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Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader

summary: on the rare occasion that sukuna takes his nephew out to the park, he notices another kid with blush pink hair— a baby to be exact. he tries not to stare too much, but it’s hard not to, it’s a rare hair color. it’s not until the baby’s mother takes her out of the swing set and back into her stroller when he realizes why you ghosted him almost 2 years ago.

genre/warnings: hidden child trope, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

part one | part two

Sukuna wasn’t very obsessed with the thought of having children, that desire (or lack of) continued to dwindle after his nephew turned 4 and is now all over the fucking place. He doesn’t mind watching him, but with each year it's becoming more difficult trying to get the kid to focus and listen to him. 

“Yuji.” The man barks out, beginning to scold the boy because he immediately starts running across the street the moment the crosswalk sign turned on for them. Didn’t matter if it was a private neighbourhood, he’d speed through the signs as much as anyone else. “I told you to hold my fucking hand– get over here.”

“Oops, sorry!” Yuji starts to skip back. It’s almost insulting how unworried he is when it comes to Sukuna and his temper, but he’s used to it by now. He reaches out to hold his uncle’s hand– even having the audacity to swing it back and forth. Sukuna just lets him because he ends up feeling bad whenever he yells at Yuji while he’s happy. 

He guesses the one thing that’s gotten easier when it comes to watching the little crackhead is that he can now finally take him to the park. He’s able to run all that unnecessary excess energy off, making mid-afternoon to dinner time easier because he just eats and naps until Jin comes to pick him up. 

Yuji’s especially excited today, they're going to a new park that’s just down the street from Sukuna’s new house. It was a nice neighbourhood too, Sukuna already knew the place was going to be like Disneyland for the kid. 

“Uncle! Look!” Yuji yells out. 

He’s been looking this entire fucking time, why are children like this? Yuji’s slightly better than most, immediately flipping under the monkey bars like a pro after receiving his Uncle’s nod of approval. 

“Good job, Yuj.” He says in return. Jin should really take him to a parkour gym one of these days… maybe get him checked for adhd too while he’s at it. 

He continues to watch the boy until he suddenly hears some baby’s laughter on the other side of the playground. It reminded him of when Yuji was a baby, always squealing over something, even if it was something as simple as ripping a piece of paper in half. It was cute. 

He tried to drown out the noise, but this kid was having the time of their life, so he eventually looked in the direction of where the laughter was coming from. He’s genuinely surprised when he sees a little baby girl with fluffy pink hair. It’s a rare hair color and outside of his family, he’s only seen less than a handful of people that naturally had it in his entire 27 years of life. 

She couldn’t be older than a year old. Her mother– or nanny, this neighborhood has a ton of them, is kneeling in front of her and gently pushing the swing back. Everytime she pushes the swing back, the laughter gets louder.

The lady eventually picks the baby up and smothers her with kisses… the same way you used to smother him with kisses, almost 2 years ago. 

And the moment you turn around and place her back in her stroller, it becomes very apparent as to why you completely ghosted him 1 year and 7 months ago. 

Yes he’s kept track, you were the best fuck of his life. He’s been chasing that high after you practically vanished off the face of the earth, you even changed your phone number. For all he knew, you were dead.

Sure, he complained about Yuji here and there, but it couldn’t be that bad to the point where you decide not to tell him anything and just raise a baby completely on your own.

Maybe you weren’t all on your own to begin with. That thought makes him continue to mentally spiral, he’s honestly ready to fuck everyone up at this point.

“You fucking bitch.” He murmurs to himself as you begin to walk off with the child that is without a fucking doubt his. He quickly grabs his phone and calls a close friend, one that’s a little too good at finding people's personal information. 

“Hey what’s u–”

He immediately cuts Uraume off and cuts straight to the chase. “I need you to find someone’s address for me.”

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“How’s the party planning going?” Your mother asks, trying to keep the conversation going, in hopes of her granddaughter waking up before you inevitably end the conversation. 

“It’s alright,” you vaguely answer. “I don't know, I’m not too worried about it. I told the planner to just make it pink and cute… and to trust her gut so she doesn’t bother me too much.”

“Honey!” She scolds you. “It’s your daughter's first birthday for christ sake, can you sound a little more excited about it?”

“I am excited,” you hiss back. “It just makes me sad to think about how fast time went by, I don’t want her to grow up.”

“I was sad about it too when I was planning your first birthday, but I was still included in the process.”

“Well that’s you.” You giggle as you finish wiping the kitchen counter. “It’s not that big of a deal, there’s party planners for a reason.”

“You’re going to look back one day and regret it.” She says, you can hear her shuffling around in the background. 

“Maybe.” You mumble, thinking about other things you’ll probably regret more than not being included in the process of planning a party. 

Like not telling Sayomi’s dad about her. 

You always wonder what his reaction would be if he were to ever find out. It’d most likely be one filled with rage, you’re just not sure if it would be towards having to be responsible for a little human being or towards the missed time. 

Probably the former. He was as irresponsible as they come, but so were you– at least at that time anyways.

You both were too busy in your careers to settle down, it’s why you never put a label on things. With anyone else, you would’ve put your foot down— if they’d didn’t claim you, you were gone. 

Not with Sukuna, he made you weak.

He made it so hard for you to put your foot down that you never even considered asking the dreaded “so what are we?”

He gave you just about everything during those meetups— he was fun to talk to, made you feel wanted, even the aftercare he gave you was unmatched. 

He fucked you like he loved you— slowly dragging his cock out of you, as if he wanted you to think about what you were missing in those few moments. All just so he can shove himself back into you, as a reminder that everything you needed was right there, on top of you. 

He’s a fucking asshole, but knew how to play the role of a loving boyfriend in the hours you visited him. 

Keyword: in those hours. Outside of that, he was practically none existent. But you couldn’t blame him, he was an up and coming rugby star. He spent his days training or strategizing with his teammates for the next game, he spent half of his year traveling. He didn’t have time for anyone but himself.

Eventually, you started ditching a condom all together. You swore your birth control would do the job— it fucking didn’t, and a part of you still wants to sue that company. 

But you don’t, because it wouldn’t hold up in court due to the 1% chance it won’t work, or whatever that percentage is. Plus, you don’t want your daughter getting on your case over it one day if she did find out. 

It’s not her, it’s the principle.

It was your fault at the end of the day. You were just straight up reckless with the way you let him.. ahem— begged— him to come inside of you each time he was all up in your guts. He’d taunt you for being weak, driving his dick inside of you even faster and harder whenever you showed signs that you were close, then encourage you to cum right on his cock that’d split you open each and everytime time you met up with him. 

You were so scared at first, going back and forth on how you should tell him– if you should tell him. A big part of you wanted the baby and convinced yourself he’d make you get an abortion out of fear that you might just be after money, so you never did. 

Yeah, you gaslit yourself.

But everything turned out better than you thought it’d be. Your parents were willing to set you up in a gated community just because it was safer for you and your daughter to live there. They pay the rent while you pay for everything else. 

You now run your own business managing multiple businesses’ social media accounts. It’s quite lucrative, so you’re able to afford a nanny while working from home.

Your parents love Sayomi and don’t hold back showing it. They don’t know who her father is, you won’t tell them… but she oddly looks like a well known rugby player that's from the region. 

It's a suspicion they keep to themselves though, they like spending time with her and would rather not start an argument with you after asking who the father is. It didn’t end well last time, so they just avoid the topic now. 

You’re suddenly pulled out of your thoughts after someone rang your doorbell, must be your neighbor that you became friends with shortly after moving here. She’s the typical neighbour that shows up at your door asking for sugar or eggs comically enough. 

“Can I call you back, mom? Someone’s at the door.” You kindly interrupt her. 

“Actually, we can continue this later.” She sighs, you can hear her keys jiggling. “I’m leaving for a yoga class right now.”

“Okay. Have fun!”

“Thank you sweetheart. Give Yomi a kiss for me when she wakes up.”

“I will, bye.” The doorbell rings again right after you hang up, which slightly annoys you since they haven’t been waiting that long. It’s like they think a second ring is gonna have you running to the door. 

It rings a third time and you hold your tongue, yelling back is just going to wake up the baby. 

You finally open the door and an immediate chill runs down your spine as you look up at a very angry Sukuna. He as tall as ever, presence as imposing as ever, and for the first time it is you that his anger is directed towards.

His eyes momentarily drift down to your chest before speaking. “We need to ta–.”

Completely terrified as to how he even found you, let alone get past security to even enter this neighborhood, you immediately slam the door in his face.

And you should be terrified, he begins to laugh before raising his voice. “I see you haven’t changed one bit.” He says— hoping you can hear him, hoping your back's up against the wall and panicking right now. “I haven’t changed either, sweetheart. Better open up before I show you I’m still crazy as fuck if you piss me off.”

You’ve seen it before, multiple times, just not towards you. Each time you saw it, you’d always pray that you’d never find yourself on the receiving end of the man's wrath. 

“You need to leave before I call the cops. You can’t just go around threatening people like that.” You say, powering through the shakiness of your voice. 

“And you can’t just hide a child from their father either. I saw you two at the park, let me see her.” His voice is still calm, but becoming more firm. He knows you're bluffing. “I’m giving you 10 seconds to open this door before I give you a reason to call the cops.”

There’s nothing but silence from your end, it’s infuriating to him. Each second that passes, he feels like he’s slowly being removed from his own body, being replaced by something that thrives off rage. 

And for you, you kind of wanna die right now, but unfortunately you can’t because you have a daughter to take care of. The sound of his voice ends up being drowned out by your own thoughts, thinking about the possibilities of what would happen if you opened that door. 

But before you know it, you’re quickly pulled back to reality as he ends his countdown and begins to bang on your door incessantly. 

“Open the door— I’m not fuckin’ around, open the FUCKING DOOR.” He yells out your name, pounding at the door so hard you’re sure he’ll break it off its hinges. “I’m not fucking leaving until you open up and let me see her! You should be glad I came here instead of going straight to my lawyer you piece of SHIT– OPEN THE FUCK UP.”

As if it couldn't have gotten any worse, your daughter wakes up from the ruckus. Her cries will always be ten times worse than Sukuna’s knocking, you’re convinced from the way she is screaming from the top of her lungs as if someone were hurting her.

“Fine just.. shut up! Please!” You finally snap and nearly beg from the overstimulation of listening to your daughter crying and a grown man literally barking at the same time. You begrudgingly swing the door open and he’s met with a set of tired, glossy eyes and decides to settle down. “I just put her down and it takes forever doing it.” You lightly complain.

He says nothing in the response, slightly stunned at how quick your mood changed. Not like he has much of a choice though, you storm off before he gets the chance too– being left to shut the front door on his own and awkwardly wait at the foyer because he doesn’t know where the hell you went off to. 

The house is nice, almost as big as his. But it’s also too big for just the two of you, leaving him to wonder again if you had a partner or something. Not that he’s one to talk. He lives alone, but he has his family and girlfriend over often since he has the space to entertain guests.

