NOT SO INVISIBLE STRING — GOJO SATORU

synopsis: the universe has a funny way of working. gojo always knew he was destined to be with you and so did others. it just took some time for you to figure that out as well.

content warning(s): FLUFF! eventual smut so 18+ mdni, fem! reader, pining gojo (sooo cute), mutual pining, friends to lovers, unproetected sex, gojo calling you baby multiple times while going innn.

word count: 6.8k zoo wee mama... pls read anyway or i'll d—

“So, you’re not gonna miss me? Not even a little?” 

An arm was suddenly thrown across your shoulder, leaving you to bear its weight. The press of his uniform stuck to your nape, making his presence all the more difficult to ignore.

Fellow students bustled and sidestepped their way around you two, some even falter in their steps to ogle briefly at the scene unfolding before them.

“Satoru, move!” Shoko— your saviour— jabs Gojo’s side, urging him to budge, but to no avail.

He’s still tethered to your side, twirling around his diploma in his unoccupied hand despite your best efforts to create space between you two. “You’re literally blocking people’s way toward the gates,” she says.

It’s graduation day and the last day of school for the spring semester, bringing the school year to yet another successful end. It also meant that today would be the last time your upperclassmen would walk on the school’s ground as students.

happy mother’s day 🎀.

suguru wanted to make you a mommy so bad; that’s the only thing that was on his mind whenever he looked at you. how cute 

once the both of you were secure enough to have sex without a condom, it’s like a switch in his brain went off; he just had to cum deep inside of you in hopes of getting you pregnant. call it a breeding kink, but that’s the only thing that was in his mind when he was giving you deep strokes. besides your pretty face, if anything, it made him want to keep trying. 

whenever he was deep inside of you, all he wanted to do was cum deep inside of you with no regard for anything else. if his cum was dripping out of you, he was wasting no time fucking it back into you and making sure to cum again to fuck it deep inside of you again. 

no condoms were bought ever again; everything was bare, and he loved it that way. he could feel your reactions better, feel the way you were squeezing around him when he pumped his warm cum into you, pressing on your stomach so his cum could leak out a little so he could have the excuse of pushing it back into you. 

“stay like that... mhm, just like that.” 

pushing your thighs apart as he rolls his hips and pushes into you even further as your stomach caves in from the pleasure. his fingernails digging into your skin and your head spinning from how it felt to have him warm cum mixed with your fluids deep inside of your aching core. 

he knew how good of a mother you would be; he didn’t care if you didn’t think you would be good enough for them; he knew you inside and out and was going to make you see that, even if that meant cumming inside of you back to back. 

“tell me what you want. this is exactly what you wanted, right?” teasing you as he pushes deeper inside of you, your walls clenching around him as your toes curl and your back arches, your hands planted on his shoulders as he continues to dig you out. 

suguru knew this wasn’t something that could just change your mind over a couple of months, but it was still fun to be deep inside of you and cum inside of you, like he got his goal done. in a way, it was all in good faith, but he still wanted to let you know that you would be a wonderful mother, even if that meant fucking his cum deep inside of you. 

you found it cute how deep he was into this, so sometimes you would play into it to make him feel better, and he would get ecstatic, finding how you played into it sexier. 

climbing on top and telling him to cum deep inside of you and bouncing on his dick as it hit your sweet spot repeatedly and his hands trailed over your breasts, softly pinching your hard nipples. it drove him crazy when you did that, knowing it was selfish for him to want more, but he just couldn’t help it. 

he just wanted you all to himself, whether that was making you into a mom or not. he just wanted your pussy squeezing around him while he was deep inside; those lewd sounds of your wet pussy and his cum combining, chills crawling up his back—that's what made everything harder. 

suguru wasn't good at pulling out; the way your tight pussy wrapped around him had his eyes rolling to the top of his bed and the grip he had on your hips tightening—this man just couldn't resist you, and you couldn't resist him either. whispering in his ear how much you needed him to cum inside of you, not even a minute later, he was doing it.

maybe there will be a day where he cums deep inside of you, knowing he was actually getting you pregnant. until then, he'll keep pretending.

Staring ๋࣭⭑ ryomen sukuna x reader

Warnings: slight mention of murder, pet names (wife, queen, sun) - reader being a sweetheart, fluff, sukina being soft for reader, heian era

As the sun slowly crept above the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the land, a soft gentle breeze rustled through the cherry blossom trees that dotted the lush, emerald green hillsides of heian-kyõ. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of their delicate pink petals, which fluttered like confetti across the verdant landscape. In the distance, the gentle hum of bees busily collecting nectar from flowers created a soothing, almost meditative atmosphere

It was on this idyllic morning ryomen, the king of curses, awoke from his slumber, the warmth of the sun caressing his soft pink hair, he stretched languidly, yawning wide before blinking several times to clear his sleep from his vivid red eyes. His gaze drifted over to the figure of his beloved wife, the queen, as she lay curled up in a makeshift bed they had fashioned for her. Her swollen belly rose and fell gently with each breath she took

Sukuna showing you his love and appreciation on Mother's Day

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (female receiving), creampie, praise, pregnancy. Reader and Sukuna already have a daughter together, and reader is pregnant with Sukuna's second baby. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear + @/qqmaiztwsse. This story can be read as part 2 of this baby daddy Sukuna story, but you don't have to read the first part.

You wake up to the mattress shifting under Sukuna's weight, as he is carefully untangling himself from you, trying not to wake you up. You blink sleepily and watch your husband get up, unable to tear your gaze away from Sukuna's broad, tattooed back and the way his buff muscles move when he stretches.

