#jujutsu kaisen fan fic

[svquence]

My Dearest Friend — ⊹₊⟡⋆

✦ pairing ! Gojo Satoru x gn!reader ✦ genre ! angst w happy ending ✦ wc ! 1.5k ✦ warnings ! slight mentions of intercourse & slight mentions of cheating

✦ summary ! -> you’re a teenage jujutsu sorcerer alongside your best friend Satoru Gojo. What could happen once both of you break the first rule of friendship and start longing for one another?

As young sorcerers together, you both walked through the world together with a specific understanding of each other. Safe to say, not a lot of people understood you and Satoru, which created the most beautiful bond between you and him.

In the tough life of a sorcerer, love isn’t the main focus and never will be. You’re not born in a world where the hope of growing old with someone is as common as it is for the average person. Yet, with the way he looked into your eyes, with that michevious grin of his, you couldn't help it. He was a breath of fresh air, the first flower to bloom during spring, the hug people write about in books. That hug that is given to the main character after a long day of work, after their eyelids get so heavy they can't keep them open.

His simple existence in your life brought you so much pain and sorrow, yet your brightest moments were also with him. The promises you've made with him no longer being silly, but a serious matter behind your sadness. The promise that if no one opened their heart to either of you, you would find a place in one another. A silly promise between two teenagers, sealed by two pinkies held by one another and a big grin on each of your faces, now hanging on by a thread, just like your friendship.

Days of silence from you turned into weeks, which bloomed into a sprout of pain in Satoru's chest. You were his best friend after all, and as much as he hung around others, his mind was constantly circling back to you. You had disappeared, and he didn't know why, leaving only a shadow of yourself in his memories.

Unfortunately, your disappearance could not last forever, and your presence was found again around his. But you had no idea how painful coming back would be.

In those weeks you found yourself avoiding him, you didn't realise that your bright and cheerful presence, as well as your smile and laughter, was replaced with the echo of another. Another person, another friend, another, and possibly a better you. Seeing his smile on his face—the smile that used to come from you, only reminded you of what could never be.

Years passed, and you found yourself in your twenties with a reputation to uphold. Eventually, it was time to finish your studies as a jujutsu sorcerer and become a teacher to others, alongside your dearest friend, Satoru. And that's the part that teared your heart apart the most—nothing more than a friend.

Although, friend was far from the truth. A friend would describe what he used to be to you—the story behind the glances in the hallways, the sighs that could be heard in the quiet moments of a meeting while you acknowledged each other's presence. It was hard to accept it, but Satoru Gojo became nothing else but a stranger, a sour memory, and the only dear friend he knew, being only a fraction of who you are now, and who your past carried.

With time, your soul found its small moments of peace, allowing itself to take in the life outside of your painful tie to your dear friend, and allowing itself to open to new people. Within the blink of an eye, the sparks of humanity left in you after years of tough battles ignited a new relationship with someone new. Yet, every time you saw him, you couldn't shake away the thought of the maybe. That dreaded maybe, that dreaded what if. What if something could end up happening?

But you were happy, and you couldn't throw it all away for a maybe. Even if in your mind, a part of you knew that you were never entirely platonic with Satoru. You couldn't be, not with the way he took your hands in his on occasion and squeezed to give you reassurance or the way he would lean his head on yours when he was exhausted. Yet, it was all a piece of your past now, and would never again end up being more.

Every time you felt your mind lingering back to Satoru, it's like a string pulled you to where both of you would hang out as teenagers. A small, secluded bench in a park, with a lake in front, watching the ducks swim by while you two talked about the burdens that the sorcerer life made you carry. It was comforting, oddly intoxicating to find yourself there, breathing in the comforting scent you always associated with him. It was wrong, and you knew. Wrong to your partner to always go back home in your shared bed, taking in their scent while they held you in such a loving embrace, not knowing or doubting for even a second that your mind was constantly revolving around someone else.

This night was no different. With a pang in your chest, you made your way to the same bench you would frequent like your life depended on it. Your mind racing between your dearest friend, and your partner at home. You were engaged, yet you couldn't even promise your partner to have them on your mind.

As you walked between the branches of trees whose pattern you've memorised, you started at the ring on your finger. It was so beautiful—the gem, the design—everything was so you. And yet, the tears in your eyes burnt through your eyelids and your retinas nervously, because you were losing the inner conflict you were having. The heart wants what it wants, yet the brain is fighting constantly for rationality.

The last thing you expected to see on that bench was him. Your dearest friend, was there too. Before you could notice him, he noticed you, and you had no choice but to swallow every last bit of pride and shame you had left, and sit down. The same bright blue eyes you found yourself lost into as a teenager, staring back at you, and speaking the thousand words neither of you had the courage to say out loud.

“Satoru, I—” you started, but he cut you off, his voice filled with regret, cutting through the thick air like a knife.

“I miss you,” he confessed, the weight of the truth heavy in the air.

Your heart raced, hope igniting in your soul, until you saw his eyes fall down on your hand. His gaze observing the same hand that used to caress his hair every time he was stressed, noticing the ring perfectly embracing your finger. To say he was devastated would be an understatement. And little did he know, you were feeling the same. Even after all this time, your hearts never failed to connect.

The look on his face was desperate, the entire energy around him shifting from adoration and longing to pure desperation. His demeanour begging you silently to stay, to not go back to the life you settled into. He craved you, and you craved him too.

When you both ended up in his bed, neither of you were surprised. It all felt so natural, with the way he touched you, caressed you like you were so fragile, like you were going to break, like he could make a move and scare you away.

That night was long, however not for a second boring. It was loving, satisfying, but painful. A night filled with kisses and tender touches, yet tears dripped across each other's bodies, painting each other's skin with a canvas of the love you both kept locked inside your hearts for what felt like centuries.

With you close to him, skin to skin, he finally felt at peace. And with a kiss to your forehead, he fell asleep with you in his arms.

When his breathing got steady, your rationality for once won. Or was it rationality? Was it anxiety? Fear? Or the uncertainty that, due to your past, what you had with Satoru would never last?

You got up, and left. And for the next month, your common workplace saw no sign of you, and neither did Satoru. The place lacked your presence for everyone, but not how it did for him. The wind he adored for caressing your features gently, now slicing his skin in an unnoticeable enough manner to anyone, or even himself, besides his heart.

On a particular night, when your dearest friend was once again thinking about you, a gentle knock was heard at his door. With hope glimmering in his soul, he wanted it to be you. With the self-doubt lingering in his brain, however, the last person he expected on the other side of the wooden door was you.

