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[toji-bunny-girl]

bartender toji fucking the living daylights out of us after a nasty breakup ? also have a nice day

ON THE H★USE !!

#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆 ⟢ bartender!Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader #𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 ⟢ riding the hot bartender after a break up is the least expected thing you’ll ever think of #𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⟢ alcohol, pet names, foreplay, fingering, teasing, grinding, pre-cum, no protection, creampie, car sex, nipple play, squirting, size difference, big dick toji papa, alpha toji with xxxxxxxxl dick, multiple orgasm, one-sided drunk sex (?), power play, I’m so lazy to do tags, who even reads content warnings tbh #𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 ⟢ 4k #𝑨/𝑵 ⟢ don’t let this flop guys I spent way too much time on this when I should be studying for my exam 😭

“Plus, he literally had to beg me to act like I was cummin’ when he stuck his sorry excuse of a dick in me!” your eyelids hung heavily over your eyes as you exclaimed, brows shooting down in a frown. “Get a load of that guy, am I right?”

“He doesn’t pay for your stuff, and he can’t fuck good?!” Toji teasingly mirrored your tone as he manoeuvre behind the bar, uniform taut from the way he natchly flexed his arms; the bottles clinking as he worked deftly to craft out the beverage you ordered. “What a man.”

It has been 2 hours since you’ve been rambling on about your ex-boyfriend, and the ravenette felt like he’d known this stranger for years—all of his secrets and traits aired into his ears. Albeit, it was getting a bit boring, with the same repeated stories tumbling out of your voluble mouth. But still, he enjoyed chuckling at your adorable insobriety, fuelled by drunken mania. 

“Here you go, princess,” a small tug lifted the ends of his scarred lips when your eyes patently glimmered at the newly served alcohol. “It’s the last I can give you, we’re closing…” Toji’s eyes momentarily flickered to his watch, “in 7 minutes.”

“Oh, okay!” you deliriously yawped, downing the beverage into your liqueur-brimmed system before handing him your card, which you aimlessly threw at him, not even lucid of your motions. “Just swipe it.”

Toji simply brushed it off, taking it towards the other side of the counter. He's used to unintentional antics like yours, as long as the tab was paid off he has no problem with them. 

15,900 yen. 

The digits flashed past his eyes like stars, igniting a luminous glint in his dark emerald orbs. Hell, was it a sum to casually splurge on at some mid-high bar? He’s got a pretty girl with probably an equally pretty amount of personality in her wallet, sprawled on the bar top wailing about her broken heart. 

Oh, how he would love to play saviour. 

“Here, princess. Time to go home,” he tapped your card onto the counter after the successful transaction. His gruff voice was low as you drifted further from your haywired consciousness and towards a delicious drowse. You didn’t move when he neared your face, attempting to marshal up your scattered coherence by calling into your ear. 

Toji sighed as he leaned back onto his feet, and crossed his bulky arms, pondering the ways to get you out of the otherwise empty bar. 

It was 12:58 am and the other inebriated customers had gone out by themselves or with their friends dragging them along. Except for you, softly snoring on the sticky counter. 

His coworker shrugged at him when the ravennette glanced at the shorter male for help. “Just get her out of here. I’ll clean up the rest, and you owe me this one,” always so kind—how Toji wished he could smooch that man right then. 

“Thanks, man,” Toji’s eyes curved in moon crescents, before settling his sight onto your dozed frame. His finger pressed against your temple, and your head lolled to the side in suit of a light push; a trail of drool slipping past your plump lips. You were completely and utterly out of it, huh?

Grasping onto your arm, the male lightly shook you awake, the warmth from his calloused palm stimulating your nerves vivified. “Hey, Mr. Bartender…” you had an uneven smile on your crooked lips, sleepiness bubbling into the air with every laggard blink as you breathily chuckled. “Are you gonna bring me home?”

“I don’t know about that, princess,” his tone was syrupy sweet and it licked the ends of your lips upwards into a velvety grin. “But we gotta go now. Come on,” Toji’s hands came to yours, gently pulling you off of the bar stool. You followed after his guide, slipping your card into your pocket before frisking behind him like a lamb to the door. 

The burly male turned to his wrist after the door swung close in the wake of your exit, checking his watch; it read 1:04 am. The train station is closed and it’s going to kill his conscience if he leaves you by the streets like he always does with intoxicated male customers. He has no idea where you stay anyway—best to call a friend of yours to take you home. 

“(Y/N)?”

A grating, vexatious voice called. The two of you swivelled your gaze to the source to find your cheating, insipid creature of an ex with an arm thrown over some chick’s shoulders, chortling at the unstable mess you were. Your eyes were puffy and tumid from the hours of crying slash ranting session, and you were anything but lucid from the way you looked. 

How fucking lucky.

“What you got going on here? Getting kicked out of a bar?” your ex taunted, nearing his face to yours as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Y-You…as—”

“Have the lady some of her space, buddy,” Toji’s authoritative voice prevailed over yours as he pushed the male away, rendering him to helplessly stumble backward into a fall. The woman in his arm hid her giggle with a gasp before helping his fuming ass up, his face beet red from his ignominious tumble. 

“Who are you?” he barked, eyelids flying open to show the hidden whites and teeth bared in belligerence. 

“A man who can make her cum, without begging her to fake it,” the woman burst into a half-concealed snicker when the ravennette broke the air with his unanticipated words. Your face grew to be saturated with ardent red, from both the intoxicant that coursed through your veins and the sentence you thought you had heard.

“I call it bullshit,” your ex spat with his upper lip pulled up in disrelish. There’s a flash of humiliation in his glare—he knew Toji seemed better than him and it killed him to know you’ve got suitors who are way out of his league. 

“It’s true,” you tapped Toji’s metallically stiff chest with a twisted, satisfied smirk on your rat-arsed face. “He toootally didn’t just stick his dick in me and call it a day, y’know?”

“Fucking whore.”

“What d’ya say?!” you screeched, ready to pounce on the asshole. “I sent you to the ER once, and I’ll do it again!”

“Alright, that’s enough, princess,” Toji tenaciously held onto your arm, and you’re stuck by him even without him using much strength. “We don’t want you dirtying your hands, do we?” 

A nasty shove met the male’s chest, knocking the air out of his lungs when he hit the ground. It was merely a fraction of Toji’s force, and it already had the male choking to breathe on the ground. 

“Speak to her like that again, and it’s not going to be just a push,” you could hear the rise of a dour, serrated threat in his tone, and it begot the asshole to cower back in trepidation. 

Pussy, Toji grimace. Albeit he was no saint himself but he absolutely despises the ilk of guys your ex filtered into—boisterous and a bully to women, yet nothing but a trifling mutt in front of men.

A tug of his arm, and your limbs wrapped around his wretched him out of his state of visceral contempt. “Take me home!” you ineptly exclaimed, a gruntled grin on your adorable, roguish face. 

Briefly riveting his baleful gaze onto the splayed male on the bitumen, Toji steered you uphill towards the parking lot as you clumsily tottered aside him. 

The encounter with the small-dick fucker sure rendered him more understanding of your evening of outburst. Plus, for you to be cheated on that piece of work was truly the icing on the cake. “Poor you, huh?”

“Forget ‘bout him! You were so cool I almost cummed right there and then,” you teasingly giggled as you peered at him through your heavy eyelids. 

Fuck—it’s no good for you to be saying that with that look on your face. 

His eyes rest ahead the road as you soon come to near the bright red C8 Corvette the woman he’s estranged with had previously gifted him, the car standing out amongst the parked vehicles like a sore thumb. 

Your eyes scintillated in awe when the car luridly flashed and beeped in the night, “That’s yours?!” you cried aloud, frisking all the way to the car, before stumbling over thin air and nearly jolting forward into a fall. Luckily, Toji was quick enough to catch you by your arm, saving your knee a painful event of bloody excoriation. “Oopsie daisie.”

Cute, Toji chortled. 

Jumping into the vehicle, the potent roar of the engine cut through the midnight air after you’ve settled neatly in the passenger seat, the only thing missing was the safety belt that was supposed to secure your form. Reaching to your side, Toji’s hand briefly brushed over your exposed thigh, the hem of your short dress riding up to merely cover your panty. 

A soft, almost inaudible noise fled your lips, and his eyes laid on your face, the faint, intimate gold beam from the street lamp illuminating your glowing features. Your orbs were luminous through the dark, and it roused an innate lasciviousness that lay dormant in his core. 

The liquor that flowed through your blood vessels had not quelled through the lapse of time, but it did not take away your clarity to feel the tension that electrified the air molecules into sweltering magnetism. And gosh do you want to snatch the constriction in the atmosphere and tear it through your canines. 

“Touch me,” you whispered, so soft and vulnerable Toji could seemingly snap you in half with just a touch. 

“You’re drunk, princess,” he reminded, yet he remained unshifted over your smaller frame, his hand merely a molecule from your tempting flesh that sang for his warmth. 

“No,” you were firm. Something in you purled, bubbling a heavy, demanding need to have him devour you. “I want you,” your breath was hot, scorchingly so; airy and desperate. 

“You want me?” his hand fell to your wrist, grasping your soft skin under his heavy hold, and guiding you over to his seat, straddling his lap. His gaze cut through your eyes, daubing pressure against your jumbled nerves, his intensity threatened to slice through the silky jugular of your vulnerability. And you nearly moaned under his eyes.

You gingerly nodded at him, and you thought the knit between your brows was enough to speak for your neediness. 

His grip on your wrist tightened a fraction before you missed the heat radiating from his palm. “Careful, princess. You might regret this,” he had paved a way out, it’s a leave it or fuck it situation served beneath your fingertip—and all the atoms in your body leaped into the growling blaze in the abyss residing in his essence. 

“Please,” your voice was barely a note above a mumble, yet the weight of your single word mitigated any marshalled resistance in him. 

His hands slid up your thighs, inching under your dress, sending tingles to your throbbing core. The intensity that radiated from him ceased to waver as he leaned against your neck, brushing against your skin as you gulped. Dark, ashen clouds drew above the emerald forest of his before he spoke, almost threateningly against your throat, “I want you to remember every single detail of this in the morning.”

With a breathless nod, you had swung the floodgates of your amenability open to his guttural thirst. The heavy, rapacious waves of your desires crash into superposition. You were the fuel and he was the fire, together the air detonated into space. 

His wet lips met yours in a whim, sucking onto your flesh until it stung, greedily tasting every crook and cranny of your wet cavern with the bumps of his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as your hands flew to clutch onto his head, deepening the kiss to reach his insides while his rough fingers sank into the plump flesh of your ass. 

Your lips burned with his saliva, and his tongue fluttered with yours. The atmosphere felt all-consuming, gripping onto your throat and restricting the air from flushing down your windpipe. Yet, your core pulsed between your thighs, an excited blaze slowly roaring into something bigger than you could handle. 

