cw ;; 18+ fem!reader, bully!yuuji, just a smidge of humiliation, college athlete au bc <3, mean!yuuji, toxicity, possession, cervix bully itadori yuuji, dubconnish, no degredation n pretty tame tbh.
a/n ;; im gonna chew through glass
if i think there’s one thing that's important about bully!itadori is that he's not really doing it on purpose.
unlike anyone else in the bully!series so far, i think itadori is actually not trying to bully you actively. it's not in his nature to go out of his way for things he doesn't find unimportant. for someone who generally does things for the greater good, who likes to do things simply because he feels like it - the bullying element is almost completely unintentional.
there's a lot to like about itadori. he's kind, charming and generally pleasant to be around. for the most part, no one is really disturbed by his presence. in my minds eye - he's just another jock athlete. unlike kirishima, i think many of itadoris interactions with his peers are genuine. for what it's worth, itadori is a plainly honest person. sometimes to a fault. he has a reputation for being blunt, and he's steadfast.
itadori is likeable and stupidly popular with his peers. he has this enigmatic quality to him, a sweet college jock. a professional slacker, but all your professors love him. middle of the line grades and this generally unassuming presence. he's popular but not too popular. kind but not perfect. he's overwhelmingly normal at times. other than being a complete beast on the fields, itadori is just itadori. bright-eyed and a little oblivious.
but - there's always rumor going around. locker room talk about itadori gets when he gets too into a game. how he gets this almost evil look in his eyes when he's tackling people to the ground. the one person who knows this side of him most is megumi, his best friend. megumi is the first one to point it, that yuuji has this.. thing to him.
unlike bully!kiri or bully!bkg or really anyone elese who has some kinda of malice or reasoning, the only reason itadori yuuji gets in your space is simple.
because he can, and because he wants too.
your first encounter with him is probably something stupid. something so inane and absolutely innocuous. you're at the cafe on campus and he makes you drop some of your things. it was nothing to sneeze but it was one of those days where everything was going so wrong. it was the briefest of moments, so forgetable.
"oh sorry -"
"it's fine just - watch where you're going,"
he stares at you, and something inside of him shifts. it's really not all that special. yuuji has always been clear about his intentions. he hears the short exasperation in your tone, senses your irritation, and the way you huff and puff and frown and thinks - cute.
itadori yuuji really, really doesn't mean to bully you. he just does what feels right, and what feels right to him? picking up your things and keeping them. it's not a calculated action, a split second thing and he's pocketing your belonging with an almost easy going grin. you look so shocked, a little more frustrated. he likes looking at you.
"oh," he says, voice plan "did you want that?"
you stare at him, exasperated. your expression contorted into the most frustrated thing.
"...it's mine," you say like it's obvious. he smiles at you.
"ah, really? too bad then,"
when he leaves he knocks into your shoulder, making you go almost flat on your ass. when he turns to look at you over his shoulder, his smile is borderline friendly.
"watch where you're going, and learn to be a bit nicer, yknow? see you around,"
and with that he's gone like the wind. and you're missing something random that you needed, dumbfounded about what just occurred. when you get to your dorms, you ask your roommate about him and all she can say is that he's a nice guy. you're not sure how to tell her that you're pretty sure she has the wrong idea. him? nice? what horseshit.
that's how it starts, that one little incident is enough to make you in direct fire of itadoris unrelenting roughhousing. that's really the only way to describe. every time he sees you on campus, or really at all he decides to fuck with you in some way, and no one around you seems to notice or care even when he does it in broad daylight
it's mean. really plainly and utterly mean. something about the blankness in his eyes, a little bit of impatience simmering in his gaze as he knocks you around. it depends on the day. when he catches you in the library, he tips your chair back until you almost fall. if you're wearing a skirt, he'll come behind and roll it up with your panties. if you're meandering somewhere, he'll knock into you a little bit to make you drop your things.
it's all mean. not physical violence but gestures of inconvenience that drive you up the wall. and each time it happens, you always give him that bratty exasperated gasp. your cute little face contorts and gets all upset. brows creased and mouth frowning, and his cock twitches every time you look like you're near tears.
