𝒜ngel🪽

바 ˓ 🎐 ֙ ១ — (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ ❝ we accept the love we think we deserve ❞ 𓂃 𝄞݂ ۫ infp 𓈒 ◞ 🦢゛

[to00fu]

gojo between work

ref from here !

[angwlkiss2]

‘You’re my exception.’

synopsis: you and Ryomen have been a thing, but not really a thing… and it’s exhausting. But, when one day you confront him, the whole situation takes a turn not even Ryomen himself expected.

tags: college au, no curses au, frat!kuna, fem!reader, (kinda)yearner!kuna, lwk ooc because sukuna would never do ts but oh well

author’s notes: just watched he’s not that into you and i loved that gigi and alex scene, so here’s the lil story i wrote thinking about that! also, this is not proofread and english isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes or typos!

word count: 3.4k !

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You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started messing with none other than Ryomen Sukuna, campus’ golden boy—quite literally straight out of a Wattpad story.

He was a fraternity member, rode a bike, went to the gym, and thought that toying around with girls meant he was the coolest and edgiest on planet Earth. Cheerleaders, sorority girls and fuck, even the nerdy girls liked him.

You’ve never been the type to care that much about boys, you didn’t get the hype over someone treating you like shit and then fucking you the next night. But oh, boy… were they right about Ryomen.

It’s not like he was a different person with every girl, he had a pattern that you had now learnt to recognise, but it was something about him that made you fall for his little game before you could even realise. He even explained to you how it worked; he was never going to date any of those girls because, if he wanted to date one of them, he would’ve made it happen. That was pretty much the rule for almost every man on Earth, no exceptions.

Girls would kiss, hook up and then get dumped by him in the span of a week. But for some strange reason, you never even kissed.

You’d go to parties, he would stick by your side—strong and trained arm around your shoulder and, pushing his luck before you could ground him, maybe even try dragging a hand on your lower back and sneak it around your waist. That was it.

You were not made for situationship, as told, but it’s not like you were allergic to love. You tried putting yourself out there, it just never worked out. And maybe, just maybe, your lack of experience was exactly why everything happened in the first place; why you believed he actually meant the things he did. Because, to you, sex doesn’t mean anything when he’s looking at you like that. Sometimes a stolen glance, overflowing with unsaid words, means much more than sharing a bed.

It was another one of those Friday nights, in which the frat boy every girl was in love would so casually text you, saying:

Come to my party and be my guest, I’m gonna make you have fun

to which you’d also casually reply with only a thumbs up.

You got ready, wore another one of your short dresses and left to go spend the evening with the most confusing men on campus.

You’d always tell yourself to be casual, nonchalant, to not fall for his charm like a dog falling for a trick. Sometimes you’d even succeed. Just, not easily.

Stepping foot into the loud room, you immediately looked for your friends. You knew the pattern by now, he’ll come and find you, eventually. The led lights were flickering as students danced to some random house song.

Before you could find your girls, a 6’3 pink-haired yeti blocked your way—looking down at you with the smuggest grin you’ve ever seen.

“Guess my guest of honor just arrived,” Ryomen chirped, nodding his head towards you. His brows furrowed, but his lips curled upwards even more, as his hand reached out to grab a strand of your hair, rubbing it between his thumb and index finger—almost examining it. “Did you change something about your hair?”

“Nope, always the same.” You replied, feigning annoyance.

“Huh, I could’ve sworn you did something. You’re prettier than usual.” He released your hair to tug it behind your ear, letting his touch linger there for a moment too long.

You swatted his hand away, turning your head into the other direction while scoffing.

“I’m sure you’ve already said that to plenty of girls tonight…” You chirped back, crossing your arms on your chest. “Y’know, you should switch up your pick-up lines sometimes… Always hearing the same things gets boring, don’t ya think?”

He would never admit it out loud, but the way you were able to so casually rile him up was why he was messing with you in the first place. If it would’ve been someone else, he would’ve kissed you to make you shut up. But, apparently, he finds you entertaining enough to not even stop you.

“They work though, don’t they?” He asked, voice dropping lower. “You wouldn’t be here if not.” He let out a low, amused chuckle, hands going to his hips.

His crimson eyes studied your whole figure, looking you up and down before leaning in dangerously close to your ear.

“Stay after the party ends—“ He whispered, but got immediately cut off by you.

“Absolutely not.”

“Woman, let me talk.” He said, voice firmer but still just as close. “Stay and help me clean up. Just hang out for a little bit more, yeah?” He finally asked, breath tickling your ear shell the way you liked.

You sighed at first, the thought of having to clean up random assholes’ glasses and dirt rubbed you the wrong way, but hanging out with Ryomen was always nice…

“Fine,” You said, sighing. “Even though I should be your guest of honour. You owe me.”

Without looking at him, you shoved past him and walked up to your friends. You didn’t need to look at him. You knew he was staring with that idiotic, lazy smirk that always gets him at least three girls per night.

The party went by suspiciously fast, and the frat house emptied in much less than you expected. Yet, the mess they left behind was even worse than you had imagined.

You closed the door and sighed, turning around just to see Ryomen sitting on the open-space kitchen’s counter, holding a red cup filled with beer.

You couldn’t stop your lips from curving upwards, even if just a little bit. “Come on, let’s get to work.”

