#(_ _).｡o○ oh to be his housewife…

[merakiui]

being his bitch housewife with azul but inspired by the song allie x - bitch (can you imagine it?;D)

Omg I adore that song!!! \(//∇//)\

Housewife to the tako……. your doting husband who works so hard and brings home the bread for his darling wifey. You cook and clean, greeting him in your apron when he returns from a long day at the office. You’ll help him out of his jacket, asking if he’d like a bath, dinner (or maybe you?), and he can’t help but fall even more in love with you and this tender domesticity.

Something something Stockholm syndrome,,, you’ve been trapped in this crazy businessman’s home for so long now and he’s shown you so much sweetness (in between moments of derangement because sometimes his patience wears thin) that you don’t even think about leaving anymore. :) brainwashed to be perfectly docile, a loving housewife who spreads themself open for him whenever he wants. No thoughts needed in that head of yours aside from how much you love your husband and looking after the house. If you complain of being bored, then perhaps he should finally start a family with you?

You’ll want for nothing. It truly is a peaceful life. Slow, lazy mornings with him, waking up late and curling around each other. Sex for breakfast or lunch, whenever you decide to get up. Clingy husband who hugs you from behind while you stand at the countertop and sleepily prepare tea or coffee, asking him what he’d like to eat. And his hands settle on your waist and you already know, so you fold yourself over the counter and he drops to his knees to give his dear wife the pleasure you deserve!!!! orz

It’s a relationship of codependence. Perhaps part of you is just pretending to be okay with all of this, that rebellious sliver he couldn’t stamp out entirely still dwelling deep within. :)

[arcxnumvitae]

A man of many talents!

[iannmin]

loser boyfriend san ♡ | 최산

pairing: domestic san! x reader (just san being an absolute sucker for his s/o <3), fluff (too much fluff)

a/n: realistic little moments of what san would be like because we all love san (if there are any spelling or punctuation errors, please ignore them)

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loser boyfriend san who comes into your room in the middle of the night dragging his shiba plushie, eyes barely opened, just because you had a nightmare of being chased by a running broccoli in the middle of the streets. but he doesn't judge you, and holds you close in his arms, listening to all of your incoherent blabbering, hiccupping and sobbing, tears soaking a wet patch on his sandokki pajamas. after which, he tugs you to bed, lying beside you. the morning after, you wake up to san sprawled on the floor, hugging his shiba plushie close to his chest.

loser boyfriend san who takes pride in bringing you and your mom to the nail salon. and he absolutely does not care about the stares he receives when he links arms with you and your mom, striding in like a proud kitten. he waits patiently by your side, head resting on his arms, examining each and every procedure. "jagiya, doesn't it hurt? they are snipping off your skin!" san exclaims. oh,, such dumb boy. "san, it's my cuticles, i don't feel a thing" and when you and your mom attempt to explain to him what a french tip is, he smiles and nods sheepishly, even though you knew very well that nothing went into that boy's head <3

loser boyfriend san who claims to take taekwondo and gym classes to "man up" yet every time you fall sick he can't help but bawl his eyes out. "jagiya, it's okay, it's not your fault. it's just a little cough, that's all" you whisper while running your fingers through his hair. san, who had his head buried in between your breasts looks up at you, dragon eyes softened into swollen doe eyes. but your words didn't seem to help. he blabbers, tears beginning to well up in his eyes yet again "what if you die? what if you never wake up again because your cough killed you? what if-" "SAN. I'M NOT GOING TO DIE, IT'S JUST A COUGH"

loser boyfriend san who never fails to beat the housewife agenda by packing you cute lunchboxes when you had lessons to attend. every time you opened up the hello kitty themed lunchbox container, your friends would be in awe about how he managed to make the cute octopus shaped sausages, a heart-shaped omelette and fruits cut into different animals. once, you had forgotten your lunchbox at home and not even two hours into class, san showed up at your school running to you while frantically pointing at the lunchbox. "i can't leave my baby starving" is all he said to you before hurrying off to his school in a bike because he doesn't have a drivers license (...)

loser boyfriend san who travelled 8 hours to your parent's house without you knowing, just to ask for their acceptance to be your husband. "There is no one who provokes or quarrel with me. I can save her by fighting off bad guys because I have taken exercise hard and i can give her a lot of love because i grew up in a loving home. If you allow me, i will make her happy and comfortable all the time." and of course your parents were over the moon.

and that was the last time you had the rights to call him your loser boyfriend, because now he's your loser husband, and you still love him very much <3

[bunny-jpeg]

sinful sentences (one)

george russell - "oh, is that how you like it?"

tags: smut/pwp, giving & loving!george, established relationship, sundresses, (house)wife kink, body worship, mild dom!george, (slight) dirty talk, missionary, after-care

the sinful sentences catalogue

george was always more focused on giving you the pleasure he thought you deserved. to let it mount higher and higher until you felt the heavens of orgasm.

but after a year of dating, you still yearned to know what made george squirm. what made his toes curl and his cock throb. the thing about george was that if he didn't want you to

and then it all started with a pretty purple sundress.

"listen, i don't get why i am the end-all be all of baking around here!" you chirped into the phone with his nestled between your shoulder and ear, "literally i say that i remember what bluey looks like and now i'm making a cake for a two year old!" you were bent over as you took the first cake out of the over. you wore soft coloured oven mitts and a matching apron. when you were upright once more with the cake in hand. you almost jumped when you became aware of george's presence behind you.

you managed to put the cake down on top of the stove and look over to see your boyfriend of the last three years staring at you with eyes like saucers. you said on the phone, "hey, mum, i'll call you later. george looks like he just saw a ghost." then hung up the phone and put it on the white counter top nearby. you closed the oven and took off the mitts then the apron.

"what's... all this?" he asked as he looked around the kitchen, to take his eyes off of your beautiful body for a moment. he could feel the heat rise in his body, and it wasn't just the heat from the oven.

george didn't know where the hell you got that dress, and who in their right mind sold it to you. but he loved it! it was short sleeves and buttoned up to the neck. it was a lilac colour with a small checkered pattern. it screamed a sense of vintage that went right to his cock. he didn't want you to think less of him, he loved that you held two degrees and worked hard every day. but to see this small slice of domestic bliss, it made him tense up.

"remember my cousin. the cousin with the kid... not that cousin with the kid. the other one." you tried to explain in the least amount of words.

george dumbly nodded.

"i open my mouth and now i'm making a bluey cake for a toddler." you chuckled as you placed your hands on your hips, "and i have to go to the party... i mean you're free to come too, but that means you gotta see my aunt and that never goes well." you shook your head a little.

"is it a costume party and you're going as a housewife?" he asked to dispelled some of the tension in his body. he gestured to you, "the dress and everything."

the pieces started to come together and you knitted your brows for a moment before you made a 'o' shape with your mouth at the realization, "oh, is that how you like it?"