he doesn't hold a grudge against you, but he pretends he does. when you ask him what he's doing, he simply shrugs and says that he just wants to teach you something. and he keeps doing, plans on doing it over and over. he wont tell you what the lesson is, won't even bother because he's insistent on learning it on your own.
for you, itadori is bullying you almost indefinitely. that's the only way you can understand it, is that he's trying to mess with you. whenever you express your frustrations with it - he gives you this gentle and nauseating smile. you feel so utterly helpless around him and sickly enough, you think that's that the whole point. he has to be enjoying it immensely to keep at it for so long and with such consistency.
months pass after that first instance, and everywhere you go - you find that yuuji is somewhere trailing behind you. he doesn't have any classes with you so he always catches you in the same few places. the library, the co-ed dorms, sometimes the common area if he's feeling especially bored. your whole body goes tight whenever he gives you that little wave, something anticipatory in your gut. you never know what to expect, always on your toes.
other than those instances, as frequent as they are - itadori doesn't go out of his way to involve you in his life or be involved in yours. it's not exactly a secret, but you think to the outside it must look like you two are friends - that leaves you a whole other kind of sick but you try not to dwell. eventually, you just get accustomed to it, because itadori doesn't push you any more than he has too. not enough to ruin your sanity - you just sorta get used to it. you wonder if maybe yuuji's starting to get bored of it too, so you move on with your life. you continue down the beaten path that is university, almost peaceful.
it's only inevitable that in one of your classes, you encounter someone that you find yourself interested in. it's not anything you think that hard about. his name is haru and he's a year your senior in your physics class and he plays on the same team as yuuji - and he's a really, really nice guy.
for a while, it almost seems like it's gonna work out. you even go on a few dates, and he talks to you about your interests and he's just so painfully nice to you. you're hopeful for the first time in a long time. and haru's a popular guy, so word gets out pretty fast that you two are kinda sort of a thing.
ah.. the first real mistake you've made. for itadori yuuji who acts almost only on impulse, and lacks motive - a lot of things don't click for him until they do. a lot of the things he does, his actions or motivations, don't have a direct correlation to his thoughts. he just does what feels right to him and does that with unnerving confidence - and every single time it works out miserably well.
so when word gets out of your little encounter, you're really not thinking twice about itadori. why would you, anyways? you're around someone who seems kind to you, and sure - he doesn't give you butterflies, but he's nice at least. you don't think about the little feeling of disappointment when he shows you such sweet affection, and you ignore the sinking feeling for as long as you can. you're pretty convinced itadori doesn't care. he doesn't think he cares either.
he thinks that until he's in the locker room that day and haru opens his mouth about you. he's always been a mostly good guy. yuuji thinks he's kind of a dick, but not enough to resent him. when he comes into the locker room, describing the girl that he's interested in - yuuji nods along absently to the conversation. it's a little vulgar, but pretty normal for the stuff he hears in here.
another one of his teammates prompts the inevitable question, who exactly haru is talking about. he says a girl from his physics class and then he says your name - crystal clear. it's brief but he hears it and he proceeds to talk about how he's gonna try and sleep with you. something inside of yuuji just snaps like the tension in his body reels and before he knows it - he practically storming out of the locker room. damp skin and just barely together. he can't think about anything than rushing to you and demanding an explanation. he runs to you with a swiftness
only minutes later and you hear a knock at your dorm. you think maybe it's your roommate - forgotten something even though she's set to be at her boyfriends all weekend. your eyes are bleary from the long afternoon of studying, so when you open the door - the last thing you're expecting is itadori yuuji. all wet-hair and frustrated eyes, standing in front of your dorm.
you sputter at the sight of him. you've been seeing him less and less - and you can't tell if that gut-wrenching feeling in your be lly is butterflies or fear. either way, you swallow and gasp at the sight of him. he doesn't bother asking to be let in , just shoves past you as he presses forward. when he's in, he makes you shut the door before towering directly over you.
his brown eyes have that dangerous edge to him that you've only ever seen once or twice when he's on the field. he's so in your space, the first thing you think to do is press your hands to his chest.
"what are you doing?" you stress. he ignores you, almost glaring at your expression. he seems icy, both mad and not. you can't help but feel small.
your hands are weak on his chest, god you've never even realized how strong he is. you always knew from how he treats you, always knocks you around more than you understand.
