okay... I don't know if this uploading speed will stay the same but heyy we ball
Pairing: Yeo Wonyoung x fem!Reader
Synopsis: You were Wonyoungs right hand, anything she’d ask you’d provide. Ever so desperately in need of money, you hid your secondary gender or so you thought.
Uhm so this will end up being a three-five ch wip
Tw's: Omegaverse, mentions of violence, sad backstories, possessive! Wonyoung
Word Count: 1,391
Your hands healed up just fine with the weeks to come by. It was nothing too serious yet Wonyoung only had you accompany her to shake down debtors rather than do anything you thought would be useful.
It was hard to make sense of why she did this. Was it just to parade you around and tell others that she owned you? Was it to make an example out of you? They could be the next if they didn’t cough up enough cash. You grit your teeth at the thought. This was humiliating but it was just like Wonyoung to not think of anyone but herself. You're snapped out of your thoughts when a presence slouches right next to you.
Next to being used loosely here. Her body was practically leaning on you as her legs ayed on the couch. She readjusted, hugging your waist with her head in your lap. You went from lost in thought inspecting your hands to sitting up right on the edge of the couch in her office. You're engulfed with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla. It was so intoxicating you're sure the others smelt it too and were unsure how they managed to keep their minds clear when you were always barely hanging on.
“they have me working like a dog… come onnn feel bad for meee”
She pouts nuzzling into your waist at times like these it was difficult to discern who was the older one. You try to suppress a sigh or the ache that came from actually feeling bad for her. It was like she did this on purpose and the thought made you grit your teeth again. Great. Another thing to be envious about. Dominant alphas didn’t need to care about their scent leaking out.
The scent was so dizzying; you could tell she must’ve been extra tired because her scent actually felt different. You don’t know when your hand went to her forehead or even when you let a breath out and absent-mindedly brushed your fingers through her scalp. It was just something you’d want done to yourself when you were going through it. You realized your actions but it was too late to pull away… it didn’t mean you still wouldn’t try though.
Wonyoungs eyes went wide for a split moment then that shit eating grin took place of surprise way too quickly for your liking. She grabbed onto your wrist before you could pull away. She was so sure that with one hand she could probably hold both of them down if need be.
“Don’t stop now darling~”
Fighting back would’ve been avoided if this was the first thing on your mind. You knew there was no use struggling against her even if she thought you were a beta, the strength difference was always so clear. However, the first thing on your mind was how cool her hand had felt against your warm skin. Her cheeky little nicknames still made your heart stutter even while knowing she said them just to tease you. So instead of not struggling like usual you may have tried a bit harder to tug your wrist away.
“Oooh your feeling feisty today hmm?”
It was your own fault really, when she held it down tight enough to leave a mark. Wonyoungs eyes glinted for a split moment. The thought of her mark being on you…. The moment you let your hand go limp. It felt victorious to her. Was she going in rut soon? With you she could never tell. The faint pink on your cheeks god she just wanted to see if every part of you would blush like that.
“Shut your trap”
You could feel the heat on your cheeks quickly moving your hand to her eyes. You try to play off the embarrassment and hope she couldn’t have noticed. She always pushes your buttons to the point where you end up talking as a way to overcompensate like an idiot.
She pries your hand off of her eyes, holding it up to her eyes and kneading at your fingers. You don’t even bother at this point not even realizing how you were slumping into the cushions of the couch or when your jaw unclenched. You lean back staring up at the wall. The moment… content.
Content in a way that unsettled you, how long could you go skirting by like this? Just barely containing yourself with suppressants? Dancing around the topic of your secondary gender and around the way everyday blurred the lines of this being a transaction exchange? Where the only person benefiting was her. But was it really just her?
Maybe you’d been more tired than you let on. Your eyes were already closing the suppressants really were taking a toll on your body. Still you’d been struggling with sleep for days so why now? Like most things with Wonyoung there was no fighting this feeling so you let it take over.
She stares at you as she puts your hand down. You looked so peaceful. So ethereal. She gets a good look at you noticing the cigarette tucked by your ear– your right ear. She tries– really tries hard to suppress a smile. Even if it wasn’t a flower anymore you still remembered what she had told you. You still kept in mind the idle conversations she’d enjoyed so much.
“You know a flower on the right ear means single right? And it's bad luck to lie~”
“What no way?! I've had it like this for years! I didn’t know I swear!”
“I’ll switch it right now! You think it’ll reverse itself?”
Wonyoung doesn’t know why she lied about being a door to door saleswoman the moment she met your eyes back then. Her and Taeju were already known all over for being ruthless debt collectors. She thought she liked it that way. Maybe it was the pretty red flower that drew her in or the smile that matched the sweet floral scent you carried. For once shaking someone down was the last thing on her mind. Clearly because she sat there and had the tea you’d poured for her. The red color matching that pretty flower.
It went on like that for a bit well until she had to actually shake your parents down to pay up. They kept taking more and more. No it wasn’t because they’d let on about you scraping together cash for them. Or how she noticed the bags under your eyes from overworking yourself. It totally didn’t rub her the wrong way when they would shamelessly use your money to pay off some of the debt before going back in to ask for more.
How could they disregard such a sweet little thing? She’d known that you were an omega the second she’d laid eyes on you. It was just so fun watching you hide it. After your parents had unapologetically “offered” you to her she was even more elated to have you in the palm of her hand. If it was that easy she would’ve snatched you up years ago.
She was frustrated not understanding why you would hate her. Why were you mad at her when you were no longer working to the bone anymore? She didn’t get your tears on the day your parents laid everything out. If anything, shouldn't you be thanking her for getting you out of there the moment things were about to get violent? She keeps you safe here. Don’t you know that? It took everything in her to hold back.
She wants you to be the one to come to her. Wonyoung was never patient with anything though and you god your presence just tested her patience everyday. This atmosphere was stilling though. She was getting hungrier. She wanted more of everything you could give her. She doesn’t just want to claim you, she wants to devour you.
The glint in her eyes returns and her lip darts out to quell her all of a sudden dry lips. She raises her hand to gently stroke your cheek. Then you let out that sigh... God the way your breath fanned her calloused hands. Her thumb teases your lower lip. She has to remind herself to be patient when your tongue slips out brushing the tip of her thumb.
So close to pouncing the second she slips her thumb in the side of your mouth. Your mouth was sooooo warm. So soft. So plush. Wonyoung presses her finger on your tongue. You stir and she pulls back eyes widening a bit at the suddenness. You just shift positions letting out another sigh.
Wonyoung sits up allowing your head to rest on her shoulder chuckling at herself for being so lovesick. That was close… too close. She needs to speed things up. You would never admit your feelings on your own and who would Wonyoung be if she didn’t make things easier for you?
annndddd i blanked teeheee I have a story playing out in my little noggin though. I'm nervous about writing smut. Can you believe that I genuinely do research on smut? Like dear lord. My search history is SCRUBBED i tell you. SCRUBBED. Hmm I feel like Wonyoung would have toxic yandere tendencies her and Taeju are cut from similar cloths after all.
I'm enjoying writing so far plus I think the world needs more yearning wlw set ups. (also more Wonyoung x reader in general) The next thing i'll probably write is loki (Fairy Tail) x reader or maybe another toji x reader mm not too sure yet you know honestly a sebastian michaelis x reader could be a super interesting write too. I'm indecisive ughhh
Anyway I really hope you all enjoyed and as always constructive criticism and feedback is always appreciated!!
Am I still allowed back on here? Sorry for being gone… if it helps I missed you guys! Sorry to drop in with a niche fic and like usual I'm late to the party cause pride month is wayyy over but I read low tide in twilight and god i wish we got a wlw side story with Wonyoung ); It kept nagging my brain. Enjoy my loves!
Pairing: Yeo Wonyoung x fem!Reader
Synopsis: You were Wonyoungs right hand, anything she’d ask you’d provide. Ever so desperately in need of money, you hid your secondary gender or so you thought.
Uhm i might make this a three chapter wip kind of thing not sure
Tw's: Omegaverse, mentions of violence, sad backstories
Word Count: 1058
Yeo.
Wonyoung.
Yeo…. Wonyoung.
The name repeats in your mind like a song that repeats over and over until you manage to remember its title. You lean your back against the wall of some fucking casino and untuck the cigarette from behind your ear, lighting it with bloodied knuckles. A spot that once held the scent of fresh hibiscus flowers now holding the wretched scent of tobacco. You let the smoke curl around your lips the bitter memory of a once happy family dissipating with the smoke.