"wait-"

you giggled, "oh, george. you're so cute." you leaned over to turn off the oven and approached your lover. the freshly baked cake was left abandoned- it needed to cool after all. you reached for him and pressed your chest up against his, "does someone have a thing for housewives."

his expression was shocked as he tried to explain away every aspect of it, "i don't want you thinking that i want you to be some submissive housewife, i love that you was passionate and you have goals. i want you more than just some woman chained to the-" and you silenced him with a heated kiss. you held onto him tightly and he melted a little into the kiss. he felt the slight tightness in his chest.

when you pulled away, you laughed a little, "it's alright george, you're allowed to have a little... soft spot, for it. i know your true beliefs, but it's okay to have sexual fantasies about me as your stay-at-home wife." you trailed a hand down the front of his chest, you could feel the hammering heart. you giggled further, "i guess i finally know what gets you going. what makes those gears turn."

he swallowed, "that's not the only thing." and reached to hold you by the small of your back, "but i can't help myself when you're dressed like this. where did you get this dress?"

"i liked the sleeves, wouldn't get sunburnt in austin this year." you smiled at him, "i guess i didn't take into account that my boyfriend would be turned on by it. but i guess i should be calling you my husband."

"say that again."

"husband."

"again."

"my husband, george russell." and you yelped when he picked you up and got you in a position to carry you away from the kitchen and towards the bedroom. you kicked out your legs a little but george patted you on the ass.

"don't squirm too much, afraid i'll drop you." he felt like he was a predator running on instinct. little rational thought was coursing his thoughts. the direction was simple: get you on the bed and get you naked. the dress was beautiful, but your pussy was even better. he dropped you on the bed and pulled away for you to get a full view of him as he tugged at his belt.

you felt the heat in your cheeks, it near stung and it only made your core soaked as you started to undo the front buttons of your dress. you had a hunch that the normally calm, mild mannered george wanted to just rip those buttons out of the seams. so your hands moved fast.

"you're beautiful. my beautiful wife. look at you, you were bent over the stove like a good girl." he licked his lips, he never imagined he could vocalize words like that. talk to you that way. but as he watch you grow more desperate to get out of your clothes, he knew that you loved it. the filth on his tongue.

slowly you two got undressed, the words only furthered the most that george felt the heat rise in his body. you unwrapped yourself perfectly for him. the sight of you as you soon laid nude on your shared bed. you looked perfect, you looked like the ideal wife for him. he couldn't help himself, not when such a wonderful, beautiful woman was laid out for him.

he was on the bed with you and you helped him get his briefs off. both naked, there was a slight tussle in the sheets as you felt him up and he did the same. he said lowly to you, "you're beautiful. look at you, all those curves, every inch of you. you look like a good proper wife." his tone curled in your brain and made your stomach flip, "maybe at the end of the season, i should make you my wife." he kissed at your neck, "lovely in white."

your core felt soaked from his words. you ended up on your back and looked up at him with a throb in your core. you felt hot all over, hot in a way that made you have a slight tremor in your soul. you replied, "i'm glad you find it hot, george. seeing me as your wife, being all domestic for you." you inched up the bed a little until your head was in the pillows. you eyed up at him and smiled a little.

he got on top of you and your legs around his waist. he gazed at you lovingly, "it does something to me, i can't help it. the sight of you, how at ease you looked. it made me want you, all of you." he hiked your hips a little and slowly he sank into you. his cock hard as it pushed inside of you. he tensed up for a moment, lust clouded those beautiful eyes of his. he leaned over you and admired your features as your expression changed as he slotted his cock into you. you felt heavenly, like a dream as he moved against you slowly.

"george."

"i know, my wife." he said, the words came off his tongue so easily even though you were his girlfriend, "you looked amazing in that dress. you, me, and a nice place back home. somewhere quiet, raise a family." his pace picked up in intensity. you felt something curl inside of you at the notion of that, if that was a reality he wanted or not, you weren't too sure. but, it made you feel a flush of hot all over.

you moaned a little and reached for the covers. you held onto it them as he thrusted against you. he moved against your body like he had done it a million times before. you loved the feeling, the shape of him against you. the heaven that bloomed in your soul as the two of you moved together. your legs tightened around his waist. his pace increased and you groaned loudly.

"you like that, honey? do you like the idea of that. away from all of this. i know we both love the rush of racing, but to be tucked away somewhere just the two of us. finally get that dog, maybe have a few kids. quite the life, huh." the words were warm, not painfully erotic. but just enough to leave a further warmth in your core as he moved against you. he admired you, loved you. you were the perfect woman for him. he felt almost honoured to be able to fuck you, to hold you in such an intimate way.

you nodded, "fuck, george." you met his pace and soon his chest was pressed up against yours. the pleasure flowed between you two as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. the two of you moved together, the two of you kissed deeply together. you moaned into his mouth and he held onto your sides tightly. but, not tight enough to harm you.

he'd never hurt you.

"i need to buy you more sundresses." he chuckled lowly, "i'd say you should wear that one to the paddock, but i think you'd catch a few stares." he kissed you on the lips for a brief moment as he moved against you, guided your body up against his cock, "you'd look too good, no one would be taking photos of the race. only photos of you. you'd be far too beautiful."

"so i should be at home then?" you asked, playing into the fantasy of it all.

george pressed his nose against yours for a moment, "make me a few cookies to bring on the road." his breathing was increasing from the movements, "not the same as your sweet skin, but it'll tide me over until i get my hands on your soft hips again and let me have my way with you once more." his voice was low, but not in a scary kind of way. it rather left you feeling aroused.

the movements continued, as did the filthy language. the two of you felt hot towards one another. the kisses were painfully heavy as you combed your fingers through his soft hair. and his hands held onto your soft thighs and used it as leverage to fuck you heavier. he loved the feeling of you, you felt amazing. he panted a little heavier and kissed you once more.

the pleasure continued and you felt the fire in your core. you could feel the climax close. you moaned against him and held onto his shoulders, the two of you moved together. it was passion between two lovers as the two of you kissed one another deeply. you moaned against his lips and he thrusted against you.

"you feel so good." you panted, "i'll be your wife, i'll be your everything." you clenched around him, held onto his shoulders tightly and then kissed him. you came soon after and felt the crash of pleasure over you. it hit you all over and you moaned into the kiss. you near melted against him and let the feeling take over.

he continued to move against, he rocked against you further. he was near desperate to climax as well. it was something to see the resolve of george russell crack in favour of an intense need of sexual want. you looked at each other for a moment and he smiled at you. and you felt a zap of overstimulation through you.

you held onto him tightly and he rutted heavily against you. george looked gorgeous, those intense eyes on you made you chest melt and your eyes closed a little and your mouth opened a little more.

