⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑯𝒊, sweets! I'm Liya, aka Gojo's wife and Professor Hyde's favourite student, a writer girlie in her 30s, sharing my smut, fluff and love for our boyfies! 💫
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📝 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌: catch me if you can / jjk x horror!writer
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔: jjk secret series / hard-launch Jabberwock SMAU
Every time my mutuals or I get hate via anon, my heart hurts 😣 Like, why is it so hard to just let people live ffs?? You don't have to interact with people you don't like, you know!! Start curating your own online experience and stop harassing ACTUAL PEOPLE behind the screen. Like, who wakes up and thinks, "Oh, today is a good day to throw more hate into the world, we don't already have enough of that"? Absolute crazy concept 🫠
Hello lovely lovely people. Thank you for waiting so long but here it is:
How To Lose A Ghoul in 10 Minutes
Featured ghoul: Haru Sagara
Question of the day: “would you rather kiss me for $10, or kiss the prettiest girl in the world for 10 million dollars?”
Tags: fem!reader, established relationship, tiny tiny spoiler of Haru’s eye color, I don’t like how it sounds in some parts, please go with the flow, (insert random panicking and worries abt it not being good here)
Series link: HERE
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Haru was having a perfectly normal day, which for him meant he was simultaneously answering three messages, checking the Jabberwock tour schedule, making a list of supplies they needed for the anomalies, and trying to calculate how much money they could make if they increased the price of the souvenir packages by just a little without scaring away potential visitors.
You had long since accepted that dating Haru meant occasionally competing with an entire house full of anomalies for his attention.
Today, however, you had decided to make yourself his only problem.
You sat beside him while he scribbled numbers across a notebook, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Haru?"
"Mm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
He didn't look up.
"Would you rather kiss me for ten dollars, or kiss the prettiest girl in the world for ten million dollars?"
Haru answered immediately.
"The prettiest girl in the world."
You stared at him.
He kept writing.
In fact, he seemed so certain of his answer that you almost wondered if he'd misunderstood the question.
"The ten million would be enough to cover the repair costs for the eastern enclosure, and we'd finally be able to replace some of the equipment we've been putting off. I could probably pay down a good chunk of what Jabberwock owes, too. Actually, if we invested some of it into the tour, we could probably increase our profits enough that we'd be in a much better position next year, and then—"
He stopped, finding the fact you hadn’t interrupted him yet weird. Slowly, he looked up. You were staring at him.
"...What?"
"So I'm not the prettiest girl in the world?"
Haru's expression changed instantly. "Oh." His face went blank. "...Oh, no."
You folded your arms.
"No, go ahead."
"Wait."
"You already answered."
"I know."
"You chose another girl."
"I know."
"For ten million dollars."
"I know." He put the notebook down. "Okay, listen."
"I'm listening."
"I was thinking about the money."
"I noticed."
"No, but you don't understand."
"I think I understand perfectly."
"That money would fix everything." He was gesturing now, increasingly frantic as he tried to explain himself. "Do you know how much it costs to maintain Jabberwock? Do you know how much food some of the anomalies go through? And then there's repairs, equipment, transportation, the tour expenses, the permits, the boat—"
"Haru."
"And if we had ten million dollars, I could finally stop worrying about whether we're going to have enough to cover everything next month."
"Haru."
"I could replace the old containment systems, get better medical supplies, renovate some of the rooms, and maybe even—"
"Sagara."
He finally stopped.
You looked at him.
He looked at you.
"...I'm making this worse, aren't I?"
"Considerably."
He dropped his head into his hands.
"God, I'm an idiot."
You tried to keep your expression stern, but the way he looked genuinely devastated was making it increasingly difficult.
Haru peeked at you through his fingers.
"You know you're pretty, right?"
You raised an eyebrow.
"That's not the same thing."
"I know."
"Apparently there's a girl prettier than me."
"There isn't!"
"You literally chose her."
"Because she comes with ten million dollars!"
"That makes it worse!"