Fuck— he just asked if she wanted to make things official last month. She’s not gonna be happy about this.

His thoughts are quickly pushed away though when he hears the sounds of footsteps, whimpering, and you gently shushing them. 

You and the baby finally come into view, both frowning at him for different reasons. He was too far away earlier to see, but aside from your eyes and death glare, the girl looks just like him. 

Sayomi’s staring at him with a look that screams “what the fuck is this stranger doing in my house”, all while gently sniffling because she is rightfully pissed about being woken up. 

You can’t help but notice how stiff he is while looking at his carbon copy and decide to be the first one to speak up, by formally introducing him to her. 

“This is Sayomi and she’ll be 10 months old in a week.” It’s cuter when you say it to other people, their reactions are usually squishing her cheeks and raving about how adorable she is. Sukuna looks more shell shocked than anything. “...Do you wanna hold her?”

“I mean… yeah, but not if she’s just gonna get mad at me and start crying.” He says, while Sayomi continues to stare him down. Well, at least he respects boundaries, that’s sort of a good sign. 

“Lucky for you, she stares at things she finds interesting. If she didn’t want you to hold her, she’d have a death grip on to me right now with her face tucked into the crook of my neck.” 

He has a quick flashback of how he used to do the same with you whenever he was tired, but quickly shakes it off. Now’s not the time to start yearning for you or your touch all over again, he literally just got over you. 

“You sure about that?” He says, slightly hurt from the way she’s side eyeing him. 

“Positive.” You hold back a sigh at his hesitance. He was acting like he was going to murder you just 5 minutes ago, now he looks like he’s scared of an innocent baby. “Just take her please, my arms are starting to hurt.”

It’s one of the things that comes with having a child with a rugby player, they’re chunky. But you can’t complain too much, she’s very huggable. 

You end up handing her to him before he gets another chance to protest, not bothering to instruct him on how to hold her because you know all about how he’d watch Yuji. Even with your child being in the 90th percentile, she still looks miniature when being held by him. 

“Look at you, cheeks are all wet from cryin’.” He murmurs, beginning to wipe them off. She sniffles again and lets out a deep sigh in response– you both know it's a good sign, she’s finally settling down after getting ripped out of her sleep. “M’sorry, I just wanted to meet you.”

You talk to her normally too, so she usually babbles back to people in response, which is what she does in response to his words. It’s ridiculous(ly) (cute), watching her slowly open up to him just minutes after losing her shit— something she gets from her father. Each time she babbles out some incoherent sentence, he acts like he knows what she’s saying and she smiles a little more each time. 

“Mama.” She suddenly turns to you and says, pointing her finger at him. It's her little way of asking who he is since you always tell her the names of things she points at.

“That’s Dada.” You say in response. “Can you say Dada?”

“…Ada.” She confidently says.

Close enough. 

You avoid Sukuna’s gaze, you can just feel how annoyed he is at this point. “Has she said Dada before?”

“Mhm, last week.” You say enthusiastically, playing with Sayomi’s hand after she grabbed onto your thumb.

“Must’ve been her tryna manifest me. Probably thinking, ‘let me meet my dad, you conniving bitch’ or something.” He says in the same smooth tone.

“Watch it.” If he weren’t holding her right now, you would’ve smacked him for calling you that. 

“Did I lie?” He argues with you in a playful tone, then turns his attention back to his daughter who’s completely unaware of anything for obvious reasons. “‘Cause last time I checked, your Mama hid you from me.”

“Don’t do this in front of her.” You warn him.

“Fine.” He lets it go, after getting one last jab in. “Any other words that I missed out on?” 

“She also knows how to say no.” 

He chuckles, “sounds like my kid.” 

“Unfortunately.” You say under your breath. It wipes the smirk off of his face but you don’t notice it since you start to walk away from him, he quickly follows with little Sayomi in his arms. 

“How did you find me? Actually, how did you even get past security?” You ask, leading him to the living room.

“I know someone. I also live in the northern part of the neighborhood.” He not-so-humbly brags. That’s the area where you need to go through three different gates just to get to a house. “Just moved there last week.” 

No wonder why you haven’t seen him at the private grocery store yet.

“Well that’s… good.” 

“You don’t mean that.” 

“I don’t know what else to say. I don’t even know what to think right now to completely tell you the truth.” You admit.

“Yeah? Imagine how I feel.” He scoffs, plopping down on the couch with the baby still in his arms. “Can she walk yet?”

“No, she’s able to pull herself up and stand for a couple seconds though.”

“Is that so?” He looks back at her, at this point her interest has moved on to something else— the little bunny plush on the other side of the couch that she’s pointing and humming at. 

You beat him to it and hand it to her before sitting down beside him, with a reasonable amount of space between you two. He’s taking this a lot better than you thought he would, probably because he wants to behave right now in front of her. 

“Why’d you do it?” He murmurs as he fiddles with the bunny’s ear while Sayomi continues to play with it. 

“Guess I was scared of your reaction,” you begin to pick at your cuticles— a bad habit that should’ve been dropped a long time ago. “Thought you’d make me get an abortion or something.”

“That wasn’t for you to decide.” He sighs, surprised that you thought that low of him. He wasn’t around a lot, but he was nice to you when he was. Not once did he ever raise his voice at you, never snapped at you. Even when he was ordering food delivery, he'd let you pick-- every single time. “It wasn’t for me to decide whether you wanted to keep her or not either.” 

“I know.” You sigh, leaning back out the couch and giving yourself a moment. “I was scared.” 

“You said that already.” He looks down at the kid then back up at you, unsure if he should just feel thankful that he’s here now or if he should just continue to be pissed. “That’ll never be a good enough answer for me.”

“For what it’s worth, it was something I’ve always regretted after giving birth to her.”

He only hums in response to that, trying his best to hold his tongue because it’s hard to believe. If you truly did regret it, you would’ve reached out to him. He’s convinced you would’ve gone the rest of your life without telling him. “Are you gonna let me be in her life now or am I gonna have to fight you over that too?”

“What does being in her life look like to you?”

“I dunno.” He shrugs, taking the time to think it through. He works a lot, travels a lot, parties a lot. “We’re technically neighbors, so how about I just start coming over to see her for now. I’ll figure the rest out later.”

“We can do that.” You cautiously say. 

Hopefully he keeps it fair, he has the upper hand already by being the good guy for once.

a/n: soooo do we think sukuna's gonna be a good boy?

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black reader discourse…

I am quite frankly, very tired of seeing posts complaining about ‘hood’ Y/Ns and all of you coming out of the woodwork to proclaim that you don’t act this way and it’s disgusting to act this way and you hate fics where the reader wears wigs or acrylics or says the N-word and how all of these are just an inaccurate representation of our community. this is just very coon like behavior and is giving pick me.

yall know very well that fics including black women didn’t even exist until very recently. i’m grateful for every fic written whether it’s bad or good. either way they are contributing to the growth of a very niche community and helping establishing our presence here on this app. i’ve been on this app for like 12 years and I remember in the very early days when fics first started including black mc’s. no matter how the black mc was represented there would still be people in the mentions/comments like ‘eww gross you n***** why did you write this?’ or ‘this fic is so good but why is she black?’. we were quite literally fighting for our right to exist on this app.

hood culture is, like it or not, a big part of the black community and it’s not all negative. it’s a cultural movement that spawned from us being barred from white spaces and seen as the ‘inferior’ race no matter how we presented ourselves. hood girls deserve to see themselves in fiction just like everyone else. they deserve love without the implication that they need to imitate others/change themselves to seem more ‘civilized’. they aren’t bad people just because you don’t share the same style, vocab, interests and hobbies as they do.

whenever you bring this up you are giving non black people a free pass to insert themselves and say ‘yes omg so ghetto’. there are enough people against us. i would never help facilitate a conversation which further criticizes our community. especially when it’s related to very real people whose experiences you are trying to devalue.

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music bf headcanons: the remix

he cannot do long distance. he'd rather go bankrupt on flights and hotels then spend a week away from you. tours are his own personal torture and if he can't drag you along you will be getting a million texts and a phone call the minute your time zones align.

sends you playlists with the wildest combinations of genres. like 'put on shuffle at your own risk' level crazy. he'll just keep adding songs that make him think of you until it gets too long or he gets tired of what's on there.

he likes to coordinate outfits with you. if you're wearing blue, he will change into the perfect match. he'll giggle and act like it's a total coincidence even though you saw him do a double take. and god forbid you let this man choose your outfit for you because it will be the most atrocious combination of his clothes. he loves knowing a subtle little piece of him is with you.

he is a massive cuddler, especially in the mornings. you better hope you have a strong bladder because he will hold you and not let go until you're clawing him off of you.

YESSS THANK U FOR THISSS OMGGG😍😍💕💕💕

music boyfriend headcanons

he's not super big on affection in public but he does like to hold your hand or your waist on occasion. he gets a little protective when you're out because of fans. behind closed doors, he likes to be as close to you as possible. hugging you from behind while you're cooking, cuddling on the couch, or sitting in his lap when you're watching a show.

he will be making you a million playlists and he will get upset if you don't listen to all of them and tell him how much you love them. if it's a late night and you both can't sleep, you'll drive around together just listening to music and talking.

your camera roll is full of his worst angles. every time he's getting ready for a gig, you make sure to take at least one 0.5 before he leaves. you have so many criminal pictures of him sleeping with his mouth open, when he's mid-sneeze, or during a bad hair day. this absolutely goes both ways, you will never escape his wrath.

i don't think he'd be super public with your relationship but he'd definitely try to rope you into one of his cosplay tiktoks. if you're not up to getting into cosplay with him, he'll ask you to do his makeup or help him with a wig.

he's definitely the old-school romantic type. on your first date, he picked you up from yours with a bouquet of flowers. he loves taking you on restaurant dates, especially out of the way places. you guys' current favourite is a local-owned ramen shop that has the best dumplings.

whenever you're in the audience (and he'll insist you are), he'll change the lyrics of his songs to reference you. for example, on 'two' he'll say "got a great main chick, i don't need these hoes" or something cute like that.

69 karat

DADDY TONY LOOK WHAT I FOUND ON TIKTOK

Oh GAWD this artist really does the lord's work 😩 I'm salivating from BOTH LIPS n' not even Batman himself could detach me from it 😩

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OMGGG HOW COME IM JUST FINDING THIS???!?!!??!

i’ve arrived

twitter links | jjk

afab for all links ! disclaimer im poc, but only could find these links. if you have better accounts send it to me via ask box. (nsfw) highly requested and includes both sub and dom afab reader. warnings aren't listed. proceed at your own accord.

choso

link - fuckng choso during movie nigh | sub choso link - choso fucks your tits in bed link - cums on your tits link - giving choso a hj after a bad day | sub choso link - eating you out

sukuna

link - sukuna 'going easy' on you link - in his domain link - "takin it real deep, huh?" link - " you can take it" link - " spoiled girl.." link - "you can take more than that, human"

gojo

link / link - riding gojo link - "you're on birth control, right?" link - "long day at work satoru?" | sub gojo link - "pls let me have it baby" | sub gojo link - " sweet boy" | sub gojo link - someone's house party!

suguru

link - pus eating link - guided pussy eating link - "ya feel me ma?" link - tit sucking link - lazy link - make it quick

toji

link - ride ! link - "lose the attitude." link - early morning? link - breakfast in bed link - tease ! link - ones enough!

