gojo nation we MUST stick together so here’s some happy satoru
One thing you loved most about Satoru Gojo, aside from his many lovable qualities, was how much he loved being loved.
He loved they way you would indulge in his silliness, the way you’d get cuteness aggression over him, the way you’d stop whatever it is you’re doing just to cuddle him because god you just can’t get enough of him. Being the strongest was nothing but a side job when he was with you.
Gojo was snuggled up to you on the couch. His face smushed against your chest as you massaged your fingers through his fluffy hair. You could practically hear him purring like a kitten out of contentment. He was being a bit more of a baby than usual today, but you’d be a fool to act like you didn’t love it.
“Y/nnnnn,” the man whined as he turned to look at you with his pretty blue eyes, resting his chin on your chest, “Entertain me!”
You didn’t respond but instead you held his face in your palms and squished his cheeks. You kissed his lips as they poked out from his little face.
“Hey! Don’t ignore me!” He said in a muffled voice. He attempted to pout but it faded the second he heard your sweet laughter.
“I’m sorry bunny but I couldn’t resist. What do you want to do?” you said to him softly.
“I- ”
Before he could even begin his sentence, you squeezed him. You pulled this 6’3 man up closer to your face and squeezed him, pressing your cheek against his. You don’t know what came over you or what super strength you suddenly possessed to move your log of a boyfriend, but you did it.
You gently shook him as you held him in a bear hug. You placed sloppy kisses all over his cheeks. You bit him. You tickled him. He was just so adorable and you loved him so much. You wanted to fling him around like a chew toy.
“Baby whahaha what’s going ohohon?” Satoru giggled as you tickled him. His laughter was so sweet it made you wanna keep going, but you stopped so you could place both your hands in his hair.
“I can’t help it Toru! You just look like a little sweet potato! I love you soooo much I just wanna eat you.” You said, reveling in the sound of his purrs once you started playing with his hair again.
“Sweets you know I’d let you eat me any day. I’m sure I taste as good as I look.” Satoru smirked. He was soaking up all the attention you were giving him and he was absolutely loving it.
He rolled over on his back and you were now on top of him. You took your time to admire him in this position. He looked so at peace with you. You could tell he was happy, and that’s all you ever wanted for him. If you couldn’t give him anything, you’d do anything to give him happiness. To the world he was nothing but a weapon that wasn’t valued for anything other than his abilities. But you saw past that. You saw his soul, everything that made him a human. He was never the strongest to you. He was your Toru. He was your stinky. He was your mochi poo. He was just Satoru. And that would always be more than enough for you.
“Hey you,” he poked your cheek, bringing you out of your thoughts, “why’d you stop? Keep loving me!”
And who were you to deny him of what he deserved?
“Of course sweet pea.” You chuckled, pushing his hair back to kiss his forehead.
You continued to kiss his features, then lightly tracing them with your fingers. Satoru was so content and relaxed that he drifted off into a light slumber with a smile on his face, replacing it with a pout whenever he felt the absence of your touch. He may have known that he was a big baby, spoiled from all your love, and clingy as hell. But there was one thing he may not have known that you wished every day and night he did. What it was you may ask?
You would let the world burn for him.
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𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡🩰
i think daryl would definitely not realize it at first, in fact i think the group would notice it before him.
rick would see the way daryl's gaze would linger onto you when he'd talk about a risky supply run.
rick would of course tell michonne, who would poke a little fun at him.
"you like her!" "shut up, i do not!"
and it wasn't until he'd laid down for the night, that he had realized it. he'd think about your eyes, and how bright they were when you'd be talking to anybody.
he'd think about the nervous tells you had, like bouncing your leg, chewing on your lip and looking around the room.
he'd think about how, sometimes annoyingly, bubbly you were no matter what. it would typically bother him how happy you were mid-apocalypse, but he lets it slide more often than not.
he would not pick up on this stuff if he didn't have a crush.
he'd be hyper-aware of how he acts around you, after admitting to himself he had a crush on you.
he'd glance at you, then quickly glance away, but always end up looking back over at you.
he'd study your lips and how they moved, wanting nothing more than to feel them on his.
most of all, he'd keep it to himself. because the last thing he needs is everyone finding this out. and making your friendship with him tense.
carol could see through daryl almost too easily, so she's the only one who can get away with poking the bear.
besides you.
