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WHATS THAT ONE SONG? THE ONE THAT GOES WAIT! MY ROOMMATE WHO WORKS AT THE RECORD SHOP DOWNSTAIRS IS ACTUALLY KINDA HOT!

THE SPINS | SUGURU GETO X READER BLENDED SMAU

in which your roommate that works at the record shop downstairs is actually kinda hot…

content: a teeny tiny bit of enemies to lovers! roomates to lovers! mutual pining hehe. language, crude humor, heavy references to sex (no smut), mentions + use of alcohol & drugs, “kys” jokes, some angst, <16 dni with this account pls! individual warnings will be given for each chapter as well

taglist status: open! (send an ask, pls!)

༘⋆ y/n’s corner 𝄞 is this clairo shade?𝄞 the spins records

CHAPTERS

ᝰ.ᐟ = written portion

✫ prologue

I. nighttiming

II. white flag?

the daddyfication of ran haitani (part 2)

a/n: thank you for the love on part 1!!!!!!! i hope i wrapped this lil story up okay, feedback is so welcome and appreciated please enjoy!!!

content: pregnant reader, mentions of drug use sanzu does some coke oop, angst, angst, angst, comfort!

word count: 2.6k

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part 1

the car ride home from the hospital is tense. ran tries to speak but you shut him down with one word answers or by not responding at all. you feel yourself slipping into a foul mood and desperately want to fight against it so it won't be such an awkward drive, but you can't help it.

you accidentally make it worse by asking, "can you drop me off at my apartment?"

ran gives you a look like you're insane.

in the last few weeks you've only been to your apartment once and it was just to drop off your rent check. you'd slowly started spending more and more time at ran's, moving clothes and items over so that you practically lived there with him. he was too proud (and nervous) to ask you to move in properly, so he did it by suggesting you take more drawers in his closet, bring over more necessities so you'd feel more comfortable at his place. your asking to go there suddenly and without reason felt like a punishment to him.

"why?" he responds simply, eyes fixed to the road again. you watch him adjust his grip on the steering wheel.

"i just... ran, i don't want you to be upset, okay?" you mumble, wringing your hands in your lap. his jaw tightens, "that's not a fuckin' answer."

"please don't be upset," you huff. "i just want to be alone tonight. i feel like shit."

he pulls up to a red light and then turns to you, "you really want that?"

any time he looks at you, and you don't see the mischievous twinkle in his eye or the teasing smirk on his lips, your heart sinks. this time is no different. "yes," you force out. "just for the night. please, please try to understand where i'm coming from."

the light changes. he nods once at you and redirects his attention back to driving. your chest aches knowing that he's hurt, but you need some time on your own to take in everything that's happened today. you needed privacy to receive the doctor's phone call and maybe to buy a fucking drugstore pregnancy test, too. everything still felt like some kind of sick prank.

it wasn't like you'd never thought about having kids before. and after almost a year of being with ran, you'd definitely had your share of wonderings and daydreams about him as a father, of raising a cute little kid together with your eyes and his charming smile. you just hadn't expected to have to confront these imaginings so suddenly.

the rest of the drive is silent. ran pulls up outside your place and says nothing. "ran," you squeak, hoping he'll look at you. when he glances over, his well rehearsed facade is up, smirk and all.

"get inside quick, baby," he jerks his head toward the door. "it's cold."

you can't help but frown at the way he's bounced back so quickly, how he's so unaffected while you feel like you're crumbling. he puts a hand behind your neck and drags you toward him to plant a kiss to your forehead, "love you."

"love you, too," you give him a weak smile that doesn't even last until you get out of the car.

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the ding of your phone's timer makes you nearly jump out of your skin. it's the next day, and you're sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, leg shaking anxiously, staring at the little plastic wand on the counter. part of you doesn't want to look at the test at all. it would be much less stressful to toss the thing in the trash without checking the results, wash your hands, and pretend this whole ordeal was just a bad dream. but the vomiting had been real. the emergency room, the dizziness, the sobbing in ran's arms, the doctor's words.

that had all been very real.

you force yourself to your get to your feet and pick up the white and pink stick with trembling fingers. before you can muster the courage to look at it, you bring your attention back to the box the test came in.

one line, not pregnant. two lines, pregnant. simple.

you squeeze your eyes shut and hold the test in front of you. counting backwards from 3, you suck in a shaky break. 2, you grit your teeth. 1, your eyes crack open.

two lines.

two fucking lines. clear as day, there was no mistaking it.

you meet your reflection in the mirror and see that you're crying. you turn away and head into your bedroom, climbing into bed and making the decision to sleep for the rest of the day. ------------------------------------------------------------------

across town, ran is sitting in the back office of sanzu's strip club with sanzu, kokonoi, rindou, and kakucho, waiting for koko to finish looking over sanzu's books so they could all get to the restaurant where they were planning to eat.

