gumi

this is my domain (expansion)

[gumikamo]

introductory.

me!

✰ i'm gumii <33 ! she/her pronouns please ty

notes :

✧ i write for fun so pls do not mind inconsistencies snd grammatical errors

✧ all pieces are barely proofread because errors magically disappear for the pure of heart ◡̈

✧ requests are acknowledged but writing period is indefinite

✧ in my jjk phase

doing rn :

✒ chasing the escaping sun 🌅

[gumikamo]

₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩 boyfie choso refuses to be away from you, even if your tummy is aching over the toilet!

an — lowk a pt2 to THIS! also, idk why i keep writing choso in the bathroom scenery..??? ib a satosugu fanart i can’t find anymore ( ╥ ᴗ ╥)

one bad habit you have is you can’t go to sleep without relieving your bathroom urges beforehand.

this annoying mannerism you have is something that slowly rattles you awake at 3 am. hey, you’ve never been that involved in the undead ideologies, but you have a deep dark fear that those ‘random’ 3 am bathroom trips are actually caused by ghouls around your home, messing with your urinary system.

your eyes gently flutter open, vision taking a while to adjust to the dark room. the only things you can hear are the hum of the air conditioner, crickets belting outside, and the sweet snores of your boyfriend, choso.

he’s laying shirtless beside you, chest planted straight on the bed, arm stretched over your body. you try to ignore the ache in your stomach, you really do, but every time you clamp your lids closed, all you can dwell on is that damn toilet in the bathroom. shit. you need to shit.

you finally muster up the strength to get up. you swing choso’s arm off you, earning a groan from the big man. he turns his head the other way, hands involuntarily reaching for the familiar warmth that was just beside him. but you’re already long gone, slowly walking to the bathroom, dazed and half-asleep.

as your hands find the door knob, you give it a slight twist and head inside. the lights nearly blind you from how bright it is compared to the darkness outside. you wince upon coming in contact with the cold tile. you make your way to the toilet, slipping off your sleep shorts and underwear. you take a deep sigh when your ass finally lands on the seat.

your body is bent on this toilet, hands gripping the shirt that’s bundled around your waist. the silence of everything causes you to nearly fall asleep, head drooping forward before you swing it back up in an attempt to stay awake. you were unsure if the shit would still come out if you were already asleep.

but then you nearly piss from fright, not from the actual need to, when the door slams open, sending a loud BANG! around the house. It echos hauntingly, making your ears ring.

“HOLY SHIT!” you jolt, eyes bolting open as you nearly fall into the toilet bowl. your hands grip the counter right beside you, fingers inching for the closest thing it can find (being choso’s toothbrush). your brain can barely process what just happened.

your heart beats even faster as you slowly turn and see a big silhouette standing at the door. “WHAT THE FUCK!” you scream, your grip on choso’s toothbrush tightening. was this your humiliating attempt at self defense?

as your eyes finally adjust to the darkness of his face, you realize it’s choso, all groggy and rubbing his eyes. his brows a furrowed, deep wrinkles forming in between them. “babyy..” he whines as he slowly steps toward you, his hair all messed up from rolling around in bed.

your eyes can only follow him as he proceeds to stand right in front of your knees, his shadow casting itself over you. “cho..” you respond. “you scared the living shit outta me!” (pun intended) you send a light thwack to his abdomen, earning a groan from him.

“why’d you leave me in bed? all alone? you promised you’d never leave me..” choso asks with his babiest voice, glossy puppy eyes now open, looking down at you.

“cause, cho, can’t you tell? i needed to shit.” you blatantly respond. “go back to bed, cho. i’ll be out in a minute.” you continue, nudging him towards the door. he stands firm, resolute on staying where he was.

“no, i’ll stay here. wait f’you.” choso huffs, his need to go back to sleep clearly present in his broken replies. “but, i’m pooping.. g’nna be stinky and stuff..” you mutter, embarrassed, looking down at his wiggling cold toes. “don’t care. wanna be with you, baby. don’t wanna be away from ya.” he pouts, grabbing your hand.

“we already shower together, baby. i think we’ve been together’ enough for the whole day.” you try reasoning him with him, but he only clings onto you even harder. he shakes his head before sitting down right in front of you, knees aligned to his torso.

he was being such a big baby, all hard headed and refusing to leave you like a lost dog. as much as you felt shy with whatever business you had going on, you couldn’t resist choso’s puppy eyes, messy hair, muscular chest, and sexy voice begging you to let him stay.

“not enough baby..” he whispers. “i’d be all up in those weird dreams of yours too if i could.” he laughs, gripping your bare thighs. you can only giggle back at him as he takes your hands, intertwining your fingers together before he starts massaging them. he also kisses them all over, even inhaling your palm sometimes. i wonder why he does that?

“ah, but you weren’t wrong about the stink.” he teases, making a sour face after sniffing a few times. “cho!” you scream, releasing your hand from his and swatting his bare shoulders.

“get outta here.”

“nuh uh. lemme bask in that stink, baby.”

i looooove needy choso can we tell ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡ also the toes comment seemed goofy so i added it to build choso's character ૮`⎚⩊⎚´ა

[gumikamo]

₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩 fratjo tries to win his pretty muse over after you catch him kissin' someone else!

an — first time writing "lowk smut",, kinda nervy! i fell for the fratjo agenda guys 💔 #barelyproofread

you were asked by your friend to go to one of satoru’s infamous parties. you initially declined, saying that studying is much more important than whatever that event had to offer. but she insisted, telling you that going could help you gain connections around the university. though you repeatedly said no, she just kept giving you a pout, saying that this was part of 'the college life'. you finally gave in, but little did she know, you already had close connections with satoru. 

ever since you two met at a random bar outside of school, you’ve been hooking up. despite the atrocious rumours, you were VERY into him, and he was reaaalllyyy into you too. unbeknownst to everyone who wanted to fuck him, he was already heavily (emotionally?) attached to this random girl he met outside of his usual audience. you two promised to keep it lowkey, knowing that once the public found out, you were in for a ride you didn’t want to go on.

so there you ended up, drinking with your friend at this jerk's frat house. you intended on studying for your final that night, but there you were, drowning out your worries about the said final until you couldn’t see clear. but all of a sudden, the hairs on your arm stood up when you saw a familiar haircut making out with a random girl, their hands all over each other.

even though he liked you more than other girls, he couldn’t stop himself from making out with all the tempting ladies kissing the ground he stepped on. it wasn’t part of your rules, so he technically didn’t break anything?

drunk, stressed, (and slightly heartbroken), tears started forming at the corner of your eyes. your tipsy dances turned into weak knees and a throbbing heart, causing you to fall over onto the couch behind you. 