And yet, there you stood, as beautiful as he remembered, in front of his very eyes. Tears staining your cheeks, the pain and sorrow you've experienced so far cutting through your beautiful skin, breaking his heart as well.

Nevertheless, when he was prepared to be hit with the final blow of his current situation; your voice finally set him free once and for all.

"Let's start over, my dearest friend, Gojo Satoru."

✦ A/N ! i truly hope you enjoyed reading this! it’s my longest piece of work ever & honestly my most detailed one. English isn’t my first language so i’m sorry if something sounds wrong ^^

plagiarism is prohibited.

ailee’s masterlist <3

[megamindsecretlair]

Stitch me where my heart bleeds

Pairing: Choso x Black!Fem!Black!reader/plus size reader

Warnings: 18+ only, MINORS DNI, you are in charge of your own reading experience. Just smut. No thoughts. I get to zooting and the thots write themselves. PIV, fingering (female receiving), hand job (male receiving), cursing, praise kink, slight possession kink, reader is obsessed with her man, needy choso

Summary: It's too damn hot outside. But not hot enough to get loved on by Choso.

Word count: 2,021k

A/N: I was too lazy to get my ass up and type this on a computer. So I take full responsibility for this one. I'm just feral and need my baby 😭

Taglist: @amethyst09 @ciaqui @we-outsiiiide @browngirldominion @iv0rysoap @thecookiebratz @harmshake @00aijia00 @judymfmoody @multiversefanfics @tvchi @westside-rot

Like, just imagine that it's a hot summer night right. The type of heat where the fan blows hot air and you lay across your bed with no shirt or bra on. Even your panties were too hot to have on.

But you can't resist laying as close as possible to Choso. His warm chest is against your back. You felt his breath even out as every inch of him molded against every inch of you.

Your poor baby's love language is physical touch. He craved it. And you wouldn't deny him a thing. You played with his hair or scratched his shoulder, reassuring him with small gestures that he's the love of your life.

But like, also imagine that he's in a needy mood. Pushing his hips against yours. Rubbing his fat dick into your ass as he grinds against you. Practically fucking you already.

His large hands grip your hip. His breath tickles your neck. He nuzzles his nose against your skin, smelling your intoxicating eucalyptus and spearmint lotion.

"Choso," you whisper into the quiet night. There was only the whir of the fan above and his breaths against your skin. You moved your arm back so that you could run your fingers through his long, silky hair. You dislodged his careful bun, letting his inky hair spill out over you and the bed.

Choso moaned in your ear and kissed your neck. "Need you," he murmured. His voice was its own aphrodisiac. The rumbling sounds reverberated against your back and sent shivers through your veins.

You moved your hand from his hair to his body and then to his dick. He twitched in your hand and gasped sharply, ending it with a slight moan.

He ran his fingers up and down your side, from the swell of your breasts, past your hip, skating over your thigh and almost touching your knee. Then, he would begin the torture in reverse, trailing a lazy line back to the underside of your breasts, stopping to flick at your hardened nipple.

You moaned and gripped him harder, massaging the base of his dick just the way he liked. He hissed and then released a ragged moan that made you gush.

"You make me so wet, baby," you cooed to Choso.

"Let me feel it," he groaned in your ear. He moved his hand to the apex of your thighs. His fingers played with your wet curls before nudging your pussy lips open and fingering your clit.

He sighed as he made contact and you clenched around nothing, filling up with so much wanton need.

"You're such a good girl, getting so wet so fast for me. That must be a new record, huh?" He asked.

You cried out, body shaking viciously. You spat on your hand and then returned it to Choso's thick dick. He groaned and ground into your hand. Your fingers grazed his balls and he growled in your ear. You huffed a giggle and then returned to stroking his shaft.

"Good girls behave," he said.

"Fuck, yes, Choso. I'll be good, I swear," you moaned.

Choso used his middle finger to circle your clit in tight circles, applying pressure and it made you see stars. You were close to cumming. So close to that sweet relief.

"You promise to be good?" He asked.

You nodded. His shifted his position, bringing his other arm around your neck. He used his thumb to trace your lips.

"I can't hear you," he said and grunted as you played with his tip. Beads of precum gathered, enough for you to fully lubricate the head. Your flicked your thumb against the tip and he moaned.

You sucked his thumb into your mouth. "Yes, I promise to be good," you managed to say.

"Yeah? Be good for me and cum on my fingers?" He asked.

He slipped his fingers from your clit to your pussy, plunging two fingers inside of you.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" Your body exploded on his fingers. Your essence soaked his fingers, down to the knuckle. Sweat beaded against your skin, sticking you to him molecule by molecule.

He pumped his fingers into you, moving his hips in much the same rhythm. It was difficult to concentrate on getting him off by your hand when your world was falling apart.

Atoms burst apart in your vision, breaking the known universe down piece by tiny piece. Your body twitched and jolted. You flopped, back bowing, as the powerful orgasm ripped through you.

As it's cruelly delicious grip on you lessened, you fell back onto the bed with a heavy pant, trying to suck in all the oxygen that leaked from your brain.

You twitched with aftershocks, and Choso pressed kisses to your warm brown cheeks. "So good. So well. You did so great, baby. I'm so proud of you," he said in between kisses.

His kisses grew louder in nature, wet smacks filling the room. The whir of the fan did shit all to cool you down, but it was almost enough to get the air moving.

Your brain short circuited as he heaped you with praises. Telling you how proud he was, how he had so much faith in you. "You did so well, baby. You deserve another one," he said, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear. Your skin tingled there and you half sighed, half laughed.

Choso removed his fingers from your dripping pussy and brought it to his lips. He took his time sucking on his fingers, moaning at your taste. Whatever he couldn't get to, he circled around your nipples.

You twisted your thick thighs together, needing friction and relief. You felt bad but you gave up trying to get him off. You'll pay him back later. You'll suck the curse out of his damn body if it meant that he'd let you cum again right this second.

"You're so good to me, baby," you moaned.

You licked his thumb, resting on your lips. He nibbled on your ear as he nudged your legs apart.

"You ready for this dick?" He asked.

He moved your panties aside and slipped his dick through your wet folds, a soft smacking sound reaching your ears.

You gasped at the heavenly sensation. It felt good but it wasn't enough, ultimately. You needed more. You needed him to get as close as possible. You needed to stitch your hearts together and forever live in the comfort of his body.