“You’re such a mood killer… Let me finish my beer, at the very least.” He took a long sip, watching you as you stepped closer.

You looked even prettier under the dim, yellow lights of the frat house. Your dress highlighted your body in the best way possible, your skin was the perfect color and oh, those eyes. He refused to acknowledge it, but boy did he get lost in those.

Maybe that’s what scares him the most; getting lost in someone’s affection. And maybe that’s why he keeps doing the whole ‘party-then-ditch’ thing, something he doesn’t even have the courage to do with you.

After all, it’s much easier to push someone away instead of letting them in—breaking down your own walls.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?” Your soft voice brought him back from his trance almost immediately.

“Do I need a reason to be wanting to hang out with you?” He asked back, same lazy smirk spreading across that annoyingly handsome face of his.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You do, usually.”

“I did not ask you to stay to fuck, [yourname], don’t always be so defensive.” He finished the cup, throwing it like a basketball in the trash can. He didn’t miss. “Like I said, I just wanna hang out with you.”

With that, he hopped off the counter and actually began cleaning up. Somewhere between straight up mean comments and stupid jokes, the house was cleaned up. Plates were washed, trash bags were filled, and the floors were vacuumed.

“You forgot a cup.” Sukuna called from downstairs, laughing at your high-pitched and over-dramatic ‘WHAT?!’.

You flew downstairs, groaning like a kid who just got asked to do his homework. “I literally just brought the trash bags outside.” You complained.

When you reached the kitchen, Ryomen was standing there with the cup in his hands.

“Come on, give me that I’ll throw it into a random trash can.” You gestured for him to give you the cup, but he only smiled at you. You already knew where this was going to go. And you were right, because he raised his arm up high, holding the cup out of your reach.

“I mean, you can try getting it…” He mumbled, chuckling even too much.

“What are you like, twelve?” You asked, unimpressed. “Give me the cup.”

“And I said, try getting it.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” He shook his head, smirking down at you. And, once again, he was right. You didn’t. Fuck, of this was how you hated him, just imagine how you would love him.

You glared up at him, while he simply looked down at you, waiting for you to do exactly what he wants. Silence stretched between you two as his sharp eyes scanned you whole once again. If you hadn’t been so lost in your own personal debate on whether you should grab the cup or preserve your dignity, you definitely would’ve blushed. He looked at you like you were a bottle of fresh, cold water found in the middle of the desert.

Yet, you both swore there was nothing between you.

With a sigh, you got on your tiptoes and tried reaching for the cup. In that moment, your face got impossibly closer to his; you could feel his warm breath on your mouth, see every little mole and freckle on his face.

He was trying to fight it back. He had been trying to for so long. Your lips looked too plump, too soft, too tasty. He stared at your pink lips, licking his own almost subconsciously.

You noticed, but it was too late to even step back. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.

“What?” You asked, tone soft and low.

He shook his head, straightening his arm even more to avoid you grabbing the cup. Without thinking twice, he leaned in and closed the little distance between you. It wasn’t a fast, hungry kiss. It was just a deep, slow smooch, as if he needed to test the waters.

Before you could even realise what had just happened, he pulled back, eyes half-lidded and, now, as hungry as ever. His arm slowly went down placing the cup on the counter behind him before you leaned in this time—pulling him in for a kiss while cupping his cheeks.

His hands immediately gripped your waist, wrapped around your torso, before they started roaming basically every where. One hand slid down to the small of your back, while the other one sneaked around your neck, cupping its behind. He closed his eyes immediately and furrowed his eyebrows as he kissed you more roughly now, like he was releasing all the tension he’d been holding in.

His hand tilted your head just enough for your head to be angled just right, and his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. It didn’t take much for you to give in, parting your lips to let your tongues meet.

The kiss slowed down again, the soft hums of the kitchen fridge and the occasional muffled sounds filling the room. The cup was long forgotten as his hands both went down to grip your waist tightly, lips and tongue moving against yours like he couldn’t get enough.

He was pulling you impossibly closer, and he was inching impossibly closer, too. He was basically hunched over you.

One of your hands slid down to his chest and right as you started pulling back—which he didn’t like, since his brows furrowed even more as he chased your mouth—someone knocked on the door.

It startled the both of you, and you basically jump at a one meter distance.

Gojo walked in the frat house like it was his personal apartment, mumbling something about Toji wanting to talk to Sukuna as soon as possible.

“Ryomen, where are you—?” He perked his head through the door and saw you standing next to each other in a more than awkward silence; you wiping your mouth with the back of you hand while he fixed his pants, trying to hide the rock-hard erection he just got.

“Oh, you’re here…”

“Yeah—uh—“ He started, brows furrowing. “What, umh, what’s going on?” Ryomen asked, trying to sound as normal as possible while you finally grabbed that motherfucking cup.

“Nothing… Toji has something to say to you,” The white haired explained again.

“Okay, I’m coming.” Sukuna replied, although he made no attempt at even moving an inch.

“Yeah he says it’s urgent… like, right now, so—“

“Oh, yeah. Sure, okay.” He pushed off the counter quickly, sounding awkward, as Gojo started walking towards the front door.

He glanced back at you before walking out, closing the door but not shutting it, so that you could walk out easily.

To say you were stunned was an understatement.

