midnight show pairing: actor!Gojo x assistant!Reader

content: mdni, light angst and smut, actor au, fem reader, semi-public sex, unprotected piv sex, hickies, wall sex, creampie, secret relationship

Some secrets are meant to be kept.

You were stuck at another stupid party you were attending just to see your oh-so-stupid Satoru Gojo.

Tonight's star.

The A-list actor everyone wanted a cut of - or from.

The lights were bright, sweat pricking at your brow while you weaved through the crowd. A firm hand grabbed your wrist, twisting you around and tugging you behind him. A flash of white hair, a glimpse of blindingly blue eyes, the harsh line of his jaw, all captured in the flickers of the strobe lights.

You didn't say anything. He wouldn't have heard you over the heavy bass of some shitty song playing anyway.

Gojo dragged you into a closet the size of your room back home, forgetting to flip the lock, too preoccupied flipping you around until your cheek was pressed against the wall, his chest pressed against your back. You relaxed into him, his lips grazing against your ear in not quite a kiss.

"Did you tell anyone about us?" He huffed, but it sounded more like a whine. You weren't entirely sure what answer he wanted.

"No," You scowled, brows furrowing together.

You were just his assistant. Not a supermodel or fellow actress that he was supposed to sleeping with. Playing the pretty playboy splashed on magazine covers and billboards, busy selling sports drinks and colognes in that advertising agencies shelled out millions to cast him for.

"I'm going to tell my publicist," He muttered, the thick bulge in his pants pressed against your ass, grinding into you in time with the music still thumping loudly outside. "My manager too."

As if he'd ever actually go public with you.

"No," You repeated, more seriously this time, but not stopping him when his hands started to tug your dress up, bunching it past your hips before pulling down his zipper. His free hand held you up by your hips, adjusting you to the right height for him to have easiest access to you. "They'll just tell you to get a PR girlfriend."

"Can't you be my PR girlfriend?" Gojo complained, not hesitating to shove your underwear to the side before slipping two fingers beside, letting out a low chuckle at the fact his proximity was enough to get you soaked. Conditioned, you guess.

He was shoving his swollen cock in next, groaning at how you hissed at the stretch, fingers clenching into fists while your eyes almost rolled back. He bottomed out in a harsh thrust, your own whimper drowned out by the party on the other side of the door. His clipped nails clawed at your hips, holding you while you squirmed around him. You struggled to suck in breaths, feeling the slow drag of his tip over your cervix, how easy it was for him to find every sensitive spot and push them to their limits.

"I'm j-just your assistant," You reminded him, stuttering it out while your walls strained and squeezed around him, mouth hanging open as he abruptly picked up the pace.

He might fuck you like a lover, but his career couldn't let him settle down as something more.

Still, he scoffed, his thumb digging into your soft flesh, his hips smacking roughly into your skin as he pounded into you, trying to prove a point - or maybe just imprint himself on you. His mouth was on your neck, leaving a trail of annoyed little hickies, teeth nipping and grazing at your skin.

"You could be my girlfriend too," He hmph-ed, a little grunt escaping when your muscles pulled tight at the sound of that title leaving his lips.

"N-"

He buried himself deep enough that your no turned into a squeak, an embarrassingly weak whimper before you could past the first consenent.

Some people were born for the spotlight. You survived in the shadows.

Although, you liked his light, liked the warmth he came with. Could stand under the sun if it was by his side.

But you didn't belong there the same way he did.

"What if I say please?" Gojo pitched his voice low, grinding his tip inside the way he knew you liked it, playing dirty. Letting his kisses linger longer, ghosting over your skin and sucking so sweetly.

You were once again reminded why he was so good at his job - he could be terribly convincing when he really wanted to.

"Gojo," You stared, a sigh that sounded more like a whine when it was drawn out and interrupted by another love bite.

"Satoru when it's just us, sweetheart," He hummed into your throat, his breath warm, but your thoughts had shifted, the pressure in your core building and pulsing through you as he plunged his cock in-and-out.

Whatever protest or denial you were about to offer had left your brain. The building too, probably.

"C'mon," He teased, soft lips skimming over your collarbone as he just kept drilling into you. The hand that wasn't on your hip wrapped around your front, pulling you closer and then dipping down to toy with your clit, rolling the aching bud between his fingers and chuckling at the way you tensed. "You can say it."