"I know!" He looked genuinely horrified at his own reasoning. "I panicked."
"You didn't panic."
"I absolutely panicked."
"You answered in less than a second."
"Exactly! I panicked efficiently."
You couldn't help it.
A laugh escaped.
Haru immediately pointed at you.
"See? You're laughing."
"Because you're ridiculous."
"I thought I was about to get dumped."
"You thought correctly."
His face fell.
"Please don't."
You smiled despite yourself, and Haru immediately scooted closer.
"I'm sorry."
"You should be."
"I am."
"Very?"
"Extremely."
"How extremely?"
"Extremely enough that I'm reconsidering whether ten million dollars is worth sleeping on the couch tonight."
"You don't have a couch."
"I'll build one."
"You'd spend the money on a couch?"
"No! I don't have ten million dollars!"
You laughed again. He sighed in relief.
"Okay. Good. You're laughing."
"You're lucky you're cute."
His eyes widened.
"Wait."
"What?"
"Did you just say I'm cute?"
"Maybe."
"Can we go back to that part?"
"No."
"You called me cute."
"Don't get excited."
"I am absolutely getting excited." He grinned, the crisis apparently forgotten for approximately three seconds before his expression became serious again. "Actually..." He reached over and gently took your hand. "If you asked me that question again..."
You waited.
"I'd choose you."
"Even for ten dollars?"
"Even for ten dollars."
"And the ten million?"
He thought about it.
You narrowed your eyes.
"Haru."
"No, no, I'm thinking."
"That's dangerous."
"I know." He smiled. "I'd still choose you."
Your expression softened.
"Really?"
"Really." He squeezed your hand. "Jabberwock matters to me. The anomalies matter to me. The money would help more than I can even explain."
"I know."
"But..." He looked at you, grey eyes meeting yours. "...I don't want to trade you for any amount of money."
Your heart melted.
"You'd better not."
"I wouldn't."
"Even if it was a hundred million?"
He hesitated.
You gasped.
"Haru!"
"No! I was thinking!"
"You hesitated!"
"A hundred million is a lot of money!"
"Haru!"
"I'm kidding!" He laughed, quickly wrapping an arm around you before you could shove him away. "You're my girlfriend. You're not for sale."
"Good."
"And you're definitely the prettiest girl in the world."
"Definitely?"
"Definitely."
"You sound suspiciously confident now."
"I've learned my lesson."
"Have you?"
"Yes." He leaned closer, smiling. "Besides..." He glanced around before lowering his voice conspiratorially. "If you were the prettiest girl in the world, I'd get to kiss you and keep the ten million dollars."
You blinked.
"...What?"
"Because I'm obviously marrying the prettiest girl in the world."
Your face went warm.
"Haru!"
"What?"
"You can't just say things like that!"
"Why not?"
"Because!"
He laughed, completely pleased with himself now that he'd successfully recovered from the disaster he'd created.
"You started this."
"I was trying to ragebait you!"
"And you succeeded."
"I did!"
"Completely." He sighed dramatically. "Ten minutes ago I was figuring out how to pay for Jabberwock's repairs."
"And now?"
"Now I'm calculating how much I'd have to spend on flowers if I wanted to make up for nearly getting myself killed."
You laughed.
"You're ridiculous."
"Maybe." He rested his forehead gently against yours. "And you're still the prettiest girl in the world." A pause. "...Even without the ten million."
You smiled.
"Good answer."
"Can we agree never to play this game again?"
"No."
"...Why?"
"Because now I know it works."
"Oh, no."
You grinned.
Haru pulled away, pointing an accusing finger at you.
"You're going to keep doing this."
"Maybe."
"You're evil."
"I'm your girlfriend."
"Those aren't mutually exclusive."
You laughed, and Haru couldn't help smiling along with you.
He'd probably never admit it, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he was already wondering how much ten million dollars could actually fix at Jabberwock.
But then he looked at you.