"my wife." he said before he worked his hips with a couple more thrusts before he finished inside of you. he rode out his orgasm and kissed at your sweaty collarbones. he loved the sound of your noises when he lightly grazed his teeth across your skin.

you really were perfect, the perfect woman for him. his future wife. he eventually slowed to a stop and lifted his head from you to admire you. he pushed his hair back, his pupils were a little dilated. he slowly pulled out and laid out next to you.

you panted as you curled up against one another. your leg over his thigh and his arm over your side, you composed yourself slowly, but felt a slight exhaustion from the intensity of it all. you said to him, "i'm going to have to remake the cake."

he chuckled lightly and kissed your warm cheek, "that's alright. i'll help you. no need to make it all alone. i can provide some help." and watched your eyes close once more.

you nodded, "but for now, a small nap. tired as anything." and snuggled up when george threw the blankets over the both of you. he kissed the tip of your nose and you smiled softly for a moment. you felt content.

as you fell into a light sleep due to the come down from the intense orgasm. he stroked your cheek lovingly and wondered what kind of wedding ring you would like. <3

[xjulixred45x]

Now i can't help to think about vox(yandere or not)wanting to reader to be his throphy wife/husband/spouse or stay-at-home wife😩

Oh yes definitely. Vox really would like a reader who is naturally like that, homely, sweet, good at housework, like his total opposite. but he especially likes that reader depends on him in some way. Whether it's money or something they want, they get it.

This is more o Hc i have, but i think that Vox died or 1- in the early 40's (when the first televitions was invented ) or 2- in the 70's(when the COLOR TELEVITIONS was invented), SO is not strange to think he would probably like the idea of a more "tradicional" partner. I mean, he don't care if it's a woman, man, or NB, just as long as He's in control of the situation and he's the one providing for You, he's fine.

In the case of a Female! Reader, this would be waaaay more obvious, i just published something about this, but Even in a no yandere case, i think Vox would ask You to quit your job and just stay at home to care of him and YOU, it's hell baby, he says he's more much calmer knowing You're un Home, safe (and happy without those CREEPS around ya) but i think is just his way to Say he wants You to stay at home😅.

At started, i think he would definitely want You as a trophy wife/husband/spouse if You are an Overlord as well, but halfway he would realize (aside from the fact that he fell for you hehe) that 1- either you are worth much more as a business partner than as a simple accessory or 2- that he prefers something more serious (which could lead to the housewife scenario on a smaller scale , maybe join forces but Vox controls everything (especially if you are a weaker Overlord than him)).

Surprisingly, it would awaken a softer side of Vox, because he really doesn't have to prove anything with you, you already depend on him and you already want him that way, he is in control of the situation, so he can relax with you and be calm, vent to you about their annoyances from work and pampering you for simply existing.

In a nustrel, definitely it's something that drive Vox crazy, in a good way.

[noteriii]

Hello there ^-^ I hope you're doing well. I saw your requests are open, so I wanted to request headcanons for Loid Forger x soft female s/o, please, if that inspires you :)♡

(I know Yor is technically "soft" too, but, here the reader doesn't have that kind of strength nor has a personality where she could handle the type of work Yor does or anything like that. Just a very soft gentle reader, please) and thank you 🌸

oh.. loid with a soft! reader would be so cute.. i picture this to be where you're his stand-in wife. he thinks this is all for a mission but he can't help but feel..

he gets so flustered around you. he knows this partnership is just for convenience, but having you around the apartment going about your day? god, does it do something to poor mr. forger.

once you move in, he feels like the house is warmer- more friendly. loid would never admit it to anyone, but he liked it better having you moved in. your room was so cutely decorated and the scented candles you put on every free table somehow reminded him of a home he had tried to block out.

he can't help but have a smile on his face when he comes home after a long day, hanging his coat up as he smells whatever you cooked for dinner that night (with anya's help, of course). he finds it endearing that even if this was all just some awkward circumstance, you do still really play the housewife role well.

you try to plan "family" activities. whether it's just a small trip to the park for anya and bond to run around, or a treat at the bakery (your personal fav), the forger family will almost always be out and about on the weekends.

anya absolutely adores you. she loves how you cook and how you do everything in your ability to make her and her papa happy. she loves when you include her in conversations and play along when loid wont.

loid finds you incredibly endearing. he is not used to being on the receiving side of someone so gentle and affectionate. at first, he thought he might've embarrassed himself with how warm his face got when you had first made him a cup of tea after his shower so that he could settle down after a long day. he's so used to being the protector, the one in control, so when you're so naturally soft and considerate with him- it catches him off guard. he might try to hide it, but the small lift of his lips and pink tint on his face will always give him away.

he sort of short circuits when you compliment him? like i said before, he's too cool and collected. too nonchalant. so, when you call his bed head cute one morning, he kind of just stands there confused. its not like he was trying to woo you or anything there. he wasn't doing anything particularly specific- and you called him cute? he was not, and still not, used to the random compliments. he has gotten better at recovering from, though.

he's a lot more attentive with you. while loid is already a caring person, being around someone so soft and loving would make him even more attentive. he would start paying attention to the smallest details about you — the way you laugh, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, or the way you curl up with your favorite blanket. he’d take note of these things and try to replicate them in sweet ways when he’s around.

he secretly loves attention. you can't prove me wrong. loid is very good at hiding his emotions, but when you do something cute — like cuddling up with him for movie night or showing him how excited you are over a new book — he can’t help but feel a warmth in his heart. he might not always show it, but it makes him feel content in a way he’s not used to. when you ask for his opinion on something small, he secretly enjoys that feeling of being needed, but in a gentle way.

he is such a sucker for you. you bring out the softer side of loid that very few people get to see. despite his stern spy demeanor, he’s incredibly protective of you. if you're feeling sick or down, loid will drop everything to take care of you, even if it means he has to adjust his mission schedule. he might not show it outright, but his actions will speak volumes, whether it's making you tea or tucking you into bed when you're not feeling well.

loid would take his time with you, iykyk. despite his best judgements, he finds himself taking you out on dates and thinking of you as his wife rather than just a roommate- a friend. he finds everything about you so..cute.. sometimes he thinks he wants to squish your face in his palms.. yk, like you would a baby? the cute aggression gets to him and sometimes it catches anya off guard.

[mypoisonedvine]

tommy with a housewife kink, please??? I love your writing so much!!!

me? writing FLUFF??? inconceivable. ... still made it horny tho

warnings: SMUT 18+ only, fingering, housewife kink (duh), messy kitchen shenanigans

You'd almost forgotten about the weight of his stare on you, you were so focused on your work. Rolling out the dough as evenly as possible, you wiped a bit of sweat off your brow with the back of your hand-- since your fingers were still covered in flour.

"I think I could watch you do this forever," Tommy said suddenly, breaking you out of your concentration, and you laughed self-consciously through your nose when you saw the proud smirk on his full lips.

"What, baking?"

"That too," he said as he got up from the chair and walked closer to you. "But I meant all of it-- cooking, cleaning, homemaking..."

He smiled wider as he reached for you and rubbed your arms soothingly as you took a moment to relax during all the work of baking.

"Just generally doing all the things you do to be Mrs. Shelby," he added, making you bite your lip and blink up at him.

"How about you help your wife then, Mr. Shelby?" you suggested just before he tilted your chin back and gave you a slow, soft kiss.

You'd forgotten the question already when he answered it, a gentle mumble against your lips: "Alright."

Pulling back, he turned to the amorphous shape of rolled-out dough on the counter, beginning to roll up his sleeves.

"How can I help, then?" he asked.

"Well, maybe you could help me spread the butter?" you offered.

"I think I can manage that," he announced smugly-- but he ended up giving in less than ten minutes later, groaning as he stepped back from the counter. "I'm not much good at this," he noticed with a frown.

