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“Hmf.” Another huff left you as you wiped down the table. A scowl on your face as you aggressively wiped the surface.

Toji side eyed you from the living room. You’d been pissed off all day, and for the life of him he couldn’t find out why.

Usually, he wouldn’t care, but you’d been huffing and puffing all day. It was starting to get on his nerves.

However, he ignored it. Just sipped his beer and watched the show on the tv.

However, then it escalated from huffing and puffing and now you were aggressively washing dishes. Making sure it was just loud enough to piss him.

But he stayed quiet. Although every 39 seconds his eyes would snap towards you, watching you angrily dried a bowl and put it up.

With a sigh, he finally got off the couch and made his way towards you, wrapping one muscular arm loosely around your neck from behind and pulling you into his chest. Pressing a kiss to your temple, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You glared at the wall, regardless of your angry disposition, your heart fluttered at the feeling of him pulling you close.

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve been acting pissy all day.” Toji rose a brow, his forearm tightening around you slightly.

“I was not pissy-!” You turned your head so fast, you hated that fucking word. But now, his nose was next to yours and you could feel his breath fan your lips. You swallowed nervously before speaking up again, this time softer, “I was not… that.”

“Just tell me what’s wrong, you know I’m not good at this.” It was his turn to sigh.

“We were s’posed to have dinner last night… and instead you forgot and went out to the fucking bar.” And your resolve steeled once more, glare back on your expression as you looked back. “And you didn’t even remember about the dinner…last night or today.”

“What’s today’s date?”

“The 15th?”

“And what’s tomorrow?”

“The 17t- oh…”

You’d gotten the dates mixed up. You’d fully believed that yesterday was supposed to be date night. Now your cheeks were burning with embarrassment, lips parted in shock at yourself.

Toji smirked, chuckling before wrapping both arms around you. “All mad for nothin’.” He grinned against your cheek before pressing a kiss.

“Shut up.” You groaned, looking away.

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Reading my own fanfiction is basically just a rollercoaster of emotional whiplash.

20% of the time: “Hold on. I wrote this? This is fire. This is emotionally devastating in the best way. This scene is dripping with tension. I’m a literary perfectionist. Someone give me a book deal.”

80% of the time: “Straight to jail. Immediate prison. Why is everyone’s breath hitching?. I used the word ‘gaze’ three times in one paragraph like I was possessed. Did I think 'his eyes darkened' was profound? Why is everyone clenching their jaws? Why is someone whispering 'their name like a prayer' again?? No one talks like this. What is this dialogue. Why are there so many weird metaphors and em-dashes…”

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I’ve been on the twilight kick and have been craving some good and long fics but every single time it’s always bs like step-sibling, sibling, or even cousin and shit like that.

Which is fine.

Until it is legit just lazy. Like I understand it being hard to create a character and make it accurate to the lore or wtv. But building a character with a massive crutch and making it a sibling— a trope that is massively over used and I am so sick of— is just lame.

I IMPLORE anyone making a new fic to try and really be creative and don’t just make a copy w no backstory of a character and then slap it in a story like it makes sense.

Better yet, if you don’t want to make a character, just do an x reader fic. It’s easy. You don’t have to do anything rlly with it, don’t have to describe appearance or anything like that because you are portraying a reader in a way that allows said reader to imagine themselves in the fic.

And im not shitting on everyone and anyone with a sister/brother/relative/adopted trope.

It is just so over used and over worked.

There are so many different tropes people can use.

Anyway. Rant over. Remember creativity is an amazing tool and one that writers and people in general need to work on.

I know that I def need to work on it. I’m not exempt from this rant— I def have issues id like to fix with my writing and my creativity.

But if you have any good twilight fics (more to do w the pack and not the vampires—) where the mc isn’t either pathetic and insanely fragile or Bella swans sibling would be amazing.

I’ve just decided to write my own atp

(How do I add a video I forgot help me pls)

Every time I see a twilight or tvd long x reader fic I get excited and then the name is like

" the other Swan"

" the forgotten Gilbert"

" the secret Mikaelson"

take your ass back to Wattpad because that shit is LAZY.

No adoption mentioned either, which could create such a nice explanation and allow us POC readers to feel like we're not immediately excluded.

And the lack of racial/ethnic diversity, where is your imagination? You could literally craft an entire plot about how your mc has come to be involved with these characters and that's what you go with?

And the mc doesn't have to somehow be more powerful than every other powerful character like, they can just be strong and powerful enough to hold their own y'know?

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Why when im scrolling through a tag i flashed by cho0chie 😦?

All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me???

But why did my stuff get flagged but bots thats are showing naked people still up 🤔

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Too perfect. p2

A/n: #willberewritten #donthatemeimhighasf

<part one

Your legs couldn’t carry you fast enough. Especially not from the prying eyes— gosh they followed you everywhere.