You actually cried it when he dragged his thumb back over it, cumming hard as he massaged messy circles around your swollen clit. White-hot waves of pleasure flooding through your trembling thighs until you felt something equally warm begin leaking down them, soaking the underwear he'd pushed aside as he finished inside you. Husky moans that you hoped no one could hear through the wall rolling through your body as he refused to pull out, dropping his head down in the crook of your neck.

"God," Gojo murmured, more to himself than you, still lost in the afterglow, the haze of his climax as his cum slowly dripped down, probably staining his own pants from where they were hastily pulled down.

You didn't get to linger on it.

No, not when the door swung open, loud voices filtering through before a group of people you unfortunately were well-acquainted with as the other members of Satoru's staff stumbled inside, probably looking for everyone's favorite man.

They froze at the sight of him buried inside you, eyes going wide at you getting backshots in a party backroom with the guy responsible for all your paychecks.

Gojo chuckled though, pressing one last kiss against your neck.

"Well, how about we tell them now?"

a/n: this is for this mini-event, prompt #14 featuring Gojo, requested by @justbored-sv - although it was lowk inspired by the amazing @madamechrissy and her just friends fic (famous gojo makes my brain go BRRRR)

love me not! | previous<< yours, mine, his >>next

pairings: baby daddy!Geto x f!reader x coworker!Nanami

content: MDNI, coworker AU, angst and fluff, accidental pregnancy, hidden baby trope(sorta), messy relationship dynamics, jealousy, drama

You were a busy woman.

9 am? Prenatal yoga. 10:30 am? An everything shower. Noon? What would no-doubt be an extraordinarily awkward lunch with your baby daddy. 2pm? Shopping for a new dress to wear tonight. 3 pm? Buying groceries and coming back home to do chores. Which would leave you just enough time to get dressed up for your date with Nanami.

Maybe it was a little presumptuous to be primping, shaving and scrubbing your skin until you were as perfect as you could get before a date when you had a baby bump that wasn't from him.

Your efforts were unfortunately working on the wrong man.

It didn't matter where you were looking, whether you were sipping your drink or ordering your food, Suguru's stare had been stuck to you since you showed up at the restaurant.

"I, um, made you a copy of the last ultrasound," You muttered, bending over to pick up your purse and dig it out from the pocket you'd put it in before you left. His fingers grazed against yours when you held it out for him to take, his touch lingering just a few seconds longer than necessary.

"Thanks," He spoke softer to you now than he ever had before, his voice low and serene. He took his time staring at the photos, dragging over the outline of the baby's nose, pressing the pads of his fingers against the tiny shapes of his son's hands. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat bobbing. Something flickered in his dark eyes, but you'd never really been good at reading him to begin with.

Couldn't even start to decipher what every gaze meant, how to piece together all his puzzling words and expressions.

You hadn't ever expected him to want this. Agreeing to meet with him again in a daze, shocked that he was even acknowledging the fact he knocked you up.

"You can keep it," You awkwardly added.

"I have something for you," He replied, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the photos to pull out his wallet and neatly fold them and tuck it inside.

"You've given me enough," You sarcastically mumbled as you glanced away at the other restaurant patrons, wishing your waitress would return with your food already so you had another reason not to speak with him.

His last gift to you was one you'd be dealing with for the rest of your life.

Instead of his usual snide or snippy remarks, he chuckled as he returned his wallet to his pocket and dug out something else.

And it must've been the brain fog, the exhaustion of taking care of yourself and growing someone else, or one of the million things on your plate, because it looked like he was holding a ring box.

"If you're about to do what I think you're about to do," Your throat closed up before you could finish, blanking as you just kept blinking at him.

"Look, I know I've been a dick, and I have a lot to work on, but I want you and this baby, and-"

You held up your hand to stop him before he could pop open the ring box.

"You don't even like me," You frowned. "You don't have to pretend to now."

Discomfort was pricking at your armpits, palms getting clammy as you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

"That's not true," He argued, jaw clenching before he had to remind himself to release it.

You wanted to roll your eyes. All that tied you to him was a drunken mistake. One he wouldn't have made sober. It wasn't like he'd be pulling out a ring any other way, or would've willingly walked back into your life on his own.