"Yes, baby. Yes, please. Please fuck me, please. I'm so needy," you begged and pleaded.

A deep ache settled right down to your bones. You clutched and gripped at the dark sheets beneath you, nails pawing at the linen.

"I love it when you beg," he groaned. He lined himself up to your entrance, slipping easily inside of you. You gasped at the thickness of him. The size of him.

"Fuck, pleaaaase," you cried. Fuck if you knew what you were begging for now. For him to speed up? For him to slow down? You'd be lucky if you knew your own name should someone ask right now.

All you knew was that he felt so fucking good. He tightened his arm around your throat, placing enough pressure on your throat to take notice, but leaving you enough room to breathe comfortably. He had amazing self control and balance.

He slipped further inside, shoving into your warm, wet walls. He groaned with every inch gained, every centimeter further inside. "So fuckin' good. Ugv, taking me too well."

His large hand encircled your breast, squeezing, as he moved inside of you. If you squinted hard enough, he was kissing the edge of your cervix and you came on the spot.

"Oh, FUCK!" You yelled. God, this hurt. This was glorious. You couldn't breathe. Who the hell needed oxygen? You were ripped apart by each wave of pleasure that coursed through you.

"Made f'me," he groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. His hair spilled over your chest, tickling your breasts. Your breaths came out in choppy waves. Your nails dug half moon marks into his thigh, lightly dusted with hair.

"C-Ch-Choso," you sobbed on his dick.

Whether it was your cry or the way you gripped his dick, either could be the cause for Choso whimpering his way to an orgasm, spilling hot cum into you.

You matched him with moans and curses. And whatever other kind of sounds you didn't know you could make.

His hips slapped roughly against your ass. "Fuuuuck," he groaned.

You gripped him tighter, clenching with all your might as if you could trap him there. Trap him in that singular moment where you were as close as you could be to him. Sometimes it downright hurt your heart that you couldn't get closer.

Choso came down from his high, stilling against your body as he huffed and panted. He once more gave you gentle kisses to your temple and cheeks. He kissed the corner of your mouth.

"You did so well, baby. Thank you. Thank you for being my good girl."

Your brain went fuzzy around the edges. You melted against him, no longer in your body but in some other ethereal place. You should've never told him about your praise kink. Now he used it whenever possible to torture your mind as often as he tortured your body.

"Thank you, baby," you told him.

Choso slipped out slowly, like he was trying to imprint this sensation or moment on his dick and relive it again. He sighed when he finally popped free.

A rush of cum leaked out behind him and you groaned, top teeth sinking into your bottom lip. "Fuck," you whispered.

Choso stood up from the bed and then roughly opened your legs so that he could watch his cum leak out of you. He encouraged you to push as much out as you could. He liked seeing your pussy clench over and over as you tried to work him out of you.

You felt light-headed and free. Like you were soaring through a field of clouds. When nothing else leaked out, Choso stood up and went to the bathroom.

He came back into the room and gently wiped your skin down with a cool cloth. You moaned for the hit of relief you got from that small act.

He wiped between your legs, taking time to thoroughly clean you up. He rubbed the rough cloth against your pussy, giving you an extra sensory that made you bite the sheets. A thread of drool connected you to the bed.

"You did so well baby. I think we can do one more," he moaned.

"I can't, baby. Ouuee, baby don't make me."

He increased pressure of the cloth against your clit, rubbing circles and started a fire low in your belly. Your clit throbbed under his careful ministrations.

"I can't make you do something you already want to do. You want to give me one more," he said. It wasn't a question. He was telling you. Was telling you that he knew your body better than you did.

Your knees jerked as that realization hit you like a truck. And fuck if he wasn't right.

Delicious pain twisted your lower belly, desire pooling in between your thighs. You were on fire. So fucking hot that your lips burned.

"Cum for me, baby. Be good for me," he said.

On command, your orgasm ripped out of you. You cried and chanted his name.

"That's right, tell me who owns this pussy. Who owns this good pussy?" He asked.

You struggled to tell him that he does. That you were his good girl and he owned you body and soul. You couldn't communicate any of that. 100% of your focus was to survive your climax and breathe. Two very important things.

Choso wiped away your lingering essence. He retreated to the bathroom before joining you back in bed.

Without words, you seamlessly matched your heartbeat with his. You grew drowsy, yawning every few moments. Your leg twitched once as you drifted off into blissful, fucked out, sleep.

The end!

Sorry for any mistakes, I typed this on my phone.

The Secret Choso Files

[samoankpoper21]

sorry if it's not to much of a bother, may I request the first part of your gojo Duke fic? If not masterlist? I couldn't find it 😭

OMG HI! I'm so sorry 😅 I'm still working on my masterlist 😅 I was unsure of whether to post it since I'm still posting other works 😅

But here you go! The first part to Duke Gojo ^^

THANK YOU SO MUCHH 😭😭 I HOPE YOU ENJOY

[s4turn-ly]

SCENE INSPIRED BY CHAPTER 21 OF COANDA EFFECT BY @bunnieshoneys ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

I LOV THE SOO MUCH ITS MY BRAINROT RIGHT NOWWW AAAAAAAAAAAA TY FOR THIS

[daemontargaryenwhore]

Tell your baby that I'm your baby

I BET ON LOSING DOGS

I KNOW THEY'RE LOSING AND I'LL PAY FOR MY PLACE BY THE RING

[ariasakka]

Nanami in bed 18+ MNDI

3k words. Female reader.

Spoiler he’s a simp for poc women

All nanami stories by me will be under the hashtag NanamiAria

Soft dom Nanami

Nanami would be a soft dom. Loves giving you lots of prep for him. Lots of sushing. Sushing if you squirm too much. Sushing if you become overstimulated. He wants to be the one who does all the work. He doesn’t want you to move just stay still and take his gentle love making. He won’t let you lift a finger. If it becomes a bit too much he’ll gently push your limits staying in slightly longer each time to build your stamina. I see him as someone who can last a long time and like long sessions so he will try to slowly and gently build you up to his level.

Occasionally rough fucks you and degrades you slightly when you tease him too much or when he’s had an extra rough day at work. He prefers to be gentle but when you push his buttons too many times you’ll find yourself bent over his desk, dicked down with no preparation. Immediately after a rough session he’ll go back to being sweet. Leaving soft kisses over your whole body. Pulling you in for a hug or cuddles. Saying things like “are you alright love?, You’re perfect., I love you darling.”.

