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𑣲 i am afro-latina, and write for my black girls. this is your safe haven <3
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hello lovelies,, i notice you people who look through my blog and like all the fics, or look for certain characters you like!! it actually means a lot and it’s so sweet that you come back to look for more. <33 i will be writing for more characters for jjk soon!! pls feel free to request any of ur favs though, i promise to bring them to life as best as possible 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
guys be prepared to get fics like these cs my reels are so fucking funny whewww ,, this is based off of this reel on instaa !! (watch it for context)
you and satoru are cooking together for dinner because he insists to be up underneath you today. his assignment is: stir the pot and keep an eye on the flames incase the food is cooking too fast. your assignment is: chop the vegetables, including the most dreaded onions.
you hated cutting onions because of the strong smell, how it left its nasty smell on your finger tips, and the most obvious— the watery, burning eyes.
satoru could be trusted with almost anything in the kitchen surprisingly, until it came to chopping things up. he made crazy shapes out of beef strips, cut shaggy lines out of your bell peppers, and he can’t comprehend what you mean when you say, and show him, to cut the potatoes into cubes..
so as much as he persisted to take this job off your hands you said no, you’d handle it.
now here you were almost finished cutting the tomatoes, and about to move on the onions. satoru was by your side stirring the pan with a spatula, finally quiet after yapping the whole afternoon about how you two need to go on vacation to the bahamas. how you’d look beautiful in a blue sundress that matches his shade of eyes. how you could even take megumi, if he obliges, because he knows you wouldn’t want to leave him out. you told him how you’d think about it and to keep an eye on the flames because something smelt like it was burning.
with a deep sigh you pushed the tomatoes to the side, and hesitated grabbing the onion glaring at you, thinking about how the burn will feel in a couple of minutes.
your sigh drew satoru to your face. taking in your pinched eyebrows, and your subtle pout. he wanted to just pick you up, put you to the side, and do all the cooking himself so that those onions wouldn’t hurt his wife! but he knew you wanted to them yourself.
so he settled on some words of encouragement, “don’t worry babe, you got this. if you need to tap out just scream,” and you knew it was about to be something obnoxious, “satoru, my strong and loving sexy husband, baby please help me!!”
that immediately made you want to hit him in the head with the pan he was handling at the moment. your loving, sexy husband was going to be gagged if he said anything else tonight.
“my love, can you just.. be quiet, and look sexy?” you turned slowly, giving him a tight lipped smile, then added, “thank you though.”
“i can do that!” he winked at you with those —unfortunately— beautiful white lashes, smiled and went back to his task at hand.
with a content hum you turned back to the onion, and as you were about to grab it, a lightbulb went off in your head. there were goggles in the junk draw to your right that satoru often used when he decided to go swimming.
that would surely aid you in this grueling process.
so you reached into the draw and immediately found what you were looking for you. it’s like the blue goggles were singing to you, calling you over, knowing you needed them. you picked them up, closed the drawer and quickly put them over your face.
they were a bit tight, and you didn’t feel like adjusting them. though, you’d rather that than be crying, and blurry sighted.
wanting to know how you looked with them on for a quick laugh, you set your phone up that was sitting next to the cutting board and went to your camera, pressing record and immediately having to stifle a giggle at yourself.
you looked a bit crazy with your curls sticking out wildly around the band going around your head. how your eyes looked so large and your eye brows looked more pushed up due to the tightness of the goggles. without thinking you said, “this is how I know i’m not a ten out of ten, cause a ten out of ten would still look kind of good.” you laugjed at yourself and saw satoru perk up in the camera.
his lips curved up into a grin, and he didn’t respond at first, so you asked with a giggle, “you know what i mean?”
“yea.”
your grip on the knife in your hand tightened. readjusting your hold as you took in what he said.
the whole kitchen turned quiet suddenly. your face went from amused to confused, as you whipped your head to satoru. he was mid laugh before he stopped and realized what he said immediately. his eyes went back down to the pan and he sucked in a breath through closed teeth, pursing his lips. then he nodded his head slowly knowing you were about to curse him out.
“are you serious, gojo—”
“baby don’t call me that, i’m—”
“DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?”
satoru gulped nervously, and shook his head. he could feel the couch calling him to it tonight.
“what would you rate me satoru? on a scale from one through ten since you think I’m not a ten.” you eyed him quizzically knowing this answer will determine the threat hanging in the air.
he bit his bottom lip, and looked at you taking your angry form in. he could practically see the steam coming out of your ears, and you looked like you were going to pounce on him. satoru’s pants tightened.
“baby you know that scale isn’t even high enough! you’re a god damn one million out ten, don’t be mad at meee!!” he whined out obnoxiously. he wanted to jump over to you, and kiss you all over to show you how much he really didn’t mean to agree with you. it was just a slip up!
but the grip you had on that knife scared him more than the look on your face.
you hummed in thought, taking in his answer. tilting your head at him you took in his desperation on his face. his lips were jutted out, and his hands were drawn together like in prayer. and you definitely did not miss the bulging tent in the front of his pajama pants.
