Nari 🎀

i like beabadoobee

[twilightxprincesss]

Intro/What I Write For

hi! my name is nari :)

i realized i’ve never done a formal introduction post on this account (well this is my first post so…), so here it is!

i lovelovelove anime, cats, and listening to music

i’m wasian (korean american)

i’m still pretty new to writing fics, but i love reading them!

i’m in a TON of different fandoms (like so many…it’s insane), so i will be writing for a bunch of them.

main fandoms i’ll be writing for: mha, haikyuu, kny, jjk

(feel free to send requests for other fandoms or characters tho! i’m open as long as im comfortable with it ^^)

(also…in case anyone was wondering yes my username is a zelda reference haha)

a lot of my fics will be titled after song names! if you request a fic id love if you included a song you felt fit the vibe <3

possible grammar mistakes in my writing will be inevitable; i’m only human! so please be patient with me :)

posts will mainly be little one shots and primarily x reader fics! if that’s not your thing there’s plenty of other blogs for you out there, so scroll past mine LOL

my blog is both sfw and nsfw! nsfw is marked as such in my masterlist (and i always state that it is in the beginning of the fic!)

masterlist

[tbhsully]

Zuko having ONE kid is simply not believable. I’d literally be the Rihanna to his Asap

[twilightxprincesss]

we’d create our own fire nation

[kombuchaaaaa]

[girlmeetsworld2005]

I just know he whimpers

[twilightxprincesss]

amen

[twilightxprincesss]

mark grayson i need that invincidih rn

[splodencible]

yuck

mark grayson x f!reader

wc: 2280 // cw: suggestive, alcohol, puking

a/n: kinda a songfic, or just heavily inspired, with a few lyrics sprinkled here and there. this song has been stuck in my head for the last few days and it ended with me writing this! because of course mark is all lovey-dovey and makes you feel SICK with his love lol.

also YAY finally my *first* Mark fic!!! (and yes it's brat green and yes i know those are two different albums thank you very much)

and a big big thank you to @cheeyan and @queen-of-gotham for helping me out with this cute little thing!

The coffee maker drips slowly into the pitcher, filling your tiny kitchen with the smell of freshly brewed magical morning drink. You're at the table, face resting heavily in your hand, eyelids still thick with sleep, your cereal already soggy as you swirl the spoon lazily in the bowl.

You should eat, but you can't—not with the terrible tummy ache you've been having the last couple of weeks. And you shouldn't feel this way, no. It's not your cycle, too old leftovers or any virus, it's even worse—it's… love.

You cringe and frown at the word, all neon and pink in your mind, hearts and rose petals falling down like some stupid confetti at a child's birthday party. To make matters worse, your phone buzzes once, twice, twirling on the table. Then it lights up again and again. Your stomach tightens even more, threatening a projectile vomit.

Whatever is left of your breakfast lands in the drain along with the cold coffee that didn't cut it like it usually does. You don't check your phone, you don't have to. You know who is blowing up your DMs, it's always the same person. The one you always watched from afar, wondering when he'll bloom, turning from a dorky, shy boy into a testosterone oozing, wall of muscle man.

Mark Grayson.

Your patience paid off—the day you saw the change in his demeanor, you wasted no time and walked up to him on the campus, your hips swaying side to side a little bit more than usual, knowing it was your chance to get lucky.

"Hi there!" You chirped, giving him your best smile, sitting closer than necessary on the bench. "Mark, right?"

"Oh! Yeah, it's me. Hi—" he stuttered at your name, eyes darting everywhere but your face. He still needed some care to open his petals up, so you did what any flower needed—showered him with compliments.

"You've been working out, huh? You look big and strong." Your head tilted to the side, gentle fingers ran along the line of his bicep. Mark gulped, words stuck in his throat, red painting his high cheekbones. You did everything in your power not to giggle, otherwise you'd scare the boy away.

"By the way," you continued after some buzzing silence, "I saw you did really good on the last essay with Mr. Brown. What's your secret?"

"I, uh, don't know—just did some research at the library…" The black-haired boy chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Terrible non-answer, but it didn't discourage you. You leaned in, resting your forearm on his shoulder, your other hand landing on his thigh, definitely higher than acceptable. Mark tensed at the boldness of your touch

"How 'bout a study date?" Your tone was casual, the question innocent on the surface. But you knew it was far from that, and Mark must had known too, when his whole face went scarlet red, blush creeping down his neck. "You could show me your sources."

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" He finally locked eyes with yours, and there it was, that glimmer of awkwardness and hope. "I mean—of course. When do you—"

"Tomorrow at 6, my place?" You cut in, your body buzzing with excitement. "I live nearby campus."

Next day couldn't come faster, hours dragged torturously slowly. But when Mark finally showed up, 5 minutes before the set time, you both lasted maybe half an hour before ending up on your bed, legs and tongues tangled.

To your dissatisfaction, that was all that happened that night. But you knew he was inexperienced, and needed to be courted a little more. And so the whole dance begun, you chasing that closeness, yet trying to remain respectful; and Mark… Mark was courting you as well. Maybe even too much.

Meeting in public places—cafes, local cinema, dorm parties. Whenever things got a little heated, it was short and sweet, like he was stopping himself. Which, you really didn't have that issue before. Any guy you ever seduced, was more than happy to get naked in a matter of minutes. But not Mark. Mark was sending you flowers with little notes, each making you double-guess your own feelings for him.

You were just trying to get into his pants.

So you endured endless calls and texts, long walks, cuddling without going further. When one afternoon, he called and said he wanted to do something special tonight, you almost screamed into the phone. Whole time getting ready, your lower parts were buzzing, heat pooling between your legs, pressure building up and ready to snap any moment.

At the restaurant, he took your coat without being asked. It shouldn't mean anything, yet that weird feeling in your stomach came back. It started some time ago, and you were ignoring it as much as possible. But tonight was different.

The conversation flowed easily, alcohol going straight to your head, and you were drunk, not on the wine, but on him. Whenever he laid his brown eyes on you, you felt lightheaded, and you hated it. Every time you laughed, he did that puppy face that you should despise, yet it makes your heart skip a beat.

The night was beautiful, sky clear and full of stars. Candlelight swayed gently with the evening wind, laughter slowly dying down, until it was quiet. And there it was again, that warm gaze in his eyes, his hand close to yours, but not touching.

So it took you by surprise, when he lifted it and brushed your hair to the side.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" Mark murmured, his thumb swiping your cheek.

Oh God, here it was again, that cramping in your stomach, threatening to go up your throat. But it was a false alarm, as the only thing that rushed up to your head was your blood, your cheeks burning at his words.