"No, Tommy, you're doing great," you promised, "I like having the help..."

"But look how pretty yours are," he laughed, "and look at mine. Fucked up little things--"

"Tommy, they look fine," you insisted, but you were laughing too-- and yes, the rolls he'd made were... less uniform than yours... and more than a bit lopsided. But you just appreciated that he was trying!

"I think I have other talents to help my wife," he decided as he wiped his hands; and before you could ask what he meant, he stepped up behind you while you were still working, holding your waist as he started to kiss your neck. You hummed and shut your eyes. "Like helping her relax when she works so hard..."

"Tommy," you gasped as his hands started to lift your dress and apron, "at least let me put these in the oven first..."

"Shh, you can keep going," he offered, reaching under the layers of fabric to pet your legs with a low purr, "I just need to touch you-- just need to make Mrs. Shelby feel good, can I do that?"

You whimpered as his hand slipped around in front of your hips, cupping you where you needed him most.

"Think it's my right, isn't it?" he continued, reaching into your panties to carefully rub your clit; your thighs clenched together, and you accidentally almost squished the roll in your hand as it flexed into a sudden fist. "Think it's my responsibility, no? Shouldn't a husband pleasure his wife?"

"You do," you hummed, "oh, Tommy-- you do, you make me feel so good..."

He slipped two fingers inside you suddenly, making you reach back with a little yelp of joy to grab instinctively at Tommy's shirt-- only to let go when you remembered your hands were covered in flour and butter. "O-oh, dear-- let me wash that before it stains--"

"Shh," he cooed, grinning as he shook his head while he buried it in the crook of your neck. "Doesn't matter, love-- you need to stop worrying so much."

But you knew just as well as he did that he adored the way you worried-- the way you took care of everything, most of all him. So, even though the back of your mind raced with all your wifely anxieties about getting these rolls in the oven and washing his shirt and all the other chores that needed to be done tonight, you relaxed back into Tommy's arms with a sigh, deciding to let your husband take care of you in return.

[dumbbitchgalore]

Imagine Ur gonna really have to hear me out..

Blue collar price w housewife s/o or trad wife idk man.. but like also micro

Please ignore this if this doesn’t make sense 😭

bluecollar!Price x pathetic!Price

Such a good combo because you would never think that such a burly, masculine energy oozing to have such a teeny tiny cock! And it is such a welcoming surprise!!

When you two first started to get intimate, you were worried about his size, scared that it would be too big, that it would be uncomfortable and potentially be a turn off.

But what threw you off ws John's nervousness and when he hesitantly pulls his boxers down and you see his tiny chubby cock, you're in absolute awe of it! Much to John's surprise, you without a doubt worship it without much prompting from John and it only gets better after marriage.

A blowjob here and there, on the couch, bed, in the patio, literally everywhere because it is so so convenient! Oh and don't get me started on humping him.

It's all very surreal to John, having someone love every part of him so selflessly fills him with immense love and adoration for you.

You look at him with your big doe eyes so you soft suckle on his cock, slobbering all over them and making sure not to forget his heavy balls too.

We love John Price and his tiny cock!!

[slashv1xen]

dating bo sinclair head cannons - fluff

these are only SFW, i don’t write NSFW sorry 💗

he is DEFINITELY a show off, he will do anything to hear praise (he also definitely has mommy issues). and when he does? oh boy he’ll do either 1 of 2 things:

he smirks and says some teasing line, but the tips of his ears would be red and he would be thinking about that little praise CONSTANTLY (though he’ll never admit that)

if he’s in an emotional/vulnerable state (ex. he’s having a breakdown and you soothe him) he’ll probably either start crying or cry harder. (this is due to the awful treatment his mother gave him, plz give him the love he deserves)

his type is either an extremely feminine bimbo OR someone who is grunge/alt (if you’re grunge/alt, the two of you will listen to old rock/metal CD’s)

following off the last one, bo would definitely listen to nine inch nails/deftones/type o negative, that kinda music. and if you like that type of music he would take the CD’s from his victims so the two of you could listen to them together

on the other end of the spectrum, if you were a bimbo he would teasingly make fun of your naivety and stupidity (only him, we all know what happens if someone else made fun of you, especially if they were passerbys in the town)

he would stare at you with a soft smile on his face as he admired you getting ready (brushing your hair, putting on makeup, brushing teeth etc).

he is traditional and old-fashioned, he expects you to take on housewife duties while he works kills

as often he’s portrayed as “constantly grumpy and cruel” (which isn’t much of a shocker) i think that he has a soft side (possibly the softest of the sinclair brothers), although he has an extremely strong exterior (he’s also the definition of toxic masculinity, thanks trudy) so it is very difficult to see the softer side of him

he loves cats and you can’t tell me otherwise (ex. if you asked him for a pet cat he would say something like “there’s enough things to take of ‘n this house ‘nd you want a damn cat?” but he would return from work luring victims with a small kitten (probably a ragdoll or a york chocolate) and a small grin on his face)

he’s HEAVY on pet names, such as darlin’, baby, sweetheart, etc.

[r0-boat]

What if Larry had a housewife S/O who made really nice bento-style lunches for him??

Larry with the housewife that makes him lunch.

Sfw larry headcannons

Larry x fem!reader.

The fastest way to his heart, not going to lie. The first time you made him lunch, he was a little surprised that you went through all the trouble to make him something, but honestly, he doesn't mind. It beats starving until going to the Eatery. Especially because today had been extra hard on him, he would want nothing more than to see what you've made.

With the Box sitting in front of him do you remember is vaguely that you told him that you weren't the best cook Larry wasn't exactly a picky eater but he did wonder what kind of food you packed in this box maybe simple sandwiches? Bento boxes are a hot thing in Johto and Sinnoh, So perhaps a meal from those regions? Larry couldn't hardly wait anymore neither can his stomach just thinking about the kind of food you pack for him was making him hungry. Has he opened the box his mouth open slightly blinking twice not the best cook of his ass... this look like it took hours to make!

That rice with seaweed has a Starly's face on it?? With sandwiches with juicy chicken breaded that looked like it was cooked to perfection nice and golden brown with Crispy lettuce and melted the bun was toasted. With would you look at that not only you recreated his favorite meal to order at the Eatery but by the smell it looked like it had some kind of filling... boy he can't eat this he just feel bad ruining such artwork no matter how hungry he was.

"Oh Shit." He heard a familiar voice as Rika just so happened to pass by stealing a glance at her coworkers lunch. Stopping dead in her tracks before pulling up a chair to bother him during his lunch. Larry was one of the most disinteresting normal routinely person she knew. If something changed about Larry's everyday life even if it was minor. Something must have happened, and Rika was ready to know every single juicy detail she might have missed. And it didn't stop at just her soon enough she called Hassle over as soon as her brain clicked that Larry might have a special someone, then Geeta seeing her co-workers gathered around their financial advisor wanted to know what was up, when Rika whispered the news the Top Champion had to cover her mouth to hide her big smile. Then Poppy who was with Geeta was already asking a million questions about this Secret love interest.