Tears couldn’t stop running down your cheeks, your mascara was running and you could hardly see where you were running.

Your mind was racing, alongside your heart and that constant burn in your throat wouldn’t stop— hell you just started crying harder when even one of the professors tried to approach you but you just side stepped them and kept running.

Fucking college hallways. Always a maze.

Rounding a corner, you bumped into the wall so hard it sent you flying back on your ass—

Wait. That wasn’t the ground that you fell on, you didn’t even fall. And it definitely wasn’t a wall you hit.

Blinking through the tears, little sniffles and occasional whimpers slipping past your lips, you slowly looked up at who you bumped into.

And there he was.

Tall, muscular in the way that you wanted nothing more than to have his biceps squeeze your face, and a look in his eye that had your knees weak.

“I’m so sorry—“

“Watch where you’re going.” Sukuna scoffed, glaring down at you, but not moving. “Why the hell are you crying anyway?”

“I-I—“ Remembering why you were running in the first place had the water works starting all over again. “Oh god,” tears fell down your face, looking pathetic as mascara ran down your pretty cheeks like a fucking river.

Sukuna’s jaw clenched, and he let out a sharp sigh through his nose, looking around as if he was about to do something illegal.

A strong arm wrapped around you, followed by another, and you were squished against his chest. Your face was buried in his pecs, hands stuffed between your chest and his abs, grabbing at his shirt.

And that moment— well it was illegal. Or rather, felt illegal. Because feeling so comfortable, so safe, in a strangers arms, rather, a stranger like Sukuna Ryomen— was something dangerous.

That moment changed a lot of things. Because after that moment, after you looked up from where you had your face hidden in his chest and your eyes met his, something definitely happened.

Because he walked you to your dorm that night. You exchanged numbers, and he told you,

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you around, crybaby.”

Of course, you didn’t really get that much sleep. Both torn up about the fact that the man you thought you were in love with basically ripped out your heart and pissed on it, but because a new connection formed, one that you weren’t sure about.

But it was a connection that had you crying, squealing, and kicking your feet too.

“—hello?! Girl. Are you even listening to me?” A friend of yours snapped her fingers in front of you, forcing you to blink out of your daze.

“Hm? Oh, sorry— I just zoned out.” You smiled awkwardly, tilting your head with a little laugh when she rolled her eyes but smiled at you fondly.

“It’s fine. But girl, he’s been staring at you for five minutes! I swear to god he hasn’t blinked!”

“Who?” Looking where she had pointed, your eyes immediately locked with his.

Narrow, red, and painfully sexy. You squirmed in your seat and looked down, cheeks burning a bit more as you pushed around the carrots you’d gotten for break. “Oh.”

And even as you peaked back up, they caught onto his again— and they held you there. His eyes were like something fierce.

“He wants that cookie.” Your friend grinned, laughing when your eyes widened and you had to break the eye contact with Sukuna.

“Stop it! No he does not. It’s been 9 days and he hasn’t even texted me.” You sighed, before biting into a carrot.

“So you counted the days?! Oh my god. Oh my god. So this is a sign then.” She slapped the carrot out of your hand and leaned forward. “I’m tired of seeing you mope around because of some fucking dork that took your presence for granted. That little fuck had heaven in his arms with you, and he gave it away.”

Your lips pressed together in a tight line and your jaw clenched as she called out your ‘moping.’ She wasn’t wrong after all.

“So, that means you’re going to the party with me tonight.” She leaned away with a smile when you snapped your neck to look at her.

“What? No. Nono. I know what happens at those parties! You guys do like— drinking and stuff.” You her off, but she just caught your hand.

“Look me in the eye and then read my lips— I don’t give a fuck. You will be drinking with us! It’s your hot girl summer and baby you are a tall glass of water that every guy in here wants to drink.”

“Ew don’t say it like that.” Your nose scrunched.

“Mm whatever, im picking your clothes. I’m also picking your alcohol.” She smiled in victory when you just sighed and rolled your eyes. “Good.”

She stopped by your dorm that night. Scheming and planning like the little minx she was— walking in with a black dress that would hardly cover your ass. Two little thin spaghetti straps holding it to the hanger. And a pair of black heels with the red coating the underneath in her other hand. “Time for me to work my magic.”

By the time she was done— you looked like something out of a Playboy magazine. The dress fit you like a glove and the heels made your legs look even better, hell you even liked feeling taller.

The dress, the heels, the makeup. It all gave you a new feeling of confidence, one you’d been needing.

Walking into that party, your friend looking just as good, you felt good. Fuck— you felt great. Especially when you started throwing back shots.

