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SUMMARY: Reader is an author who has recently begun writing a book with sexual content. She's experiencing a bit of a roadblock because, well... she's a twenty-five-year-old virgin. She doesn't know what to do until hot and sweet Jack Abbot comes up to her in her beloved coffee shop-slash-office and changes her entire life.

WARNINGS: This series is very spicy. Their relationship begins sexually, and emotions, vulnerability and story telling comes after. There are mentions of starting a family, as well as toxic relationships (previous partners; not current). The speed of their relationship is also quite fast in comparison to real life relationships. This is fiction.

PAIRING: Jack Abbot x afab reader

A/N: This is an age gap fic. Jack is 45 and reader is 25, turning 26. Reader in this series does not have a chosen race or ethnicity, but usually reader is envisioned as a bit chubbier (that is how reader is in most of my fics).

STATUS: Ongoing

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CHAPTERS

Chapter One: Roadblock (6.5k)

Chapter Two: A Date and a List (5.5k)

Chapter Three: Falling for Jack Abbot (Literally) (6.2k)

Chapter Four: Tied Up. Come By Later. (10k)

Chapter Five: 2 Conversations. 1 Night. 1 Feeling. (7.3k)

gojonanami

THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS - 'THE PROF GETO SERIES'

INSTRUCTOR INFORMATION Professor Suguru Geto Level: Advanced (18+) Total Points: 91,264 / 91,264 (100% Complete) Extra Credit Earned: 3,603 Recommended Study Playlist

COURSE DESCRIPTION Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a 4.0, straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin (or that's what you think). Instead of dropping the class, you're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn more about the other -- and what you owe to each other.

COURSE REQUIREMENTS

I. I NEED SOMEONE OLDER....................................10,376 POINTS

II. ILLICIT AFFAIRS......................................................16,821 POINTS

III. THE WRONG PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME......12,010 POINTS

IV. YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS.........14,288 POINTS

V. WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE..........................................12,464 POINTS

VI. TEACH YOU HOW FOREVER FEELS…………….25,305 POINTS

EXTRA CREDIT

I. SUDDENLY, I HAVE A VALENTINE.......................1,208 POINTS

II. SAY YOU CAN'T SLEEP (BABY I KNOW).............2,395 POINTS

hotties4gojo

AISHA’S GETO-CENTRIC FIC RECS

a collection of my favorite geto suguru fics i’ve read over the years that i want to spotlight, consisting of pieces that include fluff, angst, smut, and more. fics are divided by series/oneshots/drabbles. please heed all warnings & give all included authors their very much deserved flowers! shamelessly plugging my own geto fics as well :p i’ve marked superscript next to authors to indicate if they’ve been included multiple times in this post! will be updated regularly-ish with new recs

series:

best friend!geto (ongoing?) by @fricks ; i’ve reread all of the entries in this series so many times that i could beam this shit onto the back of my eyelids and reread them all over again just like that. i adoreeee geto’s characterization here (fricks is a geto expert truly) he’s such a charming little shit and the witty convos between him and reader are just tew good. i can’t decide on a favorite part cos they’re all amazing IM SERIOUS. THIS IS MY LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA PLEASE DONT BURN IT DOWN!!!!

dishonorable (complete) on ao3 ; regency/bridgerton aus are always divine and this fic is no exception. duke geto and reader’s chemistry is too good 🚬 love how they want to strangle each other yet they flirt with each other in the same breath. duke geto take it out its hurtingggguuuhhhh

six degrees of separation (complete) by @starmapz ² ; i read this yeaaaars ago so imagine my surprise when i dug this fic up again and realized trish wrote it 😭 the angst in this has stuck with me for YEARS . geto loves so hard and that facet really shines in this fic. the entire thing is incredibly true to his character as a whole and serves as an amazing analysis of his character. how am i even allowed to read this masterpiece without a price? like wdym this is FREE?

deathreverse

APARTMENT SEVENTEEN — SERIES MASTERLIST

★ indicates smut / 𖤓 indicates fluff / ♡ indicates angst

SUMMARY: Jack Abbot is not an overly-neighborly person. He has secret nicknames in his head for most of the people on his floor and actively avoids any and all types of neighbor politics. However, he can’t deny his growing fondness for the single mom and toddler in apartment seventeen. (Nor his burning hatred for your baby daddy).

WARNINGS: this series includes a very chaotic reader with an even more chaotic toddler, mentions of abandonment, Jack's inability to consider anything good and worthwhile for himself, eventual smut, friends to lovers, mentions of previous abusive relationships, mentions of mental health struggles, miscommunication, age gap (reader is around 27 and Jack is in his 40's), medical inaccuracies and more.

A/N: I am very very excited to share this series and bring it to life. It started as a very random idea that quickly transpired into a huge story in my head within a matter of minutes. It does touch on some potentially triggering topics but warnings will be given in each chapter!

PAIRING: Jack Abbot x Single Mom!Reader

STATUS: Ongoing

Alternatively, you can read on Wattpad or Ao3!

mcybank

Tender — Jack Abbot

pairing — jack abbot x college!reader

summary — the worst-cared-for girl in the county keeps washing up in jack’s er, and he can’t help but start paying attention.

warnings — 19.2k. large age gap (jack’s fifty/reader’s in twenties), doctor/patient dynamic initially, power imbalance (attending/nursing student, age, life experience), yearning!jack, protective!jack, jealous!jack, and literally every single word in the book, mutual pining, slow burn, he falls first, hurt/comfort, reader shows signs of adhd but it isn’t explicit, alcohol use (recurrent drunkenness, mention of alcohol poisoning, ER, and repeated intoxication played somewhat lightly), loneliness/self isolation, low self-worth, it’s very difficult for her to accept care, lack of family support/implied estrangement, financial stress and overworking, she’s also spending an unrealistic amt of time hanging out in the ed but it’s fanfic so it’s ok, jokes about financial stress, injuries (sprains, split lip, bruising, gravel burns), medical setting, blood, referenced patient death (patient dies, off-page, Jack grieves), making out/heavy kissing, suggestiveeee content (thumb-in-mouth beat, grinding) but nothing explicit.

notes — oops sorry this fic is so so self-indulgent 🫶 i literally loved writing them tho i was thinking about them for days on end. tried to take a swing at this based on this idea i had + thank you @ker0senebunny for inspriring the shoe scene!!!! inspired by this post + my er visits where i was literally the worst patient ever

Friday and Saturday after midnight, the board filled up with the same predictable words; alcohol poisonings, bar-fight lacerations, the kids who’d taken things they couldn’t name and showed up convinced they were dying when they were mostly just twenty and having a large thought. Jack triaged it on autopilot, and he’d stopped finding any of it interesting somewhere around year seven.