You took one deep breath in, then another, trying and failing to calm down. Somehow, you were now the one who couldn't peep a word. So you did what you do best—crashed your lips with his, hoping he'd finally get the memo.

A little less than an hour later, you two were at your place again. Thankfully, Mark's chivalry was gone the second the doors closed behind him. He was at you so fast it seemed impossible, but you blamed the alcohol for your fucked up perception.

"I was waiting for this moment," Mark mumbled in between kisses down your neck. Was he now? You wanted to reply something snarky, but only soft gasps spilled out your mouth.

"God, you're s'beautiful, s'perfect…"

This time there was no warning. You pushed Mark away and ran to the bathroom, mere seconds away from retching all over the floor. Shame coursed your veins along with alcohol, and in a blink of an eye, there was a large, warm hand gathering your hair, the other smoothing down your bare back.

"God, why y'do this t'me?" You rasped in between salves of vomiting, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand instead of the tissue your date was holding out for you.

When you were done emptying your stomach, he already had an aspirin and a glass of water ready. You mumbled something about needing a shower, but you could barely sit, let alone stand. So a few minutes later, Mark was undressing you with the utmost care, hands gentle on your limp body, lights dimmed in order to keep up appearances of modesty.

You never were shy about nudity, but this felt different, and you were feeling bashful, covering yourself and blushing, asking him not to look. And he didn't. Instead, to make things even, he undressed himself as well and got into the shower with you, holding you in his strong arms.

The rest is a blur—Mark taking your make up off with a cloth, washing your hair with the perfect pressure, gliding wash gel over your skin in slow, circular motion. You didn't realize how you get into your bed in your softest pajamas, Mark's chest flush with your back.

He stayed over despite your stubborn pleas for him to leave, but he didn't listen. Sun was starting to rise when he whispered apologies and sweet goodbyes into your ear, leaving you alone at last. With an aching emptiness of the spot where he held you, without his weight dipping the mattress behind you.

And that's how you ended up here, ashamed and hangover in your kitchen with your phone blowing up. It's been only a few hours since Mark has left your place, and he was already marking his presence without your permission.

When Mark calls you again, you put your phone on silent and decide go outside. Some fresh air will do you good. Otherwise, you're a lost cause.

Only a few steps outside your apartment building, there he is, pacing in circles, mumbling something under his nose. You want to turn on your heel and run, but Mark notices you and is by your side before you can flee.

"Hi, I'm so, so sorry I left you alone in this state—" he stops, his face goes white, and starts stuttering again, which is something you unfortunately came to adore, "—I mean—how are you feeling? Do you need anything? I can—"

"Mark." You try to remain calm, your tone sharp and measured as much as possible when feeling like you were thrown into a blender.

"Yes?" His shoulders rise up to his ears, his eyes flicking from your face to your outfit—oversize hoodie thrown over your pajamas and… slippers. You couldn't bother changing.

With a loud sigh, you cross your arms over your chest and take a good look at him. Unlike you, he's unscathed by the night, smelling like fresh laundry and that cologne you suggested he buys.

"Why are you here, exactly?"

"You weren't answering my texts and calls, so I got worried, and—" Mark stops mid-sentence again, mouth open, realization dawning behind those beautiful—No. Just brown eyes. "Shit. I see it now." His gaze drops to the ground, his hand finding its usual place on the back of his neck. Another quirk you hate to love.

"See what?" You ask after a few beats pass in awkward silence.

He gestures vaguely, but you only raise a brow. So he lets out a defeated exhale, his shoulders sagging low. "How it looks. That it might seem… controlling. Which—I'm not. Controlling you. I just… I care about you."

And when he looks at you again, it hits you. That concerning feeling in your tummy that has nothing to do with the amounts of alcohol you drank yesterday. Warmth seeping from his dark chocolate eyes almost burns you.

"Like, a lot," he adds, quieter now.

You speak before you can stop yourself, building up your walls high enough he'd never be able to jump over them.

"Then stop."

"…Excuse me?"

"Stop going all lovey-dovey on me!" You raise your voice, ignoring the ringing in your ears, the blood traveling to your head. "You put me on a pedestal, and I don't deserve it. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, and now—" This time, you bite your tongue in time, just second away before slipping into something you won't be able to take back.

Mark comes up closer, and you don't move, don't flinch away when he wraps his hand around your arm, touch soothing and electrifying all at once.

"Now what?" He asks, voice warm and no hint of sarcasm there. Not like he ever was sarcastic.

"It's all… Serious!" You almost cry, pushing his hand away. "And I'm not supposed to feel this way! You don't understand—it makes me such a hypocrite!"

But Mark is not the one to give up easily. He steps forward again, even closer than before, and takes your face into his strong, warm hands and smiles at you like you hung the moon.

"Why?"

Your mouth opens, then closes, throat thick with words that threaten to spill. And when Mark rests his forehead on yours, and whispers, "Tell me," you crack open.

"Because I care too! And I wasn't supposed to! I never care!"

There it is. The dreaded silence. You've spilled your guts in more ways than one over the last 12 hours. The truth lies heavy between Mark's grounding presence and your unruly heart doing back-flips in your chest.

"You care about me?" The boy murmurs, his thumbs caressing your temples with gentleness that you certainly do not deserve.

"Yes, Mark! God damn it, quit looking at me all sucky!" You try to push him away, but he doesn't budge, as if he was made of stone and weighed a tonne. "You're supposed to be furious with me!"

"I can't. Not when you're all red like a tomato," Mark chuckles, bringing you even closer, your chests fitting against each other like missing puzzle pieces. "And when you just admitted your feelings for me."

"I—I didn't—Fuck."

You let your shoulders drop, body go limp against his.

"C'mere." Mark wraps his arms around you and lift you bridal style, like if you weigh nothing. "Let's get you back home and watch your comfort movie, together."

Your arms curl around his neck, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, letting yourself for once, without any remorse, get high on his incredible smell.

"…but only if we order some greasy take out," you mumble, your cheek squished on his shoulder.

Mark chuckles and plants a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

"Anything for my girl."

