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west coast | ryomen sukuna

down on the west coast I get this feeling like it all could happen

pairing: actor!ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

summary: moving to hollywood was meant to bring you fame and fortune, but after dozens of failed auditions and six months working as a waitress, you can't help but wonder if sleeping with the movie star who frequents your diner might be the fastest way to the top.

word count: 3.1k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, slight dub-con because sukuna holds all the power here, coercion, imbalanced power dynamic, age-gap, piv, blow jobs, being filmed while having sex, degradation, manipulation, spitting, choking, he puts out a cigarette on you at one point, he is very unpleasant in this ngl

a/n: written for the @nanamisbbygirl 2k follower collab event based on the song west coast by lana del rey! go check out the other ldr inspired fics in the collab here!!

It was always late at night that he’d come by. Face filled with tattoos and piercings, leather jacket draped over his shoulders, sunglasses that did a poor job of concealing his identity because why would anyone wear sunglasses inside if they weren’t someone of note trying to hide who they were.

Generally when he’d step through the door of the run-down diner he’d have a lit cigarette between his lips, and despite you telling him each time that he couldn’t smoke inside he’d always just laugh and blow smoke into your face, asking what you were going to do about it, before taking his usual seat at the end of the counter.

He always ordered the same thing - a cup of black coffee and a plate of bacon and eggs, an odd order considering how late in the evening it was, but you never questioned it. Always bringing him what he wanted as quickly as you could, which wasn’t hard because the diner was almost always dead whenever he was around.

You weren’t even sure why he would come here. This wasn’t a nice place and he could certainly afford better. Perhaps he just liked the anonymity of it, he wasn’t someone who particularly played nice with the media after all.

As you’d hand him his order he’d flash you a smile that was all teeth, thanking you and always making sure to call you sweetheart, drawling out the word in that deep, husky tone of his as he shamelessly checked you out.

You should feel uncomfortable, should feel scared to be alone with this man who was twice your size and, if rumors were to be believed, had a long history of violence and criminal charges surrounding him.

Ryomen Sukuna. You’d known him long before you’d moved out to California in pursuit of fame. You supposed he’d be classed as an action star, but most of the time he played heinous villains in movies. Many people questioned how much he was acting though, considering that he seemed to behave as a villain in real life.

His reputation was terrible, easily one of the most infamous men in Hollywood at this point. He’d been arrested for drug related crimes on numerous occasions, had a volatile temperament, was a womaniser who treated the women he slept with like shit, and one time he’d gotten so pissed off at another actor he was working with that he beat them hard enough to put them in hospital.

By all accounts, he was not a nice man.

But he kept getting parts, because of that. There was no one better to play a cruel, heartless villain than him.

You envied him. You had to fight tooth and nail to even attend auditions, the most success you’d had since moving out here to pursue your dream had been a supporting role in a toothpaste ad. It was pathetic. He could do whatever he wanted and still get hired, but even your best wasn’t enough for you to get a foot in the door.

If you couldn’t land a part soon you weren’t sure that you could even continue to live out here. Rent was so expensive, and your job at the diner paid next to nothing. The thought of moving back to your home town after convincing everyone that you were going to strike it big was humiliating. You couldn’t fail, success meant everything.

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” Sukuna’s raspy voice sounded from across the counter. He was looking up at you with those intense red eyes, his sunglasses pushed up on top of his head at the realisation that no one else was in the diner. Just you.

You eyed him cautiously. He’d been trying to make conversation with you a lot recently and for the most part you’d politely shut it down. If his rumored treatment of women was anything to go by, he was not a man that you should be having anything to do with. Not to mention he was around fifteen years older than you, already into his late thirties, and you didn’t want to be the type of girl who slept around with older men.

Unfortunately that didn’t stop the flutter of your heart whenever he smirked at you, the pulsing ache between your thighs whenever he gazed at you like he was imagining how you’d look naked beneath him. But you weren’t going to listen to your traitorous body, he was bad news. You knew that.

“Not much.” You said dismissively as you started to wipe at the counter, pretending to be busy to deter him from further conversation. Unsurprisingly it didn’t work.

“Aw come on.” He purred, leaning forward a bit on the counter. “I can practically hear you worrying, how about you tell me what’s going on? I’m a good listener.”

You bit your lip, swayed by the sincerity in his tone. “Just money troubles. This place doesn’t exactly pay well.” You said, hoping that would be enough to satiate him.

“Yeah? Someone pretty like you shouldn’t be working in this shithole.” You tried to brush aside the butterflies in your stomach at his words.

“The casting directors of Hollywood don’t seem to agree with you.” You said bitterly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve had over one-hundred failed auditions at this point.”

“Oh, you wanna be an actress?” He asked, and the way that he said it made you shiver, as if your statement had thoroughly piqued his interest.

“Yeah. It's the only reason I’m out here.”

If you were being honest with yourself, you sort of hated living in California. It was too hot, too busy, too expensive. Not to mention the traffic sucked, it took a ridiculous amount of time to get anywhere. If you were famous it would be different, because you’d be living a life of glamour - but this place sucked if you were poor.

“Mmmm, getting parts is all about who you know, talent alone doesn’t really mean much.” He said simply.

You knew that already. The problem was you didn’t know anyone.

“I think I can help you out though.” He continued, and you looked up at him in surprise, scanning his face for any hint of deceit. He was looking at you evenly, not giving anything away as his eyes met yours.

“Why…why would you do that?” You asked cautiously, the many rumors surrounding his reputation swirling in your head.

