#Dividers by fairytopea

[v1iper]

Sorry guys I haven’t been responding or like online as much, I just haven’t felt like posting lol, I hope you guys can forgive me for being a bad girl :(

[fairy-angel222]

𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒

—how risky they’re willing to get in public, from least to most

₊ ⊹ ft. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna

₊ ⊹ cw: smut, public sex, fingering, public vibrator, bathroom sex, hair pulling, choking, face fucking, cock warming, handjobs, degradation, praise, things that i’d be scared of irl

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓: 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀��𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

He loves small acts of affection like holding your hand as you walk through the mall. Keeping you close by his side when he notices how people are eyeing you.

Pulling you into store after store to let you pick out anything you wanted with his hand on the small of your back. Allowing you to peck him softly when you found the perfect dress.

He lets you pull him into the dressing room. Trying his hardest to look away because you know what you’ll do to him. It’s just your way of teasing.

“Kento.. does this look nice?”

Nanami clears his throat, allowing himself to glance down at you only to see you completely naked. Having discarded of your previous outfit, underwear included, to try in the dress.

He chuckled deeply, cheeks turning a light hue of red as he shook his head. “Beautiful.” He watched as you finally slipped on the dress, looking absolutely stunning as he stuttered out a breathy compliment.

He kisses your forehead when you two are leaving the store, the bags in his hands feeling like lightweight as he extends an elbow for you to hook yours into. A small smirk on his face as people continued to eye you. Both in want and in jealousy.

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

He loves teasing you in public, convincing you to wear a vibrator when you two step out. Your legs trembly beneath you as you held onto his arm tightly for support. Each shaky step making you whimper under your breath as the toy brushes against your g spot.

“Suguruu, i can’t.” You mumble into his chest with a moan. Pretending to hug him so you could finally let out some of those adorable noises that he loved to hear.

Geto smirked, letting his hand run down your waist before patting your ass twice. “Come on, don’t want people to figure you out now do you? You look like you’re about to have a fucking orgasm.”

“C-cause i am.” You almost cried out, keeping the words soft for nobody to hear.

He takes you into a small restaurant to get something to eat. Asking for a seat at the very back so you could both be undisturbed. “Hmm, how you holding up there baby?” He asked with the tilt of your head, bringing his glass of water up to his lips before chuckling at the pout on your face.

You tried to do the same, bringing a shaky arm out to grab the glass before huffing in frustration. You couldn’t, it was too intense. “Suguru, please.”

“Please what?”

You let out another whimper, gripping the edge of the table tightly as the vibrations traveled through your whole body. Eyes welling with tears as you bit your hand to keep your cries at bay. “I can’t— ahh, i can’t Suguru.”

Geto watched as you trembled, legs crossing under the table as your eyes met his. Toes no doubt curling as you slumped against the table riding through your high.

“Well shit.. that’s fucking hot.” He grunted, cock standing hard until he noticed a waiter walking towards you. He was thankful that they could see only him and not you.

Your breathing was heavy, panting as you calmed yourself down. Jelly arms attempting to push yourself to sit up straight when Geto flipped off the switch on his phone.

“Good day, can i get you anything?”

“Hi, yes. Can me and my girlfriend have…”

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

Choso gets needy in public. Very needy. He started off with just wanting to touch you. Feel you. But it wasn’t enough.

He knows it’s too much to ask to fuck you. So he begs you to give him a handjob under a table. His abs tensed as your hand worked up and down his cock, using your spit to fuck him with your fist.

He tried to keep his whimpers soft, head buried in your neck as he drools lightly. His head feeling lighter and lighter as you sped up your pace.

“Hmm, does that feel good baby?” You whispered sweetly, your other hand running through his fluffy black hair as if it was just a normal display of affection.

“Mhm— s-so go-odd.” He moaned softly, voice cracking as his breathing became heavier. Hips thrusting up into your fist as an involuntary reaction.

You let him hold you. Seeming like an adorably soft boyfriend to public eyes. If only they knew that you had him on the brink of an orgasm.

His hold on you tightening when he felt his legs tremble. “Haah— babyy.” He whined, his cock twitching in your hold as your speed never faltered.

Holding back a smile when he groaned into your skin, cock spurting hot ropes of thick cum onto your hand.

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

He loves taking you to parties, and with every party comes hungry idiots who can’t take their eyes off of you. He likes to have fun. And he’s taught you to like having fun too.

He lets you do a little harmless flirting. Getting men hard thinking they had a chance, only for their hearts to shatter when you walked back up to him in a passionate kiss.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed down your neck. His eyes alone being the biggest punch to all of these mens’ guts.

“Come on.” He whispered, groaning softly before pecking your lips. “You know how hard you’re making me right now? Knowing i have the hottest girl in this fucking room.”

