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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... thinks being a streamer stresses him out too much.

hell, gaming in itself stresses him out. if he continues on this path he's confident he'll have gray hairs before 40.

he doesn't know how long he's been streaming for. he turned on his camera after eating lunch and now the sun is beginning to set, and the man hasn't won a single competitive game in valorant. you told him he was ass at the game as a joke, and now your duo is moping over nonsense. he puts his head in his hands, elbows resting on the table that supports his gaming pc. his pink cat ear headphones begin to slip and fall off of his head, leaving a stupidly shaped dent in his white tufts of hair.

togenumaki: why're u ass at this game LMAO yuujispace: cheer up gojo :(

on the other side of the stream, you laugh. you, his valorant duo for months now.

"chat, i don't know if i can keep doing this." he groans into his hands. "my duo is so mean to me."

your mouth drops, and you gasp— feigning innocence.

"come on, one more. i'm sure we'll win this one." you offer, leaning back in the reclined chair. the chat blows up with supportive comments, and with another grunt, gojo queues the two of you into another competitive game.

suguruniis: $10 he gets tilted n ffs before round 8 tojifushigrro: hardstuck diamond is crazy nankentou: He's trying his best.

for someone like gojo, he tries to stay levelheaded during the duration of his games. key word: tries. that's until he's been playing all day and ends up losing his edge from earlier, and now all of a sudden he's arguing with his own goddamn teammates.

the man has a potty mouth, and it definitely does not help that he always has to have the last word.

you always sit back and listen to him bicker with your teammates; gojo constantly seems to be trying to get at someone, even if its unintentional.

suguruniis: remember when he told someone to kys and then got comms banned for a week featuringnobara: LOL HE WHAT gumigames: ?

"chat, don't listen to him. i'd personally never do such a thing."

when you snort, gojo's facade finally falls.

"remember when we played that one time and—" you begin, but gojo immediately cuts you off, recalling the same memory that you are about to humiliate him for.

"okay! anyways, guys. if we win this, my duo said she'll buy me ice cream." he shifts the conversation, and the chat erupts into a bunch of emojis.

"i did not say that."

"you did!" gojo adjusts his headset, perky pink cat ear headphones standing straight up.

"did not." you retort.

"you did! now, play your best, okay? i'm really looking forward to my future vanilla cone."

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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... didn't mean to make his daughter cry.

your daughter clings to your left leg, hiding her little head in the empty crease of your clothed leg behind your knee. your husband's face drops, eyebrows crinkling in pain at the sound of his baby girl's wails, screams of torment and pain coming from her usual giggly lips...

it's heartbreaking.

she's crying... over the fact gojo let his beard grow out.

truth be told, he shaved weekly. it was a routine; you would stand next to him in the bathroom mirror and watch as he whips up the white shaving cream on his hands before lathering it onto his chiseled face and sharp of his jawline. gojo would shave with such precision, making sure every existing stubble was removed before kissing you again. it made him feel clean and was part of maintaining his charming, youthful look.

but recently, he's been so busy with his sorcerer missions.

your husband hadn't shaved in a few weeks, soft tufts of white springing from his chin and dotting his cupid's bow. while you found his stubble and beard quite handsome, your daughter did not.

she found it to be quite the opposite, actually.

"you're not dada!!" his daughter screams, sobs of fear becoming cries of anger and distress.

you can't help but stifle a laugh, motherly hand reaching back to gently stroke her head in an affectionate manner.

"pumpkin, that's dada." you try to soothe her, words gentle as your husband stands in shock over the fact his own three-year-old hasn't realized it's him.

"no!!" your daughter screams, voice trill as she shrieks in fear.

"baby..." you frown.

"no! no! no!!"

you sigh, crouching down to her level to soothe her. you gently kiss her forehead, watching as grubby little hands come up and hastily try to wipe away childish tears. the scary man, your husband, leaves— you assume to shave.

ten minutes later, said scary man returns with a clean-shaven face.

his heart softens at the sight of you and your daughter, sitting on her play mat together. his baby girl rests in your lap with a pouty lip, eyes glossy with previous tears. gojo feels bad for scaring his little pumpkin so badly.

"look, pumpkin." you say softly, pointing up at your husband. his face is still damp from his shave, but he's certainly regained a certain charm back from being bare faced.

