#rossithepixie

[suguwu]

This is actually the specific plush i’m looking at getting of him. The company also makes a version where he’s winking but i prefer both his eyes open

Here’s the link if you wanna get him yourself (amazon links look weird just let me know if it doesn’t work)

ohhhh i love him the detail is beautiful!! he's so cute and also so pretty! you should definitely get him!! i am once again sorely tempted...many things to consider! thank you so much for sharing!!!

[seiwas]

From one Gojo lover to another what is something attractive he does?

runs hand through his hair and it always falls perfectly no matter what; even when it looks messy it looks good and it's unfair. also the type to walk in front of you but hold your hand from behind sdhjbhdshbjsdghjsdghj esp in crowded places

LET'S PLAY!! send me a character & i'll tell you smth attractive they do!

[bastardblvd]

On actual grimetown business I propose scary and unethical dentist Mahito. It’s horrible and i can picture it clearly

I’M GONNA YELL… mahito was my first choice when @cyancherub and i were talking abt the grimetown dentistry… he just looks like someone that would be particularly obsessive about your teeth. don’t ask what he does with them after extractions, you don’t wanna know.

[threnodians]

11 and 18 for you and kaeya?

rossi 🥺 💕 thank you for the asks!!! 💗

✨ selfship ask game ✨

11 – calling each other by their names, plain and simple, or calling each other really flowery pet names?

for kaeya and i it depends on the situation; usually in public we keep the pda to a minimum so we’ll only use our names to address each other, but in private he and i often try to outdo the other in coming up with the most ridiculous flowery petnames!

18 – cuddle in bed or need their space to sleep?

once again, it depends, this time on our mood; sometimes i’m having a day where physical touch is uncomfortable and stresses me out, other times i am super clingy! same goes for kaeya, some days he just isn’t feeling very touchy and so i give him space. overall though we usually tend to just snuggle together in bed; he’s usually the big spoon because he likes to wrap his arms around me.

[death-threats]

Hey, @rossithepixie, you have a message!

From: NANAMI KENTO (1)

I promise he's a lot more excited to talk to you than he looks. ^^

He wasn't really looking for a date but when I told him about your interests, he was beginning to change his mind. Nanami thinks it's really cute that you go out of your way to help animals. He appreciates the way you care for creatures that need a hand and he finds that to be a very admirable trait! He'd love to go camping with you one of these days so you could enjoy the woods and maybe even see some wildlife.

Don't worry about being around any super loud music, either. He'd much rather listen to something quiet and soothing with you while you do your crafting and he's catching up on some reading. He may even ask you how to make something one of these days, just so he could create a one of a kind gift for you.

I hope you enjoy your match! ♡

[monkeydlesbian]

Ahhh i was a lil worried bringing up that it was still something i could get into as someone on the genderqueer transmasc side of things. Like oof what if that came across as odd or invasive or rude somehow? But yeah it was really good!

OMG NO not at all!!! honestly i love getting feedback like that bc i really like making things that makes like EVERYONE feel included since sometimes it’s hard for myself to find f/f fics that aren’t like rlly weird abt it if that makes sense 😭😭😭

[rossithepixie]

I actually started this portrait before my last one and I thought i was done with it but ended up working on it quite a bit more. Not sure how i feel about it entirely but I’ve decided I’m done working on it.

[thus-spoke-lo]

If it’s not weird to ask how did you and mr.lo meet? Everytime you talk about the two of you sound really sweet together (for the questions thing)

Not weird at all! We met on Tinder almost 8 years ago. He only had three pictures on his profile: two of himself, and a picture of a koala, so my opening hook was I hoped I wasn't getting catfished by the koala (I thought I was very funny). We talked for about a week or so and then met up for our first date, and that was that! I told him much later that it was the first date I'd been on (and I'd been on many) where I felt like I already knew him--his demeanor put me at ease, and it didn't feel like some weird interrogation when we talked, it just sort of flowed. We met up at like 2 in the afternoon and didn't end up parting ways until after midnight, we were having such a nice time that the time kind of got away from us!