Of course, he catches you checking him out and smirks that typical charming smirk at you as you are about to sit up. But Sukuna is quicker. He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek and pushes you gently back down on the pillow,

"Uh uh, no getting up yet. I still need time to prepare some things. Go back to sleep, darling. Happy Mother's Day."

You smile and snuggle back into your blanket, watching Sukuna getting dressed before he leaves the bedroom with one last look over his broad shoulder and an amused wink.

When you wake up the second time that morning, the lovely scent of coffee and freshly baked muffins drifts to your nose. And the loud chatter of your little daughter and Sukuna. You grin to yourself as you hear them in front of the bedroom door, arguing over who gets to wake you up.

"She is my mommy and not yours!"

"But she is my wife!"

"Oh, Daddy, don't be stupid! It's called Mother's Day, not Wife's Day!"

You hear Sukuna sigh dramatically, and you can practically see his amused grin and the way he rolls his beautiful maroon eyes in mock exasperation.

"Ok, ok, I will let you wake her up, princess. Do you have your present?"

preboyfriend!Dazai who, at first, thinks he'll just make you fell for him and then leave to make himself feel loved, as always. Little does he know what is he getting himself into. preboyfriend!Dazai, whos more afraid of you accepting him and taking him than rejecting him. preboyfriend!Dazai who fell first and harder. preboyfriendANDboyfriend!Dazai whos a shocked mess when you give him flowers or compliment his waist boyfriend!Dazai, who weeps of all he lost, all he's losing and all he will lose, including you. boyfriend!Dazai who finds peace in you. boyfriend!Dazai who finds human touch uncomfortable, as if hes touching a dead pig, but wants yours because it makes him feel alive. boyfriend!Dazai whos always the one to initiate physical affection, but is scared when he wants to compliment you. husband!Dazai, who's tired of being in control and just wants you to take him, but wont ask for it.

↬ɴᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ // bungo stray dogs

↬𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔

"Please come with me" you pleaded

You were asking your boyfriend to accompany you to shop for a dress. The port mafia was organizing a function and you urgently needed a dress for the function by tomorrow. Your friend was unavailable so you had no other choice than to ask your boyfriend, chuuya to accompany you. He didn’t seem too thrilled about it but agreed nonetheless and the two of you left your apartment.

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"chuuya, do you like this or this?" you asked while showing him two dresses.

One dress was a wine-coloured, sleeveless dress and the other was a short blue bodycon dress. Chuuya looked up at you from his phone. He thought for a moment before responding, "the wine coloured one"

"okay I'll go try it on"

You walked towards the dressing rooms and pulled Chuuya with you even though he was protesting. The shop was pretty much empty since it was morning. There was no one near the changing rooms so you told Chuuya to wait in front of one of the rooms.

After you put the dress on you turned around to look at yourself in the mirror. The dress looked really good against your skin tone and the wine-coloured dress hugged your curves perfectly. You were still nervous because it's been a while since you last wore a dress like this. It was a little revealing for you.

So you decided to ask Chuuya what he thought about this dress. You peeked outside the room, looking for Chuuya. He seemed busy on a call. Probably one of the mafia members called him.

"chuuya please can you see if this dress is okay?" You called out to him.

He mouthed 'one minute' as he was on a call but you pulled him inside the changing room anyway.

"I told you-" he was about to tell you off but paused when he saw you in the dress. His eyes widened and you could almost swear that there was a hint of blush forming on his face. He was mesmerized.

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"chuuya sir are you there?" the voice on the other end asked.

"y-yes uh I'll call you back" he said before quickly hanging up the call.

"Is this fine? do I look bad?" you asked him as he wasn't saying anything. He was just staring at you.

Chuuya was speechless. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, seemingly lost for words. He took a step towards you and grabbed both of your shoulders tightly.

"you look so fucking beautiful" he finally said and you knew that he meant every single word.

You couldn‘t help but smile widely.

Chuuya stared into your eyes for longer than usual before finally letting go of you.

"Isn't it too revealing?" you ask nervously

"not at all..you look so pretty darling," he said softly and placed a kiss on your forehead.

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"chuuya I'm ready let's go" you said stepping into the living room.

Chuuya was drinking some wine while waiting for you. He placed the wine on the counter and walked over towards you.

"you look so stunning" he commented while spinning you around, making you blush.

"aww thanks chuuya, you look handsome too," you told him while admiring your boyfriend's outfit.

He was wearing a white button-down shirt, black blazer, his choker and of course his pretty hat with chain. It suited his sharp personality, his whole outfit made him look very confident and sophisticated. He looked absolutely handsome.

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After you reached the venue, you and Chuuya went to your respective group of friends for some time. Chuuya was talking to Lippmann (let's just imagine that the flags are alive) and you were talking to Gin. A few minutes into the party you heard a huge crash coming from behind you. It sounded like someone was flung across the room.

You turned around to see some new mafia member on the floor and Chuuya was standing in front of him. Chuuya held his collar and picked him up. He struggled to free himself and was trying to kick Chuuya away.

"Not again.." you sighed and ran forward and tried to calm Chuuya down.

"stop," you told him but he shook off your grip and hit the guy again.

"Chuuya I said stop!" you yelled at him and he threw the guy back down on the group.

Now everyone's attention was on the three of you. Some people whispered things to each other while others were staring intently. You could feel the tension rising.

You pulled Chuuya outside before he could say anything else. You gave Gin and his other friends an apologetic look. Gin just gave you a small nod and the others simply smiled at you reassuringly.

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You walked outside with Chuuya in silence. The night air felt nice on your warm skin. You breathed deeply to clear your mind before turning to Chuuya. You were a little upset at him.

"Chuuya what the hell was that? You have to learn how to control your temper" You raised your voice a little

"Please shut up," he said frustratedly and kicked a stone on the sidewalk.

His anger wasn't directed at you, but at himself for getting so worked up again.

