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yuji never understood what personal space meant. well, not when it came to you.
no one batted an eye because everyone just assumed he was your boyfriend due to the constant touching and the way his hands naturally found their way to you and only you.
from the moment you met, he had been all over you. legs pressed together, his cheek was always pressed against your shoulder when you were seated and his hand was always holding yours. if he wasn't leaning on you, he was laying his head on your lap, his face in your stomach, idly tracing patterns on your skin, or rearranging your guts like it was the most natural thing in the world. because it was, wasn't it?
you were best friends at the end of they day. best friends are supposed to be touchy.
you never had a best friend before.
he knew that.
he knew that he was taking advantage of you and your lack of knowledge on how these things actually work. but he told you this was normal, and super close best friends did this.
but he couldn't help it, not with the way you chirp out his name as you entered his dorm after a mission.
"hi yu!"
your arms immediately wrapped around his waist. one of his arms lazily wrapped around you.
"missed you.. how was your day baby?" he whispered, nudging his nose against your temple.
"was okay, I did an exorcise on curse." your vocabulary was a bit limited due to spending most of your life isolated in the village you grew up in before getting scouted by gojo.
"curses died! so many! and nobara helped!"
"so proud of you.." he murmured, hands moving to your waist. he pulled you onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. his touch was far too intimate for friendship.
you went crazy whenever he praised you without having any idea why.
you whined desperately trying to grind on his lap like he taught you to. he chuckled, hold tightening to stop your movements.
"no baby, I don't have any condoms on me."
a pout appeared on your lips. "mean.."
you moved off his lap making him furrow his eyebrows. he sighed before forcing you back onto his growing lap, pushing you down to feel his bulge.
"fucking brat.. take care of this."
"don't have condoms" you mimicked him.
bad idea.
"yu!" you moaned out his name as his thick cock disappeared in and out of you at a fast pace.
"calling me mean.. god, babe, you hurt my feelings."
your mouth was opened, letting sweet and pornographic moans leave all while whimpering out his name like a prayer.
"ya? like my dick without protection? cuz I sure do.." he chuckled, big veiny hands separating your cheeks to see your pretty tight holes. "get to really feel you." your back was arched like a damn cat. his hands reached to grab yours, forcing you to keep your cheeks open for him.
drool flooded the pillow all while your brain was turning into mush.
his eyes were set on the recoil of your ass bouncing as he pounded into you. the room was starting to feel way too hot for winter.
his face leaned down, lips connecting to the column of your neck once he moved your hair away. his wet kisses trailed up to your jaw, biting playfully.
"you have the prettiest, sweetest pussy baby." he pulled back to continue watching you take his cock. a hand went to spank your ass chuckling once you whined. his hips snapped into you with more force.
"look at ya.. moaning cuz of me. moan louder cmon.. make the whole school know that your best friend makes you feel so good."
he could feel himself begin to twitch inside you. "take your head out the pillows. wanna see your face once I cum inside." your head was picked up by his hand pulling on your hair making you arch even more until your back hit his chest.
the hand moved down to your neck, gripping onto it as his other hand snaked down between your legs, rubbing at your clit messily at a fast pace.
your eyes widened when he mentioned finishing inside. you didn't know much but from your understanding, coming inside = babies. his thrusts started getting sloppy as he neared his release.
"you're gonna take my load alright? then we'll be together okay? like boyfriend and girlfriend."
"we go together if you finish inside..?" you babbled curiously.
"mhm.. you wanna be more than best friends, love?"
you nodded.
"good.." he watched as your body went limp after he filled you up, a loud moan left his lips. he pulled out, holding your folds apart as his semen oozed out of you. "love you.." he leaning down, moving your face to the side as he pecked your lips lovingly.
"love you.. more"
of course you loved your best friend. now boyfriend.