‘What the fuck has just happened?’ Was all your mind could come up with.

You threw away the cup and walked out of the house, none of the boys in sight. With your heart still on your sleeve, you walked back to your dorm.

You had so many questions, doubts and worries. Was he serious? Was he going to ignore her now? Is this going to become a friends with-benefits-thing?

These doubts followed you in your sleep and the morning after, too.

It was exhausting.

Mostly because all of your worries were valid. The next day, you barely caught a glimpse of the pink haired on campus. He sat in the last row in class and walked fast enough for you to not even notice him passing by.

But you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started messing with none other than Ryomen Sukuna. You did. So why are you so irritated?

One, then two and then three days went by without seeing him or hearing from him. It’s not like you were losing sleep over this, but it still rubbed you the wrong way. Because somewhere along the way, you started liking the jerk.

You texted, of course you did. You didn’t want to sound too dramatic. A simple “hi, wanna talk?” was more than enough for someone like Sukuna. Yet, he never replied.

You even called once, and it went to voicemail. That’s when you understood that he simply didn’t care about you enough to even discuss whatever happened that night. Because that kiss was everything but casual.

You decided to leave him be, to not chase him and move on with your life—he wasn’t even that important anyway.

But on the fourth day, at 10:34 pm, when you were studying for an upcoming exam, you got a text.

Not anything more and not anything less. Of course, you had some self-respect, and weren’t going to let a mere “can we talk” text make you run to the man that’s played with you in the most embarrassing and humiliating way—considering you barely even kissed.

You looked at the messages and sighed, knowing literally any other version of yourself would be screaming at you right now for grabbing your flip-flops and heading outside.

‘This is so stupid.’ ‘I’m so stupid.’ ‘I’m gonna kill him.’ ‘Who does the think he is?’

The noise in your head went blank when you opened the door to your complex and saw him standing there, rocking himself in his toes and heels, hands in his pockets while staring at the concrete.

When he heard the door click shut, his head snapped up.

“Look—“

“What do you want.” You cut him off, crossing your arms on your chest.

“I know you’re mad.” He started, running a hand through his already messy hair.

“Well, no shit Sherlock. Tell me something I don’t know.”

He sighed, audibly. He’s always known you were petty and bitchy, but he was so used to getting his way that he thought this was going to be easy.

“Look, [yourname], I don’t know why I did what I did.” The words hit you harder than you’d thought they would. You were about to talk back once again, but he was quicker. “I’m not good at this, not at all. I just needed a few days to think about what happened.”

Your brows furrowed and you tilted your head in confusion. Not sensing any murderous instinct in you, Ryomen continued talking.

“I just… Shit—“ He ran a hand through his hair once again, apparently something he did very often when he was nervous. “I’m not used to this. I hook up with girls and that’s it, it never went further than that—“

You rolled your eyes.

“And I don’t know how to deal with… this.” He said, suddenly looking almost vulnerable.

You looked at him confused once again. “What do you mean by ‘this’?” She asked, arms still crossed.

He sighed again, trying to find the right words. He looked around, the view suddenly looking much more interesting than whatever was in front of him.

“I don’t know, I…” For the first time in a very long time, Ryomen Sukuna couldn’t find the words and was left speechless.

“Ryomen, I—“

“I like you.” He blurted out, crimson eyes finally meeting your wide, surprised ones. “Like, a damn lot. It feels different when I’m with you and it’s so fucking weird. And I’m a dick because I screwed up my own plans by kissing and shat my pants and ran away.” He continued.

“Your own plans? What…” Your brows furrowed even more, your expression clearly asking for answers.

“I didn’t wanna kiss you because I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle the aftermaths,” He mumbled. “But then you looked at me like that and I couldn’t even think straight anymore.”

You were so shocked that you started wondering if this was a skinwalker or an insanely good AI hologram.

“I left you hanging and I…” He trailed off, looking down and kicking a tiny rock. “I’m sorry.” He finally said, looking up at you again to see your reaction.

You sighed. “You fuck girls every night, girls even prettier than me, and you say you can’t handle ‘this’? We kissed once.” Although you wanted to sound firm, mad and angry, your voice softened a fraction. Hearing Ryomen Sukuna apologize and pour his heart out was definitely not an everyday thing. “How am I an exception? Different from the other girls? You’re treating me like one of them.”

“You’re not, [yourname], not at all.” He said, almost sounding desperate to have you forgive him. Or even just believe in his words. “You never jumped on me, treated me like I was a superstar, or came over just to fuck. You came over to spend some time with me, not my dick. You commented about my terrible humour, not my performance in bed. It just…” He trailed off again. “It felt so nice that I got scared.”

You didn’t know what to say, and he looked like he knew. Instead, you stepped closer, arms still crossed and expression still angry. Yet, you were softening up. He could see it in the way your brows relaxed more.

“Ryomen, you said it yourself. If a guy wants to date a girl, he will make it happen. That’s the rule. No except—“

He cut you off by kissing you, cupping your cheeks with both hands. It was a chaste, deep kiss that you didn’t even get to return. When he pulled back just enough to talk, he whispered; “You’re my exception, [yourname].”

You wanted to slap him for being such a coward, to push him for not telling you sooner, but all you did instead was lean back in and kiss him.