And decided, for once, there were some things worth more than money.
jjk smau or fic where the reader gets her nails done for the first time, or like, nail extensions since she usually wears them short and show it to the jjk men, only to text again later because the nails are too long for her to touch herself with, requesting the boyfriend's help?
.....too specific?
Noooo, not too specific at all 😛
I actually already have a few nail design pictures saved since I wanted to do a "which nail style the jjk men would love on you" post. So that comes in very handy 🥰 Do you have any characters in mind you'd like to see in this scenario? 🩷
⋆.𐙚 ̊ Just wrote a throuple smau with Toji + Shiu for this scenario 😋😋 They're both already yummy on their own, but together? Unmatched ✨️✨️ Oh Shiu, my sexy korean ex-detective ... 🤤
Gurlll dont worry dont worry~ Hehe actually I'm just sitin waitin for when you get there cause I KNOW you'll post about it (and post a about it a lol♡)
I might just be extremely in my thirties now but I simply cannot take any sort of fandom discourse anymore. I barely could before but I am at maximum capacity. just... just watch the thing and enjoy it or whatever, be nice to each other, isn't life hard enough
Synopsis: You've been recruited to Darkwick and placed in Vagastrom. You didn't expect it to go very well, but you took a liking to one ghoul in particular.
Contents: afab fem reader, PIV, dubcon if you squint, cream pie, light bondage/partner control, multiple orgasms
Smut Below the cut! MDNI!
You did it. You conquered the demon and gained your stigma. You are now the first known female ghoul in Japan, and you’ve been “recruited” into Darkwick whether you liked it or not. At the start of the year, you were sorted into Vagastrom. An odd choice, given that you’re quiet and bookish, but you couldn’t transfer until next year, so you decided to make the best of it and try to learn everything you could from your housemates.
In the time since you started, you bonded with the other ghouls, and even some of the general students, but Alan always held your rapt attention. Maybe it was his quiet demeanor. Maybe it was how patient he was with you. Maybe it was the way he could lead without speaking. Whatever the reason, you found yourself drawn to him. As time went on, you noticed that he seemed warmer in some ways, but he made eye contact less and less and seemed jumpy whenever you touched. You also noticed that, on the increasingly rare occasion he made eye contact, his cheeks and the tips of his ears would turn a little pink. It was hard to catch him alone, but this avoidant dance of tension was getting to you, and you wanted to talk to him about it, to try to put it to bed. In a rare stroke of luck, you snagged him in the dorm hallway one evening and dragged him to your room. You knew that he could easily overpower you if he wanted, but he was also so afraid of hurting anyone that he almost never fought back. Once the door was shut and the lock clicked, you pushed him into your bed and took a seat beside him.
“Alan, we need to talk.”
He blushed, rubbed the back of his neck, and then stared at the floor. He made a soft sound that could be mistaken for, "We do?", but it was clear that he was very nervous.
“Look at me, please.”
He raised his steely gray eyes, made eye contact for just a second, and immediately flicked them back to the floor. You sighed softly and took his hand. It was burning hot, and his palm was sweaty. His breath hitched at your touch, but he didn’t pull away. You cooed that he doesn’t need to be nervous, that you’ve been needing to talk to him alone for a while, and that it’s nothing bad. You’re not mad at him; he hasn’t done anything wrong, but you noticed that there is some sort of tension between you. He hummed softly and rubbed the back of his neck again but gave your hand the tiniest squeeze.
“I like you, Alan. I have for quite a while now, but I haven’t been able to tell you because it’s so hard to get you alone.”
He looked up at you now, eyes widened with surprise. “You…do?”
“Yes, silly. Why do you think I dragged you in here?”
His cheeks flamed red. “I’ve done… horrible things. It’s not a good idea to get involved with me.”
