jaz’s wonderland
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jaz’s wonderland
some of my work does contain mature themes and content so please proceed with caution
she/her, 18
BeFoUr | about me
sHe | masterlist
dRuNk | rules
misbehaving — chapter six
<- chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven ->
chapter 06: and that’s where love finds you, in the tragedies [ series masterlist ] + gojo x f!reader / sukuna x f!reader ; wc 6.4k
summary: the events leading up to a tumultuous proposal, and where unfortunately for you, naoya is making himself known. (or — in which you try to get through the evening, but it all hinges on mei mei’s response to your boyfriend’s proposal.)
+ content warning: mentions of death, soft gojo, jealousy, deceptions/manipulations, naoya’s an ass, so is sukuna here, mei mei is sus. <3
notes: so haha hey guys a less crazy chapter this week so ;) sorry if there are mistakes but i’m so tired i’m falling asleep rn but thanks for supporting this series so far!! mwah i loved seeing all your reactions to the prev one <3
FIVE DAYS BEFORE THE PARTY
“You are coming to the party, and that is final.”
That’s all Gojo Sr says before slamming the door in his son’s face, ready to abide by his threats of using his reputation to mess with Gojo’s attempts to flourish in any other company.
Idle threats are not his style.
If Gojo wants to leave, he’ll have to work damn hard to make it happen. And his father is determined to do anything to make him fail.
What could possibly be better for his son than staying in the company, reaping in the family fortune? Gojo is just young. Young and reckless and stupid. That’s why he’ll have to force it on him, make him learn lessons the hard way. That’s why he has no choice but to cooperate with the Zenins in the interim.
misbehaving — chapter five
<- chapter four | chapter five | chapter six ->
chapter 05: two sides to the same coin [ series masterlist ] + gojo x f!reader / sukuna x f!reader; wc 6.1k
summary: just because you finally got sukuna to admit that maybe he does want you, doesn’t mean that other threats don’t lie waiting in the water. and unfortunately for you, now that you’re with him, you’re in the ocean where the big fishes play. (or — in which sukuna and gojo aren’t all that different, and one seemingly innocent dinner stirs it all up.)
+ content warning: mentions of abuse/trauma, manipulation, jealousy, naoya, cliffhanger ahahahaha
notes: a little naoya and everything is peachy for yn ha ha ha. & btw i see and do appreciate all of your comments for this series, brings a smile to this woman’s face <3
“So, you love her?”
It’s not what he expected. Not even close.
His life isn’t falling apart, he doesn’t want to kill himself every single day, he doesn’t want to kill you every single day. There’s no excessive shouting, no fucked up backhanded insults against each other.
Sukuna is puzzled.
Is it because you’re easy to love? The word invades his mind before he can stop it.
Because day by day, it’s getting easier. Day by day, he learns more about you. Like how you like your toasts slightly burnt, and how you’re a person of routine, and how you always like to take his fucking bed space now that you’re so comfortable snuggling up to him.
Okay maybe it isn’t so easy. But it differs from what he was taught growing up.
How love was a weapon to be used. How each time Naobito would leverage them against his wives. How it was only supposed to spell your end and give you insurmountable headaches.
#fluff and domestic moment of the forgers (◦ˆ⌣ˆ◦)
“i was wondering if i could have your instagram?”
your heart hammered against your chest as the anticipation weighed down on your shoulders as you stood in front of the confused boy in front of you.
“ah… i’ll have to get back to you on that.” iwaizumi replied quietly as your stomach dropped.
“oh… okay then thanks anyway!” you forced a friendly tone out to mask the utter humiliation and upset that had washed over your mood entirely upon the few words the dark haired boy offered.
the rest of the class was a blur to you. you spent majority of the time staring blankly ahead of you to face the backs of forgettable classmates heads. the only classmate that mattered to you in this particular class had rejected you just before the teacher walked in so from this moment on you had no motivation to pay attention or look forward this class.
the end bell rang and you mindlessly threw your belongings into your bag before dragging yourself through the halls to your locker to collect the rest of your belongings and head home. you didn’t even bother to wait for your friends, no. they could wait until you were in the comfort of your own home to hear you scream over the phone how embarrassed you were as a result of the rejection over something as casual as asking to be instagram buddies.