Sure, sometimes there were some cases that got a mild laugh out of him or turned his head. There was a kid who’d superglued his halloween mask on his own face for a dare. The guy who’d lost a bet and swallowed something he wouldn’t name in front of his mother, who was present and furious. The occasional genuinely strange thing the human body did that still, after all these years, made Jack think huh, that’s interesting, the small grim curiosity that was about the only part of the job the years hadn’t fully sanded down. He kept those and told them to new nurses over shitty coffee at four a.m. because he supposed that was a better story than what he could say about the Middle East.

dolcemisu

opposites attract ❤︎

frat!sukuna has a massive crush on his shy tutor ! ⟡ : college au : flirting : sukuna has a soft spot for reader : pining : teasing . . more as updated dc: @ tsumiinum ◞ ac: @ winterrbluess

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𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟　. . . fluff﹕ ❤︎ ◞ smut﹕ ✦ ◞ angst﹕ ×

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001 𓂃 frat!kuna likes to fluster his tutor ! ❤︎

002 𓂃 frat!kuna finds reasons to talk to his tutor outside of sessions ! ❤︎

??? 𓂃 frat!kuna wants to hear your pretty noises ✦

tba 𓂃 shopping for stationary supplies w frat!kuna ❤︎

tba 𓂃 frat!kuna is a reward based learner ✦

TBA ...

kuttithevangu

Being a calm, gentle, non-reactive person is really hard work, which is probably why many people are none of these things. Personally I think it’s worth it but sometimes one does want to just roll around on the floor wailing at the top of one’s lungs

kuttithevangu

People in my notes who think I’m repressed or dissociating: you will feel better when you learn emotions are not a binary of Not Feeling It vs Being Overwhelmed By It

blorbospinninhouseplant

Ok but How Do I Do That

kuttithevangu

Learn strategies for enhancing self-regulation skills, and discover the benefits of mastering this essential life skill to help emotional dy

There are many techniques (also, there are drugs)

kuttithevangu

Emotional regulation is about managing emotions to maintain balance.

A little meatier than the Harvard page but covering the same ground. These pages will give you additional phrases to google for advice

fireladylisa

— the arrangement ∬ ֗ ₊

chapter one

ა ˙˖ summary → there’s no one you hate more than satoru gojo. he’s arrogant and entirely too full of himself. when you agree to be strictly enemies with benefits, gojo takes this as the perfect opportunity to finally make you his. ა ˙˖ content: 12.3k wc, accurate portrayal of fraternities so the boys are jerks srry, hazing, rough sex, spit play, overstimulation, spanking, choking, desperate gojo, you really hate him so not much fluff this chapter! probably more I can't name rn. it's a lot.

frat!jo 𝓍 fem!reader

When you first got your acceptance letter to your dream school three years ago, you never thought it would end up with you in this position. The side of your face pressed into the cold wooden desk by the hand of your enemy, your shorts and panties dropped to your ankles, his cock slamming into you so hard that your research papers and pens go flying to the library floor.

The sound of the legs creaking fill the study room room, his pace ruthless, long fingers digging into your cheek to keep you down as you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out his name and begging him to go harder.

One might wonder how you, the notorious frat hater, ended up letting a playboy like Gojo Satoru get into your pants not once, not twice, but eight times in the last two weeks after swearing he was your number one enemy.

It all started the first day of uni when you let your roommate Shoko convince you into going to a sorority party after a long day of classes and reading syllabuses.

You had been minding your own business, laying on your too small bed with your headphones blaring music as you scrolled through Instagram and pretended like your mom hadn’t been trying to call you for the past twenty minutes.

She was probably calling to check in since she thought you were just getting out of practice, given that you lied about making the gymnastics team to get her off your back. You never even signed up, never had interest in it but had been forced into it as a child. Your mother always told you that one day you’d make it to the olympics and while you were good at it, you had no plans on doing such a thing.

So when her name pops up again, you hit the red button and put your phone on dnd. It was nine, you would just tell her you were asleep.

When you went to play your music again, your roommate walks in and immediately locks eyes with you, a grin spreading on her face that has you squinting suspiciously.

You really liked Shoko. You officially met two weeks ago when you were finally allowed to start moving your stuff in and you had both bonded surprisingly quick over the short period of time, spending almost every day together exploring the campus and surrounding city. Which means you were starting to differentiate between her smiles and the one she wore now told you she wanted to ask you something.

“Thank god you’re still up!” She practically skips into the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

You sigh and sit up, removing an earbud. You pull your rising shorts down and cross your arms with a raised brow. She moved to stand in front of your bed, biting her bottom lip and failing to contain her excitement.

“Spit it out already.”

“There’s a sorority party in an hour and I got invited which means by extension you’re invited and puhleasee, don’t make me go by myself!”

You tried everything to get out of going, from feigning illness to lying that you had to be up early tomorrow for class even though you both basically had the same schedule and your morning was lecture free.

You weren’t a boring person, you partied a lot in high school but this was college and even though you had no clue what you wanted to major in yet, this was where you truly needed to lock in and focus on getting good grades.

Unfortunately for you, Shoko wasn’t having any of it. For every excuse you came up with, she had an argument against it. You don’t wanna be hungover? Fine, just don’t drink! You’re tired? You’re only nineteen, you can rest when you’re dead!

“When your kids ask what you were like in college, are you gonna tell them that you were a loser who sat in her dorm all day or that you were young, hot, and knew how to have fun?”

She had a point. It was just one party, what harm was there in enjoying yourself for a night? If you didn’t like it, you would simply leave. Plus it was at a sorority. You could manage that, though you couldn’t say the same for frats.

You’d die before being caught in one of those.

Fraternities were the embodiment of hell, nothing good ever happened at any of them based on the horror stories your older sister told you while helping you pack for uni. Sweaty, packed rooms, obnoxious men that only wanted to get in your pants, stale beer and hazing were far from your kind of parties.

Fate, as it would turn out, had different plans in store for you.

fireladylisa

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fireladylisa

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fireladylisa

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saintshigaraki

sex with bkg is 30 mins to 1 hr of pussy eating turning to pussy eating and fingering -> making out while he grinds his palm against your cunt while you come all wet and sticky against him -> soft and slow missionary with intense eye contact and a lot of very dirty grinding -> rinse and repeat

dogpuppy

paetalks

noise complaint

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ in which sukuna ryomen is in a band, has an intimidating aura, and a crush on his nephew’s babysitter. who hates him. deeply.

cursed frequency / the sisterhood of the traveling vape

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enemies to lovers kind of (i’m trying), curse words, cigarettes, man hating, mdni </3 disregard timestamps

umiooms

this is the best thing i’ve ever read oh my god

yut2achoya

𑣲⋆ choso finally realises he’s doing more harm than good by fighting his feelings for you—now he just needs to figure out if you’ll still have him…

cw: explicit sexual content. plug!choso x popular fem!reader. highkey angst, p in v, raw, riding, lowkey fem!dom/degrading.

song: “i didn’t see you before, but i see you now” [yearning final boss]

{𝜗ৎ part one / part two / part three 𝜗ৎ}

choso watched you from across the cafeteria. he bit at his blunt thumbnail while his knee bounced insistently beneath the table.

it had been weeks, and you hadn’t so much as looked in his direction since you hooked up that night, after bumping into each other at one of his friends’ parties. he stayed at your place, and as soon as morning came, you were ushering him out of your apartment.

“i really can’t do this anymore, cho,” you’d said. “out of respect for myself.”

he frowned. “y’think i don’t respect you, y/n?”

you’d smiled softly, and sadly, and the sight had made his heart warm and ache at once.