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18+
best friend!satoru who eats you out for the first time as your second birthday gift. you’d joked about needing a second dessert after cake and he’d shrugged, carried you bridal style to the couch, pinned your thighs over his shoulders and said, “you want me to put frosting on it or nah?” you thought he was kidding. you learned he was not.
best friend!satoru who gets painfully hard when you wear his clothes, but doesn’t bother to hide it.
best friend!satoru who lets you borrow anything from his closet, and steals from yours constantly. “mutual property. yours is mine, mine is yours. if you see me decked out in your miniskirt, i don’t want to hear a word,” and he means it—full on struts past you one morning in your crop top, showing off his slutty waist like it’s his god-given right, looking back only to say: “you left it on the floor. you forfeited ownership.”
best friend!satoru who’s your lingerie consultant. even when you’re dating someone else, he always insists on helping you “rate” the pieces you wear for The Other Guy. “7.5. makes your tits look great, but you’re gonna waste that on him?” weeks later, you realize half those sets went missing.
best friend!satoru who feeds you fries off his plate. dips them in sauce and holds them up to your lips. always pretends to miss your mouth so he can press his greasy fingers against your bottom lip and go “oops, messy girl.” and chuckles when you lick or bite his fingers in retaliation.
best friend!satoru is IT for me guys
LET’S PLAY BALL ── ⭑ .ᐟ
MLB!MEGUMI FUSHIGURO MASTERLIST!
. ★⋆. ࿐࿔ “ won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? ” . ˚
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୨ৎ you noticed me (fluff, some angst, nsfw) LONG FIC
୨ৎ talk baby (fluff, angst, nsfw) LONG FIC
୨ৎ to be known (fluff, angst, nsfw) LONG FIC
୨ৎ promise (fluff, angst, nsfw) LONG FIC / halloween special!
୨ৎ a million more novembers (fluff, slight nsfw) MINI FIC / anniversary special!
─ ACCIDENTS HAPPEN.
cw - dubcon-ish in the beginning bc you thought Megumi was Toji, Megumi is 19, reader is early 20s, brief toji x reader. This is meant to be silly tbh
You’re half-asleep and needy, wandering through the hallway in nothing but one of Toji’s old hoodies—baggy, worn soft, and smelling exactly like him. You know he just got home, you heard the door close, and heard the heavy footsteps heading to the couch. So naturally, like any good girlfriend, you’re crawling into his lap before your brain’s even awake.
You straddle him without thinking, mumbling something sleepy and slurred like, “Mmm, missed you…” while nuzzling your face into his neck. Your hips start shifting slowly, rubbing your puffy cunt right against the half-hard bulge that’s already tenting in his sweats since the second you sat for friction. “Need you s’bad”.
And Megumi—poor Megumi is completely frozen underneath you, wide-eyed and horrified as your bare thighs squeeze tight around his lap, locking him down in place while your warm heat presses down on his thick erection, grinding down so deliberately he can feel the outline of your pussy dragging over his cock—making him rock-hard and pretty much straining to get out of his pants and into you.
father-son tag team duo… COACH SUB ME IN RN
It was innocent—truly. You just grabbed the first oversized shirt you could find after your showered, the one draped over the back of the couch. You didn’t even check which Fushiguro it belonged to. It was soft, a little too big on you, smelled like detergent and boyish cologne. You assumed it was Toji’s, naturally.
So when you padded into the kitchen in just that shirt and a pair of panties, humming while rummaging through the fridge, you didn’t expect to hear a pause in the doorway.
Megumi’s voice came low and hesitant as if he didn’t even want to ask. “..Is that mine?”
You froze mid-reach, a yogurt cup in hand, and turned around slowly.
Megumi stood there with his brows slightly furrowed, hair messy like he’d just rolled out of bed—possibly just woke up from a nap, wearing joggers and a hoodie half-zipped. His eyes weren’t angry but he was staring. Definitely staring.
You blinked like you couldn’t fully comprehend what he said. “What?”
He motioned toward the shirt draped loosely on your frame—his shirt, now clearly recognizable from the tiny bleach stain on the sleeve.