"chuuya-" he began but he cut you off

"Just shut up" he yelled at you angrily.

This was probably the first time that you’ve heard him shout at you like this. Although he was short-tempered, it was rare that he ever got angry at you. However, he soon regretted yelling at you when he saw your face. He realised he messed up. He wanted to apologize but didn't know what exactly to say. You're mad and rightfully so. You weren't wrong in calling him out like that.

"I'm going home," you said coldly after a long silence.

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You were going to leave with gin but Chuuya didn't let you. He felt guilty for yelling at you but didn't know what to say. You weren't talking to him at least not for now. The ride back home was extremely silent with you being more silent than usual. After reaching home you walked to the kitchen counter to get a glass of water. Chuuya followed you inside, locking the main door.

Suddenly you felt two pairs of hands around your waist. It was Chuuya's. He turned you around to face him and pushed you against the counter, his body pressing against yours. You were frozen in place. Your heart was beating so fast. He leaned close to your ear to whisper "Sorry"

Your lips parted slightly and your breath hitched in your throat as Chuuya kissed your neck gently. Your head was spinning and your knees felt weak.

"Sorry," he kept repeating again and again while leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck.

You felt his tongue grazing over your sensitive skin. Your breathing became ragged and you gripped onto his shirt tightly.

"chuuya.." you managed to get out.

He stopped kissing you and moved closer, brushing his nose against yours. His breath mingled with yours and you inhaled sharply in response. You were about to speak again but he silenced you. He pressed his lips firmly against yours and pulled you against him. Your heart started beating faster again, this time it wasn't because of his soft kisses.

His hands went down to your dress as he started pushing it upwards slowly. You could feel his hands sliding underneath the dress and running along your thighs. His hands clenched around your flesh a little tighter. You whimpered quietly at the sudden feeling of his hands on your exposed skin, it sent a shiver through your whole body.

"c-chuuya I'm s-still m-mad at you" you said in between the kisses

"I'm sorry" he pulled away and you stared into his eyes. You could see the regret in his eyes.

"I don’t want you to be upset with me...I promise I will try to control my temper... please...darling I love you so much.." he begged you to forgive him.

"fine.." you smiled and kissed him on the lips.

He lifted you and placed you on the counter. The items on the counter fell onto the ground but you didn't care, you just wanted to feel his warmth on your skin right now. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed your dress up even further.

"you look so pretty princess... but I bet you'll look even prettier with it off" he smirked playfully as he looked at you.

"no, I don't" You felt a blush creep up your cheeks and you buried your head in the crook of his neck. You could feel his chuckle reverberate through his chest.

"hmm..then let me prove it to you," he said and held your chin, making you look at him.

His lips met yours passionately once again. He slowly pulled the straps of your dress down while kissing you. You shivered a bit when the cool air hit your bare skin as you weren't wearing a bra. This type of dress didn't require one. He began trailing kisses down your neck to your chest while saying how much he loved everything about you. You felt so comfortable with him that you forgot everything that happened earlier.

His touch sent waves of pleasure throughout your entire body and you felt yourself melt under him. Your arms had found their way under his shirt, grazing across his abs making him suck in a sharp breath. His hands were resting on your hips as he continued trailing kisses down your chest.

"so pretty" he whispered in your ears while you blushed.

He laid you gently on the counter and kissed you again. Chuuya was lying on top of you and continued to press soft kisses all over your body. His touch was gentle, he seemed to know exactly where to kiss and what to do. Your heart beat rapidly when he kissed your lower abdomen. He continued making his way down your stomach and slowly slid the dress off, letting it drop down to the floor.

He traced his fingers over your thigh lightly. His touches were so soft and loving that your body was shaking from pleasure. Chuuya's hand slowly inched its way up and he started kissing the inside of your thighs. Your whole body was trembling from ecstasy.

"c-chuuya i-i..." you moaned, unable to form any words.

"Shhh..just relax princess" he whispered against your skin.

You closed your eyes as he took the last of the garment. His kisses had grown gentler now and his fingertips grazed your sensitive spot. You couldn't keep your hands still anymore, you were gripping onto the kitchen counter for dear life.

~ syoounn.. special gift..!

His grip on your thigh tightens, his fingertips pushing into your leg slightly as he murmurs to you in a husky whisper.

“If your attention wasn’t all on th’book then maybe I wouldn’t be sayin’ this, would I, doll?"

"Just one more page.." you said protesting.

Chuuya hums, “I’ll make sure yer focus is all on m’instead, Doll..” He murmurs as one of his hands drifts from your thigh, wandering down to pull your shirt over your neck to gain more access to your neck, placing more hungry kisses there.

“You look so damn good.. I can’t help myself..” he groans.

His teeth lightly nibble on your skin, pressing a hickey to your neck that’s sure to take a while before disappearing. He then brings his mouth back to yours, kissing you passionately as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, exploring it. He pushes one of his knees into the space between your legs, his tongue playing with yours.

He finally pulls away, keeping his face close as he whispers. “Damnit, Doll, you’re all I wanna think ‘bout right now..” He slowly lowers himself, his mouth now on your collarbones as he begins to suck on them, leaving yet another hickey as he begins to unbutton your shirt.

His lips then wander down to your chest, pressing kisses along the exposed skin as he makes his way down to your stomach. His tongue darts out to lick playfully at your soft skin, a shiver running up your spine at the sensation.

“Mmm... Doll..” he mumbles as he continues his path lower, moving his way closer and closer down to your pants.

“I can’t get enough o’ya.. I love every bit o’ya...” He murmurs as he finally reaches you, beginning to unbutton your pants. He pulls them off down your legs, exposing your form to him as his hands slide up your legs until he reaches your hips.