He likes being the provider the one to do all the work so he would prefer being with someone submissive in the bedroom. If you were a top he would let you grind on him a bit but after a few mines Kento would grab your hips, ending up taking charge, being the one bouncing you up and down on him. He’s never aggressive about needing to be the one in charge it’s just in his nature I don’t think he would even realize he’s like this often times.

Nanami experience level

Not that experienced probably has only been with three people tops. Probably hates casual sex or one night stands. Despite his low experience Kento fucks like he’s a porn star quite literally. He can last forever if he wants to, even cum on command. Always knows the right words to say to get you off too it’s like it was scripted but it wasn’t. Love making just comes naturally to him.

You’d think based on his professional quiet composure that he doesn’t think about sex often but that would be a lie. I think he’s quite hyper sexual. Though he would try to match whatever sex drive you had out of respect. To get off when he’s not in a relationship or when you’re not around I don’t see him being the type of guy to watch porn. I see him reading smutty novels. He honestly reads them quite often. As sort of a guilty pleasure. Thats probably where he learned his skills and pillow talk from.

Nanami’s taste in women

Everybody headcannons him as liking women of color. I 100% agree! He loves tan skin, olive skin, dark skin, dark hair, long hair, wavy hair, curly hair, braids, straight hair. Hispanic women, black women, Asian women, mixed women, he loves it all. He would be captivated by some woman that doesn’t look like the usual girl he sees walking around town. He’s never really liked a white girl before especially if they’re blonde because it reminds him too much of himself. He doesn’t realize this consciously he’s always just liked who he’s liked in his eyes. I see him getting turned on everytime you get a tan. Everytime he sees the contrast of your tan skin next to his pale tone. It makes him want to eat you quite literally. He’ll use any excuse he can to drag you down to the beach with him to see your skin glow and grow darker under the sun. Also as an excuse to see you in the new bikini he secretly bought for you. If his woman wore a bonnet he would find it adorable whenever you had one on. He would often buy you new ones that are the highest quality silk in your favorite colors to spoil you. He’s obsessed with dark hair. Doesn’t matter if it’s straight, curly, wavy, braided, coily. He loves it all. You’ll often times find Nanami sneaking up behind you to smell your hair or finding any excuse he can to run his fingers through your locks/touch your hair. He’s quite literally obsessed with all of you. If you were from a different culture he would get turned on everytime you cooked him meals that you grew up with or spoke your native language. He would learn how to speak your Native language secretly to surprise you. Especially as a cute way to propose and a sneaky way to spice up things the bedroom. He would do little things to learn more about your culture overtime to feel closer to you and get to know you better. I see him liking curves on your bottom half. Such as thick thighs, juicy bottom. Definitely more of an ass man. I don’t see him caring if someone has a big chest or not it’s just something that’s either there or isn’t. He’ll cherish whatever body shape you bless him with.

Body hair preferences.

He literally does not give a single fuck what you do with your body hair. He’s obsessed with you no matter what. Nothing will stop him from eating you out. Pubes. He loves you bald, trimmed, different patterns, landing strip, bush. He will love and cherish whatever you have whenever you have it simply because it’s you. Other body hair. He doesn’t care if you shave or not. I think he’d be used to someone who did shave their body hair but wouldn’t tell you what to do. Hes a grown man he doesn’t find body hair to make someone any more or less attractive. I do think he would probably be with someone who preferred to remove all their body hair and preferred him to have some specifically just because I see him being with someone more feminine and traditional. Traditional fem women seem like the type prefer those things at least to me.

For himself I see him having light chest hair and leaving it untouched. Lightly trimming his underarm hair. For his pubes I see him leaving them trimmed, preferring just a little something on his skin. If you asked otherwise for him to be bald or bush he would do whatever you asked to please you.

Nanami dad

Everyone headcannons him as wanting children but personally I would think he’d be scared of that. He would find children to be cute yes but at the end of the day he wouldn’t want his children growing up in a world they ultimately just have to work a stressful 9-5 and probably overtime in. He doesn’t like work he just does it because he has to. He knows he would have to work more if he had a kid and wouldn’t be able to spend the time he wanted with his family. He wouldn’t want to curse a kid with that life.

Regardless of kids he would ask you to quit your job and let him be the provider. He doesn’t want you to feel the same stress he does over work. I think pregnancy would worry him too much. He’d hate how hard it was on a woman’s body. He’d constantly think something bad would happen to you because he’d spend too much time on the internet trying to learn every possibility of something that could happen to stay ahead of it. I do think he has a kink for cuming inside you so he would most likely get a vasectomy so no accidents happen. If you really wanted children he would fuck you silly and remind you with his words how you wouldn’t be able to take him like this often if you were pregnant or busy with kids. When he’s finished with that he’ll buy you a cat instead to keep you occupied and hopefully for you not to ask again or he’ll buy another cat. I see him being a big cat person. Seeing you take care of the cats just doing simple things like that turns him on a lot.

Jealous Nanami

He tries not to be too possessive or jealous. He’s a grown man and understands a woman can live her own life, have her own friends, and what not. Though he tries his hardest to be good but he’s such a jealous man. He tries his best not to show his jealousy thinking it’ll turn you off. Not knowing that you’d actually love that side of him. Everytime you come back from an outing that he didn’t attend he missed your attention so much he’ll fuck you till your dick drunk off of him hoping you’ll feel so good and spoiled from him that you won’t leave again without him anytime soon. Any time you’re out together and a man looks at you he grips you tighter. It makes him want to take you to the nearest restroom, pin you up against the wall, fuck you passionately with love, while he begs you to tell him he’s the only man for you. He’s not insecure he knows you won’t leave or cheat. He also likes when men look at you he likes seeing their eyes shine at you then gaze up to him and realize they can’t have you. He still get’s so jealous from it though he can’t really understand why.

Nanami turn ons.

Doing domestic things turns him on a lot. Such as bringing him lunch, making him coffee,

cleaning, doing laundry. He likes it more than you wearing lingerie especially if you’re doing your chores wearing his shirt. Not that he thinks a woman has to do the domestic labor but he is old fashioned and traditional so he prefers traditional roles. He sees you doing these things as a sign of love and care. He also does the household duties when he has time off of work if there’s anything that needs to be done. Knowing you get to relax while he takes care of a household duty turns him on. You’ll often find him dragging you into the shower with him to fuck you silly when he’s finished mowing the lawn, or mopping the floors. He especially loves it when he comes home to find you doing something you love like cooking. When you’re cooking one of his favorite meals he’ll often eat you as the main course first as a way to say thank you for spoiling him.