"hi, baby."

"dada!" your daughter squeals, nearly tripping over herself to get off of your lap and into the warm confines of gojo's arms.

it's adorable, really... how his baby girl only recognizes him when he's clean shaven.

"hi there, baby. did ya miss me?" your husband smiles as your daughter grabs onto his face, little hands running over gojo's soft skin where prickly stubble once was.

a little chirpy giggle escapes your daughter.

the past image of the scary man is forgotten, and the only man that remains is a loving father. you laugh, heart full of warmth.

your little family was so funny, and it was yours to love.

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𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 ✘ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨

❤︎ synopsis: baking cakes aren't easy, and your boyfriend doesn't make it any easier. you're two steps from being done, but the last thing you expected him to do was bend you over the counter before you were able to put the candles on. ❤︎ contents: MDNI. boyfriend! choso kamo x fem! reader, doting n very cutesy love, choso's a little bit of a pervert, ooc choso if u squint, reader is ditzy n hyper fem, dry humping/grinding, p -> v, kitchen counter sex, unprotected sex, lots of praise, very mild degradation, dom! choso, subby! reader n reader's first time, pet-names, food play, aftercare etc. ❤︎ wc: 2.8K ❤︎ authors note: hai guys i didnt forget about u, i hope u enjoy !! dont forget to reblog n like if uu didddd !! thank u guys for being sho patient w me !! ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ . . . tagging sum cho lovers !! @stopisa @todorokies ❤︎ 𝓢𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 & 𝓢𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ℳ𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

choso is a fan of vanilla. 

vanilla, as in the flavor vanilla. 

and vanilla sex, but you don’t know that. 

technically, the two of you haven’t even done the deed yet. 

the honeymoon stage was still very in tact between the two of you. choso’s cheeks get all rosy when your hand finds his and gives it a little squeeze, and he watches the way you fumble over your words when he calls you pretty. the love still feels new, and it isn’t getting any easier with the way you’re genuinely so shy around him. it’s been exactly three months, one week, two days, ten hours, and thirty minutes of being your boyfriend— choso is counting down simply because he likes to remember these things. they make him feel good about himself, confirming that he is indeed a dedicated and dutiful boyfriend.

he stands in your kitchen, leaning against a large column, gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low as he snacks on a bit of goldfish. there’s the faintest you promised you’d hang out with him today, but after realizing you had a girls party to attend, you figured you could crush two birds with one stone.

you called him earlier that morning, and of course, choso was more than willing to spend time with you. you’re a very fun, bright person with a smile made of a million brilliant suns… a smile he hopes to wake up to every morning instead of the sunlight itself. 

“baking date…” your boyfriend interrupts your thoughts as you read the ingredients on the cardboard box of the vanilla cake mix. “pretty smart, sweetheart.”

you laugh at that, heart swelling in your chest. 

“only because i totally forgot that the party was tonight,” you giggle. 

“oh really? or is it because you knew i liked to bake?” your lover chuckles, deep voice pulling at his adams apple as he swallows down goldfish crackers.

his words make every train of thought in your head crash, metal wheels trembling against a delicate track that can’t hold itself together. even his deep voice makes you so nervous. the man was so charming in his own way… it’s no surprise that he charmed you too. 

“i didn’t know you liked to bake, choso.” you giggle, standing up on your tippy toes to grab a bowl from the cupboard.

your skirt flutters a bit, and he catches the softest glimpse of your round behind. he clears the knot in his throat before speaking, trying to forget the way the sight of your cute little skirt is now a sight burned into the back of his mind. 

“really? ‘cause i feel like i would’ve told you by now.” the dark haired man smiles, popping a goldfish cracker into his mouth. he’s nearing the end of goldfish crackers in his little snack bag, taking another bite before looking at where you stand at the marble kitchen counter..

your boyfriend brushes off the crumbs, walking to your side as you begin to compile the ingredients. three large eggs, one cup of water, and one third of a cup of vegetable oil. it can’t be that hard. it’s a boxed cake mix anyways. choso’s hand lightly brushes your own, fingertips trailing the soft ridges of your knuckles. the simple gesture nearly sends you into a frenzy. your hand on the cake box loosens, and you look up at him, surprised.

