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part 3 for the hs bully gojo fic except he suffers just a Little bit more in it. readerâs relationship w freckle boy gets a little more serious and gojo feels like he has a blackhole in his chest. one day he does confess bc he canât physically take the heartache anymore and reader gets mad n calls him selfish (insert several more weeks of Suffering for gojo) and then idk what else from there but give a happy ending for him pls c: itâs his birthday tomorrow he shant suffer any longer but a little bit more wouldnât kill him yknow â€ïž
i like the way u think anon!!! if i ever post a part 3 itâll probably be after the majority of my event anyway⊠bc i am posting smth tmrrw for his bday. but i can just. imagine the heartbreakâŠ
when he finally works up the courage to just talk to you again, heâs so hopeful and he can tell u already know what heâs about to ask;; and before he can even start talking youâre stopping him like, âgojo, i know what youâre going to sayââ but he keeps cutting you off and wonât let you get a word in. he probably has to even shout at you to just let him talk once or twice bc you both know what heâs ab to do, n he knows ur not stupid and that youâre fully aware and you want to stop him probably to prevent him from hurting more. but that means youâll say no and he doesnât like thinking about that so he ignores it. n then he confesses and youâre all like âi cant, i have a boyfriendâ but he just. doesnât get it so he asks you âwhy? why cant we be together?â why do you hate me? and eventually youâre the one whoâs cutting him off and just⊠ouch. lots of pain!
good ending is you eventually come to realize you feel more for satoru than freckles boy and you accept him and go on coffee dates together happily ever after :3
pt 1 + 2
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i want hannie to eat me out is that so much to ask for đ
worship me
han jisung x reader
warnings: dom reader, afab reader, sub han, oral (afab receiving)
a/n: wrote another short fic, bc hannie would get down his HANDS AND KNEES and beg for even the chance
listened to this song (worship by Ari Abdul)-
"darling, what are you doing?"
it always starts like this.
him being needy and horny and unable to help himself anymore. he's always been so insatiable, you knew this when you started dating him.
a night of cuddling just like tonight always ends up with him between your knees.
"please?"
his body sliding down onto the floor, resting one of his soft cheeks against your knee as he looks up at you wide needy eyes.
you roll your eyes at him with a huff, reaching down to play with the ends of his hair, twirling the strands between your fingers. "and why should i let you, hmm?"
his cheeks flush but you don't let him look away, holding his gaze with yours, tugging at his hair in warning.
his mouth opens, closes.
he rambles. a lot. that's what made you fall in love with him, his endless talking and the endearing look in his eye when he went on about something he was passionate about.
but you couldn't say that you didn't love when he was utterly speechless.
when there isn't a single thought in that pretty little head of his, only the idea of putting his mouth to some better use.
you wouldn't say that you liked them dumb but you did like when you could make them go dumb.
"hmm?"
"i just," he noses against your bare skin with a purr, "want you to feel good," he whispers with a hot kiss to the spot right above your knee.
you spread your legs and he lets out an appreciative hum, slotting his body between them as you maneuver your shorts off. his eyes fall before your fixing them back on yours.
"is that it?"
you know it isn't. he knows it isn't.
as much as he'd love to preach that he loved to eat you out for just your pleasure you both knew that wasn't it.
he could spend hours between your thighs. with his tongue worshipping you and his lips sucking at your clit and your cum sliding down his throat until his thoughts into mush.
"please baby? please just let me..." he hesitated but when you made no move he continued. "let me feel your pussy on my tongue. i wanna feel you...so bad."
your nails scratched at the nape of his neck and he barely shivered before hand in his hair shoved him against you.
he whimpered.
"f-fuck, oh fuck, you're so wet."
his tongue is quick to work against you, licking broad strips as your taste and your smell flooded his senses.
he was a man starved and you were salvation in a desert.
"fuck baby," his head spins when you moan. "just like that," with the way you grind against his mouth, with the way you softly tug at his hair and call him your good boy.
it makes him so hard, eating you out while you praise him.
his soft lips wrapping around your clit and sucking ever so slightly, smiling and whining against you when you gasp.
he throbs and he could cum like this. he has before.
with your thighs wrapped around his head and everything so hot and fuzzy he could pass out.
his tongue, wet and slippery, sliding up between the lips of your cunt and tasting you before he lets it slip inside. It's pathetic the way he moans, like youâre the most delicious thing he's ever had in his mouth.
but you are.
he's stupid when your legs rest over his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs as his tongue thrusts into you, your heels digging into his back but he can't help it.
his hips thrust, fucking into nothing but the fabric of his soft pajama pants. he's so sensitive he could cry.
his whines send delicious vibrations throughout your body, adding to the sensations coursing throughout your body, bringing you closer with every flick of his tongue.
"use your fingers," you mutter and he obeys wordlessly, like a dog without any better purpose.
he thrusts them into you, fast, just the way you've taught him. and he lets you use him, just the way you like.
letting you grind over his tongue and face however you like. you pant and he moans like he's the one being eaten out as he listens to you praise him. you keep muttering, "fuck, that's it, such a good boy, good boy for me hannie." and it makes him so, so horny he can hardly handle it, can hardly think straight except for your taste and the way your clit drags over his mouth and the way he just wants you to cum all over his face.
how he could suffocate right here and now between your thighs and he'd have no regrets except for maybe the fact that he didn't get to feel your cum around his fingers and down his throat.
and fuck, you're tightening around his fingers and even though he knows you'll scold him later he pulls them out and replaces them with his tongue.
and his thumb rubs at your clit, his eyes crossing as your nails dig into his scalp and you push his head harder against you, letting out a cry as you cum.
right as he does.
making a mess of his pants as you let go, thrusting against him weakly to ride out your high, sighing as you come down.
you lighten your hold just to see the dumb look on his face but he grips your thighs, not letting up as he mewls.
"baby?" he sighs dreamily, looking up just enough to meet his eyes. you can see the hearts practically glowing in them.
"did i make you go dumb puppy?" you coo and his heart races.
"one more?"
you roll your eyes.
"you're gonna be the death of me."
but it wasn't a no.
a/n: i haven't written a descriptive afab oral scene in literally forever so honestly this isn't the best but...đ
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okay so there are those kits where you can make a mold of your dick so you can make a dildo out of it. eddie would definitely make you a dildo of his dick and gift it to you for a birthday or smth
okay. so. iâve been staring at this for a while and trying to form a coherent thought and this is what i came up with. also @taintedcigs proofread this <3 <3
omg imagine he puts the dildo in a pretty little box and youâre opening all the presents youâve gotten and you go to open that one and eddieâs like. letâs maybe open that one later yeah? and youâre like. đ€šđ€šđ€š. but you say okay anyways and carry on but obv that voice in your head is wondering what it could possibly be. like youâre trying to remember the weight of the box in your hand and trying to match it up to anything eddie might have mentioned ever. but you have no luck <//3 so instead as soon as the last person leaves you run to find the pink box where youâd left it, only to realize eddieâd taken it with him to your room, an easy smile on his lips as he handed it you, âopen it babeâ and so you do, and your eyes widen as soon as you see the silicon of the dildo, pulling it out and staring at it, speechless until you start to gather the similarities. the slight bump on the underside of the silicone that would've been the prominent vain on eddie's cock, the way it curved ever so slightly, the same way as his. in fact the more you turned it around in your hands the more there seemed to be similarities between the silicone and eddieâs cock. âcan i?â you tug at the waistband of his jeans and he nods enthusiastically. you pull his cock out and stare at it for a moment, your eyes flicking back and forth between the toy and him before smiling, âtheyâre the sameâ âmhmâ âyou made this?â âyeah,â âdâyou wanna use it?â
15 minutes later you find yourself whimpering and whining at the hands of eddie, your slick coating the pink silicone and leaking onto eddieâs hand <3 <3
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brain rotting on letting chuuya hit it raw for the first time đ«
hitting it raw with chuuya 4 the first time
tags. x fem!bodied reader with gn prns, car sex, chuuya hitting it from behind, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, driver is getting cucked, unmentioned convo abt forgetting condoms and deciding to raw dog in the car with no shame or regard for the driver.
