showgirl made for the scripted lines and silver screen
▹ twenties. writer. wannabe porn director. non canon enthusiast. sleepiest girl to exist. not short, but sweet. sukuna and suguru’s busy woman ▹
🎞️ writing credits
🎞️ have you ever read these ones? - thin line between heaven and here (promoter!sukuna x actress!reader series), plumber pair gets their pipes drained (sukugo x reader), you find out best friend!gojo likes you from his mii, promoter!sukuna and his mouth kink, yoga instructor!geto helps you stretch
Inspiration is hard as a new writer, how do you get inspired?
oof, if it’s hard maybe take some time away, that helps me.
inspiration kinda sprinkles in from everywhere and everything — friends, people watching (especially as summer arrives, nothing beats writing on a picnic blanket in the middle of a park), music, movies (really big for me), even personal events!
i think finding enjoyment or even displeasure in things could pull out some hearty stories, just use how you’re feeling and tack it to paper :)
the first time your son learned how to walk, you and your husband satoru were over the moon. it was on a random saturday afternoon with you all in your son’s playpen. already a seemingly rare occasion where satoru finally had a break from all of his missions.
at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.
but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.
satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.
you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.
“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.
he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.
“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.
“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.
“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.
“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.
“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”
“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.
little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…
fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.
it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.
“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.
“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.
when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.
at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?
“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.
“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”
“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.
“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!
you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.
“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”
you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.
“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.
there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.
“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.
“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.
satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”
you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”
“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.
you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”
“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”
“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”
“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”
“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”
“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.
“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”
“nooo…” your son shakes his head.
“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.
“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”
“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.
“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”
“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.
“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”
“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”
“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”
“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.
“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.
“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.
you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦
notes: i luv reading dad jjk men so writing this was soso fun, don’t be shy to req more guys, technically gojo could have teleported to the baby but i wanted to long things out 🥰, but yeah i didn’t know how to end it so hope this was okay
tags: emperor! geto x army general! reader. childhood friends to lovers. banter. mutual pining. angst at first. porn with plot. unprotected sex. breeding kink . smut is actually in this fic. it is not an april fools prank this time✌️
WC: 2.3k
Finally a wave of peace stretched over the horizon like the end of a rainy season, the war against curses had not been a fruitless one. truly the kaisen empire was on the brink of a greatness that the land had never seen before.
the eastern province, where most of the combat occurred had begun its extensive reconstruction, families returning to newly built homes, schools being refurbished, and the communities efforts to help create memorials for those lost. the southern provinces also had a boost in vitality as this year's harvest was far more than plentiful, ranging from all sorts of fruits and wheat.
and yet for emperor suguru, something felt missing—or rather someone. day after day soldiers returned running into the arms of their loved ones, with each battalion returning the ache in his heart growing more intractable.
he would often saunter through the green gardens, high off nostalgia and sorrow. near a flowing river he'd rest his back against it, simply letting the calm atmosphere soothe his mind. above his head, rested two initials dried up with time.
the memory of two children running together, one holding up a stick and determination plastered on their face and the other stumbling as they tried to catch up to them. just as he dared to uncover bits of a memory he held dear, the weight of responsibility and honour came crashing down.
as mindlessly as he came was the same way he left. he sits perched up on his throne scrolls and letters flying faster than he could manage. he turns head to the large pane of stained glass, the hue emitting an interesting yellow.
suguru doesn't even pay attention to the sound of footsteps ricocheting off the marble floors, not even to the hordes of guards exiting the room. he merely assumed a council member wished to speak privately. in his periphery a flash of black and gold robes finally captures his attention.
“one would assume that a person of my calibre would receive a welcoming party.” suguru's head snapping in the direction of the voice, relief crashing over him like a wave.
“you assume wrong.” he taunts, your steps getting closer and closer, stopping just before the carpet ends. your gaze connecting with his.
“well then, it appears my efforts are not being appreciated.”