"you like her, huh?" carol would ask, and daryl would just roll his eyes.
"so what?"
"do something about it!"
daryl had no understanding of 'doing something about it', despite his moody, careless attitude, he cared deeply about your friendship and wanted nothing to ruin that.
rick was playing matchmaker and suggested the two of you to go out on a run, much to daryl's dismay.
now he'd have to deal with his constant reminder of his crush on you, as well as you.
there you were, sat sweetly on the hood of a car waiting for him, a smile plastered onto your face as you spotted him.
"ready to go?" you asked, your voice smooth as honey and it had sent shivers up his neck.
"get in." he'd mumble.
"yes, sir."
let's not talk about your use of the word sir, and what it does to him.
he couldn't explain it, the authority of the word sir, just hit him in his sweet spot.
he'd constantly look out for you on runs, even when going along with others, he'd volunteer to split up but stick with you.
it wasn't like you were a nuisance, not all the time anyway, he just loved being there for you.
he'd walk behind you, trying to be a gentleman and stop himself from gazing across your body as you walked.
you were the total personification of sex.
"can i bring this back?" you'd ask, picking up something stupidly unnecessary, this time it was a small, pink, glittery cowboy hat attached to a pink headband.
"will it help us?" he'd respond, not even looking your way, but still having to keep you entertained.
"no." you'd respond, glum face as you look down at it back on the shelf.
"then i think we found our answer."
daryl was always a bummer, but you had gotten used to it. you knew how deeply he cared for his people, so what was a little grumpiness.
but you'd always return back, and find whatever stupid thing you'd found on a run, sitting on your bed by the end of the day.
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wizard vore:
wizard turns someone into a chest. For whatever reason, because they were annoying the wizard in some way - the wizard doesn't need a reason to do anything.
The spell will wear off eventually, the wizard leaves.
The chest is left alone. It can't move, obviously, it can't ask for help. Weirdly it feels a bit hungry, despite being a chest.
Someone else enters the area, and sees a chest that they don't remember being in this room before. curious, they approach it, unlatching it, and opening the lid to reveal not gold or jewels but an array of teeth and pulsating flesh. And then something like a tongue whips out and wraps around the unlucky prey and drags it into the chest. The lid slams shut. the chest jitters and rocks as the person inside struggles to escape.
Being a pred, instead of being turned into a regular chest, they have been transformed into the pred-equivalent of a chest; a carnivorous chest; mimic.
the mimic finds itself fed. Without even meaning to. The person who it used to be is still partially conscious and confused about what's happening, and what it even is right now. They were in an argument with a wizard - a bad start - and now their body was fundamentally different. They couldn't move, they couldn't see, but somehow they had a stomach, and somehow their body had eaten something.
But they were also now a mimic, and so they understood that they had done everything they were meant to do and instinctually they knew to keep the latch closed so they could digest.
The wizard appears some time later, they look at the chest and smirk - the victim of their spell has been stuck as a chest all day. Must have been so boring
But then the wizard hears something coming from the chest. Frowning, they approach the chest and they notice the gurgling and sloshing, like someone had filled the chest with a soup.
"Who did you eat?" the wizard asks, to a chest who cannot respond.
The wizard tries to open the chest, but the latch stays shut and the mimic makes a growling noise. Annoyed, the wizard snaps their fingers and the chest is transformed back into a person.
They lie on the floor, dazed, the feelings and emotions of being a chest still linger in their brain. Their belly is swollen from the food they had.
"I guess you found a way to entertain yourself after all," the wizard muttered.
The person, human again, grimaces and belches up a piece of cloth.
The wizard notices that it belonged to their wizard assistant, and as a punishment for eating their employee, the wizard turns the pred into a mimic again.
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AU POLIN FANFIC
Courting Penelope Featherington
It’s raining the day he comes home.
Dark, moody weather that sets the tone wonderfully for the rather lackluster greeting he gets from his preoccupied siblings and absolutely rung dry mother. With two girls out in society, 1 pair of newly weds, 2 youngsters, and a Benedict, he can’t quite blame his mothers half hearted declarations and wandering eyes. He’s fully aware they’re happy to see him, Hyacinth even cries, but they all have their own dramas going on and have no time to entertain his stories of travel.
It doesn’t matter any, there really is only person he’s desperate to talk too, desperate to thrill with detailed accounts and sketched photographs.