Poor Larry who just wanted to he does lunch already felt a migraine coming... why was everybody so interested in what he was doing outside of work? He just saw Hassel get up to grab a tissue to wipe his tears?? As his coworkers watched as Larry opens up another half of the Box a note slips out from the bento.

When he opens the note Rika leaned over his shoulder to read. It was just a small piece of paper telling him to have a good day and that you loved him and to please enjoy all the hard work she made only for him. Larry closed the paper almost as soon as he opened it a slight blush appearing on his face which was the most emotion Rita has ever seen him with. The receptionist smirked "Oh? How sweet~ Gonna bring her here one day and have us meet her, yeah?"

After the crowd of his gawking finally left him alone too enjoy his lunch. He let out a sigh as he thoroughly enjoys every bite of your delicious cooking with a small smile. Larry was truly in love not only taking time out of your day to prepare something like this for him but how talented you were at cooking. Regrettably, he hadn't taken a photo of the cute neatly packed bento box before he started digging in, which he'll make sure not to forget in the future.

When he returns home from work, the first thing he does is thank you for the food and kisses you. (If he hasn't done that already)

Larry does hope you continue making delicious lunches for him though he would never Force you or tell you especially because you put so much love and work into each box you make for him.

If Larry was a good cook he would make dinner for you but he'll just stick to taking you out to places that you like has proper thank you then whatever Bland, tasteless food he makes.

[merakiui]

Oh Mera, what have you done to me? Since the beginning of 2024 I have been reading your works on AO3. And a few months ago I discoverd your Tumblr account... Now I'm addicted to your writing and I'm craving more and more of it!

Also, imagine Jade in a 1950s setting. You would be his perfect little house wife who thoughd she married a loving and caring man but in reality he is a sadisdic and obsessive beast. She wants to get out of this terribale marriage but nobody would help her because sociaty things it is her duty to please her husband in any way! Noncon would also be completly legal in this time period.

(I hope my english isn't too bad. It isn't my first language)

:O uuuwaa omg thank you so much for enjoying my writing!!! I’m happy you can enjoy the fics on ao3 and the writing here~~ <3 also, your English is very good!!! :D

AND OMG??!?!?!??! 1950s housewife concept with Jade……. oh, that’s absolutely scrumptious!!!! He’s such a gentleman! He charmed you the moment you met him and he proceeded to court you so sweetly, so patiently, a chaste romance to cover up the horrors lurking just beneath. :) he comes from a well-off family, but you insist it was never his money that enticed you. It was his pleasant laughter, his gentle smile, the tender way with which he would offer his arm to you. His family just adored you! So not only would you be getting an amazing husband, but you’d also be marrying into a loving family. All your dreams would be real. You’d make your own family proud by marrying well, maybe having a few children, keeping house while Jade went off and worked each day. It would be such a delightful house, too. All the laundry is done and ironed, every meal is cooked with love, the children are looked after and cherished… it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

After the first year, once all of the sweetness had worn off and the excitement dulled, you realize this is less and less like a dream and more like a nightmare. Jade has two sides. He’s polite and disarming, always wearing a placid smile that tells you nothing of his real thoughts, perfectly passive-aggressive when he’s cross or particularly petulant. He likes to shock others, and sometimes these shocks are cruel. He’s very good at keeping score, at slyly leading an unsuspecting someone to their own punishment. He’s vindictive like a child sometimes, but no one ever sees that side.

You stand at his side in your best dress, the loyal, pretty wife, and listen to him chat with other men—mostly people associated with his father’s business, the one he’s set to inherit alongside his twin brother—and you have to wonder if they’re really hearing him. Are they just laughing so they can avoid being in his sights? So they won’t become his next plaything. You understand why they take care to avoid that fate.

Your husband is a master of death by a thousand cuts.

Only Jade can cut into you verbally and sprinkle salt disguised as sugar into the open wound. And he’d do it all with a smile.

Admittedly, you don’t want this picture-perfect house with its lovely yard and garden. You don’t want to raise children with him. You don’t want to share a life with him.

But Jade sees how restless you are, how you struggle to reclaim some of your own agency, and perhaps he allows it because it’s entertaining in the moment. Soon enough, he’ll give you reason to settle down. It’s a wife’s job to please her husband, just as it’s a husband’s job to protect and serve his family. He adores you so very much, you see. You’ll protest when he rucks your apron and dress up while you’re preparing lunch, but his hands are on your thighs and he’s lifting you onto the counter and you can’t manage another objection. He was patient and polite enough to listen to you when you insisted you wait a year before having children, but now he’s grown tired of waiting. Wouldn’t it be so lovely to raise a few little ones? It might even fix that silly part of your brain that’s so insistent on getting away from him. :)

You’re so tired.

You sit with your friends, all housewives themselves, and they gawp at you as they listen to your woes. To them, you’re living a dream. Oh, how they wish their husbands lusted after them so much—to want you every single day, in every single way! And how lucky you are to be spoiled with new dresses. How beautiful your home is—a home stained with sin and horror. They tell you all of these feelings of yours will go away once you’re pregnant. It will all “make sense,” they say, like the only happiness they know is popping out babies like some factory.

“Is that love to you?” you ask.

They all laugh. It isn’t mean or rude. But then they also don’t offer an answer to your question.

Eerily enough, it’s Jade who knows you’re pregnant before you do. Like he knows your own body better than you do, as if he’s the skeleton that supports you. And you suspect it when he refuses to bite your stomach or get rough with that area during sex. While you stare up at the ceiling, limp and boneless, a mere toy to satisfy the bottomless hunger of your husband, you wonder how you could ever wrap yourself up in such domestic dreams when the reality is so much more suffocating.

Maybe the scariest part isn’t Jade or what a brainwashed society tells you—how your worth starts and stops at your husband, forever trapped under his shadow. Maybe it’s the fact that, months into pregnancy, you’re starting to believe everything you’re told. When your friends tell you how lucky you are to be so pregnant and glowing beautifully, you smile and giggle like a schoolgirl.

“It’s all thanks to my husband. He takes such good care of me.”

When you cry now, you’re unable to recognize sad tears from joyful tears. Maybe it doesn’t even matter. At the cost of everything you are, you can have the picture-perfect life you’ve dreamed of. Isn’t that wonderful?

[catscidr]

// 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 //

key: ♥︎= nsfw. ┆ ♧= crack. ┆(_)°= from an ask.