Your chest rose and fell in a quick tempo when you snatched your lips away from his, grasping as much air as you could within a second before you dove right into him. Albeit your sight was hazy, you caught sight of the luminous flush that panned over his cheeks. 

Pretty, pretty. You chanted in your head as your hands slid down to his clothes, clumsily popping the buttons off of the garment that kept the warmth of his skin away from your touch. You want him, you want him. 

Your fingers nearly melted when they met his hot, sinewy chest, and Toji’s teeth sank a little too hard into your bottom lip when you teased his nipples under your touch, innervating them hard with every flick. The salient bulge in his pants rolled against your folds, merely separated by an annoying piece of your underwear, and your moans jumbled into each other’s mouths

“Fuck, princess. You’re driving me crazy,” Toji breathily groaned when your sloppy lips sundered apart, a hot string of mixed saliva connecting your swollen, red lips together. His large hands lifted your ass up into the air as he palmed them, the warmth from him sending a snuggly sensation through your body. “It’s no fun when only you get to tease.”

Your eyes playfully gleamed, before the light shot out of the crater of your orbs—his finger pressed against your sodden panty, damp with arousal. The tingles shyly reached through your belly as he rubbed your hardening bud, and your body shuddered against his. 

“You’re not playing fair,” he murmured against your jaw, leaving trails of bruised kisses down your jugular. His hand left your heat just as the high came close to your clutch, leaving you with nothing but the lingering cold touches of his. 

With a defeated sigh, you ground your knee against his growing hardness, your finger shyly rubbing against the clothed tip of the constrained mount, the spot slowly growing dark from amativeness. 

Toji sunk deeper into the headrest as you touched him, his exposed chest ceaselessly rising and falling. His breath hitched in his throat when you twirled his sensitive nipple between your fingers; your heated exhales warming the side of his neck as his grip almost painfully firmed onto the fat of your ass. 

You didn’t allow his peaking orgasm to come through, forcing yourself off of his sore, throbbing erection, and your teeth bared into a dirty smile. “I am playing fair.”

“You want to test me, princess?” he chuckled, the bassy timbre of his scratching the knot of an itch inside your ears. A gasp leaped out of your throat as your body jolted forward, his seat clicked backward to its maximum taut, “I’ll make you cry for more.”

You found your back nestled in his stead, your thighs spread open with his calloused hand slipping down your supple flesh. His fingers tapped nearer and nearer to your heat, before slipping off your soiled panty. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” Toji sucked an inhale through his teeth as he leered at your dripping sex—thick, rough thumb fluttering friction on your clit once again. Your eyelids flitted shut as you softly moaned against the air, the smell of your arousal filled the confinement of the car; the scent nearly making him growl when it panged hard against his nostrils. 

You watched as Toji slipped a thick finger into your velvety folds, feeling it trodding past your walls. Your heat snugly enveloped him as he filled your inside with another digit, his two fingers pressing, and running themselves over your slick cunny. “Gotta stretch you good for me, princess.” 

Your back inched into the seat with a contented sigh, enjoying the build-up of ticklish pressure stacking up your tummy. Toji was ridiculously dexterous with his fingers—deftly stroking your cunt, and quick to find the spot in you that innervated your pure senses with a ting. 

“S-Shit—” your body was subservient to his touches; your spine curved into an arch, your toes curled tight and your fingernails dug into the flesh of his arm. “M’feel so good. Toji—fuck,” it was as if his fingers were gilded in Eros’ heavenly blessing, the godly grace spilling into your pleasure. Tears began prickling at the sides of your eyes from how hard you were squeezing them, your flailing legs kicking against the dashboard of his car. 

“So pretty when you cry,” Toji groaned under his breath, his damp restraints painfully throbbing from the way your squelching walls tightened around his fingers—oh, how he fucking wish it was his cock in you right there and then. 

His touches were singing your walls into melting squirts of drool, pearls of arousal weeping between your thighs in the wake of his careful strokes. Never were you touched in such a way, and you felt like balling from how good it felt. “M’ close! M’gonna cum! Oh my gosh—!”

“Come on. Cum for me, princess,” you could hear his smirk in his voice as pleasure kissed your senses, fluttering through your electrified nerves and sending a jolt of tingles all over your body. Your mouth was lax open into an ‘o’, nails marking his skin as they sank deeper into his arm, and your walls tightly spasmed with a wave of rough euphoria cracking your bones weak. You fucking came from his mere fingers. 

Your eyes bat open with your lips sundered from your pants, your face ardently glowing from your subduing high. “Fuck…” your wet thighs quivered from the sheer force of your orgasm, and you blinked in disbelief. 

Over 2 decades of living and it was the first time cumming from a real man, not your fingers nor toys. But the brawny, sex-dripped male slipping your dress off of your spent body. 

You almost fell in love. 

Pushing him down the driver’s seat, you crawled over Toji’s firm thighs, running your finger from his chest to his muscle-packed abdomen, then down to the wristband. You were flickering to take charge, and he sank down to your guidance, rough palms resting on your hips. 

Your dress was off, divulging the bare curves of your body, sweat-glazed skin iridescent under the moonbeam and your sex-flushed features were begging for him. You look so, fucking, perfect that he had to bite down the need to ruin you on the spot. 

His hips impatiently thrust upwards into your sticky cunt, grinding his pack against you, urgency in his essence demanding your heat. “Don’t keep me waiting now,” he purred, with a silent warning tagging behind his words. 

Your fingers tugged the waistband of his pants along with his briefs, a drive in you matching his pacing hastiness. His shaft sprang out of its painful confinement, and your eyes nearly popped out from the sheer look of his cock. 

He was oozing with sticky pre-cum from his angry, red tip, throbbing veins ran from the base of his length to the curved head—the size of him bigger than any you’ve seen. The smell of his masculine essence hit your senses and a new pool of arousal began drawing in your tummy, your pussy walls squeezing in empty neediness.

“There’s no backing out now, princess,” Toji’s fingers firmly gripped onto your ass, lifting you over his cock, hovering.

“Who said I’m backing out?” you gulped, before lowering yourself down, his fat cockhead kissing your pussy lips before your hips greedily sank down his length, oblivious to the crackle of tingles it would send to your nerves.

“Careful there,” he teased with a chuckle as you let out an instinctual gasp from the way his girth stretched past your velvety walls, the slick sound of your arousal-dripped cunt, and his heavy shaft bubbled into the air, and scorched your cheeks red.

“M-My gosh…” you cried as your hazy gaze fell to the bulge jutting from the inside of your tummy, your walls taut with his heavy cock buried inside you. “I’m s’full, Toji.”

“Mhm,” he cooed, brushing his hands over the sides of your smooth thighs. “But you gotta start moving, baby.”

Gingerly, you lift your hips up before slowly inching them down his length. Your walls clenched as your sex rubbed friction, and you could feel every pulsing vein of his just as he could feel your fluttering warmth.

“Feel good, princess?” Toji asked breathily, your head faintly nodded, but there was a hint of a dubious glint in your fallen gaze, your knees lifting and sinking your weight.

“I need your help…” your voice cracked in disappointment as you paused, tears of frustration edging by your eyes. You couldn’t seem to grasp a steady pace no matter how long you painfully rode.

“What d’ya say?”

Your orbs looked as though they were melting off of your sweat-glazed skin, blinks of fervourish plea clawing from your drunken gaze into his. “Please, Toji,” your voice hitched, and you’re humping his pelvis. “Please…I want to feel good.”

Aww. How fucking adorable.

You yelped when you felt yourself being raised and slammed down his cock, your folds burning with every stretch of your walls. And it feels so good. “Y-Yes…” your eyes closed shut, fingers scrambling to grip his locks. “T-Toji—mhaa!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cute screaming my name,” the curve of his tip perfectly kissed your g-spot with each piston of his hips, and every time the twitching head of his meat met your gummy part, it sent a flash of electricity up your spine.

“S-Sho good—” you slurred through your words, weighed head lolling idly to every thrust of his fat cock.

“No one can get you dripping off their cock like this, huh?”

“Mmh—yes!” the space between your brows was crumpled into a tensed frown, your hips bouncing up and down his thick girth with his hands guiding your pace. “I love it! I love your cock!”

Toji let out a low groan when you cried, bucking himself deeper into your sloppy mess of a cunt and kissing the surface of your cervix. “Fuck—I love an honest girl.”

Your muscles nearly melted off of your bones as he continued to fucked himself deeper than you’ve ever felt, reaching the parts you didn’t know could be touched and your features dropped with his touches on your deep intimacy. A fierce sear of heat burned through your tingling womb, and it threatened to consume your body whole. “M’ cummin’! Toji—!”

“I know, I know, let it out f’me. Come on,” he grunted, keeping his grip firm on your arms as he fucked himself hard and deep into you. He could feel your squelching cunny clench, so tight as for the purpose of milking him on the spot. “Keep bouncin’ on my cock, yeah?”

“Nngh—No more!” you squealed. “N-No—” his thumb drew between your shaking thighs and greedily swiped over your blushing clit. Your fingernails sank into your palms as you gripped for dear sanity, his cock continuously violating your fluttering spots until they grew sore.

“I can make you feel better, princess,” he mumbled tinglingly against your neck, sinking his teeth down your flesh to hold back a shaky moan. His pleasure was inching to fly to release, and your tight clutch onto his shaft was nothing but a catalytic lure.

“S’ hurts—please!” your babbles were almost indecipherable as he rammed into your sore cunt, his fingers digging into your soft flesh holding onto you tenaciously; pushing you right to the edge of oblivion as he clung onto his nearing release.

“Cum f’me again, baby?”

“M’can’t! Still sensitive—!” you cried before another orgasm shot through your core. You felt as if you were sent up into the ether, stars teeming through your body as the waves of pleasure sent you on a vertigo ride. Your gasps dragged through your lips, your eyelids hung heavily over your bleary eyes, with tears slipping down your hot cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—M’close too, baby,” Toji swore through his bared teeth, his cock painfully twitching as thick semen surged through his tip—his hips rolled as your cunt squeezed his remaining sanity, popping them like fireworks before they burst into nothingness.

Your essence squirted out of your tensed cunny, shooting with his mixed cum that dripped down his belly. Your breaths shaky and hot with heightened senses, your sticky sex pulsing in overstimulation.

Exhausted, you fell prostrated on top of his hard muscle-built body, head undulating with the ups and downs of his heaving chest. And slowly, your cognisance drifted back into your mind, the aftermath of everything—the alcohol and the sex, pummelled into you like a heavy truck. Unforgivingly so.

