“you’re A Writer, Right?”

SCREAAAAAAAAMS

:0 I am appalled. I am in shock. I am in adoration for this. I am in a disarray of feelings rn. THIS WAS THE PERFECT UHGHHHEJDJDJSKS

gojo’s service to an artist

warnings: male masturbation, edging, exhibitionism (??), dom!reader, artist!reader, sub!gojo, model!gojo

word count: 3.1k

summary: college student gojo satoru is notorious for having a fuck list, thanks to the dares of his friends. when your name was dropped on the list, gojo offered to be your model for your art piece. however, his plan backfired when he found himself desperately fucking your hand.

note: this is heavily inspired by a manga i read called Nude Model by Yamaguchi Tsubasa. go give it a read! don’t got time to proofread this because it’s too long : ( anyway, smut with a plot, ey? also, i think i’m too mean to gojo ♡

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THE ENDING SENTENCE OH MY GOD IT ITS GENIUS

#the memory of you (chapter two)

—it all starts when you saw someone who looked like someone you know in a game, only to come to know that it was him all along 

—(or) scaramouche gets transported to Earth and you have become a part of his story 

CHARACTERS. self aware! Scaramouche; gn! gamer! Reader

THEMES. reversed isekai; self aware!scaramouche; fluff; crack; angst 

WARNINGS. mentions of his real name; may have curses from reader and scara

WORD COUNT. 2k words 

NOTES. actually, you may read this without reading chapter one but the two are connected! chapter three will be out either before the 29th or by august but either way, prepare tissues because it’s certainly gonna make u cry 

The Memory of You; Beginning / Mean / End 

“You are so bad at this.” 

“What did you say?” 

You laughed, repeating your words with a louder voice, “I said; you’re so bad at this!” 

You were not even looking at him, but you could tell that he was getting irritated by the second, more so at his phone, his screen showing the graphics of the same game you had been playing these past few months—oh yes, good old Genshin Impact. 

“Why is he even so weak? Is he really this useless?! What a joke!” 

You peaked on his mobile screen and inquired “Who are you even talking about?” you paused, peeking your eyes to his game, “The traveler?” 

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Gojo not taking care of brats more

👀😃😏

𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊? 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒!

— Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Zhongli, Pantalone

cw. f!reader, size kink, riding, doggy, squirting, pet names, use of ‘daddy’ (pantalone), oral, mating press, full nelson, creampie, fingering, praise

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

A moan slips from your lips when Tartaglia pushes his cock quickly against your sweet spot.

His balls slam slapping your swollen clit, your eyes roll as he grabs your hips angle them to reach deeper.

The grin on his face widens as you sob and bury your head in the pillow, “what’s the matter angel, is my cock too much for you?” he teases you wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you with your back against his chest.

He sits back on his heels and squeezes your throat before wrapping his arm around your waist, slamming his hips against your ass, “will you cum for me mh?” he coos in your ear.

His hand slides down your side and reaches between your thighs, circling your sensitive clit.

You have to hold on to his thick arm to keep from falling forward as he pounds inside you. “I wan … I wanna cum … please,” you sob, moving toward his hips.

His rough fingers run expertly over your bud, your pussy fluttering around his shaft and your juices sliding over his balls. “You’re dripping, angel, go ahead, make a mess,” he grunts.

Your nails dig into his arm as you bounce, stifle a moan as you lift off his cock and gush cum everywhere.

Tartaglia licks his lips as you gush onto his cock and thighs, his fingers not leaving your clit forcing out more squirts that wet the sheets beneath you.

“That’s my girl,” he teases pulling you back against him and forcing his cock into your sloppy, soaked slit, “now, angel, give me one.”

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so say it ditto…

felt that😭😭

amen.

OML LEVI'S PART UGH HE NEEDS TO GIVE HIMSELF CREDIT FR like cmon he has a fish he named henry he's obviously superior 🙄

i saw something like playing truth or dare and having to kiss the prettiest person in the room and thought you’d do this great with the om boys! thank you if you end up accepting this request!!

"kiss the prettiest person in the room" with the older brothers

includes: lucifer, mammon, levi x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 1k | rated t | m.list

a/n: okay this was super fun to write omg i hope you enjoy. my inbos is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

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diavolo is holding another sleepover, and you’re all crammed into one of his living rooms, sitting in a rough circle, with some on the couches, some in chairs, and some on the floor

you're on one of the smaller couches, sharing it with solomon and when the sorcerer gets this glint in his eyes you know he had something up his sleeve

“let’s play truth or dare,” he suggests, and though you suspect the game will devolve into chaos, many of the brothers are quickly on board

the game goes a few rounds before solomon calls on you. “mc, truth or dare?” 

you balk; the dare will no doubt be something intense and possibly humiliating, but choosing truth would probably be much worse. “dare,” you say, as confidently as you can

solomon grins wickedly. “kiss the prettiest person in this room.” 

you gape at him even as various protests are raised around the room. 

