I Wanna Write Neuvilette Stuff. He's So Bbg And Dilf At The Same Time, I Love The Duality

I wanna write Neuvilette stuff. He's so bbg and dilf at the same time, i love the duality✨✨✨

Any ideas, fam???

I feel so attacked but in a good way like..idk..walls i didn't realize were there are suddenly more apparent. Damn.

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

AWOOGA WHO IS SHE ?????

TSUKUMO YUKI in JJK S2E05

Thirst (VampMiguel x GenNeutral Reader Oneshot)

Word count: 407

warning: some dark themes, obsessive and possessive behavior (from reader), masochism if you squint.

des: AU Vampire Miguel and his partner who's thirstier than him, basically lol.

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Carefully, he placed a hand to my waist and pulled me closer, using his other hand to trail alongside my neck. He comes closer, his warm breath tickling my skin before I feel the piercing of his fangs, taking from me what I let him. I gripped the sides of his arms not out of pain, but from want. A want for more. 

This innate and insatiable want--to be the object he desires and holds most precious to him...and yet, as he drank from me, he was so soft and gentle...I felt how much he cared enough to ensure I'd feel alright without having to ask... 

So much so that I felt guilty for feeling that way. That I want to be his...purely in the sense that--when I breathe him and he eventually has to part from me, that I would want to see him again so that there's reason in living...Or in the way that he's forever on my mind and i in his... 

When he loves me so tenderly, I want to be beat with it...I want to feel the strongest sensations of his love and affection, and bear the pain he'd give with it. I want to crumble under the weight of them both, and be held down and bound to him that way.

He cradles me so lovingly, so carefully, that it leaves much to be desired. Though I know he does it to keep it painless and safe, I want to suffocate in that feeling of him...but I wouldn't dare say it, these are...dark thoughts. 

"Miguel..." I breathed out, calling to him in the dark of night while he lay laxed next to me. 

"Yes?" He ran his fingers through my hair, eyes of devotion peering into my lusting ones...I knew it. 

"Nothing, my love...I just wanted to hear your voice.." I lied and smiled sweetly at him. Him being none the wiser grinned at me, returning to his sleeping state, his arms anchoring and tormenting me once more. 

Yet another night where I can't look him in the eye and tell him how much I yearned to be craved by him...not when he looks at me so purely…

Everytime i feel him biting into me, I feel the lines between madness and love blurring more and more…and each time, my sanity trickles bit by bit.

–At least, his thirst is quenchable.

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A/n: A little oneshot of Miguel O'Hara that I cooked up one delirious 2 AM morning. I've been only posting Cyno, so I wanted to stir the pot a little, a dash of variety, get some spaeice in there 🥴🤌

I'll update my other things soon, toodaloo~

-Kapi <3

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Treasure (nonbinReader x Gojo)

Des: (this takes place around the time Geto and Gojo are still in High School, reader is also their classmate)—So reader is a softie for only Gojo. The man catches on and instantly, he’s down bad lmao. 

-A bit ooc but he gets a little jealous and possessive so are we rlly upset abt it???

Apx. 1.05k words

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Girls want to be with him, guys too, (well most want to be like him). He’s just the pinnacle of sorcerer excellence in the Jujutsu world. Ordained at birth for greatness and effortlessly powerful, Gojo Satoru truly was at the top of the world.

Then there you were, a bright eyed classmate, no doubt admiring him like the rest of them from a distance. He noticed you past the crowds and thought to be charitable by coming up to you, waiting to see your thrilled reaction to him coming your way.

But in much contrast to what he’s used to, and to his greater curiosity, you all but smiled. Greeting him politely with, “Hello Gojo.”

 You were clearly delighted to see him but it felt different, somehow…and oddly enough, he was speechless. He quickly uttered out a reply and trailed around campus with you for a bit. You both get to talking about mundane things (as mundane as they can be with the subject being with Gojo), and he’s come to get a good picture of you.

Sure, you admire him but not at all for the reasons he anticipated. Not for the power, wealth, status, fame, achievements…it almost drove him mad as he questioned the cause for that little twinkle in your eye, and not to mention that oh so softness that you always addressed him with.