"It's fine. We're both adults, I'm sure we can work out a schedule and co-parent," You tried to sound firm, but there was a tremble you loathed to your voice. A weakness you couldn't count on him not to exploit.

He noticed it too, a strained expression flashing across his face before he went back to that same stoicism you despised.

"At least let me go to the rest of the appointments with you. I should be the one paying," He replied, his mouth pressed back in a tight line.

"Okay," You relented, nodding.

After all, there were worse things for him to ask of you. He put the ring box up right as the waitress walked over to the table, plates of food in hand.

But you'd barely made it two bites in before he spoke up again.

"Were you going to tell me?" Suguru bluntly asked.

"I don't know," You admitted, stirring your straw around in your drink and avoiding the sharpness there'd surely be in his stare. "I was thinking about it, but, um, I guess I just thought you'd tell me to get rid of him."

"You know I would never-"

"That's kinda the thing," You stopped him mid-sentence. "I don't know that. We don't really know each other."

He didn't have a quip or a snarky comeback. You kept eating, pretending you weren't hoping the floor would swallow you while and spit you out on the other side of the planet.

"Could you please let me get to know you?"

And really, you should've shut him down there. Should've stormed out and slammed the car door behind you.

It could've been the undercurrent of regret leaking through his voice, or perhaps the fact he said please for the first time in the years since you'd met him.

But you said yes.

Sure, you added all sorts of stipulations and rules, but it still meant that you'd left with him making plans to look for baby clothes together the following weekend and him scheduling an appointment at a private clinic to get another ultrasound so he could see the baby too after you properly exchanged all your information this time.

It felt a little absurd, actually, letting him put in his work and cell number into your phone, taking the time to type in his email and address, learning more about him in an hour and a half than in a couple years.

And when your phone vibrated in our purse as you scurried across your bedroom floor a few hours later, you had a feeling it was him. You didn't look though, didn't want to risk it ruining the mood as you slipped our heels on and checked the clock for the hundredth time for-

A sharp knock was at the door, despite the fact it was a quarter till seven.

"Shit," You mumbled, touching up your makeup in the mirror a final time before hurrying to answer it.

The dress clung a little shorter than you thought it would, riding up your thighs when you walked, cut low enough to push up your added cleavage from your swollen breasts. You hoped he'd like it enough to take it off afterwards.

You were still adjusting it when you swung the door open, fixing the way the fabric was pulled tight around the swell of your stomach. "I wasn't expecting you so-"

It wasn't Nanami.

"Hey," Suguru breathed, staring at you with a slack jaw, his pupils wide enough to blend into his dark irises. "Wow, you look fantastic."

You hated that he could make you blush at all.

Somehow even more self-conscious, you blinked hard, clearing your throat as you gripped the door knob hard.

"Is, um, there a reason you're here?" You asked, voice strained as you forced yourself to meet his eyes, only to find his eyes were elsewhere, slowly skimming over you like he'd get you pregnant again if he could.

He lifted up a shopping bag in his hand you hadn't noticed before, finally looking up to your face.

"I just saw this, and I thought of you so-"

The elevator down the hall dinged, not that he was paying attention, but you were. His voice fading into the background as you watched Nanami step out of it, then freeze the second he saw who was waiting outside your door.

Knuckles turning white as he gripped the flowers in his hand right as your baby daddy pushed the present in his own towards you.

Suguru finally picked up on the third party, or the fact that he was the third party here. Turning his head to see Nanami dressed up in a freshly-pressed suit and cleanly-parted hair before slowly looking back to you.

"You're going on a date?"

divider by @bronzewasp !!

HOTLINE BL☆NG!

summ. wine nights and free will? a recipe for disaster— such as matching your ex on a corny dating app and having him in your bed within that same hour. . .

cw. eventual smut. 18+. fem!reader. alcohol/substance consumption. ex boyfriend!gojo. mild toxicity. breakup & makeup. girlhood ft jjk girlies. unreliable narrator sorta. sukuna slander. mild impact play. mild asphyxiation. oral (f). fíngering. backshōts. reader is a little questionable. self sabotaging my beloved. lowkey angsty. @/3aem on tumblr for art creds. most of these stories are real shit i’ve heard/experienced LOL. can you tell i’ve never used tinder a day in my life? 16.4k words. . oops.

rena’s note. @yung-notorious and her filthy mind. . .