You giggled, allowing him to pull you upstairs to a bathroom and push you down onto your knees. Using his fingers to swipe your hair off your face with a dark smile.

“You know how happy it makes me knowing that no one else can have you. Especially knowing that i’ve corrupted you to no return.” His smile turned into a grin. Watching you unzip his jeans to let his already hard cock free.

His hand got a firm grip on your head, pulling it back to make you look up at him. “Open.” You did as you were told, parting your lips to let his spit fall onto your awaiting tongue with a moan.

You took his cock into your mouth, sucking harshly as you began to bob your head up and down. Your spit sloppily running down to his base as he began to fuck into your throat.

Groaning loudly when you blinked up at him innocently. “My perfect little slut, so good for me hmm?” His hold on your head tightened, quickening the pace at which you took him all the way. Your whimpers vibrating through his cock each time your nose pressed against his pelvis.

Neither of you flinched as the door flung open, the same guy from earlier standing with wide eyes as he watched the scene in front of him. “Well what are you waiting for? Can’t you see we’re busy.” Sukuna growled, the man scurrying out with a squeak of an apology.

Sukuna’s breathing sped up, his cock twitching lightly in indication that he was about to cum. “S-shit, love this mouth of yours so fucking much.” Pulling you off his cock and allowing his cum to spill onto your lips. Watching as you licked at his tip to swallow everything down.

“That’s my girl.”

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

You doubted that he even understood the concept of shame. Sitting you down onto his lap in front of many people with his chin on your shoulders. Glaring at anyone who stared at you for too long.

“What? Never seem a man and a woman before?” He spat, the girl immediately turning away from what she was truly watching, him.

You fight back a whine when he moves underneath you. His cock which sat snuggly inside you grazing your walls.

“Toji.. i don’t think this is a good idea.” You moaned softly when he jerked his hips up directly into you. Knowing just how to make his tip nudge that sweet spot inside you.

He hums, guiding you to rest back against him as he finishes whatever he was doing. The warmth of your pussy keeping him sane as you clenched around him unknowingly.

It wasn’t the first time he had you cockwarm him in public. Those skirts he warned you not to buy really did come in handy sometimes.

You watched as the place emptied out, a smirk on Toji’s face as there was noone around to see what you two were up to. “Now would you look at that,” he smirked, kissing down your neck with a small groan. “I can finally do this.” He thrusted up into you harshly, a small moan falling past your lips when he did it again.

“T-toji. ‘M so full.” You whimpered, he’d been stuffed inside for nearly an hour. Your pussy had gotten so used to him. Your hand came up to your mouth when he thrusted up into you again. His pace agonizingly slow as he teased you dumb.

“My girl’s so good f’ me. Letting me stuff my cock in her in public.” He whispered darkly into your ear. Looking around before lifting you off of him. Quickly slipping his cock into his sweats while your skirt fell naturally onto your ass. He sat you down beside him, shifting in his seat to block you from others’ view.

You moaned when Toji’s hand traveled under your skin, two of his fingers thrusting back into your sopping pussy before curling them upwards. Smirking widely when your thighs shut around his arm, your nails clawing at his biceps as he began fucking them into you.

The mean pace made you bury your face into his shoulder as your body shook. Your pussy already aching from the moment he had his cock deep inside you. Your eyes grew teary as your toes curled, biting into pure muscle to keep your sweet cries as bay as you gushed onto his fingers.

“Now, we’ll finish this in the car, yeah?”

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓: 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

You’re his girl. And no one should be able to stop him from having his girl. Him being cocky on top of it just added to his way of thinking.

He loved your pussy more than anything. And he wasn’t scared to fuck you when he needed you. Pulling you into any public bathroom to have his way with you.

He doesn’t bother to go into a singular stall. Stuffing his cock into you in front of the big mirror running across the wall. Your hands gripping onto the sink counter as his fingers weaved through your hair.

“Such a dirty girl for me? Letting me fuck you like this.” He groaned, pulling your head up so you could stare at yourself in the mirror. “Aren’t you scared of someone catching us baby?”

You whimpered loudly, small tears sitting on your lashes as Gojo’s hard thrusts rocked you back and forth. “Satoruu, so go-od.” You hiccuped, vision blurring as your grip on the counter tightened. Feeling your boyfriend lean down to kiss softly at your exposed back and up to your neck.

“My slutty girl’s so pretty, does she know that?” He whispered, watching as you nodded with a cry when he began hammering into your g spot. “Uh huh. F-fuck— she knows.”

You back arched, lips parted in loud mewls before Gojo’s fingers stuffed past them. Muffling your sweet cries before pulling you up against him. Your back flush on his chest as he continued slamming up into you. “Look at you. Taking me so well. Gotta hurry up and make a mess ‘fore someone catches us yeah?”

