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in holy matriphony | series masterlist.

gojo satoru x reader [18+] | angst, fluff, smut

ᰔ pairing. fake marriage au - next door neighbor!gojo x reader

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is your extremely annoying next-door-neighbor who you're pretty sure is the most insufferable man you've ever met. given the fact that you exclusively work the night shift at a chaotic emergency department, just got broken up with your boyfriend of seven years, and have been taking care of your sick mother ever since her multitude of diagnoses, yet somehow your neighbor is the main source of stress in your life should speak volumes. but when your mother's medical bills start to skyrocket to more than you can manage, and you learn that said neighbor of yours has the best private health insurance in the country, you ask him to enter a matrimonial agreement with you for the spousal benefits all in the name of saving a few hundred thousand dollars. but you'll have to see if suffering cohabitation w him is worth any amount of money.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fem!reader, fluff, smut, angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), annoyances to lovers (that's more like it), small town romance, fake marriage, next door neighbors, lots of bickering, suburban shenanigans, slow burn, mutual pining, gojo likes to play house but you don't, hatred for the american healthcare system, gojo always forgets to mow the lawn, jealousy, an insane amount of profanity, some choso x reader, some suguru x reader, some crippling debt x reader; btw gojo in this fic is in his mid 30s n reader is in her late 20s

ᰔ warnings. reader in this fic has a sick mother w alzheimer's & cancer so there is secondary medical angst!!

ᰔ status. ongoing

ᰔ word count. 53.4k

ᰔ taglist. closed

☾·̩͙꙳ ao3 link :: header art by @/3aem

chapter index.

ch1. he said yes! congrats!

ch2. you may now kiss the bride

ch3. domestic encounters

ch4. in a mother's eyes

ch5. child's play

ch6. the in-laws

ch7. pending…

drabbles.

no1. new neighbor

no2. pending...

headcanons.

official headcanons pt1. fluff & crack | link

a note from the author. hello! my name is ellie, and this is my second long fic series called 'in holy matriphony' which i began posting earlier this year in april! this started off as such a small lil concept idea trashing on the american healthcare system, and now it's a fullblown fic. i have sooo much planned for this series, so admittedly it will be a long one, but i am so grateful to anyone that tags along for the ride :””) please let me know if i missed any tags or warnings! and for those who may want to know before reading, this series will have a happy ending <3

series tags. #in holy matriphony

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ she got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: he's always so confident and self-assured, but a couple kisses from you and he turns into a mess.

contents: fem!reader. kinda suggestive ending (inumaki's comment). you spend half the fic making out lolll anyways we love flustered gojo he's so precious :&lt; tagging @rinniessance and @rizsu to see streamer!gojo's latest shenanigans :3

author's note: this one was requested and i rly liked the idea sooo yea. i wrote it. shocking right?! anyways thank u guys for all the streamer!gojo requests, saves me the effort of having to think of plots ꨄ︎

"baby, what time is it?" satoru mumbles against your lips, holding you in place on his lap. the two of you are seated on his plush chair in front of his computer, and you've been kissing like teenagers for the last... hour? or two?

satoru tilts his head in to kiss you again, soft lips gently pressing against yours for the thousandth time. his hands roam over your body, and one rests on your waist while the other reaches around you into your back pocket. his eyes flutter open when he feels your phone, and he turns his head briefly to sneak a glance at the time.

"shit, i gotta start the stream in two minutes," satoru mutters. he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and leans back, azure eyes drinking in your heated cheeks and fluttering eyes. a smug smile slowly grows on his lips as you look away. 

"aw, d'you want more?" he cooes, reaching out and touching the side of your face. satoru gently pushes your face back in his direction, moving his slender fingers to your chin and holding it in place. you're all sweet and flustered in the aftermath of your makeout session, and every time he sees you like this, another part of his heart surrenders itself to you.

you nod bashfully, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you feel satoru's grip on your chin tighten. he pulls you in for another long, minty kiss, and you feel him smile against your lips. his hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck as he hugs you against his chest, which rises and falls in sync with yours.

"you're so cute," he murmurs in between kisses, eyes flickering back and forth from you to the time. "c'mon, honey, we have a minu—"

you cut him off with another kiss, which catches him off guard—usually he's the one leaning in. but no, you had to take him by surprise and throw him off his game. the little hm? that slips out of his lips when you kiss him causes satoru to go redder than you've ever seen him. 

seeing satoru embarrassed is rare—he's so cocky and confident that embarrasment is basically unheard of, but in this moment, you've got him. he laughs nervously when you pull away, wide eyes looking everywhere but at you and your cheeky smile.

you reach up and grab his chin, tugging it in your direction the same way he did earlier. "you know exactly what you're doing," satoru mumbles, pulling you closer and burying his face into your neck. 

