merowkittie

[merowkittie]

still in the works, give me a day or two and choso will be urs <3

idk who to write for guys please choose for a cute awkward friends w benefits fic 🤞🏽🤞🏽

[merowkittie]

AAA CHOSO 🤤

it will be out to you sometime this weekend!!! thank you to everyone who voted,, picking a character to write for is the hardest for me and i need to expand the characters i write for!!

this’ll probably happen every week now cs whew a weight has been lifted

idk who to write for guys please choose for a cute awkward friends w benefits fic 🤞🏽🤞🏽

[merowkittie]

idk who to write for guys please choose for a cute awkward friends w benefits fic 🤞🏽🤞🏽

[merowkittie]

crying, i’m talking writhing in satoru’s arms as you break down finally letting all of the weight of the jujutsu world crumble on you.

“there’s something- something rotten inside of me.. something wrong!” your already shaken body, shakes even more at the realization of your words.

satoru stills, because he’s already lost his best friend, oh suguru, how could he lose you, and lose both of you forever? he couldn’t have this.. this defect spreading around to those he’s loved. he couldn’t stop it the first time, but he’s sure he can now.

his eyes are tearing up, and Satoru swears he can sense all that negative energy radiating off of you in tidal waves, like they’re trying to pull him in too.

“no, baby, there’s absolutely nothing rotten inside of you. don’t ever say that..” his hands cradle your face like you’re glass, like you could break at any moment. “This’ll pass, it’s just your emotions talking!”

and you could shatter. you’ve all witnessed how suguru just snapped out of nowhere. but there were signs. no many signs ignored and yet, nothing prevented it.. no one prevented it at all.

his words have no affect on you, instead you cry even more because he can’t even understand or fathom what this feeling was like. what feeling rotten and wrong felt like. what being used, and used over, and over again did to you. no because as the strongest, he had to push those feelings aside and follow instructions, orders, as do the rest of you, but to an extreme. because if he’s not the strongest who is he?

he’d be nothing, and that’s why he couldn’t ever understand this crushing feeling in your chest. because he has a future already paved and carved for him. satoru gojo had the entire world on his shoulders, and he still doesn’t even blink. how strong and will-powered you wished you were.

“you don’t know that, you can’t know that! i-i’m! Satoru I can’t! s’all too much!” and as if that didn’t make his heart shatter your next words did, “I miss him so much, ‘toru! I can’t- I miss him! it’s not the same.. why?? why?”

And it’s as if the universe finally allowed him to process his emotions about everything. he missed suguru geto so so much. he missed his best friend and their playful banter. he missed the way you and geto would play fight because you liked to test him. he missed going out to dinner with you, shoko, and geto, just for you to steal bits and pieces of their food because it ‘tasted better’. he missed how geto would not hesitate to protect you, and watch over you if satoru wasn’t around.

And then he realizes your hiccups have stopped, but he can still feel the wet of your face- oh? why are your hands reaching up to wipe his face? and then he feels his own cheeks wet with his own salty tears.

he didn’t even realize he’d started crying. He just leans into your hands and sighs now though. trying to find a way to answer your previous questions of why?

“I miss him too.. I don’t know why..” he whispered your name softly, “I wish I knew.. but you can’t do the same thing ok?!” he looks at you so determined.

those blue eyes a bit bloodshot. his nose scrunching up to sniffle as he tried to compose himself in front of you. his eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s leaning into your space now, face to face, mere centimeters.

he can still see the tears cascading down your own face, and as much as it hurts him to see you like this, to be able to be the person you become vulnerable like this with, was more than an honor, and he’d make sure you never felt this way again.

again, he’s sure of it.

“i promise.”

and as far as promises go you were sure you wouldn’t break it, at least for now.

[merowkittie]

Imagine “borrowing” the left glove of your man’s super suit for a bit while he’s napping and stitching a small band of embroidery thread around the ring finger. The thread is colored only slightly darker than the original color of the fabric. It was so inconspicuous that no one who wasn’t looking for it would notice. In fact, it takes your vigilante fiancé about a week to find it himself.

