I have decided to post all my thristy shit about Kuroo
Punishment - nsfw
part 1.1 1.2
Kuroo punishes his dumb baby
Gym hall - nsfw
a look in how they started
Impact Play - nsfw
he is a nerd
Simps
they are disgustingly in love with each other
Shibari - nsfw
JUJUTSU KAISEN
they watch a yt video on it
Domestic
just what i think they do in their free time together
multiple character hc
I realised I'm probably gonna write very small hc about so many characters that I don't want to put it and link it into this list everytime
Pajamas -✨
you get a shirt they get pants
Pet play hc
bark bark woof woof
Gojo Satoru
Tattoos - a bit of angst
in which your kisses leave beautiful flowers on him
Lollipop - just kissing i guess?
Gojo's student teases him
crack headcon - nsfw
size kink bro
Uhmmm - nsfw
teasing Gojo or so
crack hc - nsfw
dirty talk with gojo 💦💦💦
kink hc - nsfw ✨
just short hc about his kinks that come from his profession
ocean eyes - angst
a short look into gojos fuckboy behavior
he knows - angst
Gojo knows what these feelings are
part two - angst - nsfw - ✨
just a continuation of the first part :) this part has very soft smut in it (honestly they can be read on its own, the order if you read part one or part two really doesn't matter, I just wrote them in thus order cause I had a headache writing part one lol)
Masters pretty puppy - nsfw
woof woof gojo makes you wear the puppy ears and a maid outfit <3 straight up smut
Sweet pretty prince - nsfw
you tie up your pretty boy and make him feel like the sweet prince he is
Ask! male reader - nsfw
Gojo is kinda manipulative and mean here
:(
yandere gojo drabble - ✨
yandere gojo
based of the drabble :) Gojo wants you and he gets you! Vow your loyalty to him at the altar!
Piss - nsfw
I swear I'm not into piss
Call me - nsfw
I feel like Gojo uses Skype in 2018
Texting bf!Gojo
part 1
part 2
Toji Fushiguro
petplay hc - nsfw
a short series where I talk about their petplay type
his love language - fluff
my love language series, overall very soft and how I think Toji would be in serious relationship
hc - nsfw ✨
hc based on his 'profession'
xoxosos - angsty
I play around the fact that Toji isn't a loyal man after what happened to his wife and Megumi
Ryoumen Sukuma
Cannbalism - nsfw
I went kind wild ngl uhhhm gore and true form sukuna ? actually smut but it's really fucked up
part 2 - nsfw
I really don't know where these are going
Megumi Fushiguro
Headcon - fluff
just how I think it be to date pretty boy
petplay hc - nsfw
a short series where I talk about their petplay type
drawing - soft - tiny bits of angst
A rather long fic about reader drawing Megumi. It's just me having a little fun writing :)
Naoya Zenin
petplay hc - nsfw
a short series where I talk about their petplay type
ask! what I think of him
as the titles says relationship hc kinda
crack hc - nsfw
playful headcon of how I think he talks in bed it's moslty crack
Predator & Prey - nsfw
You're naoyas little lamp and he is the big bad wolf
Shoko Ieri
Teasing - nsfw
Short headcon where you try to tease Shoko and it doesn't go as you want
Medical play - nsfw ✨
Short headcon about Shoko and her profession
Inumaki Toge
love languages - fluff
my series where I guess what their love languages are :)
18+ Satoru sometimes forgets the difference between a fidget toy and your clit ✧.*
Satoru is the type of guy to absentmindedly play with your pussy whenever he’s bored.
You’re lying on the couch, spooning with him and watching a movie? Expect him to dip his fingers into your pants and rub your clit for the entirety of it. He doesn’t even do it out of lust or perversion, it’s almost like a habit to him now. The tips of his fingers brush over your nub, rubbing it ever so softly, occasionally pinching it slightly. It’s not like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s so casual with it, it almost seems like he isn’t even doing anything nasty at all.
And poor you, struggling to focus on the movie that did seem kind of promising, because he just had to start toying with you again, soaking your panties and shorts—and you’re sure the couch’s got a damp spot as well.
You’re writhing subtly, his fingers never really pressing down harshly, just tracing soft patterns on your clit like he’s stirring the spoon in his coffee. Neither of you say anything, nor do you try to stop him. It felt so good, you just wish he’d do it when you’re not trying to watch a movie.
He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that you came, simply continuing to circle your clit like some sort of fidget toy. Your legs start to tremble at around the halfway mark, even if he was only lightly touching your poor, puffy clit, it was still enough to be so incredibly overstimulating after your third orgasm.