“Toji…I really feel like pukin—”

© toji-bunny-girl ― all rights reserved. do not modify, translate, plagiarise or repost my work

[slttygeto]

tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.

word count: 1k

sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and it’s easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.

however, when the two of you are…excessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the sounds—the sounds should embarrass both of you.

suguru doesn’t consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right now—his mouth won’t stop.

“yeah baby, yeaaah,” his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but it’s all hazy.

“suguru!” you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.

“keep em open for me, fuck—don’t run away from it, I know you want it.”

your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguru’s forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.

“yeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, don’t ya think?”

as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you should’ve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.

the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts up—you realize that he set the level higher.

the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove something—he towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.

“look at me, come on baby look up—theere she is,” he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. “feels good, huh? should’ve done this sooner,” he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.

when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you can’t talk, you don’t trust yourself with words now—but suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.

“oh here?”

“fuck! fuck fuck fuck—“ you choke out a sob. “suguru—oh baby, I’m close, I’m so so close,” you’re blabbering, barely breathing and suguru’s self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, he’s been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto him—suguru needed to cum inside you.

“yeah you are,” he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. “come on, I know you can cum for me,” he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.

when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you don’t have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguru’s shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.

his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.

“fuck baby—“

“mmm sugu,” you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. “cum baby, please,” your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. “fill me up, I want all of it,”

when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.

running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguru’s body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skin— and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.

“ya liked the vibrator?” he mumbles against your skin.

“oh fuck—“ the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. “I…came messy,” the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying “squirt” makes suguru laugh into your neck.

“you mean you squirted?”

“not the point!”

note: another self indulgent piece. will i ever stop? no.

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[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — YUUJI ITADORI. isn’t it weird? how love never changes.

about. no matter what anyone says, yuuji itadori’s love for you is unwavering and he hopes that you’ll never see a reason to change. not for anyone, not even him. (1K)

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters are aged up to 20s and in college, weird gf and jock bf, yuuji is a jock and has obnoxious teammates, reader is an introvert and wears glasses, selfship coded i fear, fem!reader.

“itadori, don’t you think your girlfriend is a little.. weird?”

the pink haired jock blinks once, then frowns  as he tugs a fresh shirt over his head — practice with his soccer team had ran a little longer than anticipated and he didn’t feel like coming home to you, his girlfriend, in a stinky old shirt. 

yuuji’s not sure when the topic of locker room talk had switched onto him and his love life but he cares enough to bite — not about to let his teammates talk smack about his girl. “where’d you get that idea from?”

another teammate speaks up. “when she comes to your games, she wears your sweatshirts but doesn’t cheer for you at all.” 

“she’s just shy, nothing wrong with that.” yuuji counters.

“whenever we hang out at the after partie she’s always… clinging onto you… doesn’t drink with any of us.”

“i told you, she’s a little shy,”  he stands up a little straighter this time, narrowing his eyes. “and parties aren’t for everyone. she might not like them but she’s there to support me. shouldn’t that be enough?”

“but dude…” someone else speaks up. “don’t you find any of that strange? like she’s just… weird.”

yuuji can’t get home fast enough after that. he almost falls to pieces when he sees you singing and shuffling your way through the cupboards in his dorm kitchen — making yourself a snack. he loves it when you stay over and he gets to watch you like this, so calm and at ease in his space. he feels grateful to even be sharing it with you.

weird isn’t a word that yuuji itadori would use to describe his girlfriend. 

he finds you intriguing. your relationship is still new, so all of the differences between you both interest him beyond belief. each time he discovers a new habit of yours (like the way you forget to take your glasses off when you sleep) or a fact about your life before college, or finds out something obscure relating to your hobbies and interests… yuuji can’t help but to fall in love with you all over again. like an astronomer who’s searching for the secrets of the universe, the pink haired jock wants to know every interesting little detail that makes you, you. 

that’s created the very person he loves today. 

“please never change,” yuuji breathes against the back of your head once he’s home. you can’t even comprehend the speed at which he’s dropped his gym back before he’s wrapped himself around you in the same manner that a boa constrictor would. only more affectionate. “and if you do, let me change with you.” 

being this close to itadori, you can smell his baby-fresh soap and the tinge of sweat from his work out. you can feel the strength of his arms as they squeeze you close from behind — like he’ll never let you go. he makes you feel loved even when it’s not on purpose, you go your every waking moment cared for and adored by yuuji itadori. it’s always subconscious, unwavering and steady. your love is stable like that, never dampened from those outside of the two of you — that much will never change. 

“that’s a big ask, yuu.” comes your contented hum, but you don’t stop your actions — continuing to make your snack while the pink haired jock squeezes you tight. as if to become one with you. “people change all the time.” 

you hold up a hand behind you and he sucks the peanut butter from your thumb eagerly. “i know, but i don’t want what anyone else says about you or us to make you change,” he mumbles petulantly against the shell of your ear, trying to find the right words as he tucks his face into your neck. “you’re perfect to me, as you are.” 

it’s cute that he reminds you of such a trivial little thing. those big brown eyes of yuuji’s see perfection in all of your flaws. he loves you so much you wonder if how much you feel for him even compares. 

“what’s gotten into you?” you giggle, spinning in his arms to stand on the tips of your toes — pressing a soft kiss to the point at which your boyfriend’s jaw meets his neck. it’s all you can reach. “did something happen?” 

yuuji hesitates for a moment, lips pursed and honey-glazed eyes cast to the side. he would never lie to you, that’s not in his nature — but he’d never want to hurt your feelings either. “the guys…the guys on the team said some stuff about us today,” his voice trails off and his hands trail upwards, dipping underneath the jersey of his that you wear to draw circles into your waist using his rough thumbs. he figures it’s best to tell you before one of his teammates  let it slip and hurt your feelings. he would rather die then let that happen. “they… they think you’re weird and that… that we’re too different.” 

“o-oh.”

a flash of pain comes with the territory of yuuji’s honesty, but he’s quick to soothe it as though he’s running your burn under a stream of cool water. “but i like you. like…really really like you,” the words rush out while his eyes stay serious and set in stone. your boyfriend grasps both of your hands firmly before you can even think to cry or pull away.

yuuji is there and he is constant and that is never changing. not for anyone, except for you. “and i like all of the funny things about you. that you’re a little quiet, that you’re always by my side, that you leave me notes in my gym bag or share your celebrity crushes with me. i like you for you. even if you’re a little weird — then…then i am too!” 

his hands, strong and yet so soft, traverse up to your round cheeks — tilting your head up to face him. “please don’t ever change because of what people say,” yuuji repeats tenderly, his lips finding the crown of your head in a gentle kiss. he stays there, like a magnet on metal and the world stands still for a moment. remaining the same, no longer changing, so that yuuji itadori can love you as is. “the way you are right now, it’s everything to me.” 

itadori only moves when you tip your head back to get a better look at him, he looks down at you through his unfairly long lashes — brown eyed gaze latching onto yours while your hearts sync up, beating to the same drum. “i’ll never change, as long as you promise to always love me like this.”

“i’ll love you the same way that i always have. like i’m the luckiest guy in the world, yeah?” he laughs and you smile — because it’s hard to be upset when yuuji is around, and protects your love so genuinely. 

you lean up and he meets you half way — pressing a slow and lingering kiss to the swell of your lips, wrapping his arms around you once again as you away to a silent tune in his tiny dorm kitchen. 

change is inevitable of course. the two of you will grow and become different people than you are right now — but you will always find your way back to the beautiful love that you hold. 

much like a butterfly that blossoms into something beautiful too.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[xxsabitoxx]

xxSabitoxx Full Fic Masterlist

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╰┈➤ Headcanon Masterlist

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Updated Aug.12th 2023

Turn of Events | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ You and Sanemi are paired up for a mission by Ubuyashiki 

The Sunset Is Beautiful, Isn’t It? | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | ANGST

╰┈➤ I love you, but I have to let you go 

You Wouldn’t Last a Second | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ You think you can stay away from me? 

Kiss Away Your Scars | Sanemi x NB Reader | FLUFF 

╰┈➤ You’re a dumb ass for saying something like that

Unexpected | Tengen x Wives x AFAB Reader | SMUT

╰┈➤ You could have told me you were a married man

Unexpected Pt.2 Morning After | Tengen x Wives x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ Getting busy without us? 

Unexpected Pt.3 Stay | Tengen x Wives x AFAB Reader | SMUT

╰┈➤ Like you’d have me any other way… 

I Hate You | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ It seemed the water pillar hated you as much as you hated him

You’re Mine | Tengen x Wives X AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ You really think you’ll get her pregnant on the first try? 

Drippin | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ Being Rengoku’s tsugoku had its ups and downs. 

Little Pet | Akaza x AFAB Reader + Rengoku | SMUT 

╰┈➤ How ‘bout Doll? Baby? Oh I know, I’ll call you Pet 

Play Pretend | Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

╰┈➤ You’ll pose as a newlywed couple 

I Can Do It Better | Obanai x Mitsuri x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ I want to have a threesome. Me, you and Obanai 

I Still Do It Better | Obanai x Mitsuri x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ Back for more? 

Pick Your Poison | Yandere Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT w/concerning themes 

╰┈➤ I’m glad you finally found a tsugoku, Sanemi

Love Sick | Giyu x AFAB Reader + Shinobu | SMUT w/concerning themes 

╰┈➤ You didn’t remember anything about your life as a human 

Quickie | Tengen x AFAB Reader x Sanemi | SMUT 

╰┈➤ I’ve had enough of you

Stalker | Obanai x AFAB Reader | SMUT w/concerning themes 

╰┈➤ You had a sneaking suspicion you had a stalker 

Best Friend’s Brother | Sanemi x AFAB Reader + Genya | SMUT 

╰┈➤ You’ve got a thing for your best friend’s older brother 

Birthday Boy | Rengoku x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ So, birthday boy, what do you want as your final present? 

Good Girl | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ You think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you? 

You Wish | Gojo x AFAB Reader | SMUT

╰┈➤ I don’t think you meant to send those to me, angel. 

Respectfully, Fuck Off | Megumi x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ You were completely and utterly unbearable in his eyes 

Unfortunate | Hantengu Clones x AFAB Reader | SMUT w/concerning themes 

╰┈➤ You had fucked up, big time. 

Blizzard | Giyu x AFAB Reader | SMUT 

╰┈➤ Gotta stay warm some how 

Merlot | CEO Shinobu x AFAB Reader | SMUT

╰┈➤ Staying busy during a business dinner 

Roommates | Roommate Sanemi x AFAB Reader | SMUT

╰┈➤ and they were roommates… 

[dedef7890]

Satoru Gojo ( Husband) x Reader ( Wife )

- Angst ; Fluff and Angst….

Don't hesitate to leave comments to give me your opinions :) Comments motivate me to write more, and allow me to listen to your opinions and feelings to write things that please you :)

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To many, the logic behind your marriage to Satoru Gojo seemed completely absurd.