You look up at the sinking sun. The pretty orange hue– so close to being engulfed by blue and purple. It was as if its peaceful beauty was mocking you. You tuck another behind your ears; call it muscle memory or addiction, you couldn’t bother with technicalities. If you had time to reminisce over shitty family you’d likely need an entire pack to quell things you didn’t want to speak about.
Annoyingly, Wonyoung never fails to remind you of the pretty flower you’d always had tucked behind your ear back then. Way back when you were freshly eighteen and still too naive to know how deep in debt your family had been to the Yeo’s.
You could sense the business was failing when dad got angrier… when the distaste for your secondary gender went from thought to loudly spoken. When tender gestures became replaced with violence. When beer became more commonplace in the fridge than water. You weren’t naive enough to assume your secondary gender as an omega would never pose you any challenge or maybe it was naivety that made you think if you tried hard enough you secondary gender would never need to be known to anyone.
It was hibiscus. The flower. It's not only her reminder that has you keeping this habit up but the fact she always questions if it really was a hibiscus flower. The back and forth made you question yourself until you remember you weren't on suppressants then. Her claims of it not smelling the same could’ve been the fact she wasn’t just smelling floral. It’s in those moments where she is so strangely perspective that you truly feel fear. She’s so close to hitting the nail on the head yet drops the subject all together as if she can sense the fear that creeps up so deep inside you. A fear you thought you’d masked so well by saying something along the lines of ‘well scents can change’.
It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, looking back at the conversations with Wonyoung from all those years ago. Her, in her button down sleeves rolled up to her elbows , the first few buttons undone. The image remains vivid in your mind because it isn’t any different from the present moment. You near the end of your cigarette when you feel a gaze on you– her gaze. You didn't need to face her to see the shit eating grin she was wearing. It’s easy to assume she ended up getting her pay out.
“What’re you waitin out here for? Hmm?”
You don’t respond, putting your cigarette out being the wall making your way over to her. It was short enough to wear your fingertips burned a bit. The pain was welcomed. You needed to get out of that headspace. The reminiscing led to vulnerability you had no time for if you wanted to keep up with the debt…with her.
“Didn’t want to see what I’d done to them?”
She tilts her head tone as teasing as ever until her eyes tilt down to your hand. Her eyes narrow for just a moment, her expression lacking that playfulness for a moment so quick you were sure you'd imagined it if you weren't sober. It was a look you’d rarely seen but one she’d given your parents when they offered you up as a last resort to relieve their debt.
“Should’ve told me they roughed you up…”
Wonyoung mutters as she puts her arm on your shoulder, having you walk in step with her. You’re unable to see her expression as she keeps you close, both hands occupied with you. One keeps you close as the other holds your bruised and slightly burnt hand. Inspecting. She always did this. Got too close in ways that were confusingly tender in ways that made your chest warm.
Moments like these made you glad to have enough pocket money to purchase suppressants. Suppressants worked to mask your scent at the cost of your physical well being. Others ability to smell you may have been snubbed out but your ability to smell them of course remained. You could only ever remember her scent though. It’s so distinct and unique like a woody vanilla. The rich and dark kind where even the slightest bit too much could leave anyone intoxicated.
“ It wasn’t them, I just got… carried away”
You didn’t want to admit that the suppressants were starting to show signs of wear on your body. You ignored the growing fatigue, the way you accidentally ended up pulling your punches or maybe even the more obvious fact of the recommended dosage not being enough anymore.
Her fingers still for a fraction of a second going from rubbing your knuckles to your fingertips as if analyzing each wound deeply. You could hear the click of her tongue as if she’s agitated for you. You didn’t get it. There was nothing for her to be upset over. You were doing your job as her right hand paying back every cent of what you owed. She should be happy you're trying so hard.
“We’re taking the day off tomorrow… I’ve just decided I want to go out for some roast beef hmm maybe even a drink”
The more entangled you and Wonyoung got, the more moments there were of where you'd felt envious of her. Not even just her secondary gender as a dominant alpha. It was her closeness to her family. Her stupid charisma… God how people flocked to her– offered themselves to her. She has options. Choice. She had the ability to choose along with the ability to create.
Wonyoung could have her cake and devour it all at once without a care in the world. You were just the waiter that got to watch her enjoy her meal with another plate prepared ready in hand to supply her whenever shed asked.
Anddddddd shes tired.... Im sorry this was so short. Im sorry this is so niche as well. Ill try to write a jjk fanfic eventually...or whatever mainstream anime peaks my intrest in due time.
I really wanted to just put something out there to get back into the loop. This feels like old 2010 deviantart fanfiction. Which I may have to go back to with the SHEER LACK of FairyTail fanfics I see. Like where is my Loki in his celestial form fanfiction hmm?? A classmate once reminded me that to be seen is to be cringe and to be cringe is to be free so yeah….
I've been gone mainly because uni killed me and officially becoming an adult is truly one of the most depressing experiences of my life. Just got told I have PDD so my brain just hates me basically but we ball. I really do enjoy creative writing. Just writing has become nerve racking. Im the only one creating this pressure for my writing.. I feel I'm supposed to be good at this and at one point I was (when I wasn’t chronically overthinking and lost with expectations) … oh dear nurse get her she's venting.
This is all a really long, annoying way to say that I will write whatever when I can and I’ll try to catch up on more anime to write more fanfiction. If you want me to write anything specific (on anything really) , just let me know! It's summer and i genuinly do hope to write more. As always constructive criticism and feedback is always appreciated!!
Sorry guys had a bf for like 5 mins broke up with him and now I miss him (I could jus be ovulating idk) Also got hit in the head with a ball today (we love pe <33) any tips to gain back aura? Anyway stay sigma and enjoy
Oh btw this is inspired by literally every Toji smut fic trust I probably read them all (#numberoneTojigooner✋🏼😪😔)
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader
Synopsis: You were the first (and last) person to ever break up with him
👉Im not really sure how to tw but its really just pure smut mhmm 69 pose uhm mating press, praise, he spanks her like one time uhh toji takes more of the assertive role jus lmk if i need to add stuff👈
Word Count: 3,515
“I just don’t think this is working…”
You say immediately darting your gaze elsewhere the split second his emerald gaze interlocks with yours.
Toji had to admit the sudden abruptness had caught him off guard. He's usually the one ending things with his flings yet even then if it ended like this he felt he wouldn’t bat an eye. Why was he so irritated the moment those words left your perfect mouth?
He rakes over your form; from your captivatingly long eyelashes, the way your outfit hugs your divine body, the way your pretty hair frames your face and oh god his favorite… the way you look at him as if he’s the only man alive.
He knows he needs to get a grip. He was not one to beg by any means but damn.
How could you say those words while looking at him like that?
He’d been hesitant to even date you initially but your soft personality that he mistook for a thorn in his side ultimately won him over. When did he begin to think he couldn’t live without you?
That’s when yesterday's events hit him when he officially asked you to move in with him, he almost chuckles at the reminder of the expression you had.. Like a deer caught in the headlights.
He raises a brow, the scar on his lip slightly curving up. Toji was a simple man even in moments like these he knew why you were running and he couldn’t help but find you all the more adorable for it.
“Is that so…”
He drawls out the ending as if what you said was a question and not a statement. He inches closer to you not missing the way you inch back.
Oh he was not having that. His toned arm snakes around your waist as if it were always meant to be there, the space between you both almost nonexistent.
You feel heat rush to the tips of your ears. It’s not that you didn’t like him…if anything you liked him too much it was just nerve racking, you wanted to be with him all the time and when he looked at you like that how could you not want to kiss him.
Toji full on smirks now… he loves it when you get like this. The way your resolve crumbles right in front of him at the slightest touch. The way your face was so easy to read. Your lips move and all he notices is the slight stutter in your voice.
“Y-yes I just don’t…”
You trail off not knowing the right words to express how you feel. How do you explain your breaking up with him because of potential clinginess or fears he could grow tired of you? Words lost as thoughts swirl through your brain.
Toji was never a patient man but for you he really did try. God did he find your overthinking cute most of the time but right now it seriously was pushing that patience he tried so hard to learn for you.
“Don’t what sweetheart?”
He says as his other hand moves to the side of your cheek cradling your jaw sweetly caressing your skin.
You look at him once more, his touch growing distracting. Did he know what he was doing? Did he realize what effect it had on you? Your voice, lower than before as the words escape you before neediness can.
“Just.. don’t want to annoy you..”
