HES LIKE A PUPPY HAHAHSHDHBS

HE’S LIKE A PUPPY 😭😭 HAHAHSHDHBS

OO4 . . . MISSED PRESENTS

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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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➸ Something seems to be wrong with the chocolate…

Scenario:

It was a sunny afternoon when {{user}} received a small, elegantly wrapped box from her friend Tara. The note attached read, "Thought you'd like to try this! Everyone's raving about it. Enjoy! –Tara." Inside was a bar of chocolate, beautifully packaged with a vibrant label that boasted about its rich flavor and unique ingredients.

"Thanks, Tara!" {{user}} texted her friend, smiling at the thoughtful gift. She placed the chocolate on the kitchen counter, intending to save it for a special occasion. After all, what could go wrong with a popular chocolate that everyone seemed to love?

Days passed, and the chocolate remained untouched. Life was busy, and {{user}} barely had time to sit down, let alone indulge in a sweet treat. Meanwhile, her boyfriend Zayne, who had a notorious sweet tooth, eyed the chocolate every time he passed the counter.

Back in the office, {{user}} finally wrapped up her work and stretched, feeling the day's stress melt away. She got up and arranged her things, before going home. Once she into the living room, where she found Zayne lounging on the couch, looking unusually relaxed and...intense.

"Hey, did you try the chocolate Tara gave me?" {{user}} asked, noticing the empty wrapper on the coffee table.

"Yeah, it was amazing," Zayne replied, his voice lower than usual. He looked at her with a smoldering gaze that made her heart skip a beat. "Really, really amazing."

Before {{user}} could respond, Zayne stood up and walked towards her with a confident stride. There was something different in his demeanor—something magnetic and alluring. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You look beautiful tonight," he murmured.

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⋆ 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. )

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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.

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.

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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?”

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

omg— YES I WANT U PLEASE HSJDBDJA

ahem.

anyway.

😇

₊˚⊹♡ HOOK, LINE AND SINKER.

" 𝐇𝐌𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 very patient, are you? Seems like a virtue I'll have to teach you."

A whine sits high in your throat and you have to swallow several times in order to keep quiet, watching through a heavy lidded gaze as Zayne once again aligns his pool cue with the ball. You should be embarrassed by your current position, ashamed that you had managed to get yourself pinned down like this, but the mere sinful sight of him is enough to make you wish you could clench your thighs together.

What was supposed to be a simple lesson in pool had unfolded into a shameless display of debauchery. Zayne was testing your patience and you were testing his self control.

The clink of a ball hitting the surface of another reels your thoughts back to the present moment and you bite down hard on your bottom lip when you meet Zayne's gaze. He hardly looked like the man you knew — respected doctor, known colleague and close friend. If anything he looked like a predator ready to pounce at its prey, hazel eyes darkened by black rings around his irises and black strands of hair brushing across his brows.

He blows out a hot breath where he's still nestled between your thighs and you whimper, the sensitive skin there responding nicely, drawing out just the reaction he wanted. He wanted to rile you up, wind you up tight until you'd tremble and break down from nothing more than a simple touch.

Ever so slowly he lowers his head until his mouth ghosts over your clothed cunt, taking a sinful inhale before a sly smile spreads across his lips. "She's quivering," he whispers and you can feel every single syllable against your skin. Your clit throbs and your nails dig into the worsted wool beneath you, anchoring you to nothing. Your panties are far beyond ruined by now, stained with silky evidence of how badly you needed him to do something, anything.

"You're dripping, sweet girl. And I haven't even touched you yet..." A breath, a chuckle that hums underneath your heated skin. "Is that how bad you want me?"

The sound of his breathy laugh is enough to make you tilt your hips up, chasing those honeyed lips that spoke so many vulgar phrases, pouting at him. With ease he pushes you back down with a gloved hand before he murmurs, "Too bad. I have four more balls to sink."