You let out a whiny moan, glancing towards the door before your eyes met his blue ones. Your knees buckling beneath you when he reached to rub at your clit.

“That’s it.. come one baby. Let it all out.” He breathed, other hand snaking around your neck as your eyes rolled back. Your body trembling uncontrollably as you drooled around his fingers. Your orgasm raking through your body as you squirted onto his cock with a silent scream.

Gojo blinked, a grin slowly forming on his lips as his thrusts became sloppy. Fucking into you hard and fast until his cock twitched against your walls, coating them in ropes of his cum.

You both jumped when the door was pushed open, Gojo quick to pull you into a stall with hand on your mouth and a playful smile.

[jellybonbons]

Playground Love

ೀ older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).

W/C: 1.0k

A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute ‘sitting on his lap would fix me’ but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.

"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"

“Are you sure about this? Don’t you think there’s a reason why no one his age is dating him?”

"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."

"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"

I love him.

At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envy—you faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.

But do you really love him?

The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?

You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for. 

"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"

"Why? Age is just a number, right?"

"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"

Oh, how naively optimistic you were. 

Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved one’s concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someone—his arms—who offered the fleeting promise of stability and security. 

“But he makes me feel loved and safe,”

“Does he?”

Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?

“Darling, can we talk for a moment?”

“Sure, Ma. What’s on your mind?”

"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."

"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."

"He's... older, isn't he?"

"Um, yeah, he is."

"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."

"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."

"I'm sure he does, dear…but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."

"I promise, Mama.”

You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.

But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid. 

You stood before the polished wooden door of Leon’s home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you. 

You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.

But what if he couldn’t understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?

With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldn’t find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.

Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.

“Come here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.”

You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.

You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.

“Don’t worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. I’m just a bit stressed.” 

“Mm, okay,” you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.

You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face. 

"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.

Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldn’t be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.

Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.”

“I love you, too, Leon, always,” you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and love…was it really?

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.       

- Oscar Wilde

[brujamala-aka-gigi]

what's keeping you away from genuine ways of expressing yourself?

this is a pick a pile tarot reading inspired by the new moon in leo, but is not specific to this particular moment in time. in astrology, the moon represents the unconscious mind, your emotions and in which ways your intuition works, while the zodiac sign leo is more oriented towards the ego, creativity and social relations. all of those things that tend to characterize this sign, usually means that some level of efficient and assertive communication is valuable for keeping away drama and misunderstandings, therefore, i thought about making this general reading to see what advice the cards have for something quite difficult for almost everyone: remaining true to our essence and being able to communicate that in a way that is genuine to us, our identity, our desires and our feelings, no matter who is listening.

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images from pinterest and dividers by @fairytopea

꒰ঌ ✦ scroll down for the results ໒꒱ ༘*.ﾟ

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁ Masterpost and Tarot Menu ❁༺ ˎˊ-

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Your card for this reading is the King of Swords. What this tells me is that you value intellectual honesty, and you’re willing to go against your own emotions if that means that you’ll find the truth and that you are very likely to be perceived as someone who doesn’t have a filter or is too honest. It’s key that you understand that even if you don’t allow yourself to be guided by emotional attachments, other people do. Being highly logical or highly sensitive are both valuable, and both ways of thinking and acting have their pros and cons. But this card wouldn’t pop up if the logical ways of approaching things wasn’t causing some issues. Although holding yourself to a high standard of rationality when it comes to manifestations of the unconscious or the way you naturally relate to others can be beneficial, I feel as if that is also causing you to react coldly to your own emotions, instead of embracing them. You need to let go of the idea that things must be coherent and make sense all time, we are humans, and many of what makes us human doesn’t make too much sense or doesn’t work according to logic. Seeking order, patterns and structure in places where there’s not a big need for those, is not going to give you the truths that serve your personal development. It’s key that you take some time to embrace what seems absurd about yourself, without looking for logic, but looking for experiences that will guide you to the answers you need.

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The card for you on this reading is the Six of Wands. What I see here, is a lot of well deserved feelings of pride that you are protecting at all costs. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being proud, and I don’t even think this is the actual issue here. What’s blocking your most honest expressions is the fact that you are not allowing yourself the possibility of making a mistake, as you might feel this could take away from all the achievements you’ve had before. It’s key to know, when to be vulnerable, when to take a risk and where you are safe to try things out for the first time, but you are still not comfortable enough to embrace things about yourself that make you insecure, which is completely valid and understandable. In your case, I think that is okay if you want to preserve a sense of control over how others perceive you, yet it wouldn’t be healthy to allow others to expect things from you that are far too demanding to keep up with sometimes. It is necessary that you start setting honest boundaries with others and with yourself, in order to preserve a healthy sense of worth. Your value as a person is not defined by your achievements, or your failures, it is defined by how and why you do what you do no matter the result. When your intentions are honest and you are trying to better yourself or help others, it doesn’t matter what the final outcome is.