"quiet," he hisses, shoving his fingers into your mouth as his cock bullies your cunt. your throat closes around his fingers, gagging on the tips as he pulls you back onto his cockâyour hair bundled up in his palm. "shut the fuck up, i said- or do you need to be muzzled ?" he threatens, despite not being worried about the poor driver up in front.
you shook your head, biting the cushion beneath youâthe leather being sticky and wet from his previous loads. he grunts into your shoulder, "fuck~ 'm gonna-!" it doesn't take long for his twitching dick to plunge straight into your coreâhis cock spurting more cum than your body could handle. you flinch, body spasming while cumming over being fucked dumb.
"shiit-" chuuya groans, his thighs being coated in a new sticky layer of his and yours cum combined, " 'baby yer' squeezin'- gonna- hn~ gonna milk the shit outta' me," he whines behind youâhis sensitive dick still rooted inside your pussy. "chuuya!~" you moan his name, hips still rocking back on him. chuuya hissed in overstimulation, gripping your hips with his hands. "again? jesusâ 'm gonna get you pregnant at this rate." he laughs it off, pushing you off his cock before slamming you back on it.
his dick squishes against your spot, causing you to squeal and get sent to the heavens and below. as you two were raw dogging it in the back, the driver in front had swore to himself that he wouldn't look backâbut sometimes men couldn't help themselves. taking a glance through the mirror, he watches as his superior takes you from behind, cock punching into your cervix so hard, it has you seeing stars.
he sighs, still staringâalmost immediately noticing chuuyas sharp glare looking back at him. his breath hitches in fear, quickly moving his attention back on the road.
đ┠©ÊáŽê±áŽÉȘÉȘ 2áŽ24 :: don't steal, plagiarize/copy, steal my works, or feed it to ai (ÂŹ`âžÂŽÂŹ)
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I hate pregnancy but ur pregnant reader fics omgaaah have you written this yet? Reader&gojo Smooch smooch đđ to induce labor đ€Ż
sgji please this has me giggling and I have not yet, with Satoru anyway until now! also, please note that this is not realistic in any way lmao about ten to fifteen percent of women's water breaks naturally, and usually, not like this nor does labor or anything like that happen so fast really! tis all for fanfic purposes!!
tags: 18+ only content - mdni + pregnant! fem reader + explicit smut + going into labor + parental freakout
You walked around the house with your hand under your belly feeling your daughter kick wildly, just as much as you wanted her out she wanted to stay inside warm and cozy no matter what you tried to do.
She was stubborn just like her father is.
It also seemed that she was giving you a sweet tooth to the point that anything new Satoru brought home you ended up snatching it from his spot when he wasn't looking only to see him pout like a child.
However, you were glad he was stubborn when it came to him helping you go into labor. He bought the best ball for you to bounce on, only making sure you went to the world's best doctors and he ordered a slew of spicy things in order to help move things along.
Even during a regular movie night, you had him twist and pinch your nipples, the stimulation was supposed to help to put you into labor until your husband suggested something else to move things along.
"'Toru!" You cried out brokenly, your fingers gripped the pillow that lay under your head while he lay behind you making sure your leg was hooked over his arm as he thrust into you slowly over and over again.
Everything felt much more sensitive with all the blood rushing to your cunt that leaked around him as you tried your best to push back against him wanting to feel him fully, he was scared that it'd hurt.
You turned your head to look at him with glassy eyes, red and pricked with tears as you pouted, your bottom lip quivering. "More! I need more!" You told him in half a whine and growl moaning his name.
Satoru obliged and lifted your leg up higher. "I don't want to hurt either of my babies, tell me if it's painful." He husked against your mouth when he leaned in for a soft kiss that made you melt for him.
His tongue slid and stroked against yours in an erotic dance as he fucked into you deeper until he bottomed out feeling your back bow as you arched into him more, your jaw going slack with pleasure.
His free hand roamed over your belly and then to your breasts pinching and twisting your nipples as he littered your shoulders with open-mouthed kisses that added to the cloud of bliss he put you on.
"Cum please for fucks sake make me cum!" You told him reaching down to circle your clit as you tried your best to buck up against him seeking more of what he could offer. Satoru chuckled at hearing you.
He hurried his pace going deeper with his strokes feeling your pussy squeeze him tight and wet he swore you were going to rip his dick right off. "You're squeezin' me so tight sweetheart, cum for me."
You could feel him throb and twitch before releasing thick ropes of cum that pushed you into your own orgasm making you squeal loud and long feeling a strong sensation flow through you as your muscles contracted as you threw your head back into Satoru's shoulder.
Satoru slowed his pace down fucking his cum deeper into you only to feel a rush of warmth gush between your legs causing him to pull out slowly and gently, his eyes wide and wild. "Was that your water that broke?" He asked sitting up as he looked between your legs.
When you rolled to your back he could see more of the clear fluid as you nodded gripping the blanket for a different reason, your contractions coming in strong and fast making you gasp and grunt.
"Looks like we're going to be meeting our baby girl soon." He muttered still staring down between your legs. All the information he took in from the internet couldn't prepare him for the real deal however as he felt the touch of a parent's first anxious moment.
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augustine!!! forgive me if this is alr something u wrote in kuwtf but!! i just had a thought come to me !!! did megumi (when he was younger) ever message/text/call reader (or gojo⊠but i doubt đđ) to come and pick him up in the middle of smth heâs rlly not enjoying? like !! him being all hesitant and shy abt it !!! but heâs like âcan you pick me up⊠pleaseâ or â⊠i want to go homeâ đ„șđ„șđ„ș
âokay, while the kids are with you, youâre the new me. strict, but fair. fun, but still carefulââ
âugh, that sounds so boring,â shoko groans. âi prefer being the cool aunt who looks like she could be their sister.â
âuh oh, it sounds like someoneâs already raided our liquor cabinet,â gojo teases, sauntering into the kitchen to steal some of the snacks youâre laying out. âmaybe we should have nanami babysit shoko babysitting our kids.â
you bat his hands away, rolling your eyes as he pouts. âthatâs not necessary, i believe in her.â
âsoâŠyouâre saying i didnât hear you call nanami first?â
âgo get changed,â you mutter, ignoring his question and shoving him back towards the bedroom. he goes, but not without placing a big wet kiss on your cheek first.
megumi, whoâd been coming in to find a snack, makes an affronted noise.
shoko throws her arm around him, ruffling his hair. âdonât worry about us! i got your very lengthy text message with all the instructions,â she assures you, waving her phone in front of you. âin bed by nine at the latest, no watching sex and the city, and no ending up in the hospital, prison, or the news.â
âyes. by the way, i ordered some pizza for dinner and left some money so you can take them out for breakfast tomorrow, but please please keep an eye on megumi,â you remind her, swiping the crumbs off your hands and leaning your hip against the counter. âhe likes to wander and has a problem with authority.â
âi donât have a problem with authority,â the boy huffs, ducking out from under shokoâs arm.Â
âohhhh, but you do,â gojo chimes in, coming out of the bedroom dressed up in a nice shirt and tie. you slip your arm through his when he offers, letting him lead you toward the door.Â
âhave fun!â you call as satoru kneels to help you slip your heels on.Â
ânot as much fun as you guys will!â shoko calls back. itâs followed by, âsay, megumi, have you ever smoked a cigarette before?âÂ
âieiri!â
âkidding! youâre so gullible.âÂ
_____
âa hotel room with one bed!â you gasp, in awe of the king-sized bed sitting in the center of the room. you seat yourself atop of the luxurious sheets, the silk smooth under your palms. âi forgot what this was like!â
gojo sets both your bags down, smiling. âdo you want to order some room service? we could order a nice bottle of champagne, eat some dessertââ
you hum, uncrossing your legs slowly. âi can think of something else you can eatâŠâ
you reach up to grab his tie and tug him closerâ
âonly for it to come off entirely.Â
âa clip on tie, satoru? really?âÂ
his cheeks blush a cute, rosy pink. âtheyâre really hard to tie if youâre not around to help me!â
you toss it to the side, laughing as he pulls you into his arms, aggressively planting kisses all over your face. he walks you back until you both fall onto the bed, his fingers crawling up the hem of your shirt.