“no, mc does it or gets punished for thickening out,” solomon insists, and you recall the punishment, which is to buy a dinner next time you’re all out, something your poor wallet really can’t handle. 

“i’ll do it,” you say, and a hush falls over the room as they all wait for you to pick. 

lucifer watches you look between him and his brothers, curiosity burning in his chest. he wants to say that you don’t have to do this, to make solomon choose something else - he should say that, but there's a deep part of him that needs to know how this will end.

you bite your lip, worrying it between your teeth and he wishes he were a better man.

lucifer watches with rapt anticipation as you stand, walking in his direction. but diavolo and simeon sit on either side, both likely candidates.

“u-um,” you say, coming to a stop in front of him! “may i?”

at any other point in time he’d be smooth, suave, but surprise has struck him dumb and he can only nod. you lean down, carefully moving closer, and lucifer knows he should shut his eyes but he can’t, enraptured by the sight of you.

the kiss is chaste and brief, nothing to write him about, but lucifer knows it’ll haunt him at night.

cheers erupt from around him as you pull back, likely embarrassed, and just look at him for a moment.

perhaps lucifer should be offended that you think he’s pretty. a thousand words have been used to describe him over the decades, but to his knowledge pretty was never one of them. but he’s rather touched instead.

you duck your head, returning back to your seat. and lucifer can hardly pay attention to the continuation of the game, too preoccupied with remembering how your breath had fanned his cheek, how your soft heat had surrounded him.

he’ll be damned if that’s his last kiss with you, he resolves, and diavolo nudges him mischievously, no doubt aware of where his thoughts have gone.

mammon can’t help giving you a cocky grin, making a come-hither motion playfully. to his surprise, you actually do, stepping carefully over belphie, who’s on the floor, resting his back on the base of the couch he’s sitting on.

“not how i imagined our first kiss, but i’ll take it,” mammon says, joking to hide his nerves. he still can’t believe that you’d approached him. maybe it was because he was the safe choice.

either way, it felt like a dream come true.

“not how i imagined it either,” you say with a little laugh, and mammon short circuits, because you had imagined it too?

you lean down, pressing your lips to his, and mammon feels like all of his bones settle, like fireworks are acting beneath his skin. all-too-soon you pull away, and he can’t help but follow you before he gets a hold of himself.

catcalls and yells sound from around the room, perhaps some cries of outrage, but mammon can’t bring himself to care, instead focused on the way you still lean over at him, looking down at him with a glint in your eyes.

“nice as that was,” you say lowly, only so he can hear, “and believe me, it was nice, i’d much rather try again when we’re alone.”

a strangled noise escapes mammon and you smile, moving back to your seat like nothing had happened, like you hadn’t just turned him into a new man with a single press of your lips. god, he loves you.

levi deflates when he hears the dare, knowing he’s out of the running. in a room filled with all of them, he’d never get picked. he can’t even bring himself to watch, staring at his lap.

it’s only when you cough slightly that he looks up. you rub the ack of your neck, bashful. “is it alright if i kiss you?”

“m-me?” levi asks, looking behind him as if anyone would be there. of course, there’s no one. you nod.

“i mean, as long as you’re cool with it, yeah.”

“you think i’m the prettiest?” he can’t help but confirm, and you smile a little bit.

“i mean, duh. you don’t give yourself enough credit, you know.”

you’ve got to be pranking him. except, you’re not that mean. so that would make you… serious? oh my god, he’s going to die! you think he’s pretty!

“you can, uh, you can kiss me,” he manages slyly, and you cup his face, hands warm against his jaw. he’s frozen as you lean down, eyes sliding shut. your lips finally touch his after what seems like an eternity of waiting, and levi instantly feels boneless, melting into your gentle, almost reverent touch.

you pull away, and his eyes snap open. levi stares up at you, eyes wide, and you seem to remember yourself, hands falling away from his face embarassedly. he already misses them.

the room is in a clamor but he can only think of you, only watch as you give him a little smile before returning to your seat, unable to meet his eyes for more than a few moments during the rest of the game. not that he’s able to meet yours for any longer.

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