"did you have to do this now?" kakucho groans as koko turns another page then turns it back to double check his own work. "i'm fuckin' hungry!"

"i told you we were working," koko replies without looking up.

rindou rolls his eyes, scrolling on his phone. ran is leaned back in a chair, absentmindedly watching sanzu do coke off a mirrored tray on the other side of the desk from kokonoi.

his pink haired head pops up after a line. "stop whining," he sniffs, dabbing at his nose with his sleeve. "i'm runnin' a fuckin' business here."

ran's phone vibrates in his pocket, distracting him momentarily from the euphoria episode unfolding in the stuffy office.

"ran haitani," he answers formally.

a moment later he's on his feet, "uh, yes...but that's not–okay... mhm.... yes.... i understand."

in true ran fashion, he starts to pace down to the far side of the office and back. "i'll call back," he grumbles, the professionalism all but gone from his tone. "right... thank you..."

for a few seconds, nobody says anything. ran's back is to the others, his grip tightening around his phone in his hand.

"you good, haitani?" kakucho's voice startles him. when he turns back to the group, he's wearing an unreadable expression.

"that was the doctor," he's stunned to the point of being unable to produce any emotion at all. "apparently my girl's pregnant."

the responses come all at once, blurted in shock and sympathy:

"shit, dude..."

"i'm sorry, man..."

"wow, what the fuck."

"what the hell are you gonna do?"

ran's staring down at his phone with unfocused eyes, "i have no fuckin' clue."

ran feels a bit stupid. he feels like he should've fuckin' known. the random bi– sorry, moodiness–, crying over anything, the vomiting, the fucking jeans that didn't fit and made you cry... how had he not realized??

admittedly, ran had gotten girls pregnant before. he'd even told you about it vaguely, never wanting to hide who he was from you, who he used to be. receiving an “i’m pregnant” text used to hardly even phase him. each time, he would simply shell out some money to make sure they'd handle it, then promptly ghost them and move the fuck on. the situation had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience, a problem neither him nor any of the women he'd been sleeping with had any difference in opinion about how to deal with.

but now he was with you. and he wasn't so sure that he wanted to do away with this like he had been so used to doing. and, more importantly, what did you want to do? the doctor said she'd told you already it was 99% sure, so why the fuck hadn't you said anything to him?? he didn't want to face the most obvious answer.

you obviously didn't want that with him.

"i'm gonna go," ran croaks, throat suddenly tight and dry. without waiting for any acknowledgement, he disappears out of the office and leaves the club through the back door.

ran would never admit it, but he had spent many nights lying awake thinking about the future he hoped to have with you. getting married, buying a house, growing old together... a huge part of it always included having a kid with you. he loved imagining how you’d be as a mother. he was sure the kindness and patience you showed him on a daily basis would only increase for your child. sure you loved him, but it almost made him jealous sometimes to imagine how much you'd love that fuckin' kid.

sitting in his car, ran realizes the reality of your pregnancy is not anything like he'd imagined. he's not feeling overjoyed. he's not rushing over to kiss you and celebrate. instead, you're hiding the pregnancy from him, alone at your apartment instead of with him at his and he's sitting in his car outside sanzu's fucking strip club. ran feels cheated somehow. why didn't you tell him?

of course he understood if you didn't want to have his baby, as much as that would tear him up inside. he knew he wasn't dad material; his business was dangerous, the lifestyle he'd led for so long was definitely not suited for children. as many nights as he'd spent imagining being a dad, he'd spent just as many worrying about not being good at it.

what would he do if he ended up being a shitty dad like his own had been?

you were his complete opposite: soft, understanding, empathetic. you'd be an incredible parent, you'd make it look effortless. and he would probably just fuck his kid up or leave.

ran presses his fingers against his temples, as if trying to physically work the thoughts out of his head. one thing was clear, he needed to talk to you. soon. immediately. before he can talk himself out of it, he turns on his car and zooms over to your place. ------------------------------------------------------------------

you try your best to ignore the knocking at your front door but the sound won't let up. dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffle through your apartment and open the front door without checking who it is.

"i think you owe me an explanation, sweetheart."

the words are said so calmly but they still make you want to physically leap away. ran looks disheveled, frustrated, and honestly, close to tears. he's watching you with a blank expression but you know him well enough to see the hurt in his eyes.

"come inside," you mumble, leading him toward the couch. he follows wordlessly and the two of you sit on opposite sides, facing each other.

"why didn't you tell me you're pregnant?" he asks, getting straight to the point.

you pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly, "i don't know."

"that's a shit answer and you know it," he snarls.

"i don't know!" you repeat, louder. "i panicked, honestly. i still don't know how i feel about it, and i didn't know how you were going to react..."