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Your card is the Chariot. The meaning of this card has to do with life experiences, movement and some level of chaos that is necessary in order to grow. I see that you are capable to maintain a certain level of peace of mind even when things around you are hectic, and this is something that might attract some people who are either amazed or envious of this.  In your case, I think that being all over the place (socially, spiritually, intellectually, emotionally) means that you are not quite sure yet on where you stand in relation to certain aspects of your life. This might seem like a problem, because some people are more settled on their beliefs or have more stable lives than you, but in reality, the fact that you are willing to try everything you can before committing is actually something that makes your life something richer. It’s completely normal to feel uncertain, confused and lost, but this shouldn’t keep you away from giving yourself the credit you deserve for the way you have chosen to experience life. Take some pride on what makes you different, and take pride on the process of self exploration you are, even if you are far away from finding a solid philosophy or stability in your life, embrace the fact you are capable of experiencing things without many attachments.

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[esotericangelgirl]

𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤! ᯓᡣ𐭩

𐙚⋆°. pairing: gojo x reader 𐙚⋆°. summary: in which satoru gojo, college playboy extraordinaire, is an insufferable, selfish, flaky manwhore who can’t commit but he’s the best kisser you’ve ever met, rich as hell, makes you laugh until your ribs hurt, and even flew you to the south of france as an apology that one time. you hate his guts for breaking your heart time and time again, but he’s just so cute, isn’t he? and he’s definitely not 6’2! (dude, nice try.)

small teaser of my gojo x reader...... perhaps this will motivate me to finish it also this is my first time writing anything like this please be nice thank u ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა

“he’s so fucking corny,” you seethe. shoko gives you a pointed look and arches a perfect brow as she takes the phone from your hand, squinting to look at the boomerang of two red cups clinking together while doses and mimosas plays in the background. “a boomerang at his big age!”

shoko sighs and hands the phone back to you. “it’s not like you’re any better. you’re viewing his story from a fucking burner,” she notes, tapping on the default instagram profile picture in the corner of your screen.

you flop back onto your bed and sigh deeply. shoko gives you another stare then shakes her head softly, putting her cigarette out on your windowsill. you appreciate how tact she’s been through the whole ordeal, though. the slight teasing over your pathetic burner that even geto has noticed and definitely knows is you (he probably won’t tell gojo though, he’s the kinder of the duo, and besides, it’s not like gojo could get his head out of his ass long enough to put two and two together) is better than her bringing up how you’ve secretly cried into your pillow every night and continuously fail to make it any less obvious.

you shut your phone off after the next tap, hot tears threatening to fall for the millionth time when you see a picture of gojo, blue eyes blown wide from the alcohol and thousand-watt smile blinding the camera, with his arm casually slung around a pretty blonde in a low cut top. whatever, you think, fucking cunt. you stare at the ceiling, furiously trying to blink the tears away, as you remember that same beautiful smile, pointed at you after long nights tangled in his egyptian cotton sheets. nights where you’d poke at his dimple, when he’d playfully bite your finger after the third time reaching for his cheek, and begin to slowly kiss up your arm, gorgeous cerulean eyes shining with-

ugh. shoko glances at you knowingly, as if she can read your mind. “we need to get you a hobby or something. maybe knitting?” she laughs at her own stupid joke as you glare at her, reaching for your laptop as if that’ll convince you to drag yourself out of bed and finish that psychology paper due tonight.

you open your laptop and are greeted with the sight of the crudely written beginning of a love? like letter you started last night while drunk off of cheap soju addressed to none other than satoru gojo.

shoko stands up to peer over your shoulder, “hey, let me see how you cited the dsm-5 in text-“ and her eyes comically widen when she sees what’s written on your screen. she begins to laugh even harder. “dude, that is like, so fucking gay! tell me you’re not going to send that and will be deleting it immediately to replace with something that will actually contribute to society or whatever.”

you slam the laptop shut, cheeks burning red. “isn’t it supposed to be like romantic or something? i bet none of the other girls he’s been with have never even thought to do something like this for him.” you cringe as soon as the words exit your mouth. it is really gay, you realize.

still giggling, shoko replies, “and for good reason.” she takes a deep breath to compose herself. “look, you’re not lesbian lovers in the 18th century. in fact, i think that would be a thousand times less sad than …. whatever the hell this is.”

the “whatever the hell this is” in question is your strange, twisted relationship (situationship?) with infamous playboy satoru gojo. the 21 year old heir to one of the largest fortunes in japan was constantly plastered on various tabloids featuring suggestive pictures with leggy models, rumors of a nasty cocaine addiction (which he denies; gojo’s definitely too much of a baby to consider snorting something. the man can’t even take a straight shot, for god’s sake), and accusations he only got into the prestigious jujutsu tech because of his father’s money. he didn’t, you later found out; satoru was frustratiatingly smart without trying while you constantly pulled all-nighters to keep your grades up.

