the cash.” 

He's staring at you, nervously chewing on a hang nail. You can practically see the unasked question dancing on his tongue. You weren't going to offer, hell no. If he wants to see he has to ask. The thing is, the way your tummy is bubbling right now, you don't think you could say no to those eyes of his. 

The question remains unsaid. He merely offers you a drag on his cigarette which you take gratefully, before he's stubbing it out and laying back down next to you. 

“How you feeling now? Bit less baked?” 

“Oh I'm still fucked, but I can see straight and I don't feel sick.” 

His fingers begin their dance again, skating over your exposed flesh, stroking down your side to your hip, across your stomach, and back again. You want to mention it. He's never touched you like this before, but you also don't want him to stop. 

“Good. Not inviting you over again if you hurl on my bed.” 

Giggling, you turn and face him. You're both on your sides now, knees close to knocking. His shirts ridden up again and before you can even register what you're doing you've placed a delicate hand on his hip. His eyes widened briefly, but that's it. Both of you are touching the others bare flesh, whispers of touches. Little, tentative things, like the bursting of soap bubbles on skin. 

“I wouldn't hurl on your bed. I'm sure I'd at least make it to the bathroom. I'm not an animal.” 

Eddie just grins in response, and you look at each other, really look. His dopey smile is the same as yours, and it seems neither of you want to mention how this seems to be rolling into very unfamiliar territory. 

“Eddie?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Why are you touching me?” 

He pushes infinitesimally closer, his knee now slotting between yours. It's a small gesture, but suddenly the situation feels even more intimate than before. 

“Because. Because it feels good. You're soft, and warm. And you keep making little noises.” 

“I do?” 

He smooths his hand higher, thumb dragging along the underside of your breast, and you let out a tiny, quivering whimper.

“See? Like that.” 

Opening your legs slightly wider, Eddie's knee pushes naturally further forward, his thigh now wedged between yours. His breath is fanning your nose; cigarettes, weed, and sweet snacks. 

“So sweetheart, why are you touching me?” 

Your hand presses a little more firmly, snaking underneath the hem of his shirt. With no complaint forthcoming, you reach further up, stroking his side, up over his ribs, and back down again. He responds in kind. Every kiss of fingers is electrifying, filling the room with a soft, dense tension. 

“Because it feels good. Because I saw a bit of skin and I couldn't resist.” 

“Yeah?” He's smirking as he says it, but you're beyond playing games at this point. 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn't know I was irresistible.”

You pinch his skin a little and he stares at you like you just betrayed him. 

“I didn't say that, you're twisting my words.” 

“Pretty sure I heard-” 

Cutting him off with a tickle to the ribs, he grabs your hand to stop you. 

“OK, OK! You were right, I was wrong. Nice touches again please.” 

His hand swiftly makes its way back to your skin and you continue to stroke him. 

“Nice touches?” 

“Yeah, it feels really good.” 

Running your hand up, you graze his nipple, and then bring it back down, down, until you reach the top of his jeans. You graze a finger, just one, under them, sweeping across his tensing abs. Then, you move up to more innocent flesh. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

Eddie's chest is heaving, fingers pressing indents into your flesh. 

“Nice enough?” you're the one smirking this time, pleased at the effect you're having on him. 

“Yeah.” 

It's barely a word, more of a breath. You scoot closer toward him, just a couple of inches, but it's close enough to feel his thigh start to press against your heat. Gasping at the pressure, you rub subtly against his thigh to try and relieve your mounting feelings, no matter how slightly. 

Eddie's hand starts making a trembling journey up your form, fingers twisting underneath your top. Feeling the underside of your bare breast, you both gasp. Eddie undoubtedly because you weren't wearing a bra, you because, well, the obvious. The slightest graze had your nipple hardening instantly, hips rocking forward without your control. 

“Is this OK?” 

“Yeah. Please.” 

Fingers stretching further, Eddie finally brushes your nipple. The feeling is magnified by your piercing; they've felt more sensitive since you got them done.

The moan that escapes is louder than you meant but it couldn't be helped. This simple touch is igniting through your nerves and rushing to your high brain. 

“Shit, they are pierced.” 

It seems to be a thought that Eddie said out loud by accident as he rubs his fingers over your ruddy nipple, slowly circling the silver balls of the jewellery. 

Another moan breaks from you, even louder this time.

“Fuuuuck Eddie.” 