[utahimeow]

Okay i was just gonna shout to the void but i feel like it might be appreciated here. gojo especially as a teen is a pigtail puller. You know those guys who pick on people they have a crush on? I cant be convinced otherwise. He’s lucky he’s so damn cute. The whole “you cryin’?” Thing? Infuriating but somehow charming.

hehdjejdjdnwhdjdbd your hair is just perfect bait for him!! ugh the type who just gives a lil tug as he walks past you n he just laughs at your scolding him because you get so flustered god he’s the worst

it sticks with him when he’s a grown man too even when he’s managed to get you to date him he cannot resist and don’t even get me started on him doing it in bed

[missmugiwara]

Oh gosh early quizzilla was the wild west of fics! Mind altering and not always in a good way but it shaped a huge part of my first experiences with fandom and self shipping! It was an end of an era when they got new owners who came down hard on moderation and made it truly quizzes only. purged out all the fics. Also omg the choose your own adventure fics! I loved those. people got really creative with it.

Oh my goodness! 😆 I completely agree! Well spoken. I was so sad when Quizilla was shutting down the fic, but at least they warned everyone beforehand!

I don't remember too many choose your own adventure fics. What I do remember is some writers made them in quiz style and catered them to be like a romantic story to see who you'd end up with! I always thought WOW that must have taken a lot of work on that person's end!

[seiwas]

Why wouldn’t date megumi?

rossi!!! thank u for sending one in 🥹🫶🏻

i was dreading someone choosing megumi omg i would date him 200% 😭

i think . i wouldn’t date megumi bc i wouldn’t even think that he wanted to date me in the first place 🥲 he keeps it to himself so good i never find out LOL 🤧 if he doesn’t make it obvious enough, i think i’ll even think he hates me 😭 & i would also be very intimidated by the fact that he’s so pretty……….

& on a funnier note… just a lil silly thing… i wouldn’t date him bc he buys pants that r too cropped… am not a fan i’m sorry 🤧…

send me a character and i’ll tell you why i won’t date them!

[bastardblvd]

I pull up to the vet clinic and go inside to tell kakashi i brought the cat i called him about needing neutered. He’s a heavy bastard though so i need his help bringing him in. He rolls his eyes at me but comes outside and when he sees sn unconscious Toji in my backseat he goes. “…that’s not a cat”

And all i reply with is “i’ll pay you double”

“…make it triple and a drink later.”

“Deal.”

And then we haul him inside.

I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO ADD I'M CRYINGJKFDS

[danijaci]

misunderstandings ft. dr ratio

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[yoichist]

I hope it was alright to tag you in my kaveh fic from my writing blog! It basically just expands on the ask game thing you sent before about first meeting him

omg yeah!!! totally okay! i appreciate the tag as a kaveh lover and enthusiast 🫶 thank you for thinking of me ehe

[monkeydlesbian]

Your readerxnami work was really good! Kind of surprised its your first official nsfw work. And while it says implied cis fem reader i still was able to get into as someone somewhere on the genderqueer to transmasc side of things because of how you wrote it so that was cool too. Hope you have a good rest of your day/night

omg this means so much to me thank you so much!! 😭 and i’m happy you were able to enjoy it despite the reader not being geared directly towards more masc individuals!!!!

[strawberrystepmom]

pairing: ghost!gojo satoru x f!reader

word count: 2.8k

about: the bump you’ve been hearing in the night isn’t just your imagination, it’s a friendly ghost. a handsome ghost. a ghost who you've befriended that isn't so sure he wants to share you.

contents: nsfw - mdni. you are enjoying oral sex (f!receiving) from a ghost, voyeurism (he's a creep but reader is into it ♡), vaginal fingering, alcohol consumption, mentions of masturbation, possessiveness leaning on yandere behavior, reader is referred to with feminine terms (pretty girl) and is stated to be wearing a dress.

notes: welcome to thot-o-ween 2023! we are kicking things off with my ghostly boyfriend and im gonna be honest with u guys here, i didn't do extensive research about the ins and outs of ghost sex but he can materialize and harden the parts of him he wants to and let's leave it at that, okay? thank you to @rossithepixie for beta reading this bad boy and i hope you enjoy! happy halloween!

Another unlucky night, you lament upon arriving back to your apartment. Your keys jingle in the door as you turn the lock with your uncomfortable heels dangling from your hand, pushing the door inward and slumping with each step forward. 