âwait, is that my phone vibrating?â
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âwhat if sheâs the one, tsumiki?â you hear shoko sigh, exasperated.Â
âlike your one true love?â
âyeah! whatâs happening to me? i donât even believe in that stuff.â
you and gojo exchange an amused look. no wonder megumi had texted.Â
âhave you told utahime any of this?â your wise-beyond-her-years 13 year old asks.
âwhat? why would i do that?â
âif you donât tell her how you feel, youâll both regret it for the rest of your life!â
âutahime and shoko?â gojo whispers. âsince when?â
you roll your eyes, swatting at his chest. âsince always! you seriously never noticed? she had the biggest crush on her when we were in school.â
âi think i was just too busy looking at you.âÂ
you canât help the way you smile at that, your heart a butterfly beat in your chest âyou need to stop, because weâre here to save megumi and if you keep sweet talking meâŠâ
he tucks himself snugly against your back, setting his chin into the crook of your neck. âiâm more of a hands-on learner, so maybe if you show me whatâll happenââ
âfinally,â megumi sighs, relieved.Â
âwhoa,â gojo stops him, tugging on the handle of the backpack over megumiâs shoulderâs. âwhatâs this for?â
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the backpack was for exactly what gojo feared. megumi sleeps soundly between you both in that gorgeous king-sized bed.Â
âis this what the rest of our lives are gonna look like?â he asks, fingertips brushing your forehead.
âbetter get used to abstinence, pal.â
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can i please request james potter w a shy, touch starved reader? maybe she just really really wants a hug and a cuddle but sheâs too shy to ask him for one, so sheâs just kinda awkwardly trying to reach for him until he picks up on it and tells her she can always have a hug and heâll never reject her like that?? thank youu <33
thanks for requesting!!
james potter x fem!reader
You curl up on the couch, legs tucked into your abdomen as you pull your book off the coffee table and settle on the sofa. You flick to the page you were on and start reading, so deep in your book that you didn't realise James had arrived.
He set his bag down on the seat next to you and you looked up, startled, until you realised it was just your boyfriend. You gave him a soft smile. "Hi," he whispered, leaning down to give you a kiss.
"Hey," you murmured, allowing him to press your lips together. He got up and you fidgeted slightly, wanting him to be next to you. You pulled at his arm awkwardly, watching carefully as he moved away from you. "Where're you going?" you asked shyly.
James looked back, surprised. "Just gonna shower," he replied, a crooked grin spreading onto his face. "Wanna join me, honey?"
You blushed, hiding your face in your book. "No, that's okay," you responded, your voice so quiet he had to strain his ears to hear it. "You go ahead, James."
Returning back to your book, you didn't notice that James had flopped back down onto the couch. "Is something wrong?" he asked, furrowed brows and all.
You looked away, because if you didn't, you would most certainly start crying. "No, nothing's wrong."
He pressed a finger under your chin, moving your face to meet his eyes. Noticing the tears that had began to swell in your eyes, he frowned sympathetically. "Hey." His voice was deep and concerned.
James moved to wrap you in his arms, palms coming up to scratch at your scalp soothingly. You buried your face in his chest, willing the tears to go away. "Sweetheart, you're okay," he crooned over you, his lips pressing a myriad of kisses all over your head. "You can cry."
And so you did. Soft sobs that had been trapped for too long escaped, and he held you together through it all, his hold never faltering. When the tears faded, you stayed enveloped in his arms, and he let you, knowing the pressure was exactly what you needed.
"Don't apologise." He pressed a finger to your lips, always seeming to know what you were about to say. "You did absolutely nothing wrong, lovely girl." He paused. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
When you hesitated, he added, "I can't help you if you don't tell me, baby."
You leaned your head on his shoulder. "I just wanted a hug," you admitted, the statement making you feel clingy and embarrassing.
James's face softened, and so did his touch, if it could be any more gentle. "You never have to ask for a hug. You know that, right?"
You giggled at his stern tone. "I know that now."
The corner of his lips turned up at your laugh. "Good."
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Hiiii!
I saw your post about requesting for Joost, and idk if this is good but I'll try my best!(first time requesting something btw)
So, we all looooove some good jealousy prompts right?(or am I just weird?)
I saw some about reader being jealous and blah blah blah but how about a jealous Joost?
He isn't the type to be easily jealous he really isn't! He trusts you with his life! But... what if HE isn't enough?
He's on tour, away from you for months. He hates it but he loves it at the same time, on one side: his work is being seen, he's getting money, he's visiting other countries. But on other side... you're away from each other and it kills him.
So, one night, he just got back from a show, he showered on the hotel bathroom, he's drying his hair with a towel while he sees random stuff on insta, he sits on the fresh hotel bed when he sees one new story from you.
You're smiling and there's a friend of yours, smiling too, with a caption:"thanks for the amazing night (friend nickname) you're the best! â€ïž"
And the two of you are at you favorite restaurant.
You did mentioned to joost that you were feeling lonely without him, that work was killing you and you wanted to go out... he is happy for you, of course, but... he just wishes it was HIM next to you on the photo, it was HIM that took you out. HIM that you were sending heart emojis to.
(Maybe reader and joost are dating or maybe you could do a friends to lovers on this one)
So, as soon as he's back, he's knocking on your apartment door.
He doesn't even waits, as soon as you open the door, he hugs you, he's all over you.
"Joost?! You're back already?? Oh I missed you too!"
You hug him back.
Joost lives this. This peace. This warmth. This love, his heart bursting with adoration, he wants to prove to you that he's the best, that no friend could ever replace him!
Sorry if this is not good! Anyway, thanks for even reading this!
a/n: omg thank you so much for this prompt anon! i looove a good detailed prompt, i think i stuck mainly to your request, i really only changed some dialogue to fit the story! side note... i had a lot of trouble formatting this for some reason, so hopefully this posts ok. tumbr is giving me grief lmao
Irreplaceable | Joost Klein
content: gn! reader, Joost wins Eurovision (as he should), drinking, a singular dirty joke, allusion to smut if you squint, and hickies. alternating POVS, some dutch, mostly pet names (schat, lieverd, liefje), and small phrases (ik hou van jou= i love you, het spijt me= i'm sorry)
word count: 3,630
Your fingers sweep across the glowing keyboard of your phone. The intense bright white of the display in contrast with the dark of the restaurant that surrounds you makes you lower your eyes into a squint, the letters blurring before you.
Much needed night with my girl <3
You reposition the text to fit with the picture, a half-tipsy selfie you had taken just moments prior with your best friend, Anna. Your finger hovers over the "your story" button on the bottom left corner of your screen. You do one last scan of the photo, looking at the wide grins of you and your friend, you couldn't remember the last time you had seen yourself so happy.
You tap the button, deciding the photo is worthy to be seen by your whopping 400 Instagram followers.
"Did I look hot in that?" Anna's voice pulls you away from your phone, you place it face down against the white tablecloth in front of you. She's raising an eyebrow at you as her red lipstick coated lips curl into a smirk. She swirls a nearly empty glass of red wine in her hand.
"Of course," You grin, "When do you not?"
"Good point." She winks before raising the glass to her lips, finishing what was left in a single swig.
You'd been more than grateful for Anna taking you out tonight. Truth be told, the last few weeks had been bleak. They consisted mostly of you sitting at your kitchen counter, hunched over your computer doing work. Who knew working from home could be so stressful. You'd been completely swamped ever since a co-worker who had shared your position switched companies. Now you were stuck doing double the work for the same pay.
But maybe even worse than the stress of work was the loneliness of it. Taking a remote job had seemed ideal when you accepted the position, however, now you realized it was just like working any other office job without any of the human connection or interaction.
Your life hadn't always been this lonely, but you guessed that was the price you paid for living the city life, coupled with dating a musician.
Joost had been doing music since you met him a year and a half ago, and in that short amount of time, you never would have expected how huge he would have gotten. A summer hit in Germany and a fucking Eurovision win catapulted him into success.
Of course, you were more than proud of him, in fact, words couldn't even describe how happy you were for him. He deserved each and every fan, and each and every stream.