The breathiness in your voice wasn’t lost on him and he couldn’t help but finally let the chuckle he’d been holding back escape him. You really were just so cute.
His weary patience had finally snapped his lips melting into yours.
Your eyes widen at the suddenness of his action yet you subconsciously inch closer for more. It was almost as if your body had been begging him to touch you. When he pulls away you have to fight the urge to suppress a whine voice breathy and shocked.
“mnn~ y-you can’t kiss me if I’m breaking up with y—“
He doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence going in for more. His grip around your waist tightens as he pulls you into his chest. Your brain almost forgets what you were saying, lost in the sensation of his tongue taking charge over your mouth, the only reprieve being when he chose to speak.
“If you think your annoyin…just wait till i'm done with you”
Toji was fully captivated by you. He couldn’t help himself roaming the hand on your waist under your shirt. Screw patience if it had you thinking like that. He would make sure all you could think about was him tonight.
“mm~ Toji we shouldn’t—“
God the way you breathily said his name had his cock twitching in his sweats.
“shh lemme think for you pretty”
He says between kisses, hands trailing down your thighs carrying you without a care in the world. His kisses trail down your neck letting out a guttural groan at the way you squirm instinctively wrapping your arms around him.
You're sprawled on the bed and he doesn’t waste a moment before going back to trailing kisses down your neck, hand resuming its place under the hem of your shirt, lifting it up. You make even a plain bra look so sexy… Your flushed cheeks and neck, the way your legs rub together craving more….
Just how could anyone part from this?
“mmm.. perfect…all mine”
Your brain is a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Was it really okay to take things further with him? Be so official? You wanted to harp more on these thoughts but being exposed in front of him led to the forefront of your mind. His declaration had your mind in spirals, pooling to your already drenched core.
“F—ahhh Toji please~”
You had no idea what you were begging for but as his lips trail down your stomach you lift your hips heat rising as he chuckles at your eagerness nonetheless giving you want you asked for removing your bottoms with one swift motion.
“So polite…This wet already baby?”
Toji smirks loving your eagerness, the feeling being more than mutual. He wanted nothing more than to shove his aching cock into your plush walls but you were nowhere near ready to take him. He runs two fingers along the damp fabric intern causing it to rub against your core.
How embarrassing you thought instinctively going to close your legs stopped by his grip on your thighs. You let out a yelp feeling his breath so close to your core mouth agape feeling his hot tongue through the fabric hips bucking into him. You wanted—no needed more—needed him.
“Ahhmn~?! f-ah more~!”
He’d make sure to keep a mental note of just how weak you were to pleasure. Hell he was practically memorizing your body so enticed by just how sweet you were. Toji holds your hips in place pulling your damp panties down to your ankles. He chuckles between your legs tickling your aching heat,
“mmm what an eager little thing…”
You smelled so sweet and he felt his aching cock twitch at the thought of being inside you. Practically begging to feel you but he uses the little restraint he has to tease you a bit more. Licking a stripe up your entrance giving it an oh so sloppy french kiss before looking up at you, his lips glistening with your sweet honey.
“Mmm c’mon pretty tell me you want me..”
The way his tongue was teasing you had you whimpering, unable to suppress your sounds, unable to buck your hips into him because of his grip.
Truth is you wanted it all— everything he could give you but you were scared of that commitment. Hitting you with that in a moment like this showing him all of you..his surprising understanding..his effort.. you nod shakily.
“mmhmm.. wan’ it Toji haa~ need you so bad”
Your voice is so breathy and that’s all he needed to hear before lapping your wet folds as if it were his last meal. He needed to taste you, his tongue moving with crazed skill hitting you just right as the heels of your feet dug into his sheets.
“gah~! Gonna mnnn im~! Please can I?”
Toji maintains eye contact in that moment, letting out a guttural groan pulsing against your aching heat. You asking something so sweet at such a corrupt moment, enabling him with so much power, reminding him just how much you trusted him. He loosens his grip on your hips, hovering over you for what felt like too long now that he got a taste of you.
“fuckk give it to me pretty l-let me mmn taste you~”
And with that his mouth was back on you like some starved animal. You felt right on the edge as his tongue sunk back into your needy cunt hitting just the right spot. Your hands tangled into his raven locks as your back arched off the bed.
“C-cominggg~!! f-ah wai— mnngg!!!”
The gush of your sweet sweet fluids had him weak. He kept at it going through your orgasm. Your mouth forming the cutest ‘o’ shape. Your grip on his hai, almost painful yet Toji never felt more pleasure filled. He doesn’t think anything could compare to the taste of you. Pulling back lips and jaw shamelessly coated and on display with your sweet essence.
Your head was a dazed mess. It’d been a while since you had done it with anyone but after Toji you hope he would be the only and last. You don’t know what came over you, brain too lust filled, hands tracing the band of his sweatpants breath still uneven looking up at him.
“mmm pleasepleaseplease need you so bad Toji..only you f-ah just you”
As the words leave your mouth you sit up kissing his leaky tip through his boxers looking up at his emerald eyes.
“please…~”
Oh
Oh
Oh someone shoot him if he were to ever let you go. Just when did a timid little thing like you learn to do that? It took everything in him not to ram himself into you.
But how could he say no when you looked so perfectly doe eyed all on your hands and knees. He almost forgets you were here supposedly breaking up with him, he could almost laugh if he weren’t so utterly turned on by you.
“your not ready f’r me yet pretty”
He says as he cups your jaw, eyes lighting up as if he came up with the best compromise.
Before you have time to protest he manhandles you so that you're on top of him in only the most shameless of ways. His arms wrap around your thighs pulling your cunt closer as you’re facing his rock hard cock begging to be sprung from his boxers, your cheeks flushing at the lewd position.
“W-wai Toji didn’t mean thi— mmng~!!”
You yelp as his fingers enter your slick cunt. Your mind blanking at the moment he combines that with licking your aching bud.
“Jus giving you what you were beggin for… Don’t tell me you don’t want it, baby?”
He knew what he was doing you thought…But even so you couldn’t not deny his words freeing him from his boxers. Pupils widening at the size and girth of his veiny cock. Hands gripping his thighs when he goes back to stretching you out.
Cheeks painted a fresh crimson as your mouth meets his tip kissing and tasting his salty precum unable to hold back any sound escaping you. You lick a stripe up his curved cock slowly taking in what you could. The side of your mouth stretching at his girth hollowing out your cheeks the best you could.
“fuuuuckkk jus like that pretty… doin so good f’r me”
The praise makes your stomach swirl clenching around his fingers now three going in and out of you. Oh you were such a naughty little thing…so perfect for him. His head lilts back for a moment when you take in his full length the feeling of your warm plush tongue sending waves through him.
“mmm~ atta girl”
You don’t even need to tell him how close you are. He can feel the way you clench around his fingers mouth resuming it’s previous position in a way that has you crying out although the sounds are muffled having your mouth stuffed full, the vibrations making him let out a moan.
Unable to take anymore you lift your head unable to breathe with all the pleasure he was giving you, the praise going straight to your head so close to your second orgasm drool on your chin, cheek on his thigh a moaning mess. A whine escapes you when he pauses his movements brain already half stupid his warm tongue… the thickness of his rough fingers everything felt too much.
“mnn~!”
He could only imagine how out of it you looked already. Maybe he was still frustrated at the notion of the way you would rather break up with him then admit you wanted him.
He wants to push you just a little more.
“ah-ah keep working that pretty little mouth of yours f’r me”
Your voice is breathy and he almost feels bad but just watching your walls twitch at his words —oooh were you such a naughty girl.
“C-cant~… please~”
His hand cups the fat of your ass caressing it and then pressing a reverberating smack!
A warning.
“mnngh~?!!”
Your eyes widen going back to your previous movements, tongue swirling on his plush swollen tip.
He pauses at the way you clench around nothing, your movements so sinful; a stark contrast to how you usually are. You were sooo filthy…absolutely made just for him. It takes everything in him to not finish right then and there as he continues to lap at your sweet honey god you were so addicting.
“Toji~!! not gonna la—ahh~ mmnn~!!”
He didn’t need you to say anything with the way your walls were clenching around his three digits and tongue. Your thighs coated with slick from your first orgasm he groans finding that spot that drives you crazy, his mind melting at the way your moans vibrate around his long thick cock.
His ego wouldn’t let him cum before you, one hand moving to push your head down while the other gripped your thigh replacing his fingers now with his tongue completely.