“you good, girl?” your friend asks, sitting beside you when she notices your sudden change in mood. “yeah.. just need some air, i guess?” you reply, wiping tears from your eyes. “you want me to come with you?” she offers. “no- it’s okay. just enjoy here and i’ll take a step out first.” you reply, steadying yourself as you get up and head to the front porch.

the cold breeze hits your warm face, sending shivers down your spine. your dress was unable to hinder the chill from attacking your body, as you were expecting a hot night full of booze surrounded by hot people. no one else was outside with you as all the students were afraid of being named in a complaint from the neighbors across the street. you plopped yourself down on the stairs, taking light sips of the remaining drink in your hand.

you were never this emotional when sober, but damn, this alcohol really did wonders to your amygdala. deep down, you wanted satoru all to yourself, but you knew that too much of him would be dangerous for you. “that bitch” you cursed between hicks. why was this frustrating you so much?!

the door suddenly opens behind you, and you quickly turn your head. there stood the silhouette of the devil himself, satoru, looking down at you. “oh shit— sorry..” you softly mumble, scooching yourself to the side of the stairs. “babbyy..” he pouted, voice borderline mocking how puffy you looked from crying. 

“don’t call me that,” you angrily replied, the image of him making out with that girl only becomes clearer in your head. “why not? thought we were a thing now?” he squats beside you. “why are you here anyway? won’t your girl miss–“ you complain before he squeezes your face to kiss your lips. 

“what the fuck are you doing, satoru!” you scream as you push him off, even more annoyed now. “jus’ wanted to kiss my baby. can’t do that anymore?” he teases. this motherfucker is pissing me off. 

“seems like your lips were already preoccupied in there.” you retort as he sits down beside you, placing a hand on your bouncing thigh. “didn’t know you were watching, baby. even tried lookin' for you after her but you were gone..” “oh, so if i was watching, you wouldn’t do it? bullshit, ‘toru.” 

he only cackles at you, his annoying voice echoing down the street. “seems like someone’s jealous? thought we weren’t that exclusive, baby.” pulling you closer to him.

“i’m all yours, aren’t i?” he asks, using his other hand to lift up your chin to look him in the eyes. “didn’t seem like it.” you angrily reply, shoving his hand away. “ohh, feisty! i like it.” he laughs, again. 

“that wasn’t anything, baby. i swear!” he repeats, his grip tightening on your skin. “i jus’ didn’t want anyone being suspicious of me, y’know? they might catch on that im taken if i don’t do my usual make out sessions with all these ladies!” he comforts tells you, eyes all glossy, lashes batting. you turn to look at his face, and he’s already staring right into your soul. 

he tugs your body in a way that makes your chest mere inches away from his. the temperature of your bodies contrasting with each other, just like how you truly are. contrasting people that badly need each other like a vice. “i’m all yours, baby-“ he says before kissing your lips. 

fuck. you wanted to be so mad at him, but he was so hard to resist. his messy white hair, glassy blue eyes, annoying personality, and that damn cap and chain he always had on. he was hitting all your checkboxes like your g-spot, making you weak in the knees. 

you moan into his mouth when his tongue swirls around yours. his sleezy hands creep down to your ass. your body automatically arches into his, and a smile grows on his face. you feel all types of sensations from the way he’s massaging your plump cheeks, and his mouth grinning against yours from how delighted he is. 

he lets go, saliva connecting your tongues in a lewd manner. “damn, baby, thought you were mad at me?” he chuckles, giving your ass a tight squeeze, making you jolt. “couldn’t say no?” he continues, now aiming for your neck. 

satoru leaves lasting marks on your neck, all the way down to your collarbones. you can only pull him closer, fingers intertwining between his snow-coloured locks. he giggles into your skin when you lightly shiver from the feeling, or when a whimper escapes the mouth you tried so hard to keep shut. 

“w-wait..” you mutter so silently he barely hears it. he hums against your skin, sending vibrations through your veins. “someone might see us—“ you try to continue, but his touch only makes you feel weaker. “then,, let’s go inside. upstairs.” he sternly replies. he was inviting you to have some nasty sex, and as much as you knew you shouldn’t, your body was saying otherwise.

“fuck-“ you curse, panties starting to soak from just making out with him. “i think that’s a yes, baby” satoru mumbles into your skin, fingers now snaking its way to your wet underwear. your dress only made it easier for him to run his two fingers along your slit, rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“ ‘toru— mhhnn!” you moan a little too loud, causing his other hand to fly over your mouth. “wanna relieve some of that anger, baby? tire yourself out on me?” his sultry voice running laps around your body. you nod feverishly, unable to stop your insatiable need for him. “attagirl,” he finally lets go of your now decorated neck. “missed ‘ya ever since you got busy with that dumb final..” satoru whispers in your ear, helping you up with one quick swoop. 

the busy party doesn’t notice the man dragging you up the stairs, and it’s safe to say, you really made use of that anger you had for him. 

the following day, you find yourself naked on his bed, two hands massaging your tits from behind. your whole body ached, probably because of all the events (and positions you tried) the night before. your eyes finally snap open when you realize where you were, and what day it was. 

“used y’r phone to tell your professor you’re sick, baby. you’re all mine today,,” satoru’s voice echos. his dick is pressed up against your ass as his hands continue massaging your tits, and he’s already placing new marks on your back. you both lay there, basking in each other's essence.

you didn’t want to admit it, but you were exactly right where you wanted to be.

yall this got me so nervous like i posted a smut fic b4 and it got absolutely NO coverage.. im trying to break the curse... ALSO WHY DO I KEEP WRITING ABOUT GOJO THIS IS SO ALARMING?>!?!>?!!!?>!?

[gumikamo]

₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩 big baby, choso, is too impatient for your long showers so he comes up with a brilliant idea !

an — not thoroughly proofread & is also a bit suggestive? not in detail though, only mentions

initially, the idea of showering with your partner never really piqued your interest. you enjoyed taking your time under the gush of water that enclosed you in a warm mist. you’d marinate your special soaps in your hair and skin, making sure all the sweat is completely scrubbed off.

when you’d take those excruciatingly long showers (they were never that long— choso was just impatient), choso would often find himself in a starfish position on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and manually counting the amount of seconds you were in the bathroom. you told him he should find something else to do when you’re in there, but he just shrugs you off and says he’d rather just count.

but it doesn’t matter if you took 15 minutes or an hour and a half— after you’d finally step out, he’d bounce off the mattress and pick you up, wrapping your legs around his muscular waist. most of the time, he’d still be sticky and smelly. disgusted, you try your best to escape from his grasp that never budges.

“cho—! you stinkkk! you’re transferring all your germs to meee..” you whined, swatting his chest with a wet thwap! it was worse when he was shirtless too. the grime sticks to you double-time! he just giggles as he drops you on the bed. whether you were clothed or not, he’d lift any garment you had on and bury his face into your chest, running down toward your stomach. you push his head off as he passes his sweat over to you.