But being a musician meant being busy, and in particular, being on tour for weeks to months at a time.
Truth be told, during these last five weeks, Joost was on tour you had been living vicariously through videos posted online of his performances, desperately wishing you were in the crowd getting to watch him do what he loved every night. You would scroll intently in the isolating darkness of your apartment, at this point you had to have seen every angle of every single performance he'd done on tour thus far. It at least helped you feel a little less alone, watching how he smiled on stage, adoring the crowd, similar to the ways he had adored you.
You'd barely left the house since Joost had started touring, but you owed everything to Anna for forcing you out tonight. You were actually enjoying yourself.
A shadow looms over you, forcing you out of your thoughts. Your head whips to the side, and your waiter is standing over you
"Whenever you're ready." He places the black leather book in the middle of the table and nods as his lips press into a tight smile before walking away.
"Dinner's on me," Anna smiles slyly, her hand darting out and swiping the check from where it lay on the table. You can't say you're shocked by her offer, she had always been generous, but your heart is warmed by her kindness.
"Oh you don't have t-"
"Yes I do," She cuts you off. "This is your night out. Remember?"
"Thank you," You grin.
"Don't mention it," she opens the book, glancing down at the check, "Oh," She looks up at you, "Zoë asked if we want to meet her, Noor, and Hanna for drinks after this. They're at that bar a few blocks away. And seeing as I drank most of this bottle of wine, I reckon you need a few more drinks in you"
Your head bobs up and down, nodding, "More drinks sounds just about perfect right now."
Moments later the waiter is coming by again, taking the check off the table.
You look down at your phone on the table, flipping it over. The screen shines bright, revealing two notifications.
Joostklein liked your story
Joostklein replied to your story: have fun, liefje <3
A smile creeps onto your face and your chest swells with a warmth that both comforts you and stings at the same time. What you would give to have him here right now. Your thumb grazes over the screen, tapping the message to respond.
"C'mon y/n" Your head flings up at the sound of Anna's voice, "I got my card back, we should get going."
You nod, standing up from your seat, slipping your still open phone into the pocket of your jacket.
Joost lay on the stiff linens of a hotel bed. The lingering scent of his shampoo filled his nose as he took a deep breath, turning over his phone to check his notifications once again. Nothing.
It had been three hours and fifteen minutes since he noticed that you saw his response to your Instagram story, three hours and fifteen minutes since you saw his response and didn't respond.
He flips his phone back down, turning to his side, the pillow is damp against his face from his freshly washed hair. He closed his eyes and thought about that picture of you, how you smiled so wide, the way your eyes twinkled. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about it, it was almost like a reflex to him. Seeing you in such a state brought him an unexplainable warmth.
However, a part of him felt weird, a strange sense of yearning as he thought about the photo, Anna so close to you, the way you thanked her, complete with a heart. Part of him hoped that that was him taking you out to eat, him getting you to smile like that. But it wasn't, and it hadn't been him in a long time, and it wouldn't be, not for a while.
Of course, the two of you shared heartfelt messages with each other every day, and phone calls whenever you could. But it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same as being right there with you in person. It was hard for him, and he knew it was hard for you too.
In an instant, he's thinking about the last phone call you shared, just yesterday, the way you'd broken down in tears to him, about your workload, about how isolated you'd been feeling. He tried to keep composed, but he knew that he was part of the reason you were crying, though you never outright blamed him. All he could do was gently coo to you on the other end of the phone, softly pleading with you to not cry, that you would be alright. Truth be told he wanted to curl up and die in that moment. He'd never forget the sound of your wavering voice, the way it cracked just before a desperate sob clawed its way out of your throat, "I just miss you so much."
Part of him wondered if you would ever get sick of this if one day you would wake up and realize you didn't want a boyfriend who was gone all the time.
He had no problem with you spending a night out with your friends, in fact, he was ecstatic that you seemed to be having a good time, it was the fact that he wasn't able to share that good time with you that led to the sinking feeling in his chest that he felt now. You having left him on seen had only added insult to injury. If he really thought about it, he'd much rather feel this jealousy than have you cooped up in your empty apartment all night.
He shook his head, rolling onto his side, damning himself for feeling so selfish right now.
He turned his phone over once more, and the time flashed in front of him, 1:47 AM. Fuck. It was later than he thought. His jealousy was completely replaced by worry, and his stomach flipped. Surely it was far too late for you to still be at dinner, you'd told him you'd text him when you got home.
Anxiety set in as he began to weigh his options, either he could call you and potentially disturb your night out, or not call you, leaving you unbothered, but leaving him worried about where you were. After all, what if something happened, he'd never forgive himself for not calling.
He unlocked his phone, scrolling his recent calls so he could call you. He swore he could hear his heart beating as the phone rang, once, twice, three, four times-
"Hmm hi mmbaby." Your words are sloppy on the other end, and for a moment Joost worries that he may have woken you up, until he clocks the combination of the stifled thumping of music, and screeches of laughter.
"Hoi schat, where are you?" His eyebrows furrow
"I am..." You trail off, "I am at a bar, like, i think. I think two blocks from the restaurant- wherever I was." You sigh.
"Are you drunk, lieverd, who's there?" Joost cringes at his words, silently cursing himself for his interrogative tone.
"Ummm... Maybe a little, or a lot" You giggle, "And um- Anna, duh, and... Hanna..." You pause to laugh for a moment, "Anna and Hanna," You repeat, obviously fascinated with the rhyme, "And Zoë and Noor."
"Okay," Joost sinks into the bed, relief washes over him when he recognizes the names of who you're with. "I don't want to bother, I just wanted to make sure you're okay." He's timid, it's unlike him to be so quiet, his words softly tip-toeing around his true feelings, feelings of how bad he wishes it could be him you were out with right now.
"Okay?" You repeat with more emphasis, "Not ok...I am great!"
"That's good to hear." He hopes his jealousy doesn't peak through his short words, it feels terrible, his stomach has tied itself up in knots and the guilt he feels for feeling this way strangles him.
He thought about the nights the two of you would go out drinking together, the way your eyes would light up when a song you liked played, you'd grip his hand tight, forcing him out up so he could dance with you. He'd always end up more drunk off his love for you than he did from the alcohol, no matter how much he drank. By the end of the night, like clockwork, the bartender would be shouting that it was last call, and Joost would stand at the bar, taking the remaining sips of his final drink. Your head would rest against his arm, eyes barely open. You'd complain your feet hurt from all the dancing you'd been doing, your voice thick with intoxication and exhaustion. As the two of you headed out, he'd let you climb on his back so he could carry you to wherever the pair of you were going. He'd love nothing more than to feel that now, to feel the comforting weight of your body against his back, to feel your arms wrapped around his neck, your head nuzzled against him, the warmth of your breath tickling the skin of his neck.
"I'm so happy," You state, and Joost can almost hear your smile through the phone. "M'so happy. Love my friends."
"Sounds like they're taking good care of you,"
"Yes, such such good care of me, don't you worry - they will have me back home in one piece."
"Goed, will you be home soon?"
"Mmmprobably, my feet huuuurt." You whine, causing Joost to let out a small chuckle, like clockwork, "Nngh- If only I had a tall, handsome, strong, dutch man, preferably one who is blonde and has a mustache and is also named Joost Klein to carry me home." You sigh loud and dramatically.
Your words sting, Joost knows you don't mean them to, but he can't help but feel a twinge in his chest at how badly he wishes he were the one taking you home.
"I'll carry you wherever you want when I get home, to make up for my absence, you won't have to walk a single step ever again."
Joost's face lights up hearing you giggle on the other end, but suddenly your laughter dies down, and you sigh once more,
"I think- I should go,"
"That's alright, get home safe, ik hou van jou"
"I love you t-,"
"Eyy," Joost cuts you off, "In Dutch."
"Ik hou ook van jou."
Joost <3:
Flight was cancelled, I don't know when I'll be able to get on another, het spijt me, I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight.
It had been a whole eight weeks that Joost had been gone, and as you stared down at the text you just received, it felt like if you had were to spend one more second apart from him you might just explode.