He gave you a reassuring smile. “Do you think I’ve been coming back here every night because I like the shitty coffee? I’ve been coming here because of the pretty waitress who hands it to me.”

Your heart was pounding, the sound of blood rushing in your ears as you tried to take in that statement. You should say no. There was no way that all the allegations about him were false, you believed the women that he’d made cry, those who’d said that he’d broken them down until they felt like they were nothing.

But this offer was too good to refuse. You’d come out here to be a star, and you were going to make it happen.

“Oh, thank you...” You said graciously and his smirk widened, sharp canines visible as he did so.

“I’d have to audition you of course. You’re pretty but I need to make sure you can act before I start recommending you to people.”

That made sense, it would be embarrassing for him if he put your name forward for something only for you to be a terrible actress. He needed to know that you were actually worth his time.

“How about you come over to my place tomorrow night.” He continued. “You can have your opportunity and then we can discuss next steps.”

There was something about the way he spoke that had alarm bells ringing for you. Like you were walking into a trap. The idea of being alone in his house was daunting, especially given his track record.

“I don’t know…” You mumbled, voicing your inner conflict.

“Come on sweetheart, I’m giving you a real chance here. You don’t want to be stuck working in this place forever, do you?” He sounded a little irritated with your reluctance.

He was right. You’d be stupid to turn down this opportunity even if you were feeling uncertain about it all. If you wanted to be famous you needed to grab any chance available to you and run with it. Things weren’t just going to fall into your lap.

You needed to be bold, to take what you wanted from the world when it was offered. You were in no position to be picky.

“No…I don’t want to get stuck here.” You confessed softly, giving in. “Do I need to learn a script before, or..?”

He shook his head, a satisfied grin on his face. “Nah, just bring yourself. Make sure you wear something pretty though, treat this like a real audition.” He grabbed a napkin, scribbling down his address and phone number before handing it to you. “Come over at 8, sweetheart. Make sure you’re on time.”

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It was around 8.30pm the next day that you realised that you might have fucked up by involving yourself with him.

You shouldn’t have come here, shouldn’t have trusted this man for a second, should’ve kept slaving away as a waitress until you got through an audition the fair way. Because if you’d considered the warnings of other women for just a moment you wouldn’t be in the situation that you were in right now.

Just like the naive little star-struck fool that you were, you’d shown up to his Malibu beach house the next day, ringing the buzzer at 8pm sharp wearing your shortest mini-skirt, making sure that you looked pretty just like he’d asked.

The outfit request alone had been a red flag, one that you’d brushed aside with your mind too focussed on the potential pay-off from your meeting with him. If dressing up a little bit slutty for a famous movie star was all it took for you to get a shot at stardom that certainly wasn’t a bad trade off.

But now you felt stupid. Because wearing your prettiest outfit wasn’t all that it would take - you should’ve known that really. Should’ve known that he didn’t really want to audition you, couldn’t actually care less about your acting skills or what happened to you at all. All he wanted was to get you alone in his house.

And you came to him like a moth to a flame. Just like all the girls before you, and undoubtedly many girls after.

He had you on your knees, your lips wrapped around his massive cock as you tried your best to give him a blow job that would satisfy him. But he was not an easy man to please, spitting insults at you as you struggled to take all of his length, calling you a pathetic fame-seeking whore as he pulled your hair, forcing himself further down your throat.

This had been your choice.

He’d told you honestly that the only way you were getting any sort of recommendation from him was if you fucked him, that sex was your only way to the top. And at this point you were desperate, what were you going to do? Say no to an opportunity like that?

It was the closest you’d ever been to success since moving out here.

So you did your best to appease him, giving head like you never had before to try and impress him, pretending that it didn’t bother you as he spat on your face and called you pathetic, trying your best not to cry as he pulled his lit cigarette from his lips and put it out on the bare skin of your shoulder, no doubt marking you for the foreseeable future.

But it didn’t matter, because he was going to make you famous, and that meant that all of this would be worth it in the end.

You’d be a star.

You swallowed his load when he came in your mouth without warning, employed your acting skills to pretend that the texture and salty taste didn’t make you want to throw up. Stuck out your tongue for him to prove that it was all gone, barely flinching as he spat into your open mouth and made you swallow that too.

Because one day this would just be a footnote in your story, something that you went through to get absolutely everything that you’d ever wanted. Even if right now you felt disgusted with yourself. This wasn’t how you wanted to get your fame, you’d wanted to do things the honest way. But Hollywood wasn’t fair, so if sex was the only way up you’d take it.

When you’d first arrived at Sukuna’s home earlier that evening he’d kept up the pretense that you were here to audition, had made you do a little scene only to tell you that you were a shitty actress. He’d thoroughly broken you down, destroying your self esteem and making you feel like you were worth nothing. And about ten seconds after he’d crushed your hopes and dreams to dust he propositioned you for sex.

According to him you’d never get anywhere on talent, the words ‘no one will ever hire you in this town unless you fuck your way to the top’ had cut through you like a knife, embedding itself in your brain. He’d told you that you were worthless, that girls like you were a dime a dozen. Keeping him entertained for a while was the most you could do if you wanted to get anywhere in life.

And that’s why you were compliantly giving him everything he wanted, why you wouldn’t turn him down or tell him to stop. Being his whore was the best way forward if you wanted to secure your future. You were reaching out and taking everything you’ve ever wanted, even if it was degrading.

Though a hint of doubt started to creep into your mind as he bent you over his dining table, pulling out a camcorder and holding in front of your face as he fucked you from behind.