“i know you do.” you sighed out a breath. “you hold me at an unrealistically high regard, choso. that’s why this has to end. and for my own sanity.”

he didn’t have a clue what you were talking about at the time. but given the three weeks he had to reflect on it, he understood: you felt like he didn’t see you as an equal. a human. he saw you as some sort of unreachable celestial being, far above himself.

and you were entirely right.

the idea that someone like you could have feelings for someone like him was an unfathomable concept. and yet, you did. you told him, and he brushed it off like it was nothing. like he could just make it go away.

well it didn’t, and that’s why he’d been watching you from afar for the better part of two months rather than being at your side like he wished he could.

“earth to kamo.”

he dragged his gaze away from your bright smile now, focused it across the table at sukuna.

his friend made a face. “fucking hell, just go talk to her.”

“why would i do that?” choso mumbled, picking up his drink and bringing it to his lips.

“you’ve been moping around for months, brother.” sukuna snatched the cup from his hand before the straw reached cho’s mouth, added, “this is mine. you’re so out of it, it’s quite frankly pathetic.”

he looked to his left, hated that sukuna was right, because his drink was there completely untouched. choso rolled his eyes, folded his arms over his chest. tried to look anywhere but back to the south pole that he was constantly being drawn to. his own personal punishment.

he sucked in a deep breath and let his eyes fall shut.

that was earlier. currently, choso was sat in his mustang outside of an apartment building. a building that he didn’t live in.

was it creepy that he sometimes parked outside of your house in the hopes that he’d catch even a glimpse of you?

maybe.

was it possible for him to just go about his life as if you’d ever met, and without ever checking up on you?

absolutely not.

so this was the compromise. he’d absolutely fucked it with you, and now he’d resorted to becoming a… well, a… stalker.

he shakes his head, as if to rid himself of the thought. so lost in his own mind, that he doesn’t even notice the person approaching his car until he hears the soft rap on his window.

you look down at him as he rolls it open, hands folded over your chest. he hasn’t been this close to you in weeks. the sweet sent of your perfume immediately washes over him; your face, impossibly more beautiful up close than he remembers. he swallows.

“this is the second time your car has been outside my building this week,” is the first thing you say to him in far too long. “it’s tuesday.”

your voice washes over him—his eyes flutter, and he visibly shivers.

“yeah i… work with someone nearby,” he fumbles.

“nearby.” you raise a brow. “so you are outside my building because?”

choso presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek. takes a moment to decide on an answer that will piss you off the least.

“because i miss you,” is what he comes up with.

“oh fuck off, choso,” you scoff, already turning on your heels.

he shoves open the car door, barely remembering to push it shut in his haste to keep you close.

“i’m sorry, y/n,” he calls, voice desperate as he walks after you. “i’m sorry baby—”

“ughhh.” you push a hand through your hair as you swing the door to your building open. “don’t ‘baby’ me.”

his heart drops with every inch of space you put between you and him after so long being apart. the sight of you walking away causes an uncomfortable sensation of dread in his chest.

“i know you don’t want to see me,” he tells you as he pulls open the door to the stairwell, holds it open and allows you to pass under.

“under-fucking-statement of the century,” you mutter.

“i just… please talk to me.” he internally cringes at his sudden inability to recall the english language.

you don’t break your stride, just throw, “since when have we ever done that?” over your shoulder.

“y/n, please—” choso cuts off with a barely contained, choked noise.

it’s so foreign, such a pitiful sound to leave his mouth—he notices you glance over your shoulder, a slight furrow between your brows.

“just give me five minutes,” he says quietly as you reach the top of the stairs, nearing your apartment entirely too quickly. “fuck, i only need one.”

you roll your eyes and turn back around to swing the stairwell door open. your apartment door is right opposite.

you push the key in and twist, and it swings inwards. “so it has to be on your terms for us to talk?” you ask, holding the door open for him to pass by. “what about when i wanted to talk, choso?”

he pushes his hand through the front of his hair, squeezes his eyes shut—it means that he doesn’t see how hard you roll yours as you drag his other arm and usher him in.

it’s the click of the door behind you that snaps him out of whatever desperation riddled trance he was in. his eyes blink open. he takes in the fact that he’s standing in your apartment. when he turns to you, you’re already moving for your bedroom door.

he reaches out instinctively to stop you in your tracks. “where are you going?”

you look at him like that was the most stupid question you’ve ever heard. nod your head to your bedroom door.

it makes choso’s heart ache.

“i’m not here to fuck, baby,” he tells you softly, wanting nothing more than to reach out and hold your face in his hands if he knew you’d receive it well.

you raise a brow. “you’re not?” you ask, with mock confusion that might just be real. “but that’s all this is, is it not?”

choso shakes his head, hand still gripping your wrist, now leading you away from your bedroom and into the living room area.

“it’s not,” he tells you.

you snatch your arm away as if you’ve only just remembered that his touch is supposed to be unwanted. cross them over your chest.

“really?” you tilt your head. “but we’re oil and water, choso. or am i mistaken? did i misread that very clear statement?”

“i’m sorry,” he repeats firmly. he needs you to understand it, not just hear it.

you sigh. “so i’ve heard.”

“i disregarded your feelings, and i’m sorry,” he says again, making sure every word is clear as day. “i pushed you away. you didn’t want it, and i definitely didn’t want it.”

you look him in the eye for what feels like the first time in months. he thinks he notices you chewing on the inside of your lip, a nervous habit. but he can’t be sure.

“choso.” you close your eyes. push a hand through the front of you hair and mussing it so prettily in the process. “i really can’t do this right now.”

“i know, bab— y/n.” he lifts his hands in surrender. “tell me i’m a selfish asshole. tell me i don’t deserve you. call me a dickhead. call me anything.”

if your fury was all he could have, he would take it a million times over if it meant he could be near you.

“you still don’t understand, cho,” you say, strained. “and you’re so in your head about being unworthy of me that you don’t hear a word i’m saying.” your lower lip wobbles, and it kills him knowing he’s the reason. “but you won’t fucking let me get over you. why?”

choso shakes his head. his throat tightens.

“do you want me to be miserable?” you ask. “is that it? you can’t have me, so nobody else can?”

“that’s not—”

“you could walk away from me and have anyone else—”

“i don’t want—”

“but instead you keep. coming. back.” you make a choked sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “you keep fucking with my mind, with my heart, over, and over—”

“tell me how i’m supposed to leave you alone when you’re all i ever think about, y/n,” choso snaps.

it takes you, and him, by surprise, but he can’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth.

“tell me how i’m supposed to see you every day and not be reminded of your eyes looking up at me. tell me how i’m supposed to stop loving you. tell me, and i swear to god i’ll listen.”

for a painfully silent moment, you just stare at each other. choso’s chest heaving with adrenaline. your body completely still.

when you take a step towards him, he isn’t sure what to expect. definitely not for you to push him backwards. lightly at first. the second time, you shove him harder, both hands against his chest. he lets himself fall back onto the couch.

he watches you as you quietly drop your head to your hands. stay like that for a moment, before you lift it again. his heart shatters when he sees the dark makeup staining the skin beneath your eyes.

you don’t say anything, even as you climb onto the sofa, straddling a leg over both of his. or when you begin to work the button on his jeans. he breathes your name, feels his cock twitch despite everything, and you look up at him—such a devastating sight, as you pull him out of his pants.

“is that supposed to make me feel better,” you say. he knows it isn’t a question for him to answer. “you hating that you love me?”

he quickly shakes his head regardless, attention flicking between your face and your thumb tracing the tip of his rapidly hardening cock. you spit in your palm. twist your wrist as you slide it down his length the way you know he likes it.