“Are you still doing the horrible things?” He shook his head and turned back to the floor. “They don’t define who you are. Everyone has done something terrible that they would give anything to undo,” you crooned, turning his face back to yours with a delicate touch on his jawline. His breath hitched again under your touch, “I’m dangerous.” “All of us ghouls are, if you think about it. We all have strength that surpasses humans by miles, and we have our stigmas.” You traced your fingers along his jaw and settled your hand on his cheek, your thumb delicately rubbing back and forth. He leaned into your hand with a tiny, but sharp, sigh. How long has it been since someone touched him? You moved closer to him, the sides of your legs now pressed together, and softly dragged your fingertips up from his hand to his shoulder and settled it on the nape of his neck. He shivered and leaned into your touch when you ran your nails lightly over his neck and into his hair. With trembling hands, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “Y/N, I- I like you, too,” he murmured.
“You don’t have to hold back,” you whispered as you leaned in, brushing your lips over his. He sighed that he doesn’t want to hurt you. “I’m a ghoul. You’re going to have a hard time hurting me.” At that, he closed the distance and melted into your lips.
His kiss was timid and inexperienced but not lacking in heat or natural skill. It was intense and carried a lifetime of yearning. He was starving for this, and you were more than happy to relieve his hunger. He gasped when you moved your hand from his face down over his chest before wrapping it around his waist, and you took that opportunity to slip your tongue just inside his mouth, flicking a tease of a touch on the tip of his. He jumped slightly and then sank into your kiss, sliding his tongue over yours in a soft dance. Your core was starting to feel the creeping tendrils of arousal taking root and growing into your legs and belly, and a slight moan escaped you when his hold on your waist strengthened. His breath shuddered at your sound, and he timidly ran a hand up your back and pulled your chest closer to his. When you slung your leg over him and straddled him, he hummed an uncertain sound on your lips.
“It’s okay. We can stop if you want to, but I trust you. You won’t hurt me.”
“I don’t want to stop. I’ve never…” he trailed off before pulling you into another kiss. You hadn’t really thought much about it, but it makes sense that he isn’t experienced, considering how hard he pushes people away. You ground your hips down on him as you wound your fingers through his hair. Through his pants, you could feel his cock straining against the fabric. He was definitely big, and you couldn’t wait to find out just how big. You whispered his name in a trembling moan, and you felt it twitch. A little smile played on your lips, knowing that he was going to be so reactive to your every touch and sound. You rolled your hips on him, earning you a groan and a twitch. You lightly trailed your fingers down from his shoulders to his shirt, and finally down to his vest. You started slowly unbuttoning it, savoring the heat of the moment, and once it was open, you repeated the exercise on his shirt. His breath sped up while you were working on his buttons, but he was nearly panting when you pushed his shirt off his shoulders and onto your bed.
His skin was burning hot, and the slightest mist of sweat had broken over him, and your every touch pulled shivering sighs and groans from deep in his chest. His fingers started to wander to your front but stopped about halfway around you. You leaned down to his ear and whispered, “Is this what you want?” before slowly unbuttoning your own shirt. He swallowed hard and nodded, looking both nearly feral with desire and terrified in equal measure. Once you had removed your shirt, he looked up at you and swallowed hard, silently asking permission. You silently answered, placing his large hands on your breasts and squeezing. You felt his length twitch again, and you ground down on him, now seeking relief for the growing pressure in your heat. He lightly squeezed your nipples, sending bolts of electric energy straight to your core and drawing a moan from you. “I want you,” you whimpered against his lips. He groaned softly and squeezed your breasts just a little harder.
It wasn’t long before you were both undressed, and he was far bigger than you thought. It was longer than average, sure, but it was very thick. Your nearly dripping pussy clenched at the idea of taking him, knowing that he’s going to stretch you hard, but that he’s going to feel amazing once he’s in. He laid back in your bed, turning so that his head was on your pillows and stared at you with stunned eyes. You began to kiss your way down from his lips, but he caught your face when he realized that you were going to go down on him. “No?” “It doesn’t feel right,” he grunted. You hummed and kissed your way back up and settled on his lap, his length now slipping between your folds as you rolled your hips up and down. He groaned thickly, and his hands twitched on your back each time you slipped over the head. You managed to catch his eye when you paused, and with a little grin, asked him if he’s ready. He swallowed hard and nodded, and said, almost soundlessly, that he doesn’t want to hurt you. You lined him up with your entrance and leaned forward to kiss him. “You won’t.”