You’d begged him to put the camera away, knowing that what you were doing was shameful, not wanting your legacy to be the fact that you’d exchanged sex for success. But he’d simply laughed, holding the camcorder just out of your reach.

“What? Didn’t you want to be a movie-star?” He’d mocked as you'd tried to rip the camera from his hands. You’d given up trying to fight it after that. You’d hoped that his words were just him threatening you to comply else he wouldn’t recommend you to his hollywood buddies, trying to push away the distant voice that worried he was going to make you a ‘star’ by publishing this video instead.

That wasn’t the kind of fame you wanted.

But any viewers of his little video probably wouldn’t realise that, not from the way that he had you moaning and whimpering as he split you apart on his cock, thrusting into you so deep that he was hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. You could see your fucked out expression on the camcorder’s tiny screen, and as humiliating as it was to see your face filled with pleasure, there was nothing you could do to stop it.

You probably looked like even more of a whore when he placed the camera down on the table in front of you, giving him free use of both his hands, wrapping one firmly around your neck and choking you, whilst the other smacked your ass over and over again until it was bright red and burning. Drool dripping from your mouth at the sensation.

Both of you knew that you weren’t hating it as much as you should’ve, because with each swift spank and the ever increasing pressure of his fingers cutting off blood flow to your brain, you could feel your pussy tightening around his cock, that sick feeling of pleasure and desire for release building up in your gut.

No one had ever fucked you like this before. It was horrible - disgusting even, the callous way that he was treating you. You felt like you’d been broken down to nothing, truly degraded, just a sex object for him to use. And yet, you felt euphoric. It was a humiliating realisation.

Coming undone on his cock in front of that camera felt like nothing you’d ever experienced before, your whole body shaking with the intensity, your eyes rolling back from the sheer pleasure of it all. Your mind didn’t even register his cruel laughter at what a pathetic little whore you were, barely able to resist as he pulled you forcefully back by your hair and spat in your mouth once more. Everything felt too good.

Humiliating, but still good.

You should’ve tried to stop him as he released inside you without a condom. You’d asked him to wear one but he’d told you in very unkind terms that wasn’t his thing, that he only ever fucked bareback and you’d have to deal with it. But who were you kidding, at this point you weren’t going to stop him from doing anything.

Not if it would make you a star.

Even when you’d thought he was done, that cumming inside you would signal the end of this sick little encounter, it turned out that he had an ungodly amount of stamina. He spent the rest of the evening fucking you, taking you in every position he could think off, all captured on that camcorder of his.

Doing everything that he could to make sure you were thoroughly ruined.

He called you names, spat on you, made you suck cum off his fingers - did just about every degrading thing in the book and you enjoyed it. It got to the point where the only thing you could think of was him. How you weren’t sure about how you could go on with your normal life without more of this - without more of him.

And at the end of the night, when he was standing out on the balcony bouncing you on his cock in the dark, visible to anyone taking a midnight stroll on the beach, all you could do was let out pretty little moans and cling to his biceps, your mind dull with pleasure and need.

You could barely even remember your own name, let alone what you’d come here for, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d lost yourself somewhere along the way. Broken apart just like all the other girls who had the misfortune of crossing his path.

No, no, you weren’t like them, you were different.

You were going to be a star!

a/n: hope you enjoyed!! up to you guys to decide whether sukuna will actually follow through with his promise or if reader is just deluded lol

#crimson's recs 💌#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader

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crimsonsdiary · 1 month ago

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I FOUND IT!!

It only has like 3 chapters tho💔

This the fic

Guys I need help finding a fic.

The fic was an x reader fic where the reader decided to start OF because she's a broke university student. I remember she offered a special for her high paying clients something about they get to have sex with her 1 Friday for 7 weeks?

But the jjk guys were also in her university.

Send help please!!

#found it #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #crimson's recs 💌

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crimsonsdiary · 1 month ago

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Just Friends!? - taglist/preview

-Art in the banner from nek0zuu_ on X-

Pairings- Former Nerd! Gojo and F! reader

Summary - Satoru Gojo was the biggest nerd EVER in high school with you, next door neighbors, study buddies, you were the best friends in the world. Never having the courage to ask you -the 'popular girl' out- you never knew he felt for you. He ended up leaving town, moving to the big city of LA- getting famous with a modeling career, and lost touch with everyone from his old life. While you're working the family pub to help out your parents, years later, he finally comes back to visit, just to have you making his drink. Everything about him is different, aside from those pretty blue eyes and the sweet grin. You feel he's so accomplished now, and you're just a small town girl, but little do you know, you've never left his mind.

CW- Will be explicit and smutty (it's me!?) based on the 2005 Rom com Just Friends - part of my amazinggg moot @indiewritesxoxo's Friday night flicks! 🌙 Nerdjo turned famous and cocky, but he's still just a Nerdjo deep down hehe- he'll have a whole retainer and he'll dance to boys to men a la the movieee

Will be a long oneshot, taglist openn, rom com/fuzzy cute friends to lovers/ small town vibes! Comment to get tagged, planning to release it around my birthday ( April Fools day hehe)

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#satoru gojo #gojo x reader #crimson's recs 💌

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crimsonsdiary · 1 month ago

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I'd give you everything, I just want to see you win ⸻ clan head Gojo

SERIES MASTERLIST

description ⸻ Navigating a married life is hard enough, it is harder when you know nothing about your husband other than his heroic scars and dizzying smile.

pairing ⸻ post Shinjuku clan leader Gojo x non-sorcerer reader

cw ⸻ canon divergence, nsfw, MDNI, clan and jujutsu world politics, arranged marriage, husband Gojo, Gojo with scars, slow burn, yearning, they are both a little stupid about e/o, misogyny (not by Gojo), internalized misogyny on reader's part, insecurities, dysfunctional families, fem oriented reader, use of she/her pronouns, emotionally detached Gojo, eventual happy ending.

you can also find this series on AO3

a/n: art by 3-aem (on tumblr and twt), find the used art here. to be added to the tag list, please leave a comment below (after the 3rd taglist is full tags will close, so lmk if you want to be on it before that).