‘what sort of loser gets rejected for that?’ you almost had to laugh it was so stupid. ‘whatever.’ you thought as your feet carried you to the front gates of the school. you’d have to apologise to your friends in advance before blowing up the groupchat with your over dramatic tendencies but a little tlc from your friends was needed at this vital milestone of your life; your first ever rejection.
upon the endless string of thoughts running through your mind as you walked, you failed to pick up on the voice that had been calling after you repeatedly from behind you. you tended up at the feeling of someone gently tugging on your sleeve out of nowhere but that surprise was nothing compared to the surprised you felt upon seeing the culprits gaze.
“iwaizumi?” you asked as your classmate caught his breath. “you on a mission or something?” he huffed a little as you frowned. “yes. a mission to get home, so see ya!” you replied quickly as your pace in walk picked up again.
before you could march off, a hand tugging on the strap of your bag stopped you before you could flee the scene which happened to include the last face on earth you wanted to see right now. “before you run off again,” he started before pulling his phone out his pocket. “my instagram. you said you wanted it?”
you looked at the device in his hands with confusion. zero followers, zero posts, zero following and a cute yet handsome photo of iwaizumi in place of the profile picture icon. “i didn’t have one earlier when you asked, so i made one during that class so you could add me.” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from you as you fought the urge to pounce on him and bite him.
‘he’s so fucking cute.’
you tapped your own handle into his phone and followed yourself before grabbing your own phone to immediately follow him back. a weird sense of pride came over you seeing his follower and following go up by one and that one being you.
“you didn’t have to do that.” you insisted as you handed his phone back to him. “nah, i should’ve made one ages ago but i just never got around to it.” he admitted, the heat on his face finally calming down. “but now you can message me if you ever need anything… or if you just wanted to you know, talk?“ he muttered as the urge to bite the shit out of this man piqued once more.
“i’ll definitely message you if i need anything or if i want to talk but you can do the same too!” you hummed as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.
“i’ll keep that in mind.” he smiled before turning around to walk away. “please do.” you shot back before turning to make your own way home. offering a quick exchange in waves you marched home ready to text your groupchat about what had just happened until you felt your phone vibrate.
‘@iwa.hajime has sent you a message: see you tomorrow :)’
on second thought. maybe your group chat could wait.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
──✧ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀──✧ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬
𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌. 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾. 𝗄𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! 874 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩. 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱.♡ 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁. 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗈3.
he is just so handsome
<3
post inspired by this, also this is a complete self-insert bc i hate one of my roommates LMAOOO hope she never sees this…. completely unedited too i’m sorry
cw: bakugo is in his 20s + reader is in college, suggestive
pro!hero bakugo always wonders why you don’t ever invite him back to your place.
well, to be fair, his place is amazing. even for just starting his agency, he gets a decent pay, and he put his first check into a penthouse that overlooks the whole city. crystal clear windows that go from the ceiling to the floor, more rooms than he can use— so of course, he randomly finds your things littered around everywhere. you probably like his place even more than him.
but he knows you have a place at your college campus. you’ve never invited him inside, though, always hurrying out the door whenever he picks you up. you’ve complained to him about one of your roommates once, but besides that, he knows nothing.
“osamu, what the hell is your problem?”
osamu miya isn’t one to act out like this, he’s never one to run head first into a fight with no armour. he’s not brash and unreasonable like ‘tsumu. he’s supposed to be the better twin at this compared to the blonde scrub he should have eaten in the womb.
but when it comes to you, he loses all sense of rationality— the slightest change in your emotions still has osamu acting a fool after all this time.
“i was defending yer honour!” he announces adamantly, slur heavier than usual as he flinches away from the bag of frozen peas you have pressed into his swelling cheek. osamu hates frozen veg, it ruins the quality and taste of his product, so he prefers to start afresh every time to make sure everyone gets the very best of what he has to offer but boy is he glad that he kept the bag in his kitchen’s freezers from when he first started out.
he still can’t believe he got punched in his own damn shop.
your face twists as you peel back the defrosting packet, analysing the tender area on the younger miya twin’s face. still handsome, even when bruised like a softly ripened peach. “osamu miya,” he hates how his full name sounds on your tongue, bitter and still slightly resentful— nothing like the ‘samu’s he’s used to. “i do not need defending! god…you don’t change. you never do!” frustration sits caked on your features like a layer of sweat after a gruelling day in the kitchens. “when will you realise that i can be my own person outside of you? i can take care of myself. i don’t need you to back me up, tell me to sit this one out like you do with ‘tsumu. i don’t need protecting.” you shift awkwardly on your knees, the tiled floor in onigiri miya’s kitchen cutting into your skin. “and besides…i like him.”
osamu pushes the peas from your grip, brows knotted together as he scowls at you like what you’ve said isn’t true. you could tell him those words a thousand times and he’d selfishly ignore them because you’re way too good to go unprotected in this world.
