I HATE ABYSS. I HATE ITS WALL. I HATE ITS ROOFS I HATE ITS EDGES. I HATE IT ANGLES. ITS CORNERS ARE THE ONES THE FUCKING DEVIL PUT IN HELL TO DECEIVE AND LIE. I HATE ITS FUCKING PLANTS. I HATE ITS CONCRETE. I HATE ITS SITE. I HATE FLASHING ON ABYSS. I HATE ATTACKING ON ABYSS. I HATE SMOKING ON ABYSS. I HATE ENTRYING IN ABYSS. I HATE DEFENDING ON ABYSS. I HATE THE WAY ITS SHAPED. THE WAY IT SOUNDS. THE WAY ITS MADE. I HATE THE WAY ITS PLACED. I HATE THE WAY IT LOOKS. I HATE THE WAY ITS SPELLED. I HATE THE WAY IT STANDS. I HATE THE WAY THAT ITS COLOURED. I HATE THE WAY ITS DESIGNED. I HATE THE WAY IT LOOKS ON MY SCREEN. IF I COULD CHOOSE ANY OTHER MAP THAN ABYSS I WOULD SUCK GODS KNEES. I HATE THE WAY IT WAS MADE. I HATE THE WAY IT GOT RELEASED. I HATE THE WAY THAT ITS LEVELED. I HATE THE STAIRS. I HATE ITS BACKGROUND. I HATE BUYING ON ABYSS. I HATE COMMING ON ABYSS. I HATE CHATTING ON ABYSS. I HATE PLANTING ON ABYSS. I HATE DIFFUSING ON ABYSS. I HATE ULTING ON ABYSS. I HATE USING UTIL ON ABYSS. I HATE WALKING IN ABYSS. I HATE RUNNING ON ABYSS. I HATE SHOOTING ON ABYSS. I HATE RESSING ON ABYSS. I HATE REVIVING ON ABYSS. I HATE HEALING ON ABYSS. I HATE GETTING ABYSS EVERY FUCKING TIME. I HATE LOOKING AT ABYSS. I HATE LOOKING UP ON ABYSS. I HATE ITS HEAVEN. I HATE ITS HELL. I HATE LOSING ON ABYSS. I HATE WINNING ON ABYSS. I HATE KILLING ON ABYSS. I HATE TRAPPING ON ABYSS. I HATE WALLING ON ABYSS. I HATE KILLING ON ABYSS. I HATE GETTING ASSISTS ON ABYSS. I HATE DYING ON ABYSS. I HATE FALLING ON ABYSS. I HATE FLYING ON ABYSS. I HATE GETTING ABYSS. I HATE LEAVING ABYSS. I HATE SEEING ABYSS. I HATE ITS MAPS. I HATE ITS FLOOR. I HATE ITS MOSS. I HATE ITS LIGHT. I HATE ITS MID. I HATE ITS PLAYERS WHOEVER LIKES ABYSS UNFOLLOW ME NOT. WHOEVER WANTS THE MAP FUCKING TAKE IT FROM ME. I AM ITS BIGGEST HATER. I'D SHIT ON ITS VERY CONCEPT IF I COULD. I COULD GO DOWN TO HELL. FIND THE BITCH THAT FUCKING MADE ABYSS AND I'D STOMP ON THEIR DICK UNTIL IT LOOKS LIKE MAGGOTS BENEATH MY BOOT. I'D BREAK EVERY BONE IN THEIR BODY TILL I HEAR THE HEART SQUEAK. IF ABYSS WAS HUMANIZED IT WOULD BE AN ORPHAN THE WAY I'D NEVER LET IT HAVE A LIFE THE WAY IT RUINED MINE. DO YOU GET IT YET. I AM THE HATER OF ABYSS. AND I AM NOT ITS ONLY HATER I WILL NEVER BE THE LAST HATER. NO SUCH THING, MY HATE WILL TRANSCEND GENERATIONS AND MORE. IT WILL NOT BE A BOND OF BLOOD BUT OF A MUTUAL HATE ABSOLUTE HATE. I WILL RID IT'S NAME OFF THIS EARTH AND WHEN ALL IS DONE THE ONLY ONE TO SPEAK ITS NAME IS THOSE WHO LOATHE WITH FULL HATRED.