"i have no idea what you're talking about," you reply smugly, kissing the side of his face. "don't you have a stream to be starting soon?"

satoru looks up instantly and groans when he sees the time—it's a minute past his start time, and that could cost him a couple hundred viewers. you laugh as you hop off his lap and into his bed, curling up under his sheets as you watch him scramble to start the live. 

"love you, 'toru," you call, wrapping your arms around one of his pillows. 

after a second, he turns around, a loading sign on his screen. "love you too, baby," satoru replies, face still noticably red. you blow him a kiss and watch as he pretends to faint in an attempt to hide his childish grin.

a soft ding then signals him that he's about to be live, so satoru spins his chair around to face his computer. he forces his usual collected smile onto his face and starts, "hey, everyone. sorry for the delay, just got... held up with something."

inumaki: u look like a tomato LMAO

yuuji-itadori: yea ur really red, are u ok?

satoru looks away, mumbling something about how it's just the lighting that's making his face look red. naturally, everyone disagrees and starts speculating as to why he seems off his game today, and eventually, someone gets it.

megumi-fushiguro: he always looks like that everytime he sees his gf wdym

inumaki: WAIT THATS IT

inumaki: he was def doin unspeakable things with his gf just two seconds ago. trust

you can't suppress the small laugh that escapes your lips when satoru stumbles over his words at the comments, face redder than ever. "a-anyways, today i'm gonna— hold on," he cuts himself off by looking down at his phone, where a text notification from you had popped up.

love of my life: ur so cute :(

love of my life: but get ur shit together 

love of my life: im the only one who gets to see u like that (¬_¬)

angel

character: shinichiro

content: fluff, oh so fluffy, use of female pronouns, shin being soft and a simp, this takes place in the past when emma and mikey are still little children

synopsis: shinichiro finally gets a girlfriend but no one seems to believe him so what does he do? show you off of course!

word count: 1.5k

ive been meaning to write a shin fic for a while now and here we are hehe this is for all my shin simps <3

tagging: @softshiin @sanzuchi @shinscig

Shinichiro was a hopeless romantic, having rejected 20 times, one would think that he would never have any luck getting one to call his own. But one day, a higher being seemed to have heard his prayers when his eyes fell upon your angelic form, he swore he could hear chime bells ringing when he first saw you pass by his bike shop. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries to you to try and get your number, he was honestly expecting you to reject him there and then, but surprisingly, you agreed with that pretty grin on your face - one which he forever etched in his memory - and the rest was history. 

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nsfw alphabet with shinichiro?

ahhhh, shinichiro ✨😁 sure lovely, but i did include some sfw for a balance

A - affection Shinichiro is the best at affection. Maybe it was how he grew up formed him into the massive teddy bear, but he is all fluff with you.

B - body part His favorite body part of yours? Your ass. Nothing more. His hand lives there in public and a small, gentle slap here and there at home. Now for you? He’s a teddy bear, what isn’t there to love about him?

C - cuddles Uhm.. do I have to repeat myself? He’s the best. He actually wouldn’t hate being the little spoon, just anywhere he can get warmth he likes.

D - dirty secret When you’re away, he sometimes thinks about you and randomly gets turned on. So jacking off does it’s purpose and he imagines it was you. He gets into it too and ends up stopping before he overheats himself LOL

E - ending He is crushed when he has to dump you. He doesn’t want to! It wasn’t his choice! His life got bad, the money was low, and it was best for you to leave to get a more successful life. Seeing you cry those fat tears made him want to hold you and never let go, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to because he, too, was crying.

F - favorite position Doggy all the way. Will he do others, sure, but you both can get into it by hitting the g-spots easily and your moans send him over.

G - goofy Goofiest man ever. Doesn’t matter if you’re mad, getting knocked up, sad, he will crack a joke to see a smile or hear a laugh.

H - hugging Teddy bear = good hugs. And after a good fuck, he falls asleep with you in his embrace.

I - i love you? (do they say it?) All the time. He wants you to know that he’s here, maybe not at home, but he’s always with you.

J - jealousy He might get jealous a few times, but you will always reasure him that you are his and he is yours. Thats what you both promised, right?