“come back to beddddd,” satoru whines with outstretched arms and grabby hands. “professor yaga’s midterm is so easy! i took his class last year and got an A without studying once. anyone with half a brain could do it.”

he flashes you a cocky smile and you roll your eyes. “that’s because you’re good at everything. so unfair. not everyone was blessed with your ‘superior intellect.’” you add air quotes to the last words of your sentence to further emphasize your point.

you playfully move to toss a pillow at him and he grabs your wrist, pulling you into his lap. “come on, you’re one of the smartest girls i know. i believe in you,” he says softly, playing gently with your fingers.

“you know other women?” you deadpan, cocking an eyebrow.

“of course not, you’re the only one for me baby,” he winks.

liar. of course. absolute fucking liar. satoru gojo would flirt with anything with a pulse. he’d give that same cocky wink to baristas, class partners, and the stuck-up sorority girls that flocked to him at geto’s frat parties. ironic, considering he always claimed he was above them when the two of you were alone.

“i’m way too good for those things,” he’d note, messing with his impeccably styled white hair in the custom mirror imported from sweden. “i only ever go to them for suguru’s sake. bottle service at the box is where it’s at.”

“yeah, right,” you scoff. “you’re so full of yourself. you love all the attention you get there, don’t you? our campus celebrity.”

he turns around to look at you, pouting. “never! i’m so humble and down to earth, more like jujutsu tech’s own version of jesus.”

you both burst into laughter. you like the way he can keep up with you, the banter, and the teasing lilt of his voice when you joke with him.

“you coming tonight?”

“i don’t think so, you know it’s not my scene either.”

“your loss,” he sighs, picking up his phone. “i’m gonna head out in a bit; i’ll walk you to your dorm?”

he does and you convince yourself that you really are the only girl for him. that he’ll man up one of these days and formally ask you to be his girlfriend. he’ll ditch the frat parties and the clubs and finally just be yours. the way the two of you pretend in the sanctuary of his penthouse. you see him in the back of one of suguru’s stories that night, dancing (grinding, more like) with a redhead in a dress that leaves little to the imagination. you pretend you didn’t when he texts you “u up?” hours later.

[crpuscular]

🪼 ⋆.ೃ࿔* :･ִֶָ A wind carried me away from you 𓂃 ࣪𓍢ִ໋ ˖ 🌷͙ৎ ་༘ ࿐˚.˖𓍢ִ໋

[softpl4stic]

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 𝓒an you see me? 𝓘'm waiting for the right time. 🍨🩰 ˖°.

[beompercar]

⠀⠀⠀ꕀ⠀⠀!⠀﹫for_everyoung⠀₊⠀⠀ׁ⠀ ⿻⠀⠀🪵

[ilwonuu]

Hii i luv your blog sm!! As a fellow wonwoorideul how would think that wonwoo would react to reader being actually really tattooed up but like in discreet places so he discovers it only when spicy time yk 👀👀 lots of love 🩷🩷

hiii thank uu so much<3 ily!!! hehe i have lots of thoughts,,, thank u for requesting 💖💖

𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈

ꨄ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀－ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉， 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉！𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋，𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖾， 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ꨄ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍， 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗌／𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗌， 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑（𝗌𝗁𝗌𝗀𝗌𝗁𝗁𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍．），，， 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑， 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 （𝗈𝗄𝗈𝗄 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐，， 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀，，𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 （𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍）， 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒！𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈／𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋，，，𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾），（𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗎， 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒），，， 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖻𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖣𝖤𝖠𝖣，，， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾<𝟥

ꨄ 𝖺／𝗇－ 𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗂 𝗆𝗅𝗌<𝟥 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗅’𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍，，， 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖨 𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖭𝖮𝖳． （𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌）

you and wonwoo’s relationship was new. not new to the point where you guys don’t know much about each other but new to the point where he hasn’t seen you fully naked. he hadn’t seen your tattoos that you had.

you were slightly nervous. not because of you thought he wouldn’t like them but because you didn’t know how your boyfriend would react. so when he asked you to sleepover at his house for the first time and to shower with him.

you knew that you would find out like now- you were slightly red at the thought.

“it’s okay if you’re not comfortable love.” he says grabbing your hands. you are quick to shake your head at his words.

“no wonwoo that’s not it- let’s go.” you smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

“are you sure? i promise you don’t have to obviously.” he kisses your head before going back to holding your hands.

“yes- i’m sure nonu let’s go!” you got up grabbing his arm and he quickly followed you to the bathroom.

“you seem really excited all of a sudden hm?” he laughed as the two of you stripped yourself. wonwoo turned on the water with a smile. it took wonwoo a little bit to notice but when he finished taking his clothes off.