"but you should have told me, baby," ran's fists are clenched at his sides as he tries to keep himself calm. "we don't keep shit from each other especially not important shit like this!"

"don't yell at me!" you feel tears prickle in your eyes. "i got fucking scared of what you might think. and i had to know what i wanted before i talked to you. and, honestly, i figured i could probably guess what you'd want right now and that it was not being a father. sorry if that was so wrong."

"i can be a fuckin' father."

"well, just because you can doesn't mean you should."

the words strike him like a slap in the face. "i see."

"ran," you regret the words the moment they're out of your mouth. "i don't mean that. i just, i'm so fuckin' confused, i don't mean to–"

"nah, you don't sound confused," he smiles darkly, condescending. "it sounds like you know exactly what the fuck you want."

"don't do that," you cross your arms tightly over your chest. "don't make me the fuckin' bad guy just for being scared."

"you? scared??" ran asks incredulously, sarcasm dripping from his words. "of what?"

"um, i don't know, of growing a fucking human being?" you sputter. "of having to clothe it, and feed it, and raise it to help it become an actual person without fucking it up??"

"oh, please, you're gonna be fuckin' mother of the year and raise the happiest, smartest, most well adjusted little brat in history."

"but you don't know that."

"i do," he bites back. "and so do you. fuckin' admit it, you're scared you might be stuck with a guy who's gonna fuck up your kid."

"ran!" you recoil in shock at his words. "is that really what you think??"

he lays his head back against the couch cushion, deflating, "it's obvious. why else would you hide it?"

you watch him sink back into the couch, notice how his jaw clenches and unclenches under the skin of his face. he's so tense you can practically feel it radiate off of him.

"can i–?" you start to move toward him. he's tired himself out now, said everything he needed to say. he nods in defeat and you climb onto his lap.

you tuck your head under his chin, curling up against his chest. just having you in his arms– having your body so close to his– calms him down significantly. ran has always said that none of the bonten men would ever believe how quickly he loses fights when they're with you. the man who would be excited to take on an entire gang on his own and maybe even actually stand a chance of winning, folds immediately at the hands of one woman.

your hand cups his cheek tenderly. he leans into the touch, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "you know i love you more than anything, right?"

he's surprised by the words, especially right now. he felt the same way about you, but doesn't usually think about or assume that it's reciprocated. god forbid he got too comfortable and something happened to prove him wrong.

"you have so much love to give, ran," you hug yourself closer to him. "you protect the people you love with everything you have. our kid is gonna be so lucky to have you as a dad."

he's silent for a few moments, then groans out a soft "fuck" that almost makes you laugh.

"you were caught off guard, too," his voice is low, the words are coming out slowly, like he's analyzing each one individually.

"i made it about my fuckin' self when you were just... also scared. jesus christ.

"mhm," you mumble. he rubs your back as he senses you aren't mad at him, "why do i do that shit? i almost fuckin' blew it."

"no, baby," you reassure him. "you didn't. and i obviously wouldn't let you get away that easily."

"oh yeah?" he smirks, heart soaring with the chance to speak normally with you for the first time in what has felt like many weeks. "think you've got me locked down now that you're my baby mama?"

"shut up," you burst out laughing. he kisses your forehead lovingly.

"you know, if it's not the right time now, we don't have to rush it," he tucks your head under his chin. "we can try again when we're ready."

"maybe we're ready now," you say softly. ran doesn't reply. he must've misheard you.

"now?" he repeats.

"you're gonna be good at this," you turn your body to straddle his waist. "our kid is gonna love you so much."

ran takes a shaky breath as he smiles at you. "you think?"

"obviously," you nod enthusiastically. "because i'm the one cooking him and i love you so much."

"there's a lot i'd like to unpack there."

"too bad," you giggle, hopping off his lap. "i'm hungry and you were mean to me."

ran reaches for his phone to order dinner, "yes, mrs. haitani."

"not quite."

"not yet."

"okay, honey. one thing at a time."

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11 months ago

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* "SO I HAD SEX WITH ALL THOSE GUYS FOR NO REASON?"

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This is a prequel & sequel to my fic; The F*ck List.