⋆.˚ 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

-> flowers blossom beneath the scalpel - a dottore x florist!reader series -> kinktober 2k24 ♥︎

⋆.˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 — 「 原神 」

⋆.˚ alhaitham

-> roomie alhaitham blurbs °

⋆.˚ il dottore

x clingy!reader °

x obedient!reader °

x puppet!reader °

yandere!dottore °

webttore x assistant!reader °

x housewife!reader °

x ghost!reader °

x chronically ill!reader °

unnamed, short dottore comfort fic

yandere!dottore x sick!reader hiding their illness°

modern/office alternate universe

pt 1. - pt.2 ♥︎ - pt. 3

"a productive expedition" °

-> your schoolmate brings you along for an excursion with no ulterior motives whatsoever. none at all

dottore's shaving routine ♧

crow hybrid!dottore

pt. 1 - pt. 2♥︎°

dottore nsfw alphabet ft. his clones ♥︎

biting his s/o °

"aquarium"

-> zandik finds you in places you aren'tor alternatively; zandik thinks about you a little to much for it to be considered normal

"inveterate"

-> in·vet·er·ate /inˈvedərət/ - (of a feeling or habit) long-established and unlikely to change.or alternatively; you run away from Haeresys, have an identity crisis, and get found by the one that tormented you

pranking him ♧

dottore and an insecure s/o ♧

akademiya dottore rambles ♥︎

what's the difference between scotch and whisky anyways ♧

-> Pantalone dismisses you from work early because your beloved is in grave danger. oh no. very grave and serious danger.or alternatively; dottore sounds like a fool when he's drunk.

so, if the harbingers are ranked by strength... ♧

-> you've been with your boyfriend, the famed il dottore, for a while now; you share the same living space, go on casual dates every once in a while when work allows it, and have a decent, though rare, intimate life. you start to wonder why he leaves the warmth of your bed to go to work so early. or alternatively; if... if the harbingers are ranked by strength... then... doesn't that mean... muscles...

⋆.˚ tartaglia

flirty!childe x shy!reader °

"natural remedy" pt. 1 - pt. 2 °

x housewife!reader °

⋆.˚ pantalone

losing his glasses °

⋆.˚ xiao

helping him out of his shell °

⋆.˚ wanderer/scaramouche

has no idea how to compliment you °

⋆.˚ multi.

genshin characters as lethal company players ♧

genshin men as podcast hosts ♧

kabedon with genshin men ♧

harbingers' alcohol tolerance and their drinking habits ♧

⋆.˚ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 — 「 星穹铁道 」

⋆.˚ argenti

x idrila!reader °

⋆.˚ jing yuan

morning sex w afab!reader ♥︎°

⋆.˚ veritas ratio

prof! ratio & gn!uni student!reader blurbs °

⋆.˚ multi.

taking care of your dogboy (blade, gepard, boothill) ♥︎

⋆.˚ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 — 「 呪術廻戦 」

⋆.˚ satoru g.

nothing yet...

⋆.˚ suguru g.

comforting you through birth control side effects

⋆.˚ fushiguro t.

nothing yet...

⋆.˚ ryōmen s.

nothing yet...

⋆.˚ kamo c.

nothing yet...

[monkiesimp]

Hi can I request a macaque wukong x fem Neko reader

Reader is a baker and she loves to bake and she’s housewife material i just wanna see the reaction of them to see there s/o so sweet that she would do nice things to them

MACAQUE

• You went to visit his dojo where he apparently lived for the first time and oh man, does he even clean up?

• Anytime you'd visit you'll just get distracted by the place and start cleaning up, Macaque didn't really like it because he didn't think it was that important, plus he didn't want you doing his work he ignored.

• Macaque mostly spent his time wandering around, he wasn't home that often and he didn't know why cleaning was so important.

• After that, he would make sure to clean the house up himself before you came so you two could ACTUALLY spend time together without you getting distracted.

• When he saw you cooking for the first time, he took one small bite without you noticing and... Oh, wow. It was actually so good.

• This man eats nothing but noodles, just buying anything he can afford, he didn't try any other stuff but once he tried your cooking it was like a whole new world opened to him...

• Nonetheless he'd still be poor to afford anything.

• So he just stole all the goodies you made and portaled away somewhere, still in your house but out of your view.

• He didn't do much when he heard your grumbling from afar, probably realizing he took everything away.

• You were definitely pissed and scolded him afterwards for it.

• Since noticing he doesn't eat anything much but some simple stuff, you began gifting him food you made sometimes, you didn't mind sharing.

• Macaque never said it but he definitely loved anything you'd make, you were very good at cooking.

• He was starting to become very flirtatious towards you, often being close and coming in behind you while you were baking, placing his hands on your hips and whispering words into your ear that would make you shudder.

• You knew he was just messing with you, but geez.

• He enjoys the little reactions he drives out of you very much, also the way your cheeks and ears flush red when you get flustered.

• Oh, he's definitely going to have a lot of fun with you.

WUKONG

• When he saw you with Mk, he saw you as a friend but he wasn't too interested in you. At first, anyway.

• But after knowing you cook, which his own protege told him, he was a little interested...

• He can't cook himself, he burned down the entire kitchen when he tried. All he eats is his own hair and peaches, so why doesn't he try to learn from you? Yeah! That would work!

• ...

• He accidentally burned down your house.

• So, that didn't go very well and you're definitely never teaching him to cook again.

• Your house wasn't completely destroyed, luckily, just needed a little repairing. Wukong felt very guilty so he invited you to stay with him for the meantime, as to which you agreed to. What else could you do?

• You had lots of fun at his mountain, tons of it! You played with the monkeys, petting them and they loved you. You gave a few of them names, the ones who stuck with you the most.

• But it bothered you greatly the fact that you could eat nothing besides peaches... Not that you didn't like peaches, but you can't go every single day eating just one fruit and nothing else.

• And you definitely WERE NOT going to eat his food made out of hair.

• So you decided to bring some ingredients from your home to his mountain (Which Wukong helped by with flying you there ofc) to make something.

• You made a peach cake, and offered Wukong to try one too.

• When Wukong tried it he was in love, he never tasted anything so heavenly in his life before.

• He nearly ate all the cake, well, more than half of it, he really liked it.

• You were honestly quite concerned by how fast he was eating, he looked like he was going to choke on it. He did, just once.

• Since your appetite was small you weren't bothered by it.

• When you had nothing to do you'd usually clean his home when Wukong was away.

• About a few days later, your home was back to it's normal stare and you could go back! Yay!

• Of course, you grew attached to Wukong so you'd still visit his mountain from time to time, bringing him food. Poor guy eats nothing but peaches and his own hair, he needs to try something new.

[bunny-jpeg]

kink-o-ween - day twenty

lance stroll - brat

cw: smut/pwp, brat taming, brat tamer!lance, brat!reader, dom/sub, punishments, spanking, dirty talk, mean!lance, kitchen sex

kink-o-ween masterlist <3

"you've been a bad girl." lance's words curled into your brain. it made you feel hot all over. how could you not feel the heat? because when you were a bad girl, you got the punishments that you craved, "honey." he said after the montreal grand prix, "i'm going to enjoy taking you apart tonight."

you bloomed under his stern gaze. everyone knew him as a pretty boy. but, when you two were alone and you got under his skin just right. you saw a totally different side of him. the brat tamer

his place in montreal was where you lived most of the year while in university. lance expected for you to keep it clean. so imagine his surprise when he returned from the grand prix and found his apartment in a bit of a mess.

so after the first round of spankings. his heavy hand up against your achy ass, leaving it a bright shade of bruising. he made you clean up in just your panties. pick up the laundry, vacuum the floors, put away the dishes and even wash them.

lance waited by the couch, hard in his jeans as he admired you. you were living in his home, rent free. he made sure you were taken care of while he was racing around the globe. he watched your breasts jiggle with each of your movemennts. you almost looked like a housewife. that made lance twitch in his jeans.

