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hi guys! i'm in financial need right now so i'll be opening up commissions for fanfic writing where i'll write your self insert/oc, i'll be having 30 slots open for it — so if you're interested, send a dm and i'll send in further details.
what i'll write for :
- fluff
- angst
- hurt/comfort
- various tropes
what i won't write for :
- nsfw
- yandere
- taboo topics
fandoms i'll write for :
- jujutsu kaisen
- haikyuu
- my hero academia
- marvel cinematic universe
characters i'll write for :
from jujutsu kaisen :
- satoru gojo
- suguru geto
- kento nanami
- hiromi higuruma
- ryomen sukuna
- toji fushiguro
- yuji itadori
- megumi fushiguro
from haikyuu :
- shoyo hinata
- kei tsukishima
- tetsuro kuroo
- kozume kenma
- keiji akaashi
- rintaro suna
- atsumu miya
- osamu miya
- kiyoomi sakusa
- hajime iwaizumi
- tooru oikawa
from my hero academia :
- katsuki bakugo
- keigo takami
- touya todoroki
from marvel :
- tony stark
- bucky barnes
- peter parker
- loki laufeyson
- sam wilson
- marc spector
- miguel o'hara
- hobie brown
- peter b. parker
price per drabble : 15$
depending on what you request for your drabble, it will be between 1k-1.5k words on a minimum, of course it can get to more than that, like i said, it depends on what you request.
i really hope you guys can help me out, even if just by a reblog <333 and if you're interested in more details, dm me.
i think maybe we could spend less time thinking about things that make us angry and more time thinking about other stuff
YEAH EXACTLY HOLY SHIT
oh my god hes perfect. replace the faces on us currency with him
tumblr has gone wild for the pukeko!
hi guys! i'm in financial need right now so i'll be opening up commissions for fanfic writing where i'll write your self insert/oc, i'll be having 30 slots open for it — so if you're interested, send a dm and i'll send in further details.
what i'll write for :
- fluff
- angst
- hurt/comfort
- various tropes
what i won't write for :
- nsfw
- yandere
- taboo topics
fandoms i'll write for :
- jujutsu kaisen
- haikyuu
- my hero academia
- marvel cinematic universe
characters i'll write for :
from jujutsu kaisen :
- satoru gojo
- suguru geto
- kento nanami
- hiromi higuruma
- ryomen sukuna
- toji fushiguro
- yuji itadori
- megumi fushiguro
from haikyuu :
- shoyo hinata
- kei tsukishima
- tetsuro kuroo
- kozume kenma
- keiji akaashi
- rintaro suna
- atsumu miya
- osamu miya
- kiyoomi sakusa
- hajime iwaizumi
- tooru oikawa
from my hero academia :
- katsuki bakugo
- keigo takami
- touya todoroki
from marvel :
- tony stark
- bucky barnes
- peter parker
- loki laufeyson
- sam wilson
- marc spector
- miguel o'hara
- hobie brown
- peter b. parker
price per drabble : 15$
depending on what you request for your drabble, it will be between 1k-1.5k words on a minimum, of course it can get to more than that, like i said, it depends on what you request.
i really hope you guys can help me out, even if just by a reblog <333 and if you're interested in more details, dm me.
I got my four Sukuna commissions from @salsakiyoomi and need to gush about them <3 Her comms are still open and u can find more info to commission her here!!!
This fic broke me and then put me back together; SO SWEET showing how we slowly fell for each other in the Heian period (and the first kiss in this was SO ROMANTIC AAAAA) , and then SO HEARTBREAKING seeing him go through the grief of losing the only person he’s ever loved. He’s written so well and so in character with (of course) slaughtering the ones responsible for our death, but also not being willing to give up on his soulmate and being determined to find us again now matter how long it takes </3 IT HURTS SO GOOD!!! And the reunion is so cute, had me smiling at my phone like an idiot asksksksk
I LOVED this, I’m such a sucker for modern au <3 I love that he’s so flawed and constantly trying to keep his walls up, and how insanely hard he crashed when he got drunk. LITERALLY begging on his knees STOP IT I LOVE ITT!!! I’m sure once he’s sober he’ll be internally cringing at himself for it, but I love how vulnerable he is in this :) I KNOWW he’s so toxic BUT!! I am more than willing to deal with toxic when it’s from him hehe
THIS WAS SO SWEET!! Taking care of him and tending to his wounds after a battle UGH I am so weak for that… and how he only feels comfortable with us seeing him injured and will immediately kill anyone else who sees him vulnerable (He’s so dramatic for that ASKAKSK I adore him)!! And him hating how we call him “my lord” but being too stubborn to just tell us to call him by his first name is SO HIM!! And the kiss at the end is so intimate and passionate EEEE I am weak in the knees I love him so much <3
ENEMIES TO LOVERS MY BELOVED!!! I absolutely adore how he was such an asshole at first just to do a TOTAL 180 and become completely whipped >:) Him having a creepy scary grin during the wedding just to be at a loss for words later when he realizes he (god forbid) has feelings AAAAAA!!! I love it I just fuckin love when he’s in denial about his feelings it’s so GOOOOOD!!! Thinking he’s incapable of love but then falling headfirst into it and not even trying to look back yES!!!