“after dinner you’re going to show me how sorry you are, understand?” you gave him a tight lip smile, and nodded at him slowly.
he returned your nod a bit too enthusiastically, focusing back to the pan. “yes ma’am!”
satisfied you returned back to the original dread.
the grueling onion.
i’m so drunk n tickled this is so drunk yuji x drunk reader coded omgg i found this on twitter 😹😹
might have to make a fic about this shit now
“can we get a cat?”
“no.”
“please?”
“no.”
“but ‘kunaaa!!”
“no is my final say, brat.”
you huffed and crossed your arms, removing yourself off of your once comfortable position on top of your bf, sukuna’s lap. his body felt like hot lava now after his words seeped out like magma.
sukuna spared you a glance, eyebrows furrowed after your dramatic gesture. his lips pulled down slightly in the corner. what you thought was a snarl on his terrifying face, was really his form of a displeased pout.
he attempted to reach for you so you could provide your warmth again. you loved to have the ac on blast in the summer and although he ran hot, he was about to start shivering due to the temperature dropping inside your apartment. as his hand grazed your arm, you dramatically ripped your arm away as if he stung you.
“don’t you touch me..” you tried to growl out intimidatingly like he would sometimes but it came out as more of a croak. sukuna had to clench his jaw to keep himself from chuckling a bit at your antics.
he hummed instead, clicking his tongue. eyeing the back of your head, watching as your curls twisted, and tangled within each other. watched as the curls seemed to bounce with the raise of your shoulders as you huffed and puffed. he could see your fingers digging light crescent marks onto your arms from how you’re obviously restraining yourself so as to not jump back onto your insanely hot bf.
sukuna decided to try, and reach for you again since your back was turned to him. usually him sneaking up on you worked. always making you jump from wherever you’re standing or sitting. he could see your body start to relax as if you’ve let your guard down.
he takes this as a chance to charge forward, and get you in a bear hug.
instead he is met with the couch pillows. then a thud at the same time.
as he sat up and peered over the couch, he saw you face planted, with your butt in the air. sukuna was unsure what to do so he just stared at your limpish body, face buried on the plush pink carpet you insisted suited the living room more.
then he decided to ask, “are you ok, brat?” he was met with a thumbs down. not what he was going for.
with a raspy chuckle from the man, he finally scooped you into his arms and back onto the couch. his right arm was wrapped around both your arms, and his left arm caged both your legs with his thumb rubbing circles on your calf. it wasn’t the most comfortable position but you see why.
he didn’t want you to escape his arms again.
“you dare deny me my warmth?” he grunted out. sukuna pulled you even tighter against him, nosing at your temple.
“you dare deny me my cat, ryomen?” you shot back. an edge to your voice that made your words sound like a threat this time.
sukuna tensed up underneath you. pondering his next words carefully. rolling them around in his head like dice, hoping to roll on the best answer. . .
“. . no. you can have yourstupiduglycat,” he pinched your side before adding on, “i guess.”
this made you perk up in his lap. your head slowly turned upwards, peering at him through your eye lashes, and flashing your best puppy dog eyes.
“i can have a cat?! you promise?” you chirp, excitedly.
his eye twitched at the thought of living with an animal he deemed as filthy as a rat. or anything that wasn’t him or you really.
“yes, you can. . have your cat, woman.” he agreed finally. an annoyed edge in his tone letting you know he didn’t like the idea, but was accepting it for you.
you sat up once you felt his arms release yours. immediately fist pumping the air, and cheering like you’ve won a game. as a sign of gratitude you turned to sukuna and pressed kisses on his jaw, throat, any where accessible from your position.
“thank muaw you muaw my muaw handsome muaw boyfriend muaw” you spoke in between giggles and kisses as he just sat there with his face starting to match the same shade of pink as his hair.
he was soooo easy.
hello loveliess ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ ,, i am in the process of making a master list for all my fics so its easier to navigate through ur favs <3 it’ll be posted by the end of this week so be on the look out !!
⟢ going to a diner with sukuna and your 6 year old daughter, and they keep bickering over who sits next to you, who gets to eat what, and who can hold your hand while they eat.
it ends with you holding both their hands while they eat as you sip from your strawberry milkshake. sukuna, and your daughter taking turns feeding you bites of your own, and their food. occasionally accidentally trying to feed you at the same time which also results in an argument.
you felt like you were raising two toddlers instead of one. but you wouldn’t ask for anything else because this is where you’d wanna be any day, everyday. .☘︎ ݁˖
“tell me you’re wrong while looking me in the eye.” you whispered shouted at frat!jo in the corner of a loud, bone vibrating and funky frat party. “say it toru.. and look at me.”
just a couple feet over were his himbo frat brothers and some bimbo girls who were aggressively asserting their dominance on some frat boys tonight.
fratjo swallowed the fat lump in his throat. he knew trying to kiss you and seduce you with his alluring azure eyes, and his stupid boyish grin would not work. you were too damn smart, and could pick anyone apart in seconds. which is what you were slowly doing now.