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[twilightxprincesss]

lovelovelove this song + pretty boy mark

[toruuholic]

emo bf!choso taking care of his sleepy girl ᶻ𝗓 𐰁

゛⸝⸝ ⋆ req ; fluff , suggestive , lots of kissies

the dorm hallway is quiet except for the muffled thump of bass from someone’s room down the hall. choso pushes the door open with his shoulder, the beginnings of the rain outside still clinging to the shoulders of his black hoodie, earbuds dangling around his neck. his hair is damp from the drops melting into the dark strands, and he smells faintly like cold air and the smoke that lingers around the skatepark he was just at.

he expects the room to be empty when he clicks the light on.

instead he finds you sprawled across his bed.

you’re still in your party outfit, a tiny shiny dress riding up your thighs, makeup a little smudged from dancing and laughing and probably one too many fruity drinks with your friends. one arm is flung over your head, the other curled against your chest, lips parted in soft, even breaths. the position couldn’t have been very comfortable, since every few breaths you left out a small snore. your shoes are kicked off haphazardly by the door— well, shoe. one brave heel still dangles from one foot.

choso stands there for a second, keys still in his hand, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always does when he sees you like this: soft and trusting and completely at home in his space.

snapping out of his daze, he turns the light off again and sets his bag and skateboard down quietly before toeing off his boots. the room is warm, heater humming low, and the fairy lights you strung up last month still on, casting a gentle glow over the many posters pasted on his wall, including a collection of photobooth pictures of you two he keeps on the wall in front of his desk.

“baby…” he whispers, even though you’re clearly out cold.

he shrugs off his hoodie, leaving him in a plain black tee that hugs his shoulders, then pads over to the bed. you don’t stir when he sits on the edge, the mattress dipping under his weight. he brushes a strand of hair off your forehead, thumb lingering on your temple.

you make a tiny sleepy sound and turn your face into his palm like a kitten. his chest tightens with the sudden urge to squeeze your cheeks, but decides against it to avoid waking you.

he knows you had a girls’ night. you texted him blurry selfies earlier, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling, promising you’d come straight here after because his bed is comfier and smells like him. he didn’t expect you to pass out quite this hard, but he’s not complaining.

in need of some light to see what he’s doing, he turns on the lamp on his nightstand. dim enough to grant him some vision without lighting up the entire room and potentially disturbing you. carefully, so carefully, he slides his hands under your back and lifts you just enough to work the zipper of your dress down.

the fabric whispers as he peels it off your shoulders, revealing soft skin and the lacy edges of your bra. he doesn’t linger nor let his eyes wander too much even though his cheeks heat up.

he grabs one of the silly graphic tees from the drawer, the one he knows is your favorite because you bought it as a gag gift but ended up stealing it at least once a week. it’s soft from so many washes, the collar a little stretched.

“alright, pretty girl,” he murmurs under his breath, just in case you were listening from somewhere in dreamland. “let’s get you comfy.”

you’re still completely asleep, but your body listens to him like it knows exactly who’s taking care of you. when he gently lifts your arms, they raise without resistance. when he tugs the dress down your hips, your legs shift helpfully, knees bending just enough for him to slide the fabric off. he slips his shirt over your head, guiding your arms through the sleeves one at a time. the hem falls to mid-thigh on you, swallowing you up.

he smooths it down with reverent hands, making sure it covers you properly.

then he figures he should take care of your makeup too.

he knows exactly where you keep the little pack of makeup wipes in his nightstand drawer, right beside the spare hair ties and the lychee lip balm you always forget. he pulls one out and unfolds it slowly, the wipes oddly cool to the touch.

choso kneels beside the bed so he’s at eye level, and starts with your eyes, dabbing so gently there’s barely pressure at all. the liner and sparkly shadow come away in soft streaks. you scrunch your nose once, a tiny sleepy protest, but then relax again, lips parting on a sigh.

“shhh, keep sleepin’,” he whispers, voice barely there. “just cleaning you up so you don’t wake up and complain about more breakouts tomorrow.”

he wipes your cheeks next, the blush you apply very generously melting away with a few passes of the cleanser. then your forehead, your chin, the corners of your mouth where lipstick has bled a little from all the drinks and laughter. every stroke is slow and loving, like he’s memorizing the shape of your face all over again. if you were to wake up, you may have laughed at how cautiously he’s doing it, holding the wipes a little awkwardly with just his fingertips.

but you stay perfectly compliant the whole time. when he tilts your head gently to get the other side, you nuzzle into his hand. when he lifts your chin to clean under your jaw, your neck arches trustingly. it makes something protective and achingly soft bloom in his chest all over again.

he folds the wipe and uses a fresh one for a last once-over, ending with your lips, brushing away the last of the color until they look soft and bare and kissable. he can’t resist pressing the lightest kiss to your forehead when he’s done.

you hum happily in your sleep and choso smiles, small and private, the kind he only lets out when no one’s watching.

he pulls the blanket up over you, tucking it around your shoulders, then stands. figuring he should at least get the lingering rain off him, he decides to take a quick shower. a record breaking 5 minutes later, he’s back out in sweatpants and a loose clean shirt and youre still knocked out.

he turns off the lamp with a fond smile, leaving only the fairy lights glowing soft pink and gold, and climbs into bed behind you, careful not to jostle too much. you immediately gravitate toward his warmth, scooting back until your back is pressed to his chest, fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

he wraps one arm around your waist, hand splaying over your tummy under his shirt, thumb stroking lazy circles. his face buries in your hair, breathing you in: the sweetest perfume, a hint of fruity cocktail, and underneath it all, just you.

“missed you tonight,” he murmurs against the back of your neck, even though you can’t hear him. “but i’m glad you had fun.”

the snow taps softly against the window, a steady rhythm that lulls him deeper into calm. he listens to your even breathing, feels the rise and fall of your chest under his palm, and lets himself drift.

morning comes slow and golden, weak april sunlight filtering through the blinds in pale stripes. choso wakes first, as usual, blinking awake to the feeling of you still curled against him. you’ve turned towards him at some point and his shirt has ridden up a little during the night, exposing a strip of soft skin at your waist. your hair is adorably mussed, face relaxed and bare from last night’s careful cleaning.

he stays still for a long moment, just watching you. the way your lashes rest against your cheeks. the tiny pout of your lips. how completely at peace you look in his bed. he considers reaching for his phone to take a quick picture.

then you stir.

a soft little stretch, a sleepy hum, and your eyes flutter open. they find his immediately, hazy and warm.

“morning…” you mumble, voice all raspy and cute.

“morning, party girl,” he answers with a chuckle, voice low and fond. he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips, slow and sweet.

you sigh into it, hand coming up to fiddle with the neckline of his shirt.

“how’d i get in this?” you ask, glancing down at the familiar black fabric with a sleepy smile.