K - kisses Normally a peck on the cheek gets you both energized enough to go through the day, but catch him when he’s tired and you get a kiss on the lips. The best of both worlds.

L - little ones So good around kids. Now, he grew up pratically babysitting his brothers/sister, but kids LOVE him.

M - motivations A kiss. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less, just a smooch. He loves kisses, and if it’s on the lips??? He is your slave.

N - nights with them Besides his gang and his bike, he loves spending time with you, and tries to anytime he can! Movie night with popcorn is a must, and a massage normally happens sometime in that time.

O - opening up Once he knew you and started dating you, he opened up whenever he needed to, and you knew you could do that right back. He would cry, get mad, anything to ease eachother was allowed and accepted.

P - patience He is extremely patient. Once again, it might be due to how he was raised, but he has learned that being patient is crucial to get what you want. Use that however you wish :]

Q - quiz (about you) I think he has a bad memory. Love you, idolizes you and your body, adores you, but can’t say when your anniversary is. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he can’t remember anything for the life of him.

R - remembered… The first time you saw his bike. Your eyes pratically had hearts in them as you eyed the decaling on it. From there, you heard his hearty laugh and instantly fell in love !

S - security So protective over you! Not in an obsessive way, but he loves you and naturally wants peace for you.

T - trying effort Tries so hard to make sure you’re happy. If you want to try something new, he will with you, and etc.

U - unfairness Teases you a lot. He just thinks it’s adorable to see your face twist when he says things opposite of the answer you wanted.

V - volume surprisingly quiet. He whimpers a lot, and those can get loud, but he doesn’t moan a whole lot. He does moan, don’t kid yourself, but whimpering and groans are more often.

W - would they be whole without you? Absolutely not. He hates himself if you leave.

X - X-tra headcannon One time he caught you trying to hump a pillow for any hope of friction. He had been gone for a while on a trip and you were needy, what could you say? But when he caught you, something sparked inside of him and it unlesshed a literally machine.

Y - yearning Similar to the others, he won’t beg persay, but he might ask every once in a while. Work becomes a lot and ordinary sleep gets boring, he might need something to really tire himself out.

Z - zzz habits As mentioned above, sometimes work slams him so far down he sleeps for hours and hours. You once even thought he was dead, but no, he just sleeps lile a rock. If he can, he sleeps.

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run away - hyunjin

— texts where you make the decision to leave when your boyfriend, hyunjin, says something hurtful, but you didn’t count on eight men that love you not letting you go.

warnings: light(?) angst and comfort

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Inspired by @//wake-uptoreality!!

I can't find the artist of these adorable images so plzzz tell if you know <//3

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•Zhongli, Kazuha, Diluc, Xiao, Albedo, Razor, Chongyun

•Ayato, Childe, Heizou, Xingqui

3:19 AM | haitani r.

haitani ran x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend comes home late and hurt after a long night out

warnings: fem!reader, unedited + written on my phone, prob lots of errors, petnames (doll, babygirl)

wordcount: 1.5k ish

“you’re late.”

three hours late, to be exact. ran had told you he’d be back at midnight the latest so at the very least he could give you a kiss goodnight before you fell asleep. your schedules rarely matched up—with his business taking place during that latest hours of the night and you having to be up early in the morning for classes—but he always at least tried to lay with you before you slept for the night, knowing you couldn’t sleep well without him. and he was always sure to be with you on nights before big exams for you.

like tonight.

except tonight.

“i know, i’m sorry,” and you knew he was, you could hear it in his voice and you knew it wasn’t his fault—his work was unpredictable and dangerous but he always did his best to come back to you.

“it’s okay,” and it was.

even if you could smell the smoke and alcohol from all the way across the room.

you sat up in bed, blinking blearily from your state of half-sleep, looking across the room toward where your boyfriend was standing, unbuttoning his shirt—struggling to unbutton his shirt.

your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing trying to do understand what was going on through your half-hazed mind.

he’s hurt?

“ran?” you asked quietly, taking in the red-stained white button-up that you could barely make out through the dark, the way he was tensing and letting out soft hisses every time he moved. “ran, what happened?”

ran turned his head to look at you, a wince decorating his pretty face and you forced yourself out of bed when you finally caught sight of the dark bruises decorating his chest and face, the blood smeared across his skin.

“doll, lay back down, i’ll come join you soon,” ran’s voice was rough and you shook your head.

