rereading my pretty little liars books and i forgot how triggering the book series is. they never let you forget that the four main girls are popular and skinny and cunty and get all the guys and girls and they/thems. it makes u want to become them but in a way where u need to lose ten pounds in a week and get perfect plastic surgery overnight kind of way.
not sure if you’ve done a smau like this or not but could you do one where the jjk guys react to you not spending their money? like they go shopping or buy some food or get their nails done but don’t let the guys pay! i just think it would be cute! also i love your smaus
𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ you distract your nerdy boyfriend from studying with an overwhelming amount of kisses until he forgets what he was even working on.
✿ ◞◟) gojo satoru 𝓍 gn!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 suggestive, nerd!satoru, established relationship, domestic fluff, mutual pining . . . except they’re already dating, lovestruck!reader, satoru being the prettiest boy ever, lots and lots of kisses everywhere, satoru is a blushing mess.
the apartment smelled like old paper and the faint, slightly burnt remnant of instant coffee satoru had made hours ago and promptly forgotten about.
it was a familiar scent, woven into the fabric of your shared space, a testimony to the academic chaos that was your boyfriend’s life. the only light in the living room came from a single, scarred desk lamp, its yellowed beam creating a small, concentrated island of illumination on the mountain of books and papers that covered the table. and there, at the very center of this organized pandemonium sat gojo satoru.
you paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a small, private smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
this was your favorite version of satoru, not the charming, effortlessly brilliant student who could dismantle a complex theorem with a lazy grin, but this one; the one who was so deeply absorbed in his studies that the rest of the world ceased to exist. his glasses, a pair of sleek, dark-framed ones he only wore when his contacts got too dry from staring at a screen for hours, were perched on his nose, slightly askew. one of the legs was tucked behind his ear, the other was not, making the entire frame sit at a jaunty, almost comical angle, and he was completely oblivious to it.
he was dressed for comfort with a soft grey hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing the lean, defined muscles of his forearms. his hair, that iconic, beautiful white hair that usually looked like a celestial cloud, was a disaster. soft tufts stuck up in every direction, a few stubborn strands plastered to his temple, a result of running his fingers through it. satoru’s head was propped on his hand, his brow furrowed as he stared at a particularly dense page of text, his lips moving silently as he read. he was so focused, so utterly adorable in his nerdy, intense concentration, that it made your chest ache with a wave of pure, unadulterated affection.
satoru was also, you noted with a warmth that bloomed low in your stomach, incredibly, incredibly hot.
it was a strange dichotomy he embodied perfectly; the ridiculous glasses, the messy hair, the oversized hoodie — all of it screamed 'cute, loveable nerd!'. but then there was the sharp line of his jaw, the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, the sheer, overwhelming masculine grace in the way he held himself even while hunched over a textbook. that bone-deep beauty that he seemed so unaware of in these moments, which only made it all the more potent.
you slowly pushed off from the doorframe, your footsteps soft on the wooden floor.
you didn’t want to startle satoru completely, but a small part of you, the part that was currently being consumed by a huge wave of adoration, wanted to see the exact moment his focus shattered. you crept up behind your boyfriend, your shadow falling over his work. he didn’t react, not even a flinch, so lost in his own world he was. you leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, and whispered;
"you’re doing the thing."
“hmm?" satoru mumbled, not looking up, his pen still scratching a note in the margin. "what thing?"
"the thing where you look like you’re trying to solve world hunger and global warming at the same time," you murmured slowly, your lips now ghosting along satoru’s jawline. "it’s very . . . strenuous."
satoru paused then, his hand stilling. a slow, pleased shiver ran through him, so subtle you wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t pressed so close.
"it’s just a paper on quantu—mmph . . . !"
you cut him off, but not with a kiss on the lips, no.
you placed a soft, deliberate peck right on the corner of his mouth. a simple, chaste little thing, but it was enough to finally pull satoru’s attention away from the page.
your boyfriend blinked, his head turning slightly to look at you, his glasses still crooked. his eyes, a brilliant, captivating shade of cerulean, were a little unfocused, like he was dragging himself back from the theoretical realm of quantum entanglement to the very real, very immediate you.
"b-baby . . . " he said, a soft, dopey smile spreading across his face, the tension in his shoulders easing.