“i can’t handle you being gone for so long, baby..” he pouts, looking up at you. “you’re just impatient, cho.” you assure him. he just grins before going back to kissing your body that he worshipped sooooo much.

one time, his eyes suddenly dart open and you swear you could see an imaginary lightbulb appear above his head. he remembered the question you always asked him after your bath, and he finally had an answer.

“so both of us could.. benefit… maybe I could-“ he muttered in between kisses. “join you in your shower..?” his attack on your skin never stopping.

you shot him a confused look as you raised his head. he just nodded feverishly, trying to get you to nod too. he’s already so excited for your next shower and you haven’t even said yes yet.

after he dropped the question, you’ve been showering together every day. you try to convince him that maybe you should have at least one day a week where you don’t shower together, but the big baby doesn’t allow.

as soon as he hears you go “cho!”, he’s running toward the direction of your voice, even stripping on the way. there are times where he misinterprets it, though. you once called him over to help with the laundry, and there he stood at the doorway, naked. you enjoyed the view nonetheless.

choso uses your pink loofah to scrub your body intently, making sure no spot goes untouched. sometimes, he’d just run his big hands up and down your curves, sending shivers up your spine. he enjoys every reaction that comes from you, making sure you know that by the way he kisses your neck. but wouldn’t that kinda taste like soap?

you’d make him scrub your head too because it was your way of getting him to scratch those insanely itchy spots on your scalp that your nails wouldn’t satisfy. you’d yelp if he brushed your head too hard, and he’d apologize with a million kisses.

he loved seeing you naked, not just because it made him sexually satisfied (that part was just a plus to him), but because you were just that insanely beautiful in his eyes.

in return, you’d help him remove the ties on his head, freeing his hair from their usual style. his locks frame his face before the water weighs it down. you’d scrub his body with YOUR pink loofah cause he claims it “connects you two on a hygienic level”…ew.

but as you do, you shower (pun intended) him with kisses as well. at times, you attend to his pecs. on other days, maybe his collarbones. either-way, he enjoys your sweet touch that makes him feel warm inside.

and occasionally, if you’re a bit too into it, you indulge in a touchy make-out session that leaves the glass extra foggy. he was a simple man when it came to showers, and as long as you were in there with him, he was all good.

if you were in the mood, you’d use the tub and converse as if you two were just at the pool. but every time you do use it, the “shower” ends up turning into a steamy sex scene.

after every bath, you’d cuddle up in bed, choso’s large, warm body making sure you feel extra cozy. he’d hold your body close to his, engulfing the smell of your sweet soap that he scrubbed into your hair. and as per your request, he’d always scratch your back as you fell asleep together.

whew! writing this one felt a bit,, odd,, dunno why tho 🤷‍♀️

[gumikamo]

TYSM EVERYONE FOR THE NOTES ILY ALL (╥﹏╥)

[gumikamo]

₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩 your boyfriend loves kissing the hickies he placed upon you the night before!

an — barely any dialogue… all characters envisioned as the male charac are aged up over 21 👻 sliiiiightly suggestive??

despite his usual intimidating demeanor, he still had an incredibly soft side to him. during his “work” hours, he’d slay opponents with an intent to kill, sparing no one. but when he was with you, oh the man would be a big dog, constantly following you around.

he’d always have some kind of hold on you, whether clinging onto you from behind, or having your knees touch at the dinner table. he just wanted to feel that you were there with him.

but he IS relentless in bed, nearly breaking the frame every time. he’d mark you up and bite into any plush he could sink his teeth into, making you remember that you’re all his. he was possessive of so what little he had, so he makes sure that everyone else knows.

after having sex, both of you would always fall asleep into each others arms, naked. he would always wake up first, his nature of being alert on the job doesn’t let him sleep straight even off the clock. as he looks down at you, curled into his muscular torso, it’s like he falls in love all over again. you’re so gorgeous and brittle under his touch. he gently pulls you up, tits in his face, but all he can do is stare in adoration.

he sees your neck, chest, and even back, covered in hickies, forming a beautiful constellation that are reminders of his love. he kisses them, one by one, but not deep enough to make them more permanent than they already are.

he dances his chapped lips all around your supple skin, tasting the sweet you somehow always had. his calloused holds your waist with a tight grip, afraid to let you go. his saliva softly glistens against the surface of your body.

he smirks as you lightly twitch when he kisses your sensitive parts, repeating until your eyes finally flutter open.

“baby?” you mutter as you slowly awaken, grasping his hair to face you.

“g’morning— baby-“ he says in between his kisses. your hold on him isn’t tight enough to fully peel him off, so he just keeps smooching all around. “so beautiful.. all mine.” he continues, never detaching his lips from your skin and fully embracing the marks spread around you.

you quietly whimper at the feeling, body still sensitive from the night before. whenever he hears you, he flicks the spot he was working on with the tip of his tongue, making you slightly jolt.

“my baby,, still so—fuck- sensitive” he swears under his breath that’s long gone from how long he’s been lapping at your skin. he can only cuss at how much he loves you and all the small things you do. the way you slightly snore in your sleep. the way you curl toward him involuntarily when the breeze gets too strong. the way you hold him so close when touches you all he wants. the way you’re so breathtaking.

to him, you were picturesque. every memory he had of you was displayed in a gallery in his heart. you were heaven in the shape of a goddess, and he made sure you were treated no less than one.

upon getting up from bed, the big man only follows you around, his skin still touching you one way or another. and the kissing never stops! whether it was pecking on the present marks, or making new ones, he was more than satisfied and sooo in love!

og draft was supposed to be for toji but i felt like it was lowk ooc😭😭😭 msorry💔 also can we tell that i love kissing?!

[gumikamo]

₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩 big baby, choso, is too impatient for your long showers so he comes up with a brilliant idea !

an — not thoroughly proofread & is also a bit suggestive? not in detail though, only mentions

initially, the idea of showering with your partner never really piqued your interest. you enjoyed taking your time under the gush of water that enclosed you in a warm mist. you’d marinate your special soaps in your hair and skin, making sure all the sweat is completely scrubbed off.

when you’d take those excruciatingly long showers (they were never that long— choso was just impatient), choso would often find himself in a starfish position on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and manually counting the amount of seconds you were in the bathroom. you told him he should find something else to do when you’re in there, but he just shrugs you off and says he’d rather just count.

but it doesn’t matter if you took 15 minutes or an hour and a half— after you’d finally step out, he’d bounce off the mattress and pick you up, wrapping your legs around his muscular waist. most of the time, he’d still be sticky and smelly. disgusted, you try your best to escape from his grasp that never budges.

“cho—! you stinkkk! you’re transferring all your germs to meee..” you whined, swatting his chest with a wet thwap! it was worse when he was shirtless too. the grime sticks to you double-time! he just giggles as he drops you on the bed. whether you were clothed or not, he’d lift any garment you had on and bury his face into your chest, running down toward your stomach. you push his head off as he passes his sweat over to you.