“yer still s’fuckin’ naive,”
the curse word slipping from the restaurant owners lips surprises you— it upsets you, the hurt sweltering in your chest. “‘samu that’s not fair…”
“i don’t care if it is! i see the way ya grimace when he touches ya, the way ya avoid his gaze. how he treats ya like a fuckin’ pet rather than a human being!” the miya twin roars back, and if he was loud enough you’re sure he’d rattle the pots out to dry on the dish-rack. “that’s not love. you know that.”
your face scrunches up, expression foul and osamu knows he shouldn’t have said that.
“and you do?” he can hear the tired tremble in your voice, you’ve both been here before, stuck in a loop of the same argument. osamu shouldn’t cast judgement on the people you date, not when he ruined the concept of love and happiness for you in the first place. he gave you up when you’d done nothing but cherish him for years after the team went their separate ways.
he was the one to let you go.
he was the one desperate to see you again, dropping hints to kita to invite the old inarizaki manager to the reunion at his precious store in osaka after atsumu’s big game.
he was the one who threw the first punch at your now fiancé because the way he held you wasn’t right.
it was too tight, too rough for someone who deserved the world like you. osamu could read the twitch of pain on your face probably before you even felt it…because he still loved you, he still knew everything about you and he didn’t even have the right to. he probably deserved to get his shit rocked before aran and suna dragged your fiancé outside the shop ( atsumu would have ripped the guy’s head off too for hurting his brother…but kita was there and you’d pleaded with him not to ).
so osamu miya stays silent, becomes a little more reserved unlike his bastard brother and zips his lips once more— throwing away the key while he avoids your desperate gaze. “nothin’.” he mumbles simply, looking away from your wounded puppy dog eyes.
“of course,” you say quietly, even though he can hear the crack of tears in your voice. “because you could never love anyone outside of this stupid shop.”
and as you let it slip you’re crying up, and back away from him on the kitchen floor of onigiri miya, osamu realises…there’s no starting over with you. it’s far too late for that.
misbehaving — chapter one.
<- prologue | chapter one | chapter two ->
chapter 01: the enemy of my enemy is my (boy)friend [ series masterlist ] + gojo x f!reader / sukuna x f!reader; wc 6k
summary: you bring a deal to the devil himself and tempt fate. meanwhile, someone’s disapproval can be felt from miles away. (or — in which you try to pull sukuna into your arms & have to prove yourself useful to him, while gojo lives with the irony of his actions while you’re gone.)
+ content warnings: fake dating, modern au, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, sukuna is just kinda a dick, they go to a club/hostess bar. smut.
notes: fordjkddk i’m sorry it’s taken so long!! i’ll try to be consistent heh & thank you to those of you who read this <3
“We’re done. Don’t call me again.”
Satoru is pretty. High cheekbones, beautiful eyes, porcelain skin and all pretty from all angles. He still looked pretty even when he dumped you—was that the correct term? Dumped? When the both of you weren’t even together in the first place?
“You alright there?”
In contrast, this man is all sharp edges and tattoos peaking out his shirt collar and devilish smirk for days. You stare up at him, his hands in his pockets, leaning back against Geto’s closet, white dress shirt tucked loosely into his black pants, chest poking out of the unbuttoned area. He looks like he came straight out of a shady business meeting, and if Gojo and Geto’s comments about him are true, you wouldn’t be surprised.
⁀➷ ∵ ❝ why the fuck are you here? ❞
suna x fem!reader
⟶ cw. dickhead!suna, enemies, volleyball player!suna, college/uni!au, shit talking, drunk people, drinking, handjob, oral (m), voyeurism, public sex, sloppy seconds, unprotected sex, riding, ft. atsumu + more
⟶ note. unedited for now
typically you wouldn't find yourself amongst these kinds of people. definitely not a large group of overly attractive college volleyball players. random girls gawked when they walked through the door.
your friend had to go and get herself a jock boyfriend from a different school and drag you with her. "you're my best friend you have to come, i'll be real sad if you don't." you'd rather be home watching random shows on your laptop and drinking than this, but at least there was alcohol–lots of it, the boys are also paying so win win.