He would never admit it but loves when you’re bratty on occasion because it gives him an excuse to bend you over his knee. He loves when you talk back without a care like you don’t know he’ll quickly put you in place. Nanami loves when your bratty self teases him while he’s at work. Weather it being you sending him pictures, videos, or you showing up and getting down on your knees under his desk toying with his waistband.

Husband Nanami

He loves being a husband. He would get married quickly. When he finds the right woman he doesn’t see the need to wait. He’s a hopeless romantic. Just being married turns him on. Knowing you have his last name, knowing he gets to take care of you from now on, it drives his mind wild. Anytime you casually call him husband or remind him that you’re his wife his member perks up instantly.

Nanami dirty talk

“Shh shh look at me love I have to break you in or you’ll never be able to take me. Just let it sit here I won’t thrust alright.

“Shh I told you to let me love”

“You’re so beautiful when I’m inside of you love. I always love how you let me take my time with you.”

“I’m so glad i met you. I feel so spoiled having such a sexy wife. Maybe i should spoil you with my tongue?”

“Shh hold still my love. Relax.”

“I love you darling. That’s right. I love it when it’s all the way inside your pretty walls”

“Yes that’s it love, let it out. Dont you dare hold back those moans from your husband.”

Kinks

I see him as old fashioned. Not super kinky. If being a care giver (not age play just like being the protector and provider) and a top in bed is a kink you can count that. Also finishing inside of you. Not sure if thats a kink but he has to finish inside of your pussy. He loves the feeling it gives both of you. On the rare occasions you last long enough for him to finish twice he’s in heaven. He’s obsessed with you being filled with him. He pulls back up your panties after and lifts up slightly to push his cum further inside you he doesn’t want anything dripping out of you. He wants it to sit inside of you for the rest of the day/night so that every time you feel filled you remember the sweet love he made to you. I see him enjoying spanking. Bending you over his knee when you’ve been bratty. Or slapping your ass while he fucks you from behind. Eyes winding and mouth watering with he sees you grow wet/wetter from his slaps. Aside from that I see him liking to use his tie to occasionally tie your hands behind your back. Mainly when you’ve been bratty and he wants to fuck you rough. Aside from that at most he would probably use a vibrator on you if you wanted/needed but would prefer to use himself.

Name calling

I don’t think he would be into much name calling. I mean maybe he would be into daddy or sir? Though I see him being softer I could see him having a darker side to him and liking it. But I think he would probably prefer you to names like; love, my darling, husband, baby, both in an out of bed. He would like calling you the same names in an out of bed as well.

Nanami receiving

He loves getting his dick sucked. Groaning at the sound of you lubing him up for your hole. He loves guiding your movements with his hands tangled in your lucious hair. Though he loves this he doesn’t like cuming in your mouth he prefers to cum down your cunny instead. He has a lot of stamina and control so he can prevent himself from cumming down your throat waiting until he uses your other hole.

Thats about the most receiving he likes the rest of the time he’d rather do all the work. Even though technically while you’re sucking him he still doing all the work by being the one to guide all your movements and telling you what to do.

Nanami moaning?

He’ll give soft grunts and moans occasionally. He’ll softly moan and grunt or pant heavily when he finishes inside you. He’s more of a talker than a moaner In my opinion. He loves whispering sweet things into your ears and sushing you quite often. He loves the sound of your moans he doesn’t Sush as a sign to be quiet but more as a sign to “take it” and also out of habit. He’s so used to saying “shh” he sort of does it out of instinct instead of moaning.

All nanami stories by me will be under the hashtag NanamiAria

[urdadssideho3]

When it comes to you, Suguru Geto is the most caring boyfriend in the world. No matter how serious or insignificant you deem it, the moment you may be hurt he's nothing but concerned.

You're making dinner in the kitchen while he reads on the couch, one arm thrown lazily over the end of the arm rest as he taps his fingers to the tune of whatever song he can hear you faintly humming. He can feel the tensions of his days melt off, soothed by the relaxed atmosphere of his home.

Suddenly there's a sharp clatter of metal against itself, followed by a frustrated shout and hushed cursing coming from the kitchen. Before he can even register completely he's rushing into the kitchen to check on you.

"Are you alright princess?" he asks worriedly, coming to a stop next to you. "What happened?" he asked.

You don't answer, hissing in pain instead and rushing past him to the sink to get your wound under cool water. He follows closely, placing a large, comforting palm on your waist as he leans in, peering over your shoulder trying to assess whats happened.

"It's nothing, I just burned myself a bit," you assure, although the pain-crumpled expression you're wearing doesn't make your words convincing in the slightest.

“Let me see," it sounds more like an order than a request, but there's a gentleness in the way he moves your hand from under the tap and cradles it as he examines the irritated red skin on your knuckles that tells you he just wants to make sure you're alright. He frowns deeply.

"What happened?" Suguru asks again

"I was taking the pot off the stove and the water was boiling, and my hand slipped and it spilled on me…" you say, sounding almost ashamed as you glance past him and over to the mess of the stove. "I'm sorry I made a mess."

Suguru shakes his head at your apology, looking down at you. He uses his free hand to cup your face, turning your head so that you're looking at him.

"It's alright princess, it was an accident. It wasn't your fault," he brings your knuckles up to his lips, kissing each one softly. "All that matters is that you're alright."

You blush deeply, smiling shyly at his affection "Thank you Suguru." His response comes in the form of a sweet press of his lips to your forehead and a gentle command to go ice your hand while he cleans up and finishes making dinner.

How lucky you are to have him

[peachsayshi]

───⋆⋅THE WAY YOU LOVE ME (LINK TO FULL STORY)⋅⋆ ───

summary:  breaking up with your ex-boyfriend left your love life in a rut. so, you decide to start a physical relationship (no strings attached) with your close friend, satoru gojo. despite setting up rules, the two of you can't seem to keep your boundaries in check, and the lines that he's so carefully put in place blurs as your worlds slowly collide the deeper you both fall.

note: the entire fic is available on AO3. I originally had this fic posted on Tumblr, but have decided to stop updating on this platform. I do not use wattpad or any other platforms for my fics. If you see anybody else posting this story it has been plagiarized.

fic status: complete

[awnrys]

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ? ᴍᴇ? ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ! (ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ)༉‧₊˚.

bestfriend!megumi x f!reader

jealousy is a very heavy feeling. why was megumi feeling it? you guys weren't together anyways. why should he care who you hang out with? it's only a strange feeling, it will go away in no time! except when it doesn't.

jealous? me? never! playlist!

content: bestfriend!au, childhood friends, friends to lovers, jealousy, angst, fluff, miscommunication, smau in further chapters, implied smut, i've liked you since i met you trope, distancing, i'll always find my way back to you trope

new friend

heavy chest

15 years

why him?

please answer

don't let this happen

now that your gone

fly back

why now?

cope

your my addiction

ive missed you

our happy ending

please comment on this post or any of the chapters to be added to the taglist for updates˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[ladyrowrites]

“EX-BOYFRIEND GOJO”

A/N: Just had a thought about this lol! Might have more ex-boyfriend series :)

Pairings: Gojo x Afab reader

Warning: Angst, Gaslighting, mentions of stalking and bribing, swearing, death threats, smoking, MDNI!!!!