Ryomen wrapped his arms around you, touch lighter and more careful than it has ever been. “I’m sorry—“ He would mutter between kisses, trying to make it up to you. Even just the simplest words could mean a lot when said by him.

“Shut up.” You said, arms linking around his shoulders. “You’ll apologise later—“ You muttered, lips still on his. Then, you pulled back, hair a bit messy. “How is it that when it’s time for you to kiss me you can’t keep your mouth shut?”

His usual lazy grin spread across his face, nose tip touching yours. “I’m not good at shutting up, y’know that.” He said, pressing a few kisses to the corner of your mouth. “So make me.”

His usual teasing tone came back, but before he knew it he was indeed getting shut up by the girl that would very soon become his official girlfriend, official partner at beer-pong, official ‘plus one’ at any event—and I mean any, even boys’ nights out with other brother from the frat. Not that you ever enjoyed one of those, anyway—and, most importantly, his official soulmate.

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[mayegasm]

FFFAWWWWKK

[angwlkiss2]

ok i changed my name now the few people that liked my stories are not gonna recognise me💔 imma change everything i want to be aesthetic ok?😚

[neskaaa]

I mourn his season 3 hair every god damn day 😩💔💔

[angwlkiss2]

omg been meaning to write sum scratch but i’m literally fighting for my life💔💔💔💔💔 fuh my fucking chungus life

[dinaluv]

The age I had when I was reading the most outrageous disgustingly perverted graphic fanfics known to humankind.

[rosesforshoto]

you’re a chef competing on a cooking show when they suddenly introduce pro-hero shouto as a one-time guest judge. you try to not let him distract you but you also notice how he just keeps staring and staring and hovering around your station as you cook. you lowkey side eye him, thinking that maybe he’s overly scrutinizing you until later after filming, he comes up to you with big puppy eyes to ask if you can send him the recipe to what you made today. also if you recommend any restaurants in the area. and also if he can take you there for dinner right now

[ghvstile]

ㅤ ۫ ׅ ▸ .ᐟ martin ® ༝༚༝༚

♪ ﹐ play the ⤷ ゛beat ˎˊ˗

[kissthigh]

this and an older man who pats his thigh when he wants me to go over to him

[fukunagal]

Timeskip!Bakugo, Timeskip!Hanta, Timeskip!Denki, Timeskip!Deku, Timeskip!Todoroki, Timeskip!Kirishima

[angwlkiss2]

hi im developing feelings for bakugo after six years of watching mha i know im late ok just wait until i get fed enough to write about him

[arimari81-70]

How it feels logging onto Tumblr to read fics after joining a new fandom

[reignpage]

Toji hates when people say his girl changed him.

Not ‘cause it isn’t true — it is — but because they think it’s some kind of insult. Like he’s supposed to get pissed and defensive, to deny the accusation and blow up at them for even suggesting it.

On the contrary, he agrees.

You have changed him, and thank fuck for that.

His loser friends give him shit when he orders water instead of beer, laughing that he’s turning hippy or something. But water’s good for him — it won’t give him the bulging belly they all carry around. If that ever happened, he’d bang his head against the wall every day till he dropped the weight. Otherwise, his gorgeous girl wouldn’t nuzzle his defined stomach, wouldn’t pepper kisses along his treasure trail or grind against the ridges till she’s panting and drooling. 

That would quite literally be the end of his world.

They exchange mocking looks when he shrugs off young women, muttering loud enough for him to hear that maybe he’s lost all his testosterone, that his dick doesn’t work anymore, that he probably needs pills to get it up. And well, that’s just bullshit — he can go all night with you. In fact, he does. Very often. So much so that he has no appetite for anyone else.

Those bastards think it’s stupid to be a one-woman type of man, that it’s a waste of Fushiguro’s good looks and better physique. But what do those divorced, cheating idiots know?

At least he gets to come home to a warm house, delicious food, and sleep on soft breasts. No one-night stand with some bleached blonde stranger is going to rake blunt nails through his scalp, whisper updates about their day, and coo when all he can muster is a grunt in reply.

Yeah, he has to ask for permission to go on a boys’ trip or hit up the bar on weekends, but that’s only ‘cause he doesn’t know if you’ve got brunch with the girls the next morning or if there’s a farmer’s market you just can’t miss — he really does love supporting local, small businesses. Sweet old Chiyo would be devastated if he wasn’t there to try out her new pickle combo.

And sure, he dresses differently now, smarter and neater than before, but does anyone really miss the stained, unraveling rags he used to just throw on?

Not his fault those cheap assholes don’t recognise that his jumper is cashmere and his jeans are from Levi’s — not stolen off a homeless man. Just like his girl says, you can’t put a price on the value of not contributing to child exploitation and forced labour. Ah, alright, he couldn’t care less about the hypothetical kids in third-world countries, but he does care that you beam when he practices the sandwich method on his own, and when he checks the label and frowns if it says the thing’s made with any hint of polyester.

Why the fuck would he even be dressing to impress his bum friends?

What kinda homo shit is that, he wonders — in a non-derogatory manner, of course. After all, he’s an ally. According to you, anyway.

Bottom line is, the guys can mock him all they want.

There’s only one opinion he cares about.

And it sure as hell ain't their ugly asses.

