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ೃ⁀➷About me!

Hello! I'm Astro, I am 18 years old, and I have been writing stuff since middle school. I have poor grammar and Grammary is my lord and savoir. I do write 18 + and mature content, I can't control who reads my works but still read with caution since all of my works will contain some mature themes.

ೃ⁀➷What I write!

Fandoms I am willing to write for:

JJK

DOL

Death Note

Hunter x Hunter

Baki

Hellsing Ultimate

Record of Ragnarok

More to be added!

ೃ⁀➷When Requesting!

My request will always be open unless I say otherwise, but a thing to keep in mind is that I probably won't get to the ask right away as I tend to go a few weeks without posting or writing anything.

When requesting please be descriptive on what you will like, and include what gender you would like if it's a reader x character, a scenario that you would like as well as anything additional information.

ೃ⁀➷What I won't write

Minors x adults, pedophilia, grooming, etc

Homophobia, transphobia, etc

BDSM kinks and anything under that topic

Child play or anything with age regression

Rape, dubcon, noncon, etc

More to (possibly) be added

ೃ⁀➷Extra

With any yandere or dark content I may write, I DO NOT endorse the practice of any of it in real life. This is mainly fiction and fantasy and it should stay that way, please do not act, speak, or do anything I am writing. I do not actively seek or engage in this behavior in real life and am writing for the sake of writing.

My heart shrinks in my chest as I look up onto the stage, my red thread every so loose as I see it branch off into 7 different lines, all of them linking to the 7 men dancing and singing on stage. My heart physically stops in my chest as all the air in my throat quickly escapes as if even my oxygen can’t believe my fate. My body gets set into a panic as tears trickle down my cheeks, rivers quickly form on both lakes that my eyes are turning into as my reality, my fate, my life all comes crashing down onto me. My soulmate, no,  my soulmates are the seven superstars of the world. This can’t be happening to me, dear lord above I was joking all those times I wanted to be (y/n) in those BTS mafia fanfics I used to read in middle school. Please don’t make this my reality, please dont let them be my soulmates. My heart can’t take it, it just might kill me. 

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Gojo and his "One Night Stand"

This was a request sent to me! WHOO

Yall 16 more days, and in officially done with school!

Warnings: Fem reader, broke college student reader, reader, and Gojo had sex but I didn't write it, self-doubt so some angst but it's okay at the end, Gojo being soft, Gojo breaking and entering, etc

Like usual let me know if I miss any tags, and this isn't proofread to awful grammar and wording. I am making my Grammarly work overtime.

word count?!: 1244- DAMN

Fem reader!

My eyes open to the harsh light streaming from the open window, I sit up slightly to get myself grounded as I feel a surge of goosebumps run down my body. I rub my sleep-filled eyes, trying to get a clear image... And oh-

OH.

Gojo’s white hair flies over his soft pillows as his naked upper half gives me enough context clues to remember what happened last night. The man before me is lying on his stomach, his arms hugging the pillow his head is resting on. I will take a look at my current situation. 

Underwear on

T-shirt on, but not mine. 

Pants no.

With as much grace as a shaken leaf, I get out of Gojo’s stupidly comfortable bed, as I scan around for my t-shirt and pants. Spotting both articles of clothing in the corner of the room. I hurried to take off Gojo’s shirt. My heartstrings tug at the consideration, but Gojo probably does that for every girl he sleeps with, just common courtesy. Nothing to it, yep. Totaly. I threw on the sweatpants I was wearing from the previous night. I slipped on my shoes and patted myself down to make sure I had my phone and house keys and I walked out of the very comfortable house, and out into the bright world. 

I make quick work walking down the sidewalk and mentally prepare myself for the 10-minute walk to my college dorm. I take the time to check my phone. It's 10:00 in the morning, so Gojo shouldn't be up for a while. I look through my social media and respond to a few friends. Before shoving my phone back into my pocket as my residential hall comes into sight. I grab my key as my phone starts to sound off.

Gojo:

10:00 -Where did you go?