"you know, i just wanted to teach you something," he almost sounds amused. the exasperated tone of his voice sends your body reeling, and you swallow thickly.
"about how to treat strangers. i wanted to apology, but i thought, you know - maybe she doesn't understand what im getting at,"
"itadori?"
"it's pretty simple right? it's just an apology - real easy,"
"itadori, what are you even talking about?"
and he pauses, stares at you a little harder. you can see a vein in his neck. something about the way he looks at you, that harshness in his eyes. everything about it makes you shudder, and suddenly he's grabbing your hands, pinning you to your door with a soft gasp in his chest.
"block haru off of your phone," he practically demands. suddenly everything goes still and you blink at him, shocked.
"h-haru? is that what this is about?"
"he was talking about you in the locker room. i didn't like it,"
"and you want me to block him? why?"
"if you want attention, you should be getting it from me. aren't you supposed to be smart?"
you ignore his comment, just staring blankly at him. all of it is too much for you, and you can't help but question again.
"from you?"
"i should be the only one you need. is it cause i haven't been seeing you as much? is that it?"
"itadori," you repeat, exasperated. he shakes his head, frustrated, angry.
"yuuji. call me yuuji,"
"i thought you...? i thought you hated me? isn't that why you've been teasing me?"
he has the audacity to look confused.
"i was just trying to teach you a lesson about being nice. you still don't understand,"
there's an edge of genuine frustration to all of it. you don't know how to feel. here he is, itadori yuuji in the flesh, saying that he never hated you.
"i almost punched haru in the mouth when he talked about you today," yuuji explains, absent, like it's the most obvious thing in the world "you don't want that so just block him and make it easy. but you have to give me something since you made me mad,"
"why're you mad at me?"
"for being around haru, obviously. i just realized it myself that it makes me mad, but whatever. that means you owe me something i think,"
"w..what do you want?"
that's how you end up, on a tuesday evening with itadori stuffing you full of his cock in your little twin size mattress. that's what he told you he wanted. you gave him those big starry eyes of confusion you always do but he managed to get you to do it anways. you were supposed to be studying, doing work
but now itadori has you folded up into the worlds meanest mating press. he's terribly strong, so much bigger than you in every way imaginable. his broad chest looks over your entire figure. your legs are kicked up weakly in the air as itadori fucks inot you with this impossible force. the weight of his cock feels heavy inside you - almost like he's in your lung
nothing makes sense to you. not a single thought in your head can wrap around the situation - of itadoris cock stirring against your cervix. the head big and mean and impossible thick, curved up to rub inside of you with so much of a gasp. the way he's hold your legs up so that you can't move. none of it is calculated or well-thought out.
but god is it humiliating, the stupidly whiny sound that leaves your mouth as he peels his hips back before fucking into you so hard the mattress ricochets. you can hear the way your headboard knocks into the wall, the loud moan that yuuji that comes deep from his chest as his fat cock knocks against your walls like a punishment. if you weren't so ridiculously wet over it, you're sure you'd be crying.
"this is your punishment, okay?" itadori huffs, pinning you down as he cock pounds into you relentlessly "you're gonna - shit - take all of it until you get it. im teaching you okay?"
it all feels like nonsense coming out of his mouth. you're still not sure you get it. all you can feel is the impossible size and stretch - how your cunt flutters around the thickness. how it hits the same spot over and over, makes you cum all over yourself and on him. the mess it leaves on your sheets, inconsiderate. you still don't understand the point he's trying to get across.
"who's pussy is this?"
it clicks then, that yuuji has only ever had one intention which is making sure you belong to him - almost like an object, a toy. but you're so enamored by it, you can't help but give in. you mewl.
➳ tags ;; improper bdsm practices (pls discuss smth like this fr w ur partner), 18+, fem!reader, heavy petplay (crawling, commands, collar and leash), the petnames pet and puppy used once, oral (f!recieving), fingering, multiple orgasms, porn with plot, squirting, unprotected sex, humilation a little bit, gojo is a menace to society, alcohol, praise, “good girl”, gojo is a little obsessive, mutually bad at feelings, a confession at the end. lmk if i missed anything!!!