the scream i scrumpt
clanhead!satoru with his personal little maid who has a neglectful husband, you.
god, he could talk all day about you. you're beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, a beauty of another world.
yet, that's not all that makes you. you're kind, thoughtful and sweet, always serving him his breakfast with a smile and a heartfelt joke that always manages to make him laugh, no matter how silly or lame it is.
he doesn't know that you're married, not at first anyway.
it's not until he has you cornered against the wall in his office, kissing and sucking at your lips so harshly they bruise, his hands roaming all over your body possessively like he's been craving to do for so long.
it isn't until you pull away, panting for breath that you look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours and shake your head, “i can't do this.” you tell him.
and for a moment, his world crumbles, “why not?”
“my husband he…” and he can't hear anything after that — your husband? you have a husband? how come he has never heard of this?
but then he sees the engagement ring on your finger and it all dawns on him — you do have a husband, and satoru’s sure that this scum of a man doesn't deserve you.
because if satoru were to have such a beautiful woman like you on his arm, he wouldn't go a day without marking you up as his — your husband wasn't appreciative of what he has.
or at least, had.
because, your scumbag of a husband doesn't deserve you, not when he's so neglectful of you, not when he doesn't please you enough, not when he lets you go to bed every night aching and longing for a real man.
satoru, however? no, satoru deserves you, he knows how to take care of you, knows how to please you, knows not to let you go to bed aching and longing for a real man to hold you in his arms.
that's exactly how you end up in satoru's bed, the both of you naked and him kissing down your body, worshipping you in the way you deserve.
he took his time with you, buried between your thighs as your moans filled the room, like music to his ears. his favorite melody.
he groaned at the feel of you around him, so tight and warm and welcoming that he could stay like that forever.
satoru knew how to make you feel good, and he was going to take full advantage of that.
because your husband didn't deserve you, but satoru? satoru did.
ex! nanami who comes to you drunk.
it was a mistake, really. he shouldn't have let satoru convince him to go out for drinks, and he shouldn't have drank so much, and most of all, he shouldn't have come to you at three am, drunk out of his mind.
you were awake, of course. nanami knew that you’d be awake, and maybe that's part of the reason he found himself going to you.
besides the fact that he missed you of course.
the knocks that come at your door are languid and soft, you almost think you imagined it but nope, they come again and this time you sure you heard it.
you get up and head towards the door quietly, before opening it just an inch to see who it is, only to be met with a familiar mop of blonde hair.
nanami looks at you and your breath hitches because he's as beautiful as you remember — although he looks a little unkempt, with his tie loosened and his hair a mess with red blooming on his cheeks, and god, you could kiss him right now.
no, nope. you shouldn't be thinking like that, he's your ex now.
“nanami.” you utter out and he tries to pretend that the usage of his last name doesn't send a pang through his heart.
“y/n.” he says, looking at you with those stupidly beautiful brown eyes of his that you can't possibly resist.
“what-what are you doing here?!” you exclaim, sort of agitated that he came to your apartment at three am, “and — oh my god, are you drunk?”
he gulps, “sort of. can i come in?”
you hesitate. the logical thing would be to tell him no, that he wasn't allowed at your place anymore and that he wasn't welcome to your hospitality, that the both of you were an old story now. but the emotional thing? the emotional thing would be to let him in and take care of him, shower him and get him into more comfortable clothes and —
“okay.” you say, opening the door wider for him to come in.
he stumbles in, and you help support him and god, just feeling the warmth of his body against yours brings back old memories that you've long since buried.
you guide him to the couch where he plops down on it.
“what got you so out of character?” you ask, almost shyly as you shift from one foot to another, trying not to look at his lips.
“gojo.” he simply says, sighing.