“Fuuuuuckkkk pretty give it to me~ cum for me”
It’s as if that was all you were waiting for, practically mush at the lack of oxygen from having him hit the back of your throat. He groans, tasting your sweet sweet essence already hooked. He doesn't think anything could compare to the bliss he felt.
“y-yeahhh ….that's my good girl~”
He draws out groaning as he feels himself tip over the edge. Your eyes widen tears falling from your pretty eyes down to your flushed cheeks as you taste his salty cum in your mouth.
“mmpphh—?!”
His grip loosens in your hair tugging you off with a pop! as he laps at your sensitive core. He was a starving man and it’s as if you were the only cure. Feeling your shallow breath on his thigh…it wasn’t a want anymore he needed to be inside you.
With one swift motion he manhandles you so your back hits his mattress as he lines his leaky sensitive tip with your entrance.
Toji takes a moment to bask in just how wrecked you were. The way your wet lashes lazily met his gaze with that sweet expression you’d only ever show him, your flushed cheeks the way your breasts followed every movement of your ragged breath, your glossy lips coated in a mix of light drool and his cum.
You were such… a sight.
“~huff~ need you so bad… please Toji”
The way your voice takes on a broken lilt as if you couldn’t survive without him has Toji wasting no time. Just hearing you he knew the feeling was mutual. He couldn’t wait any longer, slowly sinking his thick mushroom tip through your warm welcoming walls.
If he was no better man he would have bottomed out right then and there. He’s not even half way in yet and your already tensing. He lowers himself kissing your neck.
Toji was never the affectionate type, if it were anyone else he’d ram it in. It was only ever about him and what he felt.
But you…
Oh he’d warship anything that had your name plastered… the way in which you were so giving he now made it his mission to make you feel so good you’d never think of leaving him again. Toji wanted—no needed you in the most primal gut shattering of ways… it was almost pathetic.
He’d already gotten a taste and no way was he pulling out now.. Not when he’s so close to reaching a sense of bliss he himself did not know existed. A bliss teetering so close to being a drug.
And for this very reason he’d found himself taking in your needs first whispering sweet nothings nipping that one spot by
your ear he knew drove you crazy.
“You can take me pretty… doing so ah~ good f’r me”
You whine at the stretch squirming almost instinctively trying to run away. He was just soooo big even after everything it was still a stretch that had your brain going fuzzy again. Tears prickling your eyes with a fresh set as he kissed them away. The pain slowly faded as pure gratification began to sink in.
“Fu~ahh Toji~!!”
He notices the way your face begins to contort with pleasure once he fully enters you and he wasn’t far off either. The way your plush walls that tasted so sweet were hugging and clenching around him had him so close to bottoming out. But no he wanted you both to reach that high one more time.. together.
“Mmmm pussy was jus’ made for me baby~”
Toji says gruffly as he starts to move slowly at first then picking up the pace when your plush walls flutter against him. He holds your thighs up so your knees press against your soft tits. He wasn’t sure if he could ever escape the feeling that you. His scarred lips find yours and lord help him with the way you lazily follow his tongue a mix of whimpers and moans has him.
The moment he isn’t attacking youre kiss swollen lips you're letting out breaths and moans of how he’s “too deep” yet its as if you're begging to milk him for all he’s worth.
“s’ that so? ah~ can’t help it when she’s squeezing me so tighttttt~”
Your brain is a mess you're so beyond overstimulated feeling another orgasm follow along yet you can feel the tenderness within the moment. He was pressing against you in the most tantalizingly practiced of ways. The only thing left in your static filled mind is thoughts of him.
“mnngg~ cu~ahmm gonna cumm”
Before you even say anything he can feel your walls clenching around him in a way that has his mind wrecked. He continued pressing that spot ramming into you as if he were a madman and couldn’t dare to part with you.
“mmm~ ooohh fuck~ gonna cream pie this pussy.. s’ that what you want?”
All you can do is helplessly whimper and nod as your body shudders on the cusp of ecstasy.
He’s practically tipping over the edge himself as he grabs your chin inching closer breath mingling with yours.
“mmm c’mon use your words~”
Your mouth opens and your eyes roll back feeling your orgasm crashing upon you. Your ears pop everything so intense words spilling out of you.
“~!ahhmm yesss f-ah wan’ it ~ need it—need y-you mnng please”
You're a babbling mess and he can’t help but relish in the sight of it.
He’s utterly ruined at your whimpering pleas bottoming out in your sweet inviting walls continuing to thrust as you squeeze him for all he’s worth. The way your walls flutter he can feel your buzzing orgasm only adding to the ecstasy that racked his body and brain.
“fuckkk~ t-take itt yeahhh —fuckkk~ mmm good girl~”
You're both breathless as you shudder feeling the aftermath of your orgasm eyes fighting to stay open as he shifts, placing your legs tenderly on the bed slowly pulling out in a manner that has you letting out a low mewl. He lays next to you planting a slow sensual kiss onto your plush pink lips admiring your marked up figure.
“still wanna end things?”
He says lazily scarred lip twitching in the beginnings of yet another smirk as if daring you to challenge him
You can only let out a light breath before sleep washes over you, still conscious enough to witness him pulling the covers over you both, as his arms securely wrap around you holding the answer to his own question.
Ive never written smut before it's kind of a weird experience to write but so thrilling to read. Hence the lack of posting that and like eight mid-life crisises anyway I hope it was enjoyable for you all as always open to criticism!
Title and fic inspired by the song "Hot" by Cigaretts After Sex
Hiiii so like my dad I guess I’ve become the type to disappear (sorry) uhmm but unlike him at least i came back with something!!(??) ( bad humor is how I cope) I just thought this trope would be better written with Nanami.It just screamed him to me. (So in this I just thought it’d be easier to write reader in as bakery girl. don’t sue me for being lazy.) Anyway I hope you all enjoy! Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Also the first half of this was heavily inspired by Danchou Lucilfers character analysis of Nanami honestly one of the most beautiful and well thought out takes I’ve ever been blessed with the pleasure of reading please check it out!!
Synopsis: Nanami never chased after a purpose yet for some reason it found him and now he finds himself never wanting to let it go. (multiple POV’s)
Word Count: 2,993
The day’s never blurred for Nanami.
Even though he followed the same routine everyday. The usual get up, get ready for work and clock into work just on time.
No more no less.
That’d been his entire four years after quitting the Jujitsu world-- well more like fleeing from it he supposes. It’s something he despised with all his being. He wouldn’t think about that now though. What he would think about is his job. He’d get enough money and live a quiet life once he retired. Just twelve more years. Yes…money….money is all he needed.
He knew both worlds derived on that need for insatiable power and greed but this was the lesser of both evils. Right?
He could do nothing.
He could change nothing.
That very realization is why Nanami never bothered doing more or less than what was expected of him, everything else was out of his control not his problem. It didn’t effect him so why bother?
If everything’s the same then whats the point in trying?
Ironically or out of convenience (take your pick) he found himself straying from his routine today. When the local convenience store stopped carrying his usual sandwich that, he would often eat during his lunch break. It wasn’t something he particularly favored or disfavored it just offered him the satiation he needed. For some reason it just ended up being that particular sandwich.
Thus, how he now found himself going to the local bakery instead. He simply felt it was, as many things were in this life, no different.
The ring of the bell signaling a new customer made you perk up from the counter. Wincing slightly because of an ache on your shoulder, it’d been there for a while.
“Welcome—!”
Your eyes widen in slight. Sure you get business men in here all the time but he… he seemed different. You shake your head pausing when he gets closer. A closer look at him and if you weren’t on the clock you’d be stumbling back. Although now you notice something in his eyes… they were almost dull.
He left so quickly you didn’t get a chance to ask if he was okay.. You’d for sure ask next time…
Nanami didn’t really spare a glance in your direction at first; getting what he needed and putting it on the counter.
It wasn’t until then his eyes narrowed in on you. You were still smiling with.. with that thing clinging to your shoulder? He doesn’t say much beyond what he needs to say paying for his things and leaving. After all it wasn’t his problem.
He would do nothing.
He would change nothing.
Yet when he left he found himself murmuring…
‘Flyhead..’
His eyes widen slightly at his own tone… Why did it sound so.. so.. contemplative? As if he was second guessing the very action’s he’d been doing everyday for the past four years. He brushes it off. No that couldn’t of been it. It wasn’t it. It wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t his concern.
A few days pass and his routine suddenly feel’s more fatiguing than ever. The greed of the corporate world never felt more consuming. He couldn’t help but think back to you. The mental drain starting to take starting to take strain on his physical health—well now in more telling ways anyway. He finds himself back at your bakery during his lunch break.