⸻INDEX OF CHAPTERS⸻

♡ preview

♡ chapter one: Lord Gojo

♡ chapter two: Lady Gojo

♡ chapter three: Pink Camellias

♡ chapter four: The Library

♡ chapter five: Sudden Encounters

♡ TBA...

⸻HEADCANONS, DRABBLES & MISCELLANEOUS⸻

♡ spying on Gojo training

♡ visual aesthetic of the Gojo estate

a/n: divider by @/omi-resources.

#crimson's recs 💌#gojo satoru

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crimsonsdiary · 1 month ago

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Stream and Scream | reader x multiple men

play previous song? || ◁ PART 2 ▷ || play next song?

summary : Your inbox has turned into a horny battlefield—six familiar usernames, six neck-down thirst traps, all hard and very, very eager.

No faces. Just bodies. Dicks. Bold lighting choices. Questionable bedsheets.

You sit cross-legged in your underwear like you’re judging Olympic figure skating, except everyone’s naked and begging to be picked.

Time to start scoring.

contains : camgirl!reader x a whole ass roster, rotating cast, university AU, smut, porn with kinda a crack plot, casual sex, anonymous sex, exhibitionism, recording, oral sex, piv sex, rough kinky sex, everyone wants to fuck reader, horny simp men, sukuna being sukuna, reader being willfully ignorant for her own sanity.

A/N : time to make your first choice for the first week by voting in the poll at the end, i'll be doing this all in descending order based on who was the most voted to the least - so vote well >:) goodluck reader ! (i wonder who the mystery man could POSSIBLY be)

You sat back for a few hours, letting it really settle in for yourself and your viewers. You had hundreds of messages and you hadn’t even finished scrolling through the first wave of submissions when the familiar usernames started sliding into your inbox—like wolves answering the call. And it was obvious, immediately, which messages you were actually going to open.

These weren’t just horny randos with messy lighting and desperate angles.

These were your regulars.

The six you already knew by username. The six who tipped with the intensity of men bidding for real estate inside your body. And now they were showing themselves to you. You hoped to whatever deity was listening that these guys were hot with huge cocks. What? It was fun to be a little superficial sometimes. First up:

EmoWithaBoner.

His message was soft-spoken, despite the picture attached being the exact opposite of that, just like always. No emojis. No bravado.

“Didn’t know how to pose,” it read. “But I thought about how you’d look on top of me, and it kind of just happened.”

It was soft, unfiltered, and a little shaky. The photo was reflected from his mirror and showed him stretched out across gray sheets, pale skin dusted with faint freckles. He looked like he went to the gym often with how built he was. Narrow hips. His cock sat flushed against his stomach, long and lean—at least seven inches, maybe more—and wait.. was that? You looked closer towards the image, inspecting it like you were trying to solve a case. Yep. It was pierced at the frenulum with a delicate curved barbell. A glint of silver. Great heavens. Saved.

TempleOfSin.

His body was art. Broad chest, warm tan skin like satin, sculpted muscle that looked carved. His torso was tapered, lean and strong, with a small trail of black hair leading down to a thick, curved cock—seven inches minimum, hand loosely resting at the base like he was showing it off without trying too hard. He was neatly trimmed. It looked like there was a bunch of robes beside him haphazardly taken off for the photo. “Consider this a formal offering,” the message read. “You could worship every inch of me truly, my loyal little follower.” Odd as always, but hot. Saved. You could hear your prayers being answered, two down and so far all was good - in fact, perfect. You were surprised these were the guys paying you, and for a second or two you felt like you should be paying them for the photos.

SixEyesOnly’s submission hit next—and of course, it came with a $500 tip before you even clicked on the message. The sight that hit your eyes made you choke a little on your own spit.

Of course he sent multiple angles—three, actually. You picked your favorite: a half-reclined shot on luxurious navy bedding, torso lit with just the right amount of golden light. He was toned, lean muscle over abnormally long limbs, subtle abs. A soft trail of white hair led down to a perfectly girthy cock, mid-stroke—maybe just under eight inches, thick enough to stretch you open. His other hand was holding a handwritten sign: “Good enough for you?” “Oh, SixEyesOnly, absolutely.” You spoke to yourself whilst your eyes remained glued to your laptop screen. Saved. Then—unsurprisingly unhinged—daddyissuez.

“i jerked off right before i took this and got hard again just thinking about fucking you.”

And the photo… Jesus. The photo was taken in low lighting, like a scene from a noir porno. He was sitting wide-legged on a leather couch that looked like it needed replacing, legs thick and powerful, thighs dusted with black hair. His chest was solid, scars faintly visible across his abs and ribs. You closed your eyes for a second and tilted your head up to your ceiling in a silent ‘thank you’ before looking back down at the image. His cock was huge, just like the rest of him. Probably just shy of nine inches, you couldn’t keep your eyes off it. Balls heavy. Tip already glossy with precum. One hand gripped the base. The other rested lazily on his thigh like he was used to being admired. With a cock like that you couldn’t blame him. Saved. OfficeAfterHours was, predictably, meticulous. His message read like an email you’d get from someone managing your retirement plan, if that person also wanted to bend you over a desk.