ʚɞ Madame Chrissy's fic rec list ʚɞ
First half my personal faves of mine // second half faves from others!
Angst - 💔// Smut - 💋// - Fluff -🪽// hurt/comfort = ❤️🩹// dark/yandere🥀
ʚɞ Faves of my stories ʚɞ
Baby You're a Star - Pornstar!gojo x shy reader - 76k wc (ongoing series)💔💋🪽❤️🩹
Silent Serenades - Duke Gojo x Duchess reader - 152k (finished series) 💔💋❤️🩹
Veiled Secrets - Emperor Gojo x empress reader - 36k (ongoing series) 💔💋🪽
Pour it up - Mobster Sukuna x stripper reader - 54k (finished series) 💋🪽❤️🩹
Baby You're No Good - Cult/clan leader geto x reader (finished miniseries) 💔💋🥀
Would you come with me? - Bsf Gojo x reader- 20k (finished miniseries)💋🪽
Sex, Lies, Ugly truth - Mom's boyfriend Gojo x reader (oneshot) 💔💋❤️🩹🥀
Let me in your ocean, Swim - Bully Sukuna x reader (oneshot) 💋🪽
Daddy likes crazy girls - best friend's dad toji x reader (oneshot) 💋🥀
I want it all - Yandere choso x coworker reader (oneshot) 🥀💋
ʚɞ Faves from other blogs ʚɞ
(Everything from them is great it's hard to only pick one!)
Snapshots- childhood bfs Geto x Gojo x reader by @indiewritesxoxo (series) 💔💋🪽❤️🩹
Insatiable - Incubus/ Demon Gojo x reader by @baepsays (new series) 💋🪽❤️🩹🥀
Symptoms and Causes - Doctor Gojo x med student reader by @lostfracturess (series) 💔💋❤️🩹
Controller - (Nepo bb) CEO Sukuna x asst reader by @yenayaps (series) 💔💋❤️🩹
Love & Company - Sukuna x reader by @starmapz (oneshot) 💋❤️🩹
Lay down the Law - Lawyer Gojo x asst reader by @nanamiskentos (oneshot) 💋
A thorn between us - Emperor Gojo x reader by @gojom0jo (oneshot) 💔
Venomize - Venom Toji x reader by @screampied (oneshot) 💋
Love Island - Toji x reader by @tonycries (oneshot) 💋
Double crossed Double stuffed - Gojo x Geto x reader by @joemama-2 (oneshot) 🥀💋
Older husband! Nanami - Nanami x reader by @redrrem (headcanons) 💋
Supermodel! Satoru - gojo x reader - @alygator77 (headcanons) 💋🪽
I'm likely forgetting 20 million stories that I enjoy </3
Hidden Inventory GC: Secrets Don’t Make Friends
ᯓ✦: satoru, suguru, nanami, haibara, shoko, utahime
note: early relationship; you and suguru get caught in a secret relationship!
warnings: cursing, suggestive, crack, f!reader
I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS
AHHHHH I LOVE THESE SM GOJO IS KILLING ME
steal my girl — gojo satoru
synopsis. the time gojo and megumi decided to crash your date.
contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo roping megumi into his loser activities, timeskips, tw sappy
notes. this drabble has been rotting in my brain for over a year. finally wrote it!
“I’m going on a date.”
It only took five simple words from you to make the world’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer drop to his knees. For the first time in his life, Gojo could swear he was experiencing shortness of breath. And was it just him, or were the walls closing in?
“What?” The word leaves his mouth like a demand rather than a question. He’s trying so hard not to overreact, but your overjoyed face makes it nearly impossible not to succumb to the ugly green monster clawing at his insides.
“Well,” you push his shoulder playfully. “Don’t act so surprised. You’re not the only one that pulls.”
“Don’t I know it,” Gojo mutters under his breath, eye twitching. Don’t you know how hard he works to deter any suitors vying for your attention when the two of you are out? He’s practically a rabid dog growling at anyone who so much as breathes in your direction.