“clearly your time on the battlefield has done nothing placate that insolence of yours,” suguru cocks his head, an amused smile playing on his lips.
“insolence? i know not of what you speak of, your highness.”
“is that so? you have been here two minutes, and i have yet to receive so much as a bow.”
“pardon my rudeness, i had not recognised that you'd prefer such faux pleasantries.” you bow, your garments brushing against the ground.
“i do not…” he trail off before the two of you burst into contagious laughter, the kind that spurs your lungs to run out of breath.
maintaining distance was something the council had urged him to do, yet to no avail.
suguru steps down from the elevated dais, his arms outstretched in a hug prompting you to reciprocate. a genuine smile craved into his features, his eyes resembling small crescent moons pleased at the sight of his sun.
“arrogance does not suit you, suguru.” your voice muffled by his imperial robes. he lays his head atop yours, a gentle hum rumbling through his chest. his current goal was to just hold you, not to waste anymore precious time participating in meaningless customs.
“are you done now?” you say patting his back.
“no.”
suguru tugs you closer wanting to take in the comfort you brought him, only for it to illicit a small wince from you. he pulls back—hands bee-lining for you arms, pulling the sleeves to look for wounds.
“you’ve been injured…” he sighs, it was no secret that you revelled in the thrill of fighting, so much so that you often disregarded your safety to achieve your goals.
there were countless times where he observed the rigurous training you put your subordinates under. was it harsh? no. through? yes. when it came to preparing the for the battlefield, you left no stone unturned.
from an objective perspective suguru could see why you had earned the title of general. fierce determination, skill, grit and compassion were all traits you possessed, things that made a exemplary army general.
not to mention the way you captivated an audience. on the very rare days he witnessed you fight, he couldnt help but admired the elated expression painted on your face as you cut through hoardes of curses, the way your swordsmanship mimicked a hypnotising dance.
your robes would flutter in the air like a delicate butterfly gliding across a field of flowers, it was like the earth would cease its movements as your attention locks in on your opponent, you twist your blade landing a precise slash on the curse.
however he couldn't deny the great deal of stress it gave him.
lifting you hand, suguru inspects your arm much like how you would survey the quality of your blades, your mouth begins to form an excuse but the glare he gave you was enough to shut up.
“show me. i know you're hiding it.” he grumbles out.
“no need to fret, suguru, the physician was on my next stop from here.” you bat your eyelashes as you attempted to use every trick under the sun to distract him from the open gash on your shoulder.
weakness was something you'd rather not display, even if it was him who got to witness it. “come.” suguru says, his voice calm and soothing.
his hand wraps around yours, gently tugging you down the intricate corridors of the palace, halls that reminded of time where there was no pressure on you two. no pressure to perform just two children running from the head cook's spatula, biscuits in hand.
he pushes the door open, a familiar sight came into view, a canopy bed of red and gold silk sheets, potted plants on the corners and window seals of the room.
moonlight and a dim later were the only things giving the room light. suguru's features only grew more sharper, his hand trailing your waist, hoisting you up and on to the counter.
he opens a drawer pulling a box of supplies you forced him to keep. no matter how busy you were you always managed to worry about him. how ironic considering you did not want your kindness returned.
he twists open a bottle of aloe vera you had an apothecary make, putting it on the counter next to you.
“are you going to tell me where it is or should I find it myself?” he lets out, the intense of his gaze only worsening your ability to maintain composure. your hands slip off half the robe off your shoulder, a long and deep gash from your collar bone to shoulder.
“you can save your chiding for another day, perhaps if I return home with a far more serious injury.” you pull his cheek, earning an amused scoff from you.
the air between you two was growing more stifling by the second, the feeling of cool aloe gel against your skin only served to heighten your awareness of him.
suguru's lips slowly part as he wraps the clean gauze around your shoulder, ensuring his touches were nothing but gentle. luckily for him the room was dark enough to hide the glaringly obvious blush painted across his ears and cheeks.