“Apologies for the delay. Here’s my formal submission. Discretion guaranteed. Let me know if you'd like a second angle.”

Shot in high-resolution against crisp black sheets, his body was a symphony of intention. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, abs that looked like they’d been sculpted from marble. Not huge, but built like someone who took care of himself for discipline, not vanity. A thin trail of blonde hair led down to a cock that was gorgeous—perfect shape, thick but not excessive, probably seven inches on the dot, with veins that begged for attention. Trimmed. Clean. You could almost imagine his voice saying something like, “Breathe through it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” A weird sound came out of your mouth in excitement from your own fantasy. Saved.

You were already overstimulated and halfway folded into your sheets when the final message hit.

KingOfRot.

You hovered over it for a second like it might bite. Which was ironic, considering he probably would. He was always the most feral in chat—filthy, relentless, tipping like his wallet had a death wish.

You clicked.

Instant regret. Instant need.

The photo looked like it had been taken during a crime.

Bathroom mirror. Harsh yellow light. Shirt pushed up to his collarbones, muscles tensed like he’d been fucking someone just before he snapped the photo. Chest broad. Arms thick. Veins roped down to his forearms. Stomach lined with clean muscle. Ink everywhere—heavy black bands around his biceps, tattoos sharp and ceremonial-looking across his chest and stomach like a ritual.

And then his cock.

You actually flinched at the offensive monster staring right back at you through the screen. Long. Thick. Too thick. Heavy. Veins running down the shaft like it had a pulse, flushed red like it had been hard for too long. The kind of cock you’d have to apologize to your body after taking. You didn’t even want to hazard a guess at the size.

He wasn’t even touching it. It was just there holding its own weight up like a pole rather than a piece of actual flesh.

But what got you, what really made your stomach drop, was the tattoos.

They were familiar.

You’d seen them before.

There was a guy on campus—tall, smug, terrifyingly hot in the way that sent your libido into a frenzy—who had tattoos just like that. You’d seen him walking out of the athletics building once, sweatpants slung low and his shirt mysteriously missing, laughing like he knew every secret in the world. He had loudly shouted “What!?” at you when you had stared for a little longer than needed. Embarrassingly seared into your memory for that exact reason.

You squinted.

“Nope,” you muttered. “No. Not connecting the dots. That’s above my pay grade.” Surely it couldn’t be the same guy, right? The tattoos were probably, like, one of those trends that everyone was getting. That's what you were telling yourself at least.

You were about to save the photo when you finally looked at the caption.

“Pick me. I’ll fuck you so hard your ancestors will feel it. You’ll be a fucking shrine by the time I’m done.” Was that a death threat? Probably. Should you block him? Probably. “Ancestors. Okaaaaay.” You nodded your head slowly as if he was across from you saying it with a gun pointing at you.

And then you saved it. Of course you did. Then flopped onto your back, one arm flung over your face, trying to mentally prepare for the chaos you had just invited into your life. All at the right price of course. “Thank you to whoever is listening for blessing me with viewers that are hotter than the guys I have wilfully hooked up with for free.” You spoke to your ceiling, a common theme nowadays. Seven men. Seven bodies. Seven chances to let your subscribers watch you get absolutely wrecked on camera.

Your legs were trembling from what you decided was mostly horniness.. and a little bit of fear for your own pussy by the time you shut your laptop fully. Friday couldn't come soon enough.

Now, the real question was - who would you choose first?

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#jjk smut #jjk fic #crimson's recs 💌

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what you know - r. sukuna [college au]

❦ ryomen sukuna x f!reader [ongoing series]

❝ you've heard his reputation and you've seen first-hand the way he's late to class if he even bothers to show up. paired with him for the most important project of the year, you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt- but maybe that's more than he deserves when your perfect grades depend on him, or maybe there's more to the aloof and irritable sukuna than meets the eye. ❞

❦ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. use of cannabis. use of nicotine/cigarettes. angst. hurt/no comfort. hurt/comfort. minor injury. family trauma. smut. slow burn. anxiety. panic attacks. self-loathing. mentions of difficulty eating. legal drama (likely with inaccuracies). medical content. minor descriptions of wounds. tags will be updated as series continues.

❦ additional tags ; college parties and themes. sukuna ooc warning as this is a realistic take on modern sukuna. reader is fairly preppy and implied to be smaller than sukuna, but he's 6"11.

❦ taglist ; OPEN. please comment here if you would like to be tagged. age MUST be easily visible on your blog. if you've already requested to be on the taglist, i've got you <3

❦ words ; 350k+? estimated.

main masterlist || ao3 || wattpad || playlist

⋆ ch1 || fallen angel ⋆ ch2 || prom queen ⋆ ch3 || grade a(sshole) ⋆ ch4 || served ⋆ ch5 || hero ⋆ ch6 || intoxicated ⋆ ch7 || yuletide ⋆ ch8 || hysteria ⋆ ch9 || (ex) friends ⋆ ch10 || miscalculation ⋆ ch11 || scars ⋆ ch12 || too sweet ⋆ ch13 || tribulations ⋆ ch14 || trials ⋆ ch15 || aftermath ⋆ ch16 || sleepless nights ⋆ ch17 || ghosts ⋆ ch18 || blinding lights ⋆ ch19 || crash ⋆ ch20 || coming soon! ⋆ ch21 || coming soon! ⋆ ch22 || coming soon! ⋆ ch23 || coming soon!