when you walked away from fratjo for only two minutes to get you both new cups of whatever liquor was left in the kitchen, you returned to see some freshman running her hands down satoru’s chest. this wasn’t surprising because 1, he is magnificent. body sculpted by gods, voice dripping with honey, and hands that could break you in seconds. 2, you weren’t his gf, not officially at least, so to others they felt they could stake a claim on him and flirt, and touch.
and gojo allows it. all the time. but it wasn’t that, that triggered you to pull him away and to the side. it was the fact that he still didn’t notice you standing just a few feet away, with the drinks he requested in your hands, watching as he pulled the freshman down into a nasty french kiss. it left your gut churning. you felt like everything you drank that night could come out. but instead you took a deep breath, handed the cups off to some random kids and marched on over to the scene unfolding.
politely you cleared your throat once you stood in front of them. the music is blaring loud, playing a mix of hip-hop and r&b, and you can tell nobody heard you because they’re still kissing. lips locked so tight they might turn purple in the next couple of seconds.
you cleared your throat again but louder, and this made the girl perk up. she quickly pulled away from gojo, and looked back at you, realization dawning in her face slowly.
drunkenly satoru looked up at you, smiled, and waved. he fucking waved like some dork.
taking another deep breath to calm your nerves. you looked at the girl sitting in his lap, covered in glitter in her hair, body, rubbing it into fratjo. her lipstick was smeared, and her boobs we’re basically about to fly out of her tiny tank top— which could be considered a bra.
“i’m giving you five seconds to get up love, and i don’t mind assisting you.” you stated as calmly as you could as you watched the girl slowly look from you, to fratjo, then back to you.
your eyebrow quirked up as if questioning why she was looking at him for assistance. slowly you put your hand up holding five fingers and ticked off two for her taking her sweet time, leaving her three seconds remaining on your clock.
with an annoyed huff the girl pushed off of satoru and stalked off back into the party, probably looking for another source of entertainment for the night.
as she stalked off, you grabbed gojo up from the couch by his polo’s collor. his freakishly tall and athletic body swayed and stumbled as the liquor he downed previously rushed to his head. “babe— slow down. i know you can’t wait to get some of me, but there’s plenty to hic go around!” then he had the audacity to laugh at the end.
plenty of you to go around ?!
honestly you knew he was an asshole but this was next level. he swore in the beginning of this odd situation-ship that he wouldn’t touch another woman if he wanted to continue this little affair, fwb— thing!! that this was. and sure you’d catch him playfully flirting but it wasn’t how he would flirt with you. never gave them that stupid dimpled smile he’d give you when you two were alone in his room, watching a stupid movie he put on. wearing his stupid clothes. and kissing him with his stupid tongue in your mouth. the same tongue he was sticking down some freshman’s throat!
and that led you to asking fratjo that question, “tell me you’re wrong and look me in the eyes.” and he moved closer to you, trying to box you in the corner, like a predator.
and that pissed you off. his hands came to grab st your hips and you swatted at his hands. he whined like you popped him. and honestly he needed more than that right now.
“babeee . . . im wrong! hic okay, i get it. she wasn’t even that cute anyways.” he looked at you finally. but his eyes didn’t not hold your gaze at the last part of his sentence.
you couldn’t help but shake your head. what was the point of even trying to talk to him while he was drunk anyways. he never understood your feelings when he was sober, so why would he now? a sad laugh left your lips as you took in the redness of his cheeks. his eyes were glazed and he couldn’t even look at you for longer than three seconds.
“that’s alright, gojo. honestly you just sobered me up, and turned me off.” you shoved at his chest so you could move around him. “i’m going to walk back to my dorms, don’t get lost getting to the freshman’s, k?” and with a final, harsh shove, you attempted to move around satoru.
“and don’t call me because you’ll be blocked before i step through my door, love. you’re officially. . dead to me!” and you graced him with a grin over your shoulder.
but instead he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest. his face was close enough to smell the liquor in his breathe. his lips were now frowning, not into a cute pout you’d usually see but into a slight snarl. “you know you don’t mean that. so now you look me in the eye, and tell me you mean that.”
his eyes were searching yours like what you said actually affected him for once. trying to see if he could detect if you were serious or not. and honestly you felt like this time, you were.
who was going to wait around on some boy who couldn’t control his sexual urges? your adults for christ sake. he needed to act like one. a mature one.
while holding his gaze, with a tilt of your head you replied, “i mean it, gojo.” and ya led your wrist out of his hold.
he tried to reach out for you again but you jumped back, causing him to trip over his feet and bump into some of his frat buddies. he was shaking his head in disbelief, like you had the audacity to leave him. like you could even leave him and actually not come back.
but he’d see this time. he’d see how well someone else treats you and you’ll make sure he knows. that he sees it. maybe you’ll go for one of his hot frat boys. sukunas’ been eyeing you for awhile now. . . you’ll make sure he knows exactly what he lost. so with a roll of your eyes, and a flick of your hair you turned on your hill and walked away.
definitely swaying your hips a bit, and absolutely rubbing your temples for the incoming migraine that would be satoru who will be finding alternative ways to contact you in the incoming week.