“you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do.”

god, you do.

you can’t bring yourself to remember why you’d ever let go of dick this good. the kind that had you taking the rubber off and considering finishing inside. the kind that had you babbling apologies for having done absolutely nothing wrong. the kind that made you begin to believe his careless whispers, empty promises to work things out.

his fingers dig in the column of your throat, the weight of his hand wrapped tightly at your neck. he’s everywhere at once, but simultaneously no where to be found. while you can feel his tip prodding at your most sensitive spot, you don’t feel the overwhelming force of love he once bore with open arms for you.

“nahhh. . . don’t start running now.” you didn’t realize you were. the sheets are crumpled in your tight hold, while your other hand lightly pushes at his lower abdomen. naturally, he pins your wrist at your spine to maintain his ruthless pace, and with another gentle yet cruelly empty promise, “not when i’ve just gotten you back.”

how the fuck did you get yourself in this mess?

rebounding; one-shot

“Don’t you want to give it a try? I mean, haven’t you ever thought about it?”

coupled up!

episode one | episode guide

pairings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Choso x Reader

content: MDNI, fluff and smut and light angst, fem reader!, she's a little bitchy but we love her anyway, gojo is down BAD, Geto is so smooth though, kissing, hand holding, finger sucking, teasing, jealousy, reader is going to be unhinged in this one guys, we support women's rights AND wrongs

creds: gorgeous art by @baobei-bu and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

If you ever blew another kiss at a stupid camera, it would be too fucking soon.

"Smile! Oh, um not like that."

Your face hurt. Your heels hurt. Your pride hurt.

Had someone told you a year, scratch that, even six months ago, that you'd be here, filming take twenty of a stupid intro for a reality tv show you'd only ever binge-watched drunk before, you would have scoffed. But back then, you had a boyfriend, a promotion you didn't know you'd yet again get passed up for, a place to live that wasn't just your friend's couch.

Now?

You just had a suitcase of your sluttiest outfits and a plan to spend the summer half-drunk with handsome men.

"How would you describe yourself?" A chirpy voice asked, reading off a piece of paper behind the camera you were currently beaming at.

"I guess you could say I'm a hopeless romantic," You shrugged, twirling a loose strand of carefully styled hair in a manicured finger.

"So you believe in love at first sight?" There was a hint of derision in their haughty tone, one they didn't even try to hide after waiting for you to recite the lines they were baiting you into saying for the best sound bites.

"Who doesn't want to fall in love at first sight?" You smiled again, skirting around another lie.

Outside of your name and your age, you didn't think anything you'd said to them was even close to true. Playing a version of yourself you had been a few years ago, rather than the pessimist who wasn't even sure love existed anymore.

Your occupation? Freelance writer. Reality? Momentarily unemployed and surviving off of your savings. You had been a journalist, but the last thing you'd finished had been a low-effort clickbait list for some ad-invested website operating off of selling your data.

Your type? Prince charming. Reality? Your ex-boyfriend was probably closer to a storybook villain.

What you were hoping to find here? True love. Reality? Just not to absolutely humiliate yourself on national tv.

They saw through you anyway.

You'd never been that great of a liar.

But you'd done your best to scrub everything you could from all of your socials and even your friends to make it harder for any of that to be actually fact-checked. You hadn't even really wanted to come in the first place - your friends helped apply for you before the breakup even happened, goaded you into going once you did hear back from casting two weeks after you started couch-surfing.

The idea of fucking someone on live tv for a significant portion of the population to watch wasn't that appealing. But knowing your ex would definitely watch and just have to silently seethe over it?

It was enough for you to sign the contracts.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𖤓

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. cowboy!Geto x barmaid!Reader, historical AU - wild west era, mention of catcalling, Gojo makes a cameo, making out, kissing, Geto gets shot, somewhat friends to lovers, eventual smut [MDNI], dubcon, the cowboy hat stays ON btw, gróping, mean séx, reverse cowgirl, ríding, doggy style, tít sucking, fíngering, gún play, dácryphilia, sadism (geto's lowk a bully tbh), overstimúlation, créampies, sqúirting, multiple orgásms, multiple séx positions, TL;DR: Reader takes “Save a Horse & Ride a Cowboy” too seriously

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 8.9k

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. my first geto fic, everybody cheer!! ha ha ha . . . i tried, idk, i didn't. there was a part of me taht really strangely wanted this to be pôrn w/o plot, but, i dunno, plot is really hard to resist nowadays // available on ao3 // dividers by @/saradika

“Can I get you boys anything?”

