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Someone needs to write a smut muzan but like I'll go I to detail.
Like y/n is just a girl who falls in love with the man muzan is portraying and the he reveals himself, intending to devour her. When she is still in love with him she confesses her love (whoever writes this can add or change things, but same concept plz) he realizes she'd do anything for him. So he takes her to the fortress and has her fast a couple days, after that he lets her eat and disappears and leaves the uppermoons with her. Y/n get along with them really well and even gets them to adore her. So when muzan gets back he has sex with her. A rough romantic sex. He gets addicted and has to keep y/n by his side. When he does his experiments when he talks to his uppermoons, etc.
Y/n is a sleepy being and sleeps on his lap a lot.
Muzan loves to have sex with her, so there has to be a least 2 sex scenes.
Uppermoons are as usual but a little ooc.
And then add whatever you want.
gojo calls you by many names. sweetheart, darling, baby, sweetie, babe, pretty; the list goes on. he rarely ever calls your name - you aren't sure when he last called you by name. you're pretty sure he knows your name though. if you ask him about it, he waves it off, giving excuses like; isn't it cuter if call you my baby? don't you like it when i call you mine? you can't really say no to that, so you let him call you what he wants.
sometimes, gojo talks to you about his work. he tells you about his students. you know their names: yuuji. megumi. yuuta. other times, he talks about his colleagues, shoko, ichiji. sometimes he says their names with fondness, sometimes with frustration. but you've yet to hear him say your name with any sort of emotion. it makes you feel so distant from him, when in truth he couldn't be any nearer to you. he's always right beside you, hip attached to yours, arm slung over your shoulders or resting around your waist. he's always in your personal space, trying to be closer, pressing in, wanting to be one with you, in you. he doesn't seem at ease until he's banging you desperately in your apartment, face pressed into your neck, hand gripping yours tight. mine, he says. so pretty, sweetheart, all mine, baby, you're so cute when you cum on my dick like that, fuck oh fuck, babe please, please say i can cum inside you im close, so close, fuck- baby- iloveyou- haaaaah, so much. you're mine, he calls you, mind a little clearer after the haze of sex has lifted. his, you think to yourself. not a name, but a label. and despite how closely joined you are, gojo never says your name.
there are names gojo doesn't say. when he does slip up, he refers to them vaguely, my best friend, my client, my trusted junior. you see, gojo has many regrets - and he can name them. suguru. riko. nanami. he never discusses the people he's lost. it makes you wonder if you are similarly nameless when he is at work. perhaps you do not exist in those circles. it makes you hurt, thinking that maybe you aren't as important to him as he is to you. you asked him this one day, when he was carrying you to the shower, your legs having given up on you sometime around the fourth orgasm. i'd like to keep you a secret from them, he smiles sweetly, setting you gently in the tub. it doesn't answer any questions. too tired to chase for an answer, you fall asleep almost immediately back in bed. gojo joins you slightly later, having to shower himself after he showered you. he watches the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, how your hair falls across your face, how you nuzzle into his chest in the dark, after he turns off the lights. he presses his lips to your forehead, and whispers your name to himself. i love you, he says. you're mine.
gojo knows his regrets by name. so he calls you his, makes you a part of him. that way, he can't lose you, like he did with all the others.
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another gojo drabble? hurt gojo lives rent free in my head
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(also ik i directly contradict my previous drabble about gojo and names but they are not linked! i just have an obsession with gojo and the way he calls people. the way he refers to himself by 私、俺、僕 ... im a little bit obsessed about language. so take it as it is while i try to figure out this man's psyche)
You’ve been whining for the last 5 minutes. All because your boyfriend was being a selfish jerk.
“Let me try Rin!”
Suna tuts, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “No can do, baby.”
“You’re being mean.” you whine, reaching for the lollipop in his hand, frown deepening when he moves it further from your reach.
“I asked you if you wanted one before we left the apartment. You said no.” Suna pops the sweet back in his mouth, deciding that was the safest place to keep it. He presses the button for the elevator as you both arrive at the end of the hallway, seemingly unfazed by your glare.
“Don’t be so greedy, I just want a taste.”
“Nah, that’s nasty.” he responds, words slurred as he swirls the candy in his mouth.
Insulted, you cross your arms over your chest. “No it’s not! How is it different to kissing me?”
The brunette offers you a sly grin, mischief gleaming behind his eyes. “It’s not.”
It takes a second for the jab to click in your head before you’re slapping the athlete against his chest, meeting nothing but toned muscle. He has the audacity to look hurt.