That wasn’t entirely true, as it turned out. You had to slip down on him in little increments, allowing your body to adjust through the burning stretch. “Alan,” you whimpered when you bottomed out on him, “You feel so good.” He groaned a reply, his hands having shifted from your hips to death gripping your sheets as he panted and tensed. You rose and fell on his length, savoring the way he was hitting all of your soft spots and the feeling of finally having him inside you after months of imagining what it would be like to fuck him. Your fingers always felt woefully inadequate as the Alan in your fantasies fucked you, and especially when compared to the way you were fucking him right now. You were thoroughly enjoying making him twitch and blush, and, while you didn’t want to push him too hard, you couldn’t resist taking his hands from your bedding and putting them back on your hips. “Show me how you want it.” He exhaled sharply and started to put his hands back down, but you held them in place. “Guide me,” you coaxed. “I’m not fragile.”
He cautiously, carefully guided your hips up and down his length, a shuddering rumble breaking from his chest every time he bottomed out again. You cried out, which startled him and made him pause, but you reassured him that you are greatly enjoying what he’s doing with your body. He pushed his hips up into you when he pulled you down, a little harder than before. “F-fuck,” you breathed when he bottomed out, hard, again. You saw the briefest flicker of a smile on his lips just before he drove deep into you and clumsily snapped his hips. He was only clumsy on that first snap, though, and now he was hitting your soft spots harder with every move. His natural skill clearly didn’t stop at kissing, and he was a very fast learner. The tendrils of heat that had been growing out from your cunt were threatening to burst into flames, and it was going to burn your world down. “Alan,” you whimpered, “I’m getting close.” He exhaled hard, a little groan escaping with it, and murmured, “Please.”
You weren’t ready for the flames that consumed you. You cried his name, loudly, sinking your nails into his shoulders when the tendrils burst in a shower of sparks that lit your entire body in a blaze of shimmering pleasure. Your walls clenched around him, making you feel his thrusts even more keenly as they continued to throw fuel on the fire raging through every inch of your body. Your breath had been stolen, replaced by mewling cries and shivering moans in between desperate gasps. Your mind was overthrown with spark showers that rippled through your scalp and face, and your limbs crackled with primal fire that was renewed again with each heat wave. Though it sounded like it was coming from miles away, you heard his breath catch sharply before he said something, rumbling from deep in his chest.
You were weakened by the time the first orgasm finished washing over you, but you were nowhere near ready to stop. It was clear that he felt the same way, and he lifted you up and down like you were weightless as your legs recovered from the hard shivers passing through you. He groaned something that sounded like “here,” and in an instant, he flipped you onto your back and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the mattress above your head with one of his large, powerful hands. You squeaked in pleased surprise at how quickly he went from “afraid to move because he might hurt you” to “holding you down by your wrists.” Using his free hand, he pushed one of your legs up to your chest and slowly bottomed out with deep roll, drawing a shivering gasp from both of you. “You’re amazing,” you whimpered shakily, fingers splaying and curling around his thick wrist as best you could from your current position.
The weight of his body was delicious, and the way he held your wrists was driving you wild. His heated breath groaned over your neck and ear, hitching each time he buried his cock as far as he could before giving you a deep, intense roll of his hips. You moaned barely intelligible praises and encouragement, each punctuated by his thrusts and your cries. With a deep grunt, he crashed his lips into yours and pushed your mouth open further, dancing his tongue over yours as you continued moaning, inhaling each sound as though it was the breath of life itself.