“you were out cold when i got back,” he says, brushing hair behind your ear, hand resting against your cheek after. “didn’t want you sleeping in that dress, so i changed you nice and careful. wiped your makeup off too. you stayed so good for me even asleep..”

your cheeks go warm against his palm, eyes all sparkly like they hold the universe. “you did all that?”

he hums, thumb tracing your jaw. “duh. couldn’t let my girl wake up uncomfortable.”

you make the cutest little sound and bury your face in his neck, pressing sleepy kisses there.

“love you so much, cho. thank you.”

he wraps both arms around you, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. his leg slots between yours naturally, but there’s no urgency yet. just closeness. warmth. the quiet intimacy of the morning after a night he took care of you without you even knowing.

“love you more,” he murmurs into your hair. “how’s your head? any headache from the drinks?”

you shake your head, nuzzling deeper. “barely. you’re the best medicine.”

“cornball,” he grimaces, but he’s not very good at pretending he isn’t absolutely charmed by anything you say or do, so a chuckle follows, the sound rumbling through his chest. his hand slips under the hem of the shirt again, palm flat against your back, stroking up and down in long, soothing lines.

the two of you stay like that for a while, trading lazy kisses and quiet words. he tells you about the band practice he had last night, how the new song is coming together, then how he landed that new trick in his skateboard he’s been practicing. you tell him snippets of your night: the silly dances, the lack of satisfying food.

every once in a while he kisses you deeper, tongue brushing yours slow and sweet, but he keeps it gentle, too tired and lazy to do anything more right now. his hands wander under the shirt, mapping warm skin, but they never push.

when the kisses start to linger a little longer, when your fingers tighten in his hair and your hips shift against his thigh with a tiny, needy sound, he pulls back just enough to look at you.

eyes dark, but still so soft.

“we’ve got all day,” he whispers, voice a little rougher now. “no rush, yeah? let me take care of you properly this morning too.”

you nod, smiling all shy and happy, and pull him back down for another kiss.

wish i had a free bag of chiiipsuhhh gimme that boy pls

i hope this satisfied ur request anonnieee >_<

this is a req but also a tiny bit self indulgent bc i did fall asleep with my makeup on the other day and it did get all over my pillow rip my fire lip combo

[twilightxprincesss]

ugh sleepy reader is so real i luv choso <3

[bugtoucher420]

"I asked ChatGPT--" Okay well I asked this gossip stone and it told me that the treasure you can earn in the Gerudo Training Ground is not as great as you would expect given the difficulty

[twilightxprincesss]

made the gojo twins in the tomodachi life demo and they’re both in love with me #lifeisworthliving

[torucider]

guitarist choso fanart 🫶

[twilightxprincesss]

Keep On

(Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader)

“And you just keep on takin' me back. And I don't know why you do. 'Cause I'm no good to you…”

Friends with benefits. That was the best label to describe your relationship (if you could even call it that…) with Satoru Gojo. It was always on again off again with the two of you, but for some reason neither of you could stay away from each other. He would mess up, you’d fight, wouldn’t talk for a few weeks, and then he’d call late at night and you would take him back. You knew this relationship wasn’t good for either of you…but you just keep on taking him back.

warnings/notes: fem/afab reader! gojo fucked up but he redeems himself (trust). sort of angst? they argue but then they make up. pre-jjk0 timeline. eventual smut!! (submissive gojo???)

You swore to yourself this was the end to your “relationship” with Gojo. It had been weeks since your huge argument with him, and he hadn’t reached out once. Normally a week, two at most, would pass and then he would call you, apologize, you’d hook up, and then things would go back to normal.

Not this time though. You were sick of it. You never seemed to know where you stood with him. The two of you have been friends since highschool, and you’ve been hooking up since you were 18. Now you were both in your mid twenties. Too much time has passed for you to continue pretending you were satisfied with the uncertainty you both held for each other. You wanted commitment, and you knew deep down Gojo wouldn’t be the one to provide that for you.

So, when you exchanged those bitter words with each other three weeks ago, you knew it was over. He could disappear off the face of the earth and you wouldn’t even bat an eye.

…That’s what you told yourself at least.

So, why did your mind still wander to thoughts of him during late hours of the night? Why hadn’t you at least tried to find someone else? It wasn’t like either of you were completely loyal before this…so why now were you choosing to be celibate? Gojo hadn’t even given you so much as a text to prove he was still alive, or hell, even apologize!

These thoughts plagued your mind even now, weeks later. You were lying in your bed staring up at the ceiling. It was nearly one in the morning and you still hadn’t fallen asleep.

Shoko told you that Gojo had taken a particularly dangerous mission right after your argument, and nobody has heard from him since. It was almost like your wish for him to disappear really had come true…

You didn’t want that.

A sigh escaped your lips as you sat up in bed, running your hand through your hair in frustration. Even though you were mad at him, he was still your friend at the end of the day. Being worried about him was natural especially in this case.

Just as your hand reached for your phone on the nightstand it lit up and started buzzing. You squinted at the sudden light before picking your phone up.

Your heart jolted upon reading the caller id.

Gojo.

You cursed yourself internally at how fast your thumb almost pressed the answer call button. However, you had a shred of self respect and you didn’t answer yet.

He hadn’t reached out for weeks, and now he’s doing it?? At one in the morning? No. You weren’t going to answer. If he really needed to talk to you he’d call again.

Still, it took every ounce of your self control to let your phone ring out like that. You bit your lip as you watched the screen fade to black.

A minute passed…two…three.

You scoffed bitterly. Of course he wasn’t actually calling you for something important—

The phone rang again.

It was him. Again.

This time you answered.

“Do you know what time it is?” You asked, internally cursing yourself as soon as the words left your lips. Seriously? That’s the first sentence you say to him after nearly a month of not speaking???

Gojo chuckled on the other side. Your ears didn’t miss the hint of tiredness in his usually bright laughter. He sounded worn out. But then again, it was one in the morning.

“Aw…No I missed you for me?” He asked, his voice low and teasing just like you remembered. You hated the way it immediately garnered a reaction deep inside you.

“You don’t deserve anything nice from me. Where the fuck have you been?” You asked, your voice sharp. Still, you couldn’t hide the concern in your tone.

You could hear Gojo sigh. He really did sound tired.

“…Look, it doesn’t matter where i’ve been I just…fuck— I need to see you right now. Please.” His voice sounded genuine, and you had to literally force yourself not to cave immediately.

“No.” You answered bluntly, surprising yourself and no doubt him as well.

“No??” He scoffed in disbelief.

“Baby—“ He attempted to plead before you cut him off.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. You fucking disappear for three weeks after we argue, you go no contact— i wasn’t even sure you were alive, Satoru— and now you wanna try and waltz back into my life?! Are you serious??” Your voice raises as you grow more and more frustrated with him.

