Celestialzdiviner - Geto's Simp

𝕱𝖎𝖈𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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Tags:

NSFW - ✦ Fluff - ✿ Angst - ❖

Fandoms I have made fics for include the following:

➸ JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen) ➸ Love & Deepspace

Nanami Kento

Drabbles:

Just thinking about Nanami ✦✿

Zayne

Drabbles:

Zayne is so in love with you. ❖✿

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

its so prettyyy ahHhhHh

also i fell for the first link omg. HAHAHAH

conGRATSS‼️‼️

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HE’S LIKE A PUPPY 😭😭 HAHAHSHDHBS

OO4 . . . MISSED PRESENTS

note. please ignore timestamp on the lockscreen

just as the last message was sent, gojo kicked his feet in delight — for a few seconds he laid on his bed kicking and punching at nothing, the euphoria inside of him gnawing harshly. hopping off the mattress, he puts on his denim jacket, spraying on a couple crisp of the sharp velvety liquid onto his outfit.

gojo cupped his hand above his lips, blowing a breath before sniffing it twice, nodding happily at the smell of mints he popped in a few minutes prior. he had almost forgotten the raven colored wig just laying there limply on his bed. grabbing the brown paper bag filled with a box, he ran out to his garage, almost slipping on his own shoes a few times.

the male pulls his bike out of the bike rack and got on it in a rush, his enthusiasm a match to the relentless pedaling he was doing to go and meet you. a wide smile plastered on his face as he pedaled, the brown bag dangling in his grasp as the wind blew along its surface.

on the other side, you sat by the bench on the most secluded part of the riverside — where celebrities would often meet up with their significant others (or so you heard). leaning on the bench rest, your vision was significantly darker because of the sunglasses you were wearing in an attempt to hide yourself along with the black colored mask.

no longer than ten minutes later, you could hear a loud screech of tires scraping against the ground. peeking over your shoulder, there parked a bike and a male — gojo, who seemed out of breath. his white locks peeking from under the oddly placed wig.

he parked his bike by the bench beside yours before trotting towards you, steadying his wig, "hello!" gojo beams out, slipping his white hair under the wig.

"hello," your voice was muffled by the thin fabric of your mask, raising up your glasses, "i think your wig's . . . the other way around, actually," gojo ripped the wig off in an instant, turning it around all over again and again before finding the front and the back.

in a rush, gojo puts it back on, hiding his white hair under the dark locks. you raised your brows in amusement, "you actually wore one, i'm surprised. and contact lenses too?"

"in a good way . . . or?"

"good, no worries," you pointed out — and he seemed relieved over it, heaving out a big sigh, his palm rubbing his chest. the male holds out the bag to you, beckoning for you to take it.

slowly, you reached out to it, your fingers brushing over his as you did. gojo jolts his hand back, a spark of electric rushing through his body — and if you weren't there, i'd guarantee he'd be on the ground, rolling on it.

"thank you, gojo . . ." your hushed whisper made him nod his head like a lovesick puppy.

sliding down the glasses back into place, you look up at him, "do you want me to give you a ride home? i . . . uh . . . have a bike holder on my car. no pressure," of course it was a lot of pressure. gojo's jaw dropped and he looks around as if there were audience.

"seriously . . ?" he covers his mouth, holding back a dramatic gasp.

"i mean —"

he shook his head, "i would love to take the offer, but— there's a but. here is the thing, you're a top actress and if well . . . anyone saw me in your car, i think the whole internet is going to freak out. and the fanbase is a scary place to be in sometimes, thank you so much though!"

you nod your head, "you're not wrong there, but frankly speaking, i don't care about what the internet thinks. although, your safety is not guaranteed," gojo chuckled, nodding his head in agreement at your words, "maybe another time then?"

" . . . another time," he parrots in disbelief.

i mean come on, realistically speaking — it was his idol asking to give him a ride. and anyone would definitely take a chance for a few minutes car ride with their idols, right? this was his idol asking him to give him a ride next time.

"are you saying we can meet up again next time . . . or?" he cautiously began to ask you.

"yeah, definitely."