“Y-you’re such a dick!” you sputter, “Fine. I’ll go get my own one.” Huffing, you turn to make your way back to your shared apartment. “Just know you’re never getting another kiss from me.”
“Come on, princess. I was just joking.” Suna snickers, fingers latching onto your wrist to stop you in your tracks.
“Yeah, well you’re not funny. Have fun never kissing me again.” you grunt, putting all your strength into releasing yourself from his grip.
A large finger curls around your jaw, lifting your face upwards. “What-” Your brain barely has the time to register the hint of strawberry before Suna’s lips are crashing into yours. Before you even know what you’re doing, your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. Sweetness explodes in your mouth as his tongue invades your taste buds. Even his lips carry the candy’s flavour, leaving you chasing for more.
Chuckling through his nose, the brunette finally pulls away. He gives your lips a few more pecks before pulling away completely. “There,” he smirks, wiping the moisture clinging to your lips, “You got a taste now. Happy?”
Weaving your fingers into his silky locks, you peer at him through your lashes. “No.” you pout, just to be difficult. “I need to try again.”
With one hand resting against your waist, Suna walks you backwards until he’s got you pinned against the wall. “Yeah?” he breathes, “But what was that about never getting a kiss from you again?” he smirks, finding way too much amusement in the way you squint your eyes at him.
“Carry on and you’ll see.”
Suna dips his head to leave a trail of kisses on your jaw. “Well I better start behaving then.” You can feel the playful curl of his mouth against your skin. “And for the record, kissing you isn’t nasty.“ He’s so close his lips brush against yours with every word.
A shiver runs down your spine in anticipation.
“It’s my favourite fucking thing in the world.” he whispers before smashing his lips against yours.
𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
cw: 1.5k wc, college au, fluff (w a tiny suggestive bit), alcohol
never in a million years would you have imagined walking side-by-side with geto like this. the man is practically a celebrity at your school—chased after and envied. and, like it's normal, he's here beside you. not as discreetly as you think, you spare him a glance out of the corner of your eye.
you had accidentally bumped into him earlier, the collision resulting in a good majority of the contents of your cup ending up on his shirt. profuse, slurred apologies fell from your mouth, but he didn't seem to mind much about his ruined garment—in fact, he was more concerned about you. so much so that he had been kind enough to offer to walk you home.
thinking back on it now, it was a rather impulsive decision to leave without the group you arrived with, and with a guy you've spoken to no more than ten times, at that. but no one's known for making particularly good decisions while under the influence, right? and, you were smart enough to shoot your friends a text explaining your whereabouts in (what you hoped was) the unlikely event that your choice to take geto up on his offer turned out to be a bad one.
although, that much didn't seem like it would be the case; he's been a perfect gentleman thus far—leaving a fair amount of space between the two of you and only letting his hand ghost over the small of your back during those moments when you seem unsteady. you should be thankful that he's so chivalrous, and you are, but a little part of you, one swayed by the alcohol in your system, was hoping he'd be a little more touchy. nothing inappropriate, just an arm around your shoulder or some simple hand-holding.
you look at geto again, more directly this time. his chocolatey eyes are focused forward and the moonlight glints off the two silver hoops wrapped around his lips. you've always found him pretty, but the gentle aura of the night makes his beauty seem even more delicate.
you're positive you would have ended up staring at him for the rest of the walk if it weren't for your foot catching on the sudden rise of the sidewalk.
before you're able to trip forward and make contact with the pavement, geto's hands are on your hips, firmly pulling your figure against him. "woah, careful there."
"sorry!" you apologize, wriggling out of his hold so you can turn to face him. he doesn't look the slightest bit annoyed, in fact, there's a soft smile tugging at his lips. if you were sober, you'd be capable of picking up on the humor hiding in it.
"it's fine," he assures you. you've been swaying since you two crossed paths at the party and geto has a hard time believing that'll wear off any time soon.
"we still have a while 'til we get to your place," geto's voice trails off with the last word as he turns around and crouches. you wordlessly stare at his back until he looks over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows. upon seeing your confusion, he spells it out for you. "hop on."