⋆ husband!wyk!sukuna headcanons

⫘ sukuna appearance hc ⫘ series art ⫘ ⫘ fanart tag ⫘ music tag ⫘ ask tag ⫘

writing & format © starmapz. art © 3-aem. dividers © adornedwithlight. do not repost, translate, or copy.

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Gojo satoru fic recommendations part three !

Pt 1 | pt 2

— sakura by @arminsumi

Satoru who has hanahaki disease.

— glimpse? By @awarmcupofmilk ,sequel

A arguement ends the strong relationship of you and satoru

— dorm mate!gojo series by @mari-the-bimbo

Hurt comfort and fluffy

— love you by @noroi1000

Ahh it made me cry i love her fics sm

— cat and love by @/noroi1000

— im waiting for you in different life by @/noroi1000

— you promised me something by @/noroi1000 , backstory

— bully gojo by @suguru-getos

Toru is so mean 💔

— speak now by @seeingivy

Stopping your best friend satoru from getting married after you realize your feelings for him

— Drabble by @peachsayshi

— Believe me now by @lunarnu

— Satoru gojo x oc by @rin-art-fanfic-universe

i love these time travel fics

— crush by @teatreeoilll

Toru finds out you have a crush on him

— headcanons by @shesinmy

Your younger sister of nanami T^T

— snowed in by @indiewritesxoxo

Yeti toru ^.^

— ex toru by @skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru

— you need me so bad by @/arminsumi

— idk who the author

— going to a private onsen with gojo by @limitlessgojo

— since you asked for it by @/arminsumi

— loser!reader x Toru by @yanderenightmare

— childhood sweeties satoru n fem reader art

A/n : i will post a part four if i find more fics :b

#gojo x reader #crimson's recs 💌

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betrothed fairy prince!sukuna x f!reader

you were marrying the wrong man.

betrothed practically from birth to the son of one of the few powerful families left - promised to be his bride and bear his kids. after all, that was all most fairies thought a half-breed like you was good for.

he'd been nice to you anyway, the kind of sweet that buttered you up until your heart melted in his palm. interlaced your fingers with his and dragged you along everywhere he went, showing you off and staking his claim since you were stupid children with scrapped knees on the playground.

and yet, it wasn't his hand slipping a ring on your finger. wasn't his lips echoing empty vows. blue eyes traded in for a set of searing red ones, the kind that smoldered instead of soothed.

the guests whispered while you repeated your lines, your stare blank as you focused on the night sky through the intricate stained glass behind him so you wouldn't look at your husband-to-be. they couldn't believe it.

neither could you.

but who would dare oppose a prince?

not the man you thought you loved, apparently, since he had no problems putting you up as collateral for a stupid bet with him. signing away the future you planned on a single bad card game.

fairies were fickle creatures. with their high standards and long-held grudges, they wouldn't go back on a deal, no matter the price.

you just couldn't understand why he accepted you anyway.

he could pick anyone. didn't have to marry at all, certainly not someone of your social class. or even just take you as a concubine if he wanted to make a point so badly.

making you into a princess felt like a cruel fucking joke - like you'd turn around to find the crowd behind you laughing.

a hand grabbed your waist, and you blinked again, startled to discover you spaced out through the rest of the ritual, your fate sealed to being forever bound to a man you'd own seen at banquets and in busy streets, paraded as a hero while they whispered in secret he was a bloodthirsty monster.

would he rip your heart out before or after the honeymoon?

you supposed it didn't matter much when it had already stopped beating.

he kissed you like he could restart it.

rough and hungry, pulling you into him and claiming you in front of the entire congregation. he didn't taste like blood. no, it was surprisingly minty, like perhaps he chewed leaves or took care to freshen up for the occasion.

you were breathless by the time he let you go, gripping onto his arm so tight to keep steady you had started to leave little crescent moons into his scarred skin.

"sorry," you sheepishly whispered, just quiet enough no one else would hear, although the applause was still going, ringing in the back of your ears. faint pricks of fear made your pulse quicken, but you tried not to show how scared you actually were that one wrong move would make you fall out of any favor he currently held towards you.

"oh?" he chuckled, glancing down at where you marred his forearm. he guided your chin up to look at him, his towering frame leaning over you. "you know, wife, I'd rather you leave scratches down my back instead but-"

you squeaked.

then cringed and wished a hole would open up beneath you to swallow you whole. too flustered to face him, glancing back towards the crowd to find your good-for-nothing former fiancè watching you with the man he should've been.

too late now.

"he wouldn't know what to do with you anyway," your new husband tch-ed in your ear.

he swept you off your feet, literally, carrying you bridal style down the flower-lined aisle, scowling at some of the guests who tried to talk to him on the way out.

"your highness," you mumbled, unsure how to even address him now.

"sukuna," he was quick to correct you, grunting his disappointment that you'd refer to your husband so formally.

he hadn't put you down yet, walking past where the other fairies were filtering through to the banquet hall, slipping into a deserted hallway, the walls lined with rich tapestries and gold trim.

"can you put me down?" you awkwardly asked, blushing and fighting the urge to bury your face in his chest to hide it.

"not yet," he gruffly grumbled.

it wasn't until you crossed the threshold of his chambers that he finally did. but he didn't throw you on the bed or rip your clothes off. just halfway tossed you onto a chaise by the fire, a smug smile tugging up on his lips like he enjoyed the sight of you so flustered for him.

you swallowed hard before speaking, "why did you marry me?"

he shrugged.