Hell, even Shoko once mentioned to him something about being a “registered pervert” at most establishments you frequent together.
Not his finest moments.
when stories include megumi, yuji, or nobara as little kids >>>
gojo satoru had experienced hell before, that one time he lined up to get his favorite manga signed by the author but kept letting people cut in front of him because he was too scared to say something and he’s just nice like that. that was until geto told him off for doing it because he ended up not getting his book signed. he’s so dumb.
but this—this was a different kind of hell. he’s sat on the couch at a house party with.. yeah, you guessed it. the squad: suguru geto, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna… a whole bunch of hotties
it’s not really a pleasant sight to see. 2 girls clinging onto sukuna, fushiguro making out with one and geto talking to a girl who is clearly interested in him..
and then there’s gojo.
sitting there awkwardly, clutching a cup in his hand while sipping on nothing.
sure, he loves his best friend suguru. he just hates how popular he is. at every function, all the girls seem to be magnetised to his mysterious and brooding aura. and gojo’s just there, i guess. he huffs at the thought. he thinks knows that he could treat a girl soooo right if they just gave him a chance!
geto excuses himself to go upstairs with the girl. satoru already knows where this is going, so he brushes it off. he then eyes the group of girls from afar giggling and whispering to each other while looking at the guys on the couch. actually.. it looks like they’re looking towards his direction.
“come on y/n! just ask him!” your friends keep nudging and shoving you towards his direction, and gojo couldn’t help but scowl.
after finally mustering up the courage to come up to him, you fiddle with your fingers before stuttering out a quiet “hi,”
gojo sighs, “if you’re here to ask for suguru’s number, i’m not interested.”
your eyes widen in confusion which makes him confused too.
“oh, uh.. i was actually going to ask for yours..?”
what.
there’s no way.
“it’s fine if you’re not interested, i’m sorry—”
“NO, NO, I AM!” he internally cringes at his response. “sorry, i just.. thought you were gonna ask about suguru.” he puts his palm out, silently asking you to give him the sharpie. you shrug and give it to him, rolling your sleeve up.
you smile after he writes down his number on your forearm, giving you back your pen. “thanks,” he nods at you. “and for the record.. i think you’re way cuter than geto.” gojo’s face heats up as you walk away, burying his face into his hoodie.
you tuck the pen into your pocket, suppressing a grin as you walk away. behind you, gojo groans, burying his face deeper into his hoodie, his muffled voice barely audible.
“way cuter than geto,” he mutters to himself, kicking at the ground. “way cuter. oh my god.”
͙͘͡★ divider by @zerowhy & @cafekitsune 🩵
nerd alert
gojo's engagement ring
owlly you deserve the world for everything you do 🙏🏼
short mma!toji and his pretty pop star girlfriend being cutesies!
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“let me see baby!” you rush in pure excitement with your skin tight leather pink dress and white gogo boots, wanting to see your man in makeup for your newest music video release,
it took a while for him to finally agree, because could you imagine having the number one world class fighter to be in his girlfriend’s girly music video? my god, the sports entertainment would probably laugh at him.
but seeing the look in your doe eyes was enough to make him fold. plus, his manager shiu and the PR team thought it would be a great idea anyway.
“he doesn’t want you to see him like this, y/n” the makeup stylist laughs as she opens the door slightly to poke her head out,
you pout at that, tip toeing to see whether or not you can catch a glimpse of him. “well that wouldn’t make sense! because we are starting in an hour! toji, can i come in?”