10:13

-Hello?

10:13

-Why did you leave ;(

I stare at my phone, my grip shaking I stare at my phone long enough for another message to show up

Gojo

10:15

-Did I do something…baby?

I swallowed down the lump in my throat as I unlocked my front door and rushed up the 2 flights of stairs into my dorm room. Luckily my roommate is gone for classes, unluckily I don’t have someone to consult with. I harshly sat on my worn mattress as my fingers danced around the keyboard, trying to think of something to say. 

But as if God was against me, which he probably is, Gojo texts me again. 

Gojo

10:23

-Did you go back to your dorm?

-Please answer me

-You are worrying me

I let out a shaky sigh as I screamed inside my head. I run my head half-hazards, and run my hands through my hair, as I send Gojo a simple ‘Yeah.’ I throw my phone onto my bed, I can’t stomach looking at the metal device. To see what he could respond to, to see the message saying I am worrying him. There is no way he cares this much, we just had a one-night stand. That is, that's all, no feelings, no strings, nothing. Even if Gojo was my first, there isn't any way he feels an ounce of love for me. I am just another virginity he took. I bite back the tears threatening to fall as the self-doubt flows through my core. 

I need a shower, yeah. A hot, very hot shower to help me. I grabbed my shower bag and a clean towel and headed down the hall. As I suspected, the hot steam and burning of the water did help a lot, I slipped on clean shorts and an old hoodie, making sure I grabbed all of my things, and I stepped back into the dingy and old hallway. I brush my hair as I walk closer to my room, but I stop when I see my door wide open. A million thoughts came rushing to my head. Did I leave the door open? No, that isn't possible, it's not. Did someone break it? Or is it just my roommate, the rushing thoughts came to an end when I saw the same snow-white hair man sitting on my bed, my phone in his slender hands. 

My breath came to a stop as I couldn't help but stare at just how drop-dead pretty Gojo truly was. It makes sense why a lot of girls want to sleep with me. I coughed a small bit to announce my presence as I closed the door behind me. The tension between us becomes more unbearable now that the door is trapped me in here with him. I set down my bathroom stuff as Gojo came up behind me, his long arms wrapped around me, as he wordlessly pulled me closer to him. His collage invaded my smell and I couldn't help to become weak at our closeness. Gojo buries his head into my neck, giving me soft, also sweet kisses.

“Did I do something, baby? I was so confused when I woke up by myself.” He whispers close to my ear, the guilt eats me whole as I hear the concern in his voice. Gojo places more kisses along my neck, before ending one at my temple. He holds me, he holds me with so much love and tenderness I couldn't help but break down in his arms. The quiet sobs alert the taller man behind me as he spins me around to hug my front. I bury my head into the comfort of his chest as I don’t want to leave this comfort ever again. Gojo hums to me, cooing and ultimately trying to calm me down. After a few heartbeats, I spoke out to him

“I just… didn't think you would want to see me after last night” A hiccup escapes my throat as my crying creases to a stop. Gojo runs his head through my damp hair as he places a kiss on the crown of my head. “What makes you think that baby hm’?” He softly speaks to me, I shake my head as I finally wrap my arms around his waist. “Just’ you don't like me and” I took in a deep breath to stop myself from crying again. “And you never want to see your one-night stands, and that is what I am.” Gojo stops his hands as he tears me away from his chest, forcing me to look up into his blue eyes.

The seriousness swirling in his eyes, as his hands hold my shoulders. “You are so dumb, baby” I pout at his mean words, one of his hands came up to cup my cheek, running his thumb under my eyes, collecting a few stray tears. “I love you, baby, I would never have slept with you if there weren't any feelings.” He says to me, I make an effort to protest that before Gojo covers my mouth with his hand,

“The other woman I got with, was years ago and it all stopped when I fell in love with you.” Gojo uncovers my mouth, as he leans in to capture them. The kiss was soft and full of love, more tears fell down my face, as Gojo’s thumbs whipped them away. Gojo pulled away from me, as he guided me back into his chest. We stood there for a while, basking in each other's warmth. Unspoken love flowed between the two of us. 