“you can’t have me, so now you suddenly love me?”

“loved you from the start,” he blurts. “maybe even before.”

your grip tightens around his shaft and he sucks in a breath.

“you’re the biggest asshole i’ve ever met, choso kamo,” you breathe, eyes flicking between his, dropping down to his parted lips. “and i have met some real fucking assholes.”

“i know baby,” he murmurs. when you focus your attention on his tip, his head lolls back, a moan climbing his throat. “i’m sorry.”

he watches you with heavy lidded eyes as you sit up on your knees. you pull your shorts to the side, not bothering to take them off. he reaches up to hold them in place for you while you line his cock up with your hole.

he whines as you drag it between your folds. “i really didn’t come here to do this, y/n. i want to—”

“you can come up with some more bullshit later,” you tell him, voice breathy. “when i can muster up enough fucks to give.”

his other hand moves to your ass as you sink down onto the first couple inches of his erection. his jaw drops entirely, eyes glued to the place where you’re connected, hand gripping your flesh. when you drop your head to his shoulder, he moves it to the back of your head, stroking it down your hair.

“oh my god,” you say, lips brushing against the skin of his neck.

you clench around him, and the moan that leaves his mouth can only be described as agonised.

“squeezing me so good, baby,” he whispers, more air than words. “fuck, you feel so good.”

you cup the back of his neck. mumble, “stop talking,” between kisses against his throat whilst you grind down against his cock.

he opens his mouth to do the opposite, but when you lift your hips and slam them back down again, his words are lost to a whimper.

“you’re always so noisy when i fuck you like this,” you say, fingers gripping the shorter hair at his nape, lips brushing the spot beneath your ear. “so confident when it comes to anything else, but can hardly take pussy.”

it’s when you’re like this, that gets choso going the fastest. mean. ruthless. he wasn’t sure what liking the way you degraded him said about his character. all he knew was that it turned him the fuck on.

when you pulls back so that you can look him in the eye, he feels his hips jerk up instinctively. your hand slides from his hair to grip his chin, watching the way his eyes flutter and his brows turn up. the way his mouth gapes open while you bounce on his cock, while he rolls his hips to meet yours.

when he feels his tip brush against that soft spot that melts you completely, you moan, despite what he knows is your best efforts. your forehead falls to his, and now you’re pressed against each other, breathing the same air as he stretches you over and over again.

“you’re so stupid,” you say against his lips.

“i know baby,” he murmurs. “fuckkk, i know i am.”

“i’m not gonna forgive, fuck, i’m not gonna forgive you jughh—just because you suddenly realised you can’t live without me,” you tell him.

“i could never live without you,” he says. “not after knowing what it feels like to have you.”

“i hate you, cho,” you moan as your hips begin to lose their momentum. he grips your ass, picking up the slack and thrusting his hips up so that his cock drives into you again and again.

“i know you do,” he breathes. “i love you too, y/n.”

you lean forward and push your tongue into his mouth as he feels your walls tighten around him. as your hand in his hair pulls painfully taught, and a broken moan transfers from your mouth to his whilst you fall apart on his cock.

choso cums so hard that it’s nearly painful, whimpering quietly into your mouth, licking at your tongue, spilling into you until it overflows and dribbles back down his length.

when he blinks his eyes back open again, you’re regarding him.

“go home,” you tell him.

just two words, and his heart sinks so abruptly that it causes his eyes to well up, almost immediate.

“when you come back tomorrow, i expect something far better than a desperate, heat-of-the-moment confession of love,” you finish, lifting yourself off his still hard cock and standing up.

he huffs out a breath of relief. maybe a bit of disbelief. watches you, awestruck, as you walk over to the bathroom door.

you turn, hand on the doorknob, to look over him. raise your brows and jerk your thumb in the direction of the front door—it makes a laugh jump out of him. maybe his first in weeks.

“yes ma’am,” he responds, tucking himself into his pants.

you’ve disappeared into the shower without even a goodbye.

it’s still more than choso could’ve ever wished for.

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a/n: guys i’m sorry i’m late i passed tf out last night!!!! i know i wrote ten reps of bullshit but this slump has me in a chokehold and not an enjoyable one. plug!cho complete though 🥺 i’ll write another fic where he’s actually more plug i just get so lost in my own sauce that i be forgetting the original plot. forgive me. love and miss you all xxxxxx

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fukiouh

[SOLVED] | nerdjo x reader

The first mistake you made was using Reddit to find a roommate. The second was moving in with him anyway. Satoru Gojo is a gorgeous man and a terminally online incel who will explain exactly why a nice guy like him can't get a girlfriend. When you decide to weaponize your hotness against his incel worldview, you expect to break him and his “alpha male" ideologies. You do not expect to spend a random evening getting your roommate's dick out of a stuck cock ring.

pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader

warnings: 18+ (mdni!!), explicit sexual content, afab!reader, modern AU, roommate AU, nerdjo, incel!gojo, virgin!gojo, oral (m and f receiving), piv, creampie, light degradation, praise kink, cum in hair, cum eating, cum-drunk, pussy-drunk, cock rings, fleshlights, improper use of hair tie, improper use of yogurt (accidentally ??), oil and fluids everywhere, it’s a bit disgusting, light choking, groping, big time copium from reader, secondhand embarrassment you’d die, reddit, incel stuff, crack treated seriously, fluff, smut, slow burn but the burn is just pure cringe

word count: 17k

The first mistake you made was using Reddit to find a roommate. Should’ve been a red flag, really. The second was agreeing to meet the guy in person.

You walked into the coffee shop, scanning the midday crowd for someone who matched the description — twenty-something, remote-employed, appreciates a quiet living environment. You were expecting a tired grad student, maybe. Or some tech guy in a Patagonia fleece. Something like that.

Instead, you found a gorgeous, gorgeous looking man. And you were confident it was him, since there were exactly two men present — him, and some grandpa having his afternoon caffeine fix.

And the guy was, objectively and objectifyingly speaking, probably the prettiest guy you had ever laid your eyes on. Way too tall, way too broad, the messy hair and the cute glasses adding the je ne sais quoi of the hot nerd aesthetic you were simply too weak for. Even hunched over his phone like that, he looked aggressively cute. But, let’s be honest, you weren't exactly against a cheeky roommates-to-lovers situation, if you catch my drift.

lynkz777

the fakest girl yk has a bible verse in her bio

rinaxs

HOW TO PRETEND !!