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bbno$ - I'm Too Sexy (Cover for Like a Version)

DILF NEXT DOOR?

your neighbor is simply too hot to resist. he’s helped you out countless times, always there to fix your car or leaky sink. he also has a giant cock. <3

pairing: toji x fem! reader contents: nsfw, smut, age gap, size kink, breeding kink (more specified in the description of each fic). note: each fic/drabble can be read on it’s own and are not necessarily connected. this is shameless smut, oops.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

INTRO: SINGLE DILF NEXT DOOR!

your friends will never let you hear the end of it if they find out you’re fucking your neighbor. but you just can’t help it.

contents: size kink, breeding kink, creampies

TOJI TAKING YOU TO HIS FAVORITE BAR

going out with toji is fun! but you should know better than to wear his favorite skirt, silly girl.

contents: semi-public, size kink, creampie

FRIENDS WHO SUCK DICK TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER FEAT. SATORU GOJO

it’s so nice when toji is able to pick you up from frat parties! especially when he agrees to pick up your friends too!

contents: threesome, piv, oral (m! receiving)

MEETING TOJI’S BEST FRIEND COWORKER FEAT. SHIU KONG

apparently shiu has just been dying to meet you! you should show him how what a good girl you are. <3

contents: threesome, double penetration, praise

HE SUSPECTS YOU MIGHT HAVE A DADDY KINK

he just can’t ignore the way a certain word spilled from your lips when he fucked you dumb… he has to make you say it again.

contents: daddy kink, overstimulation, dumbification

PUNISHMENT

unfortunately, brats can’t always be spoiled. :(

contents: degradation, thigh fucking, dacryphilia

HE LOVES YOUR TITS

you have to let him fuck them.

contents: body worship, praise, titty fucking

TOJI ALWAYS TAKES CARE OF YOU

always helping you in positions, holding up up when your knees buckle and arms give out. even when you’re on top, he’s still the one in charge. <3

contents: manhandling, overstimulation, size kink

PART ONE: HELPING YOU STUDY

you have an important exam coming up! and toji has just the perfect reward system to keep you focused.

contents: cockwarming, praise, dumbification

PART TWO: HELPING YOU SLEEP THE NIGHT BEFORE YOUR EXAM

you have so many nerves, tossing and turning in your bed. eventually you give in and knock on your neighbors door.

contents: somnophilia, overstimulation, praise

PART THREE: REWARDING YOU FOR YOUR HARD WORK

you passed! of course, you go straight to toji, beaming with pride. <3

contents: cunnilingus, praise, daddy kink

last updated 5 december 2024

main masterlist | divider by enchanthings

satoru can be so mean sometimes. sometimes, when you try to be bratty to get his attention, he can't help himself when the string of patience just snaps! and suddenly he's on you, your face smooshed into your plushies, ass in the air, back arched like a cat, nails digging into the very wet sheets—

he fucks mercilessly. one thrust after another. deep, gut wrenching strokes, his tip kissing your cervix. he's mean. his hips snap against your ass at a pace you didn't even know was possible. he keeps you in a position where you can't do anything but moan and beg— and he's not even considering the degrading, mean words he spits out as he delivers loud smacks against your already reddened butt.

"s-such a brat baby— hah!— why're you cryin'? wasn't this what you wanted?"

"c'mon, take it, girl– ngh! gonna f-fill you up so good, s'good— you'll feel me for days- fuck!"

and he thinks he feels you quivering. your sweaty, poor body almost breaking down at the overstimulation. he's so harsh— you were already struggling to take him normally, and now you're taking his full size while he's pounding into you! his tip is already leaking pre-cum inside of you, not that you're in any need of lubrication— you've been wet the whole day, basically dripping as you begged your boyfriend for only his tip! but he just left you waiting. of course you were going to be a bit bratty and tease him!

and gojo didn't reflect on his behavior towards yours. he thought this was what you deserved. every pound, every smack, every second of your walls stretching even further, almost painfully so. he thinks you deserved to cry, your cheeks wet with your own salty tears— but...

when you start to clench around him, his thrusts getting sloppier, he thinks you're close. you should be—

so why do you look like you're struggling?

your high-pitched moans reduce to mere whimpers and whines. you're squirming more than usual, and soon he finds out that you're desperately trying to choke his name out. he grunts, deciding to play along, "m-mhm, baby? what is it?"

he notices you trying to move your arms, interlocking them behind your back. humming and amused, he grins as he watches you, removing the harsh pressure of his palm he's been applying on your back.

that seems to do it, because just a second after, your fingers are wriggling behind you, arms stretched across your back, still choking out syllables of what should be his name.

and that's when he realizes—

you're trying to hold his hand while he absolutely blows your back out.

to say his heart melts is an understatement. he stills inside you for a moment. as the sounds of angry sex fade out, you're able to hear his pants, not to forget your own whines and whimpers.

he's doing absolutely everything in his power not to coo at your attempt, but he fails, absolutely softening. he could tear up, really— and it takes alot to make a man like him cry.

so, he interlocks his fingers with yours as his other hand holds the curve of your waist, his strokes deep and delicate now. not only that, but his words soften too.

"'m sorry baby, you j..just wanted someone to ease y'r ache down there, mh?"

"should've t-taken care of— hmp!— of you sooner, my love— 'm such an asshole, aren't i?"

and he finds it amusing, watching you shake your head desperately, murmuring sweet little 'no's and 'y're the best 'toru's.

maybe, he was just a teensy tiny bit too mean with you earlier.

masterlist

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TOJI FUSHIGURO FIC RECS // mdni!

the night before - @/lymtw

the morning after - @/lymtw

dirty little secret - @/madamechrissy (another absolute FAV)

madam zenin - @/tonycries

toji teaching you how to give him head - @/nanaslutt

enemies and fuck buddies - @/classyrbf

#rent a dilf - @/screampied (gave me butterflies)

tojis pregnant wife - @/moechies

family matters - @/lilacgaby

the complex - @/lovelivision

thigh riding - @/lovesculprit

best friends dad - @/nanaslutt

to love again - @/aruubany

make that pu$$y rain! - @/classyrbf

walking in on your roommate - @/kamitv

finish her! - @/fushitoru

worship - @/starmapz

weeping, carved open hearts - @/teddybeartoji

weathering a storm together - @/lymtw

never wanna lose me - @/screampied

like an animal - @/tonycries

sleep over - @/lovelivision

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3

mdni; tw for rough sex, degredation, overstimulation, fivesome (whoopsie..), brief name calling at the end, just mean men fucking you ig

can’t stop thinking about tengen, kyojuro, giyuu, and sanemi passing [reader] around like a back alleyway whore 😕

like they would be so rough, so nasty about it. any praise just a bit too condescending to be comforting, kisses too rough and hands too firm. mocking your whines and laughing at the tears brimming your eyelashes.

“what? s’too much already?” one of them would coo, and another would scoff, “awe, don’t be so sensitive, we’ve barely even done anything to ya,”

which is a lie, of course, because they’ve been stretching you full for hours now. pushing you past the brink of exhaustion. pounding into you until your knees were collapsing- only for one of them to prop a pillow under your tummy, instead.

“c-can’t take it- ah! hah, too much, too much,” you’d slur through swollen lips and a bruised throat, “feels t’good,”

and they’d listen to your whines like it was music to their ears, their responses nothing but filthy words and curses. while one or two are thrusting into your overused holes from behind, another is positioning himself in front of you. tapping the head of his cock against your cheek, smearing his precum on your lips.

“c’mon now, open up.”

and you would, because no matter how much you whine and cry and plead, you still can’t deny the ache in your body when they treat you like this.

“there ya go, that’s our good lil’ whore,”

Incredible day to be a jayvik shipper, we are receiving yaoi cocaine as if it were water

your boyfriends fat cock was so sensitive, his mushroomy red tip was leaking with white precum dripping down to the thickness of his cock that was surrounded with veins pumping with blood. he had a hairy happy trail connecting his belly button to his delicious dick.

he was looking down at you with heavy eyes filled with lust as you place a gentle wet kiss on his angry fat tip. his hips immediately thrust into your mouth as a reflex begging for more. "mmmmm-! baby please-".

you coo at him before circling his clit with your wet tongue licking every drop of precum before sucking his tip inside your mouth with a sloppy pop. you knew how crazy it drove him when you suck his sensitive tip like that.

his head drop into the coach while his veiny hands rest on his face trying to hide the lewd faces he's making as he whines hips shuttering the harder you suck. your other hand start trailing to his balls squeezing them in your soft hands.

your boyfriend gasp as he feels his cock hitting the back of your throat he couldn't help the whiney pleading that left his mouth. and you couldn't hell the way your wet pussy was basically humping his leg.

you feel his rough hands gripping on you'd hair trying to pull you back. "baby-! nghhh- pull back i feel weird-". his eyes widen as he feels the sudden urge to piss everywhere at how sensitive his cock was.

but that only motivate you to suck his cock harder, squeezing your throat as tight as you were squeezing his balls. "stop-! ahhhhh mmmmm I'm going to piss- stop!". your boyfriend moan out the pleasure shooting up his abdomen before you feel a hot liquid gushing down your throat.

your eyes roll back moaning on his cock at the taste while your boyfriend lays down beneath you twitching after you sucked the life out of him.

where are the austin x black reader fics 🥲🥲🥲

The Sick Man's Sunny Neighbor [soft yandere! yuushi totsumoto with fem! reader series] part three

warning: alternate universe [no paranormal stuff], aged-up!reader (in late twenties to early thirties), sunshine!reader, mention of trauma and gore, yuushi's dirty mind, mention of death.

There may be additional triggers in this story. If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please leave now. You are responsible for your own Internet consumption.

MINORS DNI

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Reblog to support content creators ❤️

Hey guys and welcome back to another episode of The Sick Man's Sunny Neighbor! I would like to start off by thanking @thatstrangesheep for helping me finalize the outline for this chapter and to @pa1nrema1ns who not only beta-read it but singlehandedly rewrote it so that the clunky parts flowed, and provided information about certain medicines, including how an ICU in a hospital operated.

I honestly wouldn't have been able to get this done without their help, so please give them a big round of applause.

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show~!

Part Two

“-all your fault! You made me do this-”

Shcnk!

“-admired you! I was in love with you-”

Shcnk!

“You ungrateful bitch!”

Schnk!

“Uuuu-aaaaughhhh!”