He gulps, eyes dilated by the sight of your torso, his mind actively trying to ignore the fact that he stood right between your legs with your thighs resting on either side of his.
your heart beating sporadically against your chest, you were sure that if he listened carefully he could probably hear the sound of him disarming you.
‘what an unbecoming sight.’ you thought to yourself, an army general for the biggest surviving empire was feeling flustered at the mere proximity of your emperor, your best friend. you wouldn't even dare to acknowledge the dizzy sensation you felt near him.
suguru leans against you to reach for a pair of scissors to cut the excess gauze off, his hair brushes against your neck taunting you at the possibility of him settling between your legs.
like a taunt rubberband snapping he pulls you closer, lips finding a way to your neck. “what are doing?” your gasp out, your uninjured arm wrapping around his neck.
“please forgive me, but i need you, even if it's just this once.” he pants out, his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as if to ground you.
you cautiously bring your other hand over to his back and your uninjured hand immediately rushing to his long hair. you pull the gold imperial hairstick out his hair, flinging it across the counter as you tangle your hand in his hair.
you tug his hair in a downward motion as he slowly made it up your jaw to your lips. at first it was a slow reverent kiss made to encapsulate the depth of his unfiltered love for you, but like all things related to you, he just had to do it passionately.
he deepens the kiss, your hands fumbling around for the belt tying his garments together, he lifts you from his bathroom counter leading you to the plush feeling of his silk bedsheets, all without breaking the kiss.
he settles in between your legs, his lips returning to the base of your neck. you successfully untie the knot pulling the upper layer off revealing his muscles formed by years of martial arts and swordsmanship. at this point in time you couldn't be considered with the implications of a general lying with the emperor.
as if reading your mind suguru mutters against your neck, his voice littered with raw desire, “please be mine for tonight”
“just for tonight?”
“for as long as you permit me to lay beside you.” he correctly, his hands pulling every barrier between the two of you off and on to the side. he unravels the binding that keeps your breasts in place, his warm hands wrapping around them.
“i suppose i shall be generous and grant you your wish.”
“ah, your kindness knows no bounds, my lady.” his fingers trace down your breasts to your now soaked undergarments. he pulls it down letting it join the pile of clothing that sits scattered across the floors of his chamber.
his calloused finger slipping in between the folds of your wet cunt evoking a soft whine from you. your hand dragged down from the centre of his back to tracing the x-shaped scar on his midsection. the desire now palatable commands you to pull him against you.
the sensation of skin to skin contact between the two of you brought about the feeling of lightness you revelled in. your hips grinding against his pelvis just longing for some friction.
suguru groans, dipping a long slender finger in, his thumb gently rubbing against your clit, he increases the speed of his fingers, curling them at the right angle just to reach the spot that pulls the most sounds from you. his plump lips press against your neck, sucking softly leaving trails of small marks.
your moans grow louder, as he feels you clench around him, "show me how good i make you feel, my lady." he mutters while adding a second finger, his thumb rubbing small circles against your clit. your hands tug on his long hair, making him moan, his breath coming out ragged against your skin.
"please suguru." you whine, your legs attempting to lock around his arm but he pulls them apart holding you tighter against his chest, his fingers moving faster and deeper, with the wet sound of your arousal filling the quiet bedchamber
he keeps the rhythm at an infuriatingly steady pace, "come on, my pretty general. let go for me. i want to feel you fall apart all over my hand." who were you to not listen? your walls clench hard around his fingers, your body shaking uncontrollably against his chest as you reach the height of your orgasm.
"... please, i need more." your voice comes out weak all because you were using his bicep to muffle your moans. he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against his hard, throbbing dick, his purple eyes catching the soft moonlight filtering in.