Stupid, senseless, pointless.

That’s what they thought, but it was so far from the truth. You and Gojo knew that.

Yes, it was irrational, but it was also necessary.

Sometimes, you didn’t need to understand everything perfectly; you just had to hold on to what worked, to what kept you both afloat. Maybe deep down, you were even more aware of it than he was, because despite his arrogance and detached demeanor, he didn’t always realize the depth of his own needs.

What an idiot.

This marriage wasn’t about romance or passion, and neither you nor Gojo were searching for that. It wasn’t a fairy tale with love declarations under the stars or impulsive outbursts of passion. No, it was far simpler than that, and yet so much more complicated.

Practical.

A win-win, as you both liked to say.

For Gojo, it was a form of stability, an anchor in a world where everything, including himself, could spiral into the infinite.

For you, it was the assurance of never being alone again. Each of you found what you needed, without pretense, without lies.

Gojo needed affection. It was almost laughable when you thought about it. Him, the man who seemed to have it all, the sorcerer no one could touch, the strongest of his generation. The strongest.

The strongest.

But you knew better than anyone. He needed to feel a connection, to have someone by his side who didn’t just see the legendary figure of the Gojo clan, but the man behind the blindfold. The man who hid so much, concealed behind his mocking smiles and nonchalant gestures.

Of course, he would never admit it. His pride was too immense, his ego too deeply ingrained for him to confess that he needed you.

But the facts were there.

And they would always be there.

As for you, it was simpler. You didn’t want to be alone anymore.

In a world as brutal and unpredictable as that of sorcerers, loneliness was an enemy as deadly as the curses themselves. The nights could be long and cold, and even surrounded by other sorcerers, colleagues, or friends, you could still feel an unfillable void.

Gojo filled that void, even if he wasn’t the most tender or attentive husband.

Your relationship was… different. But it worked.

You understood each other, each instinctively knowing how far the other could go. You were compatible, not in the romantic sense that so many people desperately sought, but in a much more fundamental way.

You were sorcerers.

Both of you knew death, horror, and the brutality of the world you lived in. You had seen comrades fall, innocent people devoured by curses invisible to the eyes of civilians. You knew that happiness, or at least the fantasy version of it, wasn’t necessarily for you. But what you had built together—this stability, this mutual respect—was enough.

However, love had no place in it. Love was a curse, not the kind you would fight, but a curse just as vicious.

Then there was something else. Gojo didn’t exhaust you, at least not in the way others did. He had this unique ability to walk that fine line between irritating and amusing. His presence was never overwhelming, even with his oversized ego. Unlike many, he didn’t smother you with unreasonable expectations or excessive emotional needs.

He gave you the space you needed, while still being there when necessary. And you did the same for him.

Behind his “strongest in the world” façade, he sometimes needed to be brought back to reality, and you were there for that.

You had your routines, almost mundane. He teased you constantly, always trying to get a reaction from you, whether with a sarcastic comment or an exaggeratedly affectionate gesture. He called you “Diva” when he wanted to annoy you, but within that nickname, there was a form of tenderness he didn’t know how to express any other way. And you played along, responding to his provocations with your own humor, always aware of the fragile balance you maintained.

Sometimes, you were more like old friends than a couple. In fact, you were friends, but now that you were married, you resembled an old couple more than a young one.

You understood each other without the need for words.

There were moments when you could spend hours together in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

And then there were times when the teasing became more direct, more physical. Gojo wasn’t a shy man. He knew what he wanted, and he never had a problem letting you know, one way or another.

The moments when he touched you, when he held you, were rare, but those were the times when you often cried. Every time. Mostly because you were unhappy. Or tired. Or because you were in pain.

He grew cold every time you cried.

Every time.

Some said you were made for each other, while others claimed you were completely mismatched. But deep down, you had never needed the approval of others.

You lived in your own bubble, isolated from external judgments, and that suited you perfectly.

Satoru Gojo wasn’t an easy man to love, but you had never sought ease. You had chosen this man because you knew he would understand you, that he would be there, even if he never said so.

In the end, your marriage made sense. It might have been incomprehensible to others, but it was logical to you.

Gojo had never needed a woman to idolize him, and you had never needed a man to shower you with grand declarations of love.

On the days when he returned from particularly grueling missions, his shoulders heavy, his piercing blue eyes hidden behind his black blindfold, he didn’t need to speak for you to understand. You knew when silence was necessary, when you just needed to be there. On those nights, you didn’t say anything. He would drop beside you in bed, muscles tense, his mind probably consumed by everything. By everything but you.

In quieter moments, when you found yourselves sharing a meal in silence, or sitting side by side after a long day, you didn’t necessarily talk about important things. The mundane conversations often took over, and that was just fine. “You should’ve seen Yuji and Nobara’s faces; both of them totally wanted to kill me,” Gojo would sometimes say with a mischievous smile. And you would chuckle softly, savoring those moments.

You complemented each other, not in a romanticized, idealistic sense. Gojo provided a form of protection, not because you needed it as a sorcerer, but because he gave you a sense of comfort and security you couldn’t find elsewhere. And you offered him stability.

A long-lasting, durable stability.

The nights when he would wake up in a cold sweat, his body tense from nightmares he never shared, you would be there to place a reassuring hand on his back, cuddle him without a word, or tell him to go back to sleep as you let him snuggle against your chest.

He didn’t need to explain.

And you didn’t need to ask.

To some, it might have seemed emotionless.

But for you, it was the perfect balance.

––– BONUS –––

Silence filled the room, broken only by the soft rustle of sheets as you turned, sinking deeper into the mattress. The atmosphere of the bedroom, bathed in the gentle glow of dimmed lamps, breathed a tranquility that only fatigue could bring after a long day of exorcism. Gojo had just emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp, a few droplets of water hitting the wooden floor as he dressed as casually as possible, wearing only sweatpants and a loose top.

“Hey, did you wash before diving into bed?” The question slipped naturally from your lips as you stared at the ceiling, your thoughts lazily drifting. You knew he had, but it had become a kind of ritual between you two, and besides, you were particular about cleanliness, hating the idea of anyone entering the bed with the dirt of the day or wearing outside clothes.

Gojo stopped at the foot of the bed, a mischievous pout on his face. “No, Diva, I just spent half an hour under hot water without washing, just to annoy you.” He rolled his eyes before collapsing onto the bed beside you, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

With a satisfied sigh, his muscles finally relaxed. He turned his head toward you.

“We haven’t done it in a while, have we?” he said, his voice slightly husky from the warmth of the shower. He turned to you, his face buried in the pillow, strands of damp hair sticking to his skin.

His tone was detached, almost indifferent, but you knew this man better than anyone. Satoru Gojo had this strange way of addressing the most intimate subjects with a disarming nonchalance.

You sighed, turning your gaze toward the window. “I’m on my period,” you lied, your tone flat, almost apologetic. You knew it wasn’t true, but the thought of giving in tonight seemed exhausting, and besides, you had a lot to do tomorrow morning. The idea of stumbling around or being sore all morning wasn’t appealing. You loved Gojo, even if it wasn’t passionate love, but not tonight.

He mumbled something, buried under the sheets, a barely audible complaint. “You’re a terrible liar, you know,” he muttered, but without pushing further. Gojo knew when to push and when to let go, one of his rare relational skills, considering his overblown ego. “We can still cuddle, can’t we?” he finally asked, a hint of poutiness in his voice.

Cuddle. The word seemed so out of place coming from him. This man, who could manipulate the very space between objects, who could annihilate enemies with a single look, and yet, here, in this bedroom, he was asking… for cuddles. He puffed his cheeks, almost childlike, waiting for your answer.

Your heart tightened for a moment, a mix of tenderness and resignation. It was always like this with Gojo. He never directly asked for what he really needed. He wasn’t just this giant of power and arrogance, but sometimes, like tonight, he was just a man…

“Alright, come here, idiot.” You reached out an arm to pull him toward you, and he let you, like a big kid, nestling his head against your chest, his massive body pressing against yours. Silence resumed its reign, interrupted only by Gojo’s breathing, which gradually calmed.

“You know,” he murmured after a long while, his voice soft and almost asleep, “I hate it when you fake having your period. You’re a bad liar.” He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, even though his eyes were already half-closed.

A small, involuntary smile tugged at your lips. “I’m sorry for not being as good as you at hiding things.”

His laugh slowly faded, and you felt his arms tighten around you a bit more. There was something comforting in that simple gesture.

You felt the warmth of his body, the heaviness of his breaths deepening as he slowly began to drift into sleep. “Hmm… Thanks,” he whispered faintly, barely audible, but you knew it was sincere, and only then did you feel Gojo’s arms also wrap around your waist.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself slowly drift into sleep.

Why was it so hard to breathe? Why did your heart ache so much?

Love. It’s a vicious curse.

[raelovesthaitea]

Can't believe this has to be said, but for those of you writing for Toge Inumaki.... I know we all think he texts in brainrot but that does NOT give you the excuse to type out blatant racism. 😇

Jokes about or against poc are not and will never be funny. There's silly brainrot, and then there is hate speech pls learn the difference, thx !!! 😚

[annievrse]

boyfriend!gojo pt. 3

—ᡣ𐭩 headcanons a/n: my baby boo c/w: mention of hickeys

bf!gojo either answers the phone with 'what?' or 'good morning my precious sugarplum'.... there's no in-between (and this goes for everyone..)

bf!gojo begs for a roomba just to name it custard and watch it run head first into the kitchen counter (thinks it's hilarious)

bf!gojo is terrified of mice. despite being the tallest mf ever, if he sees one mouse, he hops onto the table screaming

bf!gojo attempted to ride a motorcycle after you said it was hot, bro broke his arm...

bf!gojo sits upright in bed at odd hours of the night, and you wake up to him just staring at the wall because he's 'thinking' (it's creepy)

always look over your shoulder.... bf!gojo is somewhere waiting until you're off guard to slap your ass

you took megumi to get food, and bf!gojo got upset because he wasn't invited (he was literally on a mission) (gave both of you the silent treatment even though megumi was 11 years old)

bf!gojo's favourite songs are big weenie, big poppa, and bejeweled

bf!gojo gets lost all the time (took a trip to osaka? you're walking in circles around the city because satoru is too stubborn to ask someone/use an app for directions)

bf!gojo had a swear jar for megumi because the kid always got in trouble at school for it, and satoru was tired of having to send you down to the school to sort it out (he was banned from doing so after he swore at the principal as he defended megs)

bf!gojo bought resistance bands because his hamstrings were tight but he never touched them again after one slipped off his foot and struck him violently in the balls (you found him still on the floor in agony 2 hours after it happened)

bf!gojo uses his hands/takes a few moments to process his lefts and rights

bf!gojo is protective over his food so if you take one grain of rice he will bite you

bf!gojo keeps his hickeys visible because they 'complement his outfit'.....

bf!gojo pulls your earlobe with his teeth if you're ignoring him

bf!gojo keeps his big ass shoes in a pile at the front door (he can't put them next to each other nicely because he is a literal child)

[roturo]

BITE ME

summary: being a vampire hunter wasn't easy, and it became rougher when you encountered a cute tall white-haired vampire that would change up your opinions about them

warnings: smut, blood, vampire!gojo x vampire hunter!reader, sub!gojo, dacryphilia, gojo cries during sex lmao, kinda rushed, piv, unprotected sex, overstimulation, kinda fucked dumb tbh, blood lust, like it was love at first sight yass, no one is in their right mind, just horny tbh, loved this idea, maybe oc gojo idk, bc he's such a cutie pie here, aghdhsagbdy this is cute that im even surprised, never wrote for sub!gojo but idk, enjoy.

