#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

[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

[kindalonely-ngl]

Jujutsu kaisen really is one of the best, if not THE best fandom with creatively nasty smut writers. I said what I said.

[haikyuusandhotchocolate]

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

[aag17]

Nerd Gojo is the best thing to be created and I love him with all my heart🩵

(Feel free to comment Nerdjo fic-recs or fan art, and plug your own work!)

[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

[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.

[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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[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

[s4turn-ly]

Happy birthday to my beautiful princess 🥹💞💞💞

this is part of a collab I did with @fushiglow 🙂‍↕️💞💞💞💞 ily

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[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

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[lilacxquartz]

morning troubles;

kenjaku x f!reader

plot: both of you were insatiable in the morning — themes: smut, (giving) oral, p i v, kissing, kenjaku being a pervert, established relationships — w.c: 1.5k • masterlist • ao3

a/n: messing around with (hopefully natural reading) couple dynamics here, some bickering, some teasing with smut in all sorts of positions. i have another idea regarding using the brainTM but maybe as a fluff piece, we’ll see!

You woke up with a start. Albeit reluctantly, you opened up your eyes only to see Kenjaku’s face pressed right up against yours. He looked back at you with an almost alarming intensity, his pupils zeroing into your soul. You couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy as a result, especially given the creepy, almost-knowing smile he wore.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?”

The smug tone in his voice that followed your question did not help in the slightest either, “Oh, well, you see,” he began, allowing his eyes to drift down the bed, “I have a bit of a problem.”

Your eyes narrowed as your eyes drifted towards the middle of the bed, catching a glimpse of his morning wood pitching a tent in the duvet. Returning your gaze to lock in with his own, somehow his expression grew a hint more perverted; his eyes half-lidded and his face noticeably flushed.

“Yeah?” you sighed a resigned breath, “that’s why, huh?”

Kenjaku’s lips stretched to reveal a toothy grin that time, his hand dipping below the blanket to lazily stroke along his shaft. “You’ll help me out, won’t you?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to scold him. “I don’t even get a ‘good morning’ or anything like that and you’re already being so demanding…”

“Good morning,” he sassed in response, “now how about you—“

“—don’t, don’t you dare even finish that sentence,” you shot back right away before taking a deep breath and sighing, “fine though, fiiine, I’ll help you out…”

Begrudgingly, you lowered yourself down, pulling the blanket down along with you all the while he propped himself up to lean back over the headboard. With the freeing pull of your hands, his erection sprung free at long last, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

You extended a hand, coiling your fingers around his cock, brushing your palm in a back-and-forth motion, soon guiding the tip into your mouth, taking him in slowly. It didn’t take too long for him to surrender to his own call for pleasure though, with your rhythm knocked slightly off balance from him rocking into your mouth regardless, pushing in to slide right across your tongue and hit the back of your throat.

Before you could properly respond, one hand snaked its way over to your scalp, entangling his digits within. The other drifted towards your cheek to lightly tap on its side, directing your attention towards him.

“God, you look so good when you’re choking on my cock,” he murmured as he took notice of the continuously annoyed look on your face, finding the situation amusing, “you can stop looking at me like that though, I know that you secretly love this.”

Kenjaku didn’t give you any time to think of a reply however, quickly hilting himself further into your throat, deeply enjoying the sensation of you writhing from his intrusion, just barely containing him. He continued regardless of your quickly disheveled state, the sight too intoxicating to ignore.

Feeling greedy, he let slip of a request with the urgency of demand—how desperate he was to share this moment with you, “Touch yourself – get turned on as I use you—“

You tore your arm out from your awkward position before reaching down in between your legs, feeling for your clit. While he guided the motion in your head, you ran messy circles around the bud, with your main focus being how to scold this fossil later on, yet being incapacitated for the time being—letting him use your throat instead—feeling your cheeks cave from the suction.

Just as you felt him get close though, he yanked you away, pulling both out of you as well as distracting you from your momentum. Kenjaku took a moment to admire your heater state; the heat of the moment colouring your cheeks. “You turned on yet?”

It took you a moment to catch up.

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “I’m wet—“

Without warning, he flipped you over to your back, taking no time at all to loom over your form. His fingers made their way into your soaked slit to check—plunging his digits into your slickened cunt before retracting away—bringing the glistening knuckles over to his lips instead, tasting the evidence of your arousal.