SYNOPSIS !! choso is initially a little irritated when his customers start dropping like flies. come to find out, they have only moved on to a different dealer, you! he did not expect to gain a crush on the girl who packs pre-rolls with hellokitty stickers. > plug!choso x plug!reader > fic + smau combo! mainly leaning towards smau thooo

AUTHOR'S NOTE !! WOOP WOOP poll isn't even finished yet but i was so bored guys... pt2 will honestly (maybe) come out tmr bc i have more ss but tumblr wouldn't let me add it on my phone ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌ꐦ,,) credits!! pics from pinterest, choso art from thatsallitchief (I THINK), divider from pixopix

TAGLIST !! @cttelina @kriitee @sailormarsinanotherlife @duckie3801

when choso's orders started declining, the last thing he expected was because someone else poached his regulars from him. and even more so, he never would have expected that the latest campus plug was a girl that used pink paper for rolling and put 'thank you' notes with her orders. it was sukuna that showed him what your packages looked like.

choso doesn't really know why he asked for your number. just like how he didn't know why sukuna was buying from someone else when sukuna usually bought from him. he decides to texts you on a whim.

choso buys a couple pre-rolls from you and asks to meet. from simply texting you, choso decides that you are a little too chipper to be a plug. but he supposes he wasn't one to judge.

he meets you at some random lot and his first thought is that you look exactly how you text. even from where you stood in the distance, you wave and give him a grin so wide choso is sure your cheeks hurt.

you meet midway and you greet him happily, "hiya! you're choso, right?"

he nods, "you're honestly exactly what i was expecting."

you tilt your head to the side in confusion, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothing bad, sweetheart, i promise," choso chuckles, pulling out his wallet and taking out the cash. "you just look like the kind of girl that sells pink pre-rolls and adds stickers as freebies."

you jokingly snatch the cash from his grasp. "and what's wrong with that, hm?"

"not a damn thing," choso tells you with a smirk.

later when choso heads back to his place and lights up the pre-roll he bought from you, he finds himself chuckling as he takes a puff from the pink joint. suddenly, he can't blame his regulars from buying from you. your shit was pretty damn good for the price and who wouldn't want to meet up with a cute girl to buy weed?

for the next few weeks, choso finds himself texting you pretty often. he doesn't know why yet but he's become infatuated with you. can you blame him?

choso lets out a sigh as he swipes out of your contact to message gojo.

lilithkleia

PRETTY PLEASE!

art: @/thatsallitcheif . dividers: @/dollywons .

synopsis: sukuna used to be good. that’s exactly what you told yourself each night that you cried into your sheets, praying the old him would come back to you. the version of him that wasn’t a famous boxer. but when one mishap leads to another, with you cutting sukuna out of your life, he’s dead set on begging to get you back, but all of this would’ve been a lot simpler if toji hadn’t gotten involved. and if you didn’t find the need to find solace in ryomen sukuna’s best friend.

wc: 5.8k words.

cw/note: toxic sukuna, fem!reader, toji x reader, ex!sukuna, sukuna x reader, messy drama, mentions of alcohol, pathetic men, smut.

this is my entry for chelsea’s 1k event !! ily my chels and happipi birthday <3

—

the smell of metal permeated through the air, the chaos of the ring still running through sukuna's brain—the noise of the ring, the spotlight on his face while people cheered him on, his name chanted like a mantra in the stadium as the referee raised his arm up.

the camera's on his face, broadcasting his every move, his muscles coated in sweat, his inked skin shining under the blaring lights, staring right at the camera before winking at it.

and you sat, your tv screen bright in your dark apartment, your eyes locked onto your screen while your bastard of an ex winked at the screen. winked at you.

and a part of you knew of the front he put on—the loud charismatic, charming sukuna ryomen. but you knew exactly what rhythm his heart beat the very second he realised that you could actually see him. that you were miles away from his embrace, scowling at his screen while you could've very well have been in his arms. but sukuna was always his own undoing. and knowing it, was exactly what was killing him.

he did this to himself—it's all he told himself while he wrapped himself up. the scent of iodine now flooding his nose while he cleaned himself up.

he heard toji come up from behind him, flopping himself next to sukuna, ruffling his pink hair while he pouted like a child.

"the formidable ryomen sukuna wins again, huh?"

"yeah yeah whatever man."

"come on man, at least celebrate—you've won three games in a row and you've headed straight home every single time."

"your version of celebrating is getting shitfaced at a bar, toji. i'm not doing that i need to stay in shape." he grumbled under his breath.

toji sighed dramatically next to him, watching him patch himself up, tending to the cuts on his arms and his lips while his brain seemed to be lost somewhere miles away from the infirmary.

with the hairtie he always had finding its way to his wrists once more, he shoved all of his clothes back into his bag, his keys clinking together while he walked toward his bike.

he didn't want to head home, nothing smelled like you

toji caught upto him again, grabbing him by the shoulders—

"is this about her again?"

"drop it."

all he could do was shrug—because what else was there left to say? that he fucked over the one real thing he had left in his life?

confronting it, meant that he'd had to accept that what he'd done was real. and that was the kind of thing sukuna ryomen always seemed to be running from.

"come on, kuna, you need this. clear your head a little."

"ugh. fine." and before he knew it, he'd relented—maybe having alcohol in his veins would finally clear his head.

—

you stared at the screen, replaying the same game, the same punches over and over again, and the same shit eating grin he had on the very moment he looked at your screen. you knew that you had to move on—you broke up with him. and you were the one who wanted nothing to do with him anymore. but a small sick part of you wanted to see how far he'd go just for a sliver of your attention.

you did remember when it wasn't exactly like this. a time where the two of you weren't dancing around the edge of a knife.

—

"ryo when are you gonna stop getting hurt, geez." is all you said while watching him wince under the touch of antiseptic on his face.

he was seated right before you, with you standing between his legs while he looked at you with love struck eyes.

"it's what boxing's all about doll, i can't help it."

"tch. at least don't ruin your pretty face then."

he giggled into your palm, pulling you by the waist, right before resting his head into your chest, his cheeks tinting the same shade of pink as his hair while you kissed the top of his head.

"try not to get decked in the face, baby."

"i love it when you call me that."

"you're just soft."

"sue me. i like my girlfriend." is all he got out before tackling you onto the bed, his face still smushed against your body while you tried to fight him off. he always won, and you never had it in you to complain.

it was routine—he came over to your place after every single fight, listening to you nag until he finally got your writing underneath him.

"r—ryo hck—s-slow down please."

"awh but you're taking me sooo well~"

you could feel his hips rock against yours, his cock buried inside your cunt, while you whimpered against his shoulders, tears threatening to spill at the corner of yours eyes while his pace never relented.

everything always ended with him collapsing on top of you, his muscles moulded against yours while he refused to get off of you no matter how hard you tried to move the oaf off of you.

but there was comfort in this endless cycle. the way the two of you fell into each other's arms like you belonged there.

—

sukuna could feel the alcohol clouding his brain—the rounds of shots that toji ordered was finally starting to get to him, with his head buzzing underneath the shitty bar lights while toji sat across from him, chatting up the pretty barista while she slid him some more drinks.

"is this what you call a celebration?" sukuna slurred, staring at toji through lidded eyes while set a glass before him.

"you barely go outside anymore, this is the best i've gotten from you in months."

sukuna looked up at him, blinking slowly like a confused cat while toji tried to prod around the very thing that sukuna refused to talk about. maybe, just maybe he'd finally slip up to say something, anything about the girl he's been brooding over the past two months.

"so…you haven't talked to her in months huh?"

"i told you to drop it, didn't i?"

"it's been so long, at least give me something to work with here, sukuna."

"i'll talk to my therapist."

"you don't have one."

and right before sukuna found a way to divert the conversation—to find any way out from having to talk about you and crying into toji's arms while he was on the verge of being shitfaced, but toji didn't seem to budge.

he was being dramatic, sure, and yes, it'd been ages but he was far from being over you. and the worst part is, he didn't want to be. he wanted to let the rot fester until it finally ate him whole.