“i can’t handle you being gone for so long, baby..” he pouts, looking up at you. “you’re just impatient, cho.” you assure him. he just grins before going back to kissing your body that he worshipped sooooo much.

one time, his eyes suddenly dart open and you swear you could see an imaginary lightbulb appear above his head. he remembered the question you always asked him after your bath, and he finally had an answer.

“so both of us could.. benefit… maybe I could-“ he muttered in between kisses. “join you in your shower..?” his attack on your skin never stopping.

you shot him a confused look as you raised his head. he just nodded feverishly, trying to get you to nod too. he’s already so excited for your next shower and you haven’t even said yes yet.

after he dropped the question, you’ve been showering together every day. you try to convince him that maybe you should have at least one day a week where you don’t shower together, but the big baby doesn’t allow.

as soon as he hears you go “cho!”, he’s running toward the direction of your voice, even stripping on the way. there are times where he misinterprets it, though. you once called him over to help with the laundry, and there he stood at the doorway, naked. you enjoyed the view nonetheless.

choso uses your pink loofah to scrub your body intently, making sure no spot goes untouched. sometimes, he’d just run his big hands up and down your curves, sending shivers up your spine. he enjoys every reaction that comes from you, making sure you know that by the way he kisses your neck. but wouldn’t that kinda taste like soap?

you’d make him scrub your head too because it was your way of getting him to scratch those insanely itchy spots on your scalp that your nails wouldn’t satisfy. you’d yelp if he brushed your head too hard, and he’d apologize with a million kisses.

he loved seeing you naked, not just because it made him sexually satisfied (that part was just a plus to him), but because you were just that insanely beautiful in his eyes.

in return, you’d help him remove the ties on his head, freeing his hair from their usual style. his locks frame his face before the water weighs it down. you’d scrub his body with YOUR pink loofah cause he claims it “connects you two on a hygienic level”…ew.

but as you do, you shower (pun intended) him with kisses as well. at times, you attend to his pecs. on other days, maybe his collarbones. either-way, he enjoys your sweet touch that makes him feel warm inside.

and occasionally, if you’re a bit too into it, you indulge in a touchy make-out session that leaves the glass extra foggy. he was a simple man when it came to showers, and as long as you were in there with him, he was all good.

if you were in the mood, you’d use the tub and converse as if you two were just at the pool. but every time you do use it, the “shower” ends up turning into a steamy sex scene.

after every bath, you’d cuddle up in bed, choso’s large, warm body making sure you feel extra cozy. he’d hold your body close to his, engulfing the smell of your sweet soap that he scrubbed into your hair. and as per your request, he’d always scratch your back as you fell asleep together.

whew! writing this one felt a bit,, odd,, dunno why tho 🤷‍♀️

edit: hi! a lowk pt2 here…❤️

[gumikamo]

₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩 you wanna watch tiktoks with your bf, gojo, but he doesn’t wanna!

an — not proofread.. typos magically disappear for those pure of heart ♡

falling asleep watching tiktoks with your boyfriend has become your favourite nightly routine lately. “with”, meaning, watching separate tiktoks on separate phones, scrolling and laying down together.

satoru is fresh out of the shower, and you’re both ready to cuddle up and watch some tiktoks. you reach for your phone to check the time when you realize it’s DEAD! you completely forgot that you drained aaaaall of its power trying to win that dumb game satoru told you to get off of just hours prior.

“can we watch tiktoks on your phone?” you ask with a pout as satoru climbs into the bed.

“your phone died, didn’t it..” he mocks, pulling the sheets up to his waist, a small white towel around his neck. you could only look at him, fighting the urge to laugh. “please?”

“no thanks…” he nervously laughs trying to avoid eye contact with you. “that’s unfair! i let you borrow my stuff all the time!” you complain. “why can’t you play fair for once?” you batt your lashes, lowkey guilt tripping him into saying yes.

“cause, babe, how do i say this..” he trails off, taking your hand, bracing you for what he was gonna say next. “you watch boring stuff.”

you yank your hand away in a quick shift, an offended emotion displays on your face.

“hey!” “you forced me to watch 10 minutes of some random craft video last time! i was bored outta my balls, babe!!!”

your brows only continue to furrow, mouth open. you turned your back to him, refusing to talk any further with the man laying beside you.

minutes of silence pass until he finally soothes his hands over your waist. “okay fine…” he sighs, tugging you into his chest.

in the end, you’re laying on his arm, his hand holding up his phone above your faces.

“babe! sccrroolllluuugghhhh!” he complains, upset at the fact you’re insanely deep through a tiktok comment section, liking all the comments that made you giggle.

“i am! im even likin’ stuff, see?” you retort, looking up at him. he groans as he throws his head back.

“i don’t think biggyblueballs69 would mind if you didn’t like their comment! looks like they’ve got enough of it already—” satoru continues, his arm stretching over a bit farther so his free hand is able to scroll to the next video.

“hey, stop it! i wasn’t done reading!” you shout, swatting his hand and arm away.

“the comments arent even funny, babe! don’t know what you’re laughing so hard at..” he says.

he is successfully able to scroll to the next video after struggling in the fight with you. the tiktok plays and it’s a photo of some random guy, the horrendous audio behind him is a compilation of fart and meme sounds on top of a beat that’s impossible to follow.

satoru CACKLES at this, so much so that he asks you to get off his arm so he can roll around the bed in laughter. you’re left propped up, arm holding up half of your body.

“what’s so funny about this anyway?!” you answer, genuinely confused as to why he found that sooo funny.

he continues to wriggle in joyous delight, even curling into a fetal position from how hard his stomach is aching now.

you can only giggle at him and his unusual sense of humour before he pulls you into a tight hug, curling up your body with his.

“aww! babe-“ he pants, trying to catch his breath. “i goootta send that to suguru—!”

you don’t get why he was so hysterical over such dumb videos, but he doesn’t get why you’re so amused with scrolling through unwarranted opinions and 5-minute craft videos too.

i guess it’s fair after all.

ummm gois.. i hope u enjoyed this im not sure if its gud 🤷‍♀️ idk why im so into writing gojo lately too

[gumikamo]

buggin’ ü !

hello everyone! m so borredduhhh

sorry for inconsistencies, typos, and grammatical errors!

your boyfriend, gojo, loves to bother you. wait— “love” would actually even be an understatement as to how much he enjoys disturbing your peace. you often wonder if he actually has a job, because someway and somehow, he’s always following you around like a dog, poking your face, and making unnecessary sounds that only contribute to the ever-increasing noise pollution.

a prime example of this is when you were watching a movie when gojo suddenly bursts into the room and pounces on you, catching you off guard. you aren’t even able to pause the movie before he places his hands on you and starts tickling you all over. “waaitt! toruu-!” you nearly scream as his fingers dance along your waist, making you fold into the ticklish spots.

you try to kick him off, your body growing weak from his touch. but no matter how hard you try, he only tickles and holds onto you stronger. you try and boot him to get him to stop, but his reflexes are much quicker than your advances. he somehow avoids all your kicking and even tickles you harder as revenge.