He has to do a little double take, momentarily forgetting what he was doing in favor of inspecting his hand. It’s not an accidental loose thread or anything, it’s an intentional alteration to his uniform, meant to be there. And it’s very clearly supposed to be a wedding ring, so he knows exactly how it got there. He just doesn’t know when. Oh, hopefully he hasn’t been oblivious to your handiwork for long. The thought of you thinking he knew about it and just didn’t care was agonizing. He cares, baby! He cares so much you wouldn’t believe.

It makes him giddy. You’ve marked him. What an adorable thing to do.

He was planning to get the ring tattooed onto his finger already, so he wouldn’t lose the real one out in his dangerous life of fighting crime. But even that would be under his gloves, invisible to anyone on the streets of the city. This, however, announced it loud and clear: sorry, but this vigilante is taken.

When he makes it back from the mission that night, he finds you lounging in your shared bedroom. You’re too engrossed in whatever you’re doing on your laptop to notice him creeping in yet, so he gets a moment to just admire you. To his delight, he recognizes the fabric that clings to your body as one of his shirts.

You finally realize he’s there, lookin’ like the cat who got the cream,

“Hey Babe, was it a good night?”

“You want to marry me~” he croons.

“We are literally engaged,” you shake your head in fake-exasperation.

“I found your little gift,” he gives you the clue to why he’s got hearts in his eyes.

“Oh,” your smile gets bigger, “that.. I take it you like it?”

He takes your head in his hands, thumbs gently brushing the tops of your cheeks, “it’s perfect,”

He presses a cute little kiss onto your nose. He laughs as you open your eyes and whine about having expected a real kiss. Well, he’ll just have to give you one of those too, then… or maybe a few…

[merowkittie]

this makes sm sense in my head.. it’s beautiful. (reader has the ability to manipulate anyone’s cursed energy/ability and use it as their own, sometimes they can take the whole ability away but the person won’t be stripped fully just temporarily)

the song i’m listening to + inspired me to write this.. it’s been stuck in my head and the name of the song and how beautiful it sounds just fits gojo sm idk it fits this fic so perfectly

there was always something more to you, and satoru gojo that you two let others know.. but people knew you were his and he was yours.

you were an enigma to those around you, a mystery under a shell of pure utter hate for those outside of you and satoru. hate that only you could understand. hate that seemed to be fitting because of the toll the world put on you. hate that rooted from the trees of life that sprouted you. rooted from the moment you were born to now.

now as you sit under a tree all too familiar, and nostalgic in your memories, in satoru’s as well as he sits against the bark of the tree with your head in his lap. and all you could do was look at each other but it was moments like these that let you be yourself, and him, himself. where the world wasn’t in danger. where your peers weren’t constantly bugging satoru about being strong, being the best, saving the lives of humans.

but as you reach your hands to his temple and one to yours, and for once satoru can let the world fall from his shoulders as your cursed energy becomes one, and your eyes glow in a blue, a blue that’s only ever been seen in satoru’s eyes, now yours, as you manipulate your ability to be able to conjure his own.

relieving him of the pain of knowing— of seeing everything as the always overwhelming feeling of cursed energy starts to flood your own head. your senses intensify and it’s as if you can feel your own cursed energy. and those who are miles away. and you can see so vividly the blues in his eyes, as his shades are set aside, for your own to admire.

a familiar act of love this is. where you can relieve him of the pain his six eyes causes, of the role that’s been set in his shoulders at such a young age. and now all you feel is pain as your eyes tear up and satoru sees it, he already knows why you’re crying.

you always cry when you guys do this, because now you feel what he feels, and you can sense him, you can feel him, and he’s hurting. he’s hurting so much and it only hurts you more to see him be something.. great. something other worldly. a god.

and as he wipes your tears, and mutters out sweet nothings and lullabies of “it’s okay,” and, “it’s overwhelming isn’t it?” you remember why you do this for him. it’s truly the only love he’s ever known. the only love he’s ever been granted. to be allowed to let go of the pain, and bask in what it feels like to be normal for once, even just for a little bit.

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(i’d love to expand on this way more and emphasize readers ability and how she helps gojo sometimes if you’d like.. 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️)

[merowkittie]

wip!! im excited are you guys excited 😝

[merowkittie]

this is doing so good omg?? you guys are nastayyyy

price with his big bulky arm wrapped around your throat, his other splayed across your stomach, and your back is arching painfully up, curving into the older man’s chest. it was like you were made to be there. made to be here, sitting against his chest and taking everything he’s giving you. made to be mewling and drooling over the way his cock curved inside you and hit all the right spots to make your lights go out. and maybe you were made to be here, laying in his arms afterwards as his hands rub up and down your sides, as his lips press kisses into your temple, and his mustache tickles your hairline. maybe you were to be with john price.