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who gives you the annoyed look everytime you ask him to talk and fix your relationship. He’d sigh and say, “What now, y/n? Am I not enough for you?” 

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who broke up with you because he accused you of being too controlling even though you only asked him to tell you where he was and who he was with every time he said he was going somewhere. When you said that you only wanted to know so you’d stop worrying, he also accused you of being jealous. 

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who hated seeing you move on to someone else so he bribes or threatens all your prospects. Your dates will neither show up or just ghost you. When you learned this from Shoko, you immediately deleted all your social media, changed your phone number, and even changed your home address to escape from his toxicity. 

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who panicked when he went to your house to confront you why you deleted all your social media accounts but it was a stranger who answered your ‘supposed’ to be home and basically harassed Shoko for your new info. Shoko gave Gojo the finger and said, “Leave her alone.”

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who saw you outside your workplace with a blonde guy who was wearing a blue button up shirt under a tan blazer with matching slacks and light shoes and thought why were you two laughing so much and why were you two so close? He was about to approach you but you saw him in your peripheral vision and took your co-worker’s wrist and ran inside your work building. 

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who was furious when he saw you ran away with a nobody compared to him. Really that guy? He bribed and threatened your boss to give him your new address and phone number. There was the biggest smirk on his face because he thought he won.

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who was now fuming because it was the guy he saw you with answered your door and looked so nonchalant at him with a cig in his hand. “Who the fuck are you?” was what he said, the blonde hair guy replied, “If you don’t leave her alone, I will personally help her file a restraining order from you.” And closed the door in his face.

Ex-Boyfriend Gojo who knocked loudly again but when the door opened, his face fell. The same guy now had a cleaver with black and white spots on it in his right hand, and said, “If you don’t leave now or ever…” Then blew a smoke in his face, “I don’t think there will be a nice ending for both of us and I really really don’t like going to jail.” Your ex-boyfriend Gojo just nodded and left.

[makuzume]

i NEED pt 3 of the ghosting smau to be reader ghosting them back or breaking up w them and then they grovel for forgiveness (i also need a somewhat positive ending my heart is aching rn)

JJK Men Ghosting You (Part 3.1)

🔅characters: Gojo, Toji, Geto

🔅content: gn!reader; Only PAIN🫂/ no comcort; Breaking up😇; vague suggestions of Toji possibly cheating (w a gn! person)

🔅a/n: dear anon I am so sorry I don't think that's gonna be happening tonight, but hey! Here's the very sad final part :) (They couldn't fit in one post again ehe)

[JJK Masterlist] [Part 1] [Part 2] [3.2 Nanami, Ino, Sukuna]

🔅Satoru Gojo🔅

🔅Toji Fushiguro🔅

🔅Suguru Geto🔅

tags list: @creative1writings @blu3velvett @poutysprouty @zhenyuuu @tojis-ball-sack @s0mb0dy-0nce-t0ld-me @ilovemyhusbandnanami @byerno6 @ittybittyfanblog @ermbehindyou

Credits to @makuzume on Tumblr || Do not steal, translate, modify, reupload my works on any platform.

[breaddippedinorangejuice]

no thoughts except SUB CHOSO.

Like he's the typa guy to restrain himself when together. Holding hands? Super Gentle. Kisses? You'll feel like an artisan's masterpiece. That dude got scared for a bit during french-kissing, thinking he might accidentally bit you or something (He's an amateur, you understand that. If he really did, you would like it either way) He IS gentle AT FIRST. But once you reassure him enough? That man is HUNGRY. He craves intimacy whenever you're together. It doesn't even have to be always sexual. Like asking you to link pinkies with, looking at you with doe eyes that screams "please kiss me". He's gonna find a way or another to feel close to you. Now in bed, well you're really fucked, like literally. He eats you out like a starved man and go into you like there's no tomorrow. I mean, you got a cervical bruising one time. He's obviously not the doing-it-in-public-place typa guy, he prefers the comfort of your home, especially bed. That way, he gets full access to your body and vice versa. And also, that man is VOCAL. Like, he would whimper at the slightest graze of your touch. He would chase it, actually. That man wants your hands all over him, taking control and making him feel good. He wants to hear your voice, your reassurance that he is a good boy. Wants you to talk through it. And when you both finished, the aftercare is heavenly. Would not rest until you're clean and relaxed. Giving your body kisses as he cleans your body with lukewarm water (he insists the kisses makes you more clean) and him occasionally wanting you to kiss him, on his forehead, nose, everywhere really.

" 'Just need your touch" he mumbles often.

When the bed is also rid of all the filth, he always wants to be spooned as you two fell asleep. Would not have the other way. Mutters "i love you s' much" until his body and mind embrace sleep.

MANN MY HEART AND MIND AAAHHHHHCCKKK😫😫💕💕💕💕

Submissive men is just really my type. AND CHOSO IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFEEE, I MEAN HE'S DEFFO A FAMILY GUY. Want him to be the daddy to my child😼😼😼

OOkayy, I think that's enough LOL. If you read this far, congratulations! I don't why you did that. ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ

[megamindsecretlair]

The Secret Choso Files

Do not copy or repost my work. Reblogs are encouraged. Do not use my work to train AI. 18+ only. Minors do not interact.

Choso x Black!reader Fics

Stitch Me Where My Heart Bleeds

[lilacxquartz]

Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 20

satoru gojo x f!reader x suguru geto

plot: moving to the city from a small town was no easy feat, especially to start teaching as a jujutsu sorcerer.

a/n: part 2, aka the continuation is now in process. warning for newcomers: this is a yandere story with dark (non-con, violence) themes. read on with caution. this story does not romanticise either concept.

masterlist • ao3 • chapter directory • < previous chapter • next chapter >

20. Promise

[3 months later]

You have never been one for goodbyes, but life as it had turned out, had already forced you to do so not once, but twice already.