“I need more of ya…” He murmurs as his lips continue, kissing up your thighs, nearing a sensitive area.

He leaned back, admiring the love bite he left in your thigh. He moves his face closer to your centre, kissing at your core and leaving a few marks on the skin. His fingers spreading your legs wider.

Chuuya’s tongue then slowly painstakingly licked at your core. Pressing inside of you and leaving a teasing, experimental suck.

Chuuya’s eyes flutter shut as he tastes you, groaning lowly against your skin. Pulling you closer and pushing his tongue deeper inside of you.

He then leaned back, admiring the love bite he left in your thigh. He moves his face closer to your centre, kissing at your core and leaving a few marks on the skin. His fingers spreading your legs wider.

He sucks at your clit suddenly, his teeth gently teasing the sensitive flesh. He groaned lowly against you, his tongue continuing it’s ministrations. His nails digging into your thighs as he continued to hold your legs spread apart.

Chuuya pulls his mouth away after a beat, panting slightly. He gazes up at you, his cheeks flushed a light shade of red. He leans down, pressing his lips against your thigh, leaving a lingering kiss on the skin there. “… You taste so good…”

"Chuu..." you moaned out.

Chuuya glanced up at you, his breath still hot and heavy. He pushes himself up on one arm, crawling his way up your body.

He places his chin on your chest and gives you a mischievous smile.

“Doll, I’m nowhere near done with you yet…”

Chuuya leaned down, his nose pressed against your cheek as he gently presses a kiss on your jawline. He trailed them lovingly over your jawline before leaning up to whisper into your ear.

“… ‘cause now, I’m gonna do things to ya that’ll make your toes curl all night.” He teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He pulled away and pulled at his tie, undoing it. In one fluid motion, he wrapped it around his hand and gently grabbed your wrists, looping it around them and tying your hands together. He gave the knot a small tug, assuring the hold was tight. His thumb brushed over your arms, making sure there wasn’t too much pressure.

“This okay, Doll?” He asks, nuzzling against your cheek lovingly as you nodded.

Chuuya hums, a smirk tugged at his lips as he gave your cheek a small pinch.

“Good…” He muttered, wrapping his arm around your waist. He then gently lifted your hips from the bed, his other hand gently tracing along your skin.

“Now relax, and enjoy the ride…” He purred into your ear.

Chuuya slowly pushed inside of you, groaning against your skin as he did. He moved his hand, pressing it against your stomach to keep you in place.

“…. Doll….” He murmurs your name against your shoulder, pressing a kiss there, then nipping back at the skin.

“You feel so good-… Ah… So tight and warm…” He groaned, tilting his head up to press a few lazy kisses on your neck and jawline.

Chuuya slowly picked up his speed, groaning in your ear. His movements became harsh and erratic, burying himself deep into you with each thrust.

"Ah-... Doll...”

Chuuya buried his face to the crook of your neck, leaving small bites to your skin. His breath warm and heavy against your ear.

“D- Doll…” His voice was low and sultry, hot breaths brushing over your skin. He gripped at your hips, holding you in place, and thrusted into you harder.

“Your body’s so perfect-“ He groaned, his fingers gripping your waist.

Chuuya’s other hand slipped between your bodies, his calloused fingers rubbing and grazing over the sensitive nub. He nibbled at your earlobe, his teeth grazing along the shell of your ear as he continued to move with you.

“… ‘m so close-“ Chuuya groaned, his pace becoming faster and more erratic.

"Hah-... Don’t move-… ‘m gonna-…"

Chuuya held onto your hips, keeping you still. He groaned, burying his face into your shoulder as his teeth sank into your skin. Hard.

Chuuya’s moans grew louder, his grip tightening to the point where you were bound to have finger-shaped bruises in the morning.

“Doll-.. Doll-.. Ahh-..!”

He groaned in your ear, his teeth still biting down on your skin, groaning as his body tensed over you. He shuddered as he climaxed deep inside you.

Chuuya held you tightly, his chest heaving with his breaths as he rested on you. He slowly loosened his grip on your wrists, undoing the improvised rope and tossing the tie off to the side somewhere in the bed. He kissed the shell of your ear and nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

“How was that?”

He asked after a moment, his voice still a bit breathless. He slowly lifted off of you and gently coaxed you to lay on your back, pulling you into his arms as he held you against his chest.

"Nhm.. it was good.." you said completely tired.

“… Good enough for a round two, Doll?”

Chuuya teases, his gaze heated as he looked down at you with a smirk. He pressed a few kisses to your temple, pushing himself up on one arm to look down at you. He wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you against his chest.

"Wha-.."

Chuuya chuckled at the look on your face, pinching your cheek affectionately.

“Did I stutter, Doll? Or are you too tired?”

Chuuya smirks down at you, running a thumb over your cheek. He pushed a stray lock of hair out of your face, brushing his knuckles tenderly over your face. His gray eyes focused heavily on your face.

You sigh.. as you just nodded. Chuuya grins down and places a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Good girl…”

He purrs out before his expression turns mischievous. He leans closer to your ear, his breath grazing over your skin.

“… Now open up more of those pretty little legs for me…”

▷ Someone Else?

Sypnosis . What happens when they find out you have a friend that’s a little too comfortable with you. / Pairings . (Separate) Nanami Kento x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader, Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Choso Kamo x f!reader. / Content . afab!reader, possessiveness, toxic men, rough sex, reader is oblivious to someone flirting with her, praise, overstim, degrading, non-curse au, dirty talk, filth, mention of squirting, spitting, etc. / wc . 7.8k

A/N: Nanami lovers are about to eat GOOD with this one & writing this cured my depression abt Choso. This is based on this anon req btw; JJK men finding out about a close male friend— not proofread, there may be a lot of errors… [MDNI]

★ Choso Kamo

“Mine, mine, mine, mine,” Is just about all Choso could grunt against your lips as he fucked you down into the mattress. “You understand that, no? You’re all mine, princess.”