"alright are you done being edgy? get to it." he huffed, wrapping one of his arms around sukuna's shoulder while he desperately tried to grasp at the right words.

he sucked at this—he was terrible at finding the right words to describe it, i mean what was he supposed to say? that running away from something real would make him lose who he thought was the love of his life?

—

you'd lost count of how many times sukuna had forgotten to come home to you. where the games began to extend later and later into the night until you kept finding yourself curled up on your couch, waiting for him to get home.

he was good, the relationship was good. it's what you told yourself while watching him on your screen—with people cheering his name, his abs glistening with sweat, his ink underneath the blaring lights while he struck the same shit eating grin at the camera.

he was different. you swore it—trying to remind yourself of the person he used to be before the attention, before the fame. back during the times he only knew you.

he cared, he cared, you promised your friends he did, even when you sat by your screen, with tears pooling down your cheeks whenever he went to whatever after party he had going on, surrounded by stunning women, his head buzzed with cheap liquor while everyone practically threw themselves at him.

because after the fame, after you got him to pursue his love for a sport so beautiful and violent, he began to treat you like an afterthought.

the visits he always made to your apartment as an excuse so you could patch him up, the late night rides he took you on after every game even if his arms began to feel like jello, all the stupid flowers he'd pick up on his way back. it all seemed the dwindle. it was as if you couldn't give him what the people were—the kind of admiration and fear they seemed to have in his presence. and of course, you weren't a model in a miniskirt and high heels to throw yourself at him, the kind to wrap her manicured nails around his biceps and purr into his ears.

you were just you. the ordinary girl who spent late nights trying to get him to where he was now, the same stupid girl you were when he met you in college, the girl who never really had it in her to stick up for herself. and that horrible part of you that wanted to stay, just to see how much more of it could could take started to claw at your heart, curling into yourself like you always did, sobbing into the stupid jacket he gave you back when he cared. back when he cared enough to show up.

but he'd change right? right…?

—

"it can't be that bad man, didn't you fuck up the relationship to begin with?" if toji was going to get answers out of him, he might as well be straight up, because it was true.

toji liked you, he really did—he remembers helping sukuna start conversations with you, basically brainstorming dates behind the scenes while you always tried to escape him. toji was basically his wingman the whole time. he knew you, and he knew you had a heart of gold, and that sometime sukuna was going to pull away and walk all over you. not unless you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

"way to cheer me up dude."

"i'm not trying to cheer you up, and you know you fucked up."

"yeah. yeah i did." he sighed into his glass, the flush creeping up his neck while he tried to look everywhere but at toji's eyes. he knew of toji's soft spot for you too, reasonably so, you were the kind of person who couldn't hurt a fly if you tried. and somehow sukuna having gotten you to snap must've been the most impressive thing he's done in his entire career.

"she was so good to you too." toji huffed next to him, watching him drop his head in his hands while groaning.

"alright fine. i need your help. i want her back."

"attaboy. say the magic words."

he rolled his eyes back, but he knew his pride died the day you slammed a door shut in his face. right after you threw all of his stuff square at his face.

"please toji."

"good boy."

"you're disgusting."

"well i'm about to tell you how to get back the girl of your dreams, so suck it."

he knew he was grasping for straws, but toji might as well have been his best shot. and he knew the second he tried to contact any of your friends—shoko would have him hung by the balls before your apartment. the visual was enough to have him clutching his pearls.

"so what does she like?"

"flowers, food, i dunno? normal stuff?"

"my god, dude, it's like you barely know her."

sukuna sulked into his palms, dragging his hands down his face while toji snickered.

"she likes when you're soft, right? and she likes lilies and eccentric candles and those charms she always has lying around her place."

"huh..how'd you know that."

"just a hunch."

a part of sukuna wanted to be jealous, because toji knew you, he understood you the way sukuna sometimes just…couldn't.

the two of you were always close, buddy buddy way before sukuna came into the picture—swooping you up in his tatted arms and never turning back.

—

you stared at your phone screen, the same video playing over and over again, the very same video of two girls in glittery eyeliner whispering in sukuna's ears. your grip only tightened while your eyes brimmed with tears, flush creeping up your cheeks while you dialed the only number you could think of. toji.

you tears only ran faster while you heard his voice through your speaker—

"you don't usually call this late, pretty, what's wrong?" his voice was teasing, only momentarily until he heard your sniffling on the line.

"hey hey, what's wrong pretty?"

"h—he's tired of me isn't he, toji?" you hiccuped, barely holding yourself together while your tears left salt tracks on your face.

"what're you talking about, y/n?" he tried to keep his tone leveled, knowing exactly what you saw right before you'd called him. and he was going to kill sukuna if it meant that you'd finally stop crying over someone who finally let even the tiniest bit of attention get to his brain.

"fuck that y/n, you know you're so much better than him, right?"

all he could hear were your sniffles from the other end of the line, and gods it made his heart hurt.

"i—i guess. i don't know what to do. i just want him out."

"then kick him out and never take him back until he fucking begs, doll."

—

"beg."

"you cannot be serious, man."

"no i mean it."

sukuna knew he'd fucked up—he'd struck gold and somehow managed to lose you, but to beg? would be really have to get on his knees and plead for the off chance that you'd let him back in? surely, he was above that right?

"beg for what? for her to take me back? and apologise for keeping up my image in public?"

"if you think you're above it, don't do it, it's better for me anyway."

"and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

toji eyed him up and down, his gaze lazy, practiced, like he knew something that sukuna didn't.

"don't worry about it. what's important now is that you make progress. she barely talks to you now, so anything is better than this, really."

"you're probably right."

"well, yeah, i know her."

—

sukuna finally made his way into your apartment, his body smelling like some floral perfume, and body glitter rubbed all over his body, knocking at your door like he owned the place.

"baaaaaaby i'm home"

you could hear his sing song tune from the inside of your place. and that part of you that would've gone soft, that would've welcomed him into your arms the second you heard his voice. she was long gone. because for once in your life, you deserved to get back at him for every single night you spent curled up on your mattress, crying over the fact that you'd never be someone who belonged in his new life.

you open your door, taking him in right before you hurled a bag full of his clothes right at his face.

"i don't want to see you ever again." your voice was shaky, a little unsure, but it was a lot more confident than you'd felt in ages.

"w—what're you talking about?" he was panicked, watching your soft features morph into something like disgust, and the worst of it, something close to disappointment.

"i'm tired. i'm tired of your bullshit, and i'm tired of you never showing up, sukuna. you're more than welcome to find someone to fit into this chaos, because it's not going to be me."

"wait—baby we can talk about this—."

he started to wrack his brain for everything he'd done, fixating on the fact that he was about to lose the one consistent presence in his life, solely because he couldn't do the easiest thing he could've possibly done. he didn't show up. the very second he'd been given the attention he craved, he caved, forgetting all about the very person who got him up there in the first place.

and watching your pretty face staring him down like he meant nothing to you, like you hurt him, was killing him.

"we have nothing to talk about. have a great life, sukuna."

and the last he saw of you was right before you slammed your door smack against his face, right before he fell to his knees in front of your apartment. that was the night that sukuna ryomen cried for the first time, over something he did. and over someone he lost.

—

you heard knocking at your door the next night, and the very moment you opened it, you found toji standing on the other side.