“hey, baby! thought you could get me huh?” he giggles before lifting your shirt and diving his head onto your stomach. his warm kisses caressing your skin in a way that makes you feel like jelly. he laughs at how loud you’re exclaiming, the vibrations from his voice only make your insides feel tickled too.

“satoruu— hah— enougghh!” you exclaim between laughs and pants. he doesnt stop though— his attacks on you only getting stronger. you try using your hands to push his head off this time, but still to no avail.

he crawls off of you and clamps your legs shut between his arm, making you unable to move. “toru, what are you-“ you ask before his fingers graze the soles of your feel crazily. you cackle loudly, your arms flailing around like an inflatable man at a car dealership.

he flashes his adorable smile that nearly reaches his ears. “guess my baby really is that ticklish, huh!” he blurts. in an attempt to make your suffering stop, you try to sit up, but he only pushes you down.

“who said i’m done with you, huh, baby girl?” he comments as he watches you curl up like a worm. he admires how big you’re smiling, how your chest is heaving from how hard you’re trying to catch your breath, and how delightful your laughs are. your grin flashes under the light, nearly blinding the man on top of you.

moments like this makes his week so much better, and thats why he refuses to stop bugging you. you laugh alongside him, indulging in his avid attempts to get your attention on him and stripping it away from everything else.

your eyes swell with tears as your face is turning red. gojo’s fingers still running all around your body, and you’re unable to fight it any longer. he engulfs your face with kisses, his mouth even lingering around other parts of your body sometimes. his fingers continuously toying with every crevice in an effort to make you feel like all your bones were gone.

your laughter soon turns into panting from how tired you are. “ya finally give up, baby? can’t laugh no more?” he teases, eventually stopping his tickle ambush, yet he still holds you down.

“mhmm” you say as you nod and huff from exhaustion, a big smile plastered on your face. your cheeks have a slight pink tint, lashes wet from how hard you were laughing. he stares lovingly at you before he digs himself into your chest. he listens to how fast your heart is beating, how excited and exhilarated he made you from his touch.

you use this time of silence as a way to get revenge. gojo suddenly roars in laughter when you tickle his neck, down to his waist. he’s wriggling all over you and before you know it, his hands are back on you too.

i guess you’re gonna have to rewind that movie later when you’re done dealing with your satoru.

hope u got tickled by this fic :P #iwannabetickled

[gumikamo]

ty for all da notes.. lovu! more gojo comin sooooon

[gumikamo]

buggin’ ü !

hello everyone! m so borredduhhh

sorry for inconsistencies, typos, and grammatical errors!

your boyfriend, gojo, loves to bother you. wait— “love” would actually even be an understatement as to how much he enjoys disturbing your peace. you often wonder if he actually has a job, because someway and somehow, he’s always following you around like a dog, poking your face, and making unnecessary sounds that only contribute to the ever-increasing noise pollution.

a prime example of this is when you were watching a movie when gojo suddenly bursts into the room and pounces on you, catching you off guard. you aren’t even able to pause the movie before he places his hands on you and starts tickling you all over. “waaitt! toruu-!” you nearly scream as his fingers dance along your waist, making you fold into the ticklish spots.

you try to kick him off, your body growing weak from his touch. but no matter how hard you try, he only tickles and holds onto you stronger. you try and boot him to get him to stop, but his reflexes are much quicker than your advances. he somehow avoids all your kicking and even tickles you harder as revenge.

“hey, baby! thought you could get me huh?” he giggles before lifting your shirt and diving his head onto your stomach. his warm kisses caressing your skin in a way that makes you feel like jelly. he laughs at how loud you’re exclaiming, the vibrations from his voice only make your insides feel tickled too.

“satoruu— hah— enougghh!” you exclaim between laughs and pants. he doesnt stop though— his attacks on you only getting stronger. you try using your hands to push his head off this time, but still to no avail.

he crawls off of you and clamps your legs shut between his arm, making you unable to move. “toru, what are you-“ you ask before his fingers graze the soles of your feel crazily. you cackle loudly, your arms flailing around like an inflatable man at a car dealership.

he flashes his adorable smile that nearly reaches his ears. “guess my baby really is that ticklish, huh!” he blurts. in an attempt to make your suffering stop, you try to sit up, but he only pushes you down.

“who said i’m done with you, huh, baby girl?” he comments as he watches you curl up like a worm. he admires how big you’re smiling, how your chest is heaving from how hard you’re trying to catch your breath, and how delightful your laughs are. your grin flashes under the light, nearly blinding the man on top of you.

moments like this makes his week so much better, and thats why he refuses to stop bugging you. you laugh alongside him, indulging in his avid attempts to get your attention on him and stripping it away from everything else.

your eyes swell with tears as your face is turning red. gojo’s fingers still running all around your body, and you’re unable to fight it any longer. he engulfs your face with kisses, his mouth even lingering around other parts of your body sometimes. his fingers continuously toying with every crevice in an effort to make you feel like all your bones were gone.

your laughter soon turns into panting from how tired you are. “ya finally give up, baby? can’t laugh no more?” he teases, eventually stopping his tickle ambush, yet he still holds you down.

“mhmm” you say as you nod and huff from exhaustion, a big smile plastered on your face. your cheeks have a slight pink tint, lashes wet from how hard you were laughing. he stares lovingly at you before he digs himself into your chest. he listens to how fast your heart is beating, how excited and exhilarated he made you from his touch.

you use this time of silence as a way to get revenge. gojo suddenly roars in laughter when you tickle his neck, down to his waist. he’s wriggling all over you and before you know it, his hands are back on you too.

i guess you’re gonna have to rewind that movie later when you’re done dealing with your satoru.

hope u got tickled by this fic :P #iwannabetickled

[thatsallitchief]

The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe

[gumikamo]

HOLY SHIT

[gumikamo]

whiskey?

spoiler for s2 jjk! and this is js some random fic cus i feel like my writing is gonna rot again if i dont make smth ok bye

#dragpath #nanami

sorry for ooc or inconsistency or grammatical errors… im js bored af

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you miss your husband more and more after every waking day.

kento meant a lot to you— maybe too much, even.

the moment you received the news, you could do nothing but sit on the couch and stare at the whiskey he wasn’t able to finish the night before his departure. denial sinks in like sludge, slowly moving down your shoulders in a manner that felt disgusting. you tried your best to wash it off of your skin, but it seemed like it had tattooed itself onto you. every scrub over your weak arms felt painful, scuffing up your skin till it turned red. no hurt could ever equal to what he probably felt in his last moments.