That liquid courage hit you like a fucking brick. The party was massive, people filled the two story house, filled the pool, filled the front and back yard. Kegs everywhere and the second floor smelled like a certain fragrant plant, music so loud that the walls shook. It was proof that when the rich guys came together to throw a rager— it was a rager for sure.

“1… 2… 3… go!” Tilting your head back, you swallowed the violent burn of vodka as it poured down your throat.

“Fuck.” Swallowing repeatedly, your hand went to your chest. You felt dizzy. You were drunk. Fuck you could feel it, the way you stumbled, the way you felt, but you couldn’t stop.

Besides. Why would you want too? Especially when you feel a warmth against your back that had your breath catching.

Glancing to the side, you were met with a tatted bicep, two thick black out bands went around both of his biceps, a thick black band went around his wrist as well.

And oh god.

You wanted to bite on them.

His hand gripped the table, his other one followed as he had you pinned to the table.

And usually this would be really creepy.

But with the way you could feel his abs against your back and the natural bulge in his pants against you, you wanted to literally eat the man behind you.

Maybe it was the vodka talking.

“And just what are we celebrating? That’s your fourth shot, crybaby.” His voice, oh his voice.

“Just- uh- oh my.” It was hard to talk, your breath caught in your throat and you could hardly breathe. He smelled really good too.

Sukuna couldn’t help but grin, knowing he had this effect on you. Because you had him in just as much of a chokehold.

“Why don’t you do one with me?” His nose just barely brushed against your shoulder, just for his lips to press in a soft kiss under your ear.

Slowly, you nodded, “yeah ok,” reaching forward, you poured two more shots. Before turning slowly, now facing him, back pressed against the table, his hands bracketing your hips. “Didn’t take you for a vodka man…” you spoke softly, the music loud but Sukuna still heard you.

“Im full of surprises.” His voice was deep and rough, and it had little shocks shooting down your spine.

Sukuna took one of the shot glasses, before raising his glass a bit, “salud.” Before downing it, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time.

And holy fuck.

You wanted this man’s baby’s.

Swallowing down the vodka, you sat down the glass.

The tension was so thick you swear to god if it wasn’t for the fact that so many people were around y’all you’d jump him.

“So… you uh— come here often?”

Sukuna had to fight off the brief smirk that tried to rise. “You’re cute.”

“Think so?” You smiled, head tilting as you reached forward, lightly, just barely, tugged it forward.

It was his turn to will himself not to take you right there. His jaw clenched and he inhaled sharply. “Yeah. Cute. Among other things.”

“Other things?” You quirked a brow.

“Other things,” his hands moved from the table behind you, to rest on your hips instead, pulling you close. “I could show you…”

“Show me?” With how close your faces were, he could even feel the heat coming off your face to his.

“Yeah. Show you.” He leaned forward a little bit more, his lips just barely brushing over yours before pulling you away.

“I’m gonna regret this.” You murmured, before letting him lead you to up a spare room upstairs.

And the moment he got you in that bedroom, his hands were everywhere, mouth glued to yours. You were no better, practically ripping his shirt off.

After that, it was pretty fuzzy. And as much as you want to remember, you can’t. But you could fill in the dots.

Seeing as your whole body felt like you fought fifteen groan men and lost everytime— and for the fact that a very naked, very sexy, and equally as marked up Sukuna lay beside you.

God he slept like a fucking corpse. One hand under his head and the other on his stomach. Barely moving except for breathing.

Huh. Usually people were supposed to cuddle, right? Have cute moments and after care.

Did he even—

You looked under the blankets, and noticed that you had cum on your thighs, stomach and down bellow. Your nose scrunched in disgust, “oh god.”

Immediately, you hobbled out of bed and immediately got to wiping yourself down as best as you could, seeing as you weren’t at your dorm right now and couldn’t shower.

Staring in the mirror, you looked rough. Really rough. Ugly hickies and bite marks littered your neck, waist, tits and thighs. “Did he try to eat me? What the fuck?” You mumbled to yourself.

Usually you thought bite marks were sexy.

You just felt gross. And the hangover didn’t help.

Slipping back on the dress, heels in hand, you just walked out of the bedroom. Left the house filled to the brim with hungover and passed out people.

The walk to the dorm didn’t take long. It was kind of nice to take in the fresh early morning air. And the moment you got back to your dorm, you made a B-line for the shower.

Clean, scrubbed head to toe and the entire everything shower complete, you slipped on an oversized hoodie and granny panties that almost went to your belly button, you slipped into bed and crashed.

You didn’t text Sukuna back when he texted you a rough version of good morning and asked where you were.