“is there something wrong?” choso asks, feigning innocence. you felt so innocent, the love felt so innocent— you were like a flower being unraveled for the first time under choso’s gentle hands.

he doesn’t mind peeling your petals back, a bird eager to taste your nectar and all it offered. he feels like a damn pervert with the way he cracks the eggs, mind more so focused on trying to figure out if you’re a virgin or not. hell, the two of you have barely even talked about sex in the relationship.

maybe you weren’t even the type of person who would indulge in such?

“so, who's going to this party?” your boyfriend asks curiously, watching as you crack the eggs into the large metal bowl. “i know you said some of your friends would be there.”

“mhm!” you chirp, tossing the eggshells into the trash. “i’m very excited, i haven’t seen some of them in a long time.”

your eyes catch a glimpse of the muscle of choso’s bicep as he whisks, muscle pulsing as he whisks the milky white of the eggs with ease. your mind is fuzzy with thoughts, and you tear your gaze away from him.

“making a cake though?” your boyfriend laughs, “surely you could’ve let me know it was a vanilla cake. i could’ve grabbed some ingredients beforehand. i do know how to bake, my flower.”

there it is again, that charming smile. the one that makes your heart skip a beat and makes your skin feel warm. even after being with choso this whole time, he still makes you so nervous. the way he moves and speaks, the electricity that pulses through your veins when his skin merely brushes yours.

it’s all too much sometimes.

by the time you’re helping him scoop the batter into the pan, your lover is positive he has a boner. he can feel it straining against the soft material of his pants, dick uncomfortably throbbing in the confines of his cotton boxers. he leans against the kitchen counter as you bend over, putting the cake batter into the oven. 

choso’s eyes narrow, and he tilts his head at the sight. your plush thighs are barely being held together by your frilly white socks, skirt revealing the thin of your panties and the soft curve of your pussy’s print against it. he curses at himself mentally and would definitely be putting his head in his hands if it meant you weren’t going to be worried about him. you’ll ask him what’s wrong, and the problem is he isn’t sucking the gloss right off of your lips. 

you were killing him, and you had no idea. 

“okay! now, all we have to do is prepare the frosting and sprinkles.” you chirp, gathering the materials.

when choso doesn’t respond, you tilt your head, obviously worried. he’s not usually the quiet one, and his head is hanging down, thumb and pointer finger resting on his forehead. choso looks like he caught a fever, and you immediately panic. 

“baby, are you okay?” you ask, putting the arrangement of sprinkles down to go to his side.

without warning, you immediately put your hands onto him. your left hand rests on his neck, right hand coming up to caress his face. choso feels a bit warm, but it doesn’t seem like something to be completely worried about. 

“yeah, i’m fine.” he mutters, soft, feminine perfume of yours hitting his nostril and going straight to his dick. if he didn’t know any better, choso would’ve pushed you away just for a minute to catch his breath. 

just finish the cake and you can go home and beat your dick alone in your apartment, he tells himself— a poor attempt of hyping himself up when in actuality, he’s ready to lick the ground you walk on. it’s pathetic, and surely if he expressed this, you would be uncomfortable… wouldn’t you be?

a few moments later, choso pulls the cake out of the oven. the kitchen smells warm and comfortable, and the vanilla cake baked itself into a recognizable light bronze color choso is used to seeing from his years of baking. he sets it on the counter and watches you flip the pan over, putting it on its side.

now the only thing left is for you to frost the cake and decorate it. choso figures you can do that yourself, helping you pop open the jar of sugary frosting beforehand. while you knife the frosting, he wraps his arms around your waist from the back, hiding his face in your exposed shoulder. you felt so soft, so warm in his arms… it felt content.

“thank you for helping me, cho.” you say, voice soft. “i really don’t know what i’d do without you.”

he mutters something incoherent, lips dragging against your skin. choso gives your shoulder a little kiss, a sense of urgency flowing through him. his large hands rest on your thighs, and without thinking— he grinds himself against you. 

you gasp, freezing up. your plastic knife you used to frost the cake drops to the counter, fingers soiled with vanilla frosting. before you can move to pick it up again, choso gives a low chuckle. it’s a sound you’ve never heard before… it’s deep, almost animalistic. 

you swallow, hard. 