"mhhh. you’re very pretty when you’re concentrating, you know that?"
a faint blush, the barest hint of pink, dusted his cheeks.
"i’m not pretty," satoru mumbled, a knee-jerk protest, his eyes already drifting back to his notes. "i’m . . . i’m a force of nature. a towering intellect. pretty is a—hey!"
you had done it again, this time placing a kiss on his forehead, right on the smooth skin just above his eyebrow. you felt his muscles relax under your lips, the tension melting away from his brow. you pulled back just enough to see his expression, a mix of surprised pleasure and growing bewilderment.
"what was that for?" satoru asked, and his voice was a little higher than usual.
"you had a wrinkle right there," you said, your voice taking on a matter-of-fact tone. "from frowning. very bad for your skin. i’m just doing my duty as a concerned partner."
"my skin is flawless, thank you very much," he retorted, a familiar, defensive sass creeping into his voice.
but satoru’s blush was deepening, spreading from his cheeks down to his neck. he was trying to look affronted, but his eyes, still a little wide and glassy, were betraying him. he liked this. he liked the attention, the interruption.
you took a step closer, now standing directly beside his chair. you didn’t give satoru a chance to recover, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose, right where his glasses sat. satoru’s skin was so warm.
"you’re getting sunspots," you murmured against satoru’s skin. "or . . . lamp-spots. from all this studying."
"i don’t get sunspots," satoru whispered, his voice cracking just a little.
his hands had come up, hovering uselessly in the air between you, like he wasn't sure whether to push you away or pull you closer. he settled on gently gripping your hips, his thumbs stroking the fabric of your shirt. it was a grounding gesture, his way of trying to maintain some semblance of control.
you hummed, a non-committal sound, and moved to press a kiss to his cheek. the skin there was impossibly soft, and you stayed there for a moment, feeling the warmth of his face, the slight stutter of his breath. he smelled like old books, coffee, and something uniquely, comfortingly satoru.
"you smell like a library," you whispered, your lips brushing against his cheekbone.
"is that a good thing?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
satoru’s long lashes were fluttering, his eyes closing on their own accord.
"the best thing," you confirmed, and then you were kissing his temple, the hinge of his jaw, a spot just below his ear that you knew was a hidden treasure trove of nerve endings.
your sweet boyfriend gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound, and his hips jerked in his chair. his fingers tightened on your hips, a silent plea for mercy you weren’t ready to give.
“y/n . . . " he breathed, a world of meaning in your name. it was a plea, a warning, an invitation.
you pulled back just enough to look at satoru, to take in the magnificent, messy picture he made — his glasses were now truly a catastrophe, hanging off one ear and precariously balanced on the other, the bridge resting on the very tip of his nose. satoru’s hair was even more of a mess, courtesy of his own restless fingers. his face was a symphony of reds and pinks, the blush spreading down his neck and disappearing into the collar of his hoodie. his lips were slightly parted, his breath coming in shallow, rapid pants.
satoru looked utterly, deliciously undone, and all from a few chaste kisses from you.
but the most potent detail was his eyes. that brilliant blue, usually so sharp, so full of clever mischief, was now dark, hazy, and completely, utterly focused on you.
there was a vulnerability there, a raw, unguarded longing that made your heart clench. he looked beautiful. he looked perfect. he looked like he was about to combust if you didn't kiss him properly, and the sight of him like this — this brilliant, beautiful boy, brought to such a tender, wanton state just by you — ignited a primal, possessive heat deep inside you.
"you’re so cute," you said, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "and so, so fucking hot, you know that? you have no idea what you do to me, sitting here looking like a wet dream in your nerdy glasses."
satoru’s adam’s apple bobbed again.
"not a wet dream," he managed to choke out, a last-ditch effort at his usual bravado. he sounded so small, so out of his depth. so perfectly, wonderfully him. "just . . . a very tired student who really wants to—mmph!"
you had had enough of his adorable, pathetic protests.
you shut him up properly this time, cupping your boyfriend’s face in your hands and leaning in to press your lips to his. it was a soft, gentle kiss at first, a simple meeting of mouths, but the moment your lips touched, it was like a spark to tinder.
satoru made a small, desperate sound against your mouth, his hands relinquishing their grip on your hips to come up and bury themselves in your hair, pulling you closer. the kiss deepened, his lips parting under yours, and you obliged him, your tongue brushing against his lower lip. he tasted like coffee and the faint, sweet residue of the cherry chapstick the young boy always used.
you broke the kiss, but only to tilt satoru’s head back, giving you better access to his neck.
you trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat, feeling his pulse hammering a frantic rhythm against your lips. you found his pulse point, that spot that was always so sensitive, and you sucked, gently, just enough to leave a faint, pink mark. satoru whimpered, a sound of pure pleasure, his hips bucking up against your thigh.