Kรถnig who once in a fit of restless boredom stamped and burned all the bones and precisely 33 vertebrae into his tired brain until he fell asleep at his desk and Kรถnig who is glad he did so because he's laying at your side manhandling and cracking all your bones perfectly for you as he massages all the soft spots in between.
Kรถnig who uses the information he's learned in a frenzy to kill soldiers of war quickly and precisely in battle but also to help his sweet little darling relax after a long day, twisting and manipulating your body perfectly as you let out those soft moans of pleasure.
Kรถnig who makes sure to never bend you in a uncomfortable hold, remembering how each and every piece of the human body is places so he can use his grip and prowess to fuck you even deeper.
Kรถnig who carefully positions your body after you pass out, making sure he isn't grinding any bones together or pinching any skin under his large body as he spoons you, tired and spent, satisfied.
Kรถnig who listens in full to your ramblings, eyes open and understanding at everything you say as that little bit of light enters his eyes in just the right way that makes him look doe eyed to make you want to kiss him.
Kรถnig whose eyebrows furrow in pure unfiltered concern when you falter, a few tears spilling out of your eyes as he feels his hardened heart start to quake for you, asking a, "What's wrong, Liebling, tell me, you know you can tell me anything, right?" When you think that you're being annoying by rambling too much.
Kรถnig who gently shushes you, muttering a, "Nonsense, Schatz. I love to hear you speak, Okay? Liebe?" As he picks you up, deciding it was time to head back to bed before he sets you down on his lap, trying to make you talk to him again with gentle reassurance and a hand on your back.
thinking about husbands who have a habit of running their fingers over your wedding rings.
whenever he would be working, his eyes would snatch glances at the golden band around his finger, symbolising your marriage and oath to live together forever and grow old together.
he would sometimes go into deep thought, remembering the day when you two finally exchanged vows while he kisses the band and holds it close to his chest.
His heart would giddy up at the thought of a spouse waiting for him at his home and sometimes he would even quiver at the thought of you.
Thinking about how there would be a stark change in his personality because now he can't keep you waiting for too long because he misses you too much
imagine how he celebrates a small "monthsary" with you by gifting you your favourite flowers or anything that you ever mentioned to him about how you wanted to get.
He would wake up every morning with you right beside him and he just can't help but feel a warmth surge up inside his heart, a shade of pink evidently dusting his kissable cheeks.
thinking about how he shares basically everything of his with you. starting from his clothes to even his shoes, pens, you name it. also how he would notice you feeling cold when you two would be out for date nights and how he would remove his coat and drape it over you shoulder, his scent, the familiar scent of that one cologne he always wears, wafts through the air and fills your senses.
Warnings ; Cheating reader, Gojo a sidepiece, overall a bit sad.
A/N ; mwhehehe... it's been so long and I decided to be toxic. never condone cheating guys!!
Gojo Satoru X GN!reader
You know it's not your fault when you just cuddled up between his arms. His big, strong arms wrapping themselves around you to your frail body. Right after an argument with your boyfriend, you came straight to him. Connecting your lips together for a short kiss, you can't help but feel giddy.
The man infact who was on your bed was a certain whiteโhaired teacher. You couldn't even be this close to him. Not when he's your boyfriend's father (not biologically).
That's right. Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer was the guy you had been cheating with your boyfriend. Oh poor, Megumi, he really thought you came over just for him.
"Babeโ you're here..?" Megumi replied, he had opened the front door for you. You found yourself outside of his house, smiling softly. "Hi Meg.." Your voice low in a whisper, it was the glint in your eyes as you spot the whiteโhaired man in the living room.
"Well, Im sorry.." Megumi let out a small chuckle. "It's okay.." He wraps his arms around you, pulling at your waist. "Mmm.. Come 'ere.." His head already buried in your neck.
That was when you and Gojo locked eyes, yeah... it'll just be your little secret with the strongest sorcerer.
Warnings ; Cheating reader, Gojo a sidepiece, overall a bit sad.
A/N ; mwhehehe... it's been so long and I decided to be toxic. never condone cheating guys!!
Gojo Satoru X GN!reader
You know it's not your fault when you just cuddled up between his arms. His big, strong arms wrapping themselves around you to your frail body. Right after an argument with your boyfriend, you came straight to him. Connecting your lips together for a short kiss, you can't help but feel giddy.