I leave you small, precious things ⚘.⋆˚࿔
⚘.⋆˚࿔ ꒰ PEONY — delicate, growth, fleeting, ephemeral dragon hybrid!Sukuna x Fairy!Reader, reader is not super tiny like most fairies are in media but smaller than the average human, sukuna is of course huge so there is a size difference, forest setting, just fluff and softness
°❀.ೃ࿔* This is apart of @st4rlightisa 1k collab event!! I choose the peony prompt, wrote both about an actual peony and the themes behind a peony!!
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
The forest always knows when you’re coming home.
It hums first, low and subtle like a secret shared between roots beneath the soil. Then the leaves begin to stir. Ferns bend aside as you slip through, wings brushing pollen from the air. Sunset filters down in fractured gold, catching on the shimmer of your silhouette, turning you briefly into something molten and holy.
You land in the clearing just as dusk softens the world.
He is already there.
Sukuna lounges against the broad trunk of an ancient cedar, one massive arm draped lazily over a bent knee. Even seated, he dwarfs the clearing. Crimson scales glint faintly along his shoulders where the last light finds him, and the curve of one horn catches the glow like polished bone. Smoke curls idly from his nostrils, not from anger never with you but from the slow, steady warmth that lives inside him.
His eyes flick toward you the moment your feet brush the moss.
“You’re late,” he rumbles.
You lift your chin, brushing stray strands of hair from your face. “I was gathering.”
His gaze drifts to your hands. You’re holding something carefully, cupped like a treasure.
He sighs, low and long, but there is no heat in it. “You and your trinkets.”
You approach him anyway.
The size difference is always most obvious when you stand this close. You are not as small as the storybooks would insist, your head would reach the chest of an average human but beside him, you are delicate as a sapling beside a mountain. His hand alone could wrap around your waist entirely. His wings, folded behind him, cast long shadows over the clearing like cathedral arches.
Still, he tilts his head down so you don’t have to crane your neck too far.
You open your palms.
A peony rests there.
It’s not large. In fact, compared to his claws, it is almost laughable soft pink petals layered tight and lush, the outer edges kissed by deeper rose. You’ve woven a thin strand of silvery grass around its stem to keep it from bruising.
“For you,” you say.
One scaled brow lifts. “It will wilt.”
“Yes,” you agree gently. “That’s the point.”
He studies you for a long moment instead of the flower.
There are days when he forgets how something so small can hold such stubbornness. You are growth where he is ruin. You are fleeting where he has endured centuries. And yet you return to him every evening with something fragile in your hands, as if daring the world to stay soft.
His massive fingers reach forward, careful-so careful as he plucks the peony from your grasp. The pads of his claws barely graze your skin, but the warmth of him seeps into you anyway.
He brings the bloom closer to his face.
It looks absurd against him, a pastel whisper against red scale and scar. But he does not crush it.
“Why this one?” he asks.
You step closer, until the tip of your nose nearly brushes the curve of his forearm. “Because it’s in full bloom now. Tomorrow it won’t be. I thought you should see it at its most beautiful.”
A faint smirk curves his mouth. “You assume I care about flowers.”
“I assume,” you murmur, reaching out to press your palm flat against his wrist, “that you care because I do.”
That silences him.
The forest exhales around you both. Crickets begin their evening hymn. Somewhere in the canopy, a bird settles its wings.
He shifts, massive body adjusting, and then he lowers himself further until he is nearly reclined on the moss. One enormous wing stretches lazily behind him, creating a sheltered hollow of warmth.
“Come here,” he says.
You step into the cradle of his wing without hesitation. The membrane is warm and smooth, faintly translucent where moonlight begins to gather. You sit against his side, your back resting against the solid plane of his ribs. His heartbeat is slow. Immense. Steady as stone.
He places the peony beside you both, tucking the stem carefully into a crevice of bark in the cedar trunk so it stands upright.
“There,” he mutters. “It will watch us rot.”
You laugh softly. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet.”
“And yet,” you repeat while giggling
You tilt your head back to look at him. From this angle, he fills your entire sky horns etched against twilight, sharp features softened only by the quiet of this place. His gaze is already on you. There is something unguarded in it.
“You disappear all day,” he says, voice quieter now. “Flitting from grove to grove. I could lose you in a moment.”
You reach up, brushing your fingers along the underside of his jaw where scales give way to warmer skin. He goes still at the contact.
“I always come back.”
“That does not mean the world will always let you.”
Your smile falters, just slightly. You shift, turning fully toward him. “The world doesn’t get to decide that.”
His eyes narrow faintly, but not in anger more in thought. You place both hands on his cheek now, your small palms barely spanning it.
“I leave you small, precious things,” you whisper. “Flowers. Feathers. Stones shaped like hearts. Not because they last.”
He exhales slowly, warm air stirring your hair.