"y/n, please . . . " satoru gasped, his head falling back further, completely surrendering to your onslaught.
you nibbled on his collarbone, which was peeking out from the neckline of his hoodie. you kissed the hollow of satoru’s throat, the slope of his shoulder. you kissed satoru’s eyelids, his eyebrows, the tip of his nose again. you were everywhere, dotting satoru’s face and neck with a constellation of affection. you kissed the spot behind his ear, and he shivered violently. you pressed a kiss to his chin, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, teasing him, drawing it out, savouring every minute tremor and low moan you could coax from him.
satoru’s glasses had finally fallen off completely, landing with a soft clatter on the book he’d been reading.
he didn’t even notice. his world had narrowed to you, to the sensation of your lips on his skin. his hands were tangled in your hair, clutching at you, his fingers flexing and uncurling, a sign of his absolute, hopeless surrender.
satoru’s face was a mess of colour, his skin completely flushed, his lips swollen and slick, his eyes completely dazed. he was a masterpiece of flustered desire, a picture of devastating vulnerability that he only ever showed you. the smart, sharp-tongued genius was completely and utterly putty in your hands. it was a heady feeling, a powerful intoxication; satoru loved you, and you loved him, and in this moment, that was the only truth in the universe.
finally, you couldn't take the teasing anymore.
the sight of him, the taste of his skin, the sound of his desperate little gasps — it was all too much. you needed more. you needed to devour him completely.
you captured satoru’s mouth again, but this time, there was no gentleness; it was a hungry, possessive kiss, your tongue tangling with his, claiming him, tasting him. you poured all your pent-up adoration and want into that kiss, and he met you with equal fervour, his own tongue dancing with yours, his hands tightening in your hair. he kissed you back like you were the air he needed to breathe, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered; and to satoru, you were.
you broke the kiss only when you were both gasping for air, your foreheads resting together, your breath mingling in the small space between you.
satoru’s eyes were closed, his long, white lashes fanned out against his flushed cheeks. a single, soft, shaky moan escaped his lips, the sound of a man completely and utterly conquered.
"your face is sooo red," you whispered, a teasing lilt in your voice, though you were just as breathless as he was. "like a very pretty tomato."
he managed to crack one eye open, peering at you through his lashes. a weak, crooked grin spread across his face.
"you’re very mean," satoru mumbled, his voice hoarse. "and i love you."
you smiled, a genuine, heart-stopping smile that crinkled the corners of your pretty eyes. you leaned in, kissing the red tip of satoru’s nose again.
"i love you too, my nerdy, beautiful boy. now," you said, pulling back and looking pointedly at the scattered papers. "what was that paper on again? quantum . . . something?"
satoru groaned, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder, his body completely slumping against yours in a heap of exhausted, contented defeat.
"i think i forgot," he mumbled into your shirt.
you laughed, a soft, happy sound, and pressed a kiss to the crown of satoru’s messy white hair.
"good," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him. "then take a break. study later."
you felt the smile spread against your shoulder as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
yeah . . . this was your favourite version of satoru, and you were never, ever going to get tired of it.
Random Texts with Naoya but you have him wrapped around your finger🤑
side note: I just had some unfinished screenshots from smaus with naoya so this is all of them :) also this is an arranged marriage relationship thingy
Yandere Suguru in your last smau was so mmmm, would you ever consider doing one for the rest of the cast?
don't need to ask me twice anon 😛
HOOK, LINE AND SINKER
yandere!jjk x reader smau (shoko, nanami, shiu and sukuna)
Whether you know it or not, you're never leaving their sight again
Contains: Unhealthy/yandere behaviour, kidnapping, manipulation, implied drugging, implied violence to reader (shoko went fully misery on your ass), murder, stalking
Contains: suguru being an actual cult leader, yandere suguru, kidnapping and imprisonment, murder, implied violence, jokes in regards to self harm, suggestive content
gojo, toji, geto, nanami, higuruma, choso, megumi, and sukuna.