Hell, you tried to avoid him in class too. You didn’t feel good with him, even if he wasn’t hot and the sex was good. Afterwards the alcohol left and you weren’t squirting buckets, the post nut clarity hit you hard. You felt dirty.

Mainly because, and deep down you know, you were still in love with him.

That bastard.

He was miserable. Utterly fucking lost with you. After you left him stranded in the hallway, an unbearable and deepening pit forming in his heart as he watched you run off.

Satoru Gojo was a pitiful man with you. He needed you. He loved you. He loves you.

And knowing that he fucked up any chance with you, was hell. And not talking with you for nine days, hell you didn’t even look at him in the hallways! It was all hell. He’d know. He’d already experienced heaven, and that was when he had you.

So looking at you now? And you were actually looking at him? He felt like he was going to fucking combust.

Why was he looking at you like that? It had your heart thudding like nothing Sukuna had you feeling.

You hated that you still loved him, still felt everything towards him. And that made it all the harder to look away from him.

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@penne--pasta

I love you

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Gojo Satoru masterlist two

🌶️- spicy 🌸- fluffy 💔- angst ☀️- funny/crack 💔🌸 - hurt/comfort 💔🥀- hurt/no comfort

Ongoing masterlist

Party foul. 🌶️

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Satoru Gojo MASTERLIST ONE Starts from newest to oldest 🌶️- spicy 🌸- fluffy 💔- angst ☀️- funny/crack | 💔🌸 - hurt/comfort 💔🥀- hurt/no comfort

Buzzcut🌶️ Too perfect. 💔🥀 Why are you so clingy?💔🥀 Why are you so clingy? p.2💔☀️ Why are you so clingy? p.3💔🌸Why are you so clingy? P.4🌸🌶️ "Why won't you marry me?!"💔🌸 Jealousy🌶️ Morning sex🌶️🌸 Let me pamper you🌸 Drunk sex 🌶️ Pheromone perfume 🌶️ Outrageous positions🌶️ Plotting🌶️🌸 They go low, you go lower☀️ You have an RBF☀️ He threw it all away💔 Your insecure💔🌶️ Backshots and missionaries 🌶️ Useless💔 Single? Finally.💔🌸 Freaky in the club.🌶️ Long missions🌶️🌸 Big ass n beach sex🌶️ Secret gym visits💔🌸 Dating Hc's🌸🌶️ He drops you on accident🌸☀️ "We're breaking up" , "Wrong." 💔🌸 Secret super sex drive🌶️

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Party foul.

Basketball Captain!Gojo x chubby!reader x Quarterback!Sukuna

—In which you go to a party and try to out drink your friend, and only end up drunk. Just to end up in Sukuna's lap and Gojo getting jealous.

A/n: this is just a self indulgence tension fic, lmk if i should make this a thing, this is not edited either and im hungover asf

Shot after shot, you were motivated to keep up with your friend. Only thing is, you were a light weight. You could not hold you alcohol for shit.

Which leaves you here, drunk, knowing that you’re drunk, but not being to stay up right or say what you want to say. It’s a crazy experience being drunk for the first time.

Especially, at a massive party that’s supposed to celebrate the win Sukuna’s team just scored.

Sukuna, who, always picked on you for being chubby, and who always made you cry in high school.

Your relationship with the guy was not good. He was your bully. He was big, mean, and apparently delighted in seeing your tears run down your pretty little face.

“Why is she so drunk? We left her here for like- 15 minutes.” Gojo blinked, staring at you in bewilderment as you just kinda looked at him, eyes glossy.

“At least she’s a quiet drunk.” Suguru shrugged, hands in his pockets.

“Hey, I’m not drunk.” You shook your head, voice soft as the world span a little.

“Oh baby, you are so drunk.” Gojo grinned, but when you wobbled he wrapped an arm around your waist, letting you lean back against him.

“I think ‘m drunk…” another mutter, then a fucking hiccup.

“Mm, what did we learn? Do not try to win a drinking game against a seasoned alcoholic.” Gojo poked your soft cheeks, making you look up at him.

“Have you- have- You have really pretty eyes,” You murmured, eyes blinking slowly as you stared up into his.

Gojo could not be smiling literally any wider. “Oh yeah?”

“They remind me, of, a Llama.” You mumbled.

Suguru snorted, and had to stifle laughs as Gojo’s jaw dropped, “a llama? A fucking llama?” Gojo mumbled, before looking at Suguru, “what the fuck does a llama even look like?”

“Just take the compliment. Usually she can’t stand you.” Shoko piped up, a lazy grin spreading against her lips as she looked over you and Gojo.

Your eyes, however, slowly fell over to across the room. Where he sat. Leaned back against the couch, thighs spread and the shirt he wore did little to hide his muscular torso.