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Since little you were taught many things, but the most important one is to always hate vampires.

Living in a community divided by unnatural human beings and well, humans, made society enter into a conflict if both kinds of communities should mix. 

Your family was a well known vampire hunter, you lived in a forest far away from the city where most of the vampires usually exist between humans. Being a medical student made you learn a lot about the species that killed your dad. So being a recognized ‘vampire hunter’ wasn’t such a good thing.

Maybe that’s why you couldn’t stand being near them, nor living with them. That’s why when you had a vampire as a patient (who are most of the time the ½ vampires) you made sure of learning all about them, learning how to defend yourself from them, and even might kill them.

You have a specific freezer for human blood and some samples of whatever type of blood vampires have. Spending most of the time examining the different types of cells and differences from the human blood.

And that’s the thing. Having human blood and being alone in the middle of nowhere is not the safest option to avoid vampires.

Gojo Satoru is a well respected young vampire, not by his ancestors though, since he decided to live more of a ‘pacific lifestyle.’ Humans had this thing where vampires couldn’t feed themselves with human blood. At this rate he doesn’t know if the new generations are good for everyone or just for humans, and do not even dare to talk about animal blood, that’s disgusting. 

But when he has the chance of drinking human blood, I'm telling you, this man becomes insatiable. Maybe that’s why society invented other types of supplements for vampires. But coming from a lofty clan, he couldn’t live from those disgusting things human called ‘’food’’

And well... when he saw this cute lady coming out from the hospital with a case full of blood bags (thanks to his supernatural power to identify the delectable human blood on his own) he couldn’t resist himself from following you until you got home.

Please let it be possible that vampires can be knocked out, you thought. You couldn't believe a vampire was standing right infront of your freezer looking for something. With all of the strength you could muster up, you swung the pan down right on his head, no doubt strong enough to give anyone a major concussion. Immediately, he fell to the ground, as lifeless as he wouldn’t be if he wasn’t a vampire.

“Holy shit…” You breathed out, shoulders high and tense. Looking down at him, you noticed how young he looked, and in all honesty, he didn’t look threatening at all. You felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he wasn’t a vampire after all, and you might’ve just killed him.

So that’s how you find yourself here and how you might met the love of your life.

Edging closer to the man, you bent down to see if he was breathing. He was completely still. That didn’t tell you much, though, as he could be dead or…the undead.

Thank god you had a basement here, especially if anything like this happened. I guess following your dad's steps really helped you out. Which was why it was the best place to drag the vampire into. Maybe you could keep him in there and question him on how the hell he got into your house, and at the same time, you could keep him at a safe distance from yourself.

He was much heavier than you thought he was, but you guessed that came from his height. He was still unconscious but you guessed that it wouldn’t be for long. Suddenly, two large hands grabbed the rusted metal bars from inside of the room and you screamed as his face had come into view like a jump scare.

“Get me out.”

You backed up from the window as far as you could, going to the other side of the room. You didn’t know why you were so scared, mainly because he was behind a locked door. You guessed that despite whatever vampire strength he had, he couldn’t get himself out.

Maybe it’s the hit on his head still playing games? The metal bars your dad gave you for this?

“What are you doing? Let me out!” He frowned. “Why did you put me in here?”

“W-why are you in my house?” You asked him. He didn’t say anything for a second.

‘’Ah.. shit.’’ Right, the blood bags. “Bitch, I was hungry!” He yelled back, making you recoil. Did he just call you a bitch? “That’s why I’m here, because I was hungry and I thought that maybe I could steal some of the blood bags you have.’’

‘‘Have you been stalking me?!’’ How does this vampire know about the blood bags?!

‘‘Uh-... no?... Yes.’’

You sighed. “Do you have anywhere else to go?”

“No…not really.” He said as if he was embarrassed. “I decided to drop out of college when I turned, so I can’t go back on campus.”

 “You can stay here if you want.” You didn’t exactly feel sure about him staying here, but he might help you with your research. He’s still a vampire after all… he’s a threat. But fuck it, that's how you learn new things. You asked for his name after you told yours.

‘‘Okay… Gojo Satoru. But you have to stay in there for a while, until I trust you.’’

“What about when I’m hungry?” He asked.

“I’ll figure that out’’

“What about when I’m lonely?”

“...’’

The faint sound of Gojo calling in your name woke you up. 

“What the fuck…?” You frowned, squinted eyes getting used to the sunlight. “Oh my fucking gosh.” You quickly got up from your bed, putting on your slippers, and stumbling out of your room, barely able to walk in a straight line. You stomped your way down two flights of stairs until you were met with Gojo holding on to the bars again. “What?!”

“Hi.” He greeted you. “It’s tomorrow, right? I can’t really tell since I’ve been locked in a basement of a dungeon with no light. But if it’s tomorrow, can I have a blood bag? It’s been weeks since I’ve eaten.’’

‘‘And why haven’t you eaten? There’s literal stores for you, vampires!’’

‘‘Ah.. well… I don’t like those.’’

‘‘What?...’’ You looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. “You woke me up at 7 in the morning for a blood bag?”

“In my defense, I didn’t know it was 7.” He shrugged. You opened up the door of the cell, walking up the stairs, still tired from waking up only ten minutes ago. You heard him follow you, steps surprisingly light for someone as tall as he was.

He started looking around your house, kinda creepy for a vampire if you keep looking at weapons for them.

‘‘Um.. Are you a vampire hunter?’’

‘‘Yes.’’

He chuckled at your answer and sat on top of the table. ‘Why? Weren’t they banned like years ago? Humans even live with vampires, that’s silly from you.’’

‘‘Maybe I wouldn’t be silly if your kind didn’t killed my dad.’’

.... Shit. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.

‘‘Oh... I’m sorry.’’

You sighed, he didn’t mean it in a bad way, he shouldn’t receive this type of behavior from you.

‘‘It 's… okay. I’m not a vampire hunter like it, i’m more like a vampire examinator?’’ Well, you didn’t even think about that one before, if you didn’t want to kill vampires why are you doing this?

You handed him a blood bag from the freezer, watching his eyes light up made you slightly smile, he’s kinda cute. You woke up from your trance and slightly shook your head away from those thoughts.

“Remember not to rip it open and spill it.” You said. “Especially not on these old floors, it’ll soak right in.”

“Oh…right.” He said, twisting open the nozzle and drinking from there. You watched him down it in less than thirty seconds, his brows furrowed in concentration. After he was done, he set it down on the counter.

‘‘Uh.. Can I stay again tonight?... I can sleep on the floor again!’’

....

One night turned into two nights, and two nights turned into a week, and a week, turned into a month.

You found yourself smiling at him, not noticing how used to him you’ve gotten. He was very peculiar in the least, but you guessed that was mainly because of him being a vampire. You found yourself wondering what he was like when he was a human. It was weird to know that the two of you were always in such close proximity without knowing it. Maybe it was fate. You snapped back into reality once he smiled at you, and you didn’t even think to return the smile. Instead, you looked down at your hands, picking at your nails as if you were busy. Honestly, you were embarrassed to get caught looking at the handsome vampire with boyish charm.

“Y'know…you’ve been holding out really well, so far.” You told him. “You have even helped me with my researches, nothing that I didn’t knew about, but still helped me confirm me”

He turned to look at you. “Really?” He asked, eyes brightening up a little.

“Really.” You nodded with a smile, and he lazily smiled back. “So, I’ve decided to give you a little present.”

“A present? What is it?” He asked curiously, words muffled by the fact that he was still entranced by the tv and some vampire supplement you bought for him 

“Guess.” You told him, feeling a bit mischievous. “I’ll give you a hint. It’s almost like…Why did we meet in the first place.”

“Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. “I’ve never hit you with a pan though? Or have I?” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t think too hard, you even called me bitch for it’’

“But I really can’t think of anything?” He said. “Can you just give me it? I’m not good at this guessing game…”

“Satoru…” You sighed, something was happening to you, on him... leaned towards him, softly caressing his cheek and giving him a small peck. That wasn’t the surprise, and you were as surprised as him when you did that. It’s just that his eyes looked so beautiful, his messy hair covering his forehead, and his cheeky smile while watching some shitty show on the tv... He froze in surprise, enough to not be able to kiss you back. 

“Oh…” He chuckled nervously, and you swore something on him changed the moment he looked right into your eyes again. “Can you maybe do it again?” He asked.

You responded with another kiss, one that he had returned this time, except for more fervor. It was like he was waiting to kiss you, dreaming about your lips on his. Did this mean…that you felt the same? Were you as infatuated with him as he was to you? He doubted that it was possible. All without you knowing, he might’ve fallen in love. Falling in love with a vampire, what they trained you hate most...  It only had to be fate that brought you two together.

“I really like you.” Gojo blurted out once you two parted.

“Do you mean that?” You asked him, slight insecurity peeking out from your otherwise hard shell. “I doubt you’ve met very many people in your life.”

‘‘Oh I have, but no one could compare to you sugar.’’ His lips attached to yours again, it’s like he was waiting for this moment his whole life.

¨S-satoru, wait!¨ He immediately stopped his actions, looking worried and for any kind of threat in you.

‘‘That wasn’t the surprise, you can try human blood again.’’

‘‘You got new blood bags? That’s amazing!’’ He was about to stand up from the couch when you stopped him sitting down on his lap, which made him froze.

‘‘I mean it's like… human, human. You can try my blood.’’

‘‘What?'' Silence passed.

''Are you sure? You’re not going to kill me or something right? I’ve seen those knifes you have in the basement and that could sure even kill Dracula.’’ You nodded and laughed at what he said.

He gulped, dark red eyes honing into the beating vein on the left side of your neck. He hesitantly bent down, nose to your neck as he took a big whiff of your sweet blood. He shut his eyes, fighting off the instinct to groan at just how good you smelled.