Panting heavily, nails scraping at his back, pussy stuffed full of cum that was dripping out and down onto the bed so messily— Choso had you ruined all because he found out you had some guy friend who may have flirted with you today.

“Fuckin’ answer me,” Choso groans. His lips are right against yours, cock buried inches deep into your cunt as your legs remained sprawled out for him.

“Y-Yes, C-Choso-, fuck!” You moan into the air, eyes watering at how rough your husband was being with you.

His head tipped to the side, “Who the fuck did that guy think he was, huh? Flirting with you like you’re not my goddamn wife.”

“C-Choso, p-please-,”

“Please what?” He growls, voice just as rough as his thrusts were with you, “Told’ you I didn’t like that guy months ago.”

Like A Fever

Pairings. Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, bréeding, aphrodísiacs, cúmplay, needy desperate boys, oral (male + female receiving), spitting, overstimming, Geto is kinda mean, voyeurísm (Choso’s), semi-public (Nanami’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.6k

A/N. Gojo’s came out accidentally a bit fluffy whoopsies.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Like candy

“Ya better clean your act up, doll.” he chuckles darkly in your ear, lips dragging down your neck. “S’bad manners, y’know?”

Telling you to clean your act up when he was the one making such a mess of you? Oh you could just smack him for that little comment - well, if he didn’t have you folded in half and split apart on his throbbing cock, that is. 

And maybe he senses it - you wouldn’t be surprised. Because Toji’s giving a playful bite to your bottom lip, humming into your open mouth, “What? Got something to say to me?” As if to support his point, he pulls out - just enough that his cum dribbles down your shaky legs. “Had me eat that damn chocolate n’ now you’re giving me attitude?”

Only a souvenir from the way he’d gone so feral with just one bite, filling you up over and over until you were left wondering whether it was more the aphrodisiac or that Toji just liked seeing your poor pussy so overfilled and bloated.

“N-no.” you manage to get out.  

“Good. Because I’m not done yet.”

Minds (fake dating Chuuya)

The club you were in was mostly used by the Port Mafia for entertaining rich people’s voyeurism, certain business dealings, and getting high off drugs or abilities most would never even hear of. One could only enter with an invitation but your reputation preceded you, and even the bouncers knew to let you through, even past the VIP section as they whispered something into their mics.

The environment was stifling and disgusting, with people having public threesomes on sofas despite there being several rooms, the lights flashing too fast, and music that gave you a headache. How people could tolerate being there was beyond you, but the freedom they enjoyed was something you craved. You took a deep breath and tried to look for the executive, cringing when you’d spot someone’s ‘regions’ on accident, hoping his bright ginger hair would make the ordeal faster, sticking out like an angel. Finally, after some traumatising sights, you saw him in a booth drinking alone, talking to somebody in his earpiece. As you approached him, the music faded and you could hear what he was saying “…didn’t know about that.”

He met your eyes when you stood right in front of him, arms crossed with an unimpressed expression. “Right. Found them.” He took off his earpiece, and smiled at you.

“This is a rare sight.” He smiled as you sat down across him. Surprisingly, he had a good taste in whiskey, and judging from the bottle, he was completely sober too, which was a relief considering your plan.

“I have a proposition.” You placed the contract on the table, his gloved hands giving it a look, laughing almost immediately.

“Someone put you up to this as a prank?”

You sighed. You were prepared for this as someone from a rich family asking to get in a fake dating situation with a criminal. You spent weeks researching who to choose, terms and boundaries, and how it could be turned into a fair deal for you both. You met his eyes that bore into yours as he took the first sip of his whiskey. “You need my reputation, and I need your protection.” You spoke, both of you not breaking eye contact.

“Hm.” He finally looked away as he put down the glass, looking back at you almost immediately. “Is reputation all I’ll get out of this?”

You or your family didn’t have nearly as much money as he did, but were well known and respected in both the underworld and overworld as a dying but established elite business that sold handmade cigars. Unfortunately for you, the falling stocks meant you had to get married to your now ex, a horrible human with whom you’d spent every waking moment wishing to die. Any refusal would mean getting kidnapped and forced through their contacts at the port, as your grandfather was good friends with the previous boss. But what better way to avoid that possibility than by dating the very executive of that mafia?

“You get access to all my connections.” You tried not letting your desperation show, looking away from his eyes. “And um, if you’d like, you can get my shares at the company.”

Chuuya laughed at that. “Well, it’s a fine deal.” He added after some thought. “And I do need a date to the investor’s event.”

Investor’s event… the one he will be at.

You didn’t know when Chuuya gestured to the waiter, but a glass was put in front of you, Chuuya pouring in that expensive whiskey. You weren’t in the mood to drink, but he toasted to the agreement, signing the papers you handed to him. “Uh, sure.” You shut your eyes tight and took a sip, wincing at how strong it was. Chuuya let out a chuckle. You smiled back. Maybe this agreement wouldn’t be as intolerable as you thought it would be.

The next day, you met him at a high end restaurant filled with both mafia and your family’s business associates, trying to ‘officially’ announce your relationship. Eyes fell on you, fingers typing away on keyboards, as you hugged Chuuya, taking a seat next to him. You knew there’d be more perceptive eyes so Chuuya’s hand played with yours while talking, smile and eye contact unwavering.

“Well, ‘babe’, what should we order?” He spoke a little louder to make sure people heard. You drowned out their whispers with your own voice “Whatever you decide.”