There’s silence on the line for a few seconds after you yell at him. Your heartbeat is racing from the sheer amount of emotion you’re feeling right now.

You can hear Gojo sigh again, but there’s an unmistakable shake in that breath.

“I…I know. I know i messed up, and I understand what you’re saying. I just…” He pauses, and your eyebrows furrow at the sound you hear. A sniffle. Is he…?

“Please, please just let me see you. I know we have our problems, and I know I keep fucking things up, but I can’t stand being apart from you. So please…just open the door.”

The way he’s begging is making you— Wait.

Open the door????

“I swear to God if you’re standing outside my door right now…” You said, your jaw clenching.

“…Surprise?” Gojo chuckles sheepishly. If you weren’t already beyond frustrated with him before, you definitely would’ve reached your limit just now.

Still…at least he hadn’t just teleported himself inside your apartment. But that didn’t change the fact that he was still outside your damn door at an ungodly hour of the night.

Before he could piss you off any more you hung up the phone. You ran a hand through your hair again, clenching your jaw in annoyance before you sighed out.

He was your only weakness…and when he begged so nicely you couldn’t just leave him out there…

You stood outside your front door with your hand hovering over the doorhandle for a good 30 seconds as you truly contemplated why you were even letting him inside. You hated how weak you always were to him.

You shook your head before twisting the handle and slowly opening the door to reveal all 6 feet and 3 inches of him.

He stared down at you with a tired smile, and you internally cursed yourself at the way your heart started racing just at the sight of him.

“Hey—“ He began and you just cut him off.

“Just get inside.” You glared, pulling him inside before sticking your head out the door just to make sure there was nobody there. Your neighbors were already painfully nosy and aware of the unstable relationship you two had.

Gojo stumbled inside, watching as you shut the door.

As you turned to face him he was already staring down at you. He had that stupid smirk already etched onto his infuriatingly perfect face.

He opened his mouth to speak again but you didn’t let him.

“Why are you here?” You crossed your arms, already attempting to put up a wall you knew would never last with him this close.

“I told you, I needed to see you.” He answered simply. He was always annoyingly vague; that was one of the many things about him that pissed you off.

“Oh bull-fucking-shit.” You scoffed loudly.

“You’re just here because you’re bored. Have you really had that much trouble finding someone to fuck?” You accused him bitterly. You weren’t even sure why you were being this hostile. Sure you were hurt…but you didn’t think it was to this extent.

Gojo’s eyes widened at your harsh words. His lips parted before he scoffed back.

“That’s not—“ He attempted to argue, but you cut him off once again, much to his annoyance.

“You don’t reach out for three weeks and now you’re at my goddamn apartment at one in the morning? Why else would you be here?” You rolled your eyes.

“Do you know how fucking worried i’ve been?! Fuck, Gojo, I didn’t even know if you were alive! And now you show up like it’s nothing??” You exclaim, your voice shaking with anger and hurt.

Gojo’s eyebrows furrow as he listens to you yell at him. His jaw clenches as he crosses his arms, letting you talk.

“You don’t get to just waltz in and out of my life like this anymore. I told you three fucking weeks ago that I was done, but you just can’t listen, can you?!” Laughing bitterly as you crossed your arms angrily.

“Don’t you get it?! I can’t stay away from you!” Gojo blurts out in frustration.

“Fuck! Just let me talk for once!” He runs a hand through his hair as he looks up at the ceiling.

You freeze as the words leave his mouth. The raw emotion emitting from the both of you filled the air with a charged tension that practically made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

You close your mouth as you watch him pace in the entrance to your apartment.

He stops and steps closer to you, but just far enough away to maintain some distance. You couldn’t help but secretly want to close that gap.

“When we argued last time I knew that I went too far. I could tell immediately that you really meant it when you said you never wanted to see me again and fuck— that killed me.” His voice lowered along with his gaze as he stared at the floor, his expression filled with guilt.

“I’m not good at relationships…I never have been. You’ve known me long enough to know this. I thought the way our relationship was would be that way forever…and I was fine with that. Or that’s what I told myself.” He continued.

“But i’m not. You’ve always been there for me, and I don’t deserve that, and i know that. I know i haven’t been good enough to you, and i never understood why you always took me back after we argued, but i guess i grew too used to that. I took advantage of you…and I…fuck…I’m so sorry. I know you need someone better than me, but I just can’t allow that.” His voice started to break as he apologized. You’d never seen him like this before, and it was making your heart clench.

“I’m selfish. I only want you, and I only want to be the one for you. I can’t let anybody else have you…and I can’t be without you any longer.” He closed his eyes as he continued to look down.

“So please. You can still be mad at me, but please. Don’t keep me away. I need you.” He begged quietly. This side of him was completely foreign to you. The Strongest was currently fighting tears as he begged for you back.

You always took him back…and you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t ever again…

But you knew that would never hold up.

After a few seconds of silence you sighed softly.

“Gojo.” You spoke up. He opened his eyes and looked up at you slowly. His eyes were glossy and you couldn’t deny the way your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his pretty blue eyes shining full of tears.

You stepped forward until there was only a small bit of space between your two bodies. You reached up and softly cupped his face. His eyebrows furrowed and you could see the way his eyes still sparkled with unshed tears.

He didn’t move, seeming unsure if he deserved to touch you.

Your lips pursed together before you sighed once more.

“I can’t just act like you haven’t hurt me, and I can’t completely forgive you just yet…” You began. He gave you a dejected look but you scoffed.

“I’m not done. I can’t forgive you yet. But that doesn’t mean I never will…you know I can’t stay from you either…it’s like we’re drawn to each other. I don’t think i’d be able to keep myself away from you forever even if I tried…” You shook your head, still holding his face. You could feel the small smile creeping onto his face. Still, he didn’t place his hands anywhere but his sides.

“…I’ll take it.” He smiled gently. With that his large hands moved to pull you in by the hips. He leaned his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, immediately breathing in your scent.

“Fuck…you don’t know how much I’ve missed being this close to you…” He mumbled into your neck. His hands roamed your sides before settling on your waist.

Gojo’s lips eagerly attached themselves to your neck as his hands greedily held onto your hips. You tilted your head back as he sucked on the column of your neck. The man was absolutely hungry for you…But you were just as hungry for him.

You moaned as he bit down on your neck before you carded your fingers through his snowy white hair, tugging slightly. Gojo let out a soft groan as you pushed him up against the nearby wall. It was honestly hilarious considering how much larger he was than you, but then again…he always loved when you took control.