"I didn't want him to have you."

a/n: brain worms got me for this just had to write this real quick :p debating on doing a part two <3 more xxx files here :p

#sukuna ryomen #crimson's recs 💌

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brat

producer!suguru x popstar!reader

you're the sound of the summer—glittering, speaker-melting, and impossible to replicate. suguru is the reason it hits in the first place. chaos and control and the algorithm's (and each other's) favorite obsession.

where the brats at !!!

interact here for taglist (minors and ageless blogs i will block you so fast)

content: smut, angst, fluff, smau (in some ways) /// drug + alcohol use / unhealthy dynamics (codependency, possessiveness, jealousy) / toxic industry culture / drug + alcohol use / fame spiral /// each chapter will have its own warnings

full masterlist

#suguru geto #crimson's recs 💌

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back to friends pairing: gojo x f!reader x sukuna

content: mdni, angst, light smut, au where Sukuna is a sorcerer and Geto never defected, reader is also a sorcerer, emotional hurt, no comfort, heartbreak, ghosting, breakups (sorta), jealousy, yearning, pining

you hadn't spoken to your boyfriend in eight weeks.

he was busy. you were busy. curses and missions and meetings and a million other items shoved into your plate the few seconds you had any spare time.

he'd send texts. videos. pictures of him out with the students or in some city four hours away.

or maybe you'd catch a glimpse of him through a window, but by the time you walked outside, he'd be gone again.

you wondered if that's what this was.

another apparition.

watching him from across the party, a last-minute thing Shoko put together and convinced you to come to, studying the lines of his face while Suguru murmured something to him.

but then he laughed, loud and obnoxious and exactly the same as the one you fell for back in school, when he'd scribble on your papers and carry your books for you. and you knew it was real.

breath hitching, heart stopping, palms sweaty, trying to think of the words to say to someone whose bed you already slept in, but nothing felt sufficient.

he noticed you - but you guessed he probably had known the whole time you were there, and he pulled up his blindfold just enough to wink at you, a sleazy smirk on his face while he waved.

he didn't come over though.

you doubted it was because he didn't have the words, no he always had too many of those. just hadn't saved any for you tonight.

not being his first priority was something you accepted as natural. nothing to be offended by. just how the world worked.

but for the first time?

you realized maybe you weren't on his list of priorities at all.

you didn't break up with him.

but you were starting to think you'd never been dating to begin with.

that you hit your head or misread the signs or was just the kind of idiot to believe a man when he said he was in love with you.

your relationship withered without you watering it. only texting about missions. only about students.

no more good morning. no more wish you were here.

no more of the need he came with, the hunger and starvation that had settled into your heart and demanded to be fed.

it died a quiet death. with only you to mourn it.

a month passed. then two.

you saw him again standing outside your favorite bakery, paper bag in hand. exchanged a few short sentences where you pretended his casual smile didn't fucking sting before you made up a story about picking up something for Nanami and shutting down his attempts to come with you.

he tried calling you that night.

you wondered what he thought when you didn't pick up. if he'd just find someone new to warm his bed. the kind of girl who wouldn't mind when he wouldn't be there in the morning.

behind the blindfold, Satoru sized you up from across the meeting, reclining so far back in his seat you sorta hope the chair legs snap while Yaga passed on messages from the higher ups.

you pretended not to notice him.

the meeting was about him, well mostly. hinting at clan politics and heirs and arranged marriages.

none of it had anything to do with you anymore.

his foot nudged yours under the table, trying to catch your attention, but you'd perfected the art of acting like he didn't exist.

next to you, Sukuna leaned down, whispering something filthy and flirty in your ear that you used to ignore, and maybe it was because Satoru was sitting in the same room as you for the first time in weeks, but you giggled when you glanced up at his pink-haired rival. let your hand graze against his on top of the table.

actually able to touch him without being met by distance and detachment.

the energy in the room shifted, but for once in his life, Satoru kept his mouth shut.

you fucked Sukuna a few days later.

let him buy you drinks and take you back to his place. bend you over and split you open in all those nasty positions Satoru liked. let him leave hickies in obvious places and spill his cum over your stomach. let him pin you against the shower wall after he washed it off and fuck you again.

moaned his name instead of the one in your mind.

cheek squished on his warm chest while he played with the ends of your hair, murmuring something about another round like you wouldn't be wearing the proof of the last three for weeks.

tried to convince yourself you didn't care if Satoru was doing the same to another girl somewhere.

the image of him wouldn't leave though, folding her in half and whining about how fucking tight she was or some stupid shit like that. babbling that she was so much better than you.

your heart was an open wound you couldn't stitch up.

because maybe if you were better, smarter or prettier or funnier, wouldn't he have tried harder to keep you?

a/n: just a little angsty drabble lol kinda hate it >.< was debating over making a full one shot but idkkk

#satoru gojo #jjk x reader #sukuna ryomen #crimson's recs 💌

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JESUS, WHATS A GIRL TO DO?

THIS BOY DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN "THEIR", "THERE", AND "THEY ARE"

contents: smut, fluff, cursing, suggestive, college/modern AU (I will add to this as the series continues)

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Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

Jujutsu Tech Universities #1 track star falls in love with...his coaches daughter? Let's see if sukuna's "forbidden" romance can get him kicked from the team faster than getting that full ride scholarship.

Skaterboy!Ino Takuma

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

Ino sees a cute girl at the skate park and decides to shoot his shot. Asking for your number turned to setting up weekly skate board practices with him because, god, you suck.