[angwlkiss2]

holy shit i just busted this so good

[angwlkiss2]

‘Traitor!’

synopsis: you play with your boyfriend satoru just to make fun of him-but you love him, though.

tags: fluff, maybe could be a bit suggestive, fem!reader

word count: 1.4k!

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It was a warm summer morning, sunshine rays creeping through the roll-up shutter of you and Satoru’s shared bedroom, when you finally awakened—shifting around the mattress and yawning just a little as you sat up.

You perched your head up, hair all messy from sleep, and saw your boyfriend standing in front of the mirror and fixing his messy white locks in his boxers only—it was hot as hell, after all.

You didn’t even have to say ‘Good morning’, because he turned around as soon as he heard the soft sound of fabric brushing when you sat up on the bed. You looked too cute wearing nothing but his Digimon shirt. He looked at you with that toothy grin you oh-so adored.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” He said softly, voice dropping to that sweet, sweet tone he reserved for you and you only. Again, you couldn’t even open your mouth to at least reply to his words, when he quite literally jumped on you—the mattress creaking under his weight.

That was the usual routine of yours whenever he finally got a day off at work. With the burden of the world on his shoulders, it was nice enjoying some domestic and playful time with his beloved girlfriend.

“‘Toru…” You whined, your voice still a little bit raspy from sleep. “What time is it?”

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your hypnotising scent. Well, more like sniffing it, actually. He couldn’t help it, though. He ‘loved you too much that everything about you drove him insane’—his words.

“Mhm…” He hummed, big hands wrapped around your waist. “Like nine…? Didn’t check.” He tightened his grip even more, basically squeezing you to death.

You whined again, the warmth of his body and the temperature making you start to sweat already.

“Satoru…” Your hands drifted to his shoulders, trying to push him off of you. “I just woke up and I’m already sweaty.” You complained, huffing as you still pressed against his shoulders—which let you do, because if he wanted to, he could simply activate his infinity and make you stop bitching on an early Saturday morning.

After a few tries, you managed to get this big, 6’3, twenty-eight year-old man off you, making him plop back on the mattress—legs and arms spread out like a starfish. “Oh, come on…” He was the one to whine now, dramatically pouting at your lack of affection. “I can’t even show love to my girlfriend anymore?” He protested, looking up at you with the same expression as an angry toddler.

“You’re so needy.”

“I’m not! May the Heavens forbid me from wanting some cuddles…” His pout deepened even more.

“It’s just… it’s a hundred degrees outside.” You stated, sighing and yawning once again. You sat up and looked over your shoulder, seeing his theatrical offended face, and you laughed. “You’ll get your cuddles once I cool down, mh?” You giggled, the sound soft and sleepy still.

“Alright, leave your soulmate hungry and starving for your love like this… It’s fine, I guess…” He slumped his arm over his face, trying to look pitiful.

Such a drama queen and for what? The same cuddles he would be getting throughout the day anyway…

You shook your head at his antics, leaning over to open the window—letting the cool morning breeze enter the room and fill it satisfyingly. With a content sigh, you dropped back on the bed, bouncing on the mattress.

“Cool enough?” Satoru looked at you like a puppy looking at its owner. He couldn’t even fake being mad at you. Like a magnet being pulled and attracted by the steel, his hand came to your waist again, squeezing the plush skin there with a gentleness that betrayed his goofy smile.

“You didn’t even let a whole minute go by—“

He pulled you flush against his bare chest without caring for whatever protest you had to make, arms wrapping around you and trapping you in his strong arms. “Yeah, yeah. A minute is a lot, y’know.”

To him, most definitely. Each minute with you counted more than anything else in the world, knowing that someday he probably won’t be able to experience this. Your shampoo filling his nostrils, the cute pout you make when you sleep, your soft body curled up against his. With a job like his, such things mattered more than you could even imagine. Even though, having you involved in his sorcerer world, they matter to you too now.

You chuckled, clicking your tongue—trying to fake annoyance, but you still leaned into his touch anyway. Your head nuzzled against his chest, eyes fluttering closed almost instinctively, hands lacing around his torso gently. You sighed again, like being in his arms was what made you realise that you were really home.

Not much later, you tilted your chin and looked up at him. Your eyes looked bigger as your eyebrows perched up a little, lips pursing in a subtle pout—a pout he knew too well. You always gave him that face when you wanted a kiss, he’d learnt that by now. So, without needing further proof, he leaned down and pressed a soft, uncharacteristically chaste kiss to your lips—making you melt into it in the blink of an eye. You kissed him back immediately, hands sliding to rest on his pecs. After a few seconds, the kiss deepened—it’s Satoru Gojo we’re talking about, after all—his hand tangling in your hair as his head tilted to the side, licking your bottom lip.

When he pulled back, his beautiful blue eyes glimmered with its usual playfulness. “Look who’s the needy one here now, mh?” He teased, hand rubbing slow and definitely not sexual circles on the skin just above the waistband of your panties.

You huffed, shaking your head slightly. Usually, you would’ve said no, promising him a good time later—but you wanted to play along today. So, you climbed on top of him, knees resting on both sides of his hips.

His eyes widened, actually surprised you had accepted his greediness, while your hands rubbed up and down his chest.

“Maybe I am,” You whispered, your hair falling on your face as you leaned down just a few inches away from your face.