You grabbed a fistful of his black shirt before hungrily latching your lips on his. He reciprocated almost immediately and soon you both were moving your lips sloppily against each other’s.

Gojo’s hands slid down from your hips to your ass as he hiked one of your legs up to rest on his hip, bringing you impossibly closer.

Still…even though you didn’t want to move you both had to run out of air eventually. You both pulled back with a sharp gasp. Gojo was panting a little harder than you, and you immediately picked up on it. He gave your ass a small squeeze, earning a tiny glare from you.

“Wow…you really are desperate, aren’t you?” You drawled out with a cocky smirk. Gojo didn’t deny anything and just laughed breathily.

“I never said otherwise. You know I want you.” He replied back smoothly. He always had to one up you, didn’t he.

Your cheeks burned a soft pink as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. You couldn’t let him have the upper hand right now.

You didn’t give him time to react before you pulled him by the arm towards your bedroom, a path he was all too familiar with. Gojo willingly followed behind you, laughing at how much you were taking control right now.

Once you reached your bedroom you shoved him inside and onto your bed. He was honestly a little caught off guard by this and fell back slightly, barely holding himself up on the bed as his legs unconsciously spread.

“Wow. And you wanted to call me out for being desperate look at you—“ Gojo began to chuckle before nearly choking on his spit when you interrupted him by taking a seat on his lap. You straddled him immediately and put your hand on his chest to push him back more.

“You’re much cuter when you shut up.” You shook your head. Gojo was speechless for a second at how bold you were being so early, but he quickly smirked at you and took ahold of your hips.

“Oh come on baby, we both know you love my irritating comments.” He drawled out. However, his cockiness faded slightly when you began to slowly grind your hips up against his.

“Oh fuck…ok we’re doing this now?” He breathed out, tilting his head as he kept his hands on your hips. He smirked wider as he began to slowly match your movements.

“I told you to shut up.” You breathed out as you continued to grind against him, enjoying the shaky breaths and subtle groans escaping him. You grabbed his jaw and watched as his pretty blue eyes widened slightly.

He wasn’t used to you taking control to this extent…unless you were angry. And to say you were still a little pissed at him would be an understatement. But unfortunately he was still extremely charming…and cute when he begs.

“Yeah and if I don’t?” He smirked tauntingly. You glared before pressing your fingers against his lips. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he felt you part his lips with your two fingers.

His eyebrows raised and he swallowed thickly as he watched you hold his jaw and place your fingers on his tongue. An involuntary moan escaped his lips and he immediately flushed at the sound.

“Fuck— What’re you—?” He tried to speak but the sound was muffled by your fingers. He tilted his head back in pleasure as you ground against a particularly sensitive spot. That sensation along with the added strange feeling of your fingers in his mouth made his head spin.

His eyes relaxed and he slowly wrapped his lips around your fingers, swirling his tongue around the pads of them.

Your eyes widened at how accepting he was of you trying something new, but you soon smirked in satisfaction. The feeling of him sucking on your fingers definitely pulled a special reaction from your body…

“Oh…so you like this hm? You like it when I take control like this? Surprised you’re not fighting back…” You mused, smirking as he continued to suck and lick at your fingers as he tilted his hips up to meet yours.

“Mmm…normally I don’t…but it’s hot when you do…” His words were still muffled by your fingers, but he seemed completely entranced by you right now.

“Good to hear.” You smirked, removing your fingers from his mouth. Gojo grabbed your wrist before bringing it to his mouth. He pressed his nose against your pulse point, inhaling the scent before dragging his lips over the skin and kissing that sensitive spot.

You watched him with half lidded eyes, reveling in how infatuated he seemed with you.

Gojo peered up at you through his white eyelashes as he smirked slowly. Your mutual grinding had stopped for a moment, but he soon resumed it. This caught you off guard and you moaned softly.

“Thought you were in control tonight? C’mon, take it back.” He cooed, watching as you gripped at his shirt.

You scoffed before running your hands up under his shirt, feeling him up. Gojo chuckled lowly and you could feel it reverberating against his chest.

“Take this off.” You tugged at the hem of his shirt. Gojo made no arguments and eagerly stripped for you.

“I’m feeling a little embarrassed being the only shirtless one here…why don’t you make me feel better and let me take that off you?” He hummed, tilting his head.

“Mhm…the man who, if given the chance, would walk around shirtless 24/7, is embarrassed to be seen without a shirt. I’m sure.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh c’mon don’t leave me hanging…maybe i’m just feeling shy tonight.” He pouted up at you, tugging up at the hem of your shirt.

“Please?” He asked, knowing how weak you were when he begged. Your resolve quickly crumbled, earning a chuckle from Gojo.

“Fine.” You scoffed softly. Gojo wasted no time in helping you strip. His eyes greedily roamed your nearly bare torso, not missing the lacy baby blue bra you were currently wearing.

“Damn…this never gets old no matter how many times i see it.” He grinned, letting his hands softly roam your waist. You blushed softly from the attention.

His eyes slowly roamed your chest before they landed on a small white bow in the middle of your bra. His fingertips gently grazed it and he smirked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Lace and bows? You sure you didn’t know I was coming tonight?” He laughed.

“You bought this yourself? Or…” He asked, a tinge of jealousy creeping its way into his tone unintentionally.

“…It was a gift.” You answered vaguely, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Gojo’s grip momentarily tightened on your waist at that answer.

“Oh yeah? Gift from who?” He asked, feigning interest as his eyebrows furrowed. His smirk tightened a little as he looked at you.

“Some guy I was seeing a couple months ago. Gifted me some lingerie on like the second date…I think you can see why that didn’t last. But I got some expensive shit from him, so i thought id keep it.” You shrugged. You could practically feel the jealousy radiating off Gojo as his smile tightened even further.

“I see…” He hummed glancing to the side before looking back at you.

“I could buy you lingerie too y’know…way prettier, expensive stuff. Way better than this, you deserve it.” His cheeks puffed slightly as he absentmindedly played with the strap of your bra.

You raised an eyebrow at his words before leaning closer.

“Don’t tell me…you’re jealous? Aren’t you.” You whispered. Gojo’s eyes widened before he scoffed and looked away.

“Jealous?? Me?? What would I be jealous for? That some prick bought you some lingerie before I did? Psshhh—“ He scoffed.

You just looked at him with an unimpressed look. Eventually Gojo sighed and looked back at you with furrowed eyebrows and a pout.