The bell chime yet again makes you perk up a bit even more so getting a glimpse of blonde hair. He was tall…You rotate your shoulder for what feels like the nth time today—hell even this week. It was starting to get difficult to sleep.
“Wellcome—!”
The first things your eyes draw to are the bags under his eyes. That dull look he had appearing worse than before. You make small talk. It couldn’t hurt right? You offer a smile.
“You must really like these sandwiches huh?”
Nanami looks down at you putting his sandwich on the counter. His eyes (unbeknownst to you) scan your form narrowing in on your shoulder again. It got bigger. It’s feeding off her energy... The question didn’t catch him off guard per se….it’s just.. How could you still smile like that after…— He doesn’t continue that train of thought. He still had time…
“mmm…My local Convenience store stopped carrying them.”
You smile at his response his voice… You felt your cheeks heat in slight. Just what was this late stage puberty kicking in? The romantic craze or something? You remind yourself he’s a customer and more over he doesn’t…right he doesn’t look well… You let out a slight laugh as you replied.
“Well I’m sure we’re better than any convenience store sir…”
You felt yourself hesitate in slight to ask him but worst case he doesn’t come back right? Or he just doesn’t come back….That’d be… The words tumble out your mouth before you can stop them.
“If you ah… if you don’t mind my asking are you feeling okay s—“
What had you been thinking about that caused the curse to feed off you energy and grow in such little time? He found himself thinking and cutting you off.
“Are you?”
You were a bit surprised when he suddenly flipped the question maybe he didn’t want to talk about it..
“Ah well.. you see my shoulders just been weighing me down a lot lat—“
He cuts you off yet again almost as if expecting your response.
“Would you mind stepping closer?”
For some reason he found himself wanting to do something simply because… he could. He had the power to help you and to help others…Why not use it and see how much life can improve. He has the ability to contribute to that aid. Aid people.. common people in need.
You stepped closer surprised at his sudden movement with his arm but your eyes widened feeling that ache in you shoulder dissipate so quickly. You didn’t realize how much it had taken a toll until it was finally gone. He muttered something along the lines of seeing doctor for further pain and walks out. You quickly rush after him your hard worked bakery and job be damned scribbling your number behind an old receipt. Once you finally reach in front of him out of breath yelling like a madwoman a mess of thanks and huffs.
“Sir *huff* Please take this… and again thank you!”
You bow your head receipt with your number scribbled as you extend your arms out for him to take it slightly panting still. You were flushed and this why by far the most embarresing and nerve-racking thing you’ve ever done. But you had to know this man. You had to make sure he was still okay.. Even though mow for some reason he seems more…driven.
Nanami’s eyes widen.. He expected the thanks of course one naturally would but.. You didn’t question him. Didn’t question how the sudden pain was gone. You instead you— He scans your bowed form, your slightly flushed cheeks and the number on the receipt. He didn’t expect such level of boldness… He clears his throat.
“V-very well then..”
You pick your head up smiling. He didn’t know why but its something he saw himself able to get lost in.He takes the receipt. He wouldn’t contact you anyway he’d just spare you the awkward rejection. Yeah totally that’s what he was doing. He found himself smiling lightly holding back a chuckle watching you mutter something about leaving the bakery alone scurrying back to it.
He opens his phone scanning over Gojo’s contact information stuffing your receipt in his pocket. He’d visit the school.
A few weeks go by and he’s settling back into this new routine… Its different from before though. He found himself developing a sense of something he couldn’t place his finger on..
You noticed that ever since that day he hasn’t come by you check you phone more frequently now then before to. Just as you think it’s about time to cut your losses. You get a call from some random number you perk up letting out a breath reminding yourself not to get your hopes up.
Nanami caved. Well.. caved is a strong word…but… its what he did. Even when you had a curse quite literally draining the life out of you.. You were so lively granted it was your job but no.. even then you were just so.. he couldn’t put his finger on it. He found himself unable to not think about you. Integrating back into Jujitsu society proved to make his schedule un-matchable with the times of your bakery. He hadn’t been able to visit since…since well that time. He decided calling would be better since you both hadn’t even exchanged names yet.
“H-hello?”
Even as unsure as your voice sounded it made Nanami’s heart skip a beat he didn’t expect you to pick up so quickly. I mean should you have at least some caution. He’d deffenetly talk to you about the further down the li—no just what was he saying. This call was him simply just checking up on you… and your shoulder.. yes that exactly what this was. He clears his throat.
“Hello, This is Nanami Kento…you—“
You quickly cut him off. You absolutely did not need that embarrassing reminder again. But he called you!! You felt yourself get internally giddy like some high-school girl. Had you really gotten to that stage? You think to yourself. You need to calm your racing heart before it explodes.
“O-oh—I see!”
What else were you supposed to even say? This became one of the many times you internally curse yourself for choosing to work hours into the bakery instead of going outside and being a bigger part of your university community.
Nanami felt himself hold back a grin hearing your voice. It almost amused him how unsure you were in most of your words yet you looked so concentrated while baking. It’s all he seemed to do when talking to you.
“How is…how is your shoulder?”
He normally isn’t the type to prolong or say more words the necessary within a conversation but he felt himself actively abandoning most of those thoughts with you. He soon realized it because he wanted to talk with you. He didn’t feel dread… he felt…happy. Speaking with you made him feel a sense of happiness.
“oh its—its good. It really is feeling much better… thank you so much yet again.. You really need to let me thank you properly one of these days..”
Oh could you panic right now. Internally face palming yourself. Had you said too much? He hasn’t responded given its been less than ten seconds but—
He honestly felt himself unsure how to respond he was aware given his lifestyle he would live a life of solitude and it’d be best to keep you as far away from it as possible. But on the other hand… One meet up wouldn’t hurt…It wouldn’t plus it’d be rude of him to reject seeing as such your trying to repay him. Granted he would never let you pay for anything…
“I would but…”
Your heart sinks at the idea of a rejection you’d so block him after this.
He doesn’t know why but he felt himself smiling at the notion that you would be disappointed at not getting to spend time with him. He didn’t know why he was prolonging it.
“I would like to get to know your name first..”
You fluster thanking anyone above that this conversation was through phone call. You let out a breath you had no idea you’d been holding.
“(L/N Y/N) sorry for not saying so before its not like I was—“
You found yourself nervously rambling.
He couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh shaking his head you really were….endearing… Without meaning to it seems he fell even deeper even as you both disconnected the call because you had to get back to work he couldn’t help but find himself looking forward to you ‘repaying’ him.
As the months started to progressively get warmer you found yourself and Nanami talking more frequently granted he couldn’t always stop by.. His work seemed more taxing than yours but you wouldn’t pry.
But with these warmer months it seemed like they were out to get you taking a toll on your body. You had to close up shop due to the fever. You didn’t get a chance to tell Nanami not to stop by mainly because the first thing you did was fall asleep on the floor the second you entered your apartment door.
Nanami had found himself unable to make excuses for why he was still speaking and accompanying you. But he honestly didn't see why he needed one. The response of it being just something he wanted to do was enough. He found out a lot about you and you did about him although he would say he’s definitely more tight lipped and well once you got comfortable you were the most amazing talker.
He knocked on your apartment door waiting.. you hadn’t picked up his call which was very out of the norm for you. He found your door slightly open and he felt himself panic.
He opened the door to see you curled up asleep on the floor you breath slightly ragged and you were shivering. Why hadn’t you said anything earlier? He felt himself slightly panic a bit carrying you getting you out of you work garments until you were in your button down and work pants. He unbuttoned the first few bottons to be less constricting lying you on your bed. He felt himself feeling a bit warm. His thoughts drifting for a moment.
“mmm…”
He’s snapped out of it hearing you murmur. Even like this you were the most beautiful person he’s ever played eyes upon.
“You should have said something…idiot.”
He manages to get out in attempts to be stern with you getting a damp towel to apply to your forehead going to make some rice porridge.
“K-Kento…?’
He was a bit surprised you had addressed him by his first name. How long had you been fighting this cold to make you so delirious and vulnerable in this moment.
Were you dreaming? The thought crosses your hazy mind as you half liddedly notice his form walking towards you my did he look so handsome. His beauty was ethereal his very presence was, in your eyes.
This must be a dream you continued to think. It’d been so long since you’d been taken care of when you were sick. You were just imagining his presence right? Well because this was a dream you could do whatever you wanted right?