“Yeah?” 

His touches become firmer, rubbing your nipple between thumb and forefinger, mapping the way your face scrunches up with his eyes.

“Yeah, jeez. They're really sensitive.” 

Practically panting in each other's mouths, your noses rub together. 

“Can- can I kiss you?” 

His words are so hesitant that it makes you giggle. Pressing your lips in a swift kiss to his full bottom lip, you respond. 

“I'd be mad if you didn't.” 

Eddie wastes no more time, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to you that you reciprocate in kind. You keep it slow, leisurely traversing new territory with soft, exploring tongues. Naturally your arms encircle him, pulling him closer, closer. His arm snakes around your back as your bodies press together, like puzzle pieces slotting together and finding their perfect match. Eventually you break away to take a gasping breath as Eddie presses kisses to your collarbone.

“I don't know why we waited so long to do that.” 

“We? I thought you just wanted me for free drugs!” 

You giggled loudly at that, so loud it came out as a snort, but it didn't matter. The moment was so honest that being cool had nothing to do with it. You were bare, in a way, and so was he. 

Eddie chuckled with you as he slowly but surely pushed you onto your back, slipping both of his legs between yours. Pushing your hips up, you feel his hardness graze your pubic bone. 

“Eddie?” 

He hums a response, lips and tongue busy loving on your neck. You tug at the hem of your top and pull upwards. Eddie gets the message, moving out of the way briefly so you can strip it off. 

There you are, bare chested in front of him. You'd be nervous, if you hadn't seen the longing in his eyes. He's kneeling, one arm leaning on the mattress whilst the other compulsively strokes your side. 

“Jesus Christ your tits are perfect.” 

The moment stretches just a little too long for comfort; you're a hair's breadth away from crossing your arms over your chest when Eddie leans down and runs his tongue around and around one nipple. Mewling pathetically, you lace your fingers in Eddie's soft waves and tug. In response his teeth graze you as he sucks softly; then he gives the other just as much attention. 

Shuddering and wriggling under him, you can't do anything but whine, your hips undulating upwards to chase some friction, some release, anything. 

“Eddie, please, I need you.” 

“Umph,” He responds, muffled by your chest, “I need you to say that again.” 

“Eddie I swear to God if you don't- ” 

He laughs, cutting off your sentence. 

“Alright baby girl, I got you.” 

Working his way down your front, he takes his time planting soft kisses, making you writhe at each touch of his lips, until he reaches your shorts. 

Flicking the button open, he slowly drags the zip down and finds the little sliver of red panties poking out. 

“Hearts? Cute.” 

Thick fingers plunge into your clothes and pull them away, flinging your shorts and panties across the room into the void that was Eddie's carpet. 

Insecurity finally gripped its claws into you. What if he didn't like what you looked like down there, smelled like, tasted like? 

A moment of unadulterated panic, and then Eddie licked his tongue, slowly yet firmly, between your lips and all the way up. Barging your thighs further apart with his shoulders, he rooted your clit out with his tongue, running dizzying circles and sucking at it desperately. 

Eddie's moans rivalled your own, such neediness etched in you swear his fingerprints will be left on the outside of your thighs like tattoos, simply from the force he held you with. Barely able to shake, you compensated by pulling his hair and guiding his tongue exactly where you needed it. 

He pushed a thick calloused finger into you slowly, looking up at you as he did so. You back arched off the bed. He felt around, staring at you with such intensity you that you were seconds away from telling him to quit staring when-

“Oh God, oh fuck!” 

Eddie smirked, sliding another finger in gently to join the first, and worked your clit between his lips. He incessantly stroked a spot inside that you'd never reach on your own, a firm, beckoning gesture as if he were willing your orgasm to come hither. 

It was working. Your insides tingle, a tightness pulling straight from your gut and shooting out to your fingers and toes. Beyond control by this point, your hand pulls his hair tightly. To your amazement, his other hand reaches out to you, seeking, and you lace your fingers in his own. 

As soon as your digits touched, you were gone. Your release plummets out of you, shaking through every bone you have, leaving you a twitching puddle of a woman. His fingers chase after it, dragging every inch of squelching pleasure out of your insides until you're tugging him away and begging for it to stop. 

As he moved back up your body, licking and sucking as he did so, you tried to think of an answer to the smug grin he was just about to flash at you. 