Sure a cancelled flight may only delay you seeing your boyfriend for a few hours, maybe a day at most, you could still feel the tears welling up in your eyes. It already felt so late, you didn't want to wait anymore. You tilt your head back, blinking rapidly to fight the small droplets pooling in your waterline.
Your phone chimes again.
Joost <3:
I'll see you soon, I promise, Oké?
You're barely able to read the message through your wet eyes before there's a knock at your door. You sniffle, and quickly dry your tears, confused at who would be knocking on your door at this time. You slowly rise up from your bed, walking with trepidation towards the door.
You press your chest up against the door, closing one eye tight to look through the peephole. As your gaze adjusts, you feel your heart slip down to you the stomach it couldn't be.
Quick, trembling fingers are racing to unlock the locks of your apartment door before flinging it open. It was.
There Joost was, standing before you. A grin plastered onto his face, he'd been holding something in each hand, a bouquet of flowers in one, a bottle of wine in the other, but still his arms were stretched out, inviting you in for a hug.
Before you can even think of a word to speak you're running into his arms, wrapping your own arms around his torso. The familiar warmth of his body heat fills your body.
He must be able to hear the sound of your heart from how loud its beating, or at the very least, feel its rapid pulses against his chest. You nuzzle your face against him, taking in the gentle scent of his cologne. It's so familiar, and inviting, and you feel nothing but overwhelming love as you let Joost overwhelm your senses.
"You don't know how much I've missed you." His kisses pause for a moment as he mumbles against your hair.
"I've missed you too," You strengthen your grip around his waist, "So much."
"Let me put this stuff down so I can give you a real hug, ok?"
You don't want to let go, not even for a moment, you'd spent far too long without him, and you feared if you let him go, even just for a second, he would disappear again. Reluctantly, you let your arms fall from his torso, sighing at the lack of warmth you feel as your body separates from his. He steps around you, leaning over to kiss your cheek as he passes you, "Stay here,"
"Huh?" You question, about to step forward to follow him into your apartment.
"No, no no- stay there." Joost quickly whips his head back around, moving towards the kitchen counter to place the wine and the flowers. He looks up and smiles before heading towards you.
His arms wrap around your lower back, beckoning for you to jump a little so you can put your legs around his hips and he can carry you. Once Joost had you steadily in his arms, he walked forward, letting go with one arm to quickly shut the door behind the two of you before placing it back around you once more.
"I told you, you wouldn't have to walk when I get back,"
"Hmm, won't have to or won't be able to?" You smirk as you push your body against his, laying your head on Joost's shoulder, he shakes his head, clicking his tongue.
"Such a dirty mind." He chastises
You place soft, passionate kisses against Joost's neck, slowly trailing up to his jaw, before eventually planting a kiss on his lips. He wastes no time in kissing you back, his lips hungrily going after your own. Your hands find your way into his hair, your nails softly scratching at his head as gently pull at the blonde strands.
Joost breaks the kiss so he can turn around, placing you on the kitchen counter. He stands in front of you, in between your legs, you wrap them around him in an effort to bring him closer to you. Your head flips to the side,
"Are these for me?" you pull at one of the flower petals with your thumb and pointer finger, feeling its soft velvety texture.
"Of course, and the wine. Well, I guess that's for us. I'll order us some takeaway, I know it's not as going out- but I promise I'll take you out tomorrow, I'll make up for every second I was gone," Joost's fingers gently grip your jaw, pulling you to face him. Your eyes meet his, deep and blue, filled with a light you missed all too well, "I'm sorry, liefje, for making you so lonely."
"You know that's not your fault." You tilt your head, pouting at his consolation. His words cut, how could he blame himself?
"It's okay if you say it is," His hand trails up your face, resting his palm against your jaw, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your cheek, "You can tell me."
You stare at him with wide eyes, your brain searching for the right words to properly convince him that he has done nothing wrong.
"No," You manage to whisper, "You don't know how happy it makes me to know you're performing every night, to know you're doing what you love."
"But if I wasn't gone all the t-"
"I wouldn't trade this situation for the world." You cut him off, staring at him intensely, hoping to communicate how deeply you mean your words.
"Okay," Joost concedes, his voice quiet, he was never one to fight you on things, "But one day, when I make enough money, I'll take care of you," He cranes his neck, planting a kiss against the opposite cheek of where his hand rests. The stubble of his facial hair is scratchy against your skin, in an oddly comforting way, it's familiar, and it reminds you of your close proximity. You sigh, drinking in the intimacy of the moment as his lips lower to your neck. He pulls away briefly, "You won't have to work another second and I'll take you everywhere with me."
A soft smile pulls at the corners of your mouth, and you cannot help the heat that floods your body as you picture your future together. It's a comforting picture, and it makes all the waiting, all the lonely nights worth it.
Your hand reaches out, tugging at the thick fabric of his sweatshirt, attempting to pull him even closer to you, like you wanted your bodies to intertwine, to fuse and become one so you'd never have to be without him again.
"I can't wait," Your words are short, your breath getting caught in your throat as Joost nips at your neck. His lips are soft, soothing the tingling pinch of his teeth against your skin.
His breath is hot, and each kiss is filled with an ardent longing. Warmth spreads through your stomach as his hand slips to the back of your neck, his fingers thread through the strands of your hair, before tugging gently, careful not to hurt you. But it is enough to make your breathing shaky and you wonder if you're even going to get to break open that bottle of wine anytime soon.
You hope he leaves a mark against your neck, you hoped he'd leave many. If you were in any space to talk, you'd speak up and tell him as much, begging for a pretty purple and red reminder of where he'd been.
As much as you ached for it, you didn't really need a mark to remind you of his love for you. You knew every word he spoke was true, how he'd make up for every second he spent without you, how as soon as he had the means to he'd provide fully for you. It was obvious, his love was warm, it was soft, it was something completely irreplaceable.
a/n: hiii!! wow my first time writing for Joost, I haven't written rpf in awhile, so i hope i did it justice! and thank you so much again anon for the request, i hope it is to your liking :-)
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Iâm so ashamed to be requesting this⊠but Iâve been looking everywhere for a shower smut with Miguel OâHara and I feel like I can trust you not to let me downđ©đ©đ if you can, ONLY if you can I donât wanna be a bother.
Hey, no need to be ashamed haha! Thatâs so sweet of you, thank you for trusting me with this đ and I hope this short blurb doesnât let you down⊠I wrote this instead of focusing on my assignment lol!
Miguel smut under the cut, 18+ only
Your muscles were aching, the hot water spraying down your back helping to release some of the tension there. You had a long day and couldnât wait to get home for some down time, and a hot shower was the perfect start to your relaxing evening. You hear the bathroom door open and the blurry large shadow of Miguel in the doorway. You know itâs him just by his sheer size, nobody else you knew took up that much space.
âMig, can you grab me a towel? I forgot!â You shout, turning to rinse the shampoo out of your hair.
âYou always forget,â he grumbles lowly, thinking you canât hear him but heâs closer now.
âYeah, I know I know, can you just get meâ no, no! You canât justâ!â
It was too late. Miguel had stripped his clothes in record time â or maybe he walked into the bathroom already naked â and joined you in the shower, his height effectively blocking the water from spraying on you as his broad frame took up most of the shower space.
âYou got me all wet, nena,â he says looking down at you, slowly backing you against the tile wall behind you.
âI didnât tell you to come insideâŠâ
He sniffs out a laugh.
âActuallyââ
âShut up. Just shut up.â
Reaching a hand up to pull him by the neck down, down, down to meet your lips, your tongues collide hotly under the spray of hot water. Pretty soon, youâre a moaning mess under his skillful tongue and roaming hands, lost in the sensation of your loverâs touch.
Miguel lifts you against the tiles and you gasp into his mouth at the cool wall against your back while he groans at the feeling of his hard cock bobbing against your core. Heâs rubbing himself against you, effectively making you drip for him while the water ran down his back.
Both of you were wet now.
Removing himself from your lips for a moment, he rests his forehead against yours to look into your eyes and smile, a rare one, a real one. You donât see this one often.
âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âTan buena que eres conmigo,â Mig tells you quietly before lining up his fat tip with your entrance and slowly pushing forward, kissing you again when you start moaning at the intrusion.