"you okay, pretty?"

"yeah."

"don't lie to me."

you laughed while he scooped you up into his arms, making you dinner while you sat on the counter watching his muscles stretch and manoeuver through the kitchen while he cooked.

"why'd you come here toji?"

"what's that supposed to mean? can't i check up on my friends?"

"don't play dumb with me, fushiguro. you're closer to sukuna than you are to me."

"fine. i'm being just a tad bit selfish here."

you hummed in response while he brought a spoon close to your lips as you parted them.

"selfish?" you mumbled, swallowing down the warm mouthful of soup while you looked up at him.

"i wanted to be there for you. and sue me but i don't call you pretty for no reason."

"so you wanna get in my pants, is that what this is?"

"geez. i do also care about you, you know that right?"

"never said i was opposed to you getting in my pants."

he eyed you up and down, moving closer to you, resting his hands on either side of the counter—his eyes flicking to your lips and back up at your eyes.

"this is wrong…you just broke up with him."

"you always said you'd be there for me, no?"

"fuck, you're dangerous."

"yeah?" you barely got the word out before his lips were pressed against your, his hands pulling you closer until you were flush against him while you moved his mouth to your neck, sucking on each spot to figure out which one of them would make you scream.

and before you knew it, you were scooped up into his arms, carried into your bedroom while he made quick work of your clothes.

"the condoms are in the top drawer."

"gotcha."

you wanted to feel bad—the fact that mere moments after kicking sukuna out of your apartment you were underneath toji.

but hey, to get over one man you gotta get under another, right?

he was treating you like porecelain—his thrusts slow and deep while you arched your back against him, his hands cupping your chin to crash his lips against yours again, drinking in every single sound you made while you were taking his cock so, so well.

you were a whimpering mess against him, the filthy sounds filling your apartment while you chanted his name like a scripture.

you held onto his back as you came, your nails scratching a path down the expanse of muscle while he collapsed on top of you, softly kissing your neck while you were crushed underneath him.

and the second the both of you locked eyes, you knew that there was no turning back from this.

fushiguro toji had just fucked his ex's girlfriend. and this was the first night, the first of a spiralling attachment that grew out of desperation and need. the need to cling onto something that you knew you'd lost. well, something that you thoughtyou lost.

—

"hey doll." you heard toji from the other end of the line while you went through your assignments, listening to him ramble about irrelevant details about his day while all you did was hum in response to it.

the two of you had fallen into a comfortable cycle of fucking whenever you needed to blow off steam and whenever toji was pissed at sukuna, it was a messy, perfect deal.

and neither of you bothered to address it. but sukuna was bound to come crawling back soon anyway.

"sukuna wants you back y'know."

"tell me something i don't know, 'ji."

"he means it this time."

the line went dead silent for a moment, the uncomfortable truth finally sinking in.

you wanted him back—you wanted him to change. but that would never change the fact that you went behind his back to fuck his best friend.

"i'll think about it."

"oh i think you'll be doing more than just that."

you sighed loud enough so he could catch it.

"i don't get it toji, you're fucking me behind his back and you're trying to help him get back with me? what's in it for you?"

"no clue. i know you still like him. and i know you still read your texts while you're sleeping next to me in my bed."

"i don't trust you."

"you shouldn't."

you heard the line click. you thought you got your lick back by fucking toji, but you knew that this wouldn't be the end of it. and that sometime this'd all blow up in your face later. oh well.

—

"i'm going over to her place."

"i wish you luck, man." toji patted him on the back, handing over the bouquet of lilies the two of them had spent all day trying to find, right before he decided to leave to your place.

2 months. it'd been two months since sukuna lost contact with you. and 2 months that toji had you curled up in his arms without his knowledge. 2 months of playing a dangerous game that sukuna hadn't a clue about.

sukuna rode over to your place—his bike's engine roaring before he made it over, the wind in his jacket while he tried his hardest not to sweat bullets before he got there.

he knew he'd have to beg. that he'd have to plead. but he never really questioned toji as to why he knew you so well. and why he knew the interior of your apartment, your habits, he knew the kind of things you noticed about someone only if you spent enough time around them.

and outside of casual conversation and teasing, he always knew that toji had kept his distance from you.

oh, if only he knew that toji spend his nights buried in your cunt—or with his head between your thighs until you were screaming his name, marking him up like ge belonged to you while he trailed hickeys down your neck like you were his. his poor sweet heart wouldn't be able to take it. it was perfect.

—

you tried to stop yourself from being involved with toji—you knew it was fucked up, and you never wanted to be thatkind of girl. but gods, it felt good to have him whisper praises in your ears while he fucked you like he hated you, mumbling something about how you deserved better until your brain turned to jello.

you tried to shut it down, several times, running away each night, leaving him in an empty bed with no explaination, only to find yourself tangled in his sheets again, his body against yours while he rutted against you.

"tojiii—we can't keep doing this—nngh."

"mhmm."

your head was locked in his arms while thrust inside you from behind, his expanse of muscles moving against your back while his grip around your head tightened.

"hck—does he…ask about me?"

"he can barely talk about you without crying, doll." he whispered in your ears while you moaned into his arm.

"talking about another man while you're stuffed full of me, i must not be doing a very good job, huh?"

"shut up."

—

"ryomen."

"y/n. it's been a while, huh?"

you were tempted to slam the door in his face again, to have him grovel but right before you had the chance to, he dropped to his knees right before you.

"i know i fucked up y/n—please i promise i can change."

"and what makes you think i'll fall for your shit this time around?" your voice cut sharp—the kind of tone it never used to be. you were always soft spoken, always making sure people didn't think of you as mean with everything you said. but you'd lost your last shred of care.

if he wanted to think you were a difficult prick, good. that's exactly what you wanted.

"i miss you."

"you gotta give me something more than that, c'mon now." you purred, stading over him while he looked up at you with pleading eyes.

"i miss you, i should've have…treated you like an afterthought—you mean something to me, y/n. you're it for me."

"do you really expect me to believe that?"

"i should've written this down."

he was still down on his knees on your doorway while you contemplated about what the fuck you were going to do with him.

"get inside. and make it quick."

"thank you,thank you, thank you—i promise you won't regret it."

he handed you the bouquet, the very same assemblage of lilies that toji always got for you. gods, he needed to be more subtle.

"toji helped you pick the flowers, huh?"

"what? yeah he did, how'd you know."

"just a him hunch."

his eyes narrowed, but he didn't have time to think, he needed to get on your good side again, just so he could have even a slight chance to have you be his again.

you guys were perfect for each other—well, it was perfect when he was good, it was perfect when toji first helped him, it was perfect until..toji got involved again. he tried to tell himself that his brain was playing tricks on him, that there was no way you and toji had anything happening. you were far too different for that.

"begging huh?"

"please. like you aren't getting a kick out of this."

"oh, i am."

"whatever happened to the girl i used to know huh?" sukuna laughed a little, sitting on the couch in front of you, pulling you by your arm, only to wrap his arms around your waist and look up at you, pleading.

"do you really want to go there?"

"right. for what it's worth, i'm sorry."

"i don't trust that. not yet."

"so there's a chance?"

you nodded slowly, running your hands through his tufts of pink hair while his arms crushed you into him further. but you already knew that the second sukuna had his foot out your door, you'd be calling toji, begging him to fuck every thought of sukuna out of your pretty head.

he walked out your door on cloud 9, preparing for his match like he's never before, because this time, this time he'd win for you.