His eyes met yours. It was the kind of eye contact that had your knees weak— well, weaker than they already were. And you just felt this need to go and be near him.

“I’m gon-gonna go and do something.” Your words were slurred and as you took a step away, you were wobbly.

But eventually, you made it through the crowd and was stood right in front of Sukuna now. He was utterly intimidating, but you could feel his warmth from here and you craved it.

Sukuna rose a brow as he looked at you, eyes tracing your figure appreciatively. Even if he bullied you for being chubby, he damn sure liked what he saw.

“…’m gonna sit down now.” You murmured before simply crawling into his lap, parking your ass right on lap, your thighs overlapping one of his and your head rested back over his shoulder.

Sukuna was still for a moment, before wrapping his arms tight around your waist. A deep groan leaving him as he buried his face in your neck, “you smell good.”

“I’m glad your face thinks so.” Oh bless it, your words were slurred, cheeks were a light red, eyes lidded and glossy. You were completely relaxed against Sukuna, until you lifted your hand and gently traced his jaw.

Sukuna had trouble keeping a straight face after that compliment. An almost imperceivable smirk spreading on his lips.

“Are you gonna be nicer to me in class?” Your eyes followed your fingers as they traced the sharp angles of his jawline, then down to his Adam’s apple, which was quick to bob as he swallowed at your whispered words.

“We’ll see.” Sukuna looked down at you for a moment, before feeling a glare on him. Looking up, he immediately locked eyes with a furious pair of blue eyes.

“Your blue eyed freak friend is glaring at me.” Sukuna spoke again, his grip tightening around you almost possessively.

Gojo was furious. Furious because he was watching Sukuna hold you close, on his lap. Furious because he let you go thinking you had to pee, but just ended up on Sukuna’s lap. Furious because he wanted you in his lap, not Sukuna’s.

“I’m gonna say something.” Gojo sat his drink down, jaw clenched tight.

“Nooo, no no. Bad idea. You are captain of the basketball team let’s remember. And if you do something embarrassing it’s gonna embarras the whole team.” Suguru shrugged off the lady he was flirting with to try and get Gojo to think properly.

“I don’t give a shit.” Gojo was already brushing past Suguru and making his way through the crowd to get to you.

Your eyes met Gojo’s eyes as he got closer. “He looks mad.” You whispered to Sukuna, who just nodded.

“I think he’s jealous.” Sukuna grinned, one of his hands sliding down to your thighs. His thumb resting on your inner thigh.

“Why?”

“Because you’rere on my lap and not his.” Sukuna was the devil on your shoulder, whispering into your ear, making your drunk brain spin.

Hearing your name come from Gojo’s mouth, you turned your attention to him. He was standing right in front of you, “hey come on, it’s time to go.” Gojo tried not to sound jealous, or as possessive as he was feeling but it was hard.

“Oh…ok,” you nodded slowly, before moving to slide out of Sukuna’s lap, but with his grab around your waist it was a bit impossible.

“Let her go.” Gojo demanded, glaring daggers at Sukuna.

“Why? We were so comfortable here.” All smug and confident, Sukuna tilted his head, just to press a lingering kiss to your neck.

“Because we have to. Get your hands off her before I make you.” Gojo snapped, and managed to pull you from Sukuna’s arms.

“You can take her, but she knows her way back home.” Sukuna just leaned back, all confident as he patted his lap.

Gojo just shot him a glare before just picking you up and going outside.

“Where are we going?” You murmured, face buried in his neck, lips and breath soft against his skin.

“I’m taking you home. I’m gonna pamper you. And you’re gonna wake up, and only remember me.” Gojo huffed, holding you close as he walked to his car.

“Ok…” you trailed off, feeling dizzy from his big strides. You simply closed her eyes, and let yourself doze off.

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Buzz cut.

—In which Gojo has you buzz his head

Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

A/n: saw this in a video on pornhub and thought it was hot. But I’m also slowly getting more crossfaded, so I could just be fucking stupid. Lmk.

“Are you serious?” You looked at him, brows furrowed, arms crossed under your tits.

“Yes. PLEASEEEE, I’m not cool anymore. All the kids got a buzz.” Gojo whined, pulling you close by your hips, his long legs bracketing your thighs.

“Baby, you’re pushing 30. You don’t need to be cool.” Tilting your head, you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it enough so his head tilted back. “Plus…if you buzz it, I won’t have anything to hold onto.”

Gojo stared at you for a long while, gears turning in his head, before finally he spoke up, “I had a 12 year old. 12. Year. Old. Call me old and balding because my hairs white and you can’t see the hairline.” Gojo deadpanned.

You had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, however you couldn’t help but snort at the thought.

“See! Stop laughing at me damn it!” Gojo groaned.