You chuckled at his reaction, ‘‘I mean it Satoru, this is me saying I like you too. I trust you.’’ With one more second of hesitation, he bit into your neck with his sharp fangs, and you felt a sharp pain. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter as you tried to distract yourself from the pain.

He couldn’t stop the moans of satisfaction at the magnificent taste of your blood, and you gradually noticed that something felt weird. You still felt the pain on the bite, but Gojo’s demeanor changed. It was almost as if he was enjoying it too much. His hands were grabby, not only on your hips, but in your waist and your bottom, and you gasped in surprise.

You started to notice what was going on when you felt how hard he was, his bulge pushing into your stomach.

¨’Toru…?’’ You breathed out, feeling light headed. He moaned, suddenly grinding his lower half into you. He then retracted his fangs, looking at you with wide, lust blown eyes, your blood dribbling down his chin.

“I’m s-sorry-“ He whined, placing you on the counter and rutting himself into you. “I’m so sorry, I-I don’t mean, to, I can’t help it-“ He broke out into an erotic moan, and despite how lightheaded and out of it you were, it aroused you to no end.

You assured him it was okay, looking into his eyes, you could find lust, but mostly embarrassment from it. You didn’t know that he could get this worked up from his own bloodlust, but you weren’t complaining. The only thing you had a problem with was the fact that there were too many clothes separating the both of you, but you didn’t think neither of you were in the right minds to seperate and take each article off.

“Can I be inside of you?” Gojo asked in between harsh breaths. “Please, please, please, I want to so bad-“ It was almost as if he was in pain, rutting into you so hard that you bounced on top of his lap each time. You nodded your head aggressively, opening your legs so you were caging his. You were wearing black leggings, and you thought that they’d be quick and easy to take off, but Gojo instead decided to rip them down the middle, doing so with ease.

“Satoru…!”

“Sorry! It’s just… I can’t take it any more baby..” He apologized over and over again, even as he released his cock from its confines, holding the thick base in between a shaky fist. He moved your panties to the side and slid in with one thrust. The both of you whined loudly at that, and he couldn’t wait any further before he started pounding into you with fervor. You heard the sound of your wet heat, but you didn’t care, mouth agape in a silent scream as he pounded into you with no remorse.

Well…some remorse. He couldn’t stop apologizing as he fucked into you, begging for you to forgive him for being so dirty and succumbing uncontrollable urges.

You yelped as he picked you up from the back of the couch, holding you in his arms as he dropped you on his cock over and over.

“Fuck!” You cursed. “M-more, more-“ You chanted, feeling his cock deep inside of you. You saw tears start to slide down his cheeks and he cried with pleasure. You clenched around him, wanting to see him unravel even more, which made him fuck you on his cock even faster, using you like a rag doll. His vampire strength had kicked in once he drank your sweet blood, something that he was afraid he’d get addicted on since he tasted you for the first time.

He was addicted to your warmth, your lips, your blood, and especially the way your pussy just sucked him in, holding tight and never letting go

“F-fuck, ‘toru, I’m cumming!” You moaned, your pussy convulsing around his cock and making him go crazy. You came around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He nearly slammed you into a wall, fucking you roughly, the slick from your cum making it easier to slide in and out of you.

You were extremely overstimulated, your abused pussy needing a break, but Gojo couldn’t stop. He let out nearly pornographic moans as he fucked you through yet another orgasm, not even noticing exactly what you were going through.

You just had to sit there, his cock inside of you, moaning his name again and again., taking just what he needed to give you.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N)-“ He whined, more tears spilling out of his eyes. You were out of it, dazed and cock drunk. “I’m gonna cum— ah!” He mewled out as he finally came, stilling inside of you as he filled you up. His legs shook as he shut his eyes tightly in pleasure.

After he finally calmed down, it was as if he returned to his senses. He quickly pulled out, immediately apologizing as you winced. He gently put you down, but your knees buckled, almost dropping to the floor, yet he caught you.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry-“ He said, putting his softening member back in his pants. “I can’t believe I just did that to you, I really didn’t mean to, are you okay?“

“‘Toru, I’m fine.” You said to him, holding onto him tightly so you wouldn’t fall. You were still a bit lightheaded, but you were able to reassure him. “I didn’t expect it, but I’m really okay.”

“You shouldn’t have let me drink from you.” He said, tears still falling. “I’ve ruined everything, how could I get so out of-“

You interrupted him with a kiss to shut him up.

“Listen, ‘toru…” You said softly, the nickname making him calm down a bit. “You did nothing wrong. At all. I am more than fine. In fact…I really liked it.”

You watched as his ears got red. “Y-you liked…that? Did I not hurt you?”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “No. In fact…you made me feel really…really good.” You smiled, making him get even more flustered. “I’m just kind of tired. As good as you made me feel, you wore me the hell out.”

“I can carry you to your bed.” Gojo said, quick to pick you up. she then noticed your ripped leggings and destroyed panties. He gulped, feeling even more sorry. “And I can help you change into clothes that aren’t ripped…”

¨What if I tell you I want another round?¨

[ariseur]

౨ৎ Heya! I saw you asking for requests! I hope you don't mind me sharing a teeny tiny wittle idea !! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

So I remember requesting this one to someone else but I don't think they followed up with it (but that's okay of course!) But I always imagined you and Satoru Gojo dancing underneath the night sky inspired by this video: https://youtu.be/FMpJzMj-d6E?si=I64K5-0e8ZfXqTpz

You can make this as a drabble or however you'd like it to be. You can totally pass up on the idea though! This was just something my silly ol' me was thinking

ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

- 🌧 anon

“‘toru, there’s no music.” your eyes looked down to his extended hand with an amusing gaze before flickering back up to his blindfold — naturally where his eyes would be if he had it off.

satoru didn’t falter. he simply shook his hand lightly to bring your attention back to it and smiled wider. “when has that ever stopped us?” he did have a point, though — whether the circumstances were typical or whether two of you had the proper necessities ( music for example ) nearby never mattered to him. he did whatever his eagerness would lead him to do, and he was always very eager to please you; any time he had with you was cherished deeply, with words or not. with music or not.

you let one beat of silence pass before you looked back up at his face. “i guess,” you sighed as you feigned reluctance. placing a delicate hand in his, you felt the warmth of his palm grasp your fingers before they tightened their hold on you— and before you knew it, your lips tugged into a grin of surprise as you yelped when he pulled you into his broad chest. taking a step backwards, satoru led you into the pond as the water sunk up to a little bit above your ankle, ultimately swallowing your feet and soaking your legs.

your eyes peered down below you, watching as the stars reflected off the clear water, now backlit with darkness as it appeared that you two were dancing with the stars under your feet. his gaze followed yours, chuckling a bit at your awe filled expression. looking back up at him, you laughed — actually let out a laugh, it almost looked silly. you and satoru, now almost knee-deep in water as you danced around the lake slowly, your movements fatigued with the thick body of crystalline liquid.

he raised his arm as your hands split apart for a second with your fingers as your only piece of holding on before he twirled you. your grin only widened as you spun a full circle, face to face with satoru ( and his slightly rosy cheeks, although he’d never let you know that you could fluster him so easily, so he depended on the moonlight to give him cover ) whilst you placed your hand on his toned shoulder. you tilted your head as you swayed with each other momentarily, ignoring the slight sloshing off the water beneath you.

your fingers carefully snaked their way up to his face, smooth and slightly prickly due to the short-haired stubble barely coming in from an overdue shave. thumb hooking underneath his blindfold, you put your best puppy dog eyes on. “only a peek? surely, you won’t be drained that much, just a glimpse at your pretty face should be enough, yeah?”

he shuddered under your touch, his hand tightening its grip with deft fingers. with a chuckle, he chimed, “your sweet talking never fails to flatter me, babe.” with one last nod, satoru gave you the ‘go ahead’ which was all you needed until you pulled the blindfold from above his eyes all the way up to his hairline. and there they were, gorgeous baby blues on display with voluminous snowy lashes. they gazed down at you with the smuggest of looks, clearly amused with your reaction.

“see something you like?”

you shushed him, small giggles slipping in through the ‘shh’ sound. the small banter ended for a bit — with only a thin silence whilst the crickets chirped and the birds sung small chirps of content, their ambient behavior became the only things present in the moment besides your gojo’s sighs and your giggles occasionally interrupting.

“dancing with the stars, hmm . . where have i heard that before?”

you snorted, “that’s the tv show, you dork.”

he hummed with recollection, nodding his head a little bit in agreement as he remembered what it was. whenever he’d come from, he had recalled you groaning every time a specific guest came on before you lowered the volume with a roll of your eyes. “ah, yes. well, i guess i’ve made it a reality, haven’t i? don’t i deserve some sort of super-awesome-wonderful-perfect boyfriend award for that?”

your smile didn’t falter, even as if felt as it felt like you gave his comment a full body eye roll. “always so full of yourself — aren’t you, satoru?”

“woah, woah; i’m not ‘toru anymore?”

you rubbed his shoulder once his own hand had placed itself upon your waist, fiddling with the fabric of your clothes. you feigned a thought, eyes pointed upwards toward the sky as you gave him a long hum. “maybe if you’re extra quiet, i’ll— shit!” you squeaked as satoru lifted you up and spun you around him.

“no can do.” he said; you could feel his fingers try not to dig into your hips too hard as he held you up before gently placing you back down, your feet making a tiny splash in the water as they plopped back down in the lake. you laughed as he held you close, rocking you side to side again. you huffed, “you’re an ass.”

your elbow extended further as he let you walk past a little bit before pulling you back in. he rested his chin on your shoulder from behind, grasping the back of your hands in his. “y’still love me, though.”

spinning back around, you wriggled yourself under his arm as he twirled you again — and again. your feet shuffled slightly, as quickly as they could without you falling in the lake. the water glimmered a bit before the darkness swallowed up the bits of light before letting room in for more of the stars above you. he pulled you into him, both hands now resting on your waist as your own arms wrapped around his neck. the dance faded off into a small, low oscillation; your bodies swaying in sync with each other.

his eyes flickered from your lips up to your eyes, his head tipping downwards as his nose brushed yours. he let out an airy laugh as your breaths swirled together with how short distance the proximity between you two was. you placed your hand on his jaw, fingers splitting apart to make way for his ear. your middle and ring finger messed with the tufts of ivory hair tucked behind his ear.

“that, i do.” you mumbled, before you leaned in to press your lips to his.

𐙚 taglist ; @seternic @sad-darksoul

𐙚 requests are open — june twenty second, 2024

[a4latus]

Hiii! All good? I hope so!

Do you crossover? I wanted to request a prompt where the reader, who came from the kny universe, somehow ended up in the jujutsu universe. The reader has the breath of mist and I think it would be funny to see him trying to fight the curses and seeing that it's not working "I think there's something wrong with these demons🧍".