“But because they don’t,” you finish. “Because they remind you that something can be soft and still worth holding.”
For a long moment, neither of you move.
Then, carefully so carefully it happens. He lowers his head.
You rise onto your toes.
His lips brush yours in a kiss that is more warmth than pressure. More promise than hunger. You feel the restrained strength in him, the tension of a creature who could split mountains choosing instead to barely touch.
Your wings flutter instinctively, catching against his cheek.
He hums a deep, pleased sound that vibrates through your bones.
When he pulls back, it is only an inch.
His thumb, large and ridged slides gently along your waist, resting there. Protective. Possessive, but in a way that feels like shelter rather than cage.
“Then I will collect them,” he says quietly. “Every small, foolish thing you bring me. I will line this forest with them if I must.”
Your heart swells.
“You’ll run out of trees.”
“I won’t run out of time.”
There it is again that contrast. You, who measure life in blossoms. Him, who measures it in centuries.
You lean forward, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Then we’ll fill the centuries with petals,” you say.
The peony trembles lightly in the evening breeze, already beginning its slow surrender to gravity and night. A single petal loosens, drifting down to land against the curve of his wing.
He doesn’t brush it away.
Instead, he shifts closer, folding his wing more securely around you both as darkness settles in fully. Fireflies begin to spark at the edge of the clearing, tiny stars blinking awake.
You rest your head against his chest.
And the forest, satisfied, hums you both to sleep
A/n: eeek I took forever to finish this, they are so cute I love them. I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!
gojo loves kissing you to sleep. it’s nothing better than having you wrapped up against him with the scent of vanilla and coconut clinging to your skin after your shower. with your head laying underneath his armpit because you claim that’s where your most comfortable but he notices the sounds of you sniffing him quietly.
his lips would start kissing at your temple. tender and gentle because if he kissed you too roughly you’ll get riled up. then his kisses would trail down your face to your eye lids. the brush of your lashes against his lips tickled, and he’d smile against your eyes. after your eyelids it’s your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your lips. he can feel you smirking.
always.
because next is your favorite part.
his fingers would take hold of your chin and coax your face closer so he could look into your eyes. glassy, hooded and beautiful. your pupils so round, he could’ve sworn they were shaped like the moon outside the window. “my beautiful, sweet girl.” he’d whisper and then press his lips against yours. soft as he sucked onto your bottom lip, and released it, pressing another kiss just as gentle. his calloused hand came to cradle the back space between your head and your neck. keeping you there against him. your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his snow white hair.
satoru broke away from you finally, breathing in much needed air. your chest against his heaved, a whine leaving your now pouting lips. you leaned up, brushing your nose against his. he knew you wanted more, you always do. so he captured your lips once more. devouring every gasp, and sound you made. satoru kissed you like he needed the very air you breathed. his free hand not cradling your head, trailed down your waist and around your lower back to pull you closer to him. so that now you were flushed together, no space in between you just how he liked it.
he could feel your hands began to loosen their hold on his hair. your pants started to even out, and your kisses grew slower, languid. he knew you were just shying away from succumbing to sleep right then and there. so with one final audible wet muaw, he parted his swollen lips from your own.
and satoru watched as you curled your face into his neck, humming in contentment. his hand cradling your head moved to caress your cheek. willing you away from him and to the beautiful land of dreams where’d you’d reunite with satoru somewhere in a field of flowers.
because no matter what, in every life, in every dream and nightmare, in the middle of a battle with curses, you and satoru knew you’d always be right in his arms. kissing each other to sleep or awake like a ritual of ultimate love.
ohhh to be loved like this (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)
i love every single one of you that liked this post and reblogged it , ty for 1000 notes !! i see what you crave most 🩷🩷
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LAUCGED SO HARD I ALMOST FELL OFF MY BEDVWJEDIFJJ
Gojos would actually kill me I'm allergic to ants😭💀
& i absolutely lost it at tojis and shius😭
“tell me you’re wrong while looking me in the eye.” you whispered shouted at frat!jo in the corner of a loud, bone vibrating and funky frat party. “say it toru.. and look at me.”
just a couple feet over were his himbo frat brothers and some bimbo girls who were aggressively asserting their dominance on some frat boys tonight.
fratjo swallowed the fat lump in his throat. he knew trying to kiss you and seduce you with his alluring azure eyes, and his stupid boyish grin would not work. you were too damn smart, and could pick anyone apart in seconds. which is what you were slowly doing now.
when you walked away from fratjo for only two minutes to get you both new cups of whatever liquor was left in the kitchen, you returned to see some freshman running her hands down satoru’s chest. this wasn’t surprising because 1, he is magnificent. body sculpted by gods, voice dripping with honey, and hands that could break you in seconds. 2, you weren’t his gf, not officially at least, so to others they felt they could stake a claim on him and flirt, and touch.
and gojo allows it. all the time. but it wasn’t that, that triggered you to pull him away and to the side. it was the fact that he still didn’t notice you standing just a few feet away, with the drinks he requested in your hands, watching as he pulled the freshman down into a nasty french kiss. it left your gut churning. you felt like everything you drank that night could come out. but instead you took a deep breath, handed the cups off to some random kids and marched on over to the scene unfolding.
