FANBOY TO FOREVER !?

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FANBOY TO FOREVER !?

STARRING.

FANBOY! GOJO SATORU X ACTRESS! FEM! READER

SYNOPSIS.

you, a top notch actress met your hardcore fanboy — gojo satoru during a fan meeting. and surprisingly, you recognize him through his VERY peculiar ways to gain your attention. and he's kind of cute too.

HEADS UP.

a lot of cursing, if y'all don't like the miscommunication trope then this isn't for you (miscomms are so annoying in a good way if that's possible, makes my stomach churn tbh), insecure gojo, there's a random male character, crack, cliches, non-sorcerer! au, fanboy gojo, actress reader, partial chatfic.

there are going to be pictures portraying the characters, keep in mind that most of them are just to visualize the pose or what the characters are doing. AND ALSO DUAL POVS between gojo and the reader (will be differentiated by chat wallpapers, see chapter OOO for more informations!)

NOTE.

back during my days in wp, i love doing chatfics, i wonder if i can do it here since the formats are a bit (a lot) different. anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! <33

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 (ó﹏ò｡)

OOO . . . PROFILES & POINT OF VIEWS

OO1 . . . FANMEETING SHENNANIGANS

OO2 . . . EZAYKIL HAJIME

OO3 . . . MONEY HOGGER!?

OO4 . . . TBA

TAGLIST ! — OPEN

@osakis-gf @catobsessedlady @jayathelostdragon @dazailover1900 @bebymylonely @starssfall @mrskill2 @fayeraa @sanriosatoru @executeher @lukabwrry @caileysdead @satxoru @misorahstars @tenshiroko @myahfig4 @isometimeswritestuff @plutosgold @foxevxid @ofcqdesi

( the ones colored red are accounts that couldn't be tagged ! )

© 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺 . 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚢 !

i nEED THIS PLEASE 😭😭

insteAD I GOT XAVIER 😭😭😭

I‘m obsessed with this

Him pressing her to the ground

His body covering her entire body bc he's so tall and broad, the feeling of his weight on her

The handholding that functions as pinning her down

His red ears (might be from the cold though)

The hand on her cheeks + kinda holding her chin just bc he can since his hands are so big

This is only a guess but convince me that he's not parting her legs with his resting one leg dangerously close to the warmth he "needs"

On that note: the ice melting during the kiss

His outfit is not only pretty but I bet fun to take off as well-

Warning: this is just smut, pure filth.

If you’re not 18+ this is your cue to leave 🚪

Zayne is the type of boyfriend that makes you ride him while looking into his eyes until you can’t hold yourself up anymore because it’s so intense and he’s reaching so deep.

He loves this view. He may be under you but don’t let it fool you to think you’re in charge. If he wanted to he could just fuck into you from this angle by slightly working his hips towards you and make you see stars. However at this point, how hazy you are already that would be just cruel … wouldn’t it?

This angle allows him a prime view to just watch you as you chase your high by using him as not more than a means to get that release you’re craving.

He’s obsessed with you. He tries to hide how much he really adores you because he doesn’t want to scare you away with how much he actually wants you, needs you, but he is sure you can feel his heart pounding beneath your hands as you straddle him regardless of his attempts to mask it. The heart cannot lie.

He reaches up and cups your perky breasts in his big, surprisingly warm, hands. They are so warm they feel like fire on your skin. It feels like they are trying to burnthemselves onto Zayne’s favourite part of your body. After idly caressing your breasts soothingly, Zayne opts for increasing the roughness of his touch and starts massaging them gently, squeezing them harshly from time to time, a feeling that goes straight to your core.

The look on your face, that cock-drunk expression: mouth slightly agape, eyes struggling to stay focused threatening to roll back and you tearing up because of how good he is making you feel. Zayne has jerked off to your face more times than he wants to admit.

He gently cups your face causing you to ground yourself a little and make eye contact with him. His thumb strokes over your cheek in an adoring manner until it travels down to your lips. They are pink and swollen and for a second he thinks about sinking his cock between them, but not now. Now he wants you to cum for him while he is buried deep inside of you. Deeper than any other man ever was nor would for that matter because that is out of question. No matter the circumstances or consequences, Zayne would hunt down whoever tried to replace him. He could easily make it look like an accident. Sometimes his love for you scares him but that’s the price he is willing to pay.