“Fine! Fine, fine. Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes with a huff.

Which left you here. Sitting on his lap as you slowly buzzed off his hair. You made sure it wasn’t too short, god forbid you made the man bald.

And the entire time, this mother fucker was staring into your SOUL.

By the time you were done, Gojo had hardly blinked.

“Okay. Done.” Turning off the shaver thing, you set it aside. Before running your hand over his head, nails pushing through the shorter hair.

And the shiver that went down his spine— one might think he was having a fucking seizure.

“O-oh fuck—“ he groaned, hands tightening on your hips, his cock throbbing at the feeling.

It was a different kind of feeling. But one that had him rearin and ready to go.

You could only blink, “what the fuck just happened?”

“Do it again. Fuck do it again, please.” Gojo demanded, eyes heavy and lidded as he pressed kisses up your jaw. And when you moved your hands over his buzz again, he was pressing up into you, grinding you down against his rapidly forming erection. “Fuck yes—“ he moaned against your skin, “They were so right about this.”

“Wha- YOU! I shaved your head for this? You freaky fu- Mm!” The feeling of his large hands squeezing the fat of your ass, just to drag your panty-clothed cunt over his boner?

“So worth it- so fucking worth it,” he was a panting mess, all needy as a wet patch formed on his boxers. A mix of his precum and your arousal that was easily pooling in and through your panties.

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Too perfect.

—in which, Gojo doesn’t want people to know you’re dating him because it’ll fuck up his rep.

A/n: I've been absent for a while, but I think I'll have a few more works coming up soon. Remember to hit up the inbox and request- literally any prompt or any idea, because my brain juice is empty. Dw tho, bc my friend bought shrooms.

part two>>

Gojo Satoru is 50% nerd and 50% dork. All wrapped up in pale, lanky guy that’s way too tall for his own good.

He wasn’t popular in the normal popular sense. No he was popular among the group of dorks he hung out with.

The kind of guys that were perpetually virgins. The kind of guys that make fun of regular popular kids, taking everyone at face value and assuming they have no problems of their own.

You were one of those popular girls. You weren’t mean. You weren’t loud and obnoxious. No, you were kind and sweet and so pretty it hurt to be around you.

You were the kind of person that had all kinds of friends. You didn’t stick with just one group. You were friends with the sports kids, the theatre kids, the band kids, the fucking chess club, hell you even befriended the goth kids that think popularity is just another form of conformism.

Everybody loved you.

And Gojo was not an exception.

From the moment he saw you walk in late to the first fucking lecture of the semester. All pretty in simple fitted longsleeve and a simple pleated skirt that went mid thigh, a jacket only zipped barely halfway keeping you warm.

“I’m so sorry!” You’d apologize to the professor, who just rolled his eyes and waved you off because it was too early and he was only a few years older than you.

(Live laugh love young professors who dgaf)

And the entire time, his eyes never left you. Gojo was sat in the back, his weird little buddies on either side of him. His glasses pushed too far up, hard messy and his sweat shirt sat awkwardly on his body.

It was like he physically couldn’t look away. Not from the way you’d laugh awkwardly and sit down at a random spot. Regardless of who was next to you, you’d say hi and talk with the neighbor.

You two couldn’t be more different.

Which made the current situation, even weirder.

“Oh fuck,” Gojo mumbled against your lips, hands pawing at your hips, large and squeezing as they slid down to your ass.

One hand cupping his jaw, the other pressed against his chest, nails digging in each time he’d grunt into the kiss.

What was supposed to be a study session, ended up with you on his lap, thighs bracketing his hips and his lips swollen from how he was kissing you.

“We- we should be s-studying—“ Gojo would pant and moan lowly each time your hips grinded against the tent he’d pitched in his pants.

“We’ve been studying, let’s take a break.” You’d murmur against his jaw, pressing kisses down to his shoulder before biting down teasingly.

It started there. And after that night, it only snowballed into a secret relationship.

You were both absolutely head over heels for each other. The first month or so, was perfect. Absolutely amazing.

Sneaking around was fun, and it gave you both an adrenaline rush— you’d kiss when nobody was looking, sneakily hold hands, run off to go hook up in some single bathroom, or hell you’d even snuck him into your dorm more times than you could count.

But it got old.

It got old quick.

“Baby, do we really have to do this whole sneaking around thing?” You whined, slipping back on your clothes.

“Yes.” Gojo didn’t waste a second to answer, his answer firm and sure.

His quick answer hard your heart aching. At first, you’d thought he’d wanted to keep it secret for you, but no.

“Come on, you’ve gotta leave before anyone sees you.” Gojo was hurrying you out the door, but the moment he’d had you out in the hallway, one of his buddies was standing right beside the door.