There was none. Brain unravelled, threads wound into your nerves instead of your thoughts, you laid there, ruminating on how he'd made you come faster than any other man.

Eddie hovered over you, nose nudging your own. He must have wiped his mouth at some point whilst you were in la la land. 

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Eddie, you're really fuckin’ good at that.”

“I know.”

You laugh, tapping his side.

“Cocky.”

“Confident.”

Before you can retort his mouth is back on you, peppering kisses to your jaw, as his solid member presses into your naked heat.

“Fuck Eddie, please, please please-”

“Please what baby girl?” He asks, then sucks a hickey on your neck. 

Pulling him towards you by his shirt collar, you bite down sharply on his earlobe, pulling a little groan from his chest.

“I want you to stuff me full Eddie. I'm- I'm on birth control. Fill me up.” 

You can practically feel Eddie's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck, you can't just say that, I nearly busted in my pants!” 

Pulling himself off you for the shortest time he could, he peels his t-shirt over his head and flops back on top of you. Desperate kisses and urgent gropes spill from you both; grinding, needy things that tore at clothes and grasped at flesh. 

After fiddling and failing with his belt, you huff and tug harshly at his waistband. He chuckles, biting at your bottom lip as he unlatches it with ease and then wriggles his pants and boxers down his legs with urgency. 

More desperate grasps, teeth and tongues clashing violently, your hand reaching down to clutch at his- 

“Holy hell!” 

His eyes widen, hands coming to a halt, waiting for the rest of your sentence. You're too busy trying to glance down his front as he hovers over you, your fist firmly stroking his hardened cock.

“You're huge Eddie!” 

He smirks and thrusts into your hand, the velvet smoothness of his dick massaged  by your palm. 

“Bet you say that to all the guys.”

“Er, no, Rick's made some truth serum or some shit because that's the biggest I've ever felt.” 

You guide him firmly towards your entrance, dragging the tip of his enlarged cock through your slickened folds. He quivers over you, arms thick with tension. 

“Baby girl just, just slip it inside, please-” 

“Now who's begging?” 

Grinning mischievously, you wait for him to start forming an answer with his mouth when you slip the head inside your sopping opening. His open mouth turns into a long drawn out moan. 

You would tease him if the feeling of him splitting you open wasn't all consuming. Which it fucking is. He just keeps pushing, and pushing, until his chest is flush with yours and he's mumbling platitudes in your ear. 

“Doing so good for me. Such a naughty, naughty girl. Getting filled up by her drug dealer? Baby girls a little dirty, isn't she?”

You're trying not to let him know how much his words affect you, but the fluttering of your satin like walls tells a different story. 

“You're not my dealer.” 

“Oh really? I'm not?” 

Pulling out nearly all the way and pushing back in, you bite your lip at the drag against your insides.

“Dealer implies I buy shit. You just give it to me, like a little simp.”

Eddie's mouth drops open in mock outrage.

“You want me to give it to you now? I'll fucking give it to you baby.” 

Hooking an arm under your thigh, Eddie thrusts into you hard and devastatingly deep. And again, and again, until you start moaning wantonly right in his face, all bravado forgotten.

“Yeah? Atta girl. That good baby? Wanna feel me right here?” 

His other hand pushes against your lower stomach, the pressure deepening the pleasure he's giving you tenfold. 

“Oh Eddie, oh fuckfuckfuck!!” 

Your release explodes out of your cunt with a gush, liquid spurting out of you so hard you nearly force his impressive length out. It waves drastically, like the sea against the shore, washing and washing over you until it's hard to breathe. 

“Baby, baby! Holy shit, I think you squirted.” 

“Ya think? My God, that was… mind blowing.” 

“Yeah?” 

Looking up at him, you expect that arrogant grin, but he just looks pleased and innocent. Like a kid at Christmas. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah.”

Rolling him over with all the power left in your thighs, you pin him down and move firmly into him, ferality taking over your actions. 

“Jesus Christ, you are a dirty girl, aren't you?” 

“Maybe just a little.” 

Smirking, you hump against him, your swollen clit bumping against his pubic bone on each delicious pass. 

“Holy shit, I'm not complaining- fuck, what the- what are you doing? Jesus Christ!” 

You bounce hard on him. Seeing him writhe under you is a special kind of power, one you aren't willing to let go of. Ever.

“Fuck, b-baby girl, you're gonna make me come!” 