"missed a spot." he said.

you looked aty him then to the mop. you muttered something under your breath that made your love perk up.

he asked, "what did you say?"

"nothing." you replied as you continued to mop the floors.

lace got up and crossed over to you on the wet floor. he grabbed you from behind and said. "oh no, honey. i think you said something." he groped your bare beasts, he even gave your nipples a hard tug.

you whined, "fuck, lance." then whined louder because he rubbed himself up against you. he then got you over to the kitchen island. there were now footprints all over the freshly washed floors.

lance slapped his hand across your ass, "you're a brat. you know that right? i take care of you all the time and you give me attitude?"

"fuck." you gasped as your panties were yanked down past your hips. your achy cunt was exposed to him. the wetness clung to your pussy lips. you enjoyed this. of course you were. you were a dumb little slut.

'you're such a brat." he said, "a huge brat. but you love it. you love being a stupid slut for me. no amount of education is going to fix that."

your ass was smacked raw, for sure bruised come morning. not that lance cared, too bad you won't be able to sit when you visited friends in the afternoon. hopefully you'll be finally good for him.

"are you sorry?" he asked. his voice was low and twisted your stomach into knots. there was such a mean streak to him. and the deepest parts of you yearned for it. for your mean lance.

you nodded and before you could form words, you heard the buckle of his belt. and before you could form a different sentence, he was pushing his cock into your quickly. he gave you little time to adjust to the size.

your back arched as you tried to find some support on the counter. but found none. your cheeks against the granite countertop. you almost yelled when he started to fuck your needy cunt. you liked it, you liked acting out and the consequences.

"this is so much better, don't you think? that you can take me so well with little prep. made perfect for me and only me. from your head down to your toes. you are mine." his pace was bruising. he loved you deeply, especially when you became his stupid little slut. when you acted out, it only gave him fuel to put you back in your place.

you whined.

he continued, "you're such a stupid little slut." which made you moan louder, his words were venom and it paralyzed you from fighting back. he pulled your head back from the counter and pressed a searing kiss against your lips.

he had you in a painful position as he fucked your poor pussy. no matter how much you squirmed or whined, he didn't let up. you gasped when he groped your bruised ass tightly. he was making such a mess out of you all over the expensive counter.

"if i need to spank you every day, i will. i'll leave your ass bruised and your pussy full." he said almost like a promise. if you were going to be a brat, then he'd simply treat you like a dog that needed to be trained. maybe he'd even throw a collar in.

you loved his words. it was commanding in a way that left your knees shaken. your could feel the pleasure of it all the way down to your core.

no one made you feel like that. not so sexually shaken that you almost came right on the spot. you whined to your lover, "lance." everything fel like as sexual blue as your body craved more of it. more of the bruising affection lance gave you.

it left you pathetic, letting lance run his mouth and it felt like you were on another planet. he pressed against you perfectly, hit all the right spots as you felt the drum of excitement course through you.

"please, lance." you near begged.

"my stupid brat. you're always try to get the upper hand but you never will. you'll always have to be a good girl for me." he pressed further into you further and made your back arch, "because i pay for everything, don't i? from the apartment to your schooling to your vast collection of toys to keep you busy while i'm away."

you didn't have a response. you knew he was true. you barely contributed, maybe lance was right to punish your bratty behavior. your bruised ass, your debauched pose over the counter, your slick cunt. you had potential to be the perfect woman for him. your ass jiggled as he continued to fuck you with heavy thrusts that bruised your hips against the counter. he was trying to fuck the brattiness out of you. to make you perfect for him.

"ah, fuck, lance!" this was the taming of the brat in lance's eyes as he continued to fuck you. you apologized so pretty.

he groaned as he helf onto you tightly, bouncing you on his thick cock. the kind of cock that made you mouth water at the sight of. you were at his mercy.

"fuck, this is what i like to hear, you could so sorry. you know how to behave. i want a good girl. not a massive brat." he was met with your sweet moans which only spurred him on further to fuck you up against the counter.

you arched your back a little and gripped onto nothing for some kind of leverage while your sweaty breasts stuck to the countertop. you whined, "lance, fuck, it feels so good!"

he kissed the back of your neck which made you shudder. your nipples grew hard and your pussy clenched. it didn't stop, the pleasure rocked your world. your noises became louder and more pathetic. your panted were animalistic. you were hanging on by a thread.

"that's it, honey." he groaned. the thrusts were uneven. his pace was erratic and fucked the breath out of you.

you soon came around his cock, your mouth hung open as he felt the crash of pleasure through your body. you tensed up and then relaxed. tour sweaty skin pressed against the counter as lance fucked you harder. he slammed his entire length into your as he finished. his pulse jumped as he came up against your softest parts.

lance stopped his movement, but kept his cock snug inside of you. he grabbed at your bruised ass and kissed your neck. between the heavy pants he asked, "are you going to behave from now on? be the good girl i know you can be."

you nodded dumbly, his words didn't fully register. whatever lance wanted, he got. you swallowed and raised your head from the counter. and lance patted your heated cheek.

-

the followed week, lance was at the track early. he was surprised to hear your voice when you called his name. when he looked over, he was in a bit of shock. there you were in a t-shirt that showed off more than lance wanted you to show off, and a skirt that was painfully short. your lips were glossed to perfection. and as lance looked at you for a moment longer, he wondered, would your mascara run if he choked you on his cock? <3

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hello, first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! I hope you had a happy birthday today !

I recently read your recent fic (The Sun eats the Moon) and the writting was amazing. But I have some question in my mind like :

"After that maybe 'Reader' could take contraception in secret, no ?"

"Is she (or they) gonna end up married to him, and forced to be a housewife or just following him where he goes ?" honestly I think her destiny is tragic no matter the result.

"How did he react to her disappearance, did he tried to find her (honestly my question was why he didn't ask her parents or search where did she goes, but honestly its a good thing that he didn't search) ? And during 10 years, how was to him ?" Maybe the only thing we can say "good" about him is he will only looking toward her and not any women after THAT day...?

And last question, I was wondering what will happen to them after THAT day like I know fr that in the media there will be news, but honestly I think the conclusion is well writting, the fact you first introduce the concept about the Moon and conclued with the detailed about the Moon and how tragic the ending is for them (Moon and 'Reader'). And if you are going to a Geto's it's will also be interesting because he was there to.

Sorry for the long message (eng isn't my first language) and thanks you to read that ! Have a nice day or night !

Thank you!!!!!!All great great great questions! I'll try to answer them as best as I can before giving tooo much away lol:

Why cant Ms.Moon take contraception?

yes Ms.Moon (that's my nickname for the mc now lol) could definitely try to take contraception in secret but I don't think it'll be a good ending if Gojo finds out. In the comments of the fic, many ppl were pointing out that Gojo was intentionally trying to get Ms. Moon pregnant back when they were "dating" buuuut it was sort of an afterthought for him. His logic was 'oh well it doesn't matter either way. you're staying with me regardless' but now that he's seen that Ms.Moon is 100% willing to leave him his next course of action is 'k well can't do that if you have a kid'. It's really not about Ms.Moon having a baby, rather it's insurance that bestie won't just dip again. He cares about you more than any kid you'd make together (awww thats so....sweet???)