[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ afab!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college non-curse au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, obsession, possessiveness, hints of; stalking. kidnapping, violence, mentions of whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

❥ Chapters !

coming soon :)

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7 months ago

promise that you won’t fall | h.hj smau

pairing: hyunjin x reader

genre: angst, smut, social media au (with written parts), coworkers au, exes to lovers, enemies to lovers, fwb to lovers

summary: Your high school romance with Hwang Hyunjin was intense and unforgettable, but it ended abruptly when he vanished to college without a word. Years later, your paths cross again as you’re both hired to plan a mutual friend's dream wedding. Despite the time that has passed, old wounds are reopened and unresolved feelings resurface. Will this twist of fate rekindle your connection or drive you apart for good?

status: ongoing

profiles

ch 1 - reuniting the gang

taglist OPEN

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3 years ago

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!

ft. shinichiro, kakucho, inui, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, m!oral, cursing, dirty talk, praise, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, f!oral, cockwarming, pussy drunk boyo, needy boyo, soft dom! w/ sub! reader

an. sometimes the pussy is just too much <3

𖦹 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

shinichiro lives for the moment when he finds your body nestled between his legs, cock perfectly placed in your hands and the tip melting on your tongue. the length throbs when your mouth engulfs him, swallowing his cock practically whole and the tip being met with the back of your throat, “god—s’good for me” shinichiro slurs, fingers digging into your scalp and his digits twitching when you only can gag around him. he doesn’t understand why you sucking him off feels so good today—better than it normally does. and shinichiro can’t control the way his hips buck into your face, slamming you down on his cock—or the cum shooting straight down your pretty little throat. shinichiro gasps, whimpering when your lips catch the sensitive head as you pull from his lap, “d-did you really just cum?” you question—meet with your boyfriend’s bright red face and avoiding eye contact, “i am so sorry princess, i-i just thought about how much i love the way you suck my cock and—shit” shinichiro hisses when your face bends back down to his crotch, tongue swirling around the length, “i’ll cum again you know? i bet my pretty girl wants another load huh?”

+ how does he make it up to you?

the only way shinichiro knows how, making you sit on his face and cumming on his tongue over and over. he really does feel bad for earlier but maybe if you’re so high on the bliss of his tongue prodding deep in your hole—you won’t mind <3

𖦹 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎

doesn’t grasp true reality right now when you’ve got kakucho lying on his back while you fuck his cock however you want. he likes the angle, the effortless beauty captures through each sway of your hips bouncing on his length and the way you’re taking charge, fucking him into oblivion—kakucho has self control, he knows when to clench from the waves of bliss rolling through his body but this time it’s different, “ridin’ this cock so well angel, i’m all yours, keep goin’.” but it’s better said than done because another movement of your body and everything feels—like it shouldn’t. kakucho letting a broken moan erupt through his lips, fingers pulsing through your hips and the willpower he had was filling your hole and eyes rolled white as kakucho dwindles through his high. before you can even talk he’s throwing a hand over your mouth, arm wrapped around your waist and bringing you down to his level, “just give me a minute, just give me a fucking minute” kakucho mumbles in your neck, the swell of his cock throbbing through your clenching walls. “proud ain’t ya princess? making me cum so quick” kakucho mumbles into the skin, though you can’t see his face—you’re sure he’s blushing through and through.

+ how does he make it up to you?

kakucho let’s the embarrassment wear off before he’s on you again, this time he’s the one fucking you into a limitless void of toes curling, moans spilling and his thighs splattered with a mixture of his seed and your juices—yeah, so what if he came early? not going to stop kakucho from fucking you until you’re dripping from his from his cum for days.

𖦹 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

lives for the moment when he makes you feel so fucking good—if it’s the amount of squelching sounds radiating the room or the pure filfth of your juices coating his balls—inui puts your pleasure above his own, every single time. “cum for me, angel” inui whispers against your ear, hot breath creeping onto the shell while he lingers nimble fingers down to your puffy clit. inui watches the blossoming effect his cock has on you, splitting your pussy in half whilst his fingers bring your orgasm to the surface. your spasms coat his length, eyes screwing shut while you feel the orgasm brushing through your body—within a reach of paradise it’s abruptly cut short when inui lets a high pitch groan shrill your ears, panting above you and almost buckling over from his orgasm—your eyes sneer red. without another word spoken inui runs to the bathroom—bashful tones whimpering from his voice when he tells you he’s sorry, you almost want to be angry if it wasn’t for the way inui looked almost angelic crumbling to your pussy.

+ how does he make it up to you?

inui might of came too quick but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let it get the best of him— asking you to sit in his lap while he slowly rubs small circles against your clit. overstimming you until you can’t even remember why you were mad at him to begin with <3

𖦹 𝐑𝐀𝐍

with his tongue swirling on your clit, hips bucking against the sheets as your hands bring ran even closer to your throbbing heat—it doesn’t get much better than this. ran mindlessly licks and spits into your soaking cunt, groans vibrating through your core when another orgasm taints his tongue—ran has already spent an hour between your legs, he thinks what’s another more? but you’re on edge, wanting something thicker than two fingers curling along your walls and the soft whines of his name drags ran from his realm of your dripping cunt to your perfect face, capturing your lips on his and the taste of yourself spent in his mouth seeps through to your tongue. “you taste so good for me” ran moans against your lips, spreading your legs wide and motioning his cock into your hole but the overwhelming heat, silky juices from your pussy become so much ran is helpless succumbing to his ecstasy, spilling his load in a one single stroke. “you didn’t just fucking cum” you hiss, and ran drops his face into your neck, slowly reeling his hips before ramming his cock back deeper inside you, “i have no idea what you’re talking about pretty girl, i’m just getting started.” ran haitani has never lied to you but tonight, he had—a little white lie, that you totally don’t know anything about.