Itâs always a stretch, no matter how much he tries to prep you. Inch by thick inch, he bullies his way into your cunt, massaging your breasts and mouthing at them to distract you. The sound when his lips wrap around your slippery skin is sinful, popping off your peaks with a satisfied hum while your chest heaves from everything youâre feeling.
Heâs everywhere, around you and inside you all at once. Itâs overwhelming in the best way possible.
Once he bottoms out, he waits for your go ahead, a small nod while you rest your head against the cool tiles has him starting to pull out nefariously slow, intent on making you loose and pliant by the end of the session. Bucking his hips, he fills you again and again, pressing your body into the shower wall and grunting on every pass.
The water was already hot and the way heâs fucking you has you burning up, the coil tightening in your belly so much that youâre about to pass out. He notices your breath coming out shallower.
âNeeded me to loosen you up, isnât that right nena? Uh huh?â
Youâre whining incoherently, eyes shut against the tiles as he plows into your pussy. You try to answer him but all that comes out are pathetic noises that you know only feed his ego.
âWhat was that, baby? Youâre close, arenât you, can feel youâ ahhhhh!â He groans out loud when you finally gush around his girth, body shuddering in his arms.
Completely reliant on his strength to hold you up â the way youâre impaled on him also helping â you let go. Utterly and entirely, you let yourself go in his arms, trusting him to take care of you.
Gripping your ass as he holds you up, Miguel continues to fuck into your fluttering hole, bucking his hips untimely as he nears his own end after feeling yours. His growls and grunts are bordering on animalistic, the smooth golden planes of his body catching your eyes as you ride out his assault on your pussy. The way his biceps ripple when he flexes his hands holding you up, the way the vein in his neck throbs when heâs breathing heavily, the way his abs flutter when heâs close to cumming â
Heâs absolutely stunning, and heâs all yours.
And heâs making you his, coming inside you and pressing his hips into yours, after essentially drilling you into the shower wall, he holds you there while groaning through his release.
The stress you were carrying was all gone, replaced with everything Miguel. You couldnât wait to spend the rest of your evening with him.
S/o to my translator â @xbellaxcarolinax â€ïž
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Hello đđŸ
nsfw pic under the cut.. đ€
ARE YOU CRAZY BRAH. IM RUNNIN LAPSSSSS.
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haii >:3 i was wondering of you could write a thing on if reader was a classmatw of gojo when they were in jujutsu tech? ur hsbullt gojo was really well written đ
sorry if i sound rude, im not familiar with how tumblr works ;(
hey there!! thank u sm for ur ask nonnie ! hope this is good... and donât worry!!!! ur perfectly fine my love đ€
classmates | satoru gojo x reader
cw: calls u princess, swearing
1:34PM. 5/21/06 - JUJUTSU TECH GYM - more than friends, less than lovers
"fucking hell, satoru!" you rub your head slowly, gritting your teeth as pain hammers the side of your skull; feels like a bruise is going to form, and youâre pretty sure you have basketball line marks on your face.
satoru jogs over to you, the rubber soles of his shoes squeaking on the gym floor. there's that pesky grin on his lips again, and his eyes shine, a vibrant glow of youth. heâs not apologetic at all, you think with gritted teeth. he slows to a stop a few yards away from you, a panting, sweaty mess, yet you find yourself irritably drawn to him either way. he shoots you a quick wink, fanning himself with his shirt in a way that lets the dip of his hip expose itself to the musty air of the gym. a droplet of sweat slides down his skin, and your face burns.
"yo! pass me that ball, [name]." he waves an eager hand towards you, and you roll your eyes, tossing the basketball in his direction. it lands square on his chest with a thump, eliciting a little âoofâ from his lips and pressing the cotton of his shirt against his damp skin. and it sticks, defining his muscles in patches of wet cloth. the summer heat must really be getting to you, because the sound of his voice has your thoughts running far, far away from you.
youâre yanked back into reality when a little huff escapes his glossy lips, wiping his forehead and messing up his soft white hair, stray strands clinging together over his eyes. shoko made away with his sunglasses, which means youâve got a front seat view of those gorgeous, yet equally uncanny irises. "hey, you've got a solid throw. you should give it a shot, yeah? why not join me 'n suguru for a roundâ"
âhell no.â
he just laughs at that, haughty and everything you should really learn to hate as he turns on his heel and heads back toward the center of the court, where suguru is waiting with an irked expression on his face.
âsuit yourself, princess.â he tosses a wave in your direction of his shoulder, and you raise a hand to your chest, feeling your heart slam against your ribcage.
9:02AM. 11/06/07 - JUJUTSU TECH CLASSROOM - best friends
âso.â
gojo glances at you, as if surprised you broke the silence. you can see your own reflection in the lens of his shades, hiding his gaze from the world. sunlight filters in through the windows; itâs early, a break between classes. it shouldnât be stuffy in the classroom with the windows open, but it still feels suffocating.
you stare at him, and he stares back from his seat atop your desk. his lips are curved down in that usual unamused look heâs always sporting, but there seems to be weight in his shoulders; a ghost tugging his muscles down, stiffening the muscles in his neck to the point where you wish you could just offer him a massage. but youâre not sure if heâd let you get close enough to ever do that.
âwhat?â he snaps, glaring at you as he sticks his bottom lip out. at least, you think heâs glaringâ itâs been harder to tell lately, whatâs on his mind. not that you were ever able to read him easily before, though. he likes to hide.
you kick the leg of the desk heâs sitting on with a foot, sighing and humming to yourself for a moment or two. you donât see it, but gojoâs expression softens slightly and he looks back up at the ceiling again, callused fingers curling around the edge of the desk. the pale color of his skin makes the veins on his hands more prominent; a subtle, muted blue that makes you want to run a hand over his arm.
the two of you had stopped by a store that morning. youâd bought a cup of coffee and two onigiri for yourselves, but it seems like heâs already finished his. you know right now is the prime time for his appetite to flare upâ with adolescence and all, but he doesnât seem to be eating much. or at least, not from what you can tell.
âhere, have this.â
gojo glances down at you once more, letting himself observe you with his full vision; not one thatâs always hidden behind a layer of thick black stained glass, meant to absorb the pain and the headaches for him. you, whoâs so gentle and soft with himâ surely you wouldnât cause him any sort of aching, if not for the one inside the cavity of his chest. it takes him a moment to realize youâre holding out something to himâ your onigiri, half eaten. thereâs a shriveled little plum showing, burrowed between the layers of sticky rice and dry seaweed wrappings.
heâs uncharacteristically silent as he grabs it from you, the crinkle of the plastic wrapping the only noise in the world as he stares at it for a moment before starting to eat. his cheek puffs when he starts chewing; the bob of his adamâs apple in his throat when he swallows makes it hard for you to stifle a smile. even with the weight of all heâs carrying, gojo still manages to look like a child every now and then. you canât help but think heâs grown up too fast.
you let a moment of silence pass, stealing a long glance at him as he busies himself with his half of the rice ball, wolfing it down.
âi know i cant offer much to you, satoruâŠâ you started quietly; tenderly, if he listened closely. the way you say his name makes his throat constrict in a way heâs not familiar with.
ââŠbut if you ever need somethingâ anythingâ iâll be here. plus, i never finish my onigiri anyway. so you can have the half i donât eat,â you laughed, closing your eyes and listening to the morning breeze outside. gojo takes the opportunity to observe you; the soft curve of your cheeks, the way your lashes curl, the soft fade of your full lips at the edges and the hair that frames your face.
you can feel his eyes on you, but you let him get away with it. it feels like an infinite eternity goes by before his voice finally cuts through the thick air.
ââŠhave you been resting? the bags under your eyes are darker than usual.â he pokes at you, shifting again, but you seem to revel in the comfortable familiarity of his banter; something that makes his heart ache in a way only you elicit from him. the way you pull at his heart strings is so natural and easy that itâs unnatural to ignore.
âprobably more than you have,â you teased. gojo sniffles, and you chalk it up to the seasonal illnesses.