A loud groan left your cracked lips as you attempted to scream for help. When the hoarseness of your voice prevented you from crying out, you made the split-second decision to defend yourself instead. You sluggishly raised your right arm to shield your body from the vicious onslaught of your assailant. However, you didn’t experience the sharp, searing pain of being stabbed as you had expected. Rather, someone had delicately clasped your upraised hand in their palms. You attempted to open your bleary eyes, hoping to understand your surroundings, but all you could see were blurry outlines and amorphous shapes. It seemed your vision had not yet returned. A soothing voice, so unlike the one from your nightmare, had addressed you. You couldn’t quite make out all the words–everything was just so hazy…

“-Okay. Everything is going to be okay. [Last Name]-san, can you hear me?”

At last, when your senses returned, the worried face of a young woman who couldn’t be much older than you met you. “Augh, unh.” you couldn’t even string together a coherent sentence. It appeared something had distorted your mind.

 “My name is Minako. I am your nurse, and right now, you’re in the hospital,” she explained slowly, as if she had all the time in the world. “You’ve been here in the ICU for the last two days,” Minako continued, “And right now, you’re recovering from a major surgery.”

Hospital? ICU!?! Surgery?!? So, someone attacked you? Someone had made an attempt on your life. But who could have…?

You had hoped to forget and never encounter again, but a face filled the forefront of your mind.

No. Not him. Anyone but him. H-he was no longer a part of your life. It can’t be. It can’t be. Itcan’tbeItcan’tbeItcan’tbeItcan’tbeIcan’tbeItcan’tbeItcan’tbe!

Your heart rate elevated, and you gasped. Your chest felt tight, and your body shook. “Shit! Her heart rate is skyrocketing. Sera, please contact Sugiwara-sensei! She was only just weaned off sedation and ventilator support last night, but she’s very agitated. Get an IV ready, stat!”

You suddenly dry heaved all over the blankets and the front of your gown.The bitter taste of bile filled your mouth and did nothing to help with the waves of nausea rolling through your stomach or the embarrassment.

“Here, love,” Minako whispered sympathetically as she provided you with a  plastic sick bag. You wretched as she rubbed a comforting hand on your back and helped reposition you in a sitting position. When you had emptied the contents of your stomach, Minako lowered you onto your pillow and provided you with a Styrofoam cup of iced water.

The frigid water revitalized your parched throat. After several deep breaths, you were able to calm down enough to gain a more thorough understanding of your situation. Someone attacked you after getting off the train. Unbelievable; a chance late-night craving for ramen had almost been your undoing. It was laughable. Almost like the plot of some ludicrous comedy. However, the actors and actresses in these films always walked away; it was just a fun gig for them. An innocuous action had positioned you in harm’s way. And try as you might, you just couldn’t remember how it all happened.

Before you could get ensnared by troubling thoughts, another nurse, Sera, joined Minako. “I’m going to run you an IV of Zofran, a medication to help stop the nausea, okay?” she explained softly. You rasped a quiet thank you before shutting your eyes. You had only intended to keep them closed for only a little while, but you ended up tumbling into a deep, dreamless slumber. A knock on your door woke you up hours later.

“[Last Name]-san, it’s Sugiwara-sensei, your doctor. Your nurse informed me you weren’t feeling well earlier, so I came to follow-up with you. May I come in? You also have a guest who wishes to see you.”

A guest? You inhaled a deep, sobering breath before answering the person on the other side of the door.

“Please, come in.”

You looked awful; you really did. Your hair was a complete mess, with tousled strands sticking out in every direction. Face pallid and slick with perspiration. You looked utterly terrified and confused; a mere shell of the vibrant woman who had become such an important figure in his life. He couldn’t blame you after what you went through. Not wanting to make his visit even more intrusive, he tuned out the doctor’s questions she had for you. Patient confidentiality agreement and HIPAA laws, right? Even if he was listed as your emergency contact, accessing that kind of information without your consent would not be possible.

Once she was done, Sugiwara-sensei excused herself and left him alone with you. The silence that followed was awkward at best. At least until he remembered the shopping bag in his hand. Clearing his throat, he held it out to you.

“Here,” he said. “I picked up a few things you might like to read to pass the time.” You gazed at him, blinking owlishly before your mouth curled back into a tired, sweet grin.

“Oh, Totsumoto-san, you didn’t have to do this!” You looked through each book, eyes lighting up with interest as you examined the cover and then turned them over to read the back. He almost choked on his spit when your hands curled around the edges of the porno he bought.

Embarrassment scalded his face. Shit. Why didn’t he pull it out sooner? Oh, right? The doctor probably would have kicked him out if she saw it and assumed he was a shameless pervert. He is one, but come on! Worse yet, he didn’t even look inside the bag and just handed the whole thing! God, he’s a fucking idiot.

“Uh, I can explain -” He said, but your laughter cut him off as your eyes skimmed over the gaudy text and scantily clad gravure model. Yeah, he isn’t hallucinating. You were actually laughing, a full-on belly laugh, as if someone had just told you the funniest joke you had ever heard. Such a pretty sound, he thought suddenly. You really had a delightful laugh. When was the last time he got to hear it? God, he’d give anything to go back to the simple days of sharing your company while in the warmth and safety of a cozy apartment. Unfortunately, life has a rather nasty habit of placing people at the mercy of circumstance. Hell, he’s had more than his fair share of shitty curveballs being thrown his way. But attempted murder? Who?

Who would want to harm you? And more importantly, why did someone target you? Yuushi realizes for the first time, he really knows nothing about you.

He would have continued getting lost in his thoughts if your giggling hadn’t dissolved into gasping sobs; throat hiccuping, and tears streaming down your face. “T-this isn’t a dream, is it?” You hiccupped. Your face still bore a wistful smile as you cried, but it didn’t quite meet your eyes. “This all isn’t some crazy dream created from a late-night craving for ramen. It was real. Getting off the train, waking up here in this place. This is real.”

What is he supposed to say? What could he say? Man, he sucks at comforting people.

“I didn’t mean to give you that.” He said, pointing at the magazine that was now resting in your lap. “Unless you’re into it, no judgment here. I can always find another one. So, what happened on the trip?” He broached the subject carefully. “Did you get the promotion or Lisa-chan? Better yet, was the food on the train even good? I’ve had shit luck with them when I was a salaryman myself.”

His words made you cry even harder. Not wanting to get kicked out by the nurse, or worse yet, being banned from seeing you altogether by Sugiwara-sensei, he leaned over and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I fucked up. All I wanted to do was to see you, but I ended up making you upset instead. I’m a screwed-up guy.” He muttered the last part to himself. He is a burden wherever he goes. Even to the people he cares about, like a curse. And that belief became stronger when you withdrew. But instead of disentangling yourself from him, you smiled.

You were beaming at him? Why?

“You did nothing wrong.” You murmur, rubbing the heel of your palm against your eyes. “Your surprise was just a wake-up call. Not how I would like to start a new work week, but hey I’m alive, right? That’s something to be grateful for.” Even though your voice was soft and raspy, and you weren’t yelling at him for being a lecherous old man, he still noticed the slight tremor in your hands. So, Yuushi took a more direct approach with what he knew best about a member of a different sex: physical contact. He gently wiped the burgeoning tears from your eyes using his thumbs. Feeling the rough, calloused skin against your cheeks was soothing and grounded you. He then wrapped his arms around your back and embraced again, this time much more closely. You buried your face in the dip of his neck and allowed the musky scent of his cheap cologne to flood your senses.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He said in a hushed tone. “I’m not going anywhere. Take all the time you need to let it out, yeah?” You wept as Yuushi held you and stroked your hair. You may have felt safe in his arms, but he was ashamed of himself. Yuushi was a red-blooded man, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t given you the up-down when he first met you all those months ago. You were an attractive woman; kind, intelligent, and hardworking. He couldn’t be more different or ill-suited for you, he thought.

Before he became involved with you, Yuushi was just another aimless, worthless asshole who pissed away what little income he brought in on call girls and pachinko machines. The carnal pleasures he sought served as little more than a brief respite when the constant sting of failure became all too much to bear. He was trying to console you he was, but all he could focus on was your body; the soft swell of your breasts against his chest, the puff of your hot breath against his neck, and the plushness of your cheeks as he brushed away your tears. In your distressed state, your hospital gown had also ridden up, giving him an ample view of your shapely thighs.

Fuck. He hasn’t been this intimate with a woman in months –

Idiot. You perverted, fucking idiot. He berated himself with disgust. He selfishly reveled in his twisted fantasies while you were left exposed and defenseless. And why did having you cling to him so desperately send such a chill down his spine?

He was an incredibly sick man for taking advantage of you like this.

When the tears finally stopped and you had calmed down enough to collect your bearings, you were both interrupted by the loud gurgling of your stomach. You pulled your face from his neck and flushed a bright shade of vermillion. Yuushi couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. Cute. He mused.

“You must be hungry, huh?” he asked. That’s right, you hadn’t eaten since the night of the incident. In fact, you hadn’t been able to eat for most of the time you were at the hospital because of the severity of your injuries. An intravenous dextrose solution administered through your arm had delivered the primary source of your nutrition. 

“Your nurse mentioned you had received the clearance to eat again, and I noticed a breakfast tray by your sink. Gotta be cold by now.” He stated matter-of-factly. “How about I grab you something from the cafeteria? Maybe not ramen this time, though.”

Ugh, what a dumb joke. He only hoped he wasn’t bringing up a bad memo-

You snorted before gazing fondly at him. “Thank you, Tostumoto-san, for coming to see me.” The smile you bore this time was genuine, and damn, was it beautiful. “I was so scared, so lonely. I don’t know if I would have been able to stay sane here without you.” His tired, deep-set eyes locked with your own, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I’m just a phone call away, sweetheart. I can’t make any promises, but I can at least be a shoulder to lean on when you need it.”

After a few more heartfelt words, the nursing staff guided Yuushi to the hospital cafeteria where he bought lunch for the two of you. Once back in your room, he attempted to restore some semblance of normalcy by sharing how work and life had been going for him while you both ate. He only intended to stay for a few hours, but before he knew it, the sky had become enveloped by hues of gold and amber as dusk settled in. Yuushi eventually left, but not before sharing plans of returning the next day after his shift had ended.

Yuushi sighed, walking through the hospital’s sliding doors. Talk about a crazy day. He suspected there might be some trauma after what happened to you, but not to this extent. Shit. Is he gonna have to do some online research? Would that even do any good? Would the doctor know some psychiatrist or therapist she’d recommend? Maybe it would be better if you got professional help instead of relying on a dirty old man like him for advice or solace. 

“Totsumoto-san?”

He blinked. Huh? He glanced over his shoulder and saw a couple standing behind him; the man, possibly in his early to late twenties, wore a dark suit and tie. His mouth was pursed into a tight, annoyed frown, as if he would rather be anywhere else in the world than being on this street near a sick fucker like him. The tiny woman was his complete opposite, blue eyes wide and curious behind a pair of red-rimmed glasses. Her jet-black hair hung from her neck in a trimmed bob, and she wore different shades of pink with a black overcoat and matching trousers. On her feet were flats, and on her left shoulder was a beaded black purse. A black cat and a ball of sunshine. Just like how the two of you used to be. 