"you want more? then take what you want, my love. i've been waiting for this day to come to pass." you mewl at the sensation of him thrusting in, feeling just too overwhelmed with the size he was packing.
he halts his movements to allow you to adjust to his size, your gaze slightly dazed after your previous orgasm. after a few beats you nod, signalling you're good to continue. he catches your lips in a rough, hungry kiss, swallowing every soft mewl that escapes you. one hand slides down to rub fast circles on your clit, his thrusts growing deeper and more urgent with every movement.
"suguu..." you drag out, your hands digging into his muscular back, leaving red streaks.
"i know, my love, but you can take it for me, can't you?" he reassures, pressing your knees back against your chest, leaning his weight over you to get deeper, every thrust hitting the spot that makes you see white.
he grabs your hips harder, keeping his brutal pace, fingers pressing hard against your swollen clit as he feels your walls starting to clench around him. your breathing growing ragged against his ear, voice thick with desperate need.
you both reach your orgasms, your moans mingling with his, arms pulling him against you as you ride out the rest of the high. suguru thrusts deeper, flooding your poor cunt with cum.
yet he couldn't help but admire the sight, his wildest fantasies brought to life.
Gojo fucks his crush (who has a crush on his best friend)
warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot, fem!reader, p in v, coming on face, reader has/had a crush on Geto, Geto is kind of a jerk, fourth year setting (all characters are aged up to +18), pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart)
a/n: first time writing smut, so please bear with me!
art by @/thatsallchief (i love their art so much)
Gojo Satoru knew that his crush liked his best friend.
The way your eyes wandered around the room, and instead of landing on him, it always settled on the black-haired boy that was sitting next to him.
And he always watched your heart get broken when your ears perked up at the sound of Suguru’s voice, low, leisure, and level as though it was a daily occurrence to be talking in the classroom about how he booked a hotel with a university girl, studying nursing or some other shit, to spend the night with.
Shoko would stick her tongue out, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she stared at her phone, while Gojo would laugh for a moment, making fun of Suguru playfully as always before turning to look at you, eyes concerned.
And his darling crush, gentle and kind even when your heart is shattered into pieces, would always smile awkwardly, uncomfortable as your murmured a faint complaint about appropriate behaviour at school grounds, or sometimes nothing at all when Suguru’s description became too detailed, too promiscuous.
The worst part was… Suguru knew.
Suguru knew that your rosy cheeks were meant for him, that her gentle voice was only directed at him.
He even casually complained how to indirectly let your down, not wanting to confront the awkwardness since he still thought of you as a precious, fellow classmate—the one that would always give him a piece of candy to get rid of the horrid taste of the curses he swallow.
Suguru was appreciative of your kindness, but not enough to reject you directly with kind words.
That was why it always made Satoru grit his teeth in fury at his best friend, whom he still deeply cared for, but also from annoyance at the way you always let him run over you, still naively trying to cling to the hope that somehow Suguru would like you back.
Satoru knew that you weren’t just a crush—he adored you, loved you, that it sometimes hurt to look at you from the way you made his heart race.
For the way you would hide your eyes away when they welled with tears whenever Suguru breaks your heart, not wanting to disturb the moment with your friends. The way you would smile gently at Satoru when your eyes meet. The way you would giggle slightly when Gojo pokes your cheek teasingly. The way you would prettily part your lips for a bite for a piece of strawberry Pocky that would make him swallow as something else flash behind his eyes, imagining how they would feel wrapped around his tip—
“Sa…toru,” you slurred, eyes hazy and sparkling with tears—not from your heart getting broken, but rather from how fucking deep his cock was inside you, kissing your cervix affectionately with every thrust. It brought an undeniably deep satisfaction at the sight. “I-It’s too much…”
Satoru instantly moaned at your whine, ducking in to let you burrow your face into the crook of his neck, as he pressed his nose against your head, smelling your shampoo and the faint smell of sweat that formed on your skin from how long he's been fucking you. His large hand wrapped around your head tightly, the other on your hip, keeping you there as he kept snapping his hips to search for your hot, sopping, messy cunt.
This was real.