“...right.” you mumble, unsure of what to say before you quickly head to the kitchen, ignoring your racing heart.
nanami, on the other hand? he's definitely having cardiac arrest.
because you look as ethereal and soft as he remembered — of other-worldly beauty that he could not comprehend yet he sees you as you approach him with a glass of water in your hand.
“here.” you say, handing it to him and he gulps, his fingers brushing against your knuckles so subtly yet enough to make his heart flutter.
he doesn't know what made him come to you — maybe it was the fact gojo ditched him, or the fact you lived so close to the bar he was at, or maybe the simple fact that he just missed you, and longed to see you again.
he gulps down the water, trying to keep his eyes off of you.
a few moments of silence pass and he can feel your gaze boring into him.
“i can tell you have something to say.” he mumbles, finally looking up to meet your gaze as you shyly look away — he smiles at your bashful self, “what is it you have to say?”
“uhm…” you stammer, “just, uh, what brought you here?”
nanami stiffens but he knows you'd emerge an answer, after all, it's been almost nine months since your initial break up, and this is the first time he ever broke ‘no contact.’
“right.” he mutters, “just…had nowhere else to go.”
“oh.” you utter — it's a blatant lie, you know that, and you know it was just a stupid excuse to see you, yet you don't call him out on it.
after all, maybe, just maybe you wanted to see him too.
“right, oh.” he hums, getting up from the couch, “i should probably go.”
“no!” you blurt out before you could think.
“...no?” he questions, raising an eyebrow.
“just, uhm…” you stutter, fiddling with your fingers, “it's pretty late and quiet out there, and uh, you have nowhere else to go and uhm, y'know —” you cut yourself out, sighing, “just stay the night, nanami.”
he chuckles to himself — you've always been a stuttering mess whenever you were shy or so, and this was definitely one of those occasions.
“right, of course.”
nanami thinks that he misses you, like a lot, more than he can describe. but he also knows that this entire break up was his fault.
if only he hadn't overworked so much, then maybe things would be different now.
“thank you,” nanami finally says after a moment, “for your hospitality.”
“don't thank me.” you mumble, “just make yourself comfortable, okay?”
“...okay.”
“goodnight.” you say softly.
nanami smiles, “goodnight.”
he may have lost you for the long term, but for tonight? he'll just dwell on this interaction, because at least he got to see you one more time.
one more time before he went off to shibuya.
but he promises himself, he promises himself that after he's done with whatever in shibuya, he’ll come back to you.
he'll make you his again.
tagging : @deathofacupid since you asked me to tag u babes :3 <33
“i can feel your heart aching.”
sukuna states, looking over your curled up form on your bed.
he hears you sniffle, then your voice comes out in a shaky and wobbling tone, “does it matter? it's not like you care.”
he clicks his tongue, “foolish girl.”
what he meant to say was ; no, he did care, and that he will always care. but of course, his pride seemed to come above all else.
“now, are you going to tell me what's bothering you?” he asks, crossing his arms.
when you don't reply, he grunts, settling down on the mattress beside you. his hand grabs your arm, and he forces you to face him.
you whimper, quickly attempting to wipe away the tears at your eyes and he clicks his tongue once more.
“you're crying.” he states and you huff, rolling your eyes as you sit up, “what do you think?”
“don't jest with me, woman.” he warns, before shuffling closer to you.
his hand cups your cheek, tilting your face up so that you meet his gaze — he tries to ignore how the sight of your glassy eyes and wobbling lip tugs at his heart strings. he was the king of curse's for fuck's sake, he did not have heart strings for you to tug on.
and yet.
“do you plan on telling me what's bothering you?” he asks, and of course, his voice comes out soft, and of course, his heart is fluttering in his chest at the thought of whatever could've made you cry, and of course he cares.
curse you and your beautiful, doe eyes that stare up at him, and curse you and your beautiful, full and plump lips that always feel so soft and fit perfectly against him, and curse you and your stupid, foolish kindness and naivety that had him on a chokehold because you were so different from him.
you must’ve put a hex on him or something, he thinks. how dare he let himself care for you this much?
“woman,” he grunts when he gets no response, “tell me what's on your mind.”
“you favor her.” you finally say.
he raises an eyebrow, confused, “favor who?”
“yumi — or whatever her name is,” you huff, “the new concubine. you favor her.”
he scoffs, “that is what's bothering you?”
you whine, “i told you, you don't care!”
“petal.” he huffs, “i don't favor a measly concubine like her.”