+ how does he make it up to you?

ran? cum? too fast? he says you’re just imagining things, he’d never do anything that embarrassing—maybe if you’re too caught up in his brutal thrusts, fingers mercifully swipes to your clit, you’ll completely ignore the fact he came inside you like it was his first time.

𖦹 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

rindou doesn’t have time to fuck you, he’s on a tight schedule for work so maybe just pulling you in his car while he rolls his clothed bluge against your fabric covered cunt will do. maybe was what rindou thought but as hands tugged against his colored strands, coats of whines cascaded over his ear and the sheen patch of your slick stained his pants has rindou struggling. “wanna fuck this pretty pussy so fucking bad baby, just need to fill this hole” rindou pants against your mouth, needily bringing his hips down to grind against your core and he’s keeping the coil deep in his gut stagnant, hoping—praying nothing will come out of this but your panties being ruined. yet the ache grows by the minute especially when he feels your hand rub on his bulge, fingers working through to his sensitive head. a hiss bleeds through rindou’s teeth till white stars dance across his vision and rindou throws his head up, whimpering when you feel a wet patch scold his pressed pants. “did you just—” you look up at him and rindou looks the other way, biting down on his bottom lip, “do not look at me, if you do anything—don’t look at me, i am so pathetic.”

+ how does he make it up to you?

doesn’t make eye contact for a week afterwards but rest assured you sit rindou down and explain to him that mistakes happen and he’s more than happy to show you how much he needs you—he got what he wanted, filling your messy hole but rindou never says how long that’ll take. <3

𖦹 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

it feels like an eternity since sanzu has fucked you and maybe that’s why everything feels like the first time all over again. his strokes are shallow, shaky breaths expelled from his lips and even the slightest gaze upon your naked body makes him shiver. “missed you so much, princess” sanzu mumbles against your lips, tracing the curves on your body with his calloused fingers while his tongue dips into your warm mouth. sanzu could last forever just like this, the swell of his cock sweetly nestled inside you, soft hands cupping his warm cheeks and a singe of pleasure jolting up his spine. sanzu ignores it at first, he’s too caught up in the way you make him feel, alive—burning from combustion and craving more. “fuck i think i’m gonna cum” sanzu gasps and normally that’d be okay but time has slowed down and sanzu has only been inside you for a minute. “s-seriously?” you squeak back, noticing his lashes fluttering closed and your thighs slathers warm. “i can’t help it, fuck—” sanzu pumps another load inside you and his hands weakly fisting the sheets beside your head, “you’re gonna cum tonight, j-just let me use this hole, o-okay?”

+ how does he make it up to you?

cockwarm your precious boyfriend, that’s what sanzu wants and needs besides it keeps his cum in and the way your cunt clenches as he makes you cream on his length is a win-win situation <3

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3 months ago

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Masterlist

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satoru gojo

big stretch spider!mangojo webs you up mwahs your tits video games after sex making out with rival!gojo gojo sucks tits when he's bored gojo and geto overstimming your tits desperate gojo deepthroating you wearing gojo's blindfold while he plays with your folds gojo masturbates over your photos overstimulation with gojo praise & degrade gojo loooves edging you just to see you beg shower sex

what a game threesome gojo's hands good kisser gojo gojo loves you and your dick sucking skills cumplay small or large he's good gojo misses your titties and fucks you later on softdom!gojo loves worshipping gojo IS the present male lactation LOL bad time? first time sucking him aftermath

happy trail gojo gojo's dick is pretty he knows how to use it gojo's dick hcs getting off to your reactions giving your bf gojo head gojo loves missionary bf gojo overstims you A LOT while eating you out tits, ass, or thighs? this man fucks hard aftercare with gojo making out & tits gojo loves getting praised so he'll do the favor right back gojo would not complain eating you out for a long time

bratty gojo mirror sex spooning sex late christmas shopping fucking i feel like gojo's top five positions on a certain day would be this p links #1

suguru geto

gojo and geto overstimming your tits bad time?

kiyotaka ijichi

dry humping & making out

hiromi higuruma

higurama loves you and your cum!

events

smut-o-matic event

p links

gojo p links #1

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2 months ago

❛ ㅤ𖥔 ─── EXTRA-L (五条悟, 𝓖𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔)