“Can I help you?” He asked, surprising himself with how calm and even his voice sounded. Totally not nervous out of his hand as evident with his sweaty hands and his heart pounding against his ribcage.  Is he already breaking the law? Damn, maybe he’ll lose his construction job after all from skipping out to see you. 

The man pulled out a badge from his pants pocket. “I’m Detective Agathsuma. And this is -”

“An observer!” The woman chirped. “An outside observer who is just here to see how the police works! Oh, you’re [Last Name]-san’s emergency contact! I thought I recognized that scruffy photo from the file! And those eyebags! Goodness, you must put in a lot of hours at your construction job!”

“Kimura-san, you are an observer, not an investigator, which means you aren’t supposed to be snooping around police files on ongoing investigations without my knowledge or the captain’s.” The man growled. Yuushi could practically hear his molars grinding against each other in irritation. His older companion gave him a pout. 

“I didn’t read the entire thing. You don’t need a police file to know what he does for a living, silly! Look at his hands!” She pointed. 

“His hands?” 

“Do you know any other occupation in Japan besides a construction job that requires handling heavy machinery, team safety, and long hours in the sweltering heat?” She asked drily. “You don’t get callouses like he has by working in an air-conditioned office.” She looked back at him, smiling apologetically. “Sorry. I tend to babble a lot.”

Yuushi smiled weakly. “You’re fine, Kimura-san.” He said, trying to not internally freak out that someone knows what he did for a living just by looking at his hands. “So?” 

“So?” Kimura-san repeated, tilting her head to one side in confusion that made his heart twist in sorrow. Shit. Is it weird of him to think that you could be this bubbly and bright, in so many years down the road? Is it even possible for you to be like this again, after what you went through? He swallowed the lump lodged in his throat, then licked his mouth nervously.

“Well, you know who I am and probably why I’m at the hospital.” He nodded towards Detective Agathsuma. “I assume you have some questions for me about [Last Name]-san?” Kimura-san stared at him, then back at her partner with a big smile.

“He’s smart. I like him. Let’s have some tea!”

“Kimura-san!”

“What? There’s nothing better to enjoy your evening than a cup of tea as we ask this nice young man some questions about his friend! A cafe is so much nicer than an interrogation room. Oh, don’t worry, you aren’t in any trouble.” She patted his hand with her gloved one. “We just want to talk.”

Yuushi didn’t know why but Kimura-san’s words convinced him to follow her and Agathsuma-san to a corner booth in the back of a cozy cafe about two streets over. Jazz music played overhead while servers poured piping hot beverages for clients and spoons tinkled against porcelain cups. Both Yuushi and Agathsuma-san ordered coffee while Kimura-san helped herself to some chamomile tea. After a languid sip, she addressed Yuushi in a sweet, semi serious voice. The kind of pitch that reminded him of a grandmother who knows what is going on and doesn’t need to raise her voice to get the answers she wants. “Totsumoto-san, how long have you known [Last Name]-san, exactly? Or off the top of your head?” She asked.

Yuushi shrugged. “Six, maybe seven months. Nine actually. We live in the same apartment building.”

“And you’ve never seen anyone come or leave her place of residence?”

“No. She’s always lived alone. We hang out once a week for dinner, but that’s it.”

“Does she work from home?” Agathsuma-san asked. 

Yuushi took another swing of his coffee before he replied, “No. She works for a software company as a temp worker. Well, she used to. She told me today that she made the cut to be a permanent employee in HR instead of the popular runner-up. Whether or not it’ll stick is another question entirely after….what happened to her. Did you speak to her boss? Co-workers?”

“We did, and they’ve all said your friend is hardworking, patient, and kind.” Kimura-san said. “Seems like she really had no enemies to speak of or had a grudge against anyone. She kept to herself mostly, never went home the same way though.”

Yuushi blinked. “Pardon?” 

“She always took a different route back to the apartment complex where you two lived together, on separate floors. Was there any special reason why she did this? From what we’ve seen in our little walk around the neighborhood,” She waved a hand back and forth, from here to Agathsuma-san. “The most criminal activity that’s happened in the last fifty years has been shoplifting at a convenience store, and a woman suspected of murdering her husband, but it turned out he died from cardiac arrest.  Caused by enjoying sex a little too much. Did [Last Name]-san confide in you about any personal problems she might have been going through up until her…assault?” Kimura-san whispered the last part softly, leaning close so that only he and her partner could hear.

“N-No.” He sputtered. “But I did find it weird that I was her emergency contact instead of, y’know, a family member.”

“That’s another thing we can’t figure out either, Totsumoto-san,” Agathsuma-san grumbled, reclining back against the booth. “We did look for any relatives to contact before we decided to pay a visit to your workplace, but [Last Name] [First Name] had been part of a family registry up until ten years ago. We found a phone number belonging to a potential parent, contacted it, and they denied the existence of said person before hanging up on us.”

Yuushi’s heart dropped. “What?”

“And it only gets stranger from there. Ten months ago, [Last Name]-san had lived in another apartment, a great security system, and total privacy if you’re willing to pay an arm and a leg to live there. Then all of a sudden, she left and paid the hefty fee to stop paying a yearly lease. Records have shown that she had filed reports for stalking and asked numerous times for help. She had the evidence to prove she wasn’t imagining things, but no suspect was found. Local police disregarded the matter entirely.” The detective looked him straight in the eye. “And now, she’s in a hospital after barely surviving a brutal stabbing from behind at a train station. If that doesn’t strike you as odd, then I don’t know what the hell will.”

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daisuke content… i need more daisuke content…

So, your boyfriend cheated on you? Wooooooow. And guess what’s even worse? He cheated on you with your best friend. WOOOOOOOW.

But you know what’s even worse than all of that? BEING A CELEBRITY AND HAVING EVERYONE KNOW YOUR BUSINESS.

So yeah, to say you were going through it? That would be the understatement of the century.

Gojo had been your boyfriend for nine months before you two had the break-up of the year. Twitter, Instagram—everywhere. And how did it all go down? Oh, you caught him with your best friend in your bed. YOUR bed. In YOUR house.

Like, this man couldn’t even cheat in his own place. The audacity.

You had just finished a livestream with your co-star Sukuna, where the two of you were promoting your new movie and talking all kinds of trash. You came home, and boom—you caught them right in the act.

Yeah. It was bad. Like, really bad.

Honestly, you didn’t even know how to react at first. It felt like time just stopped for a second. Gojo had the nerve—the absolute gall—to act like you were the one intruding. Like, hello? Is this not my house? Is this not my bed you’re... defiling?

Your best friend—oh, let’s not forget her—she had the audacity to look embarrassed, like she didn’t know what was happening. Girl, you knew exactly what was happening. I bet you even scheduled it.

You remember standing there, blinking, just... blinking.

After the fallout, things went completely south. It was like your entire life had turned upside down, and you were beyond exhausted. Publicly embarrassed, utterly humiliated—it felt like the world was watching you fall apart. But what made it worse? They made their relationship public not even a week after the breakup. It was like getting slapped in the face repeatedly with no chance to catch your breath.

Just... embarrassing.

But the hits kept coming. There was an awards show coming up, and back when things were good—when you and Gojo were still dating and that bitch was still your best friend—you had agreed to co-host the event with him. But now? Yeah, you backed out, obviously. You weren’t about to stand on stage next to him and pretend everything was fine. Oh, but guess who was replacing you?

Yep. Her.

Life wasn’t just kicking you while you were down, it was dropkicking you off a cliff.

The only person who had your back through all of this was Sukuna. And even he couldn’t stay out of trouble. They had run into each other at a fashion show—Gojo, smug as ever, probably thinking he’d gotten away with it—and Sukuna, being the unpredictable menace he is, didn’t even waste time with words. He left Gojo bloody and bruised right there, in front of everyone.

Sukuna didn’t care about the cameras or the gossip; he was defending you, and everyone knew it.

Of course, the media had a field day. “Sukuna vs. Gojo: The Fashion Week Brawl,” headlines screamed. But you? For the first time in weeks, you actually felt a little better. Sukuna had stood up for you when you couldn’t even stand up for yourself.

You remember sitting in your penthouse, scrolling through the millions of reactions online, and getting a text from Sukuna that just said, “Handled it.”

You laughed, for the first time in days.

When the night of the awards show finally came, you were this close to skipping it altogether. Why put yourself through the humiliation? You knew you were going to get flamed by the press, by fans, by everyone. Not out of jealousy—no, it wasn’t that. It was the betrayal. How could they do this to you? You would never, ever do something like that to them. And yet, here you were—hurt, broken, and betrayed, not just by your boyfriend but by your best friend too.

Why?

You had poured all of that out to Sukuna during yet another night of drowning your sorrows—high, drunk, and completely out of your mind. You didn’t expect him to care, let alone do anything about it. But Sukuna? He just looked at you, all casual, and said, “Get ready. I’m going with you.”

Wait, what?

Sukuna being your date? The idea was absurd, and in your state, you could hardly process it, but before you knew it, you were dressed up, and he was right there by your side, like it was no big deal.

When you hit the red carpet, though? Oh, it was a mess. Your eyes were so bloodshot from being high and drunk, and you couldn’t even walk properly without stumbling. The cameras were flashing like crazy, and you knew everyone was watching you fall apart in real-time.

Oh yeah, the media was having a field day with your misery. You could already imagine the headlines: “Y/N Falls from Grace,” “Celebrity Trainwreck,” “Sukuna Saves the Day?”

But Sukuna? He didn’t care. He held onto you, guiding you with surprising patience. His hand on your waist, steady and strong.

He didn’t leave your side once, not even for a second. And while you felt like your life was unraveling, Sukuna somehow made it feel like maybe you weren’t totally alone.

After stumbling through the red carpet and barely making it to your seat, you thought maybe—just maybe—you could survive the night unnoticed. Sukuna was with you, keeping you steady, and you figured that if you just laid low, the rest of the event would fly by. You’d go home, sleep it off, and deal with the inevitable media storm later.

But, of course, because the universe was apparently hell-bent on ruining your life, your name was called for an award.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

Your brain tried to catch up. Your heart dropped. Why do I have to be alive for this?

You’d been so caught up in the disaster of your breakup that the idea of winning an award hadn’t even crossed your mind. You were high, tipsy, and an emotional mess, and now they wanted you to get up on stage? In front of them?

Oh, and of course, just to make things worse, Gojo and that girl—your ex-best friend—were hosting. The last people you wanted to see, much less share a stage with.

You made eye contact with Gojo for a split second, and he smirked. That little smug, self-satisfied grin, like he was winning in some twisted game you didn’t even know you were playing. And her? Standing next to him, all smiles, pretending like she wasn’t a snake.

You were going to have to walk up there, past them, and make a speech. While drunk and high. Oh, this was going to be spectacularly bad.

Sukuna leaned over and grunted, “You got this. If you trip, I’ll catch you before you hit the ground.”

