Should I Also Make Bots For Janitor AI? I Feel Like It'll Be Fun With No Filter Blocking...

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

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.

TAGLIST !

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

SERIES MASTERLIST | NEXT

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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?”

its so prettyyy ahHhhHh

also i fell for the first link omg. HAHAHAH

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Fandoms I have made fics for include the following:

➸ JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen) ➸ Love & Deepspace

Nanami Kento

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Just thinking about Nanami ✦✿

Zayne

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Zayne is so in love with you. ❖✿

this got me feeling things omfg-

thE WAY HE FORGETS WE’RE MARRIED CUZ OF HOW GOOD IT FEELS SHDNBA 🤭🤭

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this

riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”

“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.

“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”

an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.

“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”

nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.

your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.

taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.

“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”

he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.

it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.

tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”

“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.

your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.

nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.

each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”

“f- fuck, lee talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.

your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”

with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.

you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.

“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.

nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”

kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”

“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.

with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.

pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.

as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”