➳ wc ;; 8.7k (im sick. im so sick)
➳ a/n ;; the gojo brainrot has been fucking insane. also very lazy banner, lemme live. special thanks to @katonshoko who is the only reason my fics r readable. love u
➳ synopsis ;; gojo satoru has been your mentor for 4 whole years and not once has he uttered a word of praise for you. it bugs you. you know it shouldn’t.
Gojo Satoru has never been easy to read.
Well.. kinda.
You would say for the most part, he’s hard to read in the sense - he’s unpredictable. He doesn’t follow routine and he hardly does what people expect of him. It’s hard to know his next move and it’s even harder to try and place any reason on his actions. At least for the average person - nothing he does makes sense.
But, you’ve been under his mentorship for the better part of three years. After years of following him around in missions and in general - you understand some things very well. For example - the fact that he’s more often than not calculating even his most ridiculous move. Gojo is hardly thoughtless. Part of it is chaos, but a larger part of it is an eye for the bigger picture. It’s all thought-out carefully.
You know that. You know he never does things without thinking about them, and that things only seem reckless because Gojo lives without consequence. Being a sorcerer, religion is lost on you - but you think Gojo would be on the average person’s radar as some kind of higher power. He has a bad habit of ignoring other people’s agency unless it has to do with whether they’ll live through something he does. He doesn’t enjoy unnecessary tragedy and his god complex is more like an overpowered savior complex than anything else.
You don’t know much about him other than what he tells you, his whole life shrouded in mystery but he has a hatred for all things related to the major clans and an overwhelming urge to make sure that he doesn’t die before he fulfills whatever he believes is his duty. You know he’s the strongest, the most powerful - but you can’t help but find his life to be a little too tragic. Stories of his past are told too casually, and you force a laugh out of sympathy that Gojo seems to appreciate. He doesn’t like thinking about it either.
Decidedly, knowing him the way you do, you’re lenient with him. You fell into being his apprentice after learning the visions you saw were curses and you’d been exercising them for years. It was all very circumstantial and sudden - most things in the sorcerer’s world are. Given your innate abilities - you figured you’d just be doing some low-level work and going about your life. They’d give you simple training and then that’d be that. You’d already been risking your life and knowing the danger, so your circumstances were a bit different from the rest.
You still remember the conversation you’d had with Principal Yaga who offered you the position, and how in the direct aftermath - you had bumped into Gojo in the hallway. He was tall and much broader than his clothes seemed to show given the force of it. You remember very distinctly that he took one look at you, and promptly told the principal you would be under his care. It had shocked you so much you almost choked on your own spit. Worse, the Principal protested but ultimately didn’t refuse.
And at the very end, Gojo comes back and shakes your hand with a bright smile and an impishness to him.
“Nice to meet you, Apprentice. I’m Gojo Satoru and I’m the strongest.”
You would argue since that very moment - your relationship to Gojo had been exceedingly complicated.
when you download Dress Up Time Princess to be ironic but the storylines are actually really engaging and now you’re trying to figure out how to bone famous french general Marquis de Lafayette
contains: somnophilia, masturbation, a touch-starved dabi, nnn (yes im aware its dec)
Note: okay okay, i know i’m cheating. i’m not supposed to be writing but i couldn’t resist. i honestly don’t even know what this is. i had like 3 directions but threw it into a halfassed fourth.
don’t look at me *hiss*
it’s eerily quiet. as expected late at night. sleep’s found itself evading dabi who lies still beside you. he tries to find some sort of way to help his restless mind cease but fails miserably. retracting the days events didn’t help, even going as far as to count was a futile effort. he gets sidetracked at the 37 rings to the sound of a deep sigh. he turns, leaning on his elbow to face you.
when his sight adjusts he gazes over your sleeping form. you’re facing away from him, ass jutted out inches away. his eyes follow the curve of your hip, the way your knee is positioned higher than the other. cheeky girl, even unconscious, you’re driving him mad. tonight you wear an oversized t-shirt, nothing underneath but your cute little panties— tease.
he remembers the downward curve of your lips when he teased you about them earlier. the way you shivered as his fingertips caressed your hips. you wanted to give in so bad, it was all over your face. in the tiny little buck of your hips when his lips connected with your neck. in your pitiful whine when he pressed himself up against you. he almost had you…but not quite.