“i look so ridiculous, ma” he calls out with a grunt, head shaking as he eyes himself in the mirror. the fake bruises and cut lips makes him scoff. “these are so unrealistic, real battered face look way worse than this”
rolling your eyes, you thank the makeup stylist before going in. the moment you see his reflection in the mirror, a gasp flies off your mouth. seeing your boyfriend perched on the small chair, his large muscled body adorned in a black tank and dark jeans. handsome face touched with bits of makeup that makes it look like he had just gotten off a street fight.
oh dear, he look fine as hell.
he notices your stare, causing him to smirk and chuckle. “come e’re baby girl” his hand pats his meaty thigh, waiting for you to come near,
“babyyy” you giggle, practically skipping towards him before wrapping your arms around his neck from behind. “you look so so handsome” a squeal spills from your lips, before attaching them against his cheek. leaving a sheer stain of lipgloss,
his arm circles around the back, resting a hand just below her rear. “do i? i feel ridiculous. i’ve never had a makeup on before”
you nod, perching yourself on his thigh before he secures both arms around your waist. “you don’t ji-ji! you look just like a movie star already!”
he laughs at your compliment, kissing your neck. “thank you, ma”
“are you ready? the director wants us out now” you tilt your head to the side, thumb going up to remove the stain off his cheek,
he nods, running his hand through his hair. “ready as i am doll”
—
toji was in fact, not ready.
because how the hell was he supposed to act right with the cameras rolling when his girlfriend look that fucking good enough to eat?
the cups of her dress pushes her tits upwards to make them look fuller, and her plush thighs were wrapped tightly with white garters that all toji wanted to do was to pull them off with his teeth. his eyes keep falling at the sight of her pretty lips too.
was he supposed to just let it slide and still follow the script?
“toji, for the last time” the director grumbles, feeling irritated at the repeated delay because of the fighter’s mistake. “your hands should be on her face—not her ass”
he emphasizes on the last word while glaring at the man. you could only giggle seeing your boyfriend getting scolded, though you reminded him prior to be on his best behavior,
however toji is known to be a man who hates to follow simple rules,
“can you blame me?” toji’s hands squeeze your ass harder while looking at the director. “my girlfriend is hot as fuck, and you’re telling me you’re not tempted by that?”
“i wouldn’t know motherfucker, i’m gay”
toji could only snort, pulling you closer to his chest. “my bad, man i’m sorry” you reach up to kiss his jaw, and it only makes toji to yearn more of your touch,
“now—what should i do again?” he asks for the hundredth time that day,
the director rolls his eyes, but decides to answer anyway. “look into her eyes, hands on her face. she’s going to sing the lines to—toji fucking fushiguro, hands off her tits! that’s not how it’s supposed to go!”
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@spideyyeet inspired me to make this one😩🩷
toji would sooooo be in this type of couple
curse spirit geto
HAND OR MOUTH KISSSSS IM DYINGGGGG
how to baby trap marry your best friend!
best friend or baby daddy, one thing's for sure, you're not getting rid of him!
pairings: bsf!Geto x f!Reader
content: MDNI, smut and fluff and light angst, modern AU, mutual pining, heavy yearning, they want each other BAD, friends-to-lovers-to-parents, unprotected piv sex, mating press, creampie, fingering, oral (m! + f! receiving), lots of teasing and tension, taking pictures during sex, unplanned pregnancy, discussions of pregnancy/marriage, cravings, reader is a lil insecure, Suguru adores her anyway, short Gojo cameo, protective/possessive dilf!Suguru lol, idiots in love
part of this wikihow collab with @neovillains, art by @captainsalsaa divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !
Step one?
Comfort you after you dumped yet another boyfriend.
Or maybe the first step had been one he never meant to take. Falling in love with the girl who pulled on his ponytail on the playground at age five. And at twenty-five? He fell even harder at the thought of what sort of face you'd make if he pulled your hair now, if you'd throw him a glare or a laugh, maybe pout your pretty lips at him before he bent you over his kitchen counter and -
"Suguru," You giggled, glancing over your shoulder, a playful glint shimmering in your eyes as you nudged his side. "Are you actually drunk?"
On you, maybe.