With a groan, you got up, Sukuna standing too, steadying you as you wobbled your way to the stage. The crowd was watching. Everyone was watching. You were stumbling, trying not to faceplant as you felt their eyes burning holes into you. You nearly tripped twice. But Sukuna? He stayed right there beside you, not caring about the stares or whispers, like your personal bodyguard from hell.

When you reached the stage, your heart was pounding, and not just because of the alcohol. You took the award with shaky hands and glanced at the microphone. Gojo and your former best friend were standing just a few feet away, and you could feel them watching, waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.

You blinked at the mic. Then you blinked at the crowd. The room was spinning a little. You had no idea what to say, but you had to say something. So you took a deep breath and started:

“Wow. Uh... wow, this is, like... crazy, right? So... um, first of all, thanks. Like, thanks for... all of this. The award. The love. It’s great, really great.”

You paused, blinking at the crowd, who were dead silent. You were pretty sure your words didn’t make sense. But whatever. You were already in too deep.

“Y’know,” you continued, “this whole thing—like, life?—it’s kinda like a Barbie movie. Like, I thought I was Barbie, but turns out I was... um... more like... not Barbie. Like, I thought Gojo was my Ken, but he’s more like, uh... I don’t know, one of the Kens no one cares about? And then, y’know, maybe I’m the Ken. Maybe we’re all just Kens. Or maybe... maybe none of us are.”

People in the audience were glancing at each other, clearly confused, but you pressed on.

“And Gojo—like, no, he didn’t cheat on me!” you blurted, pointing at him. “He’s just... he’s just really bad at... you know... not being the worst. And I thought we were gonna, like, do great things together. But you know who’s the real Ken? Sukuna. That’s right. He’s the best Ken. And Ken’s aren’t even real! But he’s real.”

You could hear people in the crowd starting to giggle. Some people were holding in their laughter, but it was spreading like wildfire.

“And you know what else?” you said, starting to dance a little. “Life’s too short to not... have fun. So here’s me, having fun!”

At that point, you started dancing. Yes, right there on stage. Awkward, goofy, completely out-of-rhythm dancing. The crowd started to laugh for real now. You were feeling it. You didn’t care anymore—at least you weren’t crying, and that was a win in your book.

Gojo looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, and your ex-best friend looked utterly mortified. But Sukuna? He was grinning, arms crossed, standing off to the side like he was enjoying every second of it.

After what felt like an eternity, you realized you still had the mic in your hand. Oh. Right. The speech. You stopped dancing and wobbled back to the microphone.

“So, yeah,” you said, voice slurring a little, “this award... it’s great. I love it. You all are great. Barbie is great. Life is... weird. And... I think that’s it? I don’t know. But thank you. I think.”

You put the mic down and blinked again, realizing that you had, indeed, just made a speech about Barbie, Ken, and your personal mess of a life in front of hundreds of celebrities and millions watching at home.

Before you could make another disastrous move, Sukuna was already stepping forward. Without saying a word, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes. The crowd gasped, the cameras flashed, and there you were, being carted off stage by Sukuna, who was clearly done with the nonsense.

As he turned to leave, Sukuna made sure to bump his shoulder—hard—into Gojo’s as he passed, nearly knocking him over. Gojo shot him a glare, but Sukuna didn’t even look back. The crowd saw it, and a few cheers went up.

You, still slung over Sukuna’s shoulder, started laughing. Loudly.

“Thanks, Sukuna,” you mumbled, your face buried in his back, barely able to keep your eyes open. “I’m totally killing it tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grunted. “Let’s just get you out of here before you start talking about G.I. Joe next.”

And just like that, Sukuna carried you out of the awards show, leaving Gojo and the disaster behind as the cameras flashed and the crowd buzzed.

You’d made a complete fool of yourself, sure. But at least you weren’t alone.

lowkeyartist!sukuna hc’s

lokwyeartist!sukuna who goes live occasionally now, most are on the spot guitar covers but some that seem to be more popularised is when randomly feels like it. The most liked one is when he’s eating ice cream with his son, it’s just a shot of his face eating his cone while the top of his son’s head is all that can be seen. His son is probably one around this time and Sukuna entertains him and the live by interacting with his sons babbles, “is that right?” “really?” “you’re smart like your mama”

lowkeyartist!sukuna who dyes his hair black and doesn’t let his mass know by wearing caps in his videos after doing so for months so that he can enjoy dates and days out with his family without having to wear a mask and hat all the time. His followers find out and the questions food in, “why did you dye it? because i wanted to be normal with my family, being known comes at a big cost” “plus my sons got my hair colour and my wife always gushed over about it, so i figured to give her something to gush about towards me - brats stealing my spotlight from my own wife”

lowkeyartist!sukuna who always prioritises you and your sons identity. He never does shows internationally, saying he doesn’t like leaving his family. He always makes sure to cover you if he spots cameras pointing his way when you two are in public. And he always, always makes sure to reassure you of your importance in his life if a few comments or tweets etc. start getting to you (he definitely would make a post on his ig if that comments do start to overbear you a bit - something something, “my wife is deserving of my love, and I won’t stand aside to let a lot of you tear her down.”)

lowkeyartist!sukuna who wants his son to learn the drums. Theres a video he posted where he’s playing his electric guitar unplugged beside his son whose back is in front of the camera, his little drum in front of him while his dad tries to get him to hit on beat; you’re behind the camera cheering him on, also attempting to get him to hit on beat. Overall it’s just a cute video of your son bonding with his dad.

PRINCE GOJO M.LIST

part 1 “PRINCE GOJO?!” part 2: YOURE INLOVE WITH PRINCE GOJO?

part 3: PRINCE GOJO LOVES WHO?

part 4: “WE’RE ENGAGED!”

part 5: PRINCE GOJO ENGAGED TO WHO?

requests are open, please read rules before asking!

imagine somebody calling your anime/manga roster ugly and they got shigaraki on their roster

Lessons in Love

In which Satoru Gojo seems to fall for Megumi's new tutor.

MDNI

Summary: You look for a private student to tutor for some extra money and end up as the private tutor of Megumi Fushiguro, a high school student and the adoptive son of Satoru Gojo.

CW: Non-Sorcerer AU, not proofread, Satoru is a single parent, kind of bratty Megumi, mentions of death

Part 1

"Hello, is this Ms. Y/L/N?"

You put down the pen you were marking papers with. "Uh yeah, that's me. Who's speaking?"

The feminine voice waves through the phone, "I'm Yui, I saw your advertisement for private tutoring online. Are you still looking for students?"

Your attention is now fully on the call, the half-marked exam sheet almost forgotten, "Yes, yes, I am."

"Great," Yui replied, "Are you open to tutoring a 9th grader?"

"Yeah, any grade from 5 to 10 is okay."

"Alright then, could you give me some information on how you conduct uour sessions?"

"Alright so, I'm a teacher myself, so I am free any time after 5 PM. I can come by your house for two hours, thrice a week."

"That sounds perfect. When can you start?"

You glance at the calendar placed on your desk. "It's the start of the month today, I can come by your house at around 6 PM, if that's okay with you."

"Okay then, I'll text you the address. The student's name is Megumi Fushiguro. If the security stops you, just tell them you are his new tutor."

And that's how you end up in front of the 5-Star hotel. Your student lives at the penthouse of this hotel. If extravagance had a look, it would be this place. With long iron gates securing the entrance, the high technology security, and the almost shiny exterior make the place look like something straight out of a wealth-centric movie. 

As you step into the penthouse, you are greeted with a kind looking woman, "You must be Ms. Y/L/N. Megumi sir is in his study room."

She leads you to the room and knocks at the door. "Come in," a voice grumbles from inside.

As you step in, you are greeted with a teenage boy with dark messy hair. He sits up straight on his chair when he spots you. He gestures at the chair next to him, asking you to sit. You have dealt with multiple brats in your teaching life, but something about him screams spoiled to a whole new level. Maybe it's the private school effect.

"Hi," you plaster a smile on your face, hoping it masks your insecurity, "I'm Y/N. You new tutor."

He gives you the slightest nod, "Megumi."

You sigh. This isn't going to be easy.

---

Two hours, 4 subjects, and the littlest conversation later, the tutoring session comes to an end.

"So we can end the session for today," you tell him, packing up your things, "Can I talk to your parent?"

"My parents are dead," he says bluntly, taking you by surprise. "You can talk to Gojo. He's... my guardian. He should be home by now." He gets up from his chair and leaves the study room, causing you to follow him subconsciously.

Soon, you find yourself in the lavish living room, a large chandelier hangs at the centre of the ceiling, beneath it is a long velvet couch, and on top of the couch is a man sitting.

Not just any man.

The most beautiful man you have ever laid your eyes on.

His white hair falls on his face- the same face that seems to carry the most charming smile known to mankind. His eyes... his blue eyes so bright even the Sun would be jealous. He gets up from the couch and approaches you, offering his hand.

You shake it almost hastily. Such pretty hands... wonder what it would feel like around your neck-

FOCUS.

"I'm Satoru Gojo," his smooth voice ripples through the air, breaking the silence.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Megumi's new tutor."

His smile doesn't fade as he tilts his head sideways, "So I've heard. You'd spoken to my assistant earlier this morning, yes? Yui?"

"Oh," you say, remembering the previous conversation, "Yes, I had spoken to her."

"Great. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"That wouldn't be necessary-" Megumi begins, but shuts up immediately as Gojo flashes his dimpled smile at him.

"How about you go back to your room, Megumi?" Megumi rolls his eyes subtly and leaves you both alone.

"Please, have a seat, Ms. Y/L/N." He tells you, gesturing at the velvet couch. You oblige politely.

"So, Yui tells me you are a teacher?" He asks you.

"Yes," you inform him, "I teach at a middle school."

"Ah, I see. And you are capable of tutoring a high school student?"

"Yes, yes, I am. I've been teaching since I graduated college. It's been almost 4 years now."

He nods thoughtfully. "Megumi can be... difficult at times. He's a smart kid, and he took a few advanced classes. But now he's struggling to keep up."

You nod. "Yes, he's told me that."

"Good, good. So you'll be here thrice a week for a two hour session, am I right?"

"Right."

"And Megumi is your only student?"

"Right."

He gives you a cheeky smile. "Relax, this isn't an interrogation. I'm just making sure." 

You hope with all your being that there's no blush crept on your face as you chuckle nervously. "Yeah, of course." 

He checks the time before continuing. "It's late. Will you able to get back alone?"

"Yes, it won't be a problem, thanks for asking." 

"Do you live far?"

"A little."

"Allow me to drop you off."

"What?! No! It's fine, really."

"I insist."

"You really don't have to, but thanks."

---

And that's how you find yourself in the passenger seat of Satoru Gojo's car.