Your acting was abhorrent compared to his, which could’ve won him an academy award in his debut film. You gulped, a little stressed people would figure out, glancing away, until he held your hand tight, making you look back at him. “Relax.” He whispered. “Don’t look at them, look at me.”

You nodded, as the waiter, most likely another informant came to take your order. “Your best wine, and… is the steak good with you, love?”

“I’ll just have the Greek salad.” Both your bank account and your nerves wouldn’t allow you to have a steak, as the stress reflected in your body.

“Doll, a salad?” Chuuya frowned. He seemed genuinely concerned, probably seeing the pallor in your face.

“I’m not well.” You faked a weak voice. “Probably because of last night…”

Chuuya seemed to have choked on air, coughing. The waiter too, cleared his throat, excusing himself and hurrying back a little too fast.

“You think they’re gossiping about that in the kitchen?” You joked, taking a sip of water. You knew Chuuya definitely didn’t expect that, as he laughed into his fist. “You’re really something, huh?”

After a while, however, Chuuya’s concern returned. “Why didn’t you order something nice? You know it’s on me, right?”

“I’ll return you the money when I get home.”

The waiter returned with the wine, pouring it as Chuuya kept his eyes on you, his chin resting on his hand supported by his leaning elbow. You both thanked the waiter and it did not go unnoticed by him how Chuuya simply couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He’s one hell of an actor, you thought as his eyes finally darted when the waiter left.

“When we get home.” He corrected you. “And don’t you undermine my chivalry with that. All meals and drinks are on me. Always.”

‘Always’ You hoped Chuuya couldn’t see the red creeping up on your face as you tried covering up by downing the wine glass whole, resisting the urge to throw up there and then.

Before Chuuya could say anything, you started to ‘panic-change the topic’ again. “Chivalry? Could you get any more cheesier?” You didn’t look at him as you realised your attempt at humour came out as a bit rude, refilling the wine glass again. But being as cool as he was, he joked it off “Absolutely, sugar. You just haven’t given me the chance yet.”

You shut your eyes downing the glass again, trying to ignore your tugging heart and worsening nerves. No, you told yourself you could not flirt with the guy you were fake dating. This was a strictly professional relationship.

Chuuya laughed again, seeming to enjoy the sight of you drinking one of the most expensive wines in the city like it was water. You hoped he didn’t realise how nervous he made you, but seeing how he toned down the flirting, he probably did. Having feelings, how embarrassing…

The rest of the day went perfect, as he drove you to your hotel, staying till you walked in, texting if you were alright from all the drinking and you realised he hadn’t taken a sip of the wine he ordered. You decided against your better judgment, strings on your heart pulling your fingers to text him.

‘Just realised you didn’t drink’

His text back came almost immediately.

‘Wanted to drive responsibly lol’

You smiled, laying down on your stomach, feet kicking in the air, as you propped yourself up on your elbows, already engrossed in the conversation.

‘Is texting and driving responsible?’

This time, his reply took a little longer.

‘Alright, you got me. I just wanted to drive you.’

Your face was red, from texts alone. Why was he like that? You knew better than to trust sweet words, and yet you couldn’t help enjoying that taste.

‘If you keep talking this way, I’ll think you’re really falling for me.’

You knew you were going too far, but you couldn’t help it. Your hands held more confidence than your lips ever did. Chuuya left your message on read and you couldn’t blame him. How was one supposed to reply to that anyway?

The next time you’d meet would be at the investor’s meet the day after, and Chuuya told you you two didn’t have to go since your ex would be there, but you knew him being there meant you had to go. You’d show them you were with Chuuya, and everyone would leave you alone. The more you thought about it, the more you realised Chuuya did not have as much to gain from it as you did, so you vowed to yourself to reimburse him somehow, someday, but for now you had to shamelessly take his help.

Besides, the arrangement would be over after that anyway, and you wouldn’t speak to one another, a fact that made your heart sink but you’d move on as usual, just another relation to lose.

You put on your most expensive clothes, your best perfume, and as you put on your stainless shoes, you heard a knock on your hotel door. “Come in!”

Chuuya walked in with a bouquet, dressed in an Italian leather coat, and a custom tailored suit from some French brand you couldn’t even pronounce the name of. He set the bouquet down, and kneeled in front of you, helping you put on your shoes. “You look gorgeous, doll face.”

“You look like my 8th grade mafia fantasies.”

Chuuya chuckled, still on his knees in front of you. “You’re getting better at fake dating talk.”

“Learned from the best.” You smiled, getting up and offering Chuuya a hand, which he took graciously, but his hand creeped up to take off your jacket. You looked at him confused and red from the feeling of his gentle arms pulling at you. “Oh you know, so I can give you my jacket later on.”

You nodded with an ‘oh’, he was truly very good at things like that. “Do you watch a lot of rom coms?” You asked, as you two walked to his car.

“Nah, just have a lot of experience.”

“With real dating, or fake dating?”

“With watching people get fooled.”

That was something you had experience with too, the world of business and crime being full of tricks and deceit. “Same. I’ve never seen real love. Everything’s just so transactional.”

Chuuya opened the door for you, closing it for you too after you sat, your eyes unable to leave him as he walked over to the driver seat.

“This may be ironic, but,” He looked over at you. “You’re the most sincere person I’ve met lately.”

You smiled back at him, “Yeah, you too.”

The rest of the ride was silent but tense, worries about your family and ex overcoming you. Chuuya, the master of making your heart want to explode, made things even worse by placing his hand on your thigh as an effort to calm you down. You felt like you were holding your breath, relief held back until his hand slithered back to the steering wheel, when you finally reached the hall, the whole building lit up, carpet on the path inside, security guards and valets busy in their work. The sort of environment you hated and associated with forced silence and stifled words that brought shame to your family.