Third dates usually end better than this but it seems your last several third dates have ended with nothing satisfying, polite kisses and wishes for a good evening. It’s hard not to internalize the rejection given this is the fourth person it has happened with and you drop your heels with a thud on the hardwood below, padding across the floor and working off your jewelry, contorting your wrist to unclasp your bracelet.

“Back already?”

A sigh and a shake of your head mark that you already know who the voice belongs to despite being unable to witness its owner. Tossing your bracelet down on the coffee table, you slump against the couch with an unimpressed grunt and jump slightly when you look up to see a pair of blue eyes with white hair falling in them staring back at you.

You don’t know why you expected anything less than Satoru being ready to gloat that you’ve returned home empty handed but you hoped for at least a little bit of time to lick your wounds.

“Well hello to you, too,” you snip and he chuckles. The dim overhead light shines through him reminding you that he isn’t quite human, something it’s all too easy to forget given his charming grin and affable nature, and he hops over the top of the couch in a flash and plops down next to you. 

You still aren’t sure how you ended up with a ghost as a freeloading roommate nor how you’re able to not only see but feel and communicate with him but at least he makes good company after your failed attempts at finding love. He’s always there with a silly joke or a goofy smile to make things hurt a little less.

It’s almost embarrassing how easy it has been to find comfort in this specter, a figment of a man left on Earth for reasons you’ll never know, but hey - a friend’s a friend when you’re lonely.

“Not sure what happened this time,” you explain while standing up. He watches your every move, eyes dancing across your chest and trailing down your waist and hips as your dress settles back across them. Taking one look at you, hunger rises within him but he swallows it as you walk to the kitchen and he hears the telltale noise of a corkscrew at work.

He can be as patient as he needs for as long as he needs given his games have worked up until this point. You pour a glass of wine, another sitting next to your full glass, and you furrow your brow.

“Satoru?”

He looks over the couch, eyes narrowing as he sees your relaxed posture and the way you lean against the counter next to you. It has to be the dress, he thinks, that hugs every delicious curve and has made the already thin tether he keeps on his self control further loosen.

“Yeah?”

You smile when he responds, pulling your glass away from your lips. His eyes fall on the lipstick stain left behind and he has to curl his fist in his lap and keep his face neutral to keep his frustration from showing.

“Ghosts don’t eat or drink, right?”

He shrugs, arm dangling over the side of the couch as he watches you slip the glass back into the cupboard above your head. You’re assuming that he isn’t interested in the wine despite how his eyes follow your every move. It isn’t unusual that you feel him watching you, having to draw boundaries on where he is and is not allowed to be several times given how you’ve seen his face after wiping the mirror off post shower, but this feels different. Weighted. Maybe he’s worried about your ego after your failed conquests.

“Not usually, no, but we can make exceptions.”

Raising your eyebrows, you hum at the way he accentuates the last word. Another sip and warmth fills you, wine relaxing your frazzled nerves. You approach the couch again and slip next to him, pulling your knees to your chest with an amused smile.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, looking up at you through his lashes. Sliding your wine onto the table beside you, you consider for a moment what to say next not knowing where your words could possibly lead. He’s harmless, friendly, and a friend.

A little flirtation just to make sure you’re still capable of it couldn’t possibly hurt anything, could it?

“What kind of exceptions do you make when it comes to eating, Satoru?”

You wonder what he was like when he was alive - was he just like this? All jokes and fun and bluster or was he serious, tied down by responsibilities and pain? Was he this handsome even when the light didn’t shine through him, illuminating him in a way that makes you wonder if he isn’t an angel rather than a thing that goes bump in the night?

“Hmm…well. Children, small animals…” he pretends to be thinking, fingers stroking his chin and you laugh raucously at his display. He shakes his head and puts his other hand on your calf, cold fingers sending shivers crawling through the limb. You make a show of shivering but don’t shove him off, instead moving closer.

“Anything else?”

He hums at your question, hand sliding from your calf to your exposed knee. Your dress rides further and further up your thighs and he can almost see the lacy little panties he watched you slip over your legs before leaving. He spent all evening thinking of the way the trimmed hair covering your mound poked through the holes in the lace, pacing the apartment hoping, hoping, hoping that this time would be the time where you took the rejection personally enough to seek him out for comfort.