𝓐𝖡𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳 ─ when gojo tries to talk you through it, but it makes him cum first instead 🤷

( 1.4k )ㅤ｡⠀呪術廻戦 ㅤ& MDNI. ✶ afab!reader, established relationship, práise kínk, crèampíe, máting prèss, inappropriate use of jujutsu

"heh, are you close?" gojo teeters, his large hand cupped underneath the soft, flushed arch of your neck. he's reached that stage of the night where he's getting far too cocky, his powerful, broad thighs not even breaking an ounce sweat, not even as skin slaps against skin.

bright, searing blue cuts through the darkness of the bedroom, and you have no doubt he's using a copious amount of reversed cursed energy to keep him going. gojo's doing a pretty decent job of holding out for the big finish.

the big finish in you that is. for the very thought of filling you up with thick, spurting loads makes gojo shake, quiver even, a whine slipping from his glossy, pink-stung mouth.

you can feel the ache in your stretched limbs, for the sensation is pulsing and throbbing from the mean mating press that gojo's got you in. his washboard, sculpted abdomen is pressed right up against you where you're certain that the print of his muscles will leave a mark. and the curled thatch of silvery-white hairs is tacking right up against your mound, drenched in the sticky slick that you've released, four times no less.

"dunno' if i can do it a-another time, 'toru," you're whining, gasping as gojo shifts the bulk of his body weight deeper against your bare torso. he's making sure to hit that sweet, sweet spot at this filthy angle, thick tip rummaging and swabbing through your gummy walls. but surely, gojo must be close now, for you feel the thin, weeping cries of precum slip out of you and onto the damp sheets. pooled onto the inner, plush flesh of your thighs.

"sweetheart, c'mon," gojo nudges your thighs further apart, slotting his broad form so perfectly in that gap that he adores the most, "i know you can, 'm gonna' make it real good this time." leaving adoring, laving kisses over your collarbone, complete with small, pink petals that bloom after his lips pop! away.

"jus' so big, i can feel you allll in me," you moan, lips parting as small ah! ah! ah! begins punctuating the cool night air. it's sort of the magic formula, you see. praising gojo, and lavishing him with many a sincere compliment.

you learned long ago that gojo loves to hear how much you love him, especially during lovemaking. particularly when he's doing his level best to plough himself right through you, determined to have every thick-veined inch of his cock kiss you.

you hear a little, pussydrunk giggle from the man above you. ridiculously long lashes fluttering against creamy, flushed skin as gojo sighs, content as he's determined to delve further into your heat, to have you as close to him as possible, "y-yeah? that big?"

slap! slap! slap!

once, you may have burned, or been embarrassed at the soaked, sloppy sounds of your cunt leaking like a faucet around gojo's thick shaft. to be mildly conscious of how your translucent shine had been coating every inch of his cock ever since he bottomed out in you with a groaned pop!

but frankly, you had been with him for so long — by now, the man had manoeuvred you into every position possible, and you knew nothing made him pick up the pace or turned him on more than the sticky encouragement of his second favourite girl in the entire world.

"hahh, 'toru, why?" your walls suddenly clench, desparate hips bucking up to kiss his. whining at the disappointment of the quick empty sensation that takes over when gojo's gripping the base of his cock, gently sliding his shaft out that glistens with all that tender love and care.

gojo just chuckles, pressing a delicate and feather-light kiss upon your waiting lips, quelling your soft gripes. "be patient now, pretty. just gonna, yeah –" he's jostling your thighs now, quietly stretching out the stiff limbs so he can press another kiss to the inner corner of your ankle, setting both legs over his wide shoulders, "jus' gonna change the angle. gonna' get you through this next one, that alright?"

frankly, the angle is a welcome change for your smarting hamstrings so you nod, hoping that he gets a move on and presses right up against, and into you asap.

gojo seems to be just as impatient as you are, but he's holding up beautifully despite not having released himself once tonight. he often gets like this, so determined to have you fall apart for him as many times as possible before he flushes, and groans, and spills into you.

"heh, 'm pretty girl, isn't that right?" gojo's admiring you blatantly, electric-blue eyes roving over your form, six eyes vying to find that sweet spot once more, "now 'm just gonna put it innnnn, jus' like. that."

and the stretch is delicious, and oh! the way that the weeping, hot tip swipes against your clit, sloppily dragging through your folds before he's pushing past the first ring of quivering muscle.

"you can take it right? can take alll of me, can'tcha?" gojo's cooing, slapping his hips (and well, his heavy balls) against the fat of your ass, and he hardly seems bothered by the messy strands of arousal that string back, fragile and yet so loud. this angle is truly mind-numbing, for his cock is rubbing right against every sweet spot possible, and your legs are already begin to quake once more, knowing exactly what's around the corner.