You cup his jaw planting a lazy kiss on his lips. His skin felt warm. You murmur a thanks a dazey smile on your face as you go right back into the covers.
Nanami felt his eyes widen the moment your lips met his in a kiss he could tell your lack of experience but feeling your warm lips brush his… It felt right. This one thing in his life felt exactly in place as if it’d been there for lifetimes.
His cheeks still a flush when you murmur a thanks and go right back to sleep. Just what were you? How could you get him like this? He knew you most likely were not in your right mind but… he found himself wanting more of it.
Craving more of you.
He tends to you mostly until your better his thought a hundred miles per minute. Its in these moments he thanks your adorable cluelessness.
Seeing Nanami after the dream you had. Your heart stuttered a bit. The dream was so vivid but you brush it off. He’d for sure have left if it was real right?
Once you recovered you found yourself indebted to him once again offering to treat him as a thanks.
“What? you can’t have work on your birthday..”
The thought was amusing to him. You more upset that he’d miss this day than him. He replies more so displeased at the idea of you being upset and over him of all people.
“Works been busy…Its summer..”
He tries to find a plausible excuse. He still hadn’t admitted to you what his profession was out fear or not finding the right moment he didn’t know..
The conversation is left at that until weeks pass and the last Saturday of July inevitably graces its presence.
The lively atmosphere of the summer festival is amazingly lit as you meet up with Nanami. You dragged him here the second you found out he hadn’t been to one in so long!
“Seriously I cant believe you skip the summer festival the fireworks are such a sight to see!”
You exclaim giddily granted a glass of alcohol in your system. Munching away on a fishcake you convinced him to try under the guise of it being part of the attraction.
“It seems time just passes me by..”
He manages to get out.. His voice almost sounded as if it was reminiscent over something. It sounded… distant.
He hadn’t been to one of these since he was in high school before…everything. He was going to tell you his profession today he really was. But this moment…This moment as he sits idly on the rocks along the oceans shore gazing on your features.
Your soft expression, your smile. The way your eyes gape on the fireworks mirroring the reflection in the water… yet in his eyes.
You were the most surreal.
It’s then when it all clicked for him. Life really had a cruel way of teaching him lessons didn’t it?
He couldn’t tell you.
His gaze turns to the fireworks for a moment.
He wouldn’t risk tainting your smile. Tainting the light and life you bring…
He wouldn’t have that.
You were enamored with the sight of the fireworks. You’d seen them every year but for some reason this year they felt special.
“The fireworks are beautiful this year around, aren’t they?”
Nanami pauses for a moment his gaze studying your features once more; the way you smiled when you spoke…your voice… invoking it all to memory. His gaze never leaving them as he felt the ghost of a bittersweet smile purse his lips you really were…
“..beautiful…—They’re really beautiful.”
Deep down he knew this would be his one regret.
I kind of wanted this to feel like one of those fever dream 12 episode anime if that makes sense. I didn't want it to be the reader being the savior because that's not what bakery girl was imo she was just his realization in a way if that makes sense. I wanted to add a few tropes but i got tired so they didn't transition as well as id liked them to have. I hope you enjoyed if you want me to write a fandom or trope lmk please it helps me get out of my winters block. (Title is from the song written by Adrianne Lenker)
Hello! Sorry guys I broke my arm lol and it was my right arm too so writing was on the back burner for me. I even had to take a final with my left hand. But dw guysss I came back so alpha sigma skibidi 😜😜🐺🐺 I hope you enjoy whatever the heck of writing this is that I never posted because it felt stupid and doesn’t even make sense to me ☹️☹️
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader x Suguru Geto
Synopsis: Takes place a bit after the star plasma incident (written in multiple POVS) (trigger warning(?) Scars and bloody injury.)
Word Count: 1,455
The scorching summer day slowly faded into an orange-purple hue welcoming the stars and saying goodbye to the sun. Something you’d usually notice but everything recently just looked dull. You found yourself ignoring it… Dismissing the moment under the guise of saying you’d see it the next day… something you’d been saying a lot recently.
You were walking to your dorm coming back battered from a mission. You didn’t even notice the blood stain on your arm or the aching pain from how deep the curse had punctured you. You’d been biting more than you could chew recently with missions and who were the higher-ups to deny a special grade actually wanting to do something? You needed the distraction… Your mind being miles away —well no more like stuck in time—hence why a grade two curse was able to almost get the jump on you.
You look down to the thin paper cut like scars on your hands tucking them under your sleeves it seemed to be a permanent karmic reminder of that day… When Gojo and Geto became Suguru and Satoru… But at what cost? A trauma bond? The loss of a promising young girl? The over exertion of all your techniques? The questioning of all your morals?
Goj—Satoru didn’t let anyone get behind him for a while. It’s subtle but you noticed it…. Or were you just projecting that hurt? Suguru being a different story all together.. it was a rare occurrence to see him anymore… You never know how much a presence is needed until it’s well…gone.
You let out a breath your eyes feeling heavy yet you weren’t sleepy this had been going on for a while since then… Instead of bee-lining for your dorm like usual in which you’d usually cross paths with Satoru who’d be talking to Shoko about whatever it was they would talk about, you were too tired to pay attention…
You walk straight to the student common area to make yourself some tea. You didn’t even notice Geto’s presence until you saw his figure in front of you in the dim lit kitchen area.. You just give him a slight bow of the head in greeting. In which his eyes rake over your form. His presence didn’t seem right… but then again nothing did these days.
You didn’t realize that you subconsciously made tea for two. Why had you done that? You set a cup in front of him. He gives you another once over almost like he was surprised. Then he does so again the moment you take a seat beside him.
He murmurs something, you make it out to be a thanks but it was hard to tell because he kept his gaze down his shoulders slouched as if he was carrying the weight of the world on them.
You notice the bags under his eyes ,the attire he’s wearing, the way his hair looks, his slouched shoulders… His once vibrant violet irises, that reminded you of purple Hydrangeas were now withering purple Hyacinths. Even like this he was still a breathtaking site. You were snapped out of your thoughts when he unexpectedly spoke a bit louder for you to hear this time, breaking the silence that would leave even a feather to be heard if it fell.
“You’re hurt.”
His voice had a rough coarse edge to it, yet hearing it after so long it could be mistaken as silk to you. How long had it really been since you heard him speak? You take one hand off the hot tea cup you were holding going across to touch the wound on your left shoulder. You graze over the wound staring down at the crimson on the pads of your middle and ring fingers. Now that he pointed it out it started to sting. “Oh it’s really noth—“
He cuts you off by taking your wounded arm and rolling your sleeve up. He doesn’t fail to notice the way you almost instinctively retract your arm the scars from the Star Plasma incident stoping at your elbows… he knew you over exerted your blood technique back then but not by how much. He clenched his jaw at the site rolling the fabric up further eying the fresh wound on your shoulder.
His hands were cold you thought to yourself. Cold but soft…You manage to say something before you could get lost in his touch—his movements… Even in this state he did everything with such grace… “It’s nothing… really it’ll heal on its o—“
Why were you always neglecting yourself? He found himself thinking.
His mind was everywhere but worrying about you seemed to be the only constant.
Even though the both of them weren’t speaking much he could tell Satoru was also worried about you with the way he conviently needed to go to the girls dorm to talk to Shoko every time he saw you walking back on campus from a mission.
Suguru knew he wasn’t one to talk about appearances at all considering he could barely muster the energy to do well… anything. Yet somehow he found himself drinking the tea you made him, he found himself actually enjoying it,savoring the taste on his tongue as much as he could. He hears your pitiful attempt to downplay the situation quickly shutting that down with a knowing look. He felt the ghost of a grin purse his lips…it was almost amusing to him how fast you had stopped yourself.
Your eyes widen a bit seeing even the undertone of a smile on his lips. How long were you missing no— craving his presence. His hands were cold yet even the slightest curl of his lips felt so warm. You clear your throat a bit when he grabs the first aid kit beginning to clean your wound wincing a bit at the stinging sensation.
“Don’t be such a big baby.”
Says someone with an airy tone that betrays hints of something you couldn’t quite catch. Worry? Sympathy? Pity? Concern? You didn’t know but something about it was as everything was these days …off.
You turn your head looking up at him. You were so lost in the moment with Suguru you hadn’t sensed Satoru’s presence behind you.
His arms were crossed leaning his back against the wall raking over your form, his eyes narrowing in on your wound. The scars from that day still sent a mess of anger surging through him. Why was that? Why did it pain him to see you hurt? Why did it pain him to see you so clearly neglecting yourself? Why were you so casual about it? More over why did he care? Why was he finding himself wanting to pamper you?