A/N: This is the first time I'm sharing any of my writing online, and I know this isn't even that good. But I'm trying to get back into writing actively and I thought sharing it would motivate me further.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

GUYS, does anyone know where that one shot of Izuku x reader is where they were in the Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses movie? Izuku was Derek and reader was Barbie 💖💕

NSFW- Minors and Ageless blogs please dni

Nepo-baby!Gojo x f!Reader, Gojo’s a loser/desperate, Modern AU, Masturbation (Gojo), slight public masturbation (tbh it’s just Satoru being down bad)

Word count: 4.5k

Author’s yap: Ok ok ok so- I started this when the lack of AC in my dorm was frying my brain, and it gave me an idea. Now I’m freezing my ass off and fantasizing about the heat. This isn’t too smutty, but if I’m still into this, I might expand… Enjoy pooks <3

Dive In!

It’s hot as shit outside, and you know what that means: the college rec center pool’s gonna be packed.

Every god-forsaken year, the Earth teeters a bit too close to the Sun just around the time that students are moving those obnoxious highlighter-colored carts up and down the streets carrying their belongings. Everyone’s wiping their foreheads, a content sigh when they step into the lobby of the dorm building. This doesn’t last too long, unfortunately. Because as soon as you step onto a resident floor, let alone an actual dorm room, it’s like Satan pulled apart his ass cheeks and sandwiched you right in between ‘em.

Hot as shit and there’s no AC, so for the very unlucky majority who didn’t bring a fan (as instructed by housing, who don’t live under these conditions, mind you), they’re stuck sizzling in their dorms, hopelessly opening their dusty windows for wishing for any semblance of a draft to come in.

It’s miserable. But luckily, there’s a solution! And no, it’s not fighting someone’s mom for the last desk fan in Target.

It’s the university’s recreational pool! Open to all students, it’s like a gift from Heaven (or a college alumni). Everyone, and I mean everyone, is there.

It’s like a big pool party (albeit indoors)- everyone’s got some sort of appendage in the water, trying to cool off. A few girls have their towels set up on the side, lying on their stomach as they scroll on their phone or read a book. A couple of people brought a beach ball- tossing it around. You're sitting on the side chatting with your roommate, Shoko, kicking your feet into the water, as she leans on the rim of the pool, hair up in a clip.

“I don’t get why they haven’t installed any AC units- or even central air.”

“If they even think about renovating, G. Hall will literally fall into smithereens.”

Shoko jokes, resting her chin in her hand as she looks up at you, tiredly.

“As if the Gojo clan wouldn’t be able to donate more money for a renovation. That’s pocket money for them.” You yawn, drained too. The heat is tiring. Especially after the two of you just finished setting up your dorm together for the third year in a row- this time, without your parents to help y’all. Y’all were burning up, and you needed to cool down- real bad.

You do a scan of the pool. Some familiar faces, others not so much. The school’s big as shit, and you keep to yourself and your group- you don’t need to know everybody. Yuki’s in the water with her boyfriend, playing chicken with some other people. She’s got a death grip on his pigtails, almost as if she’s steering him around, smothering his face between her thighs. A guy named Kento- your study partner from last year- is over by the stairs to the pool- wanting to be in it, but not completely submerged. He seems to be enjoying his time by himself. Ino and his boys are the ones hitting around the beach ball, splashing around in the extremely crowded pool.

“Look at all of our sorry asses…” You mutter, sighing as you sip on a drink you brought.

“When I didn’t want summer to end, I wasn’t talkin about the heat. But whatever. 2 more weeks being in the 8th circle of hell, and it’s back to our regularly scheduled progra- oh my-” Shoko stops mid sentence, her eyes glued to something as she hits your thigh profusely.

“What- what? Yaga in a jock strap?” You finally turn and see him (Shoko side eyes you- why would you want to look at Yaga in a jock strap). The man, The myth. The… nuisance.

“I thought he was too good to come here and hang with the common folk.”

“Maybe he wanted to cosplay as a broke college student like the rest of us for a day.”

Satoru Gojo- ultimate legacy, trust fund baby, nepo spawn, and just all-around spoiled brat. And he’s proud of it. Wearing blue Versace swim shorts and his sunglasses indoors, which only works for him with his scary ass eyes, he saunters into the place, expressing unbelievable childlike wonder at the sight of the pool.

“So this is what a public pool is like!”

“You don’t have to sound pretentious.” Suguru quips, walking in front of his best friend to scan the area. It’s crowded as a bitch in this place.

“I’m just- amazed, that's all. And you come here by yourself?”

“No. With other friends. Because I’m likable.”

Satoru frowns at that, shifting his beach chair under his arm uncomfortably.

“And it’s not like you’d come.” This was true. Under normal circumstances, Satoru wouldn’t step foot in this place. The water wouldn’t be good for his skin. But, when his pool’s getting renovated, he figures that he has no choice. He thought that there would be 5, maybe 10 people there. Well, he now knows he was wrong; almost all of JJU: Tokyo is here. And he’s now also made aware of the fact that most students don’t have AC.

He follows behind Suguru as he leads them through the crowd of bodies, the head radiating from them all damn near breaking Satoru out into a sweat.

“Here- and lean that chair up against the wall or something. It’ll take up too much space.” Suguru says, as he hunkers down on the floor, scooting up to the clearing at the rim of the pool. He smooths the back of his hair up, readjusting his ponytail, sighing when his legs hit the water.

Yea… Satoru’s not doin that. He brought this chair, and he’s gonna use it, spatial awareness be damned. Ignoring all of the dirty looks he gets from people, he sets his chair right next to his friend (who is pretending not to know him) and sits, reclining with a dramatic sigh that only Satoru could argue was authentic. He crosses his legs and puts his hands woven behind his head, looking up and basking… in the industrial light.

“You can’t tan under this IKEA lighting.” Suguru says, not even bothering to look in Satoru’s direction.

“Yea- well, what do you propose that I do?” Satoru can feel himself getting slightly irritated with this public pool shit.

“Get in the water. That’s what we came here for, right.”

Satoru clumsily folds up his chair, not even bothering to go lean it against the wall in fear that he’d lose his sliver of access to the water (he doubts that Suguru would save it for him right now to be honest). Slowly but surely, he eases himself down into the water, holding his breath. He can already feel that he’s goin to need several bubble baths (extra bubbles) after this. He even closes his eyes, wading in the water and trying to get comfortable.

And then Satoru jumps into something. With a slight jolt, he looks over his shoulder and he’s gobsmacked seeing you look back at him, glasses threatening to fall off his dripping face.

He quickly gathers himself, pushing his glasses up then running his hand through his hair. And then he subtly recoils, realizing he just let that filthy shit in his scalp.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Shoko’s got a shit-eating grin on her face, as you look at this man, somewhat horrified. Never did you think that you would ever meet this man face to face, but here he is- back to leg. And he’s hot- I mean, not in the physical way (well, you don’t think he’s bad looking but-) he’s quite literally hot to the touch. It’s abnormal- his body temperature’s like magma.

“Sorry.” He gives you a faint smile, the right dimple he has showing slightly.

“No worries.”

There’s a period of silence, and you take this opportunity to try and turn back to your friend, but he pipes up.

“I’m Satoru, by the way. What’s your name?”

You turn to look at him, gears turning in your head as your decide whether or not you want to give him a fake name or-

Yuki calls your name from the center of the pool and you almost curse at the timing.

“Wanna hop in this round?” She calls, Choso’s hands on her thighs to steady her while her hands are cupped around her mouth, calling out to you. Choso brings them closer.

“No, I’m ok. I don’t have a partner-”

“I’ll be your partner.” Satoru practically has stars in his eyes. "If... you want me to be, though. I'm a stranger, so- so stranger danger…”

Oh brother, he’s rich and a fuckin loser.

"So you wanna play, rich boy?" Yuki asks him, completely neglecting the shudder that both you and Satoru do in response to his whack ass comment. Shit, even Choso winces in response, trying to regulate his usually very expressive face just in case Satoru sees, tells his clan, and Choso’s scholarship ends up revoked.

Satoru manages to stammer out a yes, though followed by him saying he understands if he wasn't invited to play.

"This is not kindergarten- you can play with the big kids." She jokes, hopping off her boyfriend's shoulders and into the water.

"I'll be your partner for this round, if that helps. I’m good at it, don’t worry." You're absolutely elated that Yuki offered herself- you're not sure if you would have been able to team up with Satoru. You and Choso are cool, exchanging a grin as you hop off of the ledge of the pool, plowing through the water over to him.

"Ok...."

"..."

"How do you play chicken?"

Good grief.

“I’ll teach you, then.” Yuki wades over to Satoru, and his lips contort into a nervous grin. He just prays that he doesn’t embarrass himself (anymore than he already has) in front of you.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Satoru ain't shit at playing chicken.

“I’m best friends with a bubble boy…” Suguru mutters under his breath, running his hand painstakingly over his face as he watches Satoru look like a cat in water.

Any splash to his face, and he's completely selling, allowing Yuki to fall off (much to her dismay) or giving you and Choso enough time to make y'all's way over to them to attack. It was to the point that your body was completely dry, save for your feet. Slowly but surely though (after like, 5 rounds), he begins to get the hang of it, getting over his disdain for this rancid water touching his face and accepting the fact that he'll have to do several deep cleanings of his pores when he gets home.

He's actually starting to have fun- settling more into the atmosphere and letting his competitiveness show. And you're not minding it. You were dreading having to interact with him at first, let alone play a game with him because you thought that he would be a dick, but you were wrong. Well, not exactly wrong- but he was less dicky than you thought.

“Ok- time to switch for the next round!” Yuki says with a smile (which looks slightly elated, in your opinion) as she hops off of Satoru’s shoulders.

“Hm? We don’t stay with the same partners every round?” Satoru asks- something you were also thinking. For once you too seem to be on the same page about this game.

“No! We switch every round.” What a goddamn liar. She’s just tired of losing because the pretty princess is scared of getting his face wet.

This means that you’re stuck with the pretty princess. Fuck.

You slowly climb down Choso, who is simultaneously welcoming his girlfriend with open arms. Satoru’s mind is moving a mile a minute with every little ripple of water to inadvertently send in his direction.

You make your way over to the ledge of the pool, hoisting yourself up, and by Heaven- Satoru can see your ass jiggle out of his peripheral and he almost seizes. You turn around, and sit on the ledge, just looking at him. And he swears he’s getting closer to going into cardiac arrest with every second of him being the center of your attention.

“Come here-” You beckon, motioning for him with your hand. He nods helplessly, trying not to look too desperate with how fast he’s moving to you.

“Now I’m not as good as Yuki, so if we lose, it’s not entirely on you this time.” You smile, scooting up, placing your legs over his shoulders. Good lord does this man smell… expensive. It’s good. I’m not talking played out Dior Savauge, I’m talking Hermès, Dolce and Gabbana. You’re a sucker for a good smelling man. Even if this one is quite literally the most dramatic man on Earth.

“I’m not good at all, so anything you do I’ll watch with awe.” He places his hands on your thighs- jeez, his hands are big.