Satoru’s hands gripped your thighs, smiling like he had just won the lottery. He would probably avoid saying it out loud, but he absolutely loved it when you took charge. The way you’d flirt with him? He’d be done in a few minutes. Not that it usually takes that long for him to come, since it’s you we’re talking about. “You definitely are.” He corrected you, smile widening even more.

His heart thumped in his chest as you shifted on top of him, feeling himself grow harder just because the mere and subtle movement. He even licked his bottom lip and closed his eyes as you inched even closer—thinking you were about to kiss him, when he suddenly felt a soft, wet sensation on the tip of his nose. He opened his eyes and he was met with the evilest giggle of them all, yours.

“Did you just lick my nose?” Satoru snorted, voice cracking in betrayal. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

You laughed even more, enjoying every second of this. “Sorry, intrusive thought.”

“You traitor! I was getting all giddy here…” Despite himself, your laughter was too contagious to keep the act up. He ended up chuckling with you as you settled down in his arms again.

“You look cute when you’re worked up.”

“And you do not when you make fun of me.”

He got all whiny again, even though he couldn’t let go of you, holding you flush against his chest. Then, he bit down on your shoulder—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you pay for your mockery.

As much as you wanted to talk back, you couldn’t bring yourself to when he was looking up at you so fondly, like you were the most precious thing on planet Earth—which, at least to him, you were. So, all you did was chuckle—shaking your head and scoffing right after.

“Now we’re even.” His voice was a soft, sweet whisper right next to your ear.

Satoru’s lips then met your forehead, placing one last and brief kiss there before giving your butt a light smack. “Alright, I’m getting hungry now.” He said, hand leaving your waist as he stretched a little. “I was thinking pancakes, I’ll cook. How does that sound?”

Oh how you loved your boyfriend’s days off.

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A/N: alr lwk rushed and def not proof read but it’s whatever cuz i finally wrote about my wife GOJO SATORU!!!!!! also two posts in two weeks hello?? js pay me already im a pro

[dinaluv]

I love reading fanfics imagining myself as a baddie when I know for a fact I would disgust the fucker in real life.

[angwlkiss2]

“Words, baby.”

synopsis: your shy nature is adorable to toji, who’s surprisingly very sweet when you’re having sex—although he can’t refrain himself from teasing you a little to spice things up.

tags: smut, shy!fem reader, teasing, praising, creampie, implied older toji, might be a little ooc but honestly idc cuz i know dada

word count: 2.7k!

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When you first started dating Toji, you never thought he’d be so sweet. He looked gruff, rough and definitely too harsh for such a shy and reserved woman like you. Not only that, he was also older—more experienced.

Yet, where everybody thought he would be some kind of nonchalant, rude type of boyfriend, he was absolutely smitten. Sure, he downplayed every act of affection to avoid getting all giddy himself and making you uncomfortable by making it some grand love demonstration—knowing you wouldn’t know how to handle it. But still, you lost count of how many times he held you close, his big and muscular figure slumped over you as he sniffed your intoxicating smell not-so-subtly.

You hadn’t been dating for too long, and yet you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the pressure of meeting his expectations in bed.

You don’t have that much experience—especially compared to him—and even though that didn’t stop you from enjoying the intimate feeling of your bodies tangled together—you were still too embarrassed to make those filthy moans girls made in porn videos you shyly and secretly watched, the ones that men (apparently) liked.

You weren’t too vocal during it, not even knowing what to say. Toji’s never made you feel embarrassed for that. He teased you, obviously, but he never crossed a line. He just wanted you to use your big girl words.

Like right now.

You sat on his lap, your squishy thighs pressed against each side of his hips. Your cheeks burned a bright crimson as you took in your boyfriend’s appearance. He wore that black tight—maybe too tight—shirt that had you drooling, and the grey sweatpants he never bothered to take off at home with you. You never saw him in anything else, basically.

Once he noticed how your eyes shyly trailed every single part of his body; from his pretty face, to his meaty biceps, his big chest, his defined abs and, finally, to the clear bulge imprinted on his pants, he wasn’t able to stop the smirk that started to creep up his face. “What’re you lookin’ at? Mh?” He asked, voice low and filthy while his larger hands found your waist underneath the soft fabric of his shirt—the one that almost swallowed you whole, but still left little to no imagination as it hugged your curves just right.

His lips curved up in that usual smirk of his, “Do you want to touch?” He asked, his expression a mix of tenderness and hunger as his calloused thumb rubbed mindless circles on the plush skin there. “You know you can, baby, just tell me what you want.”

You smiled, letting out a nervous and single chuckle as you looked away. You wanted to say something, maybe finally say something dirty back, but all that left your mouth was a hesitant sigh. Your blush deepened even more as he squeezed your side.

“So? What you want?” He asked again. He could be insistent without resulting in annoyance or impatience, and that’s what made you weak in the knees whenever he teased you like this.

His free hand grabbed your wrist, his touch so gentle you almost would never guess it was really his, bringing your tentative hand to his big pecs.

“Toji…” That was all you could babble, your sweet voice finally gracing his ears. He loved that shy tone of yours, the one he brought out of you when testing and pushing your limits.

“Yes?” His voice dropped by an octave, his hands sliding down your body appreciatively. The heat radiating through his body would’ve been enough to keep you warm during a cold winter night, but for now it just made your panties sticky and wet at your core.

