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I’m right there with you…

I am down bad for this man

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sun astarion x reader drabble

Granted, only for a few hours; until morning at most - but there’s a genuine relief when your compatriots want to scatter across the town and leave you be. 

All except for him. 

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wc: 600+

Blistering.

Eyes closed, toes outstretched - free from the confines of all leather and the tough of a sole long-battered - heels heavy in the fresh grass, the new soil. 

There’s a moment where all the air carries is far-off laughter and the smell of woodsmoke. 

You can’t say you’ve ever spent much time in Rivington - if any, at all. It’s charming in some lice-ridden rickety fashion, akin to other small towns you’ve travelled through in your time; and in prime position under the sun it simply bakes. Smoulders. Dirt paths trodden with clouds of pale puff, shoes laced with thick dry creases of dust. Warm ash on the waning breeze. 

The birds chirp in a dot-smatter overhead. Sky blue and vast and baking in the swell of the midday heat.

And it’s here you decide you’ll stay.

Granted, only for a few hours; until morning at most - but there’s a genuine relief when your compatriots want to scatter across the town and leave you be. 

All except for him. 

His first few tenday spells of day in two hundred years and he understandably basks in it. Pallid, occasionally wounded by the tender curse of long sun-reddened flesh for some small while before the skin heals over and his whinging stops. Forearm over forehead, eyes half-squinting; the gentle cant of his head toward yours on the lolling hill.

Astarion is quiet. It’s understandable. In a few long nights once reaching the Gate, he may have to relinquish his freedom once more. Give himself to the shadows, to the endless night; some awful routine of the moon rising as the stars sparkle overhead and the memory of every ounce of self-control leaving his corpse for the hunt. 

Granted, his centuries of plight will no longer be a problem. You’ll die if it ensures he’s free. Unspoken but he’s safe in the knowledge you won’t leave him behind. You won’t forget his struggle. You hold every ounce of his deliverance in safe hands and you’ve proven yourself time and time again to be in his corner.

“I’ll come with you, you know.”

A soft whispering into the sun; and you feel him shift to turn his head fully to you, still squinting; heat radiating from softened cheeks and lashes fluttering at the high of his cheek.

“Hm?”

“If you want me to. Whatever happens next.”

He offers some noncommittal hum and blinks slowly, wriggling a little to lay on his side with arms outstretched toward you.

“Come to me, lover. Please.”

You shuffle closer and rest a head on the hot skin of his inner arm, lips dipping to kiss your head.

“I mean it, Astarion.”

“I know. I do.”

A sleep-heavy sigh of contentment as he holds you still.  

“A house. Here. Thoughts?”

You wrinkle your nose.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“I can’t see you settling here.”

“I could definitely settle here, if I wanted to. Little house. Little... pets.” 

His fingers flutter on the peachy low of your cheek. You groan.

“You’ve got a lot of life to live. Rivington shouldn’t factor into that, love.”

“Oh, I know. I’m familiar. However, it has a certain charm by day that I’d never seen before now. Cobble all… warm, underfoot. It’s nice.”

You grin.

“You’re the pet. A fat housecat.”

“I’m not fat.”

“No, but if you keep feeding on me the way you are doing, then that will change.”

He taps you playfully then pauses, before softly nuzzling his face deeper into the warmth of your hair. 

“That or the wine, I suppose. I’m a creature of comfort.”

“You’re a creature. Full stop.”

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I love this man 😌

𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵

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୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 slideshow freak !

req ! the jjk men react to u lookin a little too good in ur most recent insta post.

ಇ. summary. fem!reader, crack, yandere!yuta implied, jealousy ofc, suggestiveness, MDNI !

ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, geto, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge, toji, sukuna.

likes n reblogs r appreciated !! 💗

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WHAT IS WITH THE FIFTH ONE?! 😅

Still can’t get over how beautiful Astarion is. Like goddamn

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from that day on I was his

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This has been in my mind since August but I couldn't figure out which character would say it. Then I started a Karlach Origin run and realized: Karlach. Karlach has a face that knows what The Grinch is.