The first time was voluntary; when you had left your sleepy hometown and the long-haunting corrupt influence far behind. It seemed like such a good decision back then, when you at long last, had obtained that prized referral to work at one of the country’s most prestigious Jujutsu institutions. It almost seemed too good to be true, and maybe that’s because it was, because, just like everything else in your life—all of the highs had to come down—inviting the lows to linger, to fester, to… rot.

The second time wasn’t by your own choice, however, but something far, far worse. If you were being honest, you couldn’t have made sense of your situation if you tried. Forced to flee from Tokyo following an obsession that went too far, the ever-lasting consequences of summer had consumed your life to the point where you were once again left a victim of an unrequited influence out of your control.

You’ve had plenty of time to think about just how exactly it all went wrong, too, and just for a while, you were happy to appoint the self-blame. In a twisted sense, you believed that it was your fault for trying to naively infiltrate a jaded world with such fresh hope. Maybe it was wrong of you to have dreamt of a better life; maybe you should never have tried with Jujutsu to begin with. Perhaps you should have taught the ordinary future generations of today because, it wasn’t like they didn’t matter, too. They were more responsible for future cursed energy than they even knew.

…But then again, how were you supposed to know that you were going to be so entangled between… them?

It wasn’t as though you set out to ruin your own life, after all. It was out of your control from the very second you let your guard down—from the moment that you placed your trust in the two people you shouldn’t have. That couldn’t have been on you, though. Surely not.

You did suppose, however, that in some sort of twisted sense, that your return to the city (albeit against your will) could have been considered a reunion of sorts when you were met with those chilling blue eyes once more. What was once a calm blue sea guiding the way now turned out to be a violent storm—its waves dragging you into the murky depths, anchoring you within it—but not quite letting you drown, at least not yet. You instead were trapped. Imprisoned in a floating limbo, forced to endure whatever… this… all was. It was humiliating, perhaps even insulting and you berated yourself mentally every single passing day for not fighting back against Satoru fucking Gojo when he confronted you back in Osaka, but then again, that same pressing question begged your rationality once more; how exactly were you ever supposed to go against someone like him to begin with?

Someone like him, who had the entire world of Jujutsu wrapped right around his finger.

As bleak as it all sounded, as harsh as the reality reigned true; you never had a chance to begin with, did you? Whether you ran away or stayed behind—it would have likely gone this way, because… after a summer of getting to know him, you of all people knew the truth (from learning it the hard way), that Satoru Gojo always got what he wanted.

You sighed as your eyes rolled back to glare at the fluorescent-lit ceiling, the pale flickering glow straining against your eyes. It was almost comedic with how dramatically it all came undone, like it was some sort of sick joke and you were the unsuspecting punchline right at the very end. Tokyo was supposed to be your fresh start away from the monotonous flow of small-town politics and its corrupt influence, so why on earth did it follow you here, too? You did everything right, after all, you studied hard and you persevered, you earned your place in the world, and just as it all finally began to fall into place… it unraveled. It was truly as though the string that you delicately wove through the passage of life was on its last thread, destined to snap from the moment it all connected.

(There was never a chance. There was always something in the way.)

You sat up, trying to avoid the light only to catch a flash of it reflected in the sleek black tiled floors. Closing your eyes in frustration, you tried to think back to the good times. You did suppose that the city was technically everything you had otherwise fantasised it to be; loud, noisy, and bustling with endless life. It was a far cry from the watchful and prying eyes of your quaint town. There was something… special about Tokyo because you were able to simply just… disappear, as one fleeting face of many, a living ghost blurring in and out of the crowd as you had pleased, free at last.

For it to have been taken away just from the introduction of three people, was almost hilarious. It was funny how that all worked. Just three people. Three.

Shoko, bless her heart, was your first real friend who guided you into the person that you desperately yearned to be. Someone both caring yet unrestricted from the confines of a sheltered former adolescence and then, guiding you into the further depths of it all, was… them.

Ah, Suguru Geto. If only you knew, huh? You laid back down with your head now slightly throbbing with a faint aura; the beginning of a migraine. These damned lights. So brooding and mysterious he was—it was a shame that he had to turn out the way that he did—a nightmare disguised as a dream. Was it your fault for admiring him from a distance initially? Did you somehow fall victim to some sort of manipulative act, when you found his calm, almost contemplative personality to be a comfort? His suffocating presence wasn’t something you could quite predict, after all, so possessive and longing, yet somehow subtly so. To have eluded the perceptive gaze of Shoko and even Satoru was almost impressive, but unsurprising because even he managed to fool you at times. Oh, how crazy he made you feel, even for just doubting him at all.

Then there was Satoru Gojo. Ah, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru… Oh, so ever loud and energetic, Satoru… Truth be told, you found him overwhelming at first, but there was a certain quality of his that drew you in. He was good at both carrying the conversation as well as involving you within it, making you feel special when the attention landed on you for just a second and dare you say, even… validated. Just like Suguru however, he couldn’t keep up the act for very long, though, even if he did crumble last. In some ways, he was the most volatile one out of both of them, because beyond that playful facade that he let on, was something else that bubbled and simmered beneath the surface. It was hard to tell at times, but it was certainly there.

Something that wasn’t quite calm, but maybe tender. Something that was… vulnerable and whatever it was, it made him dangerous to be around.

So in the end, if you had to truly reflect, then maybe it was all three of you that were at fault.

All three of you were that were victims of losing yourself in an attempt to look for something meaningful in that endless, unforgiving city. All three of you were subjected to the quickly fleeting addiction that you could never quite hold onto, of being both seen and understood. It was no wonder that you opened up too quickly and too soon, slipping on that pair of rose-tinted glasses longer than you should have. Maybe if you took them off when you had the chance, then you too, could have been yet another passing soul in and out of their lives, but you weren’t.

You got attached and so did they, and now, for a lack of better words, it wasn’t just your life that was ruined, but theirs too. All together, the three of you floated around in an unending, aimless drift, leaving Shoko to pick up the pieces (as usual).

The migraine faded and never thankfully developed, but you still grimaced at the light that flickered all the same. He was home, but not close just yet. All of those riches that lined his pockets and he couldn’t afford to screw in a better bulb for the lights or at least opt for something warmer and less clinical. You wanted to punch that light, to let it shatter and paint the room in a much-needed night, but you couldn’t. So instead, you were illuminated and exposed, plunged into the spotlight, forced to look at the pretty little cell he had confined you to.