“You taste so good,” he praised, feeling himself throb even harder, somehow.

Steadily, he folded your legs upwards, positioning his saliva-soaked tip over your entrance and easing himself with lubricated ease—just how he liked it. His pursuit was immediate, bucking into your core with hungry fervour, the pace reaching an almost brutal tempo. Quickly, he surrendered to the addictive feeling of you clenching beneath him, so turned on that you couldn’t deny it for any longer; breathless moans escaping your lips, giving away just how good he made you feel, leaving him feeling equally breathless.

“Fuuuck,” he gasped out, slamming into you all the while, “it’s like you were made for me,” he added, “do you like being used like this?” he asked in a low whisper, leaning over you so that your legs fell flat over the bed again, nearly spent from the intensity of skin meeting with skin—again and again.

Though, Kenjaku did pause for a hot beat, stopping himself from saying anything too vulgar, his priority for the time being was on making you both feel good. He locked his words in his throat instead, pistoning himself at an unforgiving rate into your sopping sex, his wide smile smoothed into intense focus.

Barely able to hold his ground, he regretfully stilled and felt himself blur into you, coming undone as soon as the feeling pushed through. His hands clamped around your back, pulling you closer to his chest as he tried to stop himself, but it was far too late.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he huffed in a ragged whine, “I’m still not fully in control of this guy—did you at least…?”

You shook your head. “No, but it’s fine, it was still nice—“

Kenjaku interrupted you quickly, stifling your assurance with a kiss. “You smell so good,” he whispered against your lips, leaning forward, “just give me a minute and I can…”

You shook your head again, trying to resist teasing him over his bruised ego. “It’s fine—promise.”

Kenjaku however wasn’t taking that for an answer, refusing to acknowledge his slightly wounded pride. He kissed you again and when he pulled away, he couldn’t help but feel his once-sated arousal stir again over just how good you looked, pulling you gently over him so that you were sat over his lap with your breasts pressed against his upper body.

“Obliviously it’s not okay,” he scoffed, “I’ll be damned if I’m not the one to finish you off.”

You narrowed your eyes at the self-assigned mission he seemed to give himself, although, parting your legs all the same. You then settled over his renewed length, rolling your hips while he held onto the plush muscle of your ass—his fingernails sinking bleeding crescents—lazily pushing himself forth to try and match your rhythm. A low gravelly hum escaped his lips as he strained himself, still sore from before.

He looked up at you, taking in your appearance yet again. “You must be a demon or something,” he lightheartedly jabbed, propping a thumb to gently massage your clit, “a succubus or something similar – you’re going to ruin me—“ he gasped once more, “hold that thought.”

You held onto his shoulders, throwing your head forward to lean against him as he worked both his fingers and his hips alike, plunging forth into you with bruising intensity. The two of you just barely retained any sliver of composure, with your legs beginning to tremble, giving in to the rising bliss at last. Kenjaku too, a second time, was almost in pain and yet—

“God,” he groaned, his voice breaking slightly at the sensation, yet unable to deny the feel of you contracting around his cock—fluttering internally, your legs going numb and warm yet boneless, like heated putty in his hands. “Finally,” he sighed, “I thought you were going to kill me.”

“So, no round three then?” you joked.

Kenjaku’s face paled at the mention, the teasing flying right over his head. “Absolutely not, you’re responsible both for finding me a new vessel if you break this one and for the transplant, if so,” he wearily sighed, pulling you closer, still buried in you.

“Okay, let’s—“

“—what did I just tell you?” he scolded, adjusting himself so that he slipped out of you. “I’m exhausted, anyway.”

Despite yawning right after, you tried to still leave his hold. “That’s your problem, Kenny. I’m gonna go ahead and grab breakfast.”

However, Kenjaku had already made up his mind as he turned over to his side, taking you down with him and shushing you in the process. “Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, you devil,” he warned, reeling you as close as possible, “you’re going to keep me company.”

“What are you doing—“ you quickly replied in protest.

“—quiet,” he interrupted while yawning, pushing his nose into the crook of your neck. “Wake me up in an hour or something.”

All the while you tried to claw out of his death grip, not getting very far at all. “Please no. I’m going to be so bored—“

Kenjaku however just simply smiled with his eyes still closed, locking you into his hold without any room to spare. “Too bad, you’ll survive.”

[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