Blinking slow, surprised to see one of the most popular girls leaving his friends room wasn’t what he was expecting. “Gojo?”

Gojo stared down at him, like he got caught red handed. “Uhh— I was tutoring her.”

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, I’m—“ you went to shake the guys hand but he just gave you a disgusted glare that had you blinking in surprise.

“Dude why are you even tutoring her? Isn’t it just a waste of time? Not like she’ll even retain any of it.”

Oh. That was really mean. You looked back up at Gojo, expecting him to back you up, but all he did was push you further out into the hallway.

“Yeah, probably was a waste of time.” Gojo was quick to agree with his buddy.

“…” You just stood there for a long moment. “I thought… that you liked me?” You whispered, looking at the ground and sounding so hurt and fragile it had the air knocked out of Gojo’s lungs.

“What are you babbling about? Go do your make up or some shit and get outta our flat.” The guy was waving you off and walking into Gojo’s dorm.

That was the final straw, because the dam broke and tears started to flow. You tried to speak but all that came out was a pathetic little squeak. Your throat tightened and burned, and you were embarrassed. So fucking embarrassed.

Quickly, you turned on your heel and walked down that hallway as fast as you possibly could without breaking into a sprint.

Gojo just watched. He watched with his heart in stomach as you ran off. Running a hand over his face, he groaned. He fucked up— so bad. Knowing he’d hurt you like that made him sick.

But with his friend in his dorm, he just sighed and walked back inside, hoping that his buddy couldn’t smell your perfume still on his sheets.

That night, you went back to your dorm. And cried. Cried so fucking hard that when your roommate got home she thought your dog died.

You cried. And cried. And cried. All night, and stayed cuddled up with your best friend.

And then the day after that, was silence.

Rubbing his eyes, still groggy from the literal three hours he got from sleep, Gojo sat down in his seat. His eyes automatically landing on the back of your head.

He’d tried calling you, maybe 80+ times, sent god knows how many texts. And every single one of them got left on delivered. No call was answered, and hell— he even sent an email just in case.

But all he got was radio silence.

And the entirety of the lecture, he didn’t write down a single note. Hell he didn’t even get out his fucking computer so he could even type.

His eyes were glued to the back of your head. He hardly blinked. He knew he had to talk to you after this class. He wanted to apologize and try to fix whatever he’d broken as quickly as possible.

So when that bell rang, he simply got up, and waited for you outside the door.

But when you came out, you didn’t even look at him. Eyes still a little red and swollen from crying the night before.

“Hey— wait, can we talk?” He grabbed your wrist gently, not expecting you to immediately tug it out of his grip like you did.

“No.” It was a firm, short answer.

Gojo blinked, not used to hearing you talk to him like that. “Please, I really wanna apologize about what happened last n-“

“Gojo. Leave me alone.” You shot him a glare, your bottom lip threatening to quiver as you felt that familiar tightness in your throat, that burn that meant one thing and one thing only— you wanted to cry again.

He couldn’t handle it. It physically hurt to see you like this— to see you literally repulsed by his touch.

“Please! I need to explain— and- and make it up to you—“

“I don’t want anything to do with you! You made it clear that I embarrass you. You let your asshole friend walk all over me and you literally said we studied when we’d just fucked!” You were yelling now.

It was so out of character for you, that literally the hallway stilled and even the profesor stuck his head out the door so he could watch.

“I mean— is that really all you want from me? Just to fuck and then push me out? You said you like me! A lot!” Tears ran down your cheeks and you felt humiliated.

“I do! I like you so much- and I don’t only want you for sex! God— no that isn’t what I want at all,” gojo was struggling to find the words, and all the eyes now on them didn’t make it any better.

“You didn’t want it at all? So what, was this just a point you were trying to make?” Your voice was softer, and you couldn’t have felt more hurt— hell you couldn’t have felt more used than you did now.

“No! God no, please can we just talk in private and—“

“I hate you. I hate you so much, I can’t believe I was in love with you.” You were crying now. Hands trying to wipe your eyes but the tears didn’t stop.

“You were in love with me? You love me?” Gojo’s voice was whisper now, eyes wide and breathless.

“Not anymore.” With one last glare, you pushed past him and walked down the hallway.

He didn’t move. Just stood there. Feeling a sense of loss that he couldn’t even put into words. His shoulders dropped and he just kind of stared at the spot you once stood at.

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Something about jjk guys dealing drugs and being your plug is so hot to me. Maybe it’s because my plug is a fucking BITCHHHH

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dont be fool, come here 🤭💋

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OH MY GOD? THE NERD ARMIN FANART? OH MY FUCKING GOD?