The man infact who was on your bed was a certain whiteโhaired teacher. You couldn't even be this close to him. Not when he's your boyfriend's father (not biologically).
That's right. Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer was the guy you had been cheating with your boyfriend. Oh poor, Megumi, he really thought you came over just for him.
"Babeโ you're here..?" Megumi replied, he had opened the front door for you. You found yourself outside of his house, smiling softly. "Hi Meg.." Your voice low in a whisper, it was the glint in your eyes as you spot the whiteโhaired man in the living room.
"Well, Im sorry.." Megumi let out a small chuckle. "It's okay.." He wraps his arms around you, pulling at your waist. "Mmm.. Come 'ere.." His head already buried in your neck.
That was when you and Gojo locked eyes, yeah... it'll just be your little secret with the strongest sorcerer.
note : not proofread drafts! this is a depiction of an unhealthy relationship. read with caution
"yknow, diluc, just sayin," you call out from the couch, perking the ears of your busy partner, "you can always take a break and chill out from all the work you're doing."
sounds of paperwork ruffle heavy with the weight of its value to diluc. he pauses, thinks, and continues. "i don't quite get what you mean." you groan and shift your stature to face him. "i mean, come and spend time with your dear partner, please?" with every word comes a breathier tone, and you hope it pulls him towards you.
it doesn't. "apologies, my honey, this is due tonight. it's crucial for the winery to keep running," his eyes take no chance leaving the mess of text and ink. "what about tonight, then?" your dejection spills all over your voice. silence. he takes a breath; "i'm heading out. justice will never be served for as long as those thieves do not face punishment."
"you've said that for the fourth time this week."
diluc sighs. "the lives of the citizens are important, love, you know that. their safety is important. justice is important." only now does he look at you; not because you need him, but because he needs you. he needs you to understand.
"more important than me, luc?"
thin are his lips as he presses them together- stopping himself from answering you. "there's- look, there are hundreds of citizens, and only one of you; i don't- don't you understand? we need to think of the people, i-" he stands and staggers towards you. "you know what i stand for, dear, you know what i need. don't you?"
now it's you who stands, toes curled into the floor as tension grips you.
"what about what i need? it's always been about you, where do i come in your life? who am i to you, diluc? just another citizen? hell, you'd treat a random citizen way better than you'd treat your own fucking partner, won't you?"
he pinches the bridge of his nose. "[name], listen-"
"i've been listening to you for so long, and all you talk about is justice and citizens and thieves, like you're a knight of fucking favonius. don't you know how lonely it's been- day and night all alone because someone's life revolves all around work and so-called 'justice'? it hurts, diluc."
fire swells up within him, and he shouts; "you signed up for this! you signed up to be my partner, even though i told you how important this work is to me!" his voice is thick, molten lava burning his held-back tears.
"if you can't stand the way i live, then just leave." a crack in his voice substitutes his hesitation. all tension that held your bones rigid shoot straight for your heart. of course. of course he'd pick his work over you. of course he'd pick the people over you.
"fine," you whisper, except it comes out as a croak instead. he staggers, like he's shocked.
"only if it means you'll treat me better than you do now." he stammers, like he wants to stop you.
"[name], wait- i didn't mean that," you shift back when his hand reaches for your shoulder. "you never meant anything you said to me, diluc. i get it now." you shift back further without prompt.
every word you say; every step you take puts out and reignites the rage in his heart. in his throat. "i don't- you're just being irrational now." "and you're not?! you just fucking told me to leave because i asked you to take a break. get a grip, diluc."
you tug your ring off your finger. the ring he bought you- and so expensively etched his vow into. 'i will always protect you', it says. he said it better, you remember.
"this is for you, [name]." in your palm unromantically slipped a ring which you didn't see, because your eyes were on your partner whose sheepish face turned as red as his hair.
"it is.. to always remind you of me," he mumbles, eyes not meeting yours. "if you ever feel alone, i will always be there for you. wherever you are, i will always protect you. i.."-
the memory trails off with the tear that trails down your cheek.
hi helloo it's been so long, I've been so busy with school.. new grade new me ykwim anywhooo I can't promise I'll be super duper active but I'll try to be active on here teeheee :3 life has been wild so just yolo it loll