"No," He murmured, a cold hand finding your hip, an excuse, really, to pull you closer, press your body between his and the marble edge of the countertop as he reached over your head to grab the bowls he started keeping on the top shelf so you'd need his help grabbing them.
He caught the way your breath hitched in your throat, spine going stiff for a second, before relaxing into him like it was second nature by now, your head tilting to twist back against his chest and look up at him.
"You don't seem very heartbroken to me," He dryly commented, to which you just made a noncommittal hm, blinking a few times.
"I'm fine."
"Yeah?" He murmured, a little lost in your proximity, how right it felt for your back to be against his chest. "If he lost you, he must be a fucking idiot."
"Oh?" You giggled. "You know, he actually said we were in love with each other?"
"And? Are you in love with me?" Suguru teased, setting the bowls down to cage you in closer, his hand cutting off your chance at wiggling away when it landed on the counter, the fingers on your hips gripping a little tighter, wrinkling your dress.
Wishful thinking or not, he could almost feel the heat in your cheeks from here, your eyes crinkling when you just shrugged.
"What movie do you wanna watch?" You hummed, eyes flickering from his down to his lips, like you wanted to watch him reply, or maybe, hopefully, something more.
The game of pulling each other in just to push each other away at the last second still in swing after two decades.
"Whatever you want," Suguru shrugged back, the steady pop pop pops! of the kernels on the stove filling the background, the half-empty bottle of wine waiting to be polished off perched between two glasses. Yours was nearly full, but there were only a few drops left in his, despite drinking being your idea.
Showing up at his door on a Saturday night, gift bag in hand with tissue paper sticking out, wearing your favorite little sundress, cardigan hanging off your shoulders when you grinned up at him and asked if you could crash for a couple days.
"Boo," You did pout, and he hoped your proximity to his heart didn't mean you could hear it actually skipping a beat. "What if I want you to pick?"
He wished you only wanted him, period.
You stared sometimes and he could feel it there, simmering underneath your smile and living in the lines on your face. But you were always dating some other dark-haired asshole or he'd find himself in someone else's bed (who always looked a little too much like you, sharing the same shade of hair or the shape of your eyes). Living off of lingering touches and secret jokes and the moments where the boundaries blurred, where you'd be snuggled against his side or a kiss on the cheek would stray closer to the corner of your mouth instead.
Both of you waiting for the day the other one accepted defeat, conceded victory and came clean about the festering feelings you shared.
"Fine," He sighed, moving the pot to a different burner, flicking the heat off before taking off the lid, having to smack your hand away before you could snag a still-hot piece from the top before he could add any popcorn salt. "Just go sit down before you manage to burn yourself, okay?"
You rolled your eyes, poking his side before pouring more wine in his glass, carrying both over to the coffee table, too distracted watching him to pay attention to where you were walking, the corner catching your leg and sending you stumbling.
He would laugh at you later.
But now?
He was dropping the bowl back to the counter, hurrying over to help you up, your dress soaked and stained, clinging to your body, broken shards of glass littering the wooden floor.
"Shit, Sugu, I'm sorry," You frowned, chewing on your bottom lip as you pinched the sticky fabric away from your chest. But he caught the little glint in your eyes, the way one corner of your mouth involuntarily tugged up, like maybe you'd done it on purpose.
"Careful," He sighed, grabbing you by the waist to move you away from the safety hazard just to take your wrist anyway after he set you back down, pulling you down the hall to his room. "I'll throw that in the wash. You can just wear one of my shirts."
Sure, you already had a drawer full of your clothes at his place. But you both knew you'd rather wear something of his anyway.
"You're not mad, are you?" You asked, your face still scrunched up in disappointment when he pushed open the bedroom door.
"When have I ever been mad at you?"
He wanted to be, sometimes. When you introduced him to a new guy who would check out other girls when he should be thanking the fucking stars you even looked at him. When he thought about the time you got a little too wasted on your birthday a few years ago and kissed him in the backseat of a taxi just to forget the next morning. But it the hurt could never hold it's shape, the anger could never set in, not when the need for you had engraved itself in his bones, to see you smile and hear your laugh at his jokes. No matter how much it ached to watch you offer yourself to others who didn't even see you.