“ran, don’t ignore me, what happened? i thought you were going to a club with rindou and sanzu?” you ignored his words, nightgown slipping off your shoulders as you rushed toward him, nearly tripping over the bedsheets your legs tangled in.

a wry smile tugged at his lips as you approached him, hands cupping his face gently, thumbs tracing over the bruises marring his cheekbones. he leaned his face into your hand, pressing his lips against your palm, “we were, had some unexpected guests. they got the jump on us, unfortunately.”

“the blood, is it yours?” and maybe it was a dumb question, but you were still tired and ran was always patient with you. so all he did was take one of the hands cupping his face, covering it with one of his as he tossed you a wink.

“some of it, yeah,” and his grin remained but the look in his eyes was pained and your lips trembled as your gaze trailed down his bruised abdomen, one hand slipping from his face to trace down his chest over his tattoos and the blackened bruises.

“you should go to a hospital, ran,” and it was a stupid comment. you knew better than anyone that bonten did not have the luxury of hospital treatment unless they wanted to find themselves in a prison cell the moment they stepped out of the hospital.

ran ignored the comment, instead leaning in to press his lips to your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, a shaky breath escaped your lips.

“babygirl, please go try to get some sleep, you have an exam tomorrow,” he murmured, bringing one of his hands to the back of your head, toying with your hair.

“fuck the exam,” you said, blinking back the tears stinging your eyes because you hated seeing ran hurt, you had only seen him hurt once before and it hasn’t been half as bad as this. “you’re hurt, ran, let me run a bath for you and then we can lay down, okay?”

ran let out a deep sigh but you didn’t give him a chance to argue, your fingers intertwined with his and you gently tugged him in the direction of the bathroom, squinting as you flicked on a set of lights.

you let him lean against the bathroom sink as you kneeled to run the hot water, fingers shaking as you glanced back at him through the mirror, watching him struggle to remove his slacks.

in the new light, the blood and bruises were all the more visible against his pale skin. he looked weak and haitani ran never looked weak. he was always larger than life, always the protector, always one to hide his vulnerabilities and now-

your throat was tight as you rose to your feet, making your way back over to him, kneeling down in front of him to help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

“i can do it,” ran’s voice was probably harsher than he intended, strained from the pain, from humiliation. ran despised showing weakness, even to you.

“please let me take care of you for once,” your voice wavered, looking up at him with grit teeth, trying to hide the worry pooling in your gut because ran was always the one looking out for you, and his brother, and sanzu haruchiyo, and kakucho, and he never let anyone take care of him—not while he was hurt, not while he was sick, and especially not when he was upset.

and he only watched you, lips flat and pressed together tight, and for a second, you really thought he was going to deny you. but then his gaze averted and both of his hands fell to his side, silently giving you permission to help him take off his pants.

ran was uncharacteristically quiet as you unbuckled his belt and slipped his slacks down his thighs, helping him pull his shoes and socks off before having him lift his feet to take off his slacks.

you bit your bottom lip, fingers tracing the tattoos decorating down his left thigh and the ugly yellow and green bruises surrounding them, gaze lifting to abdomen and the even uglier colors decorating his skin.

his ribs are broken.

“c’mon,” you said quietly, taking his hand in yours and rising to your feet again, leading him over to the now full tub. his face twisted into one of pain as he lifted a leg to step into the tub, a low hiss escaping his lips as he sunk into the water.

sitting on the edge of the tub behind him, leaning down to kiss the top of his matted hair, bringing your fingers to trace his shoulders. his body relaxed into the water and into your touch.

“you should go rest,” he murmured, “thank you for running the water for me.”

“i’m not leaving, c’mon, let’s get your hair washed,” you said.

“i’m not a child,” ran protested half-heartedly, but even as he spoke, he was relaxing into the feeling of you wetting his hair, gathering shampoo to massage it into his scalp.

“i know,” was all you said in response as you leaned down to press your lips to his shoulder, nails scratching his scalp, lulling his eyes shut.

reaching past him to grab a wash rag, you watched as the clear water began to tint pink from the dried and fresh blood staining his skin, swallowing thickly as you took another glance at his torso.

“you don’t have to do this,” ran said.

“i know,” you repeated, “i want to.”

from behind him, you watched his jaw clench, grip tightening on the edges of the tub, upper body tensing.

“ran,” you sighed, and it was all he needed to relax back into your touch, and you let out a soft breath, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“do you…” ran began and you hummed into his neck, “can i close my eyes for a bit?”

and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice and you could practically see his eyes drooping shut just from his tone. you smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“of course,” you said quietly, “‘ll take care of you, ran. get some rest.”

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