politely you cleared your throat once you stood in front of them. the music is blaring loud, playing a mix of hip-hop and r&b, and you can tell nobody heard you because they’re still kissing. lips locked so tight they might turn purple in the next couple of seconds.
you cleared your throat again but louder, and this made the girl perk up. she quickly pulled away from gojo, and looked back at you, realization dawning in her face slowly.
drunkenly satoru looked up at you, smiled, and waved. he fucking waved like some dork.
taking another deep breath to calm your nerves. you looked at the girl sitting in his lap, covered in glitter in her hair, body, rubbing it into fratjo. her lipstick was smeared, and her boobs we’re basically about to fly out of her tiny tank top— which could be considered a bra.
“i’m giving you five seconds to get up love, and i don’t mind assisting you.” you stated as calmly as you could as you watched the girl slowly look from you, to fratjo, then back to you.
your eyebrow quirked up as if questioning why she was looking at him for assistance. slowly you put your hand up holding five fingers and ticked off two for her taking her sweet time, leaving her three seconds remaining on your clock.
with an annoyed huff the girl pushed off of satoru and stalked off back into the party, probably looking for another source of entertainment for the night.
as she stalked off, you grabbed gojo up from the couch by his polo’s collor. his freakishly tall and athletic body swayed and stumbled as the liquor he downed previously rushed to his head. “babe— slow down. i know you can’t wait to get some of me, but there’s plenty to hic go around!” then he had the audacity to laugh at the end.
plenty of you to go around ?!
honestly you knew he was an asshole but this was next level. he swore in the beginning of this odd situation-ship that he wouldn’t touch another woman if he wanted to continue this little affair, fwb— thing!! that this was. and sure you’d catch him playfully flirting but it wasn’t how he would flirt with you. never gave them that stupid dimpled smile he’d give you when you two were alone in his room, watching a stupid movie he put on. wearing his stupid clothes. and kissing him with his stupid tongue in your mouth. the same tongue he was sticking down some freshman’s throat!
and that led you to asking fratjo that question, “tell me you’re wrong and look me in the eyes.” and he moved closer to you, trying to box you in the corner, like a predator.
and that pissed you off. his hands came to grab st your hips and you swatted at his hands. he whined like you popped him. and honestly he needed more than that right now.
“babeee . . . im wrong! hic okay, i get it. she wasn’t even that cute anyways.” he looked at you finally. but his eyes didn’t not hold your gaze at the last part of his sentence.
you couldn’t help but shake your head. what was the point of even trying to talk to him while he was drunk anyways. he never understood your feelings when he was sober, so why would he now? a sad laugh left your lips as you took in the redness of his cheeks. his eyes were glazed and he couldn’t even look at you for longer than three seconds.
“that’s alright, gojo. honestly you just sobered me up, and turned me off.” you shoved at his chest so you could move around him. “i’m going to walk back to my dorms, don’t get lost getting to the freshman’s, k?” and with a final, harsh shove, you attempted to move around satoru.
“and don’t call me because you’ll be blocked before i step through my door, love. you’re officially. . dead to me!” and you graced him with a grin over your shoulder.
but instead he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest. his face was close enough to smell the liquor in his breathe. his lips were now frowning, not into a cute pout you’d usually see but into a slight snarl. “you know you don’t mean that. so now you look me in the eye, and tell me you mean that.”
his eyes were searching yours like what you said actually affected him for once. trying to see if he could detect if you were serious or not. and honestly you felt like this time, you were.
who was going to wait around on some boy who couldn’t control his sexual urges? your adults for christ sake. he needed to act like one. a mature one.
while holding his gaze, with a tilt of your head you replied, “i mean it, gojo.” and ya led your wrist out of his hold.
he tried to reach out for you again but you jumped back, causing him to trip over his feet and bump into some of his frat buddies. he was shaking his head in disbelief, like you had the audacity to leave him. like you could even leave him and actually not come back.
but he’d see this time. he’d see how well someone else treats you and you’ll make sure he knows. that he sees it. maybe you’ll go for one of his hot frat boys. sukunas’ been eyeing you for awhile now. . . you’ll make sure he knows exactly what he lost. so with a roll of your eyes, and a flick of your hair you turned on your hill and walked away.
definitely swaying your hips a bit, and absolutely rubbing your temples for the incoming migraine that would be satoru who will be finding alternative ways to contact you in the incoming week.
maybe i just want to jump on nerdjo’s dick maybe
gojo loves kissing you to sleep. it’s nothing better than having you wrapped up against him with the scent of vanilla and coconut clinging to your skin after your shower. with your head laying underneath his armpit because you claim that’s where your most comfortable but he notices the sounds of you sniffing him quietly.
his lips would start kissing at your temple. tender and gentle because if he kissed you too roughly you’ll get riled up. then his kisses would trail down your face to your eye lids. the brush of your lashes against his lips tickled, and he’d smile against your eyes. after your eyelids it’s your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your lips. he can feel you smirking.