Tennis Player!Kento Nanami

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Nanami, the quiet and reserved college kid who had a terrible haircut and a small group of friends (who he didn't necessarily like), seemed to be crushing on some girl he always sees at his local coffee shop, you. Turns out you go to his school, and you also have an interest in tennis, in which Nanami offers to teach you.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo

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Choso never saw it coming...literally. one second, the rink was clear and the next? Hockey gear scattered, ice burning against his cheek, and you—the pretty figure skater, right there, tangled up in the aftermath. He doesnt know how this happened, still half stunned when he blinks up at you. Gosh, you were so beautiful, was he dreaming?

Soccer Player!Satoru Gojo

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After Satoru's soccer team manager retired, he got replaced with you. And Satoru thinks your really, really pretty. Through his unfailing charm and good looks, Satoru plans to make you fall for him harder than he already fell for you.

Swimmer!Suguru Geto

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

You met Suguru when you almost drowned on the 5ft end of the pool. Embarrassing, I know. You swore back and forth to him that you could swim, to which he only halfway believed. But, you were cute and he enjoyed teasing you—much to your dismay—so suguru decided he wanted to keep you around. Though he never planned on falling in love with you.

Boxer!Toji Fushiguro

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Toji Fushiguro, the most feared and respected boxer in the nation, absolutely, positively, did not do love. Or relationships. or anything for that matter. Until he met you, that is. The cute little ball of attitude (from his perspective) who had no clue who the, Toji Fushiguro was. How dare you. I mean, it's not your fault you don't watch boxing, but how dare you not worship at his feet. Turns out Toji was the one who ended up worshiping you...

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Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna hated you. He hated you with a passion. Scratch that, Sukuna despised you.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna hated your snarky comments towards him and your feigning innocence when coach came around. He hated the way coach would use your "talent" as an "example" to the rest of the team like you were some pro athlete who's ability should be a standard.

He hated the way you'd tilt your head up in pride when you'd finish a 100 meter sprint in 11.64 seconds (which was only .4 seconds faster than him), walking past him silently with a face that said, "try and beat that," and he hated coaches bias comments about how great you were just because you were his daughter.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna loved track and field, he truly did. He strived to be the best not only because it boosted his ego, but also because he needed to get that full ride scholarship if he wanted to get into college. It was his only chance at going pro and he was not going to give that up.

But as of late, his hatred toward you and his determination to beat you blurred that love for the sport. He just wanted to win. Against you.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who wanted to throw himself across the field when coach told him he had to be partnered with you for "training".

"Scouts are going to be at this weeks meet and we need you to be at peak performance. Especially if you want that scholarship," coach says, raising a knowing eyebrow toward Sukuna.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Sukuna grumbles, dragging his feet as he makes his way over to you. He rolled his eyes at the way you tied up your spikes all confidently and the way you started stretching like you knew exactly what you were doing. God, he wanted to puke.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who grumbled and groaned and complained the entire time you tried talking to him. He hated every idea you threw at him, and rolled his eyes every time you so much as blinked at him. No, he didnt want to jog a couple warm up laps, no he didnt want to stretch (with you), and no, he absolutely didn't want to talk about what he needed to improve on.

Sukuna was the best, he didn't need to improve on anything. It's literally just running.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who's baffled when you say

"You sure? Because you run like you're trying to prove something instead of just running," you say while swinging your arms.

"Also, your stride is a bit sloppy...I think we could work on that?" You suggest and Sukuna is caught off guard for a moment.

You didnt sound like you were teasing. You seemed to actually be pointing out a flaw and Sukuna didn't like that. He didnt need improvement. But the nagging feeling telling him you were right itched at the back of his mind.

"Tch. My stride isn't sloppy." He grumbles, crossing his arms, his stubbornness evident.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who considers that maybe you were right. Maybe he did need to work on some stuff, but he doesn't want your help. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have a choice. So, Sukuna swallows down his pride—only some—and gives in.

"What would you...suggest..." He's obviously not use to asking for help.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who already saw improvement from your training. You had him practicing high knees, side steps, and calf hops, and Sukuna could already see progress.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna didn't want you to get the wrong idea though. just because you were helping him did not mean you two were friends. Far from it, actually. With your advice, it gives sukuna an opportunity to get better than you, which was his ultimate goal.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna goes home with a strange warmth pooling in his stomach—one he refuses to name. He didn't recognize this feeling, the warmness he felt. The amount of attention and care you were putting into his training really caught him off guard.

You were being...sweet? The way your soft hands felt against his shoulder when he did a good job at something, or the way your eyes would light up when you saw his improvement.

The entire time during practice he kept telling himself that he still hated you, that this was just for a couple more months until you guys graduate and he never has to see you again. That he was just using you for his benefit so then he could be the best.

But why did his stomach turn every time you praised him? Every time you looked at him, he felt a tightness in the back of his throat—not like he was about to vomit—it was different.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna recalls all the past times you both interacted, his memory shifting perspectives of you. You were kind. Encouraging. And somehow, all of that made him feel worse. You never had an ounce of pride in your bones, always so humble.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna wonders if it ever really was hate. Or maybe he had been lying to himself all along. I mean, hes never had a conversation with you, only exchanges due to forced proximity, coaches orders. Hes never recalled a time where he ever not hated you.

It seemed like the moment he met you, he despised you without a reason, but now that he actually talked to you, he found himself burning for more.

But, It wasn’t admiration. It wasn’t anything. It was just training. That’s all. Or that's what he was telling himself.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna got a taste of your sweetness—and now he’s addicted.

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A/n: hello hello hello I'm freaking out anyway I hope you like it skaterboy!ino is coming out next love you guys bye

Oh also sukuna and reader are seniors in high school now, but they will be graduated and in college before the smutty stuff happenss 😌↕️

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