“you’re not off the hook yet,” you had chuckled before pulling away. you had given him a chaste kiss before dancing out of his grasp.
now your slumbering form is unaware of the soft schlicks coming from behind you. naive and unknowing to the shameless thoughts running rampant through the man’s mind. he inches his sweats down further; looking down he can see the way the small silver orbs of his piercings glint against the inking moonlight through the window. his arousal beads up at the tip before his thumb swipes it away, his palm them dragging the moisture down his hard cock making him shudder a bit.
dabi groans as he pushes your shirt up higher. if he leans in close enough he can see the way the cotton material clings to your puffy outer lips.
your conditions were stupid. when you first introduced the challenge to him the second week, he laughed. real funny. but you laughed too…and yet you were serious. he’s been putting the biggest part of his sanity on hold for you. when did he become so soft?
your tired grumbles don’t go unnoticed by his ear. he shifts until he’s pressing up against your rear, his head propped on a hand, his elbow mashing against the pillows. he steadies his palm on his cock, not ready yet. his lips brush your neck, your ear, leaving the softest of kisses on your cheek.
it started off fine. he could do this. it was only about three weeks right? all he had to do was not think of anything remotely exciting. but then you had to make it harder. walking around in nothing but his shirts, fluttering your lashes up at him, talking to him with a purr in your tone. by day eight he was losing it. when you brushed up against him in the kitchen on day twenty-one, he caved in, locking himself in the bathroom to jack off. oh, was it cheating? so what. on the twenty-ninth day, he was so out of it. his mind only plagued by what the hell he was gonna do you when it was over.
he presses further until he’s almost aligned with the cleft of your ass. this’ll work. it starts with a small roll of his hips, one that causes your t-shirt to ride a bit. he moves it out of the way, the fabric a nuisance. he opts for the frilly feel of your panties instead.
he tries not to be loud, really he does but the way you’re sighing and shifting, it only makes the blood rush straight to his dick and his groans louder. only he doesn’t mean to dig his nails that deep into your side. you stir seconds later, letting out unintelligible whimpers before blinking awake.
“uhn…dabi what’re-”
“shhh, its nothin’ go back to sleep,” but its not nothing, you could feel something hot and hard rubbing against your ass, his hand heavily cinching your waist to hold you in place. you’re awake now but it doesn’t matter, he’s not done. just hold still for a little while longer. fortunately, you comply, you teeth worrying your lip as you tremble before him.
he moves closer as if he’s wanting to become one. his desperation would’ve been funny had it been any other circumstance. one where he isn’t waking you up by rutting against your body like a mutt. you turn over and dabi shifts until he’s fully on top of you, his cock heavily resting on your thigh. you make the mistake of looking up at him. the way his eyes catches on what little pale light was in the room made him look inhuman. his usually piercing blue eyes, dark. he buries his face in your neck, inhales your clean scent. he feels a bit of shame but with how your soft plush thighs feel against his hard cock, he doesn’t let himself dwell on it. his hips began to move, slow at first to feel the sensation of you against him.
wetness oozes onto your skin, the sticky texture unmistakably his arousal. you dare not move as he continued to drag his cock along your thigh, the apex between your own legs beginning to clench and drool. the sounds he makes right next to your ear were breathless and sinful, desperation dripping in every whine. his lips messily sought out your own, the exchange a clash of lips, teeth and drool. he’s in between your legs now, cock grinding against your clothed cunny. you can’t help but mewl as he presses further, one of the metal balls on his ladder catching against your clit.
“dabi…”
“I’m almost-fuck,” his hips gain momentum, he’s full on humping you as if he’s actually inside. the friction is delicious on both ends—he hits an angle and your bud rubs against him again. it isn’t until your hips jut up to chase him and his reckless thrusts when he shudders to a halt. dabi stills, licking at the corner of your mouth before placing a quick kiss.
he falls back on his side of the bed, his softening cock pressing against the waistband of his sweats, a cocky grin on his face.
“you couldn’t just wait?” you hiss in the darkness once your heart steadied.
“its your fault for making me do your dumbass challenge anyway.” he leans in closer, warmth tickling your ear. “and honestly, i could’ve done a whole lot worse.”
you shy away, warmth flooding you face and tummy at his words.