This was fucking real. Shit, shit, shit—
“Fuck, princess… stop clenching so tight. Feels too”—he gasped, eyes turning wide as you tightened around him impossibly more that made him roll his eyes back—“good…”
This was the third—no, maybe fourth—time he brought you to his dorm room to fuck you mindlessly to drive Suguru out of your pretty mind. This was the third time inviting you to his bed, next to Suguru’s dorm, to comfort you as he went off to another hotel with no doubt another slightly older woman in his arms.
The other one time was when you invited him over to your dorm, and the memory of your bashfully lowered eyes and soft voice as you tenderly led him to your room was enough to prompt him another pathetic whine as he thrusted so roughly into you that made you see stars.
So yes, this was the fourth time that you were in his arms to have his cock deeply nestled inside, wrapped by your heavenly walls, and the third time he was able to make his girl come tonight. He silently thinks in his pussy-drunk mind, that no matter how many times the two of you fuck—make love—he would forever be questioning whether this was real, if you were real because no way does he have his dream girl in his arms right now, letting him fuck you to an oblivion.
And some sick part of him liked to imagine that you were still in love with Suguru. The thrill of knowing that he was fucking you, making you feel so good that you couldn’t help but think of him as you stared at his blue eyes instead of a pair of purple ones. But by the looks of the way your brain was fucked dumb, your lips only dribbling his name repeatedly, was an enough of an indicator that you weren’t thinking of Suguru anymore.
“Satoruuuu!!!” you screamed as you came undone, muffled against his neck. That effectively brought him back from his pussy-drunk reverie as he grinned down at you.
“Sorry, baby…”
He pulled out with a gasp, pulling off the condom with a snap as he stroked around his cock. You were about to whine when another moan slipped out of you when his thick, long fingers curled inside of you, his thumb rubbing quick, tight circles around your clit to prolong your pleasure.
“I’m going to c-come.” He swallowed. “Can I come on your face? Please, baby? You’ll look so fucking pretty with my cum.”
You nodded eagerly, managing a faint reassuring smile that twisted at his heart painfully with affection as he cupped your face and kissed you senseless, thumb caressing your cheek as the other hand continued to stroke his cock to prompt his impending release. His lips gently suckled on your tongue while giggling deliriously with pathetic whines, prompting you to clench tightly around his fingers.
“Satoru!”
And that was it—thick, white spurts of cum splattered across your face, making you gasp at the sticky sensation on your skin. Satoru grinned at the sight, cooing softly yet his fingers harshly fucked you dumb, the quelching sounds incredibly filthy that almost made his cock hard instantly.
As you came your nth time of the night and breathed heavily from your climax, your eyes widened at the sight of him ripping another condom, and rolled it on his pretty cock.
Satoru chuckled at your surprised face, leaning in to press a quick kiss on your lips before pulling back, grinning at you fervently.
“Don’t think we’re over just yet, sweetheart.”
The next morning, when you came out wearing Satoru’s overly large t-shirt with heated cheeks and a horrifying amount of hickies across your neck and collarbone, and a Satoru that had his lips curled into a dopey grin at your side, with a nervous Suguru that was rubbing his neck awkwardly by his door… you only could hide behind Satoru, hands gripping the back of his shirt, and a cheek pressed against his broad back, as the white-haired boy laughed full of satisfaction and fucked up elation.
“Um… fun night?” Suguru asked, his smile uncharacteristically awkward as he looked at Satoru and glanced at you curiously.
“Yeah, too much fun,” Satoru said with a grin, laughing when you scrunched his shirt up more, nails digging into his back like last night to shut him up—fuck, he was going to get hard from just that. “How was your night, Suguru?”
Maybe it was cruel to ask that when he didn’t really know if you still liked Suguru or not, but his cocky ass just couldn’t help but ask, knowing that he fucked your mind out last night, and he that he can and would continue to do it for the rest of his life, because that means that you would only think about him at that precious moment.