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HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT

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This mans got me in a chokehold ahahahaaa 🫠

don't tell him I said that

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Alright but have y'all seen Sangbum size difference?? Feral. So good. 20cm+(?) (estimate from Koogi's vague description. Also lol as that's my favorite song from TXT) delicious

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5 years ago I discovered the best webcomic that changed my life (and ruined my ability to like anything else)

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ughhh soft sukuna gives me life ☺️😌

but also rough sukuna too-

“Clumsy girl,” his face is twisted into a frown as he studies your ankle, which is in the clutches of the palm of the king of curses. He’s on one knee, examining the swelling on your sprained ankle that you earned from your clumsiness.

“It hurts, ‘kuna.” You pout as his fingers brush over the sore spot, and he lets out a sigh. Truth is, the sight of him kneeling before you made you beyond giddy inside. The world bows before Ryomen Sukuna, but he bows before you.

“Of course it does, woman.” He grumbles, lowering your feet and looking up at you. “You are so utterly stupid it baffles me.”

His scolding causes your pout to get poutier, mustering the most innocent look you could give him. “Sorry.”

He sighs again, grumbling a, “whatever” preventing a smile from erupting on his face at your cute demeanor. You put his poor heart through so much.

Then, in a short split of a second, he has you up in his arms in a strong grip, walking towards the chambers. You cannot help but smile at his actions.

For Ryomen Sukuna has never once uttered the words ‘I love you’ in his life, and he never will, and you never need to hear it. His actions say more than enough, you know the truth he hides in his heart.

“How sweet of you,” you tease, leaning forward in his hold to kiss his cheek. He simply huffs and looks away.

“Shut up, woman.”

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being Sukuna's favorite concubine and soon to be his only wife

Heian era, NSFW, no usage of Y/N

Sukuna would randomly and easily pick you up on his shoulders, carrying you around with his usual stern expression. He would gently put you on the bed, spreading your legs and tucking your kimono up to look at that pretty little pussy of yours. He opens the collar of your kimono to see how your soft, sensitive breasts bounce while fucking you.

He would be gentle in sex with you. He used to be rough and careless with his other concubines, but with you, his main concentration is hearing your little whines and whimpers.

Slowly but surely thrusting his fat cock in your little pussy hole, trying his best not to hurt you, and each time you let out a little innocent painful noise, he curses himself for causing you pain. He's extra careful but still, his cock is just too big for you and it's not easy for you to take it.

He would fuck you for so long, cumming in you and when he pulls out, he'll watch his seed oozing out of your little hole. It just doesn't stop. Then he would say "all my seed is wasted... I have to fill you again, little lady, hmm?" and push his cock in your already filled pussy again, thrusting slowly and kissing your temples and your jaw, caressing your hair and praising you between his groans:

"Such a small, adorable vulnerable woman. I need to protect you and our future children that I'm gonna put into you."

He would cuddle with you after sex and you can't escape from his four arms that are wrapped around you.

He gets hard every time he sees you. He's basically always hard for you. You're just so small and cute, caressing him and kissing his face and hair, giggling and showing him your clothes, dressing up for him, sitting on his lap, clinging on him, feeling safe and secure, telling him about the interesting stories that you read in the books.

He would caress and brush your hair. He loves seeing your free, long hair around you.

He most definitely would ban any verbal communication between you and the servants. They're not allowed to talk to you. Only the two maids you trust the most are allowed to talk to you. Not that much, though. Only receiving your orders and do what you ask them to do.

He would also probably ask you not to wear underwear under your kimono so that he can take you easily when he wants, without having to rip those pretty delicate panties of yours... he just worries about your panties that much!

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killing stalking

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Canon

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𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 — 𝖲．𝖦𝗈𝗃𝗈𝗎 ＆ 𝖲．𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗎

🎧﹒𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬﹒✢﹐— high out of your minds, both you and Suguru make cookies for Santa, unaware of who’s watching.

🎧﹒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬﹒✢﹐— Gojou Satoru x black! fem! reader x Getou Suguru

🎧﹒𝐜𝐰﹒✢﹐— non curse au, weed usage, for shits and giggles

🎧﹒𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞﹒✢﹐— drabble

🎧﹒𝐰𝐜﹒✢﹐— 1k

“Shhh! You’re gonna wake Toruuu!” you tried whispering to Suguru. The two of you had spent the latter of the day smoking blunts that Shoko had pre rolled for you whilst Satoru had been on a mission. By the time Satoru had reached home, the two of you were higher than a kite which caused the white haired man to sigh in exhaustion before dragging both of you back to bed.