"really?" he questions again, grabbing onto the edges of his denim jacket, seeking more confirmation from you — his idol. and when you nod your head, he paced on his spot in delight. all he wanted to do was yell out in happiness right now.

you flicked your wrist up, eyes glancing at the time that pointed at 22.43 — looking back up at him you sighed out softly, "it's getting really late, you should go back home, gojo. could be a bit dangerous considering you're going to bike your way home."

gojo bobbed his head, "you're right. thank you again for wanting to meet me just for a present."

you shake your head, "no, thank you for wanting to meet me this late at night. this is really nice of you, be careful on your way home, 'kay?"

"will do, you get back home safely too, y/n. bye-bye!" he waves happily, running back to his bike, his smile almost too big for him to handle. gojo waved his hand as he got on his bike, pedaling in a rush, turning back a few times to wave at you until his bike stumbles a bit, "bye!"

raising your hand up, you mumbled back a soft, "bye-bye."

BEHIND THE SCENES !

gojo had the wig because he cosplayed L from death note for last year's halloween.

gojo's only transportation is actually a bike, he lives in a neighborhood where everything is near his place; so he finds no need for big transportations like a motorcycle or a car.

y/n has a bike holder on her car because she goes biking on sunday mornings.

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

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Just thinking about Nanami...

➻ Note: reader has female parts, tried to make this as gender neutral as possible. The grammar might also be off, so sorry about that.

Reblogs would be appreciated~

SFW

He would call you his in every pet name he calls you. It gives him a sense of reassurance that someone as amazing as you is his. Sometimes he would call you his spouse unconsciously when talking about you.

➸ “Sorry, my spouse is waiting for me at home.” ➸ “Excuse me, could you point to me where this flavour of chips is? My darling seems to be obsessed with these lately.” ➸ “Oh? a new cafe? Hm… I should tell my love about this, surely they’ll enjoy it.”

Due to the nature of his work, he sometimes has to cancel on both your plans. However, once he comes home to you, Nanami makes sure that you’ll feel loved — no matter how tired he is. After all, it is the least he could do after missing out on having some alone time with you.

➸ “I’m home… hm? You’re still awake? Hah… I have such a lovely partner…” ➸ “Let me take a quick shower and then we’ll watch a movie you like, how does that sound?” ➸ “Hmm… I missed you so much… ‘m sorry for cancelling…”

This man is such a gentleman, he will ask you for your consent for every kiss he is about to take.

➸ “May I kiss you, my love?”

If he comes home stressed, all you have to do is… cuddle! or make him lay his head down to your lap and massage his head. No matter how stressed he is, these two actions never fail to relieve him.

When you both sleep, Nanami likes to cuddle with your back facing him. He loves nuzzling his nose to your hair, breathing in the scent of shampoo you used and tighten his arms around your waist. In this position, he thinks that he can protect you more easily this way. Enemies will have to go through him if they even think about hurting you.

NSFW

I mentioned earlier that cuddles and a massage to his head could help relieve his stress. BUT. What better way than giving him pleasure to relieve him? Riding his thick cock as Nanami watched you with lidded eyes, hands gripping tightly on to your hips as he let out groans.

➸ “Hah… fuck… You’re riding me so well.”

This man knows how big he is compared to you – so when he’s feeling a bit mean, he would push the bulge of his cock from your stomach — loving how he could see how deep he is inside you.

➸ “You feel that? Yea… Come on, you can take more, can’t you~?” ➸ “Too big? ‘s alright sweetheart, it’ll feel good real soon.”

He takes advantage of the fact that he is stronger than you, pinning you down with just one hand while the other caress your hip.

➸ “So tight... yea?"

He may not admit it but seeing you crying while he’s deep inside you just arouses him to a whole new level. It unlocks a side he never knew existed.

➸ “So fucking pretty for me…”

He seems like the type to want to cum inside you every time he fucks you. The thought of having a family with you, a child calling him papa, your stomach round with his kids.

➸ “Fuck... can I cum inside you sweetheart? I want– ah shit– you’re getting tighter… You want that? Me filling you up with my seed huh?”

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?”