As for who would find the reader I would prefer Gojo, but it's your choice! Thanks in advance ♥️

note; i assumed since you said "he" you wanted a male reader, if not maybe i misinterpreted, sorry if so :)) i tried my best, and i wasn't too sure how to go about this, but i hope you enjoy it

[ no use of y/n (replaced with [f.name], might be ooc, reader is sorta cocky and a lil rude, but gojo is too ]

—

Once again the nichirin sword sliced through nothingness when he swung through the disturbing figure that stood tall. "First form, Mist Breathing; Low Clouds, Distant Haze."

The boy breathed through gritted teeth, swinging once more and watching as the mist dispersed, but the figure did not, it stood with a creepy smile on its face and giggling about devouring him.

The boy stood confused, tilted head, hand lifting up to scratch at his scalp in mild confusion—actually severe confusion. This day could've went any other way, but here he was, mindlessly swinging at an entity he thought to be a demon, watching it stand still if nothing could hurt it—and with the tides of this very one-sided fight nothing could hurt it.

But as the boy raised his katana to try once more, a pale hand came over his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"Do you really think that's gonna work?" A head of white hair came into view as the strangers head leaned down to catch a glimpse of the boy's face. He was laughing at him? Cruel, yes, he was.

He spun around and away from the strange man, sword held high in his hands as the darkened world around melted away, the looming figure of the entity melting into the ground at the mere sight of this man. "Who are you and what are your dealings?"

"I saw you struggling," he chuckled, "I just thought you'd want my help, hm?" He ended with a cocky head tilt, a smirk crossing his lips that seemed to have lip gloss on them.

"Why would I want your help?" [f.name] responded, narrowing his eyes accusingly. It looked as though the stranger had offended [f.name] by assuming he needed help with anything.

"Because," the stranger sassed, placing his hand on his hip and popping it out to the side, "you weren't using any cursed energy while I was watching, it was p—"

"Huh? What's cursed energy?"

"Don't cut me off—you don't know what cursed energy is? Are you not a Jujutsu Sorcerer?" The stranger stepped towards [f.name], arms moving to cross over his chest as he leaned forward to look down on the boy.

"What nonsense are you speaking? Cursed energy? Jujutsu Sorcerer?" The more the stranger went on about this the less [f.name] understood. This might be a long day. "Are you a demon? Is this some sort of trick!"

"A demon? No, you stu—don't swing that at me!" Let's rephrase that, this will be a long day.

"There's something wrong with your demons stupid! They won't go down!" [f.name] swung the blade at the strange man before he eventually swatted it from his hands, [f.name] choosing to stand blinking, almost seething with rage.

He broke his nichirin sword.

— later that day

"I don't believe you." Gojo stated, arms crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised at [f.name]. "Fighting demons sounds crazy."

"Fighting demons is crazy, and I think your demons are weird. They don't even react when I swing!" [f.name] wildly swung his arms around as if to prove a point.

"What demons?"

"The demons here, they lurk everywhere, they're weird." [f.name] rolled his eyes.

"Those aren't demons." Gojo's eyes following [f.name] from behind his sunglasses. "You're forcing me to waste a perfectly good day on this."

"I am not forcing you to do anything. You're the one following me around." [f.name] groaned in annoyance, walking faster than Gojo.

"If I didn't follow you around then you'd get lost, right?" Gojo mocked, arms on his hips. "You don't even have to answer that, I know you'd get lost without me as your tour guide."

"I've known you for maybe two hours and I'd rather get lost than deal with you."

Gojo scoffed in offense, cocking his head to the side at the nasty scowl [f.name] threw him, but continued to follow him around.

[toji-bunny-girl]

𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

his hair is still slightly wet, and you could see the patch of dampness under his head through the darkness. it’s cold, and you’re hiding under the blanket—but you still don’t get much warmer even when you're clutching onto the sheets. 

you’re staring at Toji’s back, and you say to yourself you’re going to take the initiative to hug him for once. your hand is out from the blanket, shuffling towards him, only to flop it down near your face. once again, your shyness gets ahead of you.

it’s annoying, really. he’s your boyfriend yet you’re too embarrassed to even hold his hand—let alone hug him. it gets you thinking whether he finds you annoying as well sometimes. and when you fail to find any proof to defy your thoughts, it makes you even more reserved.

there is a sigh from his side before he flips himself around to face you, and you quickly shut your eyes and pretend to be asleep. nonetheless, Toji grabs you closer to him, wrapping your hand over him and hiding your head in his arms.

your face burns into flames from underneath your skin, and you’re sure he can feel how hot your cheeks are. you’re breathing in his smell and catch the whiff of your shampoo (no wonder you noticed your shampoo being less than the last time you used it).

“goodnight, Toji,” your voice is low as you stretch your head up towards his face. Your arm rests awkwardly over his waist, and he takes your hand into his, and now you holding him and he’s holding you.

“night, pretty,” he doesn’t forget to paste a kiss on your forehead, and you think you finally found a reason against your thoughts. Would he be as patient as he is if he finds you annoying?

a/n: requested by @sinino1 <3 anyway this is probably my first fic in MONTHS

© toji-bunny-girl ― all rights reserved. do not modify, translate, plagiarise or repost my work

[madlumqx]

how they would kiss you. | multiple. jjk.

synopsis | how the men in jjk would kiss you.

who | nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, inumaki toge

warning | a tad bit suggestive (toji's) so minors pls dni or skip that part!, unbeta'd reading, established!relationship, gn!reader

a/n | i stumbled upon this trope list by @urfriendlywriter and just had the biggest spark to write ,,, like ever. writing this and relating the types of kisses based on my own personal headcanons ! chosen hottie for the cover is gojo ^-^

— NANAMI KENTO.

i chose goodbye kisses for him.

strikes me as the type who would pull you in for a lingering kiss every damn time before he leaves for work, a walk, grocery shopping, or just when he leaves for anything without you by his side.

as a man who prefers intimate moments with his significant other in the peace of his own home, he makes sure to make his affections known.

"y/n? i'll be leaving now." your boyfriend announces as he sets his coffee mug on the table and heads for the front door of your small home together.

you knew what he meant by that and make your way towards him from the living room, a small smile on your lips as you stare at him adoringly. a tiny smile of his own forming as your figure approaches him.

his big arms circle around your frame and pull you in, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, nose, then finally a lingering one to your lips. "i shall be home right before you know it, okay?" he mumbles against your lips, unwilling to let you go.

"mhm, i know, ken. you hate going into overtime. but please go now before you get late yourself." you scold him a bit, patting his chest as you place another kiss to his lips. "be safe out there, okay?"

"always, my love. i'll come back home to you soon."

— GOJO SATORU.

messy kisses for this one!

listen to me first !! ik this man would be an incredible kisser but in the heat of the moment?

yeah, he won't be holding back. with your hair and his all messed up with the sheets wrinkled as the make out session gets heated.

it started out a playful fight; gojo started a tickle battle between the both of you but someone ended up with him on top of you with your lips now connected with his.

your digits curl into his snow-like hair as his teeth bite into the plush area of your lips, tongue swiping against its lower brim to appease you a bit before exploring the familiar warmth of your mouth. the rustling of the sheets and your breathless whimpers replacing the boisterous laughter the two of you had just moments earlier.

your boyfriend leans back to stare at you with a cocky grin, placing a few more kisses to your lips before licking it playfully, causing you to pull against his hair. "geez baby, you could've told me you had a thing for hair pulling." he says, eyes staring at your bruised lips.

"you look so fuckin' pretty when i kiss you like that."

— GETO SUGURU.

HNG THIS MAN I SWEAR

n e wayz, he gets the type of kiss wherein you just know they're the one for you, that they're the one you can see your whole life with.

fell for you first but denied it until the moment his lips met yours after having a long fight.

now he wants nothing more than to just be with you for eternity.

sat by the kitchen island, you busied yourself with a book just to clear your mind from the fight you just had with geto. it was the first one the two of you had ever since he moved in with you after your previous roommate left.

you couldn't even remember the cause of the fight in the first place.

hearing his footsteps behind you, you sigh. "geto, please don't. i don't want to f-" your words were cut off when the seat swiveled and you were facing him, his face distraught. "geto what are you-"

you couldn't even continue as his lips landed on yours, his hands caging you in as he grips the table for support. despite being so stunned, you felt yourself slowly let go and enjoy the feeling of his brims against yours. like it was always meant to be like that.

"forgive me, y/n." geto says as soon as he breaks the kiss, looking at you with an expression mixed of guilt and relief. "i... i just needed confirmation that my feelings were true. i... i couldn't handle the fight we had and thought i was going insane for how i felt. but this confirmed that i want you in my life forever now."

"you don't have to worry, geto. i feel just the same way as you do."

— TOJI FUSHIGURO.

hehe needy kisses for this mfkin hottie.

daddiest of all the daddies.

what else can i say about this man? he fucks like a GOD.

didn't really kiss whenever he does anyone

you're the only exception though.

if his lips weren't on yours, the moans you were producing would probably be heard throughout the entire neighborhood you were living in.

toji's fingers were toying with your nipples as his lips kissed you roughly, teeth biting into your bottom lip as he groans at the sound of your whine from the pain you had just felt. it was music to his ears to hear that come from you; it was addicting on his end.

you moaned even more when you felt him teasingly grind his hard cock against you, making him smirk to himself.

"want all of this, darling? work for it then."

— MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.

baby right here gets shy kisses!

our introverted boy would be red in the ears as he feels your kiss

would slowly get addicted to it though.

but would never initiate it unless he really wanted it; still, would be very shy, probably act all nonchalant about it.

unsure of how it happened, megumi was frozen in his place. he was hyperaware of his hands resting against your hips while you lean in. his heart was beating a thousand times faster than when he would go out on crazy missions with his classmates.

he liked you for the longest time but never really did anything to make it known until yuji's loudmouth slipped it out in a conversation with you in earshot. now he's here.

the kiss was sweet and innocent, yet his heart couldn't seem to calm down.

your lips on his sent his mind into overdrive, you tasted like a mix of chocolate and strawberries, the ones the two of you ate before everything spiraled into the very moment the both of you are in right now.

once you pulled away, megumi hid his face against the crook of your neck mumbling how he liked it and how you were such a good kisser. just don't mention his red ears and flushed face.

— YUJI ITADORI.

yo fr ,,, he just soft kisses for me.

imagine a sunday afternoon with him, watching something on the tv or sitting on his lap while he plays games

and just peppers you with loving kisses from time to time

IM JUST— 🥺🥺🥺

itadori admires you so damn much. he's a clingy mf whenever you're around and would flaunt you at any given point bcs sometimes he can't believe himself how he manages to have you as his lover.

but there are also days when he just wants to have you in his arms and have you all to himself without any interruptions; like this pretty sunday afternoon where the two of you are situated on the bed, all snuggled up while he plays games and you're just watching him.