“Ok, yeah, I’m jealous…but that’s just because I know i’m better than that guy in every possible aspect of life. I could’ve gotten you way prettier shit than this, and actually gotten it in your size. I mean look— The straps are practically slipping off your shoulders! This dude clearly doesn’t know your measurements.” He rambled, tugging at the loose strap with an exasperated scoff.

You just smirked and watched as he got more frustrated.

“Didn’t you say you liked this bra like two seconds ago?” You chuckled. Gojo glared at you and pouted further.

“Well that was before i found out who it was from…” He grumbled

“If you hate it so much then just take it off.” You whispered, smirking at the way his eyes lit up at the suggestion.

“Well shit, don’t have to tell me twice.” He scoffed, bringing one hand to your back to undo the strap. It was always a mystery how he could undo your bra so easily when it was so a challenge for you.

The bra slowly slipped down your chest and to the middle of your torso, exposing more and more skin as it traveled. Gojo’s eyes practically gained another twinkle in them as your bare chest was slowly exposed to him.

No matter how many times he’d seen you topless, he could never get enough. That was clear with the way his hands practically shot out to touch you. However, he remembered the mood you were still in and stopped his hands just a couple of inches away from you.

“Can I…please?” Gojo glanced up at you through his lashes, practically salivating.

You almost responded immediately, but stopped yourself. You didn’t want things to be this easy for him…and he did seem to want you in control.

“I think you can ask me better than that. Try again.” You smirked, loving the way his eyes widened in shock before he swallowed thickly. He nodded as he put his hands down on the bed on either side of you.

“Baby…it would mean the world to me…if i could— sorry, if you’d let me— touch you. please…fuck i need you so bad.” Gojo asked, a hint of a whine slipping its way into his voice as he begged, and damnit was he good. He would get permission for now…but you’d make him beg again later.

“You may.” You smirked wider as you leaned closer to his face.

Gojo wasted no time in moving his large hands to your waist, squeezing and feeling the skin of your torso as much as humanly possible. His hands moved up to cup your breasts as he kissed your neck. His hands squeezed and groped the sensitive skin there, earning soft moans from you that only encouraged him to continue.

Then, to your surprise, Gojo kissed a trail down from your neck to the middle of your chest. He soon brought his mouth to kiss on one of your breasts before bringing one into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the bud of one as his free hand moved to massage the other.

The feeling only served to turn you on further as you moaned and moved your hand to grip on his hair. Gojo seemed to like that as he let out a responsive hum into your chest as he continued to suck and kiss at it.

Eventually he removed his mouth with a wet pop, panting softly as he opened his eyes to gaze up at you. His lips curled into a slow smirk as he saw the slightly dazed expression on your face.

“Look at you…you liked my mouth on you that much?” Gojo asked in a teasing coo, earning a glare from you.

“Don’t get cocky when you were just begging to touch me two seconds earlier.” You scoffed.

Gojo’s mouth opened to respond before he closed it again. He let out a small sigh through his nose before he smiled.

“Touché.” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes before letting them roam down his body. They stopped and focused on a particularly noticeable bulge that had formed in his sweats. Gojo watched as you looked at him and he didn’t squirm. Instead he crossed his arms and leaned back a little.

“Wow you’re already that hard?” You asked, chuckling as you didn’t look away.

“Do you like it when i’m bitchy to you or something?” You asked, joking. But when you didn’t hear an objection your eyes shot back up to his face.

Gojo didn’t get embarrassed often, but right now you were pretty damn sure he felt called out. He wasn’t looking at you and his cheeks were dusted a pretty pink along with the tips of his ears.

“Oh. Oh…Oh my god. Seriously??” You laughed, leaning closer. He still wouldn’t look at you as his cheeks puffed out.

“That actually explains so much. You really like it huh?” You asked, still laughing. Gojo’s eyebrows furrowed and he continued to look away.

“So what if I do? You’re one of the only people who doesn’t treat me like i’m above you…I like that.” He mumbled, looking back at you as he fiddled with the strings of his sweatpants.

His explanation actually made your heart skip a beat.

“Oh…that’s actually…like, way nicer than I was expecting.” You blinked.

Gojo’s eyebrows furrowed as he scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged, feeling embarrassed now for assuming wrong.

“I dunno…I just thought it was some weird kink you had.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Well that’s definitely another part of it.” Gojo admitted honestly with a laugh. You rolled your eyes before feeling him pull you closer on his lap.

“We’ve been doing way too much talking.” He hums, letting his hands travel down your waist to your hips.

“So impatient…” You sighed and shook your head teasingly, earning a scoff from him.

“But fine. If you wanna pick up the pace i’m down.” You hummed lowly.

You could feel the energy shift in the air as you leaned even closer to him. Gojo’s eyes relaxed as he allowed you to push him back further on the bed.

You brought your lips to his once more and slowly started to kiss him again, feeling him sigh into your mouth. He brought one hand to rest on your cheek, and placed the other on the curve of your hip.

The kiss was slow despite both or your earlier impatience. That was until your felt Gojo suddenly slip his tongue in your mouth, earning a surprised noise from the back of your throat. However, you quickly grew used to it and kissed him back; sliding your tongue against his and moaning softly at the taste of him.

You two continued to make out again for a while before it grew more heated. You could feel him desperately pressing his hips up against yours and you knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

He finally broke the kiss with a wet ‘pop’ and he was panting as he looked at you with nothing but need in his bright blue eyes.

You took that look as a sign to finally make a move on him and take that control back. You brought your hands to his sweatpants and slowly snaked your hand below the waistband to tug them down. Gojo bit back a moan as he helped you take them off. At the same time he brought his hands to your lacy panties, tugging them down your thighs.

Once you were bare in front of him he nearly lost it.

“Fuck…” He breathed out, running his hand over his face as he stared at you hungrily. You felt a little shy at the attention but quickly shook it off in order to focus on him. You slid his boxers down and soon both of you were naked.

There was a thick tension in the air as neither of you moved, too busy admiring one another. Soon though, Gojo blinked and squeezed your hips.

You nodded and slowly started to line yourself up with him. Gojo’s breaths were shaky as he watched you.

You didn’t move yet. You wanted to get him just a little more desperate. Your hips slowly moved and you just barely glided your body across the tip of his length.

This drove him crazy, but he knew better than to thrust into you when you weren’t ready. His large hands went from your hips to the bedsheets as he gripped at them tightly, trying to ground himself.

“Baby please— Don’t tease me, you know how fuckin’ needy I am right now.” He whined, watching you intensely.

With that you slowly sunk down on him, effectively shutting him up. Gojo’s face contorted in overwhelming pleasure as you took more of him.