Two pairs of violet and cerulean eyes snapped up almost instantly to your figure as you walked over to the party of two in the corner, your hands on your hips.

House of the Rising Sun was a popular saloon for bandits, and cowboys, and bounty hunters; and, sure, you had encountered your fair share of delinquents while waiting at your uncle’s bar; but, as you stood before this table, you realized you had never before seen these faces.

“Well, how do you do, ma’am . . .” The blue-eyed, silver-haired one spoke up first, drinking in your appearance like a lousy, perverted fool, as he tipped his hat at you in a poor effort to save his decorum. “I’m sure you could get me anything.”

You blinked at his innuendos, albeit you were unfazed—this would not be the first man to have imagined bedding you, not even close.

“God, don’t be a boy, Satoru,” scolded his friend, as he sat across from him. They were both attractive in their own ways, but, by God . . . , the dark-haired one surely took the cake. “Sorry about him,” (He turned to you) “he’s not very good at talking to women.”

“Oh, puh-lease, Suguru, as if you’re—”

The man leaning back in his chair, hair tied in a bun at his neck, took your left hand in his and kissed it. “Geto Suguru, ma’am. I hope my companion, Gojo, doesn’t scare you off.”

Gojo Satoru seemed to grow livid at that last part. “COMPANION!? I’m just a companion, now? In front of the ladies, too?” Scoffing, Gojo crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, I see how it is.”

You raised a brow, letting your hand slip from Geto’s as you turned to face his supposed companion. “I’m sorry . . . I don’t seem to follow.”

ANACONDA! 𝜗𝜚

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, condom breaks, unrealistic dick analysis, manhandling, size differences, happy trailsss, stretching reader silly, gaping, overstim, tummy bulges, true form! sukuna, finishing early, sukuna uses an extra mouth, breedıng, cęrvix kissing, spanks, usage of "mommy", degradation, squırting, mild daddy kink, multiple rounds, praise, petnames.

an. MY ANACONDA DONT-

✩ ˛˚ . IJICHI KIYOTAKA.

ijichi’s the type of guy who’s not actually aware of how big he really is - especially whenever he’s inside you.

he swears every time feels like the first time, and his eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets once you ask him in that sweet, airy voice to ‘try a new position.’

“o- oh..” he loudly gulps, nearly choking on the round adam’s apple that bobs at the back of his dry throat. you’re sat on his lap with your back facing the other way. puffy, cloudy breaths that spilled from his lips brush against your shoulder as he feels the lush slickness of your cunt aligning against his cherry-red tip. “hngh-” ijicihi grunts, feeling the mattress beneath you both dip from the overwhelming pounds of rickety, recoiling weight. “when you said you wanted to stretch your legs,” he continues, hearing that breathy ‘lil gasp glide from your glossed lips once he hooks his bare arms underneath your raised legs.

“didn’t- didn’t think this is what you meant, m’love, heh-”

wet dreamz

summary: it’s your (and your bf’s/husband’s/hookup’s/whatever’s) first time together. .

warnings: nsfw for all so 18+ mdni!; virginity loss on both parts, premature ejaculation, unprotected p in v, talks about virginity, college au (gojo); hookups, fingering, dominant kento, talks about virginity (nanami); unprotected p in v, rough sex, little bit of dirty talk, seduction (toji); oral, friends to lovers (geto).

pepper's notes: IT'S finally here...thank you all soo much for 1k i am so so appreciative & i am SO SO sorry it took me this long to get this out. i've been going through it so thank u all for understanding. i love all of u so much thank u all. MWAH MWAH.

satoru gojo

nervous? check. horny? check. praying to god you can’t see the huge erection in his pants? also check.

maybe satoru was an idiot for telling you he wasn’t a virgin, when he was in fact the biggest virgin in the universe, possibly. and maybe you were an idiot for talking him up and inflating his ego even more—and avoiding the conversation about whether or not you were a virgin, too.

either way, satoru’s big talk and your enabling caused you to be in this position—stradding your almost-boyfriend’s lap, desperately and sloppily moving your lips against his. silently, your pray in your mind that you’re doing everything right, threading your fingers through the white locks of satoru’s hair and trying to keep up with the pace of his enthusiastic make-out.