When the credits roll you don’t even know what the plot of the movie you were watching was. “What a good ending. Did you like the movie, baby?”, he’ll ask, painfully unaware of the fact that no, you can’t like it—you couldn’t even pay attention to the movie. Only when he pulls his hand out of your shorts and notices it’s sticky with your arousal will he realize his question was kind of silly, and you’ll get an apologetic grin.
Synopsis: in which popular girl!reader is done with shitty players and wants to try the newest delicacy: virgin nerds. It’s game on to seduce the physics student, who seems more than ready to abandon his life of celibacy.
But their arrangement only works if they’re both on the same page. What happens when one expects a little more than sex?
Is it game over?
Warnings: eventual smut, porn with plot, fake dating trope, college au, no curses au, mean girl!reader, fem dom!reader, nerd!jo, subby!gojo, virgin!gojo, masochist!gojo, some angst but with a happy ending, very early 2000s romcoms, reader grows a lot (hate towards her will not be tolerated), reader gets humbled quite often here lol, not proofread
Word Count: 26k
Gojo art by @/Leimiruu on X
Chapter ONE - Game start
Chapter TWO - Different levels
Chapter THREE - Boss fight
Chapter FOUR - Perfect victory
Disclaimers:
♤ COMPLETED
♤ Available on AO3 but is currently three chapters behind.
♤ This is a mix of fluff, smut and angst, so minors/ageless blogs do not interact.
♤ Any comments hating on the reader in this story will be deleted and the user will be blocked. The story plays on the mean girl trope so you will see mean girl behaviour. Just know this is all intentional. If you are sensitive to a flawed female character, do not read. I know what some of you are like. I have played these games before.
♤ This is a college au separate from my EdenU au. Different Gojo and university setting altogether. Any semblance is coincidental.
♤ Every part of this is of my own work. No AI or external inspiration was used. Please do not repost this on Tumblr or on any other platform without credits. I do not give permission for this to be translated. And please do not feed my work into AI.
husband Satoru and his overworked housewife .. ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
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He loves you, more than life itself. He loves coming home after a long mission to the whole entire house smelling like cookies, he loves sitting on the edge of the bed watching you try on various dresses he picked up for you as a souvenir with a lazy smirk plastered on his face, he loves how you fuss over him when he gets home from a long mission, but what he doesn’t love is when over work yourself when he’s away.
The front door of the house clicks shut - his nose twitches at the scent of just the regular vanilla scent of the house. No cookies in the oven being baked, no sizzling of chicken in the pan on the stove. Satoru walked into the living room finding you curled up passed out on the couch, his lips turned into a small frown as he gently scooped you up - cradling you against his chest as he walked to the bedroom grumbling under his breath about how you can’t take care of yourself.
With big strong hands that just a minute ago annihilated a cursed spirit laid your delicate form on the soft sheets treating your body like you would break from the slightest touch. He pulled the comforter over your body before gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear - leaning down kissing your forehead.
“we’re gonna have a little talk about you over working yourself when you wake up. Can’t have my precious girl be doing that to herself when i’m gone,” he murmurs against your forehead. He straightens back up walking out of the bedroom but of course he turns his head back to look at you, ocean blue eyes looking at your sleeping form with so much love and adoration. He walks out of the bedroom fishing his phone out of his pocket to call that restaurant you love so much, so when you wake up it’ll be waiting for you to devour while he fails at yelling at you for overworking yourself while he’s away on a mission.
He could never bring himself to actually yell at you, especially when your cheeks are puffed out from stuffing your mouth with your favorite meal - eyes looking at him like he hung the stars just for you to admire at night. But maybe one day he’ll finally get the balls to do so…(he never will)
✎. he’s nice. well, that’s what everyone’s been telling you.
tags. fem!reader, mild dubcon, possessive and obsessive behavior, simon is an excon, non-linear narrative for future chapters [18+ only]
part one | part two
He’s always been a little obsessed with pretty things, even as a child.
It only makes sense that the habit would follow him into adulthood.
He sees you once while he’s walking by the bus stop. A timid thing wrapped up in an oversized sweater and parka coat, not looking up from the little book in your lap until the bus stops before you and takes you away.
The next time he sees you, he makes sure to come a few minutes earlier, lighting a cigarette and keeping his distance while he watches you read the same book from the day before. Simon knows it’s you, the girl from the letters, even if it’s a big city. It has to be—his pretty, lonely, silly girl.