Chuuya had already opened your door, teasing you with his sweet words as you zoned out. “You not only look like a dream, but act like you’re in one too.”

You apologised, grabbing his hand a little tighter than you should have and walking out as he handed over his keys to the valet. Chuuya didn’t seem to mind your tight grip, stroking your hand with his thumb, whispering his usual sweet words, that of course made your nerves worse. Him holding you closer and tighter as you walked in the hall of polished faces, fancy scents, and minds so different from yours.

Everything felt wrong. Everything was wrong, the feeling something bad was about to happen creeping all over you. Once you two were sure your ex hadn’t arrived, Chuuya left you in a relatively quiet corner to get you a drink to calm your nerves.

And as if waiting for it, akin to snakes, they chose to attack when you had no one beside you.

“There you are!” Your ex smiled at you, immediately grabbing your arm. Of course this was happening.

“Go away. I’m with Chuuya now.”

“Of course you’re not.” He replied back. “Why would someone like him date someone like you?”

Stop.

But he continued. “I mean, have you looked at your face?” You did not want to cry but tears fell out of your eyes almost immediately, begging him to stop. “I mean, you’re not even enough for me, let alone-“

“They are mountains above you.” That hand was pushed off your arm, Chuuya’s hand holding your again, fingers intertwined. The drinks he brought for you and him were spilled on the floor, and soon, so was your ex, bleeding from his head.

The good side of you wanted to call the ambulance as guests scrambled away, someone even screaming, making you laugh a little. “Thanks, man.” You smiled through the stream of tears that stopped as abruptly as it started.

Chuuya wiped the remnants of them off your cheek with his gloved hand. “You wanna get out of this mess?”

“It’s fine.” You smiled, taking in a deep breath. It hurt, and your ex was right, you weren’t enough for anyone, let alone someone like Chuuya, but you were worthy of friendship and the kindness Chuuya showed you. “I’ll find my way out.”

Chuuya looked at you, his head tilted slightly to get a better look at you. “And can’t that way be with me?”

You frowned, wishing he wouldn’t speak those sweet words. “We don’t have to pretend anym-“

“But I stopped pretending a long time ago.” Chuuya took off his hat, setting it near his chest, bringing your hand that he had interlocked with his own close to his lips. Looking back at his actions, when he texted you sweetly, comforted you, bought you a bouquet, he really meant it.

“But you gain nothing from it…” You muttered, realising the hall was almost clear. Chuuya took you away from the stench of blood mixed with wine, and to the sofa in the center of the room.

“Does every relation need to be about gain or lose? I just like you.”

“I like you too.” You replied almost too quick, before your thoughts could stop you. You didn’t care at that moment if it was part of some plot, and you’d be betrayed somehow, but focused on everything he did for you. Whatever the case, Chuuya defended your self respect, saved you from pain and humiliation, and that was all that mattered. Both Chuuya and you loved like stray dogs, loyal to whoever showed you any kindness and love, persistent yet proud and unwilling to sacrifice your pride.

“Then how about we go to my place?” Chuuya offered.

“Yeah. I’d like that very much”

——x——

Finished at 2am T-T

˚₊‧꒰ა skin — chuuya nakahara

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎. chuuya's acting different… but you brush it off and don't think anything of it.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈. fluff, suggestive but sfw, f!reader, domestic life, established relationship, implied dubcon, open ending, horror/mystery elements, wc: 2.5k

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈. i'm a bit nervous to see how this will be received, so pls reblog or drop a comment if you enjoy <3

the scent of freshly brewed coffee and your favorite breakfast food are the first things that you smell when you wake up. for a few moments, you think it’s a dream — when’s the last time chuuya cooked this early in the morning? you half expect to walk out there and wake up again later, finding that you’d never opened your eyes at all.

but when you roll out of bed, tug a robe over your shoulders, chuuya is there, a presence larger than life, almost, standing in front of the stove, and you are undeniably awake.

you wrinkle your eyebrows together, glancing at the plates scattered across the counter. in your two years of marriage, this is the first that you’ve seen such a display. chuuya isn’t a morning person, he never has been, and usually something quick is enough to settle his stomach for a while.

“chuuya?” you asked, sitting at the table, his back still turned to you. he’s fully dressed, hair falling in loose waves over his shoulders, burning brighter from the sun filtering in through the window. “what are you doing?” 

ᡣ𐭩 I LAUGH LIKE ME AGAIN (SHE LAUGHS LIKE YOU)

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: four years apart and the ultimate question is about to be answered: do you and dazai really still know each other, or are you clinging to a fantasy of the past? you decide to put it to the test with a game of wits and questions when dazai gets back to your apartment—but as the game drags on, dazai starts to wonder if maybe he was wrong. worse, if maybe he would prefer to be wrong.

Falling Tears

(BSD MEN REACT TO THEIR SPOUSE CRYING)

(GN!Reader)

We all know Dazai is one to shrug off people's problems as if it were a measly little thing that was nothing to fuss over. The casual “You’ll be fine~!” But we all also know that Dazai cares for you. He loves you. If you were to sob in front of him it’d send him into an overdrive of broken worry.

You were tired. Sick and tired. It felt as if everyone was shrugging you off of your problems and you ran to the agency bathroom because your throat closed up and felt water appearing in your eyes. 

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

You knew those footsteps. It was your boyfriend. Dazai. You immediately began trying to wipe the tears, imagining that if Dazai were to see he’d try to stifle his laughter because of all those times he waved off your problems and vents. Sadly the tears couldn’t stop and now you were a flushed mess looking down to avoid his gaze. It was piercing.

“Darling what's this? Why’re you trying to hide your pretty face from meee~?” He cooed tilting your head up, having a playful smile but it broke as he noticed your tears. 