“Open.“

He doesn’t have to elaborate, you know exactly what he wants as you start sucking on his fingers like a shameless whore. His whore. Only his. Forever. The little velvet box bearing an engagement ring, that has been resting in his part of the closet for a while being a token for that.

“Good girl.“

He takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and swirls them around your nipple and a tiny moan erupts from you. Zayne chuckles and you send him a playful glare. That glare doesn’t hold up long though because drinking in how sinful your boyfriend looks under you, you’re quickly occupied with trying not to cum but rather ingrain that image into your memory so you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.

Black hair pushed back, slightly tousled; most likely a result of your doings earlier when his face was buried between your thighs. His cheeks and ears are red, a telltale sign that he is either embarrassed or aroused. Right now it’s the latter. His forehead is covered in beats of sweat and his eyes are filled with something that can be only described as pure lust.

You’re brought back to planet earth by a cold pinch of your sensitive nipples and another moan escapes you. That crazy motherfucker used his EVOL and it felt good. Make lemonade out of lemons or whatever they say.

This was the last straw to your somewhat composure. Now you are clutching onto his shoulders to hold yourself up as Zayne continues his assault on your nipples.

“Zayne-”

Hearing you moan his name always does it for him. He can feel something in him snap, most likely his self control and his blood practically starts to boil.

“Come here.”

And then, with a swift motion he just scoops you up into his arms pressing your chest against his as he rocks you up and down the whole length of cock like his personal fleshlight. If you weren’t moaning and screaming you’d be in awe of how strong he is as he rocks you up and down hitting deeper than you thought was ever possible, muscles flexing beneath his perfect skin. In an attempt to get even closer to him you bury your face into his neck and let yourself be consumed by Zayne’s smell, that certain smell you call home. God the things you’d do for this man.

Clutching your thighs, his fingertips leave little marks that knowing Zayne, he will profusely apologize for tomorrow. Meanwhile you’re holding onto his shoulders for dear life carelessly leaving little crescent moons on his back.

He once pointed out, how much he actually enjoys you “leaving a mark on him”. First you thought it was a typical Zayne move trying to comfort you so you don’t feel bad about hurting him. But one day when you where looking for pictures on his phone for a little gift you were preparing, a photoalbum for your anniversary, you found an interesting picture.

It was Zayne in front of your bedroom mirror trying to photograph said marks on his back. You contemplated to tease him with the evidence but the mental imagine of big mean Zayne (that’s at least what others who didn’t know him thought of him to be) standing in front of your bedroom mirror trying to get the perfect picture was too adorable. What you don’t know is that once he got it, he just stood there in the middle of the room looking at the picture, 6’1 of lovey-dovey mush with a loopy grin on his face.

So right now you are basically clawing at his back amping up the scratches the more he moans and curses under his breath.

Once he can’t take it anymore and the only thing on his mind is breeding you as he cums over and over again deep inside of you filling you up until you beg him to stop, he embraces you tightly and flips both of you so he is on top. Your legs are wrapped around his waist and he feels your wetness all over him. Immediately his hands find yours, interlacing your fingers. What looks like romantically holding hands is his gateway to restrain you, holding them tightly pinned over your head so your tits are completely exposed.

His lips find one sensitive nub and he starts devouring you while looking up at you through his lashes, and you swear if he keeps that up you’re going to reach your high from this alone.

“Zayne please-

M-Move!”

He detaches from his favourite toy, his personal little make her dumb button so to speak, to look at you, a twinkle in his eye. For a second he imagines what it would be like to make you suffer a little bit and make you beg for it. Because he knows you would beg for him. Just like you have many times.

You’re so fucked out and desperate for him it turns him on so much almost hurts and though he swears couldn’t possibly be any harder he feels another wave of desire wash over him threatening to drown him. Not only does he accept his fate, the thought weirdly enough makes him beyond happy and he struggles to hide the smirk creeping up on the corner of his by now swollen lips as he goes in for a kiss and you can’t help but surrender yourself to.