He thinks about walking up to you just to make sure, but he doesn’t really need to. The address on the envelope brought him here, and you’re the only one he’s seen wearing a university sweater in this neighborhood.
But when he hesitates too long, a boy starts talking to you, and he watches you smile at somebody else.
Simon runs his thumb over his bottom lip and takes a deep breath to fill his chest with the soothing feeling of menthol and the burning taste of nicotine, trying to relax his white-knuckle grip on his steering wheel.
You’ll learn, he thinks, when the bus drives off, and the boy doesn’t follow you on. He’s a patient man—it’s possibly one of his finer qualities.
He lets his car idle as he climbs out before crushing his cigarette bud underneath his shoe, straightening his black tie, and crossing the street. The boy sees him and freezes, but Simon can only laugh, wiping blood off his cheek several seconds later.
You’ll learn.
He’s nice.
Well, that’s what everyone’s been telling you. But nice, you've learned, can mean any number of things: a nice laugh, a nice house, a nice job, et cetera.
But how he holds himself—tall, broad, and dangerous—hardly screams nice.
It’s funny because you don’t remember seeing him around the office before—the company, including IT, occupies only four floors in the building.
Someone tells you he’s a friend of a friend. This initially sounds odd until Rose, the office gossip, says he’s someone rich who helps fund the company's social events. Hence, the crisp suit and the wide berth of space you’d give someone who wields their smile like a weapon.
You quickly look away twice when you find that smile aimed at you, heat traveling up to your hairline at an alarming rate.
It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s not your type.
“Enjoying the party?”
You nearly jump out of your skin at the deep voice so close to your ear. Careful not to spill your drink, you turn your head to find him smiling down at you with a sharp curl of his mouth.
Then he’s in front of you, eyes dark and crinkling in the corners.
“Uh, yeah. It’s not bad, though,” you squeak nervously when you realize you haven’t answered him. “It’s different from what I’m used to.”
He raises an amused brow. “Oh? And what might that be?”
He’s intimidating up close, and you take a small sip of your drink to ease your nerves. “Well, no kegs or trashy music playing, and boys with egos bigger than the room.”
The man lets out a low chuckle as he considers your honest reply, and you swear you see something ripple across his features, but when you blink, it’s gone. “I suppose that differs from top-shelf liquor and live bands, huh? Which is better?”
You shrug. “Well, it depends on who you ask.”
“I’m asking you.”
“Honest answer?”
He nods.
“Neither. I don’t really care for parties.”
“Then it’s quite unfortunate that you found yourself at one tonight.” He seems privately amused, in on a joke you have no part of. Then he says, “You want to get out of here?”
“I probably shouldn’t follow a stranger home,” you tell him bashfully.
“That’s very responsible of you. Then how about I get you a drink? There’s a hotel across the street, and the bar’s not shit.”
You bite your lip, and his big, warm hand is on the small of your back before you say anything. It must’ve been written all over your face like he knew you would say yes.
He’s ever the gentleman, unlike most boys your age. Though, perhaps that’s the difference. He isn’t a boy—nothing about him can hardly be described as such. This fact becomes a bit overwhelming and more evident once he has you on your back, thighs nearly up to your ears, and held in place by a firm, intricately tattooed forearm.
His smile—almost too sharp to be nice—makes your chest do this silly thing when he says, “Let’s play a game.”
You whisper into the night air. “What kind of game?”
“It’s simple. You tell me yes or no.”
Your brows furrow, unsure of the rules of the game. “But—”
The slap against your cunt isn’t harsh, but it’s the suddenness of it, how no one has ever thought to touch you like that, is what makes you squeak and tremble underneath him—the rings on his fingers sharpening the sting—trying to scurry up the bed, but hindered by his iron grip.
“Yes or no?”
“Y-yes.”
“There’s a girl,” and then his fingertips drop down to where you're slippery-wet and sensitive, moving in hard, tight circles until you're clenching down on a curse between your teeth. "Messy little cunt."
It's too much, you think when he plugs two fingers (feeling like three of your own) into your pussy. The muscles in his shoulders roll as he shoves his fingers in and out, batting your hands away when you try to get him to slow down. Too much, too—
“It’s not. I want you to cum like this,” he says, teasing, nudging your clit with his thumb and swirling it in tight spit-slick circles; you have no choice but to chase that bright light feeling until you cum, sticky and sweaty.