finding out about his death was fairly quick to sink in; learning to get by without your beloved husband was the most excruciating and slow part.

every morning, he spends at least half an hour just cuddling you, basking in your scent and enjoying your presence before forcibly getting by without it for 8 hours. sometimes, you wake up and enjoy the moment with him too. but on other occasions, you stay sound asleep. your soft snores put him in a trance, delighted that you’re all his. he doesn’t mind though, as long as you’re the first part of his routine, he’s ready to start the day.

waking up nowadays feels like dragging around a ball and chain. your feet feel heavier, every move you make is sluggish, and your head can’t escape the thought of having kento away forever. you try to eat, maybe even drink some water, but it feels like there’s a cork in your throat. nothing can get past the black hole engulfing your appetite everyday.

ever since he left, you’ve never moved the glass of whiskey on your wooden table. all watered down, luke-warm, aromatic. you stare at the cup for hours at a time, barely even noticing that time flies by. you cant bear to pick it up either. it was the last thing your husband had touched before he faded away in the glimpse of an eye.

the night before he left, he mentioned how much he would miss you on his trip. constantly fighting and saving civilians would tire him out, and all he wanted to do was curl up in your arms till both of you fell asleep. you giggle, telling him that his fantasies will come true once he’d finished the job. you assure him, caressing his cheeks before leaning in for a kiss. you let go and he smirks as you fix his hair.

the glass remains unmoved, untouched, unable to be finished by the one who intended to drown out his worries behind the taste of oak and vanilla.

he would usually sit in his designated seat with a book in hand and alcohol on the table. you always found it endearing that kento had such a side to him despite his intimidating demeanor at work. you often wonder if he ever truly had that side to him, or did you bring out that side of him when you two fell in love.

either way, he’s on the other side now, just watching over you and admiring you from above.

kento uses his angelic capabilities to follow you around the house, seeing what you’re up to now that he’s gone. he sees you try to finish a cup of water, though you barely do before you’re coughing up. he winces, knowing that he was the one who constantly motivated you to stay hydrated throughout the day. he watches you rummage through the fridge only to close it in disappointment. he’s hurting seeing his wife in such a dreadful state. you used to love eating, especially with your husband right across from you. now, you cant even finish a plate of food.

one of the things that hurt kento most is when you sat alone at the table, doing whatever you could do just to get by. he imagined how many holidays and birthdays you guys had spent at that old piece of wood. your birthdays, anniversaries, christmases, valentines’. his brows furrowed at the thought of you having to spend those days all alone.

at night, he pats you to sleep, his still soul lays beside his hurting, sobbing wife. he hushes you to slumber, his heart unable to fathom the fact you’re crying by yourself and he can’t come to comfort you. he can only do so much as a ghost— even though he wishes he could do so much more.

it was truly tough trying to settle in yourself that you’d never see the little things your husband used to do for you ever again.

the morning hugs, the compliments about how beautiful you are, the way he covered any sharp corner with his hand when you’d duck under, the assurance that he’s only yours through and through, the smiles in every photo, the constant reminder of how grateful he is to have you for life. but little did he know, he had so little life left.

deep down in his heart, he’s grateful for what had happened to him. not only has he fulfilled his duty as a sorcerer, but his entire being fills with fear as he doubts that you’d still love him if ever he did survive. his burned skin contrasted heavily to his original tone, creating a perfect divide down the middle. he was afraid that if you saw him enter through the front door, you’d take a step back from disgust. you always complimented him, how he’s so handsome and you’re the luckiest in the world. what compliment would you give him now that he’s “ugly”? what kind of person would love a man who looked like him?

this didn’t matter to you though. even if you didn’t know it, the universe had set that in stone for you. you would have loved your husband despite his change in appearance, and you’d even be so proud of how brave he is for fighting against the pain and suffering he faced on the battlefield. you never saw what he looked like before he died, let alone after. all you can do is imagine how hurt he must have been, yet delighted that he was still able to kiss you goodbye before leaving.

you still try your best to get by everyday, your efforts inching closer to an adequate amount to get yourself going. you try your best to remind yourself that that is what kento would want: keep moving and dont be held back by what you cannot change.

be strong and never stop loving yourself for him.

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i hope this tickled ur feathers…

nanami is never ugly to me ☹️ hes the strongest man in the world! i miss him everyday he is gone and i wish he could’ve experienced his beach fantasies even once. long live the blonde king of the jungle

again IM SO SORRY FOR THE INCONSISTENCIIEEESSSS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS ITS LIKE 2 am

[gumikamo]

lost my urge to write fanfics when everyone started dying lol

[gumikamo]

halloween

omg hello tumblr imy,,, in my new phase and probs js using this to store random fics… anw #toji #jjk

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“toji, pleassee?” you beg, eyes big and round like a puppy asking for a treat. he just eyes you up and down before diverting his attention back to the berries he was crushing for his morning yogurt.

“please! all my friends have dates and i’m the only one without one. im gonna look like a loser.” you plead again. toji remains unmoved by your request, resolute on his disinterest in partying with random people in a public setting.

“what are you gonna dress up as, anyway? another bimbo from one of your freak fantasy movies?” he retorts, earning a big pout from you.

“no… i was thinking we could go as, you know, a cat and a dog?” “wow, doll. come back to me when you have something more original, m‘kay?” he laughs, finding your idea pathetic. you’re pissed off. you hate how he insulted your unique costume idea last year, so much so that you vowed yourself to wear something more normal this halloween.

you plop down on the couch in deep thought. you don’t want to go as anything else, though. you’ve already bought your accessories online. maybe even his too. so you just sit in desperate silence, no thoughts entering your head but pure annoyance at his mean comments. he notices it too. he glances over his shoulder to see what you were doing, being all silent like that. he puts down his spoon and walks over.

“have you thought of a new costume?” he asks, placing himself beside you, the couch dipping where he is. you slightly lift up because of the difference of your weight. “no, toji. that’s all i have. and i dont even have anyone to go with!” you exclaim, finally picking up your phone. he watches your face that displays furrowed brows and a frown. he smirks at your expression. he finds it cute; how youre so persistent on him going with you.

you scroll through your contacts, finding someone you could ask to the party. all your girl friends have dates, and youre the last woman standing. toji just has his arm laid out on the headrest, the tips of his calloused fingers lightly grazing your bare shoulder, and hes spelling out his name on you. you being oblivious, of course, you dont notice. he has you in a metaphorical headlock, but you dont know it.

his rough skin complements your soft, smooth complexion. he finds it endearing that even though you two have completely different features and personalities, you mix together just right.

after a few minutes of silence, toji gets up and goes back to mixing whatever he was making in the kitchen. “oh! ill just invite gojo! that guy’s always down for a party.” you blurt out, maybe a bit too loud. the name rings unbearably in toji’s ear. really? out of all the good guys out there, you decided to go for that fucker? he’s pissed, nearly bending the spoon in half with just his thumb. veins appear on his temple, and the urge to shout at you rises from his belly, up to his throat.