"you good there?" he asks, eyes glued to the screen as he defeats one final boss, placing a kiss to your forehead. you muster a nod, feeling the drowsiness settle in.

judging by the lack of your response, he pauses the game and looks at you with adoration evident in his eyes. yuji leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, eyes, nose, wherever his lips could land before peppering your lips with multiple kisses.

"go sleep now, y/n. i'll be here when you wake up." he says, hugging you even closer to him.

— INUMAKI TOGE.

brOOOO resonates with kisses on your body so much.

not even the sexual kind (though he does that)

with his lack of words most of the time, he would do pretty much anything else just to make his love for you known.

which includes the plethora of kisses you get from him on the daily.

"shake." inumaki says as he flops on the bed next to you, clearly exhausted from the mission he had to do with the others. you smile and open your arms for your boyfriend who's clearly excited to just melt in your embrace.

"hello to you too, handsome." you greet him, kissing his forehead which he repays with kisses of his own. placing some on your lips, jawline, neck, collarbones, even your arms and hands which caused you to chuckle.

"did you miss me that much?" you ask him, to which he nods. he looks at you with expectancy.

"okay fine i'll tell you all the gossip from work today too."

PEEPEEPOOPOO jjk men said you should reblog this !!

[fonkymonkeyfriday]

Imagine being cat parents with Gojo.

He comes home to you with a kitten all snug inside his jacket. “‘Ru! Is that a cat?” You grab the cat out of his jacket and you’re literally going to cry from how cute the kitten was. “Where did you even find this sweet thing?” He then goes into dramatic detail about how he rescued the kitten from a curse who was about to eat it. Honestly he saw the kitten in the alley way and was like “You’re coming home with me.”.

Once you found out the cat was a boy, Gojo was desperate to convince you to name the boy Gojo Junior. You vetoed him immediately. After about a week of thinking of names you finally agreed on naming him Appa. He had the same color palette as Appa and you’ve both just binged ATLA before Gojo brought him home. More often than not Gojo usually calls him my son rather than Appa. That’s for only when he’s being scolded.

Appa is almost exactly like Gojo, personality wise. He is so loud meowing at you or Gojo for no reason. Gojo meows back sometimes and you have to endure at least five minutes of your two boys meowing at each other. “I just want my son to know I’m listening.”

He also is such a snacker like his dad. If Gojo is eating something, so is Appa. I like to believe that Appa is chunky only because Gojo will give him a piece of whatever he's snacking on.

Don’t even get me started on those two attention whores. They are always fighting for your attention for no reason. If you’re all snuggled up on the couch with Appa, Gojo is immediately picking him up and placing him on the ground. Just so he can take Appa’s spot and just lay his giant self on top of you. Appa just sits there all upset and narrows his eyes at Gojo. He gets him back though. You and Gojo will be getting it on when it happens. You're perched on Gojo’s lap. You’re grinding down on him, kissing on his neck, you guys lock lips and he’s sliding his tongue past your lips. He gropes your ass and he’s about ready to just rip your clothes off when he hears that annoying meow right next to him. You pull back and giggle, petting the fluffy boy that hopped on the bed next to you. Gojo just sits there pouting his arms crossed. Appa hops off the bed leading you in the direction of his food bowl. You kiss Gojo on the forehead before you leave, you turn back to wink at him. “You’ll get your turn too, pretty boy. I’ll be right back.”

And god forbid Gojo is away for too long. Gojo will be away on a mission and Appa sits right by the door all day till he gets back. He’s so miserable without his dad. As soon as he hears the keys to the apartment he’s sitting at the door meowing. Gojo scoops him up as soon as he walks in the door and Appa’s squishing his face into Gojo’s trying to get all of his attention. Appa gets so salty when Gojo puts him down so he can go greet you. He is so mad he just runs between Gojo’s legs and trips him.

As much as he loves his Gojo he’s a momma's boy through and through. You and Gojo get into an argument and Appa is parked right by your side and Gojo swears Appa is glaring at him. If you end up leaving the argument and walking away to your shared bedroom, Appa is right by you, chin held high and won’t even spare him a glance. Though once you both are asleep Appa can’t even handle not being able to sleep by you both. He wakes you up and makes you follow him all the way to the couch where Gojo was sentenced to for the night. This ends up with you sleeping on top of Gojo with Appa sleeping on top of your back.

A/N: Debating if I want to make a series about Appa the cat or not. Let me know if you would like more :)

[xxsabitoxx]

As a late birthday gift for @renhoeku - here are some Sugar Daddy Satoru thoughts... cause why tf not

First of all, Satoru wouldn't be in it to gain anything, truly. He can't even begin to describe what it is about you that is just so... intoxicating to him. He wants you, sure he does, but what he wants to do more is spoil the fuck out of you. Something about you drives him absolutely wild. Maybe it's the way you smile at him, or maybe it's the way you get so excited when talking about the things you love, he can't quite place his finger on it but it makes his heart do backflips.

Satoru isn't subtle with his offer to you, stating very bluntly that he wants you to be his sugar baby - nothing in return, no catches, nothing you need to repay - he just wants to spoil you the way you deserve to be spoiled. The first time he takes you out shopping, he finds it utterly adorable that you are so hesitant to pick things out. So, he observes you closely, following you around each store you enter and noting the items you admire before inevitably telling him there is nothing there you want. Lies, of course, but you aren't used to someone being so willing to drop tens of thousands of dollars on you in one day.

Satoru drags you back to every store you "didn't want anything" in and calls over an employee. You're stunned to silence when Satoru requests to buy every single item you had been wistfully observing. When I tell you he has no limits either? Doesn't matter if it was a $2 hand sanitizer or a $15k purse, he's buying it with no hesitation. He doesn't care what he buys, so long as you are happy. A new wardrobe, perfumes, accessories, makeup, hair products, shoes, books, art supplies, collectibles, food, whatever the hell your heart desires - Satoru is buying it with a smile on his face.

He's addicted to how your eyes light up, every single time, without fail. He can't get enough of your sweet "thank you!" and the little kisses you give him after. He can't help but laugh when you jokingly ask him if there is anything he wants in return. He's honest with his answers when he boldly claims that you and your smile are all he desires. The way your eyes widen, the small gasp that leaves you, it makes his heart flutter with need.

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Satoru refuses to initiate anything romantic with you. Not because he doesn't want to - because fuck does he want to - but because he doesn't want you thinking he's only doing this to earn your love.

Lucky for him, it's impossible for you to not catch feelings. You can tell he's genuine, even though you had your doubts at first. You were delighted to know that Satoru really was doing this because he wanted to, not because he had something to gain.

So, one night, after months of this "sugar daddy" relationship, you finally decided to return the favor to him. Even though you knew he would get mad at you for it, you bought yourself the prettiest lingerie you could afford with your own money. You got it in his favorite color and put it on under a little dress that hugged your body perfectly. Your plan was to seduce him, and reward him for treating you like a goddess these past few months. When he got home from work that night, he was surprised to see you sitting on his couch dressed in the most jaw dropping attire he had ever seen

"What's this?" Satoru murmured softly, cheeks flushing pink as you got up and sauntered over to him. His blew eyes were locked on the dangerous sway of your hips. "It's my treat to you, Toru~. You've been treating me so well, I want to return the favor." "You know you don't have to... I made it clear I was doing this because I wanted to..." He didn't want you to feel obligated to return the favor in any capacity. But, you shushed him, placing a delicate hand on his bicep. "I told you, Toru, I want to do this... I've been wanting to for a while now... you deserve it."

He was sold, the little self-restraint he had went flying out the window after you uttered those pretty words. Satoru ended up taking you then and there on his way too-expensive white couch. He had teased you the whole time, telling you it would be a shame if you were to ruin his furniture with your arousal. All the while he was praising you for knowing him so well, actually taking the time to admire your body in the lingerie before tearing it off of you. You had told him you bought it yourself, laughing as he scolded you - marking your neck with his teeth before whispering about how he'd repay you for it.

[justauthoring]

it’s one in the morning and the two of you are the only ones still awake.

there’s a blush dotted across your cheeks and inumaki’s hiding his face away with the collar of his shirt. the room is filled with a anxious silence, you want to say the words but can’t. you’re too embarrassed. he wants to say them too but…

inumaki can’t really say it anyways.

your eyes flicker upwards and the only thing lighting up the room is the moonlight from the window behind you. it illuminates inumaki perfectly, casted across his entirety and reflecting off his eyes. you love his eyes. have since you first saw him.

since they first made eye contact with yours.

violet and dark but his gaze was always soft, always warm. his eyes big and round and doe-like, you always felt butterflies flutter through your stomach when you caught those eyes staring at you.

but the moonlight is hitting them so perfectly in this moment. twinkling off his gaze like they were stars and you’re absolutely entranced, unable to look away.

he’s leaning forward in the next second, your breath halting as he pulls his collar down, revealing the lower half of his face. your eyes flicker to his lips first, wet with a slight sheen as he licks them slowly, nervously and then suddenly you can’t see them because they’re pressed against your own.

soft and warm, molding perfectly against your own as you curve into him.

his hands come up, unsure at first, settling just above your hips where he squeezes gently. your stomach feels like a pit of butterflies, riddled with nerves but unable to hide the excitement that courses through your veins — it’s exactly how you’ve dreamed of it being. soft and warm, but filled with passion; inumaki is every bit gentle with you while still managing to display just how he really feels.

then he’s pulling back, breathless.

“shake,” he whispers, meeting your eyes.

“inumaki-senpai,” you call back, words a hushed whisper as you try to catch your breath. you’re almost blown away, brain a fumbled mess as you try to register the fact that your long time crush and upperclassman just kissed you.

his head tilts at your reaction, concern blooming through his chest; “mustard leaf?”

you laugh lightly, eyes flickering downwards as you suddenly feel shy. suddenly, your feelings are too strong, stronger then they’ve ever been and you don’t know what to say or how to look—

a hand dips under your shin, grasping gently before pulling your gaze upwards.

to those pretty eyes you love so much.

he’s raising a brow, a silent question fluttering through his eyes as he stares back at you. you’re a bundle of nerves and you know that if you tried to talk, you wouldn’t be able too — at least not anything coherent. you feel entirely vulnerable in that moment, but not in a way you don’t like. you don’t mind being vulnerable if it’s with inumaki; simply because you trust him and know that he’d never do anything to hurt you.

so instead, you just nod, eyes flickering back to his lips before meeting his gaze once more, biting your own lip.

a silent invitation.

inumaki makes the move for you — like a good senpai — leaning forward once again until the familiar feeling of his lips tingle against your own once more.

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this has literally been in my drafts for months and i completely forgot about it

[bluesravens]

jjk smau part 2

warnings: none

pairings: undecided