“Fuuuuuuck— mmmngh—“ He moaned gutturally. He hands gripped the sheets tighter before he held onto you again.

You felt your own breathing quicken as you got used to the feeling of him again for the first time in weeks. Your eyes shut as you moaned softly.

“Move your hips— please i’m begging—“ He whined desperately. When you did just that, slowly riding him, his eyes nearly rolled back.

“Oh fuck— That’s it…you feel so fuckin’— nghh— shiiiittt—“ He gasped as you went a little faster. He tightly gripped your hips as he began to thrust up into you, making you gasp.

“Fuck— don’t just do that without— mnggh— warning me—“ You moaned, unable to keep your eyes open.

Gojo pressed an apologetic kiss to your shoulder as he moved to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer as you continued to ride him.

“Sorry baby— just feels too good i can’t— fuuu— help myself” He could barely talk right now, too lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him.

You could feel his thighs trembling as you continued to move your hips faster. He was close, and honestly so were you.

You brought your hand to his hair, carding your fingers through the soft white locks before tugging on them, earning a strangled whimper from his mouth. He tilted his head back and thrust up into you quicker.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room as you two continued to lose yourselves in the feeling.

You lifted your hips up momentarily before bringing them back down on him. This combined with your hand in his hair was basically the end for him. He whimpered again as he started panting.

“Baby— If you don’t slow down m’gonna fuckin— cuuu— mmmnghh—“ He gasped as you didn’t relent in your movements; instead you moved even faster chasing both his release and yours.

With a final thrust Gojo’s body tensed and he hugged you closer letting out a string of moans as he came inside you.

He panted loudly as you continued to ride him even through this. The pleasure was overstimulating and he was practically in another dimension at this point.

“Fuuuuck— baby p-please just hold on— m’still— shit— sensitive ah—“ He whined, but his hips continued to twitch up into you as you finally reached your own peak.

Your body clenched around him and you came around him as well, making him cry out again at the pleasure.

Once you both had came you laid with your bodies still pressed together for a few moments, just panting.

The next hour was a blur for you both. You and Gojo stayed pressed against each other for a few moments coming down from the high you just experienced.

Later, Gojo slowly peeled your sweaty bodies apart and laid you down gently next to him. He got up and walked to your bathroom to turn the shower on for you.

When you finished tiredly rinsing yourself off, Gojo helped you change into your pajamas before he tucked you in. He took a shower himself and in that time you had fallen asleep despite your best efforts to stay awake.

Gojo returned quietly to your room before crawling into bed with you. He pressed his chest against your back and wrapped his large arms around your body to hug you closer. He pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck before sighing softly.

You both fell asleep like that until the morning.

Gojo always woke up before you did. When you woke up around 30 minutes later you sleepily raised your head. You couldn’t feel his body next to yours and a pit quickly formed in your stomach as you looked around your room with a slowly forming scowl.

“He left. Of course he did…I don’t know why I expected any different—“ You began to think before you heard the sound of coffee being poured in your kitchen.

Gojo appeared a few seconds later with two mugs in his hand and a gentle smile.

“Morning. Looks like you slept well.” He chuckled as his eyes traveled up to your messy bed head. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as your hands quickly flew up to smooth the hairs down.

“Here, made this for you.” He hummed, walking closer to hand you a mug. You took it before looking down at the warm liquid in the cup. Your eyebrows furrowed before you mumbled.

“You didn’t leave…”

Gojo’s eyebrows furrowed before he realized the reason why you were so surprised. He let out a gentle sigh as he sat down at the edge of your bed.

“Of course I didn’t…I want to earn your forgiveness, and I can’t do that by keeping my old habits.” He spoke genuinely.

“I know i’ve fucked up, but i’m serious about fixing things between us.” He took your hand in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss to the skin.

You could feel your heart clench at how soft he was being with you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him.

He let go of your hand before cupping your cheek.

“Besides, why would I leave when by staying here I got to see your crazy bed head?” He teased, ruffling your hair even more. He stood up just as you began to swat at his hand grumpily.

Of course Gojo had to lighten the mood a little…he never could be serious for long.

You just hoped this time the one thing he could be serious about was his relationship with you…

“Now c’mon, I ordered us breakfast it should be here any minute now.” He grinned walking away to your kitchen, leaving you sitting up in bed with tousled hair and flushed cheeks.

You sighed before shaking your head with a hint of a smile.

“Dork…”

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long time no post guys…how are we??

i’m getting better(?) at writing smut but i still feel a little embarrassed hahaha (lmk how i did…)

i luv soft gojo

this was way longer than i meant for it to be but oh well

[mursetica]

Me trying to read smut but the author doesn’t understand a lick of anatomy

[twilightxprincesss]

nerdjo fic soon hehehehehehe i love him

[powerhayakawaa]

when you're trying to find a good fanfic to read but your tumblr fyp is genuinly shit

[mostroloungeofficial]

High res. New Years clothes Ace, Idia, Epel, Leona base

[twilightxprincesss]

my wife looks so good

[twilightxprincesss]

sigh in love with another loser who’s definitely never felt the touch of a woman and is pretty like a girl 😞 (don’t save me i don’t wanna be saved)

[aajxs]

opinion warning!

this might be a hot take but i HATE reading bimbo reader fics.

to be specific like hyper feminine reader who's literally the embodiment of a male fantasy and she's just stupid as fuck and has no self respect and is literally only used to furthur the plot by having sex with whoever the oneshot is about. its one thing when the fic actually has depth to it and is genuinely interesting to read, but when reader stops having a personality and good dialogue is when I drop the work because at what point does this become an excuse to literally write vile porn where a man degrades a woman for 6k words while plowing her from the back???? i don't mean to be that guy but we spent tewww long fighting for individuality just to give into the male gaze and turn our characters into literal fleshlights for the sake of kinks and horniness. I do understand the view of "well it's just writing" "well if you don't like it don't read it" "well degradation/dumbification kink" "well self-insert/self-indulgent", but in my personal opinion it gets to a point of being straight porn and feeding into the male fantasy of stupid big tiddy fat booty perfect body dumb bimbo porn bitches and just wanting to write about sex and being able to dumb down the reader to make it easier to write. yes I do dabble in bimbo reader fics sometimes they're cunty as fuck, I literally just read one the other day, but some fics do a very bad job at portraying a dumb sexy reader with a personality.

in no way AT ALL am I shaming writers by posting this because I myself am a mid ass writer and I rarely write anymore anyways so honestly feel free to completely ignore this because if you disagree then why should a random opinion matter to you :)