It seems his plan is working flawlessly and he’s smug, raising his chin and looking down his nose at you just enough that it makes you shutter. You aren’t sure if it’s the wine or maybe that you’re reading too much into the situation, but you watch raptly as his mouth moves.

“Sometimes I eat really pretty girls if the appetite strikes.”

Raising your brows, you lean forward and look up at him. He knows all too well what that look means, unfortunately having to witness you flash it at the few people you’ve managed to bring home over the last ten months of living here, but he can forget about them now that it is pointed at him.

“Oh is that so?”

He nods, hand crawling further up your leg. You wish you could describe the sensation, a cold static, the trace of his touch across your skin, but words fail you as his eyes blaze. The tension is thick and it’s almost puzzling how you ended up here, scooting closer and closer with each second that passes. His hand dances at the hem of your dress, fingers slipping beneath and grazing the soft skin beneath it and he moans.

“How long have you wanted to do that for, I wonder?”

You giggle, ass scooting across the couch to drape your legs over his thighs and hips. The two of you sit across from one another, legs barely spread, and you take a step to spread yours further.

“I think the better question is how long have you wanted me to do it for?”

Raising your brows as his touch creeps further upward, you wonder if you haven’t met your match in the form of the eerily tall specter that lingers over the back of your couch. He makes himself scarce unless he wants to be seen, pounding footsteps and shifting on the shelves hanging on your wall the only trace of him when others are around. 

You stop yourself on that thought and he sees awareness dance across your face, recalling the moments where your last several dates were in the apartment and you had to insist the rustling was the pet cat you do not have fiddling with things in your room or down the hallway.

“Have you been…” the accusation slips past your lips and you can’t stop it, head tipping as he reaches out and cups your face with his free hand, one hand still sliding across the bottom of your panties. His cool fingers are a rush across your heated skin, hotter now than it was a few moments prior, and he nods.

“Yeah, I have been.” He expects you to react more strongly than you are but your mouth remains agape and wordless. “You keep bringing these idiots home and it’s my job to make sure they know you already have everything you need right here.”

He shifts position onto his stomach, his long legs dangling over the arm of the couch as his lips, cool and soft, follow the same pattern his fingers were previously taking. He laces your calf with kisses, licking the curve of your knee and nibbling as he reaches the soft of your inner thigh and you feel your hips buck instinctively. 

You should kick him off of you, disgusted by his antics, but you feel your slick pussy lips rub against one another as you shift where you sit. Those electric eyes are locked on you and he dips his fingers beneath the lace that spurred his frenzy, groaning as he comes into contact with your searing hot warmth and the wetness seeping from your cunt.

“Seems like you aren’t disappointed to hear that,” he taunts, nibbling your soft skin again while working one long digit across your slit. You gasp when the back of his finger brushes against your swollen clit and he chuckles. “You wanna hear what else I’ve been doing since we’re bein’ honest?”

Satoru’s finger traces the same pattern through your slit, finger gliding easily along the sensitive skin and you nod, lip between your teeth. You want to witness exactly what he’s doing to you because the feeling is indescribable - more intense than anything you’ve ever felt. 

“I’ve been watching you,” he withdraws his finger from your panties and you whimper, brow furrowing. Eyes fixed on him, you watch as he pulls the finger into his mouth and hums at the taste. The wet digit is removed from his mouth with a pop and he slides it back into your panties, dipping into your cunt only to make your back arch. 

“Watching you do that,” he nods at your last movement. “With that noisy vibrator. With the showerhead.” He continues, mouth moving closer to your panty covered pussy with each word. “With people who don’t deserve it.”

Another chill runs through you at the insinuation that he has been watching you…everywhere. In the shower, in your bedroom, in the living room with a blanket pulled over your lap for some sense of decorum. Your walls clench around his finger and he finally lowers his face to your pussy, licking a broad stripe over the front of your underwear. 

Tipping your head back, you moan his name and it’s the sweetest sound he has ever heard in life or after it. He licks another strip, tip of his tongue tracing your slit through the lace, and you reach behind you to grasp onto a throw pillow.