“no, you can’t go with gojo.” he counters. he tries to hide his frustration as much as he can cause he knows he has no right to tell you who you can and can’t go with. but he thinks this is payment for protecting you when you’re outside together. by “protecting”, he means standing over you with a demeaning grin, your body engulfed in his shadow.

“and who are you to dictate who i cant go with, huh?” you snark. “‘cus he’s fucked so many pussies, you could tell his cock is all floppy, y’know?” he laughs, the yogurt barely spilling out of the bowl from how angry he’s mixing.

“well, i don’t care about his cock. i dont want it. all i want is someone to go with to the party.” you sulk. deep wrinkles settle in between his thick brows, knuckles turning a pristine white as he swings the fridge open and slams it closed.

“angry much?” “you’re not going with gojo, doll.” “and who are you to dictate me around?” you argue with each other like you’ve been married for years. “you always do this, toji! you’re not my dad, let alone my boyfriend! im messaging gojo right now.” “as if he’ll reply to you?” he responds, nearly shouting, the anger bubbling rapidly in his mouth like he’s got rabies. “yeah, cause hes my friend!” “you think he approached you cause he wants to be friends? he only approached you cause he wants to fuck you. that’s all there is to that. and you’re too fucking dumb to see through it.”

your push each other’s buttons for fun sometimes, but not like this. your words feel like knives against each others skin, racing to see who’s blood drops first. and in the end, you bled out faster.

“you brat.” “i hate you, toji! who says i have to follow you anyway?!” you storm off to your room, slamming the door heavily behind you.

he stands in silence as he watches your aura fade away, spoon still in hand. how is he still mixing his dumb yogurt?!

you were never really romantic with toji. your everyday interactions always felt more like a hangout than a date. you cook, wash the dishes, and do the laundry; he folds the said laundry, cleans, and repairs any structural damage around the place. when you’re out having dates with your friends, he cant help but deny that he does indeed miss your warm presence. your perfume fills up his lungs, sending signals rapidly to his brain as if you were a drug.

you, on the other hand, accept that you do miss toji fushigiro when he goes out. you’re not embarrassed to admit it to him, especially when he’s squeezing his gigantic feet into his loafers for his date.

directly messing with each other’s dating life was something neither of you did. what you guys did do though, is discuss the date over a light breakfast the following day. someone will lay out the pros and cons, and both of you will come to a decision if the date was worth seeing again. none of your dates passes toji’s standards, and only 1 date of his passed yours.

a few splashes of yogurt are scattered on the marble counter, a direct result of toji’s lack of anger management skills. he scoffs at what had just happened. the words you threw, the doors you’ve slammed. it felt like a blur in his head, a memory he already wanted to erase before it even fully registered.

a pit opens up in his stomach, a black hole sucking up the anger and leaving a puddle of guilt. he knew to himself he had no right to shout at you like that, especially because he had already upset you by denying your invite. he didn’t want to hurt his roomie, but he didnt want to hurt his pride either. he paces around the kitchen— even reaching the living room— deciding whether he’ll say sorry or not.

“fuck this.” he whispers, mad at the fact he has to apologize, and mad at the fact he spoke like that to you. he sheepishly walks over to your door, feet nearly dragging from how sluggish he’s moving. knock knock knock.

“doll, i’m sorry for speaking to you like that. i-i didn’t mean it. you can go with gojo, but who am i to say that? right? so you should go with him. i’m sorry..” he apologizes, nervously even. he only hears silence for a while before you crack open the door a few inches, peeking up at him.

“what did you say, toji?” you whisper, your tone revealing that you’re still pissed off. “i said im sorry. i didnt mean to speak to you like that and i dont have the right to restrict you from going out with who you want to go with.” he repeats, voice even more shy this time. “i’ve just been hearing things about him, and…none of them are good. i dont want you getting hurt, doll.”. he admits, “you know how we are.”

you close the door in his face, a more gentle meaning behind it this time. he holds his breath anxiously, worried you’ll reject his apology and he’ll have to keep doing it over and over again.

the door finally creeks open and you plop right into his chest. he expected you to be tougher, but there you were, face in between his pecs.

you cry loud—too loud. his hands immediately began rubbing your back as if it was an automatic instinct he downloaded upon birth. he thinks you’re crying because of what he said, until you spoke. “no one wants to go out with me! im the only one without a date and im gonna be so alone and embarrassed. “ your voice vibrates against his chest, its sound waves even touches his heart a bit. before he can even comfort you, you’re already sobbing again. “and i don’t even want to ask gojo out anymore because he probably has a date already and he wouldn’t want to go out with someone like me!”. the last comment you dropped irked toji a little more than he’d like. though, he was a little relieved he wasn’t nt the only cause of your frustration.

“stop crying already.” he starts, grabbing your face by the chin and moving your face off his chest. his large hands wipe the tears off of your cheeks. “look at me, beautiful.” you look up at him, eyes all glossy from the tears you had just wept into your pillow.

“i’ll come with you, that’ll cheer ‘ya up?” he smiles, delighted that he got to make his girl happy, even if it was at the expense of his. your eyes light up at his words. “you only ‘sulked’ ‘cause you wanted to guilt trip me, didn’t ‘ya?” he teases, earning a light smack from you.

out of happiness, you give him a tight hug, arms wrapping around his torso. your hug seemed a little bit tighter than usual, a bit more sentimental too. and that doesnt go unnoticed by mr. fushigiro.

day by day, your matching outfits start arriving at the door step. headbands with furry ears arrive on Monday, cotton tails on Tuesday.

halloween finally rolls around and you’re both getting ready. a small worry sits in your gut for some reason, but you decide to ignore it. you sit in your room for hours, fixing up your hair and applying an adequate amount of makeup. from your room, you hear the coffee maker making its usual noises, the fridge opening and closing from time to time. you assume toji’s done getting ready. already?

you step out of your room, finally all dolled up and ready to party like there’s no tomorrow. his back faces you as he’s making another concoction in the kitchen.

“you ready, puppy dog?” you tease him, your sweet voice makes him turn around to face you. he eyes you up and down like you’re some sort of grand prize for being the cockiest, yet most loving, roommate. he leans on the counter, arms crossed, and a smirk sprawled across his face. your cute ears and tail add points to the charm of your large smile, he thinks. the makeup on your face only making you look cuter than before.

it takes you a second to realize he’s… shirtless?

“toji, where’s your shirt?’ you ask, looking around if he’s placed it down. “you didn’t give me one?” he responds, just as confused as you are. you both start looking around the place, checking under pillows and furniture. your dress was definitely too short for this activity, your bright coloured underwear nearly waving at toji to take a peek at what’s under the dress. he tries his best to ignore and look away from it though, but he’s only so strong so he lets himself indulge in a few looks.