He glances at his best friend…if you could even call them that right now.. Satoru knew he was going through something but he was afraid. For the second time in his life he found himself afraid of something…What if everything crumbles the moment he points something out? Since when did he find himself feeling doubt? Why did it always have to be about you two?
Suguru doesn’t look up from your wound but his grip on your arm tightens ever so slightly as if he was…nervous of Gojo's presence. It had been so long since the three of you were together. The tension between the two was thick almost enough that it could be cut with a knife. You let out a light laugh your eyes crinkling a bit at the sides as you shake your head in response to Satoru’s words .
You hadn’t noticed the way both of their eyes widened ever so slightly. Geto looking up at Gojo, both of them silently communicating...something. You turned your attention back to Sugurus hands now wrapping a bandage around the wound on your shoulder. For some reason the tension seemed to visibly dissipate Suguru finally speaking, the ghost of a smile returning on his lips.
“Like you’re one to talk Satoru”
He says his voice still tired but now with hints of playfulness to it.
Satoru pauses for a brief almost unnoticeable moment before clutching his hand to his heart in a dramatic display of mock offense, letting out a gasp.
You smile a warm one this time looking down at your now patched up shoulder, Suguru’s touch still lingering.. Why did you find yourself always craving more of it? You realize you smiled more in this hour than you did in the last two weeks. Their bickering filled the room feeling so warm the atmosphere beginning settle into something so foreign yet so familiar at the same time.
Everything would definitely not go back to normal but you three… maybe... You three would be okay.
I don’t really know how to feel about this to be honest…. I find myself pulling my hair out when it comes to witting Gojo. Trying to write him in a way that isn’t over saturated in fannon because he’s just way more complex than that but still finding myself unsatisfied with the way i write him because it doesn’t feel canon (but then again nothing will be because its FANFICTION). Oh and don’t get me started on dialogue its like pulling teeth taking me half an hour to figure out if they would really say the most simple phrase or if they would really react in such a way. Sorry if this disappointed you guys anyway as always thanks so much for the love on my last posts!! Also thanks so much for reading! Constructive criticism and feedback is always appreciated!!
I was tweaking my old writing and it spiraled into this long mess. I like to think that Suguru would be more assertive in situations where the reader is hurt just the silent type… Like he’s mad but quiet in his words but body language tells another story… while Satoru is similar but much more… aggressive... maybe? Like he would berate the reader loudly for not taking care of the wound tease her for being ‘weak’ but also patch it up best he could even though he doesn’t really know how to??? I don’t know mann I just be yapping 😭😭
Also sorry for any inaccuracies again you can totally nit pick me I love getting better at writing! (Not too much though I have a fear of rejection) due to well uhmm my broken arm… haha… I couldn’t catch up on JJK as well as I hoped… you’d think I’d be able to laze around but nooo… I had to be an actual person and do stuff 😒😒 so yeah just feel free to tell me if I made an error in any concept!
Taglist: (I'm not sure if this is the writing you guys wanted to be tagged in but let me know and i'll remove it but thanks for liking my writing enough to want be tagged!! Like seriously it makes me jump for joy🙆🏽♀️🙆🏽♀️ also i have no clue how to tag so if i did it wrong let me know and ill fix it) @colorful-happy-shit , @ami20019
Hot take y’all but just cause you don’t like something in a manga/story does not mean you should send death threats to the author it’s frankly disgusting and deplorable. *cough cough jjk readers chaps 260-261* Yes geges writing can be validly critiqued but sending death threats really ain’t the way. Personally I think the parallel between Gojo and Geto is well conveyed. Also, I feel shock value is how you engage more readers so the ending of 260 is super well written if you look at it from an author standpoint. Please be mindful of your words.
Anyways love yalll fanfic will probs be out in a month.(maybe idk cause I never stick to deadlines😜😜)
Hi!! Okay so as promised heres readers cursed technique break down!! I used a random generator thingy cause I knew what I wanted but at the same time didn’t ykwim. I was watching Naruto and rediscovered my love for shikamaru 😋😋so I wanted her technique to involve shadows and also CHOSOOOO 😞😞😞😞 my man my guy my love my emo king sigh I read the recent chapters and couldn’t stop thinking about the potentials for his technique soo yeah this is what happens when those worlds combine I guess 😜😜 enjoy Pookers 🤭
**Cursed Technique:**
**Crimson Shadow Manipulation**
The user can manipulate their own blood and shadows.
What can they do with it?
They can use their blood to create weapons and armor as well as they can (potentially) heal themselves and others. They can also (potentially) use their shadows to create illusions and teleport.
**Domain Expansion:**
**Blood Shadow Realm**
The user creates a domain of blood and shadows, which they can use to trap their opponents and control the environment. Within the domain, the user's blood and shadows are greatly amplified, and they can use them to create even more powerful techniques. The domain is also filled with sporadic illusions which can confuse and disorient the readers opponents giving her a massive advantage.
Background on reader:
Before going to Tokyo Jujitsu high and becoming apart of the trio she essentially had no one and often was crept up in her room or the library reading up anything and everything.
Reader is an orphan that lived with her very crude aunt, one who never failed to make her forget that raising her was such a costly burden.
Reader fled as soon as she was scouted.
Reader wanted to become a doctor hence her extensive knowledge of the human body which came in handy for her cursed technique.
She was always able to see curses from a young age but just ignored them. She was unbothered by their presence until the day she got attacked which was coincidently the day she got scouted.
Okay I think I covered enough.. I hope. If not feel free to ask or suggest anything!! I’m always on my phone (again because I have no life😃😃) so I’ll probably respond within a day. Thank you all for the love!! I’m glad we are all able to come together and just enjoy the world of reading anything jjk 😜😜😜
Okay so i've pretty much decided to do an op Y/N for the fic set during the hidden inventory arc its either going to be 1 really long fic or a two parter and then I'll make a separate fic where we make Suguru actually get the help he needs and Gojo too cause in my rewatch I noticed so much about their dynamic (im sobbing someone stop me please). Maybe during the summer i'll make an alternate fic with Y/N either not being a jujitsu sorcerer at all or just like a grade one or two, something along those lines. Also can we talk about how much work writing fan fics are I HAD TO GIVE MYSELF HOMEWORK lololol. I put myself in this position but anyways to accurately portray stuff im rewatching the hidden inventory arc re reading jjk and I had to watch a twenty minute break down on curse technique's. Okay maybe the last ones just a me thing cause ima dummy but I digress ): (Pov me discovering writing is actually writing) Anyways enough of me yapping, I'll post a break down of readers cursed technique as well as some background or something tomorrow.
So I’m trying to write the next installment for my stsg x reader fic but it’s Angsty(?)… I wanna know if it would be cringe to write an OP y/n? Like the fic is set in the Hidden inventory arc and I want her to save Riko but the way she goes about it she unlocks something from her CT and like afterwards from it she gets titled Special grade. (Kinda like gojo) Would that be too cringe?? Or should I let events canonically play out?? (Making the exception that reader helps our poor sugu out of his depression making him stay😋😋) PLEASE I NEED TO KNOWWW 😞😞
Firstly I wanted to say thanks so much for all the love on my first post! I enjoyed writing it a lot and hope you all had a fun time reading it! I hope you all enjoy this one just the same! ☺️☺️ Not going to lie I really struggled to incorporate two head cannons I had into a one shot fic, so apologies if the writing is super mangled. ): As always feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated!! (I haven’t caught up with JJK in a minute so sorry if my memory is hazy causing me to use incorrect info.)
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader x Geto Suguru
Summary: Satoru seeing you before him and Suguru leave for a mission. (written from multiple POV's) ( I like to think that along with Satoru's lack of spacial awareness he lacks emotional awareness when it comes to himself while Suguru is like okay I feel this way now wtf do I do, which both of them can bond on once Suguru helps Satoru realize he’s not dying and that he is in fact in love with reader.)
word count: 1,149
“Gojo-san!” You say with that airy smile you always have. You go on even more missions than them yet how do you always manage to have a smile on your face? You run up to him still all smiles and giggles. Why is it that you’re always running? And why did you look so beautiful running towards him? Your hair was flowing heedlessly down your shoulders as you came to a stop. Both of you sitting on the grass as he rests his head in your lap. (It became routine ever since he had spotted you one day reading a book lying on the grass mindlessly munching on whatever snack it was that you were eating that day.)