[merowkittie]

i’m crying my eyes out so bad rn there’s snot going down my face, i hate men so bad… all they do is be cruel but that’s going to contradict what im about to write..

oh imagine the 141, your boys, cleaning your face up as you cry to them about how no man has ever been as kind to you as they have…

how you can’t help but get overstimulated when they all dote on you because the feeling is so unfamiliar. no man has ever fixed his lips to utter such sweet nothings into your ears. no man has ever touched you with the gentleness they have. no man has ever made you cry out of happiness rather than anger or despair. no, the boys have taken their time with you, to learn you, to understand how to handle you because to them you’re fragile. they know of the mistreatment you’ve gone through and want to replace that with nothing but adoration, and patience for you. so let them love you! stop crying and accept the kisses coming from different directions as they tell you they’ll never ever let a man harm you, or ever come close to it as long as they’re here. whichhh would be forever. <3

- i’m unfortunately so done w everything in my life so im coming back to writing more now. it’s like a full form of escape at this point. thank you for the love on my work, i appreciate it sm. it makes me want to push out way more stuff. ❤︎ ❤︎

[merowkittie]

snuggled up between simon and johnny watching tv, though it feels like it’s watching you now as you look at simon. your eyes are all over him as you trace the small scars on his face and trail your nails down his jaw to his neck, swiping at the small nicks of what could be marks from the tip of a blade. then you press a soft kiss to his adam’s apple and turn to johnny, who’s already looking at you with a big grin. his arms are immediately going around your body, his face diving for the place where your shoulder and your neck meet and he inhales deeply the scent of you. he lets out a sigh of what sounds like bliss and relief. you hear simon grumble something behind you maybe him telling johnny to stop hogging you, and you laugh. you laugh because nights like this are so rare with your boys. so you’ll cherish it tonight before they have to leave in the morning. your simon and your johnny.

[merowkittie]

price with his big bulky arm wrapped around your throat, his other splayed across your stomach, and your back is arching painfully up, curving into the older man’s chest. it was like you were made to be there. made to be here, sitting against his chest and taking everything he’s giving you. made to be mewling and drooling over the way his cock curved inside you and hit all the right spots to make your lights go out. and maybe you were made to be here, laying in his arms afterwards as his hands rub up and down your sides, as his lips press kisses into your temple, and his mustache tickles your hairline. maybe you were to be with john price.

[merowkittie]

hi! Excited about your new Price series! Just wanted to say I think you meant prologue instead of epilogue 😅

omg you’re so right 🌚 ily for mentioning that THANK YOU!

[merowkittie]

sugar daddy!price pt 1 will be out to you guys shortly <33

i apologize for the long wait! school and work takes over most of my time so i can’t write as much as i’d like to!! ty for being patient <3

i created a tag for this specific story so you can search up #sugardaddyprice!au aurora and there will be a cute lil heart next to it !!

i appreciate and love you, sweets ᥫ᭡

lmk if you’d like to be added to the taglist! here’s the links to previous parts:

prologue . part one (next)!!

[merowkittie]

nsfww suguru geto <3

suguru who’s strong arms are wrapped around your neck. he’s got you arched in front of him, body painfully creating a beautiful curve. your arms are tied behind your back with a pink ribbon, like a christmas present. he’s keeping you from running away from the bruising pace he’s set as he fucks up into you. his sweet doll.

“takin’ everything so— fuck— so good f’me, aren’t you baby?”

[merowkittie]

nanami who takes care of you. the protective role just comes over him naturally when it comes to you. your sensitivity, your kindness, he wants to protect your heart and makes sure nothing rottens the purity radiating off from his angel. <3

[merowkittie]

being sukunas gf but he absolutely hates your guts. i mean you’re on par with yuuji at this point. but he loves you truly, and he lets you know because even though he just shoved your face away with all his strength and knocked you off of the couch for licking his ear, you’re still his cute weird gf that he’d kill for. <3

[merowkittie]

O captain my captain