One of his hands rested on the small of your back, palm wide and pressed against your smooth skin, while the other one shamelessly grabbed onto one of your ass cheeks—as if holding onto it for dear life.

Noticing you still averted his gaze, still barely let your fingers graze his body, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He scooted you closer, his bulge pressed hard against you through his clothes. His pretty, shameless mouth found your cheeks immediately, kissing and nipping all the way down to your neck. While not being able to bite back the huge grin that threatened to spread across his face, he slowly rocked you against his erection, the mere movement enough to make your breath hitch.

Sometimes he thought that he really was made for this; teasing his shy, sweet girl.

Instinctively, your hands flew up to his broad shoulders, holding onto them while your plump and soft lips parted slightly. He didn’t let the speedy thump of your heart against your pulse point slide, grinning even more when he saw the pink that creeped up in your ears once he pulled back to meet your gaze.

“You want this, don’t you?” He immediately gained an eager nod from you, who were biting your lower lip. “Mh, can’t hear you…” He said, leaning in just a bit more as he guided your hips against his again. “C’mon, baby, what did you say?”

Fuck, he was hot when he toyed with you like this. You could wet the bed just from his sweet yet dirty talk. You couldn’t resist him, at all.

“I do.” You finally spoke up, “I want you…”

Three simple words were enough for him to get off. He adjusted his hips to see you squirm once again, his lips hovering near your ear. “There you go,” He praised, “wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He left a proud and satisfied little peck on your jawline.

His hands now roamed everywhere on your body, one hand finding your soft thigh while the other one teasingly cupped your sides—thumb brushing the warm skin just under your breast. His body leaned onto yours, his shoulders plopping down as he was getting lost in your scent. “Always so good f’me,” He muttered, lips brushing against the sensitive spot between your jaw and your lobe.

His hand left your side to cup your breast, squeezing and kneading just enough to make your back arch. Without giving yourself any time to reflect on your next move, you grabbed onto his bicep, a breathy and almost imperceptible whine escaping your lips. Toji grinned against your skin, clearly enjoying this a bit too much.

“You’re doing great, keep this up, okay?” Your boyfriend said, praising you in every way that you liked. He grinned every time you showed that timid expression of yours, biting down on your lip.

With one swift motion, he took off his shirt and tossed it somewhere on the living room’s floor. Then, without letting you have time to think, he pulled you impossibly close and pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was hungry, eager, demanding even, but it wasn’t messy or sloppy. No, he kept it controlled enough to have your head spinning. One hand cradled the back of your head to keep you in place, his fingers tangling in your hair.

He was taking his sweet time, and you hated him for this. Usually, he would have you laid on your back with your legs wide open in the blink of an eye. He could really be a menace when he wanted to.

Boldly enough, you pulled back from the kiss, your pink and swollen lips pursed out in the cutest pout he’s ever seen.

“Stop teasing me…” You complained, your tone low but pleading.

He looked at your fluttering lashes, your doe eyes and your pretty lips. Fuck, he couldn’t say no to his gorgeous girl when she pouted like this.

He let out a low chuckle, one hand pushing the hem of your—that was technically his, but whatever—shirt higher and higher up.

“You just look too cute when you get frustrated.” He admitted, his face so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face. His words gained another pout from you, your eyebrows furrowing too. Oh, he definitely lived for this.

“You’re insufferable, I hate you sometimes.” You replied, although your hands stayed on his bare chest and you still squirmed under his touch.

“Oh, yeah?” He teased, his usual cocky grin showing once again. “You won’t be saying this in a few minutes.” His hands ran up your back, lifting your shirt up even more. Without waiting for one of your usual witty answers, he guided your arms up, your shirt coming off smoothly and joining his on the floor just a few seconds after.

“Shit,” He murmured through gritted teeth. He couldn’t ever get enough of you, every time he saw you naked felt like the first time all over again. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” Toji’s eyes trailed down your bare chest, devouring you with his gaze.

He felt his boxers get even tighter around his rock-hard dick. Not long after, both of your pants were thrown somewhere else—not that any of you cared where they went anyway—and his dick sprang free, already wet tip hitting his stomach.

“Fuck,” His hands grabbed anywhere he could. Your ass, your tits, your thighs. Anywhere. “Tell me how bad you want it.” His voice had gotten dirtier, his mouth hungrier for you as he nipped and bit on your neck, just to lick the same spot right after. He wanted to hear you, again. “Tell me every nasty thought that flows in that dirty mind of yours.” He smirked, one hand gripping your breast while his thumb teased your nipple.

You whimpered at his touch, squirming in his lap as the wet spot on your panties kept growing larger by the minute. Damn him and his filthy mouth.

Your nails dug into his skin, hips rocking subtly against his—desperate for any kind of friction. He stopped your movements, gaining that bratty whine of yours. “Nuh-uh,” Toji shook his head as he squeezed your hips just enough to keep you still, “You’re not getting any until you learn how to use your words.”

Oh how bad you wanted to slap him sometimes.

You looked down where his tip teased your clit through the drenched cotton fabric and you finally built up enough courage to talk back.

“I want it.” You said, getting impatient. “I want it bad…” Your fingers twitched as your palm rested on his shoulders. “Please… I just—I want you.” Your cheeks immediately grew red in embarrassment as you pleaded and begged, fighting the urge to cover your face with your hands.