He looks up only to be met with those encapsulating doe eyes of yours. Many would argue that his eyes were the ones full of prowess but how could that be true when one look from your glistening eyes had him falling to his knees. He was having the worst of worst days about…wait what was it about again?
Ha- See what he means?
“Ahh Gojo-san are you listening?” Your voice jolts him out of his spiral. How long had you been speaking for? He scratches the back of his neck letting out a light laugh. Your face mere inches away from his. The words had come out of his mouth before he had time to stop them.
“You have pretty eyes Y/N.”
He feels heat rush to his face as the words pored out of him.
You feel as if the world around you both has been silenced. No not silenced you think, it’s almost like it has decided that just the two of you are allowed to bask in its beauty. You slowly blink at the notion of his words, beginning to come back to your senses. Has he gone mad? The Satoru Gojo, complimenting the likes of you. You wanted to hear it more, hear him more. He probably—no he deffinetly didn’t mean it like that. Gojo-san is known for his outbursts and this was just one of them. You make attempts to ease the fast paced thoughts. If there truly was no meaning behind his words, why did his voice sound so sultry so—
“hahaaha jeez Y/N you take everything so seriously.”
You notice him hide his face in his hands and you think it’s just to mask his laughter so you dismiss his words all together.
“Ah my apologies Gojo-san didn’t you have a mission to attend to with Geto-san?”
Why did you ignore his comment? He knew he dismissed it first. He knew it was unwarranted but still— did you just not take it, take him, seriously— why is he so angry right now? Why does he feel as though his heart has been ripped out of his chest? Why does he feel dejected? Why? Why? Why?
The furrow in his brows is uncommon to you and before you can question it, you feel a hand gently graze the top of your hair. You look up to see the one and only Suguru covering the glaring sun from your field of view as you peered up to look at him. "Ah Geto-san, hello!"
Satoru's voice is whiney while he speaks his distaste for the mission. “Ugghhh do I really have to go? I would much rather stay here.” Suguru sighs in contrast to Satoru it's almost foreign to hear him complain. “Yes, Satoru we unfortunately do also the auxiliary manager is going to get mad if we don’t show up soon.” Oh that's when you’re reminded you almost forgot the main reason you approached Gojo-san in the first place.
“Geto-san before you leave take these!” As you pull out the coffee-caramel flavored hard candies from your pocket and into his hand, he looks at you with the most quizzical expression.
“You don’t like the taste of curses, do you?”
He looks at you wide eyed, you take that as a sign to continue.
“I know these won’t change the taste also that your not much of a fan for sweets hence the coffee flavor, but I hope that it makes you forget even if it’s just for a little while. Please eat them after your missions! I hope you find them useful!” Your explanation (that wasn't really an explanation) still has him stunned. You had only went on one mission with them. Was he that terrible at masking it? No he was sure he did well as Satoru never questioned him for it.
For an airhead you sure are observant.
And that's when it hit him the realization crashing down on him all at once. How could he not have seen it sooner? The way he would smile at the mere thought of getting to see you in class. The way his cheeks would heat up whenever it was just the two of you alone. The way he would always go out of his way to make you smile. Oh your breathtaking smile. It was contagious, motivating others on the most depressing of days. He could internally beat him self up right now for being so dumb.
He was in love with you.
And with the way his best friend looked at you he was sure that he felt the same way too.
He's pulled out of his trance when he hears you about to apologize. “I’m sor-"
“Thank you Y/N.”
He says with a smile so sincere, it's then and only then you finally understand why people would go to the end's of the earth for their loved ones. You would go to the ends of the earth for your friends even if it meant killing yourself in the process. It would have all been worth while-- His smile was so precious— so welcoming you couldn’t help but return it hoping to reciprocate even a sliver of the energy back. Is it selfish to wish for this moment to last forever? You three in this moment without the fear of curses? Was that really such a selfish ask?
Satoru laying in your lap while Suguru is on your side shoulders almost touching. Satoru makes a loud pout. “Hey… where’s my candy.” You can’t help but let out a deep belly laugh, sometimes he is just so predictable. You couldn't decipher his face when he heard you laugh since he had quickly gone back to pouting. “What are you laughin fo-“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you peel a birthday cake flavored toffee and slip it into his mouth. “ Haha I’m sorry Gojo-san, sometimes you really are just so predictable.” Suguru also can’t help but laugh at the spectacle before him. Satoru keeps his head in your lap for the duration of your time together. As all your laughing dies down, you can’t help but feel content in this moment. Continuing to selfishly wish it would last a lifetime…
Jeez im super tired after writing this. It takes way longer than one would expect. This took like 9 hour's to write with no breaks and it could still use some tweaks ( I'm just super lazy haha) Props to all writers out there because this shit is so draining. Again feedback and constructive criticism is alway appreciated love you all!! Oh wait I would love to make readers strength contrast with her personality like she's super clueless in every other sense but smart in battle and before Gojo or Geto she becomes the first special grade but I'm not too sure. Im just tired of seeing the weak Y/N trope lol.
Hiii uhmm im still super new to tumblr so sorry if the format is wonky. This is kind of my first dabble into fan fiction but I had this idea for quite a while so enjoy!! ( feed back & constructive criticism is always appreciated 😋)
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader x Geto Suguru
Summary: (Set in Highschool) Although looking back on it they realize both had fallen for you the moment they had met you. ( ik this seems pretty Suguru centric right now but trust me we get our moment with Satoru during the hangout)
Word Count: 710
The boys had fallen for you ever since you walked… well ran into the classroom doors.
The fast paced stomping of your feet could be heard from a mile away as you slammed the door open and ever so rudely interrupted Yaga Sensei’s class. “Excuse me, young la-!” You huffed each word you spoke trying and failing to catch your breath. “ Ahh… my.. a-apologies Yaga Sensei.. Ah sir! You see I was …initially going to arrive early but saw a stray cat and I … just had to feed it. Again apologies sir! ”You bow while still huffing. Yaga sensei sighs before speaking “The least you could do is introduce yourself before so rudely barging in.” You smile before going on your breath finally stabilizing “Oh my apologies sir! My name is L/N Y/N pleasure to meet you all!” As you look back at the three pairs of eyes before you, it’s only then you feel utterly embarrassed blood streaming right up to your face as you notice a boy with sparkling blue eyes and hair that rivaled the color of the clouds (not the ones you’d see on a thunder storm but those that appear biggest and brightest on a beautiful sunny day), along with a beautiful brunette woman.
Both were laughing making no attempts at all to mask their amusement at the spectacle bestowed upon them. While the raven haired boy tried to spare you some dignity by hiding his horrible kept chuckles in his hand ( it had no effect but you appreciated the effort nonetheless).
You sit in the farthest seat possible trying to make yourself unnoticeable for the duration of the class, you look outside the widow and get lost in the breathtaking view of the trees blowing in the beautiful summer wind. The months had just begun to get warmer and the world was looking so bright.
As you were so engrossed in the view Suguru however couldn’t help but spare glances at you all throughout the duration of class. He noticed your lack of attention to the lesson but also the way the sun had hugged your face, highlighting you in such a sensational way, you had looked so peaceful as if the world was crafted with you and you alone in mind. Suguru felt like you were drawing him in, he just had to talk to you, get to know you. So when the bell rang he all but sprinted to your desk, leaving Satoru a bit dazed. He felt bad for interrupting your thoughts but class did end so maybe he was doing you a favor, he tried to reason with himself.
Captivated by the view you didn’t hear the ring of the bell and were nudged by someone. Turning to look you noticed it was the raven haired man, he was much more handsome up close it’s difficult to describe as you think not even the highest quality camera could begin to compose the essence of his beauty. You notice his lips move to speak but your to engrossed in his presence to really notice that he had said something. It’s not until he nudges you again that you finally come back to earth. “ oh my apologies is there something you needed…” It’s only then when you realize you hadn’t captured his- He cuts your thought off.
“ Suguru. Suguru Geto.”
The name suits him you think as beautiful and elegant as the setting sun, ending the day and welcoming the next. He continues his sentence with a hearty chuckle “ I just wanted to inform you class ended about 10 minutes ago, what is it that you are so intensely thinking about?” He hadn’t realized what he blurted out before he quickly tried to save himself. Heat rose to your cheeks once again. How did you not notice? You don’t have time to internally beat yourself up for your lack of awareness before he goes on. “ If you’re not doing anything would you like to come have lunch with us? It’s not everyday we get a transfer student especially so late.”
Who would have thought that a simple invitation such as this one would lead to such a strong and beautiful bond amongst you four…