“do y-you—wanna…” satoru breathes out as he pulls away for a second, “you know.” he shrugs, looking off to the side out of anxiety for your answer. your own eyes flicker down for just a second, stomach flipping over at the question.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ HONEYMOON OR BUST ⸝⸝ .ᐟ⋆

pairing ── satoru gojo x reader

teaser ── after being forced into an arranged marriage, you're expected to have heirs, with a husband who hates you! will a honeymoon that leaves you stuck with him in a snowy cabin for a week filled with awkward moments and charged tension change that? or will it reveal the harsh reality of the cold, loveless marriage you've been forced into?

content ── fem!reader, angsty ending, spitting, degrading, rough fucking, hate sex, forced proximity, masturbation, fingering, breeding kink, oral (fem!recieving), teasing, pregnancy, mention of cheating, thigh fucking, pussy slapping, slight misogyny, name-calling, one bed troupe, accidental indecency, enemies-to-lovers

count ── 8k

PART I

heirs.

the word lingers in your mind as the banquet ends, as you walk out in your too-tight wedding dress, even as the carriage comes that was to take you to your honeymoon.

it wasn't fair.

they had never told you that this was expectation.

not only had the monarchy stolen your life, your future, your dreams, but now they were forcing you into a mother?

your face darkens, shadowed by the veil, as you walk beside your husband, the send-off for the honeymoon commencing.

"long live the king!"

"may the crown forever be bound upon your brows!"

"may god bless you with a fruitful womb!"

next to you, satoru's jaw tightens ever so slightly, his haunting silence, coupled with his formal white robes sweeping behind him giving him a ghost-like illusion.

you didn't know what he was thinking, but at least you knew he had been out of the loop too, judging by his cold expression.

from the sounds and looks everyone around you were giving however, you knew that they were assuming you were both just itching to rip off each other's clothes and consummate the marriage, but you didn't even know if you could stomach to look at him let alone touch him, and from the storm brewing in his cerulean blue eyes, glinting with something dangerous that warned not to be messed with, you sensed he felt much of the same.

scorpio. onyankopon.

𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 7.5K word count. blackfem!reader, onyankopon, football player!onyankopon, sweet!onyakopon, dominant!onyankapon, arrogant!onyankopon, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal penetration, lil bit of sweet talkin’, creaming, praising, butt stuff, LOTS of dirty talk, kinda aggressive dirty talk, oral [f] [m], nasty sex chile, just a fine ass black man, minors aren’t welcome!

𝓐ᥫ᭡

𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ from baby phat, to juno, to now—love this lil’ couple, real bad. but besides that, just wanted to do a lil something before my bday, march 8th. happy birthday to all my pisces babies. this one’s for you. also, imagine there goes my baby by usher on a loop. teehee.

𝓐ᥫ᭡ ; valentine’s day.

visual. visual. visual.

YOU WEREN’T GONNA CRY IN PUBLIC. A weak smile presented through your cupid’s bow lips, passing back a soft greeting of ‘Happy Valentine’s Day,’ as you exited the building, representations of love everywhere you went. You refused to show your vulnerable side somewhere no one cared to listen—your job.

To be honest, you should’ve gone home early. Your Mach and Mach satin bow heels echoed along the coffee shop as you waited for your strawberry refresher, a mixture of coconut milk making the drink your favorite color of pink. You started off having a good day—until it wasn’t.

Pulling into the garage of your high rise apartment, you pressed the button attached to your sun visor to activate the gate closing, parking your husband’s blacked out G Wagon in his reserved spot. The minute you shut off the ignition, you press your forehead against the wheel, letting out a deep sigh. 