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YAY

You did Sydney and Kylar, so how about *flips coin* Robin with *throws dart* whipped cream or other food?

LMAO- Yes, I don’t really know how to write Robin but yes,

Also sitting in my math class while writing this •-•

Note: writing this with female aligned pc

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“Rob..Robin wait-“ she let out a choked gasp as the boy above her continued his relentless attack, her body moved up the cheap worn blanket lying on Robin’s bed. The iron grip on her hips increased as he dips his head down and laps up the remaining melted, sticky drink on her boobs. She rolls her eyes to the back of her head, as she arches off the bed. Maybe in a desperate attempt to get away from Robin, the overwhelming pleasure is heating the room to unbearable levels. It reeks of sex, sweat, and the forgotten milkshake. She wanted to share the sugary drink with her lovely boyfriend after he worked hard at his lemonade stand. How would she have known it would leave to this..? Oh well, not that she minds. Not when she gets to hear his pretty whimpering and moans directly in her ear.

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A/n: math sucks btw

[Popular Boy Geto!]

A/N: this is so poorly put together but this man has been on my mind 24/7

>:0

Warning: Underage drinking, mention of Geto using other people, mention of Geto manipulate people, talk of mental breakdown, slight mention of depression, yandere(?), mention of obsession, Geto and Gojo lowkey having a thing, Geto okay with sharing you, Geto getting drunk by just seeing you

(I might miss some warning, lmk if that happens) (Not proofread like usual, didn't edit it, and probably some spelling and grammar mistakes)

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Popular Boy Geto, who is more emotionally available than his best friend, makes it easier to get with the girls at their school.

Popular Boy Geto, who is also praised for the contracting appearance he shares with Gojo, his board structure with dark long hair and mysterious purple eyes. That only seems to soften when he stares at a certain person in his English 101 class.  

Popular Boy Geto, comes from a well of family, not well off like Gojos. Still good enough to get into this school without needing to fill out an application form. He is still stupidly well educated using it to his advantage when he smooths talks Gojo and his professor to cancel class on Friday so they can throw another party. 

Popular Boy Geto, who even if he is more emotionally intelligent, still feels hollow and cold inside. Not being able to care about anyone besides this person he is attached to by the hip. Gojo Satoru. 

Popular Boy Geto, who can't hold back the gut-wrenching feeling when he has to comfort his best friend, the guilt that flows through him like a waterfall as he promises Gojo that he will make it all better, that everything will be okay, that they only need each other. He holds Gojo in the quiet hours of the night, well after Gojo calms down as they make silent promises to each other.

Popular Boy Geto, who sees you with your friends at Gojo’s homecoming party, and a sense of ecstasy rushes into his veins that gets him more drunk the the liquid in his hands. 

Popular Boy Geto, feels his blood run cold when he sees Gojo make his way towards you, thoughts swimming in his head as he questions his best friend’s intentions.

Popular Boy Geto, who swears to the higher beings that Gojo better not try to get with you for a quick hook-up 

Popular Boy Geto, who also makes his way to you and your friends, slides next to Gojo like two puzzle pieces being placed together. He looks around the group you chose to be with as a bitter taste falls onto his tongue without even taking a drink of the sour liquid in the red cup. 

Popular Boy Geto, who looks into Gojo's cerulean blue eyes as he takes a beaten breath of relief when he sees the same obsession that Geto has been plagued with. He slings his arm around Gojo's shoulders, as Geto falls naturally into the conversion that is currently going on. 

Popular Boy Geto, once the party is done Gojo and him are lying down in the snowy boy’s bed. Getos arms are tensing and relaxing around the boy’s waist. Thoughts pass by his head. One after the other, as he tries to decipher the situation. But, if he and Gojo can share anything. Then let them share the same obsession. 

Opinion...?

I don't mind writing for jjk but I'm feeling a brunt out from so much media consumption and I want to write something new, I'll probably make a list about what other fandoms I write for...maybe....