“Uh… yeah… I guess,” Suguru murmured as an answer, his eyes still glued to you. Since when did you look so cute? Suguru could acknowledge that he was acting like an asshole right now, knowing that he was starting to have interest in you after Satoru has swept you off of your feet and dicked you down a little too good.
Satoru’s eyes narrowed as he stepped a little to the side to hide you completely, holding the door. “Anyways, we’re going to have amazing morning sex from now, so go fuck yourself.”
Satoru grinned when he heard you let out a loud gasp at his words as he slammed the door right in front of Suguru’s face, before spinning around to face you.
Cradling your face in his large hands, he kissed you senseless as he pushed you towards the bed, tongue lolling out with yours as he lapped at yours like a pathetic mutt. His cock twitched at the sound of your surprised giggles, and he couldn't help but let out an unabashed moan.
MUSUBI: TALES OF THE GOLDEN ERA. ₊ ˚ 𓈒 ༉‧₊˚. masterlist .ᐟ
Collection of JJK oneshots based on the Heian Era ໒ @kldgo x @antholoji ꒱
MUSUBI (結び) represents the divine, cosmic force of creation, becoming, and the invisible, energetic bonds that connect people, things, and moments in time. It is the power that brings two separate elements together to create something new.
SYNOPSIS. “The Heian Era flourishes under the grace of ink brushes and ruminations. The strokes of these flickers dragged pathways across each region of Heian-Kyō—and within these regions— of silk robes, red and blazing; burning eyes seen through the cracks of blinds—would hold lush, dainty histories of its own.”
[𝜗℘] :: sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone catches him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the gardens.
゛ tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size diff. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit. breeding. overstim. reader gets called ‘little girl, doll, slut’ :: wc. 1.5k
“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought.
the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.
you feel sorry for the servants who’re doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches, acting like they’re not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance.
if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.
everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.
“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks.
he doesn’t have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.
you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second.
they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he can smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.
you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient woman you are.
he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”
you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat.
sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.
you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think he’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace.
“my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out.
your body can only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.
the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.
sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours.
his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”
your breath hitches and sukuna realises it’s working. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants.
you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.
“mghh yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around his dick as he promises you more of his precious cum.
the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in.
“that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.
you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.
there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “ngh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens.
his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.
“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you.
you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the ‘them’ in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.
unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.
you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone can interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.
“that’s it, yeah,” he grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.
however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again.
“nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.
you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you can sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks.
“oh! ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.
sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly.
he wants to extend it.
“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.
the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.
you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.
“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.
sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips.
“there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.
the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.
the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.
which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.
sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”
pairing dad's best friend!satoru gojo x university student!afab reader
a/n can u guys lmk how ur vibing with this new layout? i'm trying to trash the mature label tumblr has on this fic, but i'm lowkey too attached to the og, so this one just looks... wrong. ANYWAYS off i go to ex husband nanami as promised... outlawkuna, you're next, too
(jo by _3aem 🐾 scene divs by cafekitsune)
Satoru claims you from that moment on.
It's something unsaid — he walks next to you instead of in front of you, hand sneaking to your side so he can hold you unapologetically through the bustling city center. You two take the train home, standing side-by-side in the station, muttering aimlessly through the noise. Satoru talks about work and training, and you talk back in short, staccato bursts of energy, smiling in passing, shrugging off attempts he makes to get you to break past your Megumi-colored gloom.
Nothing works. Not his touch on your back, and surely not his muffled voice in your ear. It all feels so… temporary, like you know above all that you two are completely and utterly fucked the second your love faces the real world — if he ever had the guts to entertain it as such.
You can feel the glimpse in his eye — the way it shines for you around the corners, widening when you open your mouth to fire back. It's like, nothing you do can scare him away. Something about it is oddly comforting, like staring death right in the eyes. So, you let him hold you.
Standing at his kitchen island with a spoon in his hand, prodding at the omurice leftovers from last night, Satoru hardly regards you as he eats. "What did you eat before you came to see me this morning?"