Toji’s lips twitched up in a proud smirk. “Mh,” He hummed, satisfied. “Good girl.” He praised, his fingers pushing your panties to the side. His middle finger brushed agonisingly slow through your folds, staring at your face and waiting for your reaction.

The motion was enough for your breath to hitch and get caught in your throat. “So sensitive…” He muttered against your skin, in between the kisses he trailed down to your boob. He stuck his tongue out and slowly licked your nipple, his finger now rubbing circles on your clit as he looked up at you.

His eyes were half-lidded, his lips wrapped around your tit, and his cheeks were slightly flushed because of the heat of the moment. You swore you’ve never seen anything hotter than this.

Your hips jerked to meet his finger, but he pulled his hand back and his mouth left your nipple almost immediately. “C’mon baby, I just said you were good.” He teased. “Just be a bit more patient… Can you do that for me?” He asked, lifting your hips to slide your panties down your legs.

Although you wanted to say no, shut him up and fuck him stupid, you nodded, a small, breathy sigh leaving your lips. Toji smiled once again, he knew you would behave anyway. “That’s it,” He muttered, throwing your last piece of clothing on the floor too.

While his large hands kept you sat on his thighs, he leaned in and kissed you again. It was slower this time, but the way his tongue tangled with yours felt just as hungry as it had before.

You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, the sound immediately getting muffled and swallowed by him. You kissed him back, but it wasn’t easy to keep up with his ravenousness.

Your fingers hesitantly slid up to cup the sides of his neck, while your left hand gripped his bicep for stability. Right when you were starting to match his energy, he pulled back with a groan. With furrowed eyebrows, he started leaving open mouthed kisses on your shoulder—occasionally nibbling down on your skin—and he pulled you closer once again.

Needy enough, he positioned his tip against your entrance, his breath heavy and rigged with anticipation. You were soaked, so soaked that his cock slid in way too easily. The sound you made could’ve been enough to make him cum, but instead he couldn’t help but let out a deep groan, hands squeezing your hips so hard it might’ve left bruises.

“Fuck, baby…” He cursed, lips pursed and teeth gritted. “So tight,” Toji muttered, keeping you still for a moment, his voice slightly strained.

You whimpered, not even trying to muffle the noise at this point. He bit back a smile, he knew you could get a bit dirtier—even if you were shy. As soon as you felt his grip loosen, you wasted no time and began rolling your hips just how you liked it. The stretch of his girth felt too good it had you seeing stars.

“Toji…” You whined in his ears, the sound making his cock twitch inside you. He let out a strained sound, half a groan and half a moan, biting down on your shoulder once again.

“Fuck—sweet girl.” He whispered, voice dropping even lower. The way you gasped and cried his name out always got him going. “Say my name again…”

Your breath hitched at his words, his tone sounding almost pleading—much uncharacteristically.

Your cheeks grew as red as a tomato again. Something about him vocalizing his needs always made you shudder. You wanted to make him feel good, you always do, so you obeyed. Between heavy pants and small, soft whimpers, you moaned his name into his ear.

“Toji…!”

His hips jerked up to meet yours with eager thrusts, while you bounced up and down on his thick shaft—almost pulling out completely to sink back down. “Shit,” He mumbled, “Like that, yes…” His hands roamed on your body as he urged you to keep going.

Your gummy walls were clenching around him hard, he believed you wanted to milk him dry. “Taking me s’well…” He mumbled. “You’re doing s—ah—so good, baby…”

The praise sent shivers down your spine, your moves becoming more frantic as the familiar, deep coil started building up in your lower stomach.

“T-Toji…“ Your nails dug into his skin, your head falling onto his shoulder. “I’m—ngh!”

“I know,” he cut you off, his hand finding your lower back—keeping you close as he thrusted into you deeper and faster. “I got you… Let it go,” he reassured, “Make a mess on me.” he grinned.

Although his own orgasm was close, he still had time to tease you, to see your cheeks and ears turn bright red.

You pursed your lips, getting all shy as usual, and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as you finally came, your orgasm hitting you in smothering waves. Your pussy creamed around his length, white rings forming at its base, making him grin. If he hadn’t teased you so much, and if he wasn’t so close too, he would’ve made you look at him as you came undone—but that would’ve just made you even more shy. You did enough work for today.

His own climax came not long after, your name slipping out of his mouth accompanied by some curses muttered under his breath. Thick and hot ropes of cum filled you whole, making you whine in overstimulation.

Yours and his movements stopped once you both came down from your highs, but he still kept you close; his strong arm circled tightly around you. Your rigged breaths had synchronised, and you lifted your head up to look at him. You looked fucked-out, as you usually did after having sex with him, and he clearly enjoyed the view.

“So good for me,” he muttered again, placing a quick peck to your temple. “This is what you get when you tell me what you want,” Toji’s breathy chuckle tickled your skin, and you turned your head away in embarrassment.

Toji absolutely looved your shyness. Even when you were difficult to deal with because of it, he knew he wouldn’t have this any other way.

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A/N: yeah so this looks rushed and too slow at the same time but it’s ok cuz it’s DADAGURO. lwk first time writing a full smut so hope it’s not buns… enjoy!!!!!

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