“you didn’t really hand me anything, kitty.” he complains with a side of mockery. you sigh out loud when you realize it: this is what was sitting in your gut! you forgot to buy him a shirt for his costume. “shit, sorry toji. i forgot. i feel bad now. i made such a fuss over bringing you with me and i didn’t even prepare your costume properly. “ you frown, shoulders slouching, making you truly look like a kitty in defeat.

he just giggles before reaching his hand out “its alright, kitty. just give me a twirl and its made up for.” you hurriedly walk to him, heels clicking on the tile. he twirls you, hand-in-hand, observing every detail of your costume and every crevice of your body that he so badly wants to be his.

“you really wore bright pink underwear, huh?” he teases, pulling your waist close to his. you scoff and lightly hit his bare chest, making you a little flushed. “and why were you looking, puppy?” you say, grabbing the collar on his neck, making him choke a bit.

your faces were closer than they’ve ever been before, the tension growing thicker by each blink you exchange. you stare into each other’s eyes in silence, realizing this moment was a once in a lifetime opportunity for something new to flourish.

he pulls you in, your lips colliding in a fluid motion. you clasp your hands behind his neck, nearly tip-toeing at the big height difference. his hands snake down your bare back and ending up on your ass, even giving it a tight, loving squeeze. shit, he’s been wanting to do that for so long.

you moan in response, your tongues sliding against each other. his grasp gets needier by the millisecond. you werent complaining though; you really liked how bad he wanted you. you let go from his kiss to catch your breath and stop whatever was happening from escalating too far and before both your costumes are ruined.

he pants, pouting at why you let go. “baby, we have a party to get to. let’s continue this later, ‘kay?” you ask, running your hands down his bare chest, heaving from excitement. “mmhm.. yess, kittenn.” he whimpers, eyes still lingering around tour body. “let’s go?” his eyebrows raised. you nod feverishly, ready to rock your kitten heels and fawn over your gigantic puppy for a night you will definitely remember.

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bro im so proud of this shit no joke.. hope it was at least readable for u goiys….

[gumikamo]

announcement !!

hello to everyone reading this! as of lately, ive been SUPER inactive because of lack of motivation and time 😵‍💫.. and now im announcing my inactivity (??) in advance cause my schedule will be busy! ill still try to come up w stories even tho i havent come up w anything these past days??? 😭 thank u for reading and hav a good dayy <333 (request some story ideas cause ive been super lazy and i dont want to lose my writing skills 💔)

[gumikamo]

have an itto ❤❤

I LVOE ITTO SSO SO SO SO SO SOO MUCH THANK YOU 💞 i would do anything for this man no joke

[gumikamo]

marriage (thoma n reader)

hi oh also i made ayato a villain MUWHAHAHHAHAHA

(fem reader!)

Your wedding is grand and gorgeous. It's picture-perfect, movie-like, and happily expected by the Inazuma residents. You look at the view in front of you, the most gorgeous place in the whole Teyvat. From mountains to villages, from forests to the ocean. Everything was perfect, how could you be so upset on the biggest day of your life?

You were getting married to a "kind-hearted", family-oriented, and helpful man. What else could you ask for? All those ladies, wishing and praying that it was them who was getting married to your future husband. He was praised by all the land.

"Madam, you have a guest." A lady helper says as she asks for your approval. "Let them in" You silently speak, energy lost. She nods, letting the guest in.

It's him.

"Thoma!" Your eyes widen, running toward the man in front of you. He smiles, opening his arms, ready to embrace your hug. He picks you up and twirls you around.

"I missed you, so much." You smile at him, tears ready to appear. "Why aren't you dressed? You should get ready, it's starting soon!" You rub his arms. "I-I... I'm not attending." He says, visibly upset.

"Why?" "I'm leaving" "Where are you going?" "Home."

You breathe deeply. "Why can't you stay, just for a little while? Just until the wedding's over and I can bring you to the dock. Just for a final goodbye!" You hurriedly suggest. He's avoiding eye contact, and you can tell he's trying his best not to cry. Not on your big day. He would never ruin a day this big, especially if it's yours.

"I-... I can't. I have to go, now. This is the last boat that's going back to Mondstadt." He insists, but you still try your best. "Then you can leave after the wedding! It's just a few hours long, waiting isn't that hard!" You whine out.

"Please, {name}. I have to." He takes your hands, nearly begging for this misunderstanding to end. "W-Why are you leaving?" you ask him, shaking softly.

"He wants me gone." He spoke, tears running down his pink cheeks. "Who?" "Ayato".

What?

You couldn't believe it. Your future husband, wanting your best friend gone? "Why?!" You nearly shout in disbelief. "He says we're too close, and that I'm going to ruin the marriage. He wants me gone from your life. The other commissions thought so too." He mumbled, a complete utter breakdown waiting to happen.

But-? He's the most trusted housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan and Yashiro Commission! How dare they kick him out?! You never wanted to marry Ayato in the first place, you were just there to "show support to his family". Even Ayaka knew what this "marriage" really was. But without Ayato by your side, you were nothing but a moraless woman who'd achieve nothing in life. You knew Ayato would never let you leave Inazuma, for the fear of his own reputation being ruined. Arrange marriages were the worst for you, but you couldn't go against it. You knew you'd spend your last living days just looking out the window of the estate, wishing you could change all those wrong things you did before.

You loved Thoma with all your heart, and you were off better with him by your side. Not as a lover, but as a best friend, a part of your family, and a shoulder you could cry on.

He blinked slowly as his eyes were drenched with tears and his head hanging lowly. "I'm sorry, Thoma. I never-" He cut you off before you could fully finish. "Don't worry, it's not your fault." You cry in his arms.

"Remember to take care of yourself, okay? Take care of Ayato and Ayaka too. They'll be your family now." He smiled like nothing had happened. You cried even harder. You were unable to deny his wishes so you complied. A nod is what you gave him before speaking some of the final words of your relationship with him.

"I will, Thoma, I will."

He touched his forehead with yours, tears running down your faces like the leaves outside your balcony. They're falling smoothly, the wind caressing each side letting out a quiet whistle.

"I love you." "I love you too."

He separated the bond between you two and walked toward the door of your room. He looked back before you ran to hug him one last time. He kissed your forehead before fully exiting the room and disappearing into the vast world you were never allowed to enter.

hi guys what do we feel about this 🤨 anyway #stayemo

[gumikamo]

something I find really awesome is when we read stories, either short or really long full-fledged books, we have emotional connections with characters or scenes that cause us to feel different emotions. It's like we've shared a bond strong enough to the point it changes our mood and perspective. It proves to show that sympathy and empathy can be felt through words as well.