"oouh, yer' doing great, just breathe for me, sweetheart," gojo murmurs, his muscled torso flexin' so deliciously in the pale, filtered light of the moon refracting through the half-open windows, "now 'm just gonna' angle ya' like this."

gojo's got a thick hand on the underside of your thigh, pushing it to the edge of his shoulder so the angle is wide open and he can watch every delicious movement of his cock into your weeping cunt, to admire how your folds throb and tense, with slick drenching down the sheets. "y'look c-close, pretty, i mean — look at how she's ready to give me another show." tapping his chin in faux thought, licking a strand of your glossy arousal off his slender fingers, "wonder if you're gon' squirt this time."

it seems that gojo satoru simply cannot shut up, but you've always known how much he loves to run his mouth.

especially when he's balls-deep in you, circling his hips to make sure that he's hitting every sensitive spot possible to make the both of you see stars, "see, look at that, 'm thinkin' that this —" gojo wetly slaps the pads of his fingers against your aching, sensitive clit, watching the drowned slosh smear over your thighs, "this is gonna make you cu — ohh, fuck, fuck!"

you suppose that it will be lost to the ages as to what exactly gojo satoru was going to say, and many will wonder how he was going to finish that sentence (although, those of us with two brain cells to rub together can hazard a guess).

but he never quite gets those words out, suddenly squeezing his eyes tight shut, so soft lashes imprint on his under-eyes. a red-hot flush suddenly climbing up his alabaster neck, as his hips buck and quiver, stuttering as hot, thick and opaque seed splurges right up in you, enough that you tense your thighs as creamy drops spill right out, "fuck, 'm feeling dizzy — s'so good, hah." gojo's whining and panting, still keeping a bruising grip on your thighs, but he's determined that not even a single drop goes to waste.

when he pulls himself together once more, what a sight, for gojo's jaw is still slack, crystalline tears pooling at the corners of his lashes as he shudders, the most powerful man currently walking the earth has come undone. but he's never one to leave your momentum interrupted, grinning with that fang-ridden, shark-like grin as he pulls your body down the bed, even close to him so your arousal and his cum pool together and stick between the two of you, "how 'bout best of, uhh. . .nine?"

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4 months ago

U UP? - SATORU GOJO

you’ve got a big problem. and that problem has the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen.

wc: 1.2k

satoru (derogatory): hey :p

you’re bored, truthfully. it’s a bad saturday night— all of your friends drowning with work, or babies, or friends who don’t like you, or anything you could imagine. that’s the only reason you respond, you tell yourself, but deep down you know you would’ve even if you were at the bar.

grown ass man btw

satoru (derogatory): well that’s just not nice at all now is it

it’s not an easy feat to know gojo. your relationship is, for lack of better word, complicated. he texts you after dates to tell you how miserable (or amazing) it was, you fall asleep in his bed with his hand tracing stars into your arm, he plays the ‘have you met ted?’ game with you whenever he sees a man who might tickle your fancy in public, you pick him up his favorite snacks days before you’re assured you’re going to see him, he writes notes and leaves them tucked into your purse every time you hang out.

he’s an enigma, you think. and a damn bastard too— especially every time you’re alone in the confines of his room and he shows you those big, bright, deadly eyes.

what do you want .

your fingers tap over the volume button on your phone, lip tugged between your teeth as you wait in the index of your messages, staring at his typing bubble from outside the chat.

satoru (derogatory): movie night? game night? yap night? come over we miss each other >:)

you should maybe just kill yourself at this point. yeah, you’re fucked. absolutely, positively fucked.

who says i have ever missed you a day in my life

satoru (derogatory): quit being so mean!! i want to see my queen 🙇‍♂️

you’re kidding yourself because the second he texted you you’d looked through your camera roll to find which outfit you’d change into before you came over. you’re kidding yourself because the second he asked you to come over, you were jumping for your eyeliner and mascara.

this is fucked up.

yeah ok On my way!

satoru (derogatory): ew just say omw you freak

it’s not hard to find your way to satoru. it’s like you have something inside you that guides you to him— so it makes sense that it took you all of two times to memorize the twenty six minute drive to his house. your body settles as you walk through his complex, you melt into yourself when you get the familiar smell of him through the crack of his door.

you’re met with blue. fuck. and plaid pajama pants and a loose gray shirt. double fuck. this is obscene and you are no better than all of the other girls in the satoru gojo fan club.

“hi, pretty lady.”

“hello, satoru.” short and sweet. plain and simple.

“that’s all i get? harsh,” he laughs, bumping his shoulder into your own, lightly putting his hand over the small of your back as he guides you to his room as if you don’t know where it is.

it smells like him. a little off, a little dior, a little manly, the smallest bit like laundry. it’s so raw and real you think you’d open your veins and fill them with it.