“ Whatever you want my love.”

He leans down whispering in your ear, voice laced with desire, and something slightly … sadistic?

“Just remember, you asked for it.”

From that point on, only the gods above can help you and the bed frame …

I don’t know why but I picture Zayne to be less of a butt guy and rather a boobie guy maybe because of cardio lmao … 💭

AWWW I WANNA HUG HIM :(

Doctor Zayne would always remind you to eat a balanced diet, keep a regular sleep schedule, and exercise daily. He would scold you if you did something careless and got yourself hurt

But Dawnbreaker?

He would spoil the everloving shit out of you

You want to sleep in all day and have chocolate for dinner? Of course that sounds like a good idea! You can have whatever you want. He'd even run down to the store on the other side of this desolate town, dodging bloodthirsty wanderers along the way, to get the biggest bag of your favourite candy if you run out

But if you did something careless and got yourself hurt?

Just.

Don't.

It would hurt him more than it would hurt you. And the fear and panic from seeing blood spill from your skin, even if it was just a scratch, would haunt him for the rest of his life

And if someone had inflicted that pain on you?

They would be completely wiped out from this plane of existence before the next dawn

Should I also make bots for Janitor AI? I feel like it'll be fun with no filter blocking...

If I do start making bots for Janitor AI, don't worry - I ain't abandoning Character AI HEHE <3

plEASEEEEEE

it did smth to me omg hELPHSHDJA

SHE'S IN MY TV !

Synopsis! Sleepy Choso gets a little wet dream about his girlfriend (you), in an odd way.

۪ Pairings! Kamo Choso x reader

⋆Contents! Reader is Sadako in Choso's dreams, Wet dream, p in v, raw sex, MDNI!

The last thing he remembered was stretching out on the worn, undersized couch in his dingy, cramped apartment. The stale scent of old takeout lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of burnt popcorn. 

His eyes, heavy with fatigue, drifted lazily from one fuzzy TV channel to another, the static-filled screen flickering with a monotonous succession of shitty shows. His eyelids grew heavier with each passing second. Just as he felt himself slipping away, the TV landed on a relatively "interesting" movie. 

Choso, barely conscious, decided to give in to the drowsiness–”Five minutes” is all he needed. His eyes, still trying to fight off the sleepiness, flickered open just enough to catch a glimpse of something on the TV…or rather—someone. 

“What—the fuck,” he muttered to himself, eyes widening in disbelief. He watched as a pale hand pushed through the screen, emerging as if the TV were a portal to another world. Long, silky hair draped down over the flickering edges of the screen, followed by the woman's thick, meaty thighs. 

Her perfect hourglass figure cascaded through the white gown she wore, her silhouette hauntingly beautiful and terrifying. Choso could only stare, frozen in shock and awe, as she continued to emerge from the television, “You’re not real...” he muttered to the woman, his voice barely a whisper. She showed no intention of listening to him, her movements deliberate and unyielding. 

Her long hair covered her face, adding to her eerie presence as she crawled closer to Choso, "Fuck me," her voice was low and husky as she reached the small, dingy couch, her body leaning towards Choso. He could feel himself growing rock hard under his grey sweatpants.

Why the hell was he even getting hard right now? Maybe it was the way she seductively giggled as he squirmed under her touch—or maybe it was the fact that she was a carbon copy of you. You but…terrifying.

Was his head fucking with him? He knew you weren’t going to be home for a while, so why were you here and—dressed like that?

Despite all those questions saturating his mind…he found his long veiny cock shamelessly pounding into your cunt, at least he thinks it you? “Nngh Cho~” You cried out as he had your face flat down on the floor with your ass in the air. 

His dick throbbed at the sound of your needy cries, it was you. It had to be you—those mesmerizing mewls and cries. “Fuck ya’ so tight f’me.” Choso hissed, his eyes focused on your peachy ass in front of his face. 

The skin slapping and the squelching overtaking the sound in the small crappy apartment. His skin flushed as he threw his head back, your cunt squeezing him so good. “F–faster cho~” you whine as you look back with those pleading eyes. 