“besides you were askin’ for it doll with this sorry excuse of sleepwear. look you’re even wearing my favorite panties. special occasions and all that right?”you scoff, rolling your eyes. you get up, and as you walk to the bathroom, you can hear dabi’s low chuckles. not only did he make a mess out of you but left you needy for more, an itch he purposely dodged. you wonder if it was payback for these past two weeks leaving him unsatisfied.
from the bed, dabi glances at his phone, smiling as his hand wraps around his cock again. after weeks of enduring your stupid challenge it’s time for his game.
getting fucked stupid by boys who actually are stupid
Description: just sweet dumb boys who live for making their girl cum over, and over, and over again. himbo counterpart to ”boys who’ll fuck you stupid”
Characters: bokuto, kageyama, goshiki
Warnings: explicit smut - dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, crying, this counts as some form of dumbification ig??
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Bokuto → when Bokuto loves, he does it with every fiber of his being. he adores you.
and he especially adores making you feel good.
he’s pretty okay at staying in control when he has to focus on touching you. curious eyes drink in how your hand gingerly guides his larger, rougher one down between your legs, darting up abruptly when he catches the sharp hitch in your breath as his calloused fingers make contact with your sticky center.
the corners of his lips perk up into a wolfish grin when you cling to his side, trembling arms looping around his strong neck as you beg him to kiss you.
he’s still somewhat alright, but significantly less collected when he’s got your thighs thrown over his shoulders, his face buried in your cunt. he manages to stay focused and listen out for your instructions, but he can’t help getting just a little too enthusiastic with his pace.
and then suddenly, he’s got the condom on, and you’re laying back expectantly, waiting for him to resume his position on top of you. there’s a nervous gulp of his throat, a few shaky movements as he crawls back above you, one shy kiss as he nudges the blunt head of his dick past your slit.
and just like that, it’s all gone.
you’re whimpering into his ear, and he can vaguely make out the bite of your nails into the skin on his back, but, fuck, fuck- you’re so fucking tight, and everything feels too rushed, too dizzying, and, and-
god, it’s worse when he opens his eyes because you’re so pretty, the sensation of your pebbled nipples rubbing up against his hard chest feels fucking amazing, and he doesn’t even realize he’s subconsciously shifting the thrust of his hips to reach deeper into you.
when Bokuto loves, he does it with every fiber of his being.
passionate, free and uncontrolled.
Kageyama → you’re just so pretty. he’s always thought so, right from the moment he first saw you.
but god, you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re under him, with your eyes screwed shut and your head thrown back in bliss. nothing could ever compare to the sight of you squirming around, fingers digging into his moving arm as you break out into pleading whimpers, “there! fuck, righ- right there, Tobio, god- please please please do that again!”
he’s painfully fastidious, sharp, blue eyes following every one of your movements, every heave of your chest as you cry out in bliss. he files these details into permanent memory; the sharpening of your moans as he presses his palm harder against your clit, and how the furrow in your brows deepens when he curls his fingers just right.
it’s a dangerous game. because now, he’s not stopping until he’s satisfied. the way you moaned just now, after he’d just made you cum - weren’t you louder last time? and only last week, when he’d fucked you so hard, you sobbed into his chest for a whole 20 minutes afterwards - he could do that again, couldn’t he?
of course he could.
yeah, yeah - all he has to do is angle his fingers a little sharper, probe further so he can find that spongy spot inside you that makes you yelp, and then do it again, and again, and again, until you’re seeing stars. there’s no point half-assing it when he knows what you look like when you’re really fucked out.
he can do better. he can make you feel better. he knows he can.
Goshiki → it’s almost like every moment is about him proving himself. to whom, you’re still not sure.
it’s got something to do with all those years of overhearing hushed conversations between his upperclassmen - first from Tendou back during his Shiratorizawa days, and even now in the Green Rockets, between Kiryu and some of the other older guys. they’re giddied, and really not quiet enough as they ramble on and on about how good it feels making their girls cum.
he wants to do that. Goshiki wants to do that for you.
that’s all he has in mind as he presses his tongue deeper into the slicked velvet of your folds, lapping faster and faster at your swollen clit. he’s so one-tracked in his focus, obliviously zoning in on the addictive bliss that is having your thighs wrapped around his head, that he completely misses how you’ve already orgasmed one-two-three times now.
he grunts at the shaky fingers that tug at his hair and pulls away momentarily, moving his hand to rub against the side of your thigh in a circled motions that are probably meant to placate you. “only a little more, baby, please! just wanna take care of my girl. just gotta make you cum first.”
it’s actually kinda funny… because even when your mind isn’t completely fucked out beyond coherent thought, you don’t think you can remember a time he’s ever not made you cum.