Whilst in bed, you had been on one side of Satoru while Suguru was on the next. You looked over to check the time and in bright red colors ‘9.34 p.m.’ causing you to huff in annoyance. An idea suddenly popped up in your head, causing to giggle. “Hey Suguru, you awake?” you whispered, trying not to wake Satoru from his sleep. He had a long day and you wanted him to enjoy his rest.

“Yea, I’m up. Why?” he whispered back, turning slightly so that he could peak over to look at you. You heard the movement and turned your head to face him, excitement gleaming in your eyes. “Wanna bake cookies for Santa?” And with the same excitement that could be seen in your eyes now filtered over to Suguru who nodded excitedly.

The easiest part had been over, now they had to get from under Satoru’s arms or well you had to since Suguru had made it seem so easy when he slipped out from under the white haired man. “Hey, raven boy. Come help me.” you whined, struggling to push off Satoru’s hand from around you. Suguru tip-toed over to your side before cautiously lifting Satoru’s arm from around you. Before the two of you knew it, the two of you were already in the kitchen, setting out all the ingredients that you two needed.

“You turned the oven on yet, Sugu?” you asked, kneading the dough with your hands before separating it into smaller pieces to cut out the shapes from the shape cutter. Suguru had been nowhere to be found in the kitchen but rather in the living room sprawled out in the couch, cheeks squished against the arm rest of the couch. You looked back over to where the oven had been and saw that he had it turned on. After you finished separating the dough into much smaller pieces, you walked over to where Suguru had been lying down.

“C’mon Sugu, help me cut out the shapes for the cookies.” you whined, poking his arm in hopes of walking him up again. You stopped poking when you saw that it was no use, a pout adorning your face when he didn’t wake up to your calling. Reluctantly, you were about to head back over to the kitchen before a hand reached out for you and pull you back, causing you to squeal in shock.

A giggle you knew so well sounded from behind you causing you to look back at your attacker with squinted eyes and with your lips in the form of a pout. "Sugu, the cookies." you wailed, trying to stop the onslaught of sloppy kisses that were coming your way. One thing about the two of you when you were both high is that you were whiny and Suguru was more a trickster, always finding ways to make fun of you, just so he could hear you whine and complain. After a few minutes of being stuck in his hold, Suguru decided that it was time to cut the cookies.

With you over his shoulder, the raven-haired man made his way over to the kitchen, pulling you onto the counter to help him with the cookies. With Christmas tunes on low, both you and Suguru cut the shapes out from the dough, pulling off the excess before rolling into a ball before flattening it again. 'Hey, what if Toru is Santa' s secret love baby. Y'know, with the white hair and everything?" you questioned without much thought, not realizing how Suguru had stopped cutting the shapes altogether. When you finally realized, you looked up at him in curiosity, seeing the why his eyes dwindled in concentration and thought.

"What if he is?" Suguru asked, eyes widened in excitement and in shock, hands full of flour finding your face, squishing your cheeks together; charcoal eyes that seemed like an endless void of abandonment and despair, piercing yours, yet the excitement made such a difference in his eyes that the normally charcoal-colored eyes seemed to brighten at the sudden thought that his boyfriend being Saint Nicholas or widely known as Santa Claus.

A pregnant pause fell over both of you before breaking down in fits of giggles, thinking that there is no way that Satoru could be Santa Claus. "What are you two doing up at this hour?" the laughter immediately died down when you heard a voice neither of you wanted to hear at this time. Freezing like a deer in headlights, both you and Suguru stopped laughing to look at your now fully awake boyfriend.

None spoke as you all started at the other, hoping that one would say something. "Are you Santa's secret love baby or are you Santa?" you asked, pointing an accused acrylic nail at the man in question. Satoru tilted his head in confusion unsure of what conversation either of you may have had before he arrived. Yet with a silly smile adorning his face, he decided to indulge in whatever theory the two of you came up with.

"So what if I am Santa Claus?" he questioned, making both of you gasp in shock. "But, if you want gifts for Christmas, you have to go to sleep, otherwise you'll end up on the naughty list with no presents under the tree." he smirked, knowing right where to poke the two of you. Series of "no's" and "but I've been good" rang out in the kitchen, before you and Suguru dashed out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. Satoru chuckled at both of your antics before turning the oven off, knowing that the cookies will be finished in the morning.