“Oh..what happened.?” 

“No one listens or takes me seriously. Not even you! I’m tired. Go away.” You try to shrug him off but he grasps your hands pulling you onto his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He frowned, his face softening. “I’m the asshole for ignoring. I should've known.” Worry was evident on his handsome face and you flushed at his words. You really needed to hear that. As Dazai apologized he peppered your face with kisses.

“Next time slap me if I brush off your problems. I might like it if you slap me though.” He winked which you scoffed at, holding back a chuckle.

Chuuya, despite being someone who definitely needs anger management classes will get immensely suspicious if you were to get the tiniest bit of a frown on your face. “Are you alright?” He’d constantly ask and once you break down his heart shatters.

You collapsed onto your bed spasming a bit from trying to hold back your tears. You knew you could tell Chuuya your love about your problems. Though there was a thing inside of you that said that he would be forcing himself to comfort you so you kept your mouth shut silently sobbing into a pillow curled up.

You flinched as the door knob cranked open revealing your boyfriend with wide eyes as he saw you so disheveled.

“What's wrong doll?” He murmured going to you and sitting beside you on the bed taking his gloved fingers to stroke your back delicately.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t wanna bother.” You mumble back looking back down at the pillow you sobbed into.

“Tell me who did it.” Chuuyas glare becomes more pronounced as seconds pass and you almost chuckle at his overprotectiveness.

“I’m just tired.” You say averting your gaze.

“I can be your stress relief.” He stared and flushed at his own words, scowling. “Not like that! Like..my arms are free for you.”

You laughed and dug yourself deep into his chest nuzzling as Chuuya put his chin on your head, kissing it gently.

Ranpo Edogawa:

This piece of shit of an egotistical man will KNOW your sad but won’t do anything about it. He’ll brush it off like Dazai in a more childish way. “I have better things to do!” He’d say casually sucking on his lollipop. But those once closed eyes would widen at the sight of your tears coming on display.

Everything and everyone was so mean. Why can’t they just understand you're tired?! You’ve tried. So. Many. Times. To talk to your boyfriend about your problems but he’d change the topic with what he was busy with.

Thinking no one was here you buried yourself into your desk of the agency, silent tears slipping out your eyes as you took a shaky breath, hands trembling beneath the desk. You sniffled but then heard a drop of some kind of food. Ice cream. Splat on the ground as you lift your head to see your boyfriend staring at you wide eyed, his glasses barely holding on.

“What?” You say annoyed wiping your tears so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

“You're crying.” He said as if it weren't the most obvious thing in the world.

“No shit.” You rubbed your eyes frantically realizing the tears wouldn’t stop which turned into a sniffle fest and you averted your body from him in a fluster.

Footsteps came closer and you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind and a face nuzzle into your neck.

“Did I do it.?” Ranpo mumbled a childish tone evident in his voice.

“Your part of it.” You said between tears and then your boyfriend kissed the back of your neck sending shivers down you. You try to glare but he uses the puppy dog look to manipulate you. Damn it.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled averting his gaze.

You didn’t fully accept his apology but you did accept the kisses he kept giving you during this encounter making you flush.

(FIRST POST IN LIKE MONTHSOMG anyway)

౨ৎ 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 ┊you know a way to cool down during a heatwave and it involves chuuya.

it just hit 36 degrees in yokohama and chuuya wants to peel his skin off.

heat. clammy and humid, it glues the dress shirt right to his skin and trickles down his temple, haphazardly wiped off with an impatient, heavy hand. the dogs walking by the street pant and roadside flowers wilt, not even the heavy tint clinging to the windows enough to block out the scorching sun as he averts his gaze.

chuuya sits in the backseat of his designated car and thanks whoever is up there for the lack of traffic. any more than just a couple minutes in that fucking vehicle, hot and stuffy despite the air-con and he’d just about explode – he’s tired and a little woozy, regretting his choices to share a bottle of brut with the contractor he met up with earlier today. it is just about as unusual as the sudden heatwave, 'cause if there's one thing chuuya does, it's enjoying his liquor.

but after such a long work day, filled to the brim with dull and repetitive tasks mori seems to just love to throw at him lately, chuuya wishes he could teleport in a mere blink – right under the cold stream of your spacious shower, preferably, or at least to the bedroom, where he can peel his clothes off and collapse on the crisp, fresh bedding without a care in the world. 

or maybe you’d be up to take a dip with him in the rooftop pool and cool down after an eventful day… a perfect opportunity to try on the swimsuit you’ve been eyeing, now sitting neatly in your wardrobe after chuuya’s recent shopping spree.

yeah. he's definitely asking.

𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 ft Gojo Satoru

— Six years. He’s loved you for six years. He was too young back then but now he’s not. And he plans on showing you that.

᧔♡᧓ Semi Yandere! Gojo x Fem! Reader

᧔♡᧓ Content: age gap (gojo’s 21 n reader is 27), obsessive behavior, smut, pussy eating, porn with some plot, cheating while in talking stage, petnames, praise, breeding, baby trapping, manipulation, gaslighting

᧔♡᧓ A/n: reader always saw gojo as a brother since he was so young, and never really developed feelings for him. it was just lust taking over when they fucked

Six years of friendship with your current best friend. Six years in which her little brother Gojo has had a crush on you. Six years of you only cooing with a giggle as you ruffled his fluffy white head of hair before calling his doting nature cute.

Six years.

Six years that he’s waited for you, becoming more of a man for you. Working out, gaining experience. It was all for you.

You’re twenty seven now, barely any different since the first time he met you. Your soft features still as beautiful as ever and your body just as perfect as he remembered. He’s studied you over the years. Every single time you came over. Studied your patterns, your every move, your likes, your dislikes, he’d even gotten to know your type.