2:46AM. 12/07/08 - JUJUTSU TECH DORMS - ?
itâs half past two in the morning when you get gojoâs text. or, more accurately, the one you forced him to send when he returned from his mission.
m done. u can come pver
he looks a little too much like a zombie when you knock on the door of his dorm and it swings open for you, revealing him in all his tired glory. the bags under his eyes are redder and darker than usual, and his hair is tussled and messy. itâs obvious he hasnât bothered to clean himself up. his white tee is stained with something damp; his tears, but you donât dwell on it. thereâs a bandaid on the bottom of his jaw; you can see a hint of angry red scrapes peeking out from beneath the beige material.
âyou look like shit.â
âare you gonna come in or not?â
you oblige and step inside, the plastic bag in your hand rustling with each movement. itâs a bit loud, and you just pray you donât get caught sneaking into gojoâs room this late at night. at least you know which boards creak.
he closes the door behind you, crossing his arms over his chest and observing you. you look the same as you always do, but the way your hair falls over your face makes him want to brush it back, like some unresolved impulse. he doesnât do anything about it; hanging around you for so long has taught him how to keep himself in control. for as long as he can manage, anyway.
he speaks up first, voice hoarse and low with lack of use. âwhatâs in the bag?â he makes it sound like itâs something illegal. and at this point, youâre not sure if the feeling that pushes you to do things for him should be considered so, because sometimes it feels like it.
âa birthday cake. orâ itâs a fruit tart i stayed up to make.â you said, placing the bag on his cluttered desk, pushing away photo frames and bloody tissues and pencils shaven down to eraser stubs to make room for the box. satoru meanders over to you, peering over your shoulder with one hand on the desk to support himself. you can feel his breath on your neck, hot even in the darkness. it makes your hands clammy.
moonlight spills in from the windows next to his bed, but itâs not enough, so you turn on the lamp and open the box. the tartâs been through quite a bitâ jostled in transport, marred in the makingâ but the sweet smell of fruit and cream makes his mouth water nonetheless.
âwow, thatâs nice of you. weirdly so, actually. are you really [name]?â you can hear the grin in satoruâs voice, and you know he can hear the exasperation in your voice when you reply, using the plastic utensils you packed to cut a slice for him. the red strawberry juice stains the cream as your knife slices through, a rivulet of vermillion.
âshut up and be grateful. you get the slice with kiwi and the rotten blueberries just for that,â you huff, indignantly in a way that reminds satoru of a rather petulant housecat. he takes the tart from you, cold fingers ghosting over yours as the golden brown crust crumbles in his palm.
ignoring the sour berries, the taste is like a bite of heaven, but not the distant kind thatâs hidden behind a veil of clouds. the kind thatâs only found within the quaint, humble warmth of a homely kitchen, made with love by oneâs own hand. your hand. the knowledge tastes all the sweeter on his tongue.
heâs snapped from his dazed pastry-savoring stupor when you speak up again, enjoying a slice of your own.
âhappy birthday, gojo.â he stiffens, but heâs not quite sure why. if you notice his change in demeanor, you donât say anything about it.
âcongrats to another year,â you smiled, lifting up your half-eaten tart, not unlike the onigiri youâd shared with him a year ago. except this time he reciprocates, and you share a toast of berries and cream in the darkness of his dorm, at 3am on a quiet sunday.
the dorms are silent. the only sound is the wind outside, throwing leaves and dust at the window panes as it sings a tune in ode to winter. come tomorrow, itâll likely be silenced by a coating of thick, white snow; unmoving, burying the secrets of the earth beneath the glittering icicles. not unlike the boy next to you, with pretty blue eyes that are constantly focused yet distant all the same, hair the color of clouds and face worn with age unbefitting of a child.
come tomorrow, the snow will fall and snuff out the life of the flowers and plants. but in this tranquil bubble of time, satoru is as free as a dove outside of its silver cage.
he reaches over, pulling you in by the sleeve of your night shirt and pressing a quick, chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. it happens in the blink of an eye; a moment of impulse, where for once, he allows himself to breathe; to let down the walls he literally holds up around him, to let his fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes and breathe in your scent, taste the heat on your skin and the buttery sweet crumbs dotting the curve of your lips; the dips in the corners of your mouth that make you always look so pretty when you smile.
when he pulls away, he refuses to meet your gaze, instead staring down at the only remaining clue of the tart in his palmâ a single, rotten blueberry, squishy and soft. the silence rings in his ear as his face becomes hot.
âwhat was that for?â you ask quietly, staring angrilyâ in embarrassment, into nothing.
âthere were crumbs on your mouth,â he explains.
nothing more, nothing less.
my (riaki) stuff. donât repost and/or plagiarize !
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guys who can cum from just their nipples are hot as hell
i absolutely 10000% agree.
guys whose nipples are so sensitive and they're so embarrassed over the fact.
who think that you won't like it-or god forbid find it weird. who try to keep it from your attention at all costs. anytime you even go near the area they're focusing your attention elsewhere, no matter how much they ache for you to touch them there.
who lay back whenever you aren't home, pinching their nipples, rolling them between their pointer finger and thumb, unable to help the needy whimper that spill from their lips.
who imagine it's you, twisting and squeezing them. maybe you'd praise them, tell them how pretty their nipples were. maybe you'd degrade them, call them dirty and slutty for liking their nipples being played with.
maybe you'd lick them.
the thought immediately has them throbbing, licking their own fingers before bringing them back to the swollen pink nubs, crying out at how good it feels.
how could anyone ever find that weird? with how pretty they look, cheeks flushed, mouth open, spilling moan after moan out of red-bitten lips.
"baby," they choke, "what are you doing?" it's obvious what, but it's always fun to tease.
they stare back, eyes wide, your own meeting theirs as they tug lightly at their oh so sensitive nipples, gasping as the lust grows in your eyes, focused on where they touch themself, smiling as they cum.
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a/n: ngl, i had a lot of people in thought as i wrote thisđ
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babes idk what iâm going through but itâs not a slay and your little finnick blurb thingys bring me so much joyyy đđđ i donât even know what im requesting but just more finnick thoughts
stop it ily tysm <3 here r some hcs / thoughts andd if something doesnât make sense for the universe just assume its modern! skfjsjf
>> finnick runs warm and during the summer he sleeps without a shirt on so heâs basically like ur own heater <3 a plus is that if ur cold especially during the colder months heâd hold u flush against human at some point during the night heâd end up half on top of u <3
>> he also defo needs white noise or something to fall asleep because heâs so used to having the waves crashing onto the shore in the background? maybe just a fan or something just for the noise <3 but i think when the fan doesnât work or just when both of u r too tired to turn it on, u breathing has the same affect as white noise for him <3
>> this is oddly out of place but like. a vision of watching the sunrise with him is coming to me right now <3 maybe he woke up from a nightmare or maybe he just intended to go out fishing n he ended up sitting on the steps of ur porch overlooking the beach a little too long. so u join him. half asleep and searching for his body heat with a blanket splayed over your shoulders and you lay on him, watching the sky burst with red and orange and shift until only the sun is reflecting off of the waves <3
>> i will never ever ever get over finnick and his knit sweater imagine him and his closet full of knit sweaters that only really make an appearance during the colder months but he just looks so soft in them u canât help but want to squeeze him <3
>> i donât think finnick is a coffee guy in the sense that he doesnât like the way it makes him feel? heâs definitely more of a tea person n heâd make u a mug whenever he wants one n heâd put a little honey in yours to make it sweet <3 heâd defo make u coffee if u wanted some though
>> heâd get u a little sweet treat or present every time he stops by the market <3 a bag of candy or some banana bread or a danish or some earrings really whatever reminds him of u in the moment <3 i think itâd get to a point where even the storekeepers would know itâs for u like âthis is for that partner of yours yeah? i have this pastry that i saved for themâ
ok thatâs it thank u for this babe i hope this is ok <3 ps iâm writing this right before i go to bed so none of it is proof read sorry LMAO <3
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abby would most definitely talk you through a particularly intense orgasmđ„Č ik she would.
ă talk you through it - abby anderson | NSFW ă
abby anderson x fem!reader
NSFW CONTENT BELOW MDNI
wc: 1.1k
content: use of pet names(babe, baby, love, etc.), top!abby, bottom!reader, slight dumbification?, mean/teasing!abby, orgasm denial/edging, begging, fingering (r!receiving), praise, aftercare
a/n: yessss she so wouldđ„ș i wrote a little something based off this so enjoy!!