His intense moans spur you on further. Unable to bounce so much on shaky knees you snuggle down close to him, arms clutching his shoulders, as you grind into him. It's massaging sensations into your clit, as well as teasing your g spot with his imposing length. 

“I can't, I’m-  baby girl-” 

“I'm gonna come, Eddie please, fill me up, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel your cum inside me, please, fuckin’ breed me Eddie. Oh fuck!” 

Quivering against him uncontrollably, your legs give out, collapsing on his body as he tenses and releases inside of you. It spurs your own orgasm, snaking up your spine and gripping on your system like a fly caught in honey. An open mouthed scream is all you give him, silent but chock full of feeling, as your back arches in its own tension. 

As it curls out of you, your back gives up, and you flop forward, bones turned to pudding. 

“Well.” is all that comes out, a puff of a word, just air escaping from a collapsing chest.

“Well.” Eddie responds, waiting for what you're about to say. 

You're sure he doesn't expect it. A laugh bubbles out; a weird, inside laugh, that you probably should never share with anyone. But it keeps coming. And coming. Laughing uncontrollably, you roll off of him and try to get your stomach muscles in check. 

You'd be worried about his reaction, if he wasn't laughing with you. It was this odd mixture of tension and relief that was bursting in the air, a barrier broken and left crumbling at your feet. 

“Eddie. Fuck, Eddie.” 

“Yeah?”

‘Yeah.”

His heated hand found yours, and squeezed your fingers hard. For some reason, it felt more intimate than all of this combined. 

Giggling again, you lean into his chest, fingers dipping up to weave into his hair. 

“Baby girl, you can't just-” 

“What? Pull your hair? Because you like it?” 

Tugging on his hair dramatically, Eddie tosses his head back and groans. 

“Knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, certified genius. It's like you don't wanna be railed again.” 

Huffing, you pull yourself on top of him again, hardened nipples brushing softly against his flesh. 

“Oh, I think I'll be the one railing you. You wanna make a bet, for next time?” 

Smug grin forgotten, Eddie stares at you in disbelief.

“Next time?” 

“Well, I hope so. Got to be the best I've ever had.” 

Stupid Rick and his stupid strain. 

“Best you've ever had?” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Only if you wanna.” 

The teasing stopped. At least for now. It was pretty clear, your need for each other was outranking any goading you'd been sharing. 

At least for now… 

Taglist (Some permanents, some likely candidates, if you want to be added, jus say the word sweetheart)

@eddiesprincess86 @zestychili @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @roanniom @usedtobecooler @josephquinnsfreckles @mrsjellymunson

#ms gexy writes #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x you #eddie x reader #stranger things imagines #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fucks #eddie fan fic #eddie smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x fem!oc #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #switch!eddie

[konigsblog]

tw: non-con

arranged marriage with farmer-könig. 🌾🍅

you work down in the village, working in the bakery down the road, where you sell baked goods and delicious sweet treats that are praised almost daily. although, your parents don't believe you're going down the right path, and have instead decided to marry you off to the rich farmer up the hill that they've decided is a perfect fit for their daughter — the one that harvests the vegetables and fruits, the seemingly sweet, generous and hardworking man.

although, once you have been married off to könig, you see a whole new side of him... of course, könig is used to your meltdowns at times — how it's unfair, how you want to go back to the bakery that you loved to work at — but, he still doesn't manage your misbehaviour very well. he'll scream at you to behave, throwing down a basket of fresh fruit and telling you to make him something, a cheesecake of some sort. if you don't behave, he'll bend you over and fuck you into silence, cheeks wet with tears, body shaking as you begin to bake for the cruel and violent man you despise with such a strong passion.

being forced to act like his housewife, all whilst being fucked like a filthy whore for hours for him to release some frustration and stress... fuck, liebling, you really stress him out. :(

#orla speaks #farmer au #könig x you #könig x reader #konig x reader #konig x y/n #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #konig mwii #könig smut #tw: noncon

[nkogneatho]

𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄- 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

—cw: fem!reader, male and female masturbating, fingering, fistfucking, pillowfucking (put me in a cage pls), desperate gojo because i'll never shut up about that. not proofread.