(honourable mentions: Hinata, Koganegawa, Tanaka, Lev, Gao)
Matchup for HXH and BNHA. Medium length wavy, black hair and thick eyebrows. My eyes are almond shaped and dark brown, have long eyelashes, full lips and sharp nose, sharp jawline, dimples. I am tanned and skinny (underweight), thick thighs, small boobs. I wear glasses and have multi-piercings.
Hunter x Hunter : I think you would look good with Kurapika Kurta!
My Hero Academia : I think you would look good with Keigo Takami!
* signifies the character i think would look the best with you.
When he came home, you welcomed him with a perfect balance of tranquility and excitement.
“Dinner’s on the cooker.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his hands settled on your hips. Gojo kissed you with awe and relief, finally home, and when he tried to deepen it you pulled away. “I drew you a bath, so everything should be ready by the time you’re out.”
Not lingering on the interrupted kiss, he pressed another to your forehead and cooed: “Did I tell you I love you?”
He did this morning, under the covers, over breakfast, at the front door, on the phone — and before, and after, and sempiternally. Even then, you answered: “Not enough,” and you weren’t lying.
“I must’ve been a bodhisattva in my last life to deserve you.” Tightening his grip, he twirled you aloft and lowered you on the very tip of your toes so you couldn’t stand without anchoring yourself to him.
“All right, oh enlightened one.” You kissed him a final time before tearing him off. “Get your stinky uniform in the wash and your ass in the bath. You’re tracking blood everywhere.”
i saw your follow and wanted to drop in to say hi 😼 wanna be friends? jk ahaha......unless? 👀
yes please 🤩 ill preface by saying that i’m a trash person and you’ll get sick of my bullshit eventually but until then i need some spice in my life baby 😼😼
i was gonna start writing for great pretender but maybe i should just give my requests to you because i CANNOT do great pretender justice like you 🥺🥺 imagine having so much talent 🤯
I LITERALLY- I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT I WAS IM SINGERS CLASS AND EDAMURA’S SMILEY FACE WAS TAKING ALL MY ATTENTION LIKE 🥺🥺 PLEASE LET ME FOCUS SIR
Anyway real people aren’t your playthings to ship and write nsfw of. There’s a line between just having fun and being incredibly disgusting and a lot of u cross that line too often.
Don’t treat real people like fictional characters and make them do nasty shit for ur own pleasure. Real life people have told fans multiple times that they don’t like being shipped with other people and I doubt they’d be okay with porn written about them. (Like Buzzfeed Unsolved for example. The two guys running it have had to make an announcement saying that they weren’t comfortable with that ship shit)
If I found out someone was writing porn about me, I’d attack them immediately. This shit has ruined/almost ruined friendships before. Don’t do this shit.
U can reblog this if u want though I encourage u to do so bc people really need to have this drilled into their skulls
SOME PEOPLE ON THIS BLOG TREAT U LIKE DOODOO AND I DON’T WANNA BE ONE OF THEM I HAVE SO MUCH RESPECT FOR YOU CONSIDERING WE’RE THE SAME AGE LIKE GENUINELY I CAN WAIT!!
I'm sorry did i see it right ? You accept great pretender request ?! I need me some laurent thierry 😍
i do! i accept specific requests (this goes for all the fandoms i write for), so if you wanna ask for something please give me some sauce to work with :)
example of what not to do: “edamura x reader fluff, please!”
example of something i’d accept (and am in the process of writing at the moment): edamura x reader fluff, please! maybe you help out on a con because you’re Laurent’s (adopted) sister, and Makoto immediately gets all soft and shy because he thinks your this cool sexy girl he doesn’t have chance with, so you have to ask him out and it’s super cute!”
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