It didnât matter that it had been at least an hour, Abby was still edging you and denying you your orgasm. You kept squirming against her chest, so pent up and spent out you were desperate. You couldnât help the cries that kept leaving your lips as her fingers pumped in and out of you. Abby considered each whimper leaving your lips as yet another plea to cum, but that didnât mean sheâd be nice and listen. When Abby suggested trying out edging, she promised she would let you cum after a few times, but it was hard to let you when she loved seeing how desperate and fucked out you got. You always looked so cute when you begged, and this time wasnât any different. She wanted you to go dumb by the time she was done with you, unable to think about anything other than her. You had agreed to the idea, turned on by the thought of having such an intense orgasm, but right now you were too frustrated to think back on the memory fondly. You just needed your releaseâone she kept denying you. You had lost count of exactly how many times she had already denied your orgasm. Five? Seven? You werenât sure anymore, but you could feel yourself getting closer again with the erratic thrusts of Abbyâs fingers. You were so full, and for a split second you thought she was actually going to let you finish, until she stopped moving completely. You felt the fire in your stomach dull, and you let out a loud whine. You just wanted to finish, but Abby wasnât ready to let you cum just yet.
âPlease, Abs? Please, let me cum. I need it so bad.â
âPoor thing,â she said fakely. She let her free hand rub your thigh like she was comforting you, knowing full well that, for the most part, she wasnât sorry at all. With you sitting between her legs and your back pressed up against her, you couldnât see the cruel smile playing on her lips. You were so desperate for her, and she got off on knowing that she was the only one who could give you the release you needed. Nobody could satisfy you like she did. âJust need to cum, huh? Is that what you want? To cum this time? Beg for it. You can do better than that.â
âPlease, please, let me finish. Please, Abs. I need you so bad. Want you to fuck me so hard. Youâre the only one who can make me cum.â
âWas that so hard? I knew you could beg better than that. Iâll let you finish, babe. Iâll give you just what you want.â She immediately started pumping her fingers inside you again, the pleasure coming over you faster than you expected. The room was filled with moans and the wet sounds of Abbyâs fingers hammering inside you. She couldnât get enough of it. âYouâre so tight,â she muttered, and itâs driving her fucking crazy. âSee how youâre feeling right now? How good you feel? Iâm the only one who can make you feel this way. No one elseâs fingers are gonna fill you up like mine.â You were so lost in the pleasure, and the only thing you were able to focus on was the sound of Abbyâs voice and the feeling of her inside you. Abby was losing her impulse control, no longer able to hold back, and started speeding up her pace. She was hitting the spot where you needed her the most, and she could tell by the pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth. She couldnât deny you another orgasm when your moans and the look on your face were so heavenly. You were starting to tighten around her fingers, signaling to her that you were getting closer. She knows she canât let up on the pace sheâs set nowânot when this is when it matters most. She needed to see that fucked out look on your face when you finally finished and came all over her fingers.
âJust like that, babe. Just like that. Come on. Cum for me, yeah?â She was finally giving you permission, and that was all you needed to hear from her. With a few more pumps of her fingers, you could feel your orgasm crashing down on you. You were tightening around Abbyâs fingers even more than before, and it was like she was seeing God. She couldnât help the words that slipped out of her lips. âGood girl,â she praised. âGood girl. Fucking tightening around me like that. Feels so good, doesnât it? Letting you cum so hard just like you needed?â You couldnât speak, not when Abby was still fucking you through your orgasm. âPoor baby canât even talk,â she said mockingly. âSo fucked out all you can think about is my fingers inside your pussy. Cumming all over me just like I asked.â She was right. She was the only thing on your mind as you gripped onto the bed sheets, letting yourself be consumed by both Abby and your orgasm. The edging had been brutal, but with the intensity of your orgasm right now, you were no longer upset or frustrated. It was all worth it. The pleasure was so white hot it felt like it was blinding. Abbyâs fingers finally stilled inside you, waiting for you to loosen up before she eventually pulled them out. You were panting a little, feeling your body start to go weak after you came down from your high. You didnât know what to say, so caught up in your head. That was the hardest you had ever come before.
âI hear you, baby,â she said, rubbing her hands over your arms. âWhy donât you sit in my lap, love?â You did as she asked, turning around and planting yourself on her lap before wrapping your arms and legs around her. She stroked your back to help you calm down, her touch so gentle and kind in comparison to her meanness earlier. âIâm right here. Youâre okay,â she reassured you. You never got this quiet after an orgasm, and she could tell you just needed the time and comfort right now. âI got you. Tell me what you need when youâre ready.â
You nodded your head, and Abby was glad to get some form of confirmation from you. She continued to rub your back, just giving you the comforting touch you need.
âCan you keep holding me?â you spoke up. You felt so tired, like you could fall asleep at any moment.
âIâll do anything you want me to, love,â she responded.
âEven if I asked you to hold me like this for a while?â
âEven that,â she confirmed. You chuckled lightly at her response, your eyes drooping more and more with each passing second. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep, so warm and safe in Abbyâs arms. She didnât mind, though, not for a second. Not when her pretty girl was fast asleep and being taken care of by her.
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chan. needy. do what u must đ«¶đœđ«¶đœđ«¶đœ
âMore,â he whispers against your lips, one hand snaking around your neck pulling you deeper into his kiss, and the other hand tugging on the hem of your t-shirt. âWe can't,â you respond as you pull away from him, letting your hands slide down from his face to rest on his chest.
Jisung could be back at any moment, having left for the cafe downstairs not too long ago. You raise your head to peek at the door before turning to face Chan âIâll be fast I promise,â his voice is soft as he speaks to you.âI don't know Chris.â You avoid making eye contact knowing that if you did lock eyes with him, youâll give in to his pleas.
Chan then takes hold of one of your wrists, guiding your hand down to the tent in his pants. âYou feel that?â You nod in return âthat's what you do to me.â Heat washes over your face as he begins to rub your hand up and down the bulge. âYou always make me so hard sweetheart.â He knows what he's doing, it's not fair, not fair at all. Your breath catches in your throat and your heart beats faster with each passing second.
You stay quiet, brain too fuzzy to make up a coherent sentence. He wants you to say something, anything, tell him no if you have to, but you don't, which makes him huff as he grows impatient. âBaby please,â Chan's words drawn out in a whine âIâll do all the work, Iâll be good for you, Iâll be fast.â
Once more, your eyes meet with his, and this time, he has a pitiful expression on his face. His eyes are glossed over, and his pupils are blown out with lust.
Chan's hips then jut up a little, yearning for more friction. âPlease,â he breathes out quietly, and you nod, giving in. âHave to be quick,â you agree as you release his cock from its restraints.
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This gives Fushigojos vibes, Gen Z Megumi always humbling Gojoâs millennial ass lmao
i love that omg đ that is exactly gojo trying to be cool around megs LOL
also consider:
âwho are you even texting at this hour? itâs so late.â
megumi doesnât even glance up from his phone as he sends another tiktok to itadori and kugisaki. âitâs eight in the evening.â
gojo, already dressed in his pyjamas, yawns. âexactly. you can tweet your friends on snapchat tomorrow.â
this time megumi does look up, if only to cast the boomer in front of him an amused glance. âwhat did you just say?â
âabout tweeter?â
ââŠitâs twitter. well, technically xââ
the sorcerer tilts his head. âokay. twitter your friends on snapchat tomorrow.â
âyou donât tweet on snapchat.â
âso it is tweeterââ
âno, itâs twitter. you snap on snapchat. but im not even on any of those right now, im on tiktok.â
âmegumi,â gojo sighs, rubbing his temples. ânow youâre just making up words.â
the teen holds up his phone, because trying to explain social media to a millennial isnât worth taking years off his life. âthis is what iâm on right now.â
gojo squints at the screen, which is showing a grey kitten with its paws on its head, screaming. âoh a video. so youâre on vine. can you send that to me so i can hashtag your mom on it?â
âoh my god.â
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