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vee x matt when

when i lose hope 🩷

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i miss u come home to mama 😕😕🩷

On my way! 🏃🏽‍♀️

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hey………

hi vee………..

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gojo satoru x chubby ! reader

“satoru, mmph.” you whimpered pathetically, slob daring to fall from the corners from your mouth. your boobs bounced rapidly as well as your chubby stomach, satoru drilling holes into it with a smirk on his face.

his stamina was one that could match with the god of sex, himeros. the amount of pleasure he was able to give was applaudable.

“doin’ so good for me angel.” he praises her, globs of tears coming out of her eyes from pleasure. you moan in response, looking away from his strong gaze.

he raises one of your soft legs, placing it over on his torso and wrapping his hand on your waist. your hands claw at the silk bedsheets, your mind being fogged and manipulated by gojo.

he was sated when it came to his girlfriend, her velvet walls n her cheeky smiles always made him feel better.

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it feels good to be able write again 😭😭 i might post a few things before leaving again 😜

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★ shopaholic !!

synopsis: bimbo(ish)! reader makes sukuna’s pockets hurt.

characters: sukuna ryomen

cw: mean sukuna, this i probably gonna end up being a smutfic, this is short.

“you’re a pain in my ass.” sukuna sighed, trudging about 10 bags per arm. you giggled and kissed him on the cheek. he regretted asking you to go shopping, he didn’t even know why he did in the first place.

you had gotten into a pretty heated argument before hand, his love language really wasn’t his words.. more of his actions. he had another plan for that, but that’d wait.

you were practically skipping in front of sukuna carrying a few bags yourself; intending to go into victoria’s secret to finish your horrendous shopping spree but getting pulled back by sukuna.

“whatre you doing?—“ you got interrupted abruptly, having your legs being swept from the floor he was carrying you even with the many bags he had been equipped with.

“seriously, how can you still want to walk around here?” he asked annoyingly, he was obviously sick and tired of this thing you had going on. you being his little pet that you get to drag around and do whatever you wanted fit.

he was the only one who got to do that.

“sukuna pllleeaaaseee? one more store, i promise!” you plead in his arms, looking up at him with begging eyes. he swore a vein almost popped in his body. “we’ve been walking around here for over 2 hours.” he hissed, his teeth silently gritting.

“my credit card’s gonna be cryin’ if you hit another store.” you look back down in shame, with you in his arms, he was inching closer and closer towards the entrance of the mall. you had to think of a lie, and a pretty good one at that; quickly.

you make sure to poke your lip out, crossing your arms and pushing your breast up from underneath them.

“b-but i was gonna look for this really cute pink lingerie set..” you revealed, sniffling to induce the act; following up on it. “n’ it’s gonna sell out soon..” you pout, staring at him straight in his eyes.

he sighs annoyingly, he’s aware your tricks—he knows them all too well, butttttt….

he puts you down, giving you his credit card. “get more than one, one in red and in black.” he orders, smirking at you. “i’ll be waiting out in the car.” he takes the bags from your hands, leaving the mall.

unbeknownst to you, he also had some tricks up his sleeve.

part two coming soon !!

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1 YEAR OLD BLOG??!/!/!/&283)3)

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oh were def making a fic out of this trust

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therapist!reader w/ satoru

"gojo-san, you know you c-"

"satoru."

"what?"

"call me satoru."

this was only your second session with him and he was already comfortable with your presence? wow, you thought. i mean at first he was sure he didn't need one, "i'm the strongest, i have no problems!" what a blatant lie. you had only been jujutsu high since your sophomore days, never having classes with him, but knowing him well.

you can feel his eyes fixtate on you although they're guarded by his tinted glasses. a small smile complimented his face, oh how it looked so soft n' squishy.

"satoru. you can open up to me, are you unaware?" you ask while your eyes lingered, but always staring back into his glasses.

your gaze was like an eagle, studying his posture, the very crease of a dimple that was threatening to show, the way he takes up the space on the irregularly large but comfy beanbag, the way even though his hands are in his pocket you can see his finger fidget with the cloth.

"i am." he answers both questions, slouching even more into the beanbag. short response, what's on his mind? "you're not." you reply on instinct, crossing your arms in defeat. "what're you thinking about, satoru?"

"i'm thinking about asking you on a date, ms. y/n." although he announced his thoughts in a confident tone, you could see the slight brush of pink on his cheeks. you were.. stunned at the most. your eyebrows lifted slightly, he grinned at this. he wanted to ask you on a date? you ponder, if it's the right choice to accept, your co-workers (mostly shoko) say that he's a trick from a jokester, "wait until you get him when he’s comfortable." she said annoyingly.