You didn’t need to tell him twice—one hand on your hip as he thrusted deeper, harder and faster, while he had his thumb pressing down on your asshole. Your cunt throbbing with each thrust “Yes–ah baby.” You stuttered. 

He smirked to himself as he felt the beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he watched your ass constantly slap onto his thighs, “Fuck,” He heaved as he felt the knot feeling in his stomach. “Baby I’m gonna f’ fucking cum—” 

He sat up straight, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps as he heard the door open. The sweat on his forehead running down the side of his face as he looked down, his cock visibly hard. 

His gaze turns to the door as you walk in, 

“Why are you so sweaty?”

⋆ MONSTERFUCKING ft. dragon Zhongli w dicks², Foul Legacy Childe, Capitano w forked tongue.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader, choking w all of them, oral reader receiving, ( cap. ), doggy ( ch. ) mating press ( z. )

request from @queen-belial

NAVI ⁞ EVENT MASTERLIST

ִֶָ ZHONGLI

“absolutely divine” Zhongli purrs, voice deep and low, almost hypnotizing while dragging a sharp claw across your bottom lip, not deep enough to cut, but it stings the same as your thighs that press against your chest, uncomfortably spread and impaled on your lover’s thick cock, “your body... is made just for me, to accommodate me perfectly” it was a half truth, having spent so many years with him have thought you how to take him, accommodating your pussy walls to the shape and girth of him, and when he’a feeling extra greedy, perhaps let him slide both cocks in you? it’s a bit sad how one of them must be neglected, solely rubbing on your belly to get some friction.

a teasing roll of his hips follows, making you choke on your own saliva and eyes widen, unable to utter a word that isn’t a mindless babble with how deep Zhongli is sheathed, and of course, due to his long, clawed fingers around your throat, having you and your air flow at his complete mercy, “good?... oh, of course it is” a bit cocky, but how can you blame him when your face is an utter mess of tears and whines, not to mention the way your cunt repeatedly flutters around his fat cock, movements continuing although his hips start to pick up the pace, forcing the sticky head to repeatedly slam against your spot and your pussy to gush, only adding to the messy sound of skin slapping.

ִֶָ CHILDE

with wobbly legs and arched back is how you always find yourself after meeting up with Childe at the Golden House, your hands are both bent to your back, held by his one inhumanly large hand around your wrists, almost painfully digging his sharp nails on your tender skin, and the other... is perfectly around your neck, keeping your head up while his fat and long cock slammed into your insides, forcing for slick and precum to ooze out your hole and drip onto the floor.

sex with Childe in his Foul Legacy form is almost with no words, except for the grunts and groans, the slap of skin, and of course, your desperate squeals and screams of pleasure, repeatedly getting your needy pussy abused by the ridiculously large size of him, “it’s... nghmm so... too much...” you're blissed out, absolutely fucked dumb on his cock.

but will that stop him? no, never, in fact, your words only encourage him to go faster, almost lifting you off your feet with how strong... with how big Childe is in this form, causing you to struggle to take him, but the immense amounts of sticky precum he pours into your cunt are good lube at least.

ִֶָ CAPITANO

how many times have you found yourself perched against the nearest counter or table, legs spread and whimpering loudly with your lover’s thick tongue exploring your insides and a hand around your neck to stabilize you, although it often clenched and unclenched, stopping your air flow, almost teasing since your cunt slicked his tongue even more each time his grip tightened.

he groans deep, deep like his voice and deep like the tip of his forked, snake like tongue that pushed up against your pussy walls, dragging more delicious slickness from your hole and into his eager mouth, “so delicious, darling” he murmurs, slithering that two edged, incredibly long tongue of his inside you, exploring every corner of your wetness, cock throbbing under the thick layers of his clothes, something about having you bare and spread while Capitano remained fully clothed was absolutely perfect, only causing his length to throb and twitch at the thought, at the taste of your sweet slick.

a thick and calloused thumb reaches to rub your swollen clit, only encouraging you to cream his tongue, the one that messily slips out of your to lap at your folds, creating a wet mess all around with how lewd and uncoordinated was, purposely drenching your thighs and puffy slit before plunging inside again, mimicking how his cock will fuck you later on.