You don't respond, sitting behind his polished marble with your knees crossed. Bare legs, ankles jumping as you scroll through your phone with hunched shoulders, you don't answer him.
"Am I speaking to a brick wall?"
"No… you're speaking to me." You reply, still not offering eye-contact, chin in a fisted hand as you stare down longingly into your phone.
He chuckles, oddly endeared. "I'll make you something then."
"I don't want your forty year old man meal prep, actually."
"You think you're so funny today." It's an accusation, not a question — one spoken around his mouthful of sticky egg. Satoru's cheeks are full of it, glossy lips pursed as he glances up at you.
That comment makes you disregard your phone, brows furrowed as you stare your older situationship head-on. Satoru blinks like he's innocent, then offers you a shrug.
"A little bit." You shrug right back, sighing and defiantly making a show of averting your attention back to your dimmed screen. "Not as funny as you, though. I don't go to the mirror and give myself affirmations about how smooth of a jokester I am, like you do, every morning."
"You got that right, baby's got a lot of learning, and a lot of affirmations to repeat."
The banter is light, and never lost on you. He makes you smile, too caught up in his silver stare to even really care about what's happening on your phone. You sigh again, locking it and peering back up at him with a gaze so wide and expectant, that he can't help but stand up straight.
"You're looking at me like you want something." He murmurs against his bite, sharp jaw working against stewed meat and wilted greens. "And I know it's not this food."
You raise your brows, so does he. Entire conversations based on mutual lust are shared with just a look. Satoru grins around his stupid, stuffed cheeks — eyes bright like he knows something you don't.
"We haven't done it in the kitchen, yet." Satoru's voice is low and measured, just like his footsteps as he walks backward into the kitchen with a finger in your waistband. You follow along, rolling your eyes as you stumble right where he wants you to be — lower back pressed into the counter, right next to his half-finished meal.
"Want to bend me over the hot stove? Kinky,"
"I like this…" He chuckles, voice so fucking deep that it sends a lustful wave of wetness between your thighs. "You're not thinking as much when you're with me, now." He whispers, pulling you chest-to-chest, lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. He smiles, and it's slow. Everything is so slow…
You nod, unsure of what to say, or what even should be said, right now. All you know is that your heart feels like it's going to beat straight through your chest. Of course, he had to point out the obvious — how you think you love him, now.
Still, you don't say it, because you can't. You're not supposed to love your Dad's best friend, but he makes it so easy to. He doesn't even have to ask you to lower onto your knees, but you do, right there, at his feet. Unapologetically.
pairing dad's best friend!satoru gojo x university student!afab reader
synopsis you and your dad made a bet: you finish the semester out strong? he'll let you stay in tokyo during your break — on his dime. only one catch. he has to have eyes on you at all times. who better to look out for his little girl than his best friend — a successful private tutor right in the middle of shibuya?
tags age-gap (satoru is 47, reader is 22), unbalanced unhealthy relationship dynamics, use of recreational drugs (hallucinogens, marijuana), heavy drinking, unprotected risky sex, use of birth control/IUD, pregnancy scare, implied maternal death, slight corruption kink, f!virginity loss, implied megumi x reader, struggles with body dysmorphia/ed's
authors note if you're new to this series, welcome to my baby. i started this one in october as a vehicle to rebrand myself into a series-based blog, and oml, i'm so happy that i did. i feel like a proud mommy of dilfjo and his virgin, and love the fact that i can share them with you. basically what i'm doing here is taking the themes of the album virgin by lorde and breaking them down song-by-song into my own interpretation. this one is horny, sad, unsure, yearny, freeing, and so meaningful to me. can't wait for you to read <3 virgin 4ever 🩻
(jo by @/_3aem 🩻 scene divs by @/cafekitsune)
chapter list
hammerwhat was thatshapeshifterman of the yearfavourite daughtercurrent affairs (preview)
clearblue
GRWM
broken glass
if she could see me now
david