“ready- when- did you get these?” he holds your waist sweetly as he eyes the waist tattoos you have.

“i’ve had them since we’ve been dating i just haven’t showed you yet.” you smile at him as you look at his face for his reaction.

“do you like them?” you asked him as you turned from side to side with a laugh.

“i love them baby. they look beautiful. you’re so beautiful.”

“how do you like your showers baby?” he asked as he lets your hair down for you. you smiled at his gesture and answered him quickly.

“hot of course.” you reach in to feel the water and hum satisfied. “perfectly hot.” you smile at your boyfriend and he just laughs as he steps in the shower behind you.

“oh- you really do like it hot huh? i like it too.” he smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he pulled you into kissing him without hesitation.

he needed you so bad. he never thought you could look better than you already do but when he saw you with those tattoos his mind was changed. his hands roamed your waist softly rubbing over where the tattoos were as you kissed you.

you could tell he got needy quick by the way his was kissing you and the hard cock against your thigh. you sighed into the kiss out in pleasure.

“more.” you pulled away to say as you pulled him closer. his hand drifted down to your leg as he smirked at you. we’re you gonna finally get your boyfriends dick for the first time. you’ve touched him of course but never this far.

“how much more baby?” he said as he kissed against your neck. you smirked at his words but he quickly found the sweet spot on your neck.

“f-fuck me nonu.” you moaned out when you felt him suck harder at the spot. it felt so good and you felt his hand inch in between your legs. as he continued to leave his kisses against your neck.

you felt his fingers against your slit. the sensation combined with the heat and the pressure of the water had your eyes rolling back. everything was perfect in this moment. you felt so good.

“you get more and more perfect every day.” he holds your waist again as he looks at you.

“i need you wonwoo- please.” you grabbed his hand practically begging him to keep moving it against you.

“anything you want my love.” he kisses your lips as he rubs his fingers against your clit softly at first. he did so little but it did so much for you. the way he way eyeing you and caressing your body. he loves how pretty you are for him.

“does that feel good baby? such a good girl.” all you could do was nod. you were far too into his fingers to answer with words. he smiled at you sweetly as he helped guide you through your high.

you cried out for him he started to slightly fuck a finger into you. as his thumbed rubbed at your clit. you came fast on his fingers with heavy pants and breaths.

wonwoo drank those up with sloppy kisses as he started to position himself in front of your entrance as he lifted your right leg slightly and leaned you against the wall.

you gasped at the coldness of the wall but wonwoo’s warm body and the warm water was quick to help. “you drive me crazy. these tattoos? god you don’t know how bad i want you.” he says in a low voice as he massages your waist again.

“you have me wonwoo.” you pulled him to do something already and he was getting impatient too. he rubbed his tip against your slit teasingly as he pulled you into another sloppy kiss.

this one was so much more desperate. he couldn’t stop his lips from devouring yours and his hips from pushing foward. your mouth falling open as you feel how big he is.

the stretch is quite uncomfortable at first but wonwoo is so gentle and patient when it comes to your pain. he doesn’t ever want to hurt you and you know he never will.

“tell me when i can move baby. don’t want to hurt you okay?” he tries to calm you down by giving you comforting whispers and kisses. you started to not feel as much pain anymore and you made it known by rolling your hips into his. just to see how it feels.

he started to meet your hips with deep but slow thrusts. each thrust hitting the perfect spot over and over.

“you feel perfect- i will never get enough of this now. in love with everything about you.” the words that he was spewing out was enough to have you going crazy with your noises and the movements of his hips are so good. his hips speed up involuntarily as he gets lost in you how you do him.

“n-nonu- feels so good.” you groaned out with cries as you held onto him. your legs threatened to give out but you know wonwoo wouldn’t let you fall.

“i know- my love.” he pulled you in a soft kiss. this kiss actually having some rhythm this time and not as sloppy. wonwoo hips started to quicken as he felt you clench around him.

“baby- if you do that again i’m gonna c-cum.” you kissed his neck with a smile.

“i’m sorry babe it feels so good- i’m coming!” you gasped out as he hit deep against your g-spot and that was enough to unravel the built of tension you had in your stomach. wonwoo was fucking you so good. his body at the perfect angle to hold you in place as he feels you cum on his cock.

“fuck- just like that. you’re perfect.” he felt you start to milk his cock as his cum shot inside you slowly. you moaned at the warm feeling you felt. you were very happy you were on birth control.

wonwoo fucked his cum deep into you as he left low grunts into you ears. both of you came down from your highs as you caught your breath. you panted softly as you felt wonwoo start to wash you and himself. it made you smile.

“nonu- that was too good.” you sighed into his touches relaxingly.