Will Gojo force Ms.Moon to get married?

Probably, he's a romantic at heart teehee. But also he loves the attention. Part of the reason he was so effective in "keeping" Ms.Moon (in high school) was largely due to public pressure. Now, where he's basically a celebrity, his obsession with the spotlight has only increased. He's gonna be on talk shows and never shy about your relationship to the press. Gojo will definitely describe your relationship as 'newly reunited highschool sweethearts'. People at work will definitely bombard you for the details, and you were never one to be defiant so you'd probably just mutely agree with him (that's why he loves you so much: you're so agreeable). He'd make sure your wedding is the biggest celebration of the year. And then he'd drag you to Aruba or something for yalls honeymoon:)

Why didn't Gojo try to find Ms. Moon?

He did! When you dipped (graduated early and left for college) he went ballistic. I totally forgot to add this in, but Gojo is a huge reason why Ms.Moon doesn't talk to family anymore/anyone in that town. You didn't even tell your parents what college you were headed off to. I bet Gojo harrassed your family for a bit, because he's Gojo Satoru, but when it's clear you just disappeared I bet he was depressed. As terrible as he was, he did love you. It was also a pride thing for him. No one's ever 'won' against him, and you technically did. He'd greatly underestimated you and you got away. I bet he'd be a little impressed at that. I think in the fic it was greatly implied that he was searching for you buuuut eventually he forgot because he got so busy with his life. He still thought about you, but its was probably more along the lines of 'damn, can't believe i lost that bitch' And then you unceremoniously fell from the sky. Surprising, but he's grateful. It was fate to meet you again or was it? *cackles in omniscient author*

The Aftermath

Yeah, you're not living a normal life after that ever again. You're moving in with him, he's getting that marriage certificate ready bye bye freedom. I don't think he'd lock you up, buuuut having a security detail on you at all times, putting a tracker in your phone, and constantly calling/texting you is pretty close to life in prison right? EVENTUALLY, he'd limit your social network, then not-so-gently encourage you to quit your job. By the end of it, you'll be his little housewife but I think he'd be nice about it. (kind of)

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Saved Multicharacter JJK Fics 2

SFW

How They Take Care Of You When You're Sick-Gojo, Geto, Nanami

When Your Baby-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Nanami, Geto)

When You Fall Asleep Waiting For Their Return-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuta, Yuji)

When You Say "Let's Make Out"-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta)

When You Slap His Ass-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta)

How They Grieve After Losing You-Gojo, Nanami

NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENED

When He Meets His Future Kids With You-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Inumaki)

When You Wipe Off His Kiss-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta)

Oh God! It's Walking?! (Baby's First Steps)-Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna

How Neglectful-Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Geto, Yuji, Megumi (SMAU)

'We' Broke The Microwave-Itafushi, no reader

Incorrect Quotes

Hurt/Near Death Reader-Gojo, Megumi

Random Things They Do-Gojo , Geto , yuji , megumi , inumaki

What Is Y/n For You?-Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Megumi, Inumaki, Choso, Suguru and Sukuna

Strawberry Scented Kisses-Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojō, Chōsō Kamo

S/O Who's In A Coma- Gojo, Megumi, Yuji

Foreign Reader- Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

Sleeping On Them- Gojo, Yuta, Geto, Yuji, Megumi

How They Love You-Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji

How They Show Their Love For You

Moments With Your Pregnant Belly- Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

NSFW

Random SatoSugu (No Reader)

Loving You Right-Toji, Choso

You're Too Tight-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Drink Me-Gojo, Choso

Punishing Gojo using Geto

Geto and Gojo Getting Pegged

Big Dick Energy-Gojo, Toji, Choso

The Pornstar Dream-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Big Boys-Toji, Nanami

Bred By Dawn-Toji, Choso

That's So Unprofessional-Gojo, Toji

I Love When You Get Freaky On Camera-Gojo, Toji

As Pervy Mall Santas-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Too Sweet-Gojo, Toji, Choso

He Moans Like Such A Slut-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Whisper Game (Lightly NSFW)-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Quad Relationship with Gojo, Geto, & Choso

Crown Jewels-Toji, Choso

Throuple With SatoSugu

Who Fucks You Better (Toji and Gojo) Part 1, Part 2

Roommates Series Masterlist-Satoru, Suguru, & Toji

-Triple Penetration

-Fooling Around In The Car

-Mind Break

No Nut November-Nanami, Sukuna, Choso

Public Sex-Gojo, Toji, Geto, Nanami

How They Go Down On You-Toji, Choso

Daddy-Nanami, Geto, Toji

Aftercare-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Nanami, Geto)

Twenty Four Seven-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Cockwarming Them-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Three's a Crowd-Professors Satoru & Suguru

Just the Tip-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

Monster Cocks-Incubus Satoru & Suguru and Vampire Toji & Shiu

Who's Your Daddy?-Gojo, Toji

Sukuna/Toji/Gojo/Geto foursome

Double Teaming You-Toji & Shiu, Suguru & Satoru

Being Your Bullies-Geto & Gojo

Taking Turns With You-Geto & Gojo

SMAU Sending nudes-Gojo, Geto, Nanami and Yuki

Breeding, The Solution To Jealousy-Gojo, Toji

Just The Tip, Baby-Gojo, Toji

Do It Right-SatoSugu

Threesome-SatoSugu

P Power-Satoru & Suguru

She Can't Come To The Phone Right Now-Gojo, Geto, Sukuna

Your Top Lifts While You Sleep-Gojo, Choso

Are the JJK men into their nipples being played with?-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Nanami)

Which Of Them Whimper-Gojo, Choso, Yuta

Oh! So You're Into Older Men?-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami)

First Time Hitting It Raw-Gojo, Toji

The Perfect Little Housewife-Poly SatoSugu

Rate My Professor-Gojo & Geto

Thrill(h)er-SatoSugu x Reader

Step Dad!Gojo & Geto

Sending Voicemails While Jerking Off-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Yuta, Geto)

Prettiest When Overstimmed-Gojo, Geto, Yuta, Megumi, Inumaki

Finding Your Spot-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami, Yuta)

Sending Videos While Masturbating-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Megumi, Yuta)

Overstim Kink-Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Nanami

See Their Cum Spilling Out-Gojo, Toji (MANY others)

Quiet In Class, Please-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto, Sukuna)

When You Have Make Up Sex-Gojo, Toji, Nanami

Honeymoon Sex-Gojo, Geto

What Gets Them Hard-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Soft Doms-Gojo, Toji, Nanami

Thinking About...

How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0-Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Itadori, Megumi

Breathless-Gojo, Toji, Yuji, Yuta

Date Night-Gojo, Toji

Think I Need Someone Older-(professor) Toji, Nanami, Geto

Passing Out In The Middle Of Sex-Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso

JJK Characters Fav Positions (SFW and NSFW)

Birthday Girl-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami)

It's Raining Milk- Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami, Sukuna)

Pervy Things They Do-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)