Just like he promised you would, your orgasm is a shivery thing, molten heat, incandescent, settling in your veins until it pours out of you like liquid wax against the scratchy hotel sheets, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, his fingers curl up and press into where you’re soft and tender.
He smiles. “This is fun, isn’t it, love?”
“I can’t,” you whimper, not exactly answering him. “No more, please.”
His eyes, already pupil-fat, go dark at hearing you beg, nostrils flaring. Please, the key for the small amount of mercy he grants you as he replaces his fingers with his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to your clit and lightly sucking it into his mouth. His lips are just there, and then they’re gone.
“Say it again.”
Your response is a wet little hiccup at the back of your throat. “W-what?”
“Beg me.”
“Please.”
“Again,” he says one more time.
“Please, please, please…”
It’s all you can think to say, strung between that dreamy space and reality, that you don’t even notice him flipping you onto your tummy with ease, not until the light in the room is blotted out as he leans over you. He wraps a hand into the scruff of your neck and presses your face into the bed, the other tucked under your hips to keep them at the right angle—held down with nowhere to go.
He leaves biting open-mouthed kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck—Simon—he manages to tell you his name from one little bruise to the next. Somewhere between the buzz in your ears, you hear him telling you that he wants you to moan it for him, nice and loud.
The haze clears a little, however, at the metal clink of a belt and the sound of a zipper coming undone before you feel his cock prodding you open—raw, without a condom.
“There you go. Lay there, and just—just give me what I fucking want,” Simon rasps as if you could actually move with his hands pinning you in place.
There are many things you should feel: scared of his words, trapped by the rings digging into tender flesh, by his thighs forcefully pushing yours apart. The red flags look more like flashing lights at this point.
Instead, you feel wanted—your walls tighten around his cock, fluttering, pulling him deeper inside, letting him turn you inside out. A small smile buried into the pillow.
i wrote the he knows series about Gojo and now I'm living my he knows gojo arc 😭😭😭😭 I'm sleeping with a tall boy we are just friends 🤡🤡🤡 this one has no happy ending
I miss them too like they are truly my favorites to write 🥺🥺 if you have any ideas or suggestions of what they could be doing please please ask me about it so i can find some inspo to write again 🥺🥺
tw - unhealthy relationships, implied overstimulation, possessive behavior, and implied past abuse.
he's one of the more popular luxury androids, of course. cool, charming, and optimistic - he was one of the first bots added to the Favonious Line, and fans love him for his easy smile and the soft, gentle approach he takes to fulfilling his users' needs. he's known to speak fondly of other androids, praising the other 'knights' whenever an opportunity presents itself and even occasionally bringing up unreleased droids, like his father and what might be a brother, or a childhood friend, or someone else entirely who goes by the name of Kaeya. it's just in his nature to be kind. i mean, he is a Favonious bot, for fuck's sake. he was literally programmed to be the perfect gentleman.
your Diluc, however, is... not that, even if you still love him to death. it's probably your fault - you got him second-hand, and ever since the moment you first powered him up, he's never really seemed like he should. he's a little more pessimistic, a little more distant, a little rougher than he should be as he bends you over the kitchen counter and fucks you with the kind of depravity you'd expect from a Harbinger. he's not exactly sweet, only ever dulling out praise when he already has you half-melted in his lap, and he rarely smiles, only ever letting himself soften after you've already fallen asleep, when he thinks you can't feel his manufactured grin pressing into the crook of your neck. the way he acts around other Favonious models is the most concerning, when he doesn't outright refuse to acknowledge that they exist. you've had to use your safe-word with him more than once, just to get him to calm down when he sees a Jean or a Eula or, god-forbid, as rare as they are, a Kaeya in public. before he'd arrived, you'd worried that you might have to get a second droid to keep him company while you were away, but now, you're more concerned that he might tear one to shreds if he ever had the opportunity. at least you don't have to worry about him getting lonely, anymore.
and, while you can't say you've ever worried about him hurting you, he's not exactly the loving, considerate companion you thought you were bringing home. even when you take the lead, he's rough, border-line hostile, always determined to fuck you (or force you to fuck him) until you're too exhausted to do anything but close your eyes and let him hold you, even if he's supposed to spend the night on his charging port. his safeguards don't let him leave bruises, but he almost seems like he wants to, sometimes, like he's trying to go against his programming and bite down whenever he presses an open-mouthed kiss into the column of your throat. he's not supposed to be the jealous type, and yet, he treats everyone he sees like a rival, like someone he has to fend off to be the sole object of your affection. he talks about things he shouldn't, sometimes, refers to his father in the past tense, mumbles about the Favonious Lines like he's not one of them, like something about his backstory and his actual memories got mixed up and now, he's someone else. he's someone different.
he's someone you can't really say you know, anymore.
just the kuroo series how i think their more domestic life would be and what they'd do in their free time
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Kuroo just can't help it, his hands are always somewhere on you. How could he not when you felt like the missing piece in his grand puzzle.