always.
because next is your favorite part.
his fingers would take hold of your chin and coax your face closer so he could look into your eyes. glassy, hooded and beautiful. your pupils so round, he could’ve sworn they were shaped like the moon outside the window. “my beautiful, sweet girl.” he’d whisper and then press his lips against yours. soft as he sucked onto your bottom lip, and released it, pressing another kiss just as gentle. his calloused hand came to cradle the back space between your head and your neck. keeping you there against him. your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his snow white hair.
satoru broke away from you finally, breathing in much needed air. your chest against his heaved, a whine leaving your now pouting lips. you leaned up, brushing your nose against his. he knew you wanted more, you always do. so he captured your lips once more. devouring every gasp, and sound you made. satoru kissed you like he needed the very air you breathed. his free hand not cradling your head, trailed down your waist and around your lower back to pull you closer to him. so that now you were flushed together, no space in between you just how he liked it.
he could feel your hands began to loosen their hold on his hair. your pants started to even out, and your kisses grew slower, languid. he knew you were just shying away from succumbing to sleep right then and there. so with one final audible wet muaw, he parted his swollen lips from your own.
and satoru watched as you curled your face into his neck, humming in contentment. his hand cradling your head moved to caress your cheek. willing you away from him and to the beautiful land of dreams where’d you’d reunite with satoru somewhere in a field of flowers.
because no matter what, in every life, in every dream and nightmare, in the middle of a battle with curses, you and satoru knew you’d always be right in his arms. kissing each other to sleep or awake like a ritual of ultimate love.
ohhh to be loved like this (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)
watching your tutor satoru bite the tip of his pencil as he’s thinking about the next steps to solve this very annoying physics question and you know you’re supposed to also be thinking and scribbling some bullshit in your notes but today? in this musty library you can’t help but notice how beautiful your tutor really is.
then he calls your name and snaps you out of your trance,
“hello? are you with me still?”
and his pink lips smile awkwardly at you. his beautiful azure blue eyes stared at you, awaiting an answer.
“oh! yea— yes of course!”
you giggle and swallow audibly. looking away from him before he could see your skin blossom with heat. you hear him mumble an okay.. and flip through his notebook. your eyes drift down to your hands and your fiddle with your rings, biting your lips until they’re red. no way are you falling for your tutor… i mean, he’s not even on your level! but he’s so mesmerizing ! !
lately when you two meet up, you can’t even focus. you’re just drawn to his scent of mint and something sweet like candy. . . his chuckle when you fumble over a question, his boyish and shy demeanor just makes you want to eat him up. then he calls your name again and his hand is on your shoulder. you jump like you’ve been caught stealing cookies out of a jar your mom definitely told you not to touch.
“are you okay..? you seem very out of it right now.”
and honestly you’re even more out of it feeling his hand on your shoulder. you can feel his thumb rubbing a soothing o motion as if to bring you out of your thought and back to him and damnit it’s working but not in the most efficient way. your skin just feels like it’s on fire, and you don’t know how to describe this feeling because usually you only feel it during sex!
and god… you realize you’re literally a mess. getting turned on because your super hot tutor is trying to get your attention because you probably look stupid right now. and at that horrifying realization he’s caught you twice lost in thought about him.. you turn your head to look at him, smile and laugh awkwardly as you pick your bag up and bolt. you stood up so abruptly that your chair fell back and hit the floor, and you didn’t even notice because of how fast you ran out the doors of the campus’ library.
satoru tried to call after you but it truly was no use. one moment you were sitting in front of him, the next you were gone. he sat there for a second with his hand hovering in the air, and then scratched the back of his head before turning back to pack his things up. i guess that tutoring session is over .. ? ?
he shook his head, confused on why you were acting so weird today. and now that he’s thinking about it, you were awfully hot when his hand was on your shoulder. he made a mental note to text you about it later when he got back to his dorm. though as he finished packing his bag he saw something sparkly from the corner of his eye, catch the light of the lamp on the table of your study table. he turned to inspect and it was your diamond hello kitty bracelet that you took off earlier because he said you were playing around with it too much and not focusing. and right underneath it was your notepad!! he sighed and picked up both and put them in a small compartment in his bag.
he would definitely scold you for leaving something so valuable later. (he’s talking about the notepad mostly)
helloo lovesss, if you enjoyed this pls lmk by liking, reblogging and commenting ! ! (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)
lmk if you’d like a pt 2 <3
thinking abouttt nerd!jo who can’t help but find his hands in his pants just thinking about the next time he gets to tutor you !! ಄ ಄ you, who’d always waltz into his bedroom with a pout on your pretty face. he loved that look, it’s what he’s imagining now as his fists pump his cock in haste. and when you would finally open your notebook for satoru to check your latest practice sheets, just to find all the answers are wrong. he’d tsk, say “where does everything i teach you go?” and instead of getting offended without due every-time you’d just look up at him with those beautiful big eyes, lips wobbling as you’d say, “i tried.. i really did!” and god what your voice would do to him.. ❤︎ ❤︎ sometimes he wished he could just feel how warm and welcoming your mouth would be around him. but his hand would just come up to brush a tight curl out of your eyes and whisper, “it’s alright sweetheart. let’s go through it, yea?” then without fail you’d feel your cheeks heat up at the pet name and just nod your head. his fingers now squeeze his tip. your name like a mantra on his lips. he can’t think about anything but you and those pretty eyes of yours, how they look up at him in confusion, or worry. he wonders what you’d look like on your knees for him. fuck. he can cum just thinking about you like tha— “satoruu?” and he’s cumming to the sound of your voice as it rings through his head.