HES SO HOT LIKE THIS? MY LITTLE NERD MAN AND I HAVENT EVEN SEEN THE SHOW WTFFFFFF I love him

I’m finally gonna watch aot

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Guys give me prompts or tropes

Vote on this poll bc if not I’ll implode and not come back for YEARS (I’ll get crossfaded n drown or sum shit)

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Love me kindly; Sukuna R.

Request: @sejel

—In which, Sukuna wants to deserve you and your love, but he can't help but be a little bitch sometimes.

A/n: High asf rn, I struggled like a mf on salvia tryna right ts. Hope you like it anyway, got lost in the sauce n forgot what the request was like halfway thru

Sukuna tries. He tries hard, but for someone as old and something emotionally stupid as him, he fucks up.

Like now.

“Baby can I have a hug? My-“ You’d just gotten out of an argument with him. But you just wanted to be held, feel his affection love close to you and your heart.

“No.” It was blunt, and sharp. Fuck man he didn’t even look at you. Just kept doing whatever the hell he was trying to keep busy with.

You could only look at him. Your bottom lip quivering slightly and your throat feeling tight as you try not to cry. With a sigh, you just walk away.

Because you don’t know what he’s thinking,

You don’t know that he’s mentally strangling himself because why the fuck would he say that to you? He knew he messed up. Fuck he did, but he just didn’t feel like he deserved your love, your touch. He’d just got done hollering at you for trying to get in the garden again and help, because why do you keep doing servant work when you are basically his queen?

He could feel your soul quiver.

“Fuck.” Running a heavy hand over his face, he sat down on the bed. Thinking about a way to approach this, approach you.

You, who despite him being a dick 24/7, love and cherish him. You, the woman of his literal dreams.

But Sukuna didn’t apologize. No matter what. Not even when it’s time for bed, and you don’t crawl into his arms like you usually do. You cling to the other side of the albeit massive bed.

He doesn’t reach for you either.

But he can feel it, he can feel how it’s effecting you, and regardless, he doesn’t apologize. He won’t lower himself to that.

Not yet at least.

It was cold that night, but despite everything in you that just wanted to crawl into literal monsters arms beside you, you stay glued to the edge, curled into a little ball as you shiver yourself to sleep. All pitiful, pissed and precious.

It carried on.

And on…

…and on.

You wouldn’t touch him, wouldn’t eat with him, wouldn’t be near him. Because of course you thought he was tired of you. He didn’t try to reach for you either, he didn’t approach you. Fuck, at one point you even thought he was entertaining new concubines.

The distance was wide enough that you even started sleeping in the chamber with the servants again.

But after a night or so of that, of you not even sleeping in the same room with him? No no. Something had to change.

Your silence, your absence, your stubborn attitude had broken him down, even his pride couldn’t handle you ignoring him. Even though he really wasn’t any better.

Sukuna had tracked you down the second night you tried to sleep in the servants chambers. He easily pulled you out of there, ignoring your demands to let you go and to go away.

He dragged you literally all the way back up to your shared chambers. Sat you down on that bed and glared at you. Arms crossed and a pissed off look on his face.

“Woman, you have tested my patience and I am at my limit.” His tone was sharp, but it had an almost pleading edge to it.

“What are you even talking about Sukuna?” And there it was. Using his full name and not some loving nickname like you used that really broke the camels back.

“You will cease this. Whatever this is.” Sukuna demanded.

“I’m not doing anything! You clearly don’t want me anymore so I’m making it easier on you and me.” You snapped. It was dangerous talking to him like that, even you knew, but despite his ignoring you, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. At least not physically.

“What made you think that?” Sukuna was emotionally stupid. A fucking idiot.

“YOU! You deny me the littlest affections! You ignore me, you don’t even question it when I stop being near you as a whole!” You were loud now, eyes wide and brows furrowed.

Sukuna blinked down at you. Stared actually. Like some weird ass lizard.

“Woman, it wasn’t like that.” Sukuna felt a headache start to come on. He couldn’t handle this without getting mad. But he was trying really hard.

“Then what’s it like?” Crossing your arms, looked up at like he just pissed in your cereal.

“I didn’t feel like I-… I didn’t want to hug you because I’d just— brat you know what I mean.” Sukuna huffed.

“No I don’t. Explain it to me. Like I’m five.”

“I didn’t think I deserved your affections so soon after making you so upset. I was trying to be gentle with you.” Sukuna glared down at you, feeling unbearably awkward after saying shit like that.

You just stared up at him. Before softening, “are you being serious?”

“I do not joke.”

“Just hold me damnit.”

“Fine.”

You spent that night wrapped in each others arms. And as punishment, at least as much as you can punish a man as big as Sukuna, you braid tight as shit braids into his scalp.