“did you want a desperate love confession?” he scrunches his face up, easy grin on his face.

“well that would be lovely.”

it’s ritualistic. no matter what you say you’re going to do, what plans either of you have for the night, within the first two minutes you end up with your back against his chest and one of his hands on your thigh and the other around your waist. you think he’s insane.

he goes on and on, telling you about his day and boring you with all the small little details, and you wonder if you might be in love. you figure, begrudgingly, that you are.

“hey, you good? zoning out there.” he waves a hand over your face, you can’t help but notice how little callouses he has.

“what are we doing?” the worst question a woman could ever ask comes out before you can think twice. oh, so you’re really just a fucking idiot then.

“hm?” he pauses, puts his hand back down to your hip, and looks up at the ceiling before back to your face.

“well,” it’s a drawl, his usual exuberant and over the top tone teasing at you. “me personally, i’m just hanging out with my favorite person ever.”

that’s not good enough for you though. that wouldn’t be good enough for anyone, you feel, if they happened to be in love with the so-called honored one. but beyond that, that wouldn’t be enough for anyone who got to genuinely spend ten minutes alone with satoru.

“okay.” it seems that’s all you can muster. and it seems, he picked up on that.

“and,” he sighs, head dipping down to press a kiss to your eyebrow. “i’m spending time with the only person who ever makes me feel content anymore.”

fuck.

“the only person i’d ever let in my room— you know how much i love my room.” you huff a smile, but you think if you made a quick jab at him your voice would fail you.

“the only person who knows exactly what to order me— because no matter how much i say i like zunda, you know fresh cream is actually my favorite kikufuku.”

you’re completely, utterly fucked.

“the only person who dares be as insanely and completely mean to me as you are.”

“satoru,”

“the only person i think actually makes me feel like i am a worthwhile person.” and that hits. that hits hard, like nothing has ever hit you before.

“satoru.” its got a softness to it— the way you say his name. none of that sharp edge or desperate pining like there normally is. just pure, unequivocal kindness.

“what are you doing?” your name sounds like a prayer from him. before you can even think, he continues. “what are you doing with me?”

it takes awhile for you to say something. you can tell by the way he taps your hipbone, satoru gojo is nervous. he hides it well, though, eyes looking down at you, smug grin strapped to his face as if he knows what you’re gonna say. and maybe he does. maybe everyone in the whole world knows what’s about to leave your mouth.

but still, he is nervous. you realize, right now, you have his itty bitty heart in your hands and you think you could just lift it to your mouth and take the biggest bite.

“i think i love you.”

“how rude,” he huffs, fingers gripping into your skin, and he is beaming. “i know i love you. show a little certainty why don’t you?”

“oh.” you don’t seem to be very good with words right now. you think you may even be making a fool of yourself. but you don’t care. satoru gojo— mister six eyes, the strongest, the honored one, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, the light of your life— just told you he loves you. and what can you really say to that?

“me, too.” well that was stupid.

“i know, pretty girl.” it’s a reprise from earlier, but there’s a new weight to his words. you want to kiss him. you want to kiss him always, you want to kiss him bad, you want to kiss him now.

but before you can, he leans down and dusts the bridge of your nose with the softest touch of his lips you could’ve ever imagined.

“we’re doing whatever you want. just take your time, okay?”

thank fucking god your friends were busy.

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7 months ago

—heart out.

when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.

after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.

◇ pairing: hwang hyunjin x female!reader

◇ genre: social media au, non-idol au, best friend’s brother au, friends (kinda) to lovers, one-sided pining, fluff, angst, humor, eventual smut

◇ warnings: age gap (only three years, y/n being older), not all members of skz are featured although those who aren’t might make an appearance later on (i have trouble handling seven side characters, i’m sorry), y/n is portrayed by cho miyeon, swearing, mentions of heartbreak and toxic relationship (not the main couple), mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mature content in general, eventual written parts, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

◇ status: ongoing

◇ tag list: open. i only ask for reblogs and/or feedback in exchange, please. if you do want to be added, send me an ask! otherwise i might miss your comment under the posts.

◇ author’s note: helloo! pretty much two weeks have gone by since i got this idea and i’m still very excited about it and have it all planned out (minus some minor details lol), so i figured out why not just post the masterlist for now. idk how many parts it’ll have, i would like it to be on the shorter side (like 20-ish parts) but then again it’s me we’re talking about and i tend to get carried away hehe. so anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this story as much as i’m enjoying coming up with it! there won’t be a set update schedule for it, but so far the introductions should be up sometime soon next week<3

00. profiles

01. make it romantic

02. karma diem

03. murder mood

04. sugar rush (written)

05. wanna be yours | where we left off (written)

06. new me

07. save the planet

08. carrot cake

09. princess treatment

10. try harder

11. couch potato | one touch (written)