Suguru went to grab a t-shirt off a hanger, glancing over his shoulder at you to find - fuck.
You already stripped out of your dress, perched pretty on the edge of his bed and staring at him almost innocently, your head tilted to the side as if to ask 'what?'
i love the bff’s to lovers trope sm it has me giddy everytime
LOVE & OTHER VARIABLES — SATORU GOJO
pairing — tutor!satoru gojo x cheerleader!reader
summary — you're the star cheerleader who can't solve an equation to save your life. he's the brilliant physics student who can't figure out how to talk to girls. but when he becomes your last hope to save your failing math grade, you discover there's more to him than theorems and thick glasses. between tutoring and cheerleading, you find yourself falling for the nerd who gets flustered at a simple hello but kisses like he's studied the subject for years. turns out love might be the most complex variable either of you has ever tried to solve.
word count — 9.2 k
genre/tags — college AU, friends to lovers, opposites attract, tutor/student, nerd/cheerleader, academic setting, slow burn, protective!satoru, implied virgin!satoru, mutual pining, sweet fluff, idiots in love
warnings — 18+ ONLY. contains explicit sexual content, mentions of unwanted advances/harassment from a side character
author's note — hey lovelies ! surprise early valentine's day gift, because what's better than falling for your adorably genius tutor? grab your headphones, play "so high school" by taylor swift, and enjoy this story of sweet pining and study room makeouts. sending love to everyone spending their evenings with textbooks and studying. may your grades be high and your tutors be hot <3
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Satoru Gojo dealt in hard numbers, precise calculations and proven theorems. He could solve complex differential equations in his sleep and had memorized pi to a hundred digits just for fun. But there was one variable he could never quite figure out,
You.
You were everything he wasn't — popular, athletic, the kind of person who lit up a room just by existing. As captain of the college cheer squad, you moved through campus like you owned it, laughter and admiring glances followed you like a natural.
Satoru, on the other hand, preferred the quiet of the physics lab, the hushed rustle of pages in the library stacks. Quantum mechanics made more sense to him than the messy equations of human interaction.
So when Professor Nanami assigned him to be your maths tutor, Satoru thought it must be a glitch in the Matrix, a logical impossibility. You needed to maintain your GPA to stay on the squad, and apparently, he was the department's best shot at making that happen.
You recognized him the moment you walked into the study room — that quiet guy from your math class who always sat in the back, the one who seemed to solve complex equations like they were simple addition. You'd seen him around, of course, but you'd never really paid attention before. He was just... there. Part of the academic backdrop of college life, like migraines and coffee stains.
But now, as he looked up from his meticulously organized notes, something shifted. Maybe it was the way the afternoon light caught his white hair, or how his round glasses couldn't quite hide the startling blue of his eyes. Had they always been that blue? And when he spoke, his voice was deeper than you expected, rich and warm like honey.
"Uh, hi," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I'm Satoru. Nanami-sensei said you needed a tutor. Maths, right?"
nerdjo is so adorable
tattoartist!suguru losing nonchalance when reader flirts with him?
im down bad for him holy hell
Oh, he's falling to pieces, got it bad for the girl he just met 'n he's gonna make a drunk little bet — y'think he's crazy enough to get your name tattooed on him? Or crazy enough to ink his name into your skin?
ㅤ★ wc; ~3k
ㅤ★ note; continuation of tattoo artist Suguru Geto!
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ㅤ★ warnings; sum alcohol/drunkenness
“So, was she joking, or am I your type?” Suguru asks, black eyes staring right into your soul.
“Mm, well…” you hum, giving his form a look-over – god, if only you could feel how hard his heart’s beating when you do this. “Maybe.” You reply teasingly.
“Aw, just ‘maybe’?” he groans, now leaning his hip against the edge of the display case that housed the studs and gauge earrings.