“then why have you been spending so much time with her? you've barely called me to your chambers those past three weeks.” you say, and god, when you look at him with those tearful and big eyes of yours. all he wants to do is get on his knees and worship you, show you just how much he truly favors you.
“i didn't think about it that way,” he finally says instead, shrugging, “i didn't think it would…hurt you.”
“of course it'd hurt me!” you exclaim, “you-you always told me about how i was your favorite, and now that there is a new concubine in the picture, you suddenly favor her?”
“that's not true.” he says with a scowl, “i've always favored you, and you know that.”
“then prove it.” you say sternly, “prove to me that i'm your favorite.”
he scoffs, “goddammit woman, i'll get rid of the whole harem if that's what you want.”
your eyes widen and your mouth falls open, “...really?”
he rolls his eyes, “yes.” he says, then quietly, almost bashfully, he asks : “would that make you happy?”
you look down at your fingers, fiddling with them, “...yes.” you murmur.
“good.” he huffs, “now wipe away those pathetic tears of yours and quit your whining.”
you laugh, wiping down your face with your hands, “oh, ‘kuna.” you coo, “you've gone soft.”
“i have not.” he hisses.
but oh, he has. actually, he's always been soft for you — damn hex you put on him.
“sure.” you giggle.
he huffs, then he slowly pushes you back down on the mattress and he hovers over you, his hands on either side of your body, “let me just show you how much i favor you.”
that night, he spends it worshipping you.
typical.
toji thinks it's the irony of his life — to have everything go against anything he ever planned to happen.
and it's typical, how you are so fucking stupid, you can't catch on to the hints he's been dropping left and right, because of course life is cruel and hates him.
he's listening to you babble on and on about marriage and love, and he's trying so hard not to slap you and scream at you that he loves you.
“i don't think i'll ever find someone.” you sigh, slumping down on the couch with a defeated look on your face.
and then toji loses it.
“idiot.” he hisses, “i'm right here.”
and of course, like the idiot you are, you let out a dumbfounded, “huh?”
he face palms, “goddammit, y/n.” he groans, “i like you, you idiot.”
your eyes widen and your mouth falls open, and you let out a surprised, “oh.”
“yeah, oh.” he huffs, leaning back against the couch cushions.
“uhm…” you stammer, “i like you too, toji.” you mumble shyly.
toji feels the warmth spreading to his cheeks and for once in his life, things go as planned — you actually do like him back.
he grins, “then kiss me.”
“w-what?” you utter out.
he shuffles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you impossibly closer, until his face is inches away from yours.
“i said, kiss me.”
you don't need to be told any more times than that — you kiss him.
you press your lips to his in what comes off as a soft peck, quick and gentle but toji isn't having it, he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss until he can taste the cherry lip balm that you have on his tongue.
after a moment, you pull away, breathless as you look at him, that stupid, lazy grin still on his face.
“nice.” he whistles and you blush.
and for once in his life, things aren't so typical.
typical.
toji thinks it's the irony of his life — to have everything go against anything he ever planned to happen.
and it's typical, how you are so fucking stupid, you can't catch on to the hints he's been dropping left and right, because of course life is cruel and hates him.
he's listening to you babble on and on about marriage and love, and he's trying so hard not to slap you and scream at you that he loves you.
“i don't think i'll ever find someone.” you sigh, slumping down on the couch with a defeated look on your face.
and then toji loses it.
“idiot.” he hisses, “i'm right here.”
and of course, like the idiot you are, you let out a dumbfounded, “huh?”
he face palms, “goddammit, y/n.” he groans, “i like you, you idiot.”
your eyes widen and your mouth falls open, and you let out a surprised, “oh.”
“yeah, oh.” he huffs, leaning back against the couch cushions.
“uhm…” you stammer, “i like you too, toji.” you mumble shyly.
toji feels the warmth spreading to his cheeks and for once in his life, things go as planned — you actually do like him back.
he grins, “then kiss me.”
“w-what?” you utter out.
he shuffles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you impossibly closer, until his face is inches away from yours.
“i said, kiss me.”
you don't need to be told any more times than that — you kiss him.
you press your lips to his in what comes off as a soft peck, quick and gentle but toji isn't having it, he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss until he can taste the cherry lip balm that you have on his tongue.
after a moment, you pull away, breathless as you look at him, that stupid, lazy grin still on his face.
“nice.” he whistles and you blush.
and for once in his life, things aren't so typical.