Conflicted feelings
It’s not just an admiration when it comes to your best friends older brother.
content: lots of pent up feelings, conflicted ones, lil bit angst, lots of fluff. implied age gap.
fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, big di-k!satoru also some emotional and in love gojo, overstimulation, fingering, cumdump!reader
word count: 4k+
NOT PROOF-READ
— DUMMY DADDY + tobio kageyama.
↳ warnings: fluff, parent!au, reader is a mother, i just wanted to write tobi as a daddy !!! pls he’s so cute i love him so so much. your baby boy says his first word and it’s not what either of you expect.
“it’s going to be mama,” you tell kageyama matter of factly. “his first word is going to be mama.”
you don’t need to look at the setter to know that he’s glaring daggers into your back while you prepare a fruitsnack for your baby boy. “how do you know that?” the glares only continue when you turn, holding out a bowl of mushed apples and peach to your son as he gargles happy sounds towards his parents.
“mother’s intuition, tobio.”
your husband scoffs, snatching the bowl from you so you have both your hands to take a seat at the table— sitting on the other side of your baby’s high chair. “well,” he starts. “you’re wrong, s’gonna be papa. ain’t that right lil’ man.” the man coos, hand becoming an aeroplane and garnering the interest of his carbon copy as he spoons the crude baby food mix past tiny lips and into a slobbering mouth. he claps chubby hands down on his high chair, kicking socked feet out when tobio spoon feeds him again. “see? daddy’s his favourite.”
𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄…
ও rating. explicit
ও summary. as the oldest twin, Sukuna is used to getting whatever he desires over Yuji. however, one thing his status can’t get him is you. | wc. 2k+
cw/ tw. slightly dark content. yakuza au. Yuji and Sukuna are twins, noncon, somnophilia, body worship, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, infidelity (although reader isn’t aware of it), mentions of baby-trapping
ও featuring. Sukuna x Fem!Reader
ও an. i think i remember putting my whole p***y into this one :') | m. list
As the oldest twin, Sukuna is used to getting whatever he desires over Yuji: One day, he’ll get to ascend from his position as Shateigashira—one of many regional bosses—to become the next Oyabun.
Money, respect, power, it’ll all be his.
However, one thing his status can’t get him is you—the daughter of one of their father’s advisors known as the Kaikei. You've been with the twins since before they were tall enough to reach the cabinet in the kitchen where their father stores the sake, maybe even longer.
You’d cover them in pink Hello-Kitty bandaids when they fell off of swingsets, and they’d beat up anyone who tried to pick on you. An inseparable trio, his mother once called them.
Sukuna always saw you as his little sister and called anyone sick who tried to suggest that you’d be a pretty bride someday. Of course, those were the thoughts of a boy. Then the summer before their third year of high school came, and you showed up on their doorstep in a white floral sundress that kissed the middle of your silky thigh: He swears he’s never looked at you the same since.
misbehaving — prologue.
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current: the calm before the storm | next: the enemy of my enemy is my (boy)friend ->
PAIRING: gojo x f!reader, sukuna x f!reader | CONTENT WARNING: smut (mdni), name-calling, unprotected sex, unrequited love, angst, not proofed | WORD COUNT: 1.5k
SUMMARY: you’ve long since known that you would mean nothing more to gojo satoru than just another lay, but this time, you’ve had enough.
NOTES: idk how this came about but i needed to try to get out of a slump, sorry if i’m a little rusty <3 likes & rbs always appreciated.
You’d rather be a little something, than nothing at all.
The party outside drones on, but it’s nothing more than mere background noise for the both of you. You’re sure Getou is going to kill the both of you for ruining his sheets, but right now, neither of you could care less.
“S-Sato—”
His quick hands shoot up to clamp over your mouth, grip impossibly firm around your cheeks, beautiful cerulean eyes emerge from behind his white tresses, looking down at you with a hint of a warning behind their unrelenting glare.
Yes, a simple warning you know all too well: Shut up, you’re about to ruin the illusion.
head empty only big beefy ushijima wakatoshi
hmmmmmmm i may just sit back and observe for a bit👀