"if it'll help you open up," you pause, following a sigh. "i suppose, we have a date." a soft, all most unheard chuckle emerges from him, he stands up walking towards you. "alright then!" his soft hand touches yours putting a note that had a heart on the front inside of your palm, closing it. he stares into your pupils; maybe even farther than that, into your soul. "there's a new sweet shop near jujutsu high, meet me at seven." of course, sweets. you can see a tinted wink behind his glasses as he begins to walk away from you.

"don't forget what i said satoru." he rolls his eyes. "like i'd forget with you reminding me every two seconds." you scoff.

“have a good rest of the day satoru.”

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why r there SO MANT BOTS FOLLOWING MEEEE LEAVE ME ALONENEEE 😭😭😭

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i had planned to finish a miggy and hobie fic i had started last week but i haven’t been able to finish them and i don’t even think it’s writer’s block anymore 💀it might be time to switch to batman and jjk 🗣️

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flop era

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160 FOLLOWERS LETS GOOOOOO

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★ drunk miguel

synopsis: miguel being absolutely wasted thinking about you, his wife.

cw: cussing !!! fluffie ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

> angel ; just got back on that writing GRIND 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽! i wrote this draft idea i saw on my notes !!

peter chuckled at miguel’s disheveled face, pulling out his almost out of storage phone to snap a picture. the flash hit miguel’s heated face as he pulled his hand up to cover his eyes from the light.

peter sent a message to y/n, texting her “your husband’s knockoed OUTF!” he shrugged his shoulders at the misspellings and started scrolling through his gallery.

currently, they were at the spidey’s bar, one being intoxicated and the other only sipping a few drinks. guess who?

miguel kept his face caved around his arms, about to drift off to sleep when he thought about his sweet wife, oh how he loved her.

a warm smile that only he could see was plastered onto his lips, thinking about how she’s waiting for him to get home — how when he got home she would indulge him in her kisses.

miguel’s smile faltered, a pout replacing it. where was his companion? his vida? the person he let’s cuddle him while he’s sleeping?? he stumbled trying to grab his phone from his pocket failing to put his password in, his talons tapping on the screen more than his fingers did. face id saved his ass.

he opened your contact his fangs flashed as his smile grew, the contact picture was you and him, mostly you, doing your self care routine.

he texts you, a misspelled “i mijiss yu.” was sent. he stares at the screen waiting for you to reply. as soon as he saw “read” he started smiling… again.

> mi sol : aaww, do you want me to pick u up?

> miggy ❤️ : yesd

mi sol hearted a message.

now miguel was scrolling through the album of you taking in all of you, taking in your stunning features. although his brightness was slightly down, peter could see his screen.

miguel had his elbow propped up with his hand holding his head, phone in his other hand a small smile that he (tried) to keep down. peter acknowledged this. “whatcha smiling about, buddyyy!” he wrapped a arm around miguel’s neck looking at his phone.

“my wife ish so beautiful.” “oh really?” he replied. “well, my wife’s-” “i don’t care.” he shrugged peter’s oh so welcoming arm from his shoulder, scrolling through the almost endless photos of you and him, a warm familiar ringed hand caressed his back rubbing circles against it.

“miguel, you ready to go hun?” you said in a comforting tone, your voice low; only letting him hear you. he tiredly turned around in the high spinny bar chair, wrapping his big arms around your neck inhaling your sweet scent his body caging you in.

“i love you.” his voice was slurred, obviously he was tired. you grinned, giggling at his clinginess and patting his back whilst moving closer to the door, knowing he would follow.

you soon unwrapped his arms from your neck, only leaving one so he could stay stable. you tapped numbers onto the watch miguel had given you ages ago, walking into the orange void.

you were brought to the darkness shared bedroom, unwrapping the comforter from its neat fold to lay the big baby down. as soon as you tried to leave his side though, he pulled you back to him.

“don’t leave me..” he paused. “please.” his eyes drooped with fatigue using all his strength left to hold your wrist, your relaxed pulse fluctuating against his palm. you smiled warmly, climbing into bed with him. “i never will, miguel.”

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thinkin about writing miguel and villain!reader n miguel denying that he probably has a silly crush on his arch-nemesis 

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i love editing old phases 😭

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sorry for runnin on y’all my brain is actually empty w/o ideas (this is a cry for requests)