“i know my love. all because of you. my perfect girl. he kisses your cheek before the two of you finishing cleaning off. both of you get out of the shower and get dressed in the bedroom together. you two didn’t waste anytime to crawl into bed after some nice hot shower sex.

“wait- is that why you were nervous before we got into the shower? because of your tattoos?” he asks you as he lifts up his shirt you’re wearing to see your tattoos.

“mhm yeah. i just didn’t know how you were gonna react.” you sighed as snuggled into his side. wonwoo was sitting up kinda as he listened to you. you held his arm gently and rested your eyes.

“i love your tattoos. you look so beautiful with them. i’m serious. maybe you should get more?” he suggests with a cute cheesy smile. you laugh along with him with a nod. “i have a appointment next week. you can come.” you smiled at he wrapped his arms around you.

“i can’t wait. are you sleepy baby?” he strokes your hair back as he watches you nod.

“did i wear you out? i’m sorry love.” he smiled as he watched you slowly fall more into his touch.

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[chrisbesitos]

๋࣭ ⭑ 𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ chris sturniolo.

chris accidentally reveals that they are expecting a baby.

someone older.

younger!reader.

dealer!chris.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ matt sturniolo.

king of everything.

hold me while i cry.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ madison beer.

show me (how i feel in love with you).

madison beer with an actress gf.

madison taking care of Y/N when she have bad cramps.

nothing matters but you.

soft launch.

aftercare.

make you mine.

madison meeting your baby daughter for the first time.

Y/N's daughter calls Madison mom for the first time.

[tramadita]

[ventidy]

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ☁️ ༘

[fairy-angel222]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ft. Choso Kamo

—You meet Choso at a bar after babysitting him eight years ago

cw: small age gap (25 n 23), smut

It’s been a long time since you’d seen Choso Kamo. Having babysat him back when he was twelve and you were fifteen. A mere three years gap which deemed you mature enough for the job by his parents.

He’d never tell it to you, but you were his childhood crush. The girl he wanted to marry. The girl he told his friends about. His parents kept you around for only two years. Concluding that the boy was old enough to take care of himself.

He was devastated, especially when you found out that you’d be moving only a week later. He knew his feelings weren’t returned, but it hurt to see you go. He cried for weeks, couldn’t eat or sleep. He just wanted to see you again.

He hoped that maybe you’d text him, check up on him like you did when it was your duty. But you didn’t. You’d be turning eighteen the next year and would go off to college. And he’d be stuck there, without you for the rest of his life.

It had been eight years, and Choso sat in a bar with his friends. Their glasses clanking loudly against each other as they downed its contents. He hated crowded places like this, he wouldn’t even be there if not for his friends.

He’d gone to college, gotten his fair share of girls. Everything you promised him that he could do one day, the only thing missing was you.

“Choso? Oh my God is that you?”

It couldn’t be.

Choso’s mouth went dry as his head snapped in the direction of that familiar voice. A wide smile on his face as he took you in. “Y/n.. you.. I- wow.”

There you stood, after so long, grown into your body and as pretty as ever. You didn’t look a day over nineteen. It hurt to remind himself that you were not twenty five. It had been that long.

You giggled softly, that same giggle that he swore made his heart flutter. “It’s so good to see you Cho. It’s been so long.” You pulled him in for a hug and he stiffened, taking in that sweet scent that you always carried. It really was you. He allowed himself to hug you back tightly, pulling your shorter frame into his chest as he closed his eyes. Enjoying your embrace.

“It really has. I missed you.” He let slip out, and you smiled sadly as you pulled away. “I’m sorry Cho.. i didn’t think i’d have to move. Would have been nice to see you graduate and stuff.”

“No no it’s okay. It’s fine. I’m really glad to see you.” He could see his friends winking at his side, all watching intently at the interaction. It made him fidget, lip between his teeth as his face flushed a pale red. “How about i buy you a drink?”

“Sure.” You smiled, allowing him to lead you to the counter with a hand on the small of your back.

The two of you sat and talked. A long conversation about your lives and how each of you had been over the years. It made him happy to know that you were single, and it made him even happier to know that your ex had been your only since you were his age.

He started at you intently as you spoke. A special adoration in his eyes as you went on about your job and your friends. You were still so perfect. He wondered how you would feel if he told you that he never got over you. He’d first have to tell you that he had liked you, of course.

You could not lie. He was extremely handsome. He’d grown to be your type. Nothing like the adorably introverted boy you’d known back then.

Choso on the other hand, could not think straight. His mind was taking in everything at once. Your stories, your face, your lips, your hair, your dress which hugged your body in a way that made his mind wander. You somehow managed to captivate him even more. Especially since he was grown now, he knew what he wanted. His parents told him you were just a harmless crush, a phase. But he knew what he wanted for certain now. You.