During empty periods outside of class, he’d go look for you. Bored and wanting something or someone to add a little kick into the routine he was sickly getting used to. Sat alone on a bench, your legs laced on the pavement of the roof, the fence in your view while you listened to music on the bench. Admiring how the coming winds blew the scenery before you, refreshing your dazed brain from those stuffy classes. 

Gojo smirks and leans next to your ear, tapping on your shoulder and startling you when you turn to see his face so suddenly close to yours. You jolt back, your headphones nearly falling off your shoulders as you scold him about scaring you like that again.

The man grins then laughs, taking a seat at your side to inquire about your whereabouts. You amuse him and answer all of his questions, normal and nonsensical ones.

Until finally, he lands on the one thing that he’s been wondering every time he sets his sights on you.

“Why do you do that?

“Hm? Do what?” You tilt your head, confused as to what he could be referring to. He sighs and leans into the backrest of the bench, rethinking his words.

“You know, that thing—where you’re just..all soft on me. I don’t really see you doing that with anybody else, so why me?”

He asks, leaning on the palm of his hand to peek at you through his shades, his blue eyes piercing you ever so slightly. You’re flustered at the spot, caught red handed by your special treatment for him. You take a moment to  mull over it, trying to figure out the reason for your subconscious demeanor towards him.

“I think it’s because..” you pondered, following your train of thought, “you seem like this larger-than-life kinda guy. You look like you’re having fun too, but at the same time, it’s like you’re all by yourself. I just thought that maybe…you needed to be treated with extra care..or something.” You chuckled sheepishly, embarrassed at your wording.

“I don’t know, does that sound weird?” 

Gojo stares stunned at you. In awe, he can only manage to say, “No, not at all.”

“ It feels nice, actually.”

Perhaps this empty feeling is something more than just boredom. When his adoring fans are gone, and he and his best friend separate for the day, there’s only him in between. There’s always been that saying of how lonely it gets at the top. Is that why you cared so much? Bother to amuse him and his antics, never swooning too easily to his teasing, always somehow prepared when he forgot or needed something, it’s you. You were always there…holding out a gentle hand to him without asking for anything.

And when he looks at you for why, you just laugh. Walking in front of him like what you do is nothing much. But it means so much, —so much to him. 

Soon, he finds himself actively seeking you out when he can. Growing clingy and taking advantage of that soft spot you’ve got for him. He doesn’t realize how much he craves having your eyes on him until Geto comes around. Stopping in to say hi, and getting more acquainted with you, the person that has Gojo on his feet all day.

Geto flashes a wolfish smile your way, knowing it wouldn’t set him off but definitely make him bite the inside of his cheek. Pettiness was growing by the moments you spend laughing and chatting with his best friend rather than with him. Quite frankly, he was confused as to who to call a traitor, Geto for playing with him like this, himself for throwing his dignity out, or to you, for making him throw it. Ah, this was all your fault…this icky feeling filling him from the pit of his stomach.

In the middle of your conversation, he abruptly takes your wrist in his hand and drags you away from him. Turning around to throw a glare at Geto’s laughing form as you questioned him for his suddenness. 

“Gojo, what’s the matter? Why’d you drag me here?” You asked, eyeing him in worry and looking at the wrist that was held by him. Now how was he going to explain that he simply didn’t like how you were smiling at someone like Geto, someone arguably second to him in rank. The man could easily compete for your attention and if he’s not careful, win over that tender spot reserved in your heart. The spot that’s his. 

“Gojo?” You called repeatedly, tugging at his sleeve. Gods, he hadn’t realized how much he adored hearing his name fall from your lips.

Without warning, the man in front of you swiftly shoves a lollipop in your mouth. It’s your favorite Chupa flavor. You hummed contently and eyed him in wonder, 

“I just wanted to give you that. It’s for taking good care of me.” He pats your head, smiling to himself and dragging you alongside him in the setting sun, “Now, let’s walk you home.”

He assures himself that he’ll make you his one day. But before then, he needs to make sure that everyone knows that he treasures you as much as you treasure him.

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A/n: MERRY CHRYSLER EVERYONEEEE

Imma make this a mini series cuz I love writing my faves being down bad. It’s literally my favorite flavor of fic lmao

He might be ooc but it’s okay, we can be a bit delulu, right?

Have a good new year, ya’ll and take care<333

-Kapi<3

This goes hard