You didn’t want to sell yourself short—but being pregnant might’ve been easier than going back to work. While Onyankopon was enjoying the luxury of off-season, you took your opportunity to put the bug in his ear of working again. Even if he wanted another baby. 

if walls could talk

suguru x reader

masterlist

wc: 3.2k

happy belated bday to my sunshine <3

content: toxic ex-boyfriend!suguru, smut (FILTH), oral (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, dacryphilia but not exactly?, unprotected p in v sex, overstimulation, suguru is generally a menace

18+ please i block children <3

you spot him first.

immediately, your stomach twists. of course he's here.

suguru geto moves through gojo's house party like he owns it, like the music hums at his frequency. he leans against the stair railing, dressed in black, sleeves pushed up like an afterthought, talking to someone without really looking at them.

his posture is too relaxed, his head tilted just slightly in your direction, mouth curved in the faintest smirk. he already caught you looking. you snap your gaze away like that might undo the weight settling in your chest.

slim pickins

good graces | bed chem | busy woman

pairings: toxic!Satosugu x roommate!reader, rebound!Sukuna x f!reader

content: MDNI, angst and smut, roommate AU, heavy yearning and pining, satosugu are dicks, toxic relationship dynamics, reader getting revenge, jealousy, pettiness, unprotected piv sex, creampie, spanking, slight exhibitionism, threesome, oral (f! + m! receiving), backshots, cum play (sort of), fingering

a/n: this was very much inspired by beat your heart to death by the immensely incredibly talented @specialgradefckr !! divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

Was Sukuna the right person for you?

Probably not. Okay, definitely not.

But still staring at the photo of him at the gym he'd sent you an hour later, moving boxes stacked around you on the floor of your bedroom while you listened to the quiet voices of Satoru and Suguru through the wall, you were more than a little tempted to act on it anyway. The veins bulging against his muscled arms, his compression shirt stretching across his chest.

Your roommates hadn't left Satoru's room in hours. Although, they'd barely been in it for the past two weeks. Constantly taking up space in the common areas, spread out on the couch or cooking in the kitchen every time you stepped out.

Whispering sometimes when you walked by, trying to smooth things over with fresh flowers on the kitchen counter and your favorite takeout when you got home from work. Sending you text messages like you weren't one room over, inviting you for late night movies and going out together like you used to. Declining only seemed to feed their desperation.

Still - there weren't any confessions of devotion. No 'I need you's or grovelling on their knees. The closest they came was Satoru slipping into the bathroom with you one night when you were washing your face, murmuring how much he missed you lately, turning you around and trying to place you up on the counter, his hands on your hips when he got down on his knees to try to eat you out. But you just mumbled an excuse about being too tired, hopping down and away before he could argue about it and returning to your room.

It was your last night before your new lease started tomorrow.

A more, uh, mature person would've had the whole moving out conversation, but you guessed a note and your empty room would suffice. Your trunk was already stuffed full of what you could fit, and you'd already paid movers to come pick up the rest of it when the guys would both be at work tomorrow.

Snipping carefully along the lines to cut them out of your life as neatly as possible, accepting the empty space that'd be left in your heart in their absence. But you couldn't help but think they'd cut themselves out first, intentionally or not, by never giving you the space you needed in theirs.

Suguru laughed at something - a low rumble bleeding through the wall, something you used to find soothing when you were snuggled next to his chest sitting down between him and Satoru. You weren't over him. Pretty sure you'd never be as long as he was always a few steps away. The same went for Satoru, a feeling that festered too long under the surface. But hurt and anger and frustration and bitterness all fought for the forefront of your attention while you existed around them, and your thumbs were typing before you could second guess the invitation you were sending.

They never considered you unless you were the one sharing their sheets - why should they get to have any sway in who was spending time in yours?

Why not go out with a bang?

Let Sukuna break your bed (or you) and let those stupid assholes be the ones overhearing you cry out someone else's name for once.

Pushing all the boxes against one wall as quietly as you could to make a clear path to the bed after he sent a short reply he'd be over soon, trading your pajamas in for a skimpy set of bra and panties before tugging up the smallest shorts you owned that could still pass as not trying too hard. Wiping away the slightly-smeared mascara under your eyes and remaking your bed as you tried to run through a mental checklist of what you were supposed to do when a guy came over despite the fact you never invited one here before.

All those times you'd try to be the perfect friend or roommate or fuck buddy, fill whatever role they wanted from you, just for it to be pointless in the end.