Such continuous misery left you wondering if your life could have been… maybe… better if you followed Suguru. In a way, you missed his pretty lies because he at least tried to offer you comfort and see you for who you truly were, but he also hurt you, so you couldn’t forgive him. Twice. He hurt you twice and yet, your mind still drifted to him at times. Why? You couldn’t make sense of it—of him—of the very same man who despite forcing you to bury your past behind and move on—surely had an issue with never letting you go, with never letting anything that ever happened to you… go.

Did this therefore make Satoru better or worse? You didn’t even know anymore. They were both equal runner-ups for the worst human being, that much was for certain. Suguru may have been involved from the start, but he was nothing like Satoru, who was always watching right from the start, more closely than you, or anyone else had ever known. Those burning blue eyes so focused yet serene, locked on you in a way that almost felt invasive. If Suguru was the storm, then Satoru must have been the cataclysm itself.

Devastating. Consequential. Unforgiving.

Indeed, you were never free.

All of the hope, all of the dreams—everything else that fell in between—none of it was ever real.

The only thing that had ever remained consistent throughout this whole experience was the part where Satoru told you that he would never, ever let you go.

The lights above you were now starting to buzz and crackle, fading in and out with every muffled thud. He was approaching. Suddenly, you regretted spending so much time reflecting on the aftermath of your life yet again, knowing that you had spent yet another day moping around, thinking of them, of him… knowing fully well that you were never truly alone.

Satoru would reunite with you every night, on clockwork, never late and always on time.

His voice was calm, always welcoming yet never inviting. You always found yourself flinching as he greeted you, wanting nothing more than to be left alone for the night. Just one night was all you asked him for—it was all you begged for at one point—for him to not talk to you, for him to not… touch you. A single night was all that you asked for, a break from having to play pretend.

“Ah, [name],” Satoru cooed, lowering an unwinding staircase that revealed a mocking glimpse of the room just above. A faint reminder of just how close the surface was, yet so inaccessible. The entrance operated on a motor, using some sort of secret code. There was a dial pad inside of the basement he kept you in as a failsafe just in case it locked him in, but try as you might to crack the code, you never guessed it right and every time you failed, it sent an alert to him. “You haven’t moved an inch from where I left you last! Didn’t I tell you about the importance of needing to stretch, even if it’s just for a minute or two a day?”

“Please just let me go,” you croaked out weakly, knowing that he wasn’t going to oblige, let alone even humour you.

Predictably ignoring your request, he walked over to you, setting down a plain white plastic bag right where you lay, strategically positioning it so that you could spot your favourite snacks and drinks poking out.

“It’s been a hell of a long day, you know,” he continued, adopting a softer tone that almost sounded hopeful, “did you miss me?”

You closed your eyes in an attempt to block him out. “You already know the answer to that one, don’t you?”

Satoru snorted a half-laugh, seeming annoyed but also amused. “You’ll have to admit it one day, [name],” he reminded, “the sooner you learn to… adapt, the sooner it’ll start to look up for you, and maybe, just maybe…” he trailed off, letting the beginning of a promise hang, “I’ll let you see your friends again, maybe I’d even let you see… him,” he paused as he said that last word, his composed demeanour ever so slightly faltering at the indirect mention of Suguru, “so, what do you say?”

You repeated the same answer you always did, “Never, Gojo,” you sighed, already expecting the worst as he took up the free seat next to you on the sofa, settling right where your head lay.

You felt a cold shocking jolt run through your body as his cold hands cupped your face, tilting your head up to meet with his longing yet intense stare. He would do such a thing on occasion, hoping that you would return even a hint of the way you once looked at Suguru before, and yet you didn’t. In your eyes, there was resentment but also, if he looked hard enough, fear.

“What have I told you about being so formal, huh?” he murmured, scoffing a little, “we’ve been over this, you’ll call me Satoru and we’re… we’re going to make this work,” he reminded you, trying to maintain his composure, “I’m not letting you go either way, so you’re going to have to drop that at some point, because like it or not, it’s not up to you how it all goes… it never has been.”

You blinked, unable to reply.

Satoru’s eyes softened for a moment, revealing a hint of internally conflicting vulnerability, maybe even traces of guilt glinting in his stare. “We’ll play pretend for as long as we have to, yeah? We’ll make all of it feel real one day.”

His words cut sharp even if it was just a reminder of something you already knew, that there was some sort of unseen force meddling in the sidelines of your life, forcing you to endure whatever life had in store for you, even if it meant pretending that it was all okay.

One thing did bother you, though.

A question that you looped over and over in the back of your mind and yet you never did dare ask him, as if afraid to hear the answer.

If he was simply fulfilling his promise to never let you go…

…Then why was he punishing you for being here?

[s4turn-ly]

Inspired on Chapter 8 of Over the Threshold by @fushiglow 💞🥹 ‼️‼️‼️

I'm not normal about them

[retiredteabag]

retiredteabag rant *

I cannot believe I even have to say this but: you are weird if you “age up” minors in a sexual context. It is equally as weird as simply writing smut about a minor.

None of these characters are real to begin with, and I am aware that they do not exist, still, they are not created to be viewed in a sexual manner.

Stop sexualizing a being created to represent a child.

I cannot fathom seeing a character look, think, and behave like a kid and still feel the need to write porn about them.

There is rarely an instance where someone need justify their rightful actions, so if you do need to come up with loopholes to objectify a child, I would recommend rethinking why you are doing it.

At the end of the day, it is wrong to see a character- in high school, and lust after them.

If you need to “age up” a character to the age of 18 simply to have sex with them without any character development I cannot see how you wouldn’t find that unnerving. This should not be normalized.

To some extent, I do understand an argument that it is not “harming anyone” but I don’t believe this is necessarily true. Normalizing the sexualization of a child is never good.

The saying “just let people enjoy things” often ignores valid criticism and shows defensiveness toward something that, by all accounts, is repulsive. Even when reading fanfiction, as silly as it sounds, we should be thinking critically. Do remember that absorbing criticism about something you enjoy does not magically ruin it. (more in-depth article cited below if you are interested)

And at the end of the day, if the author does not canonize the aging of a minor, then they remain a child.

Don’t be a creep.

Wagner, K. (2019, May 9). Don’t Let People Enjoy Things. The Baffler. https://thebaffler.com/latest/dont-let-people-enjoy-things-wagner