It’s a shame Penelope Featherington wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
Eloise is the only sibling who never responded to a letter he sent. It’s clear she’s fully aware of the horrible things he’d spoken in a drunken haze nearly five months ago , and in true Eloise fashion she has no intention of betraying her best friend. She doesn’t even speak to him until he drops into the chaise beside her.
“Eloise. I missed you.”
Her bored expression never falters.
“Lovely to have you home, colin.” It’s so formal he nearly snorts at his rebellious little sister.
“I understand you are still displeased with me about my error last season.”
That does it.
“Error?! You call what you did an error?” Her body twists towards him and she fixes him with an outraged glare.
“Well yes, it’s was uncalled for and I…”
“Uncalled for?! I’ve never known you to be a fool but I find I do not know you at all. You nearly ruined her , Colin! She was wiped from the marriage market by your comments alone! If even her best friend couldn’t imagine being with her, why would anyone else? You have no idea what you accomplished!” Eloise pants, her face alarmingly red. “And then, when the damage was done you ran off to travel the world leaving Penelope to fix her reputation entirely on her own! And the audacity to write to her.”
Theres pain in his gut, crushing and turning everything in his stomach until he’s left nauseous and weak. What had he done? Was he truly that blind to see how fragile Pen was already? If anyone knew how desperately she wanted a husband, a family, it was him. And he had spoken so callously, degraded the one decent woman in the entirety of the ton.
“But you needn’t worry, penelope is no longer the Insipid wallflower you once knew. She has blossomed quite beautifully, I myself was astonished by her transformation.” Kate calls from her place at the head desk in the drawing room, a knowing sparkle in her eye.
“It’s true! She’s the prettiest one at all of the festivals.” Gregory is fussing with his gift while he speaks but makes sure to keep eye contact with Colin when he continues “and everyone says so.” It feels strangely like a warning from the 12 year old.
“Do we speak of Penelope?” Violet Bridgerton waltzes back into the room “I’ve heard from a reputable source that Lord Debling and Master Anderson both have plans to begin a courtship with our beautiful friend. I’m so intrigued to see who she will choose to marry.”
“Marry?!” His voice carry’s over the deafening crack of thunder “she can’t marry! She would need at-least a season of courting and this one’s nearly over. If they haven’t begun courting her yet, it would be wise to wait until next year to begin!” He feels hot, sweaty, his heart beating so fast it’s bound to give way to his mania any moment now.
“Not in Penelope’s case. This is her third season with no matches, she’s more than welcome to accept whomever she chooses at whatever time.” Violet is perched on Simons lap.
“I quite like Debling. I believe he would make a good addition to the family.” The duke tickles his wife’s ribs.
“As do I. We all get on quite well and since Penelope is essentially a sixth Bridgerton sister it will be nice to have someone we can all tolerate.” Anthony adds.
“She is not marrying Debling!” Colin’s voice is firm and slightly frantic, panic rising up the back of his neck. “She will not marry this season.”
“And who are you to decide what she does brother? Have you not done enough. Your opinion is inconsequential and it would do best for you to keep it to yourself, lest you scare any more suitors off.” Eloise has her hands on her hips and it’s almost intimidating enough for him to stop speaking but God himself could not save Colin Bridgerton now.
“There will be no more suitors and she will not be marrying any of these men!” He barks, firm and unmoving.
“Why do you keep saying that?!” Eloise shouts.
“Because she will marry me!” The words pour out of him in a roar, his chest heaves and his hands ball his neatly pressed pants. “She will marry me when I am done courting her, she deserves the full courting experience. I had intended to come home at the start of the Season so I could do it properly but my boat went down at a shipping port and I didn’t make it out of Greece for weeks.
Violet claps her hands, a watery smile on her lips
“These are your intentions, dear?”
He has never seen his mother so proud, joy shining in her eyes.
“Yes. They have been since I left All those months ago. I regret the words I spoke instantly and I needed to figure out why. It didn’t take me long to realize Penelope is the one I desire, I crave, I need her in every humanly way.” It feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest
… until of course, Eloise speaks.
“We’ll best of luck on that journey, brother. Penelope Featherington absolutely loathes you.” She takes too much pleasure from his pain.
“All will work out as it should.” Violet pats his shoulder gently before walking back out.
He needs to fix this before someone else takes his place.
He needs to court Penelope Featherington, and he needs to court her right now.
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