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Left A Mark (megumi x reader fluff)

characters: megumi fushiguro x reader, gojo, itadori, nobara

warnings: FLUFFFFFFF

AN: this is short but cute asf. kinda ooc megumi? but i think he’s soft for his partner and i own jjk so it’s actually canon (i wish)

A voice calls from the front door, “Hey, i’m heading out. I gotta meet up with the others for a mission…”

Swiping the applicator across her lips to finish her makeup, Y/N calls back, “Okay, one second! Don’t leave yet!”

Quickly gathering her purse and other necessary belongings she walks from the bedroom to the front door to meet her dark haired boyfriend.

“I’m leaving too. I gotta go to the store and buy some groceries.”

He looks down at her with a small smile, “You look beautiful today.”

“You say that everyday, Meg.” Y/N giggles

He huffs a laugh, opening the front door and letting her walk out first, “Because it’s true. You look beautiful everyday.”

He closes and locks the door behind him, “This job won’t take long. I’ll be home in about an hour or two.”

“Okay, i’ll be home around then too,” Y/N reaches up and plants a kiss on his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And he’s off to meet his classmates.

As he walks to the meeting spot at Jujutsu High Megumi notices the stares he’s getting from others. Some laughing slightly, some smiling, and a few glancing at him and saying, ‘awww’.

“The hell are they looking at..?” He grumbles under his breath.

Finally walking up to his class mates, Yuji is the first to notice him and wave him over, “Hey man, cmon! What took you so lo-… Oh?”

A shit eating grin crawls it’s way up Yuji’s face. Used to Yuji’s antics, Megumi ignores it. Until Yuji involves Nobara.

A sharp elbow to her side followed with a, “Look! Look!”, from Yuji catches her attention. Quickly, Nobara and Yuji are sporting matching smiles.

Nobara laughs, “You must’ve been busy, huh? That’s why you’re late.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Megumi responds, “Busy? I wasn’t busy. I was at home.”

“Yeahhhh, I bet you were at home,” Yuji cackles, “in bed!”

“So what? Didn’t have anything better to do before this. Why does that matter?” Megumi mutters.

As Megumi quickly becomes the source of Yuji and Nobara’s teasing, a loud voice interrupts, “WOAH! Megumi! You’re a little show off aren’t ya!”

Satoru Gojo, first year sensei at Jujutsu High and the bane of Megumi’s existence.

Turning to look at his sensei, Megumi finally asks, exasperated, “What the hell is everyone talking about and staring at me for?”

Giggling manically, Gojo hands him his cellphone, “Hehe, why don’t you take a look.”

Taking the phone and casting a quick glance at his reflection in the front facing camera Megumi’s jaw drops, “Wha-… what the hell?”

Sitting there, smack in the middle of his cheek, is a lipstick mark in the shape of his girlfriend’s lips.

Face turning bright red, Megumi hands the phone back to his sensei and grumbles, “Just shut the hell up and stop staring at me.”

Que Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo singing in unison, “Oooooooo Megumi is in looooovvveeeeee~”

“Be quiet you three idiots!”

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

Having returned from the grocery store not long ago, Y/N busied herself by putting the groceries away. Just as she’s reaching for the last grocery bag, the front door clicks open.

“Meg? Is that you?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m home!” Megumi answers.

“I’m in the kitchen! How was the mission?”

Shrugging out of his uniform jacket, Megumi makes his way to the kitchen, “It was okay. Gojo and the others are annoying as ever.”

Giggling, Y/N turns to face him, “Well you know how those three can b- oh?”

At her noise of surprise, Megumi looks up at her, “What?”

“Megs… uh.. your cheek?” Y/N gestures to her own.

“Oh yeah… Thanks for that by the way,” he sighs, “Gojo, Nobara, and Yuji gave me hell with all the teasing.”

Y/N laughs lightly, walking up to him and putting a hand over the kiss mark, “Why didn’t you just wipe it off?”

Megumi looks at her confused, “Why would I do that?”

“So nobody teases you for it?”

Megumi scoffs, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips and pulling her close, “I don’t care about their teasing that much. Besides they’re just jealous.”

Y/N smiles, questioning, “Jealous of what exactly?”

“Jealous that I have someone like you to come home to.”

Y/N blushes at his answer, before he speaks again, “And… it was kinda like you were with me all day today. But now that I’m here with you…,” he picks her up ignoring her squeak of surprise, and walks toward the bathroom, “… now I can wash it off.”