It was how you ended up in his apartment. Both your hands roaming each other’s bodies as Chosos kissed you passionately. His hand around your throat gently to push you to the nearest surface. He kissed you like you would disappear at any moment, letting his lips trail down to your neck before leading you to his bedroom, your dress and his shirt having been discarded by the time you reached the door.

Choso pulled off his pants, and you allowed yourself to take in the muscles on his body. And the way his arms flexed as he held you tight.

He slipped on a condom, backing you up to his bed until you fell back onto it, Choso climbing over you with your tongues still intertwined.

You moaned when you felt him prodding at your hole. Easing his length into you with a groan of his own. He started off slow, rolling his hips into yours while breathing heavily onto your skin, his tongue swirling around your nipple while his hand squeezed at the soft flesh.

Your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging on dark strands when he began to speed up. Thrusting into you expertly as you moaned out into the room. “Choso, hmm— fuck.” You mewled, back arching off the sheets when he started hitting you g spot with every movement. Pulling out nothing but moans past your lips as you fell into pleasure.

“Swearing’s bad, remember?” He breathed jokingly, reminding you back to when you’d say that each time he said a bad word.

You moaned out a small laugh, breaths ragged as your toes curled, feeling his fucking you deeper than you thought could be reached. “O-oh God— don’t stop. Please don’t stop. F-feels so good.” You cried, noises pretty and high pitched as your stomach burned, feeling your inching closer and closer to orgasm.

“S-shit. Had a crush on you f’ so long. Never thought this would be happening.” He grunted deeply. “Though i got over you till i saw you tonight.” His eyes met yours and you fought the urge to tell him that you knew, you’d known all along. He had just been a little boy with a crush. But now.. it was so much different. You craved him after seeing him. You wanted him.

“Ahh, ‘m so close Cho.. ‘m gonna cum.” You moaned, vision going black as you let your eyes shut, arms wrapping around his shoulders as your body was rocked back and forth.

“Go ahead sweetheart, cum f’ me yeah? I’ve got you, just let go kay?”

You nodded with a cry, body shaking as you let go. Allowing yourself to crumble underneath him as you came. Drenching his cock in your slick.

Choso’s thrusts became sloppy and he groaned, “That’s it. So good for me. Haah— shit.” Burying himself deep inside you before spilling into the condom which separated you. Unable to stop himself from imagining breeding you raw.

You both panted as you struggled to catch your breaths. Holding onto each other in a comfortable silence after he pulled out.

“That was..”

“Yeah,” He agreed. There was no going back after this.

He got both you and him cleaned up, giving you one of his shirts to wear as you let yourself cuddle into him on the couch. Watching a movie with two beers as he stroked your skin gently. Chin on your head as he tried to wrap his head around exactly what just happened.

This was serious. It didn’t feel like another one of his one-night stands, it felt real. It felt like there could actually be something between you. And he would do whatever he could to make it happen.

[lachatalovematcha]

𝅄𑇢⠀𓏸⠀ 𓇼⠀○⠀⠀⠀˚ ⠀⠀★ 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 ♫ ♥︎ ̩̩͙˚　⁎ ̩̩͙˚　⁎𝅄𑇢⠀𓏸⠀ 𓇼

﹙🌸﹚ ㅤ+ ۫ ᕱᕱ 𝅄 ﹙🌸﹚𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ૮꒱ *˚⁺‧͙˚◌

🌸✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹꒰౿ ⊹ ‧₊˚ ⿻ 分ち☆の千ㅤ౿ ⊹ ‧₊˚ ㅤ꒱✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹🌸

(>。☆) 🌸 ᶻ 𝘇 .｡₀:ﾟ✲𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘.｡₀:ﾟ✲ ᶻ 𝘇 🌸

[banjjjangg]

Wait for your Love

I've rejected affection for years and years. Now I have it and damn it, it's kind of weird♪♫~

KAZUHA X READER | SMAU

—❛❛I'll wait for you❞

NOW PLAYING: Valentine by Laufey

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SUMMARY: Kaedehara Kazuha confessed to you after class but you rejected him. A year later, the two of you remained in contact as friends. But what happens when you realize that you're catching feelings for the boy who you rejected a year prior?

GENRE: smau, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, crack, modern au, high school au, modern au, sfw.

STATUS: ongoing

NOTES: timestamps don't matter, swearing, kys jokes, updates aren't regular, will contain written parts, my first smau so pls have mercy :'), taglist is always open just send an ask or reply here (^o^).

CAST

Girlalous | Me and the gang

EPISODES

[(✮) - episodes with written parts]

Prologue(✮)

1. Paired up

2. Akward(✮)

3. No hesitation?

4. Afraid?

5. Borrowing notes(✮)

6. Leave me alone! (✮)

7. Look at him(✮)

8. Don't run away(✮)

9. Catching feelings(✮)

10. A year late

11. Retweet

12. I don't

13. To be continued...

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