“Yeah, just ‘maybe’ – I’m teasing. No, she wasn’t joking; I’ve always had a thing for the black hair, black nails, bad boy look…”
“The ‘bad boy’ look…?” he questions, recalling what your friend had said earlier about bad boys being just your type.
“Yeah, the ‘bad boy’ look.” You giggle.
His heart beats even harder, muttering a naughty little “Well, lucky me.”
“Nah, not so fast – I’m a smart woman.” You warn.
“Oh, are you?” he clicks his tongue in defeat, “Damn, would you believe that my type is smart women? No, no I’m serious… I’ve got a thing for smart women.”
Your cheeks grow hot, the heat spreading to your ears.
“I can assure you that the ‘bad boy’ look is just an aesthetic; I’m really an artsy dork making a living off doodling on people’s bodies.” He shrugs.
“Hm… maybe, maybe not.”
You rub your lips together. He briefly licks his bottom lip. You look him up and down. He looks you up and down. Body language open and alive with attraction, the both of you stand in this air of electric tension that Shoko spies from the other end of the room.
She watches as the two of you giggle like little flirts, observing how totally absorbed the two of you are in each other’s company. When you catch her eye, Shoko gives you a wink and points at her wrist, mouthing “five more” – fair enough, the two of you have promised to get pizza.
Pizza first, boys later, right?
Five minutes more go by – adding to the total of four hours spent at the tattoo & piercing parlor. But despite her discomfort and need for a change of scenery, Shoko decides to linger around just a little longer so that the two of you can indulge in each other just a little more.
But now you're getting nervous – Suguru has you breathless, holding you in a battle of who can flirt harder? which you're starting to lose.
IM A SUCKER FOR SUGURU FLIRTINGGGG AHHHHHH
loser boyfriend!nanami who decides to take you, his gorgeous girlfriend and soon-to-be wife, on a date to a fancy restaurant for your anniversary. he ensures that he leaves work as soon as the hour hand on his watch hits 6. maybe he'll even leave the office a minute early.
loser boyfriend!nanami who combs his hair back with his fingers and tightly fastens his tie for the umpteenth time before knocking on your door. shakily wiping his sweaty palms against the sides of his slacks, he reveals a large bouquet of flowers when you open the door.
loser boyfriend!nanami who can barely keep his cock from straining in his pants when he sees the tight dress you're wearing for the date. he subtly adjusts the front of his pants, the tips of his ears flushing a bit as he speaks, "you look beautiful, sweetheart."
loser boyfriend!nanami who tries to ignore the feeling of his length twitching when you stand on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck, breath warm against his cheek and your deliciously sweet perfume weighing heavily on him.
loser boyfriend!nanami who can't help the way his gaze lingers on you as he drives to the restaurant, not without noticing the way your own dart towards his obvious bulge.
loser boyfriend!nanami who guides you inside with a hand on your lower back like a gentleman, pulling your chair out for you and pushing it closer to the table before taking a seat across from you. he watches your glossy lips form a small smile, pretty eyes reflecting the light above your heads. how did he get so lucky?
loser boyfriend!nanami who only just realizes how impossibly hard he is when he feels a foot nudge his thighs further apart. his slightly narrowed eyes flicker down to your lips, where the smile once was, a faint smirk now adorning them.
loser boyfriend!nanami who sends you a glance when you continue trailing your foot up his inner thigh in a torturously slow manner. but, of course, he knows better than anyone else what you're asking for. he should've guessed with the way you stared at him earlier.
loser boyfriend!nanami who holds in a groan when your ass brushes against his bulge as he helps you out of your chair. sucking in a sharp breath, he holds your hips and pulls you taught against his chest for a moment.
loser boyfriend!nanami who finds himself giving into your sickly sweet pleas and takes you to the bathroom because he can't ever say no to you. you really do have him wrapped around your finger and eating out the palm of your hand.
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