In a slightly clumsy motion, he swung your leg up over his shoulder, using his strength as a means of keeping his balance. He caged you in with his free arm, effectively pinning you in place under him. Shortly after, he released your wrists long enough to grab your other leg and put it over his shoulder, then he quickly held your wrists under his considerably stronger hands. With the way he was holding onto you now, folded in half with your wrists under his hands and confined between his arms, you couldn’t escape if you had to, and seeing Alan let go of his inhibitions made a rush of heat run straight to your already blazing core. He shifted his hips, now able to drive his cock in so far that it gave a heavenly twinge at the bottom and made you see stars. Every push had begun making obscene wet sounds as he pumped in and out of your pussy, juices now flowing freely. Your muscles tensed and flexed uselessly as he sparked the beginnings of a new crushing inferno deep in your belly.
A new, weighty tension began winding inside you, starting deep in your belly and pulling heavily through the rest of your body. Each pump felt like it was piling more weight behind the thick walls of a dam, and each chipping away at the strength that was holding the weight back. The need for release was driving you insane, and the way he had rendered you helpless under him was only serving to make that need all the more desperate. In a pathetic whimper, you begged him to fuck you harder. His eyes widened and he hummed a confused, nervous sound at you while remarkably holding his rhythm. "Are you sure? It might hurt." You cried that he hasn't hurt you so far and reminded him that you're not fragile.
As is often the case with Alan, he agreed with a grunt and bottomed out. He shifted slightly, positioning his hips slightly more over yours and started pumping harder and faster, pulling out just enough to sound skin slapping on skin. "Oh, fuck, just like that," you cried sharply, "Alan, yes!" He grunted, his breath shaking and speeding up. You looked up at him and saw that his cheeks were burning red, and thick beads of sweat were rolling down his face. You couldn't see most of his body, but you could feel that he was becoming more tense with every thrust. His eyes caught yours, and he held you with a smoldering gaze. The weight of his stare was all it took to break the dam wall.
You screamed his name when the burning, molten, and sparking wave broke free and poured through you in a riptide, setting every inch of you ablaze. Your body tensed and shook at each wave as it crashed through you, and your pulse pounded in your ears. Through the haze of the crushing waves and your pulse, you could just hear his groans growing louder and your headboard hitting against the wall. Each rough thrust blazed a new wave of sparks and light shimmering through your body. Though you could barely hear it, Alan was groaning your name and telling you how good you feel before loudly gasping, "Babe, where?!" You had just enough awareness to know what he meant, and you cried, "Anywhere!" He grunted a loud affirmative sound and buried his throbbing cock as far as he could, hips shuddering hard as he filled you with cum.
After pushing through both of your orgasms as long as he could, he released your arms and legs and laid down on you, breath still shuddering and muscles twitching. He lightly trailed his fingers over your sweat soaked skin, nearly giving you cold chills under his feathery touch. You hummed a soft contented sound and twirled your fingers in his hair, drawing an equally contented sound from him. He hummed something soft into your chest that you didn't quite catch. You hummed a soft "hmm?" at him. "Thank you," he said, slightly less muffled. "For?" He didn't respond but instead nuzzled into your chest again and breathed deeply.
The pair of you stayed like that for a while, savoring the sparkling calm of the afterglow and the soft warmth between you. He groaned groggily and rolled off to your side when a look of dismay fell over his face. "What's wrong?" you asked through a sleepy haze. "Your wrists. I was too rough," he replied, looking genuinely distressed. You blinked several times when you looked and saw that they were deeply bruised with clear finger marks. "Alan, you were fucking me so well that I didn't notice when it happened. I told you I'm not delicate. Besides, I did a number on your chest and shoulders, so we're even." He sheepishly took a look at himself and half smiled. "I didn't notice either."
You pulled him back into your arms, cooed sweet things to him and ran your fingers lightly over his back. He nuzzled up close to you and held you in the most complete embrace you've ever experienced. A thought occurred to you in that moment. "Alan," you crooned. He hummed, his deep voice vibrating from his chest.
"You called me 'babe.' Does that mean that we're.... together?"
"If you want me," he said, hesitantly.
"I think it's obvious that I want you," you teased.
He chuckled softly. "It's.... nice to be wanted. I want you, too."