—a/n: i wish his seiyuu had an asmr channel just like nanami's so this drabble would've been longer. enjoy though <33

You're used to stalking the social media of people you go out with. It comes naturally. Well you live alone in this city, and you sure as hell don't want to stumble across a creep with no defense. You never know what's crippling it's way across this sinful city at night. The questionable news reports just added the oil to the fire of your anxiety. So it was natural that tonight, you were stalking another one of your dates. Gojo Satoru. You knew he was pretty popular when those hand had to leave yours to dap or fist bump his peers on your first date. It's almost as if fifty percent of the city knew him, like a celebrity. If he was really so popular, it would be easy to dig up info about him.

That's what led to you eagerly scrolling past his Instagram, flipping through each highlight as if you were a child who just found the greatest comic book.

party,

party,

and parties.

it was like his mantra the way his entire feed was just him dancing under the influence, in outfits too expensive and champagne to rich. He bathed in the luxury and the people around him were pleasuring off the drops sprinkling. So perfect that he had everyone wrapped around his finger. But won't he do the same to you? Overpower you. All those riches and he decided to go out with you, just so he could make you one of his whores, you were sure about that.

"Ugh, fuck it." You groaned, tossing your phone away. "Guess i'll have to use my hand again."

You opened your laptop, went incongnito typing the first letter, but your autocorrect knew better. It's like it has memorised what you do at this hour. But autocorrect works on algorithms so you were sure it's your fault that you visit the site so frequently.

The porn website was open and you clicked on search button, specifically typing "hot men jerking off webcam." It was one of your favorite things to watch.

You scrolled through the popular videos you had already watched maybe a million times. There was a reason they were popular. So you just changed the filter and selected "new to old". After rummaging through some of the boring videos, your eyes landed on the preview of one with the most beautiful cock. longest even. Curiously, you click on it. The video starts with the man rubbing his boner through the boxers. You put a hand inside your panties, and all you want right now is for him to take his boxers off. After a few minutes, he does and his long light peach cock springs out. when he leans back, your eyes do a double take.

is that gojo fucking satoru??

And indeed it was. The man who earlier gave you the rich spoiled misogynistic son vibes was now moaning like a slut, begging his viewers to ride their imaginary pussy. He had zero shame. Although...why didn't you log out?? Why did you not switch to some other video?

Because holy shit he is fistfucking his cock like an animal in heat. The chair is shaking and making squeaking noises but fuck who cares about that. Listen to his moans. His fucking whimpers. He changed his placement and now he was on the bed, had the pillow folded in half only to start ramming his dick into it. God! Is this the real Gojo Satoru? Is this what he is? A camboy whoring his body out. Because he has generational wealth so there's no way he is foung that for money. So the only logical answer is because he is such a fucking pussywhore that his exhibitionist cock only cums when there are others watching it.

Your fingers starts vigorously pumping in your cunt. They weren't long enough to reach and you were actually wishing Satoru was fucking you instead of that pillow because look. Look at that long dick. Look at the pretty flushed tip with his precum glistening. Fuck, how'd he taste on your? Sweet? Sour? But you know it would taste warm and filthy for sure.

The man in the screen increases his pace and so do you, imitating him. you want to cum at the same time. you want to see what his cum looks like on the gray pillowcase. your middle finger starts stimulating your clit even more while Satoru in the screen is now snapping his hips rougly against the bed, in the pillow. you imagine yourself in the position. Prone Bone. Never tried it but if it is what he is doing, then you're sure as hell down. It's the way his thrusts can be heard banging against the wood under the mattress even if there's not skin for his to slap against. compared to what other camboys do, talk about how they're going to ruin your dirty little pussy, gojo's is different. he does say he'll ruin your pussy but it's hotter because it is followed by endless pleas.

"fuck—lemme ruin this pussy—anh! please, yeah? gonna make you feel so good, baby please?" almost as if he is actually fucking someone. and you don't think twice before assuming he is talking to you. It's okay to be delusional sometimes. Specially when his words make you cum so hard, that you are whining at the lack of more girth to clench around. you look at the screen and Satoru came too. And he was whimpering. Like actually whimpering because it felt so good. Hot strings of cum now soaked in the pillow. Shit.

When you come back from the bathroom after washing yourself, you hear a notification. you pick up your phone to find a "Free tomorrow night?" from the same man who indirectly made you cum so hard tonight. And after what you saw today, you would be a fucking idiot to miss a chance like this.

"Yeah, Of course. Can't wait to see you tomorrow."

*Sent*

#gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #gojo drabbles #jjk drabbles #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x female reader #gojo x fem!reader