—

"tojiiii…fuck."

"gods, i never get used to how pretty you are, baby."

"f—faster nnngh—."

"calling me right after he gave you flowers and got on his knees, you're evil, doll."

"s—shut the fuck up 'ji."

he laughed above you, trailing kisses down your body, sucking on every spot that made your eyes roll back. it'd been enough time for him to figure out what exactly would have you whimpering underneath him—he knew you wanted sukuna back. but toji fushiguro also knew that you didn't want him out of your life either.

—

"man i did it." sukuna slumped into the couch the next day, while toji lounged beside him.

"she's taking you back?" he sounded almost bitter—well who wouldn't be? after all the scratches you left on his back last night, screaming his name as if he was the only man on your mind, only to have to listen to his best friend talk about how much he's going to do to have you back.

he knew you'd take him back, and he knew that he was going to have to make the most of it before you did.

"she's considering it."

"well you must be real good on your knees then."

"gross."

—

sukuna started to show up more often, always with flowers, or stupid sweets that you always wanted to try when he was around. but the thing is, he started to show up again.

he was now always in your space, trying to makeup for all the nights you'd spent crying while he was surrounded by women, surrounded by seas of people who knew nothing about him, all the while you slowly washed away from his mind, like a pretty shell that was whisked away by the sea.

maybe if he'd done this quicker, it'd be less messy. maybe if he'd gotten his act together sooner, you wouldn't be stuck in the limbo of juggling between the two of them like your life depended on it. and maybe if toji just stayed in his lane, this would've never happened—you could've just made sukuna suffer, only to take him back later.

but sukuna never had to find out, right?

—

you stared at your screen now with newfound interest, watching sukuna walk to the platform, eyeing his opponent like he'd eat him whole.

his fights were always precise—his punches always so cutting, his movements always so graceful for a sport so violent.

it was all over soon, your eyes still glued to your screen, everything seemed all the same, until he turned around to face the camera.

you'd studied every single tattoo up close, mapping his expanse of skin every night he was atop of you, and the name that was at the dead center of his chest was never there. that was your name.

fuck. that was not good. this was—well, you felt like a dick.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME HE HAD MY NAME TATTOOED TOJI." you screamed from your end of the line, panicking while you paced around your room.

"WELL? HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?" he yelled back.

"fuck i feel like an ass."

"embrace it, baby."

"shut the fuck up, toji."

"well, that's new."

—

sukuna made his way to your apartment again, a shit eating grin plastered across his face when he knocked on your door.

"what the fuck did you do, sukuna."

"i take it you've seen my tattoo."

"it was national tv, don't fucking play with me, boy."

you eyed him up and down, your eyes narrowing while his flush creeped up his neck.

"i'm sorry i just.."

"you're an insane bitch, sukuna." you spat at him, and you could see his legs shake just a little, a tent forming in his ridiculous sweats while you pulled him by the collar into your room.

"keep talking to me like that i'm close."

"down, boy."

he was on his knees the second you said, like an obedient puppy waiting for a treat, seating himself at the edge of your bed while you sit before him.

"you want me to take you back right?"

"yes ma'am."

"then get to work."

he almost jumped at the opportunity, spreading your legs almost immediately, shoving his face into your folds, licking the cotton cloth of your panties like a starved man.

"god, i missedh you.." he groaned into your cunt, his cock leaking and flushed in his pants while he dragged your panties to the side, sloppily making out with your cunt like his life depended on it.

this was the first time in months he'd gotten this clothes, and it'd been what felt like eons since he tasted you, lapping at your folds and clit while you fisted his hair, trying to bring him closer and shove him away all at once.

"fuck at least take off my panties, ryo."

"no…missed you too much, fuck."

he was filthy, licking the slick off your thighs, only to have his mouth fixated on your cunt until it hurt. you could feel your orgasm wash over you—sukuna lifted his head up, his drool and your slick pooled down his chin while he tried to wipe it off with his hands.

"disgusting."

"you know you love me."

"don't push it."

—

"i think i'm gonna ask her out again."

"that quick?" toji grimaced, watching sukuna pace around his apartment, biting his nails like a nervous teenager.

"well, i dunno i think now's a good time as any, right?"

"well, good luck man."

"what is up with you dude, you're acting like you want to fuck her."

"don't get it twisted." he laughed, trying to cut through at least some of the tension that'd been threatening to snap the past few days.

you really were fucking dangerous. but with sukuna wanting to ask you out again, he needed to have you at least one more time. just as a goodbye. what could possibly go wrong?

—

"toji what're you doing here—?"

"missed you." he cornered you back to your room, kissing you until your couldn't breathe, pushing you into his mattress and losing his shirt, his beefy arms wrapped around you, pounding you into your plush bed until you were sobbing underneath him.

"fuck…'m close tojii~"

"i know baby, i know."

his pace never relented, his massive cock buried in your cunt, while his grip on your waist tightened. his lips found yours the second your vision clouded, collapsing on top of you the second he came.

"we should get cleaned up, pretty."

"yeah…"

—

the second you walked out of your bathroom, your hair all wet, dolled in your silken nightgown you heard sukuna knock on your door until the hinges practically fell off. fuck. fuck. fuck, this was terrible timing. toji was still in the shower, if you didn't let him inside, it wouldn't take that long, right?

you opened the door, trying your best to conceal all the stupid bite marks toji insisted on leaving on your skin—

"y/n. i want you back."

"hah. tell me something i don't know."

"no, baby, i'm serious. i want to take you out again, i won't fuck it up this time, i swear."

"fine..but it's late, you should get going."

"kicking me outa already?" he waltzed into your room, seating himself on the couch.

"hey, doll where'd you—." toji walked out of your room, a towel on his waist while his hair was dripping wet.

"toji?"

"oh, is this a bad time?" he purred, watching sukuna's entire face drop right before him.

"what the fuck is going on."

"kuna—i can explain."

—

so…first long fic on this account. what do we think. @yoonsucks @yorikae @sugusplaything @kurooswifee @chewiebee @notabomberr @kawaiisplash @sausageandpancakes @childishbimbino @shhhhiamreading @thegirlulike @cursedkisss @opalwyn @fartoofy @emikoshiriyuki @strawberryezsstuff @xxkikiboraxx @dvxnne

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

sincerely-star

⋮ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ┆when a villain’s quirk forces katsuki bakugo to spend twenty-four uninterrupted hours glued to your side, the two of you quickly realize that being unable to keep your hands off each other is only half the problem.

⧼ 🛍️ ⧽ ∿ pairings 。 ⸝⸝ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader 𓄲 genre ⨾ tropes 。 pro hero x pro hero, romance, friends to lovers, forced proximity, mature themes, explicit sexual scenes 𓏲 contains 。 ᵎᵎ nsfw, 18+ only mdni, language, mutual pining, smut, dirty talks, dry humping, fingering, unprotected piv sex, spooning, cowgirl, choking, slight degradation, pet names (baby, brat, slut) ꩜ ⋆.˚ word count 。 6.0k ꔛ

꒰ star speaks ꒱ ✮ this fic is based on this blurb ᵎᵎ i posted months ago which has been long overdo. . . oopsie 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

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