“I’ve been waiting for when you’d pick up on it but it seems my pretty girl wanted to believe I’m nothing but a friendly houseguest,” he taunts from between your legs but you are at his mercy enough that you don’t mind the challenge. 

You like the way his eyes shine as they look down at your core, as if he’s found a prize that he has searched many lifetimes for. He has and he holds himself back from making further moves, taking the time to keep you wound up.

“You’re mine now no matter who you bring in here, you know that right?”

You nod, and he tuts from below. You aren’t getting off that easily.

“Say it,” he prompts. “Say you’re mine.”

Untucking your lip from between your teeth, you reach out and try to grab his face but find it’s futile, phasing through him as it drops back down to the couch below. You try again, raising your hand to be met with the same results, and he waits.

“Say it and I’ll let you touch me too.”

You aren’t certain of how that works but he would know more about the delicate relations between a ghost and a human so you acquiesce, nodding while you look at him.

“I’m yours,” you whisper and he wastes no time going back to work, dipping his head back down to your covered cunt and pulling your panties away. He inhales, eyes fluttering shut at the scent of your arousal, and you reach to touch him to find you can merely graze him, fingers dancing along his sharp jawline. It’s enough for now, distracted by how his tongue now dances between your folds.

“Fuck that’s so good,” you whimper and he wraps his lips around your aching clit, your back arching to put all of you in his face. He loves it, surrounded by your thighs and your scent and your beauty, and he hums his pleasure around the bud.

Releasing your clit, he begins to once again lap at you like a man starved, tongue dragging from your bud to your entrance and down lower, the sensation still one you are struggling to name. You’ve been on the receiving end of good oral sex more than once but this physically feels like something you’ve never experienced, cold and hot and spiritual. It’s difficult to describe so you don’t bother, keeping moans spilling from your mouth instead.

Continuing to lave his tongue across the mess he’s making of your pussy, he swallows thickly and looks up at your pleasured face. The sight makes him smile, more than happy he has finally managed to get his way, and he adds another finger to the one he has kept massaging your insides. His tongue retracts but you don’t mind, long fingers filling you more than you anticipated and drawing gasps from you.

“Just remember,” his blue eyes fall to where his fingers curl against your pelvis, squelching with your wetness and his saliva. “I can follow you wherever you go.”

You gasp when his fingers curl against the spongy spot inside of you that makes your head swim, walls once again gripping him so tightly he can hardly move so he settles in place.

“You’ll never get away from me now.”

Nodding, you smirk and it turns into a gasp when he runs his thumb over your clit, hips canting to match the rhythm his fingers were working at before they stopped.

“You assume I want to,” you shoot back breathlessly through swollen lips. You’ve been gnawing that lower lip a little too hard and it’s plump, slick with spit and he admires the shine while you speak. “Maybe you'll never get away from me.”

Raising his brows, Satoru wonders if this wasn’t your endgame all along. Recalling all the times you spread your legs and stroked your pussy on the couch, knowing he could see it; memorizing all of the people who have darkened your doorstep, only to get you all warmed up and then be sent away - you making the choice instead to moan into the cool dark of your room while making yourself cum again and again.

“Looks like we’re on the same page then,” he confirms and you smile. His mouth goes back to work, tongue slurping and drinking every bit of you that he can, and you feel yourself edging closer and closer to cumming for him, for real, this time. 

His fingers work inside of you and he closes his mouth over your sensitive clit, your mouth opening in a wordless shout with your release. You weren’t expecting it to come just yet but you won’t complain, head drooping backwards and eyes shut tightly. The on top of the world feeling is coaxed out of you for as long as it can be, his mouth mercifully releasing you when you start breathing heavily. 

His face rests against your thigh, glistening chin backlit and shining, and you reach out to touch him again and gasp when your touch lands, fingers wrapping around his jaw. Again, you won’t question it knowing that the best orgasm of your life just came at the hands of this man…or spirit…Whatever he is, you aren’t terribly concerned about it.

“I feel like I need to take you out to dinner now,” you tease breathlessly and he laughs, cheek still pressed to your thigh. Placing a kiss, he winks in your direction and you feel that familiar heat rise in you once again.

“We have all the time in the world for that, now don’t we?”