or so he thought. his toes curl and he’s groaning so loud he doesn’t even hear his bedroom door open.
𑣲⋆ roommate sukuna jerking off to the thought of you !
getting home late after work was not unusual. you had to work two jobs a day to pay your half of the rent and honestly it wasn’t too bad for what you used to pay when you were living by yourself in a nicer part of the town.
though, as you stepped through the door and sighed with relief that all of the weight has been finally lifted off of your shoulders, something felt off.
as you took your shoes off and hung your sweater up, you padded into the oddly quiet apartment. the living room was vacant. the only thing that could give away someone was recently even in there was the fact the throw blanket was discarded on the floor… a terrible habit sukuna will be finding out the consequences for in the morning. with a look of dismay you picked the blanket up and folded it neatly then placed it on the arm of the couch.
you rolled your neck around, ready to get in the shower and let the heat ease the tension out of your muscles. so you went to your room, noticing how sukuna’s door is fully shut on your way. maybe he’s out partying— or he finally decided to sleep at a reasonable time for once. once inside your cozy little room, you slammed the door shut and face planted into your bed.
as you were gathering your thoughts, and thinking about what body wash you were gonna use once you got in the shower. vanilla bean, cupcake swirl, jasmine and lav— but your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden groan. a groan that certainly just came through your walls which connect you to your roommate.
so sukuna is in fact home. but why is he making weird noises.. is he constipated or something?! with worry you sit up and push your self into your headboard. turning your head to the side so that your ear could be above the wall. with bated breath you listen again. though this time, it’s not a grown.. it’s a growl. all you could think of was the fact he might be fighting demons right now.
then you heard him pant your name. you froze in your spot against the wall. why was he panting your name of all things?! and as you listened more you could hear him moving, like he was shuffling around in his sheets. then came your name again, but it sounded strained. a huff of frustration followed evident by the way he always huffs like that when you do something stupid.
you decide to lean in even closer so that your ear was directly connected to the wall, but this makes your bed creak.
loudly.
quickly you jump back as if that’ll change the fact you have a loud ass bed. your teeth gnaw at your bottom lip in anticipation.. did he hear you? you can feel heat blossom on your cheeks at the embarrassing thought that sukuna can hear you peeping on him through those thin walls.
and now, you reconsider, because he groans obnoxiously loud, and says, "Fuck.. I know you can hear me.."
sukuna sits in his bed fisting his cock furiously. he wanted you to hear him.
wanted you to hear what you do him.
he wanted you to hear him cum.
silence flooded your room. now you were thinking, 'what the hell..' what came into him suddenly? sure, he would playfully flirt with you like some guys would. sometimes, if you accidentally leave your door cracked open while you're changing he'll sneak a peek. but he's never made a serious advance, or do something like this.
he grunts your name again, bringing you out of your thoughts, "I've.. huff been waiting for you to get home huff." his hand squeezes his base, he knows he's close now that he knows you're on the other side, possibly listening. which you are
"i stole one of your cute thongs, fuckk, hope you don' mind." he emphasizes this by taking a big whiff of what you can only assume is your underwear.
at that you gasp. that pervert! did he through your laundry hamper!?
"sukuna I know you're lying! stop that!!" you whine and slap the wall like that would get through to him. It definitely doesn't. you fear it actually turned him on more because he mocks your whine, and laughs.
he doesn't respond back. but you can hear his breathing get shallow, like he's probably about to near his climax. a feeling comes over you, and it sits in your stomach. you should really get up and get in the shower, let him handle his problem on his own. but hearing him through the walls get off to the thought of you undeniably turns you on.
"say my name..huff" he growls out like a demand. he starts to set a face pace as he strokes his cock up and down, using your thong as friction against him.
you toss the demand around in your head then decide fuck it !
"sukuna.." your voice shakes.
"again." he growls.
"sukuna."
"fuck yess, one more time princess." his hand tightens at his tip, squeezing hard.
any and all shyness seeps out of you, "sukuna." you purr teasing his name through your lips like a prayer.
all you hear is him groan and throw his head against his wall with a thud. your name spills out his mouth like a melody made song. his cum covers your thong in white ribbons, covering the fabric in thick waves of white.
you can only close your eyes and imagine that it was your actual cunt instead.
sorry i don’t have an actual ending my brain tapped out there