You could wallow and whine about it, but you just wanted to be fucking free.

Just now coming to terms with the fact it wasn't even all on them, but yourself too for letting them toy and twist you until you were the shape they wanted. The worst part was knowing how long you'd waited and wasted for something to be different when you knew you'd just end up disappointed.

Now you were stuck picking up the mangled up remains and trying to piece them into someone new.

Although, you weren't sure yet what a you without them would look like.

Knight of Roses - G.S.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! princess! reader, knight! Gojo, childhood-friends-to-Iovers, PINING, arranged marriages, Naoya is awful, Gojo YEARNS, flower language, politics, slight víolence, slight angst, matíng presses, cervíx kíssing, creampíes, cúmplay, PÚSSYDRÚNK GOJO, oraI (fem rec), he goes FÉRAL, cúmming in his pants, manhandIing, spítting, biiig stretches, dúmbifícation, cúmflation, p talking, p sIapping, overstím, proposals, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 12.7k

A/N. What happens when ya let a girl listen to Golden Brown by The StrangIers.

“You are not to speak, you are not to look.” The king intertwines his decadently ringed fingers on his lap, the royal signet glinting pointedly amongst them. “You are not to so much as breathe in the princess’s way from tomorrow onwards.”

And it’s only with his hard-earned years as your knight that Gojo stops himself from shuddering where he knelt, head bowing to hide the clench in his jaw.

Though, surely something must have flashed across his features - because the next few words have a familiar warmth that twisted Gojo’s heart much more than his royal timbre, “Satoru, my boy, you understand that this is your duty? Yes?”

“I understand.” The answer is instant, as is the raise of the other man’s brows. 

“And do you understand that this marriage is my daughter’s duty?” Your father barks out a disbelieving laugh into the barren throne room. “We wouldn’t want Prince Naoya getting the wrong idea between the princess and a- a knight.” 

The words make his eyes prick wetly, and Gojo can’t help but bend even lower as he whispers. “I…I understand, sir.”

worth the wait a nerdjo fic

pairing ⸺ nerd/academic rival/rich boy!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ you abhor your academic rival, satoru gojo. he's a cocky asshole that you fight with constantly for the spot at first place. but when you finally discover what's underneath all those lame sweaters of his with a once in a blue moon visit at the gym (spoiler alert: he's not a scrawny nerd), you'll be fighting your severe attraction to the man who makes your life a bit harder. and maybe fall in love with him, too, in the process.

warnings ⸺ smut, f recieving oral, praise, he makes you beg for it lol, p i v sex, making out, angst if you squint, a lot of fluff, college AU, nerd!gojo, reader gets insecure sometimes and is treated horribly by her discord mod TA/research advisor, typical misogyny/sexism in STEM fields, but gojo defends her!!!, sleeper build gojo with a happy trail because im a slut, the good old pining and yearning i like. art by @/deltapork

a/n thank u to all my beta readers for editing part of this for me :3 happy valentines day!!!

general masterlist

You blink at your paper.

98.

You suppose you should be happy—it’s a graduate level physics class, anyways. For a moment, you stare at the red markings of the TA that graded it, as if willing an error in the one problem you made a mistake on could make it go away. 

2+2=5.

I DON'T SEE A RING ON YOUR FINGER | n. kento

Nanami Kento had it all. 

A two-story house in the suburbs, a high-paying job, a beautiful wife—he had the perfect life. And damn did he hate every second of it. He hated waking up in that house to greet his nosy neighbors, hated driving to his soul sucking office job, and especially hated going home to his wife every night. She’d leave him leftovers in the fridge and kiss him goodnight before bed, and Kento would stay up every night wondering how to escape this limbo.

Tonight was the first time he felt free in years. Sitting at some shitty bar he can't remember the name of, he absentmindedly fiddled with his wedding band. Months ago, this little piece of metal meant everything. A loving marriage. A promise of a future. A sign of success. Now? It's just a worn-out ring that he can't throw out.

Kento sighed, setting it down on the table in favor of a glass of whiskey, letting it burn down his throat as he took a sip. He was never a drinker, but maybe it was something he repressed over the years. What else had he missed out on while trying to play Mr. Perfect?

Right, sex.