"are you sure?" you ask him. "i can walk."
geto's is sure that statement isn't true. "yeah, get on."
you fight the smile threatening your lips as you climb onto his back, your arms loosely wrapping around his neck, arms crossing at his collarbone. long legs boost the both of you up and geto's arms snake under the backs of your knees before he sets off in the direction you'd been walking.
the cool breeze is even more evident against the warmth of your cheeks. this is a new proximity, one you haven't been warranted before. you can feel the bit of skin exposed from beneath his t-shirt against your forearms, see the scrunchie holding the top half of his hair up in its bun. the scent of his shampoo—coconut, you think— wafts through the air, pleasantly meeting your nostrils. it's hypnotizing, drawing words out of you that you certainly wouldn't voice if you were sober. "you know, i've never really liked guys with long hair."
he can't conceal the snort that sounds in the night air. "is that so?"
you hum in confirmation, nodding your head despite geto not being able to see you. the rational part of your brain that would normally urge you to shut up isn't functioning at the moment, so you continue. "but i like yours. it's kind of hot."
geto's lips wobble in an attempt to hold back his laugh. alcohol makes you bold, huh? on the few occasions you two have interacted in the past, you were never this forward. geto has an eye for picking out those who are interested in him—they don't make it hard. though, you completely slipped past his radar.
"you think?" he asks through a chuckle.
"yup," you reply, popping the "p." there's no end to your vomit of words. once you've started talking, it's difficult to get you to stop. "all my friends think it's sexy when you tie it up before practice."
geto doesn't know what's more surprising—how easily you're giving up the information or the fact that he somehow missed you in the bleachers. it's not the moral thing to do considering your current state, but he's curious enough to ask, "what about you?"
"hm? what about me?"
"do you think it's sexy?" he clarifies.
the burning in your cheeks is back but you don't feel embarrassed, not the way you would if geto had asked you any other time. alcohol is your truth serum and without thinking of the consequences you'll be facing in the future, you tell him, "yeah. you're, like, super attractive."
he was only teasing before but your answer makes geto's eyebrows shoot up. as cocky as it sounds, the man doesn't normally find such declarations surprising. although, that isn't the case when it comes to you. he has no intention of telling you so when you're drunk, but the feeling is mutual. geto clears his throat before his next words. "thank you."
"you're welcome." there's a sing-songy lilt to your voice that tells him your head is still swimming.
your willingness to so honestly answer each of his inquiries raises another question in geto's mind. it's a tad bit shameless on his part but you likely won't even remember this exchange come morning considering your condition. and, geto thinks, the question is harmless enough—just a little flirting. "so, what do you like most about me?"
"mm, definitely your smile." your reply comes almost immediately like you had been waiting for the opportunity to tell him so. the observation makes the corners of geto's lips turn up. "it's really pretty. but your piercings are a little intimidating."
"oh?" geto's pace slows down as he approaches the building you had told him was yours when the two of you were leaving from the party. he squats down to let you off his back and your feet haphazardly meet the pavement before you steady yourself. the crunch of pebbles beneath his shoes sounds in the air as geto turns around to face you. "you don't like them?"
"i do," you start, "i just bet it feels weird when you kiss, right?"
once again, geto's eyebrows meet his hairline in a show of surprise. unconsciously, his tongue pokes out to toy with the cool hoops wrapped around his lips. "wanna see for yourself?"
"what?" you squeak, your eyes widening at geto's suggestion. sure, you're curious but that's not what you meant. for the first time all night, you're flustered. "i didn't say that!"
he holds a fist to his mouth to hide his laugh which is still plainly audible despite his effort. with the same hand, he waves you off. "i was kidding."
your lips are still parted in shock and you can feel your heart beating wildly in your chest, but you nod in understanding.
"come on," geto jerks his head in the direction of your building, "let's get you inside."
he leads the way with your instruction, typing in the four-digit pin to gain access and pressing the button in the elevator to take you to the third floor. you stop outside your door to pull your keys out of your bag, sticking the carved metal into the keyhole after a few attempts. you can't see it, but geto's lips pull up as he watches your struggle.
when you finally get the door open, you step inside your apartment. geto's feet stay rooted to the floor of the hallway.
"drink some water before you go to sleep, okay?" he advises you.
too embarrassed to speak after the last mishap, you stick your arm out and thumb up, a smile accompanying the gesture.
your uncharacteristic silence draws a quiet laugh from geto. he raises his hand in a wave. "see you around."
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Watched TMNT: Mutant Mayhem and subsequently was violently thrown back into ROTTMNT brain-rot. Which is right where I want to be. Just look at these babies. Absolutely precious. I just want more of these skrunkly bois in my life.
Giving baby Mike a totally blank, clueless look also gives me life.
Colored pic is an exact ref to a picture of me and my sister when we were small... I think it was supposed to be a new haircut, too bad it didn't catch on.