satoru gojo
toji fushiguro
suguru geto
kento namami
hiromi higuruma
choso kamo
megumi fushiguro
ryomen sukuna
bro i SWEARRR yuji was apart of this but my phone decided to be a fricking idiot and made the messages mess up. and i did yuji right before sukuna’s so don’t mind a couple of wonky stuff 🥺🥺 also the backstory behind this picture is this text
warnings: smut, couch fucking, reader is in 20's, degrading, praises, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, ass spankin', dbf!bucky, au!steve'sdaughter, nicknames: honey, doll, baby, sweet girl, sweetie. use of daddy (bucky calling himself that).
a/n: just realized this old man sits on a couch alot. wrote this bc I love dbf!men and bucky is so yummy
thinking of dbf!bucky where he cant keep his hands to his best friends daughter who came back from uni, steve's daughter, when steve tells buck, "cant thank you enough, buck, for babysittin' her f'me, y'know how she gets when shes alone in the house." oh, buck is more than happy to watch over her.
"C'mon honey, do you think you can give me one more for daddy? yeah?" He would reach around your body to firmly rub your sensitive clit while pounding into you mercilessly into the couch, your hand gripping onto anything you could find for support. You've been teasing bucky since you two been alone in the house. He's been makin' sure you stay out of trouble while he babysit you, although you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, as said to your dad already. To get on buckys nerves, you've been wearing skimpy blouses and short shorts that are practically panties at this point around the house whenever bucky would be around, sitting closely to him in such attire while you both watched TV would make bucky resort to hiding his erection under a couch pillow.
Here you are, trapped under him after your little games finally broke his last straw. He manages to slip out of you, where you whine like a bitch in heat from the feeling of being so empty, hes doing this on purpose, edging you until you learn your lesson to not mess with daddy's best friend. It's unfair really, where your so exposed to him, your cunt dripping with your arousal while hes clothed, that Henley stretched agaisnt his braod chest while his pants are pulled down enough to where his cock springs against his stomach, glistening with your wetness and his own. He sits you onto him again without a warning, making you take every inch so easily with how soaking and sloppy he made your cunt to be. "such a fuckin' brat, teasin' me around this house like I wouldn't fuck your brains out, doll?" He pants, grinning as he manhandled you to straddle your knees bracketing his thighs, your ass seated on his lower stomach as he uses his hands to fuck you real nice and hard onto his cock, while leaving hard smack, smack, smack, onto your brusied ass with each thrust.
You whine onto for support, tears staining your cheeks as you try to find your voice, to almost beg for his mercy to go easy on you. "how you think y'daddy would feel seeing his sweet girl fucked out like this, huh?" He bites on your shoulder, his other hand going around to grope your breast so harshly, teasing your hardening peaks. His hand leaves your breasts, going back to your ass and spreading your cheeks, and kneading them together and smacking them, with each praise, "takin' me so well, you were made f'me, baby, yeah?" You nod mindlessly, feeling that knot in your stomach tighten with each bounce and of his thrusting up into you, where you grip his meaty thighs through his sweatpants, "b-buck, please, m'gonna—!" He grabs your hips so hard your sure they would leave bruises in the morning, but you're so put of it all you can think of is, bucky, bucky, bucky, and that knot in your lower tummy 'bout to bust. "Yeah? Gonna cum f'me, doll, c'mon, let go for me" He cooes, biting your neck and licking a long strip to your shoulder. He forces a few more thrusts up into you and you could also feel his movements faltering, becoming sloppy but harsh.
You cry out his name, the knot bursting and you swear you see stars, the whole room becoming so painful to look at for how much he keeps fucking you through it, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you come down from your high, and bucky keeps fucking you through it until he comes so harshly that he moans lowly, which seems to be your name but so broken. You lean forward, your chest resting on his thighs, as he tips his head back, panting and his hands mindlessly knead the flesh of your sore ass. "Such a good girl f'me, good girl, such a sweet girl for takin' me so well." He praised, pulling you up and turning you while youre impaled on his half hardening cock, making you whine and whimper at the sensation. He caresses your fucked out face, chuckling and grinning like an idiot, "round two, baby?"
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