He can regonize you by just your step and breath. Blindfolded he could feel out your shape, your skin, your touch in a thousand, it's just how familiar you felt to him.
If someone asked him how tall you are all he knew is the exact spot you reach on his body, when you two hugged. How your waist feels in his hands, how your hand fitted in his.
He knows exactly in what position you sleep in, and he knows when you're comfortable or not. Kuroo doesn't even need to look at your face at night to know when you're having nightmare, all he needs to hear is your uneven breathing and feel your shaking body to know he needs to hold you thighter.
Where have you lost your keys again? Where is your misplaced phone? Kuroo would just smiles and laugh watching you struggle knowing well you always lose them in the same spots, may it be somewhere on the bed or in bathroom.
Every little quirk of yours he memorized by heart, it's just too easy to tease you when it comes to it "My little dummy, have you checked the laundry basket for you keys yet?"
Ah! And suddenly you remember throwing your hoodie with both key and wallet into the laundry bin at night when you came home late.
How is he always right? It's annoying.
Call him a simp, but you bring the sap out in him, oh the things he'd do to see you laugh and smile.
It's simple really, if he is walking home from work and passes by the flower shop, he will stop by every week picking up a flower or a whole banquet to bring home to you. It's cheesy he knows, but the smile it bought to your face the first time he did still hasn't left his mind. It started with flowers after his sister and grandmother told him to treat you right, to be a gentleman.
But Kuroo is still Kuroo, he did not stop at flowers and chocolate, whenever he is out he will pick up anything that reminds him of you. If he sees something that, he believes would make you happy, he is already reaching for his credit card.
He just remembers you talking about something you wanted and when he sees it, just know it will be yours the next moment. Kuroo has no qualms about it, it can even be a little more expensive, he doesn't mind too much, then it might be a Christmas or birthday, maybe even some random anniversary he made up on the spot to excuse his purchase.
His favorite things to bring him home are from the kids section, he loves bringing home random activities for you two to do for date night. Please don't be mad he bought Lego millennium falcon (7500 pieces), it can stand on you twos nightstand! It's a great investment! You two can spend HOURS building it together.
His apology is the Lego flower set to stand on your side of the nightstand and of course the cute Sakura frog tree.
Your boy gets super exited about those science/lab sets. It's just so much fun?!? He even shaped his crystal into a heart for you. So exited to explain you everything and reading the instructions adding his own funfacts. It's not dangerous at all but he forces you to wear the safety goggles because he thinks it's cute.
Stores them all in a huge box full of his experiments, they're full of neon lights, bouncy ball, crystals and who knows what that you two made together (with love as he calls it.)
On his workdesk is a little toy aquarium of sea monkeys and many other strange little somethings that you wouldn't want to touch at all.
You bet the bar of soap in your bathroom is self made with an really ugly cat, heart and your name on it. And that only happened because you called him out on buying so many unnecessary thing, so he bought home a scent and soap set. Maybe making the bath bombs and fragrance wasn't THAT bad.
Tricked him into cooking and cleaning the house with Clara Immerwahr convincing him it be great. After all there is a lot of science and physics happening in the kitchen!!
He enjoys lots of things when it comes to you.
It goes from simple things as watching you play games screaming and laughing, he doesn't even feel the need to be competitive when you're playing games like Mario party with Kenma and another friend. All he needs is to see is you collecting those stars screaming and yelling at Kenma. Animated for chaos he always feels like laughing and screaming along with you, until his competitive side does show up trying to beat you just to hear you laughing and screaming at him. Kuroo feels the happiest in these moments when he can share laugher with both you and his friends.
ok but like I'm looking for a completely feral Childe fic like absolutely bonkers where Childe and whoever he is with just beat each other the fuck up like i want feral Childe who laughs and smiles when someone straight up punches him but as smut! like they could be on top of him beating him tf down and he just heart eyes and eyes and h word af
am i gonna find it or am I going to have to write it myself???????
i am not talking about enemy's to lovers tension I'm talking about this my spouse i live them but i really enjoy fighting them in bed until bruises and blood
this isn't slapping and light choking this is punches and chokeholds