You laugh, thinking he’s joking. He’s not.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

You shift nervously on Satoru's shoulders, while Satoru is quite literally in Heaven- though, he would prefer it if his face were the other way. He has never been this close to a woman outside of his family, so this entire interaction was rocking his small little world. He's keeping his hands on your thighs while his mind is completely mush, his ears are flushed. It’s like as soon as you got on his shoulders, his ability to comprehend anything said to him was decimated.

“Satoru- Satoru!”

You call to him as Chosou and Yuki splash towards you, Yuki’s face wearing a huge smile now that she’s got the upper hand. You call him again, and all this bumbling buffoon can manage to say to you is “Uh-huh, u-uh-huh.”

(Shoko runs to the bathroom, almost peeing herself from laughing too hard.)

Fuck it- thinking quick, you grab a hold of his hair, trying to Remi-Ratatouille him around. And surprisingly- it works!

Left you go!

Right- to the riiiighhhhhhhhttttt-

Satoru has no fuckin idea what’s going on right now. He’s just happy to be here, a grinning mess while you pull him around the pool, narrowly avoiding Yuki, who’s maniacal laughter trails behind the two of you. 

It’s like riding a horse the way he thoughtlessly follows your pull.

“Satoru- are you ok?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at your opponents. You’re hoping that your teammate will stop being so useless, gain back consciousness, and help you the fuck out.

Getting desperate, you palm the side of his face, shaking it. Suddenly, he stops moving, and it’s like his breath is caught in his throat- a sound was caught in it? You don’t know what happened, because the next thing you knew, Yuki and Choso came crashing into you, causing you and Satoru to fly into the water. 

Gasping for air, you paddle in the water, eyes burning profusely. Satoru comes up soon after this, and you glare at him. 

His cheeks are flushed, as he lets out deep, heavy breaths. “Sorry..” Is all he could seem to muster out, giving you a nervous grin.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Satoru’s starting to get the hang of it. Ok maybe not really- but he’s more active at least. You appreciate that, as well as the banter he’s contributing. His socially inept demeanor is slowly dissolving, and he’s flinching less and less at the water.

You’re actually having a lot of fun with him.

“You guys can’t keep running forever!” Yuki yells, getting kind of frustrated from how the two of you keep slipping out of her grasp.

“Oh really? watch us.” Satoru’s grip tightens on your thighs as he splashes around to put more distance between y’all, causing you to squeal. 

“Satoru if I fall- go slow!” You say in between laughing fits. 

“Just hold on, and you won’t!”

Maybe you too had a fighting chance with this. Actually- you think you might win at least a round or two.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

You two lost. Miserably. Yuki’s a fucking beast, and Choso’s the definition of an immovable force. You guys could only get away from them for so long- let’s not forget the pool’s crowded as shit. Y’all didn’t stand a chance. But hey- Satoru’s not too bad. Maybe he was just having a rough time adjusting to talking to people who don’t have a networth of $1 million+. But it was fun, you can not lie.

Satoru’s laugh is airy while he allows you to get off of his shoulders, listening to you teasing him for his performance. You shuffle yourself back onto the ledge of the pool next to Shoko, who seems to be in deep conversation with Suguru.

“I never thought that someone could be that bad at Chicken.”

“Hey- I prefaced this entire thing with the fact that I didn’t know how to play.” He laughs again- he’s so giggly right now, removing himself from between your legs and going to the area next to you, places his head in his hand while he looks up at you.

“Yea, but that bad?”

“Mention it again and I’ll have a meeting with Financial Aid about you.” 

The both of you crack up.

…He’s kind of pretty- somewhere in the game he pushed his sunglasses up onto his hair, wet strands of white sticking to his forehead.The sight of his smile warms you up a bit inside. When he’s down here with the common people, he’s a pretty cool person to be around.

“I can see why you don’t come here often, then.” You say, tiling your head towards him.

“Ah, well, I usually just go to my par-” Satoru’s voice dies off. How about he doesn’t talk about his privilege for a bit. Cosplay a normal college student for a little- at least with you. He wants to relate to you- to get to know you on all levels- as much as humanly possible. 

“I… just didn’t see a purpose for it before. But this was fun.”

“A sign for you to come more often, then.”

“Will you be here?”

You smirk. “Why, so you can get our asses whooped in a game again?”

He grins, right dimple once again making an appearance.

“Just asking- the poop- pool- pool. Fuck. The pool’s nice.” He sighs- covering his face in embarrassment, cheeks swelled up with blood. 

“Sorry. Waterlog.”

You burst out laughing- his slip up and awkward responses are starting to grow on you. It’s cute.

“Well I’m sure that you have AC, so you don’t have to worry too much about being hot and sticky in a room.”

“Mmmwell,” He takes a breath, “I wouldn’t mind being hot and sticky with- hm.”

He pauses, letting his embarrassment settle in. “I’ll stop trying to talk now.”

This gets another giggle from you. “You could just say that it would be nice to see me again.” You adjust your bikini bottoms (haha) up on your hips, and then place your hand to your side to lean closer to him.

“It would be, yes.”

“I guess it wouldn’t be too bad to see you, either.”

“Satoru. We gotta go-” Suguru stands up from the ledge with a stretch. “We needa go grab groceries for the apartment.”

Satoru groans. He swiftly hoists himself up out of the water effortlessly (he hopes that you were watching, thanking the lord that he constantly worked out at the apartment gym) and quickly grabs his chair, holding it in front of himself.

“I’ll see you- and the pool again.” 

“Mhm.” You wave him bye while he trails behind Suguru out of the pool room.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

He came in the pool.

He. Fucking. Came. 

Sperm swimming in the chlorine.

He doesn't even know how it happened. With every tug of his white tufts, his dick throbbed and twitched, rubbing against the fabric of his swim shorts in a way that was driving him mad. He was already fighting for his life with having your pussy pressed up against the back of his neck. And the way that you called his name- Oo, it was dizzying for him.

Next thing he knew, your hand was on his face, and he was biting the shit out of his tongue trying not to moan, knees buckling while he shoots into the water.

And you smiled at him!

He practically talked Suguru’s ear off (nothing new) in the car about it while on the drive back to their apartment. Besides the cumming in his pants part- nah, he’s taking that to the grave. He was just so giddy about the day. His first flirtatious interaction with the opposite sex! How exciting!

“Yea yea I get it she’s so pretty, you get hard thinking about her, and you come in your pants just thinkin about her. Can we get out of fantasyland and go into Trader Joe’s now?”

Suguru rolls his eyes, looking out the passenger seat window, his arm hanging out. Satoru flushes.

“Why would anybody cum in the pool?”

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

But yes, where was he? Oh yea, his hand’s fisting his cock.

He doesn’t know how his hand ended up there.

Oh, he was so pathetic today. He couldn’t even speak normally to you, let alone touch you without short-circuiting. And the way you looked at him. Like he was an absolute idiot- he’s never had anyone look at him like that before… except Suguru but it’s not the same. In a weird way, it turns him on. At least he redeemed himself slightly in the end, while he was subtly rubbing himself against the pool walls, the small dips in the tiling making the friction so much more enjoyable. 

What a fucking loser, getting off to the sound of your voice- and in a public place? Your pretty little laugh did wonders to him. And to be under your gaze with such scrutiny- ohmygod he was so happy he brought that chair, using it to cover his hard-on as he smiled at you like an idiot, following behind his best friend like a preschooler going back inside after recess.

He loved seeing how you adjusted your bathing-suit, nipples becoming erect as soon as you got out of the pool. The way that your pussy was a flimsy cloth away from coming into real contact with him- he is swimming in his thoughts right now.

And you smelt so good- it’s definitely nothing he’s ever smelt before (because he’s been close to any woman that’s had a scent worth below $200). The smell is just so- you (he plans on driving to every single fragrance store to pinpoint said scent so he can spray it on his pillow to smell while he plays with himself).

There’s nothing he wouldn’t give to have you splayed out on his bed with his head between your thighs, eating you out until you’re frantically calling for him, a tight grip on his hair the way that only you can do. Fucking his hand while you moan, for him- he’d go bankrupt to hear it. He would make you feel good- he knows it- he’ll make it his life’s mission. The little stutters and quivers you’d make when you would get close, pleading for him to make you cum. And don’t even get him started on how he would feel when his cock sinks into you. He’s confident that he wouldn’t last any longer within five minutes. As soon as he pushes past the rim, he’d be shooting ropes. So he’d have to eat you out first to save the little slivers of his dignity that he has left.

He wonders- would you think he was big? Would you struggle taking him? Fuck, seeing you whine and moan, begging him with cute little “slow down”s and whimpering about how good he’s stretching your cunt. 

He’s so stuck up in the way that your hands entangled themselves into his hair- fuck- he lets out a helpless whine as he continues his fuck sesh, moving his hand upupup, the ring of precum chasing his hand with each stroke. You used his body with little regard to how he would feel- not like he cared. You could use him however the hell you’d like. Fuck, his dick was aching with each tug. 

And you got in that water. 

He’s filthy- just so- so depraved for the way that that makes him harder, causing him to stroke himself faster. You were practically bathing in his cum, albeit unknowingly. How fucking nasty is that? He pictures you accidentally swallowing it- what would it be like watching you actually take it? Would you replicate your teary, chlorine-stung eyes while you were on your knees for him, throat fucked-out, tongue lolled, and waiting for his cum?

With that, he’s seeing stars, shooting comets onto his satin sheets, utterances of “Oh fuck”s and “I’m cumming”s, and finally, with a sigh, says your name while his lower torso twitches from the sensitivity, accompanied with the cool breeze his fan is blowing onto his handless cock.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

“The amount of emails we’ve been getting about the heat is starting to get a bit concerning, I must admit.” One of the chairs of the university says, mouth full of food. 

All of the important figure heads of the college are sitting at the Gojo family’s long dinner table, conversing like the old buddies they are. It’s a usual thing for them to do, where they chat about stupid, unimportant uppity-rich people things, like school funding or whatever.

“What do you think we should do about this?” The housing chair directs this question to Satoru’s father, who opens his mouth before his son interrupts quickly, voice booming in the confident air that he learned to develop with people in (or slightly below- not too far below) his tax bracket.

“My friend’s in the dorms say that the dorms are pretty cool- It’s cold in there, even.” Satoru says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders while he pushes his wagyu around on his plate. 

What a fuckin liar, but it’s the cross he’s willing to bare in order to see you again. Bikini covering the parts that make his mouth water, fanning yourself from the heat- hot and bothered, just like him. It’ll be worth the possible pimples he’ll get.

With this, the big-wigs frame their decision around this.

“Oh, really? It’s already so cold…”

“it would also mean that we would have to expand the budget.”

“The students should be fine without AC. If anything, the pool is open.”

Satoru looks down, smiling to himself.

If the students of Jujutsu University: Tokyo knew that the only reason they’re not getting AC units is because Satoru Gojo, all-around nepo-baby, spoiled brat, and pussy-whipped loser wants to have a chance to see the girl he fucks himself to at the pool again, they’d barbeque and skewer him alive.