“you like that?” choso mumbles, lips against your ear lobe. he grinds his hips against yours harder this time, drawing a little squeak from your lips as he does so. 

your body feels hot and bothered; your boyfriend awoke a flame you didn’t know existed, and before you know it, you’re bent over the counter. your hands rest on the counter, nails clawing into the smooth marble in a pathetic attempt to ground your senses. your boyfriend grinds himself into you, his clothed dick meeting your needy clit with every move.

“cho… the cake…” you whimper quietly as your puffy folds are met with another heavenly grind.

you’re a fool to think he’d give a damn about the cake when you’re right here in front of him. 

“say, sweetheart,” choso huffs. “can i fuck you?”

your eyes go wide, eyelashes fluttering. it only takes a nod and a soft “please” before your boyfriend nearly loses himself. choso reminds himself to get a grip, it’s your first time, and as much as he’s desperate to completely wreck your insides and leave his pretty girl in tears, he pulls back. 

he turns you around, your back hitting the counter as you look up at him. the can of whipped frosting rests in his palm, and he dips his fingers inside before suddenly smearing it onto your neck. you whine, clearly embarrassed by the act.

“cho, w-what are you—” 

he answers, dipping his head down to put his lips to the frosting of your neck. choso sucks the skin ever so gently, tongue reeling in the taste of such sweetness… your skin is so soft, and he’s sure to lick up all the frosting with attentive lips. 

“mh, hold still, sweetness…” he hums against the faint protruding collarbone, nose dipping into your shoulder as he licks up the whipped sugar.

“c-cho…” you stammer, needy hands making their way to his black curls, grasping at the strands and pulling ever so slightly, and choso’s positive he can cum his pants just from seeing you fall apart from a little licking and sucking. 

“you like that? like being licked, baby?” he urges before dipping his fingers back into the remaining frosting, gently streaking it onto the crevice of your boobs.

“no, cho… not there…” you whimper quietly, but your boyfriend persists. his needy tongue laps up the frosting, eager to taste your skin and the whipped dessert topping that litters your breasts.

“baby’s sensitive here, right?” he chuckles softly, cupping your breast in a large hand before giving it a gentle squeeze. “it’s alright…’m gonna make you feel good. ya just have to let me.”

you nod frantically before he’s turning you around again, hand on your back as you’re shamelessly bent across the kitchen counter. the vanilla cake from earlier remains on the kitchen island, the candles unlit and entirely forgotten in the spur of the moment. choso’s thick fingers find their way to the waistband of his pants and boxers before he slips it just below the knee, pretty cock springing from is confinement before slapping against his abdomen.

part of you is glad he has you bent over— just so he doesn’t have to see how embarrassed you are by all of this. the act was so intimate to begin with, and you feel absolutely dizzy just from hearing his dick slap against himself. 

“baby girl’s soakin’ wet…” choso chuckles, plucking at the sticky part of your panties, just to let it go and watch it stick to your sopping cunt. 

you whine, looking back at him, “s-so mean, cho… don’t tease… meanie…”

“sorry, sweetheart… you look so cute like this,” your boyfriend stifles a chuckle. “now hold still, ‘kay? gonna put it in now… try to take it. i’ll go slow…”

choso aligns himself with your core, gently slipping himself into your warmth. your walls immediately suck him in, and your eyebrows furrow. once he’s buried into your cunt, the two of you both let out a soft exhale… your cunt swallows him whole and without difficulty. 

“good, good girl.” choso lets out what sounds like a borderline giggle before he begins to move, hips rocking into yours. “fuck… suckin’ me in.”

it’s slow, painfully slow but so, so fucking good.

“feels ‘s good, cho…” you moan, quiet little gasps being drawn from your throat as he sheathes himself inside you once more, harder this time.

“i know, she’s squeezing me… fuck, baby.” choso groans, hands resting on the round of your ass. 

he guides your ass against him, pulling you against his pelvis. your swollen clit brushes against the soft of his pubes, and you nearly cry out in pleasure. he quickens his pace, low grunts pulled from the back of his throat as he plows into your pussy. 

“‘s good… cho—”

“i know, baby… you’re so warm, so good… so sweet for me,” your boyfriend praises, hips bucking into yours. he’s almost afraid that he’d cum like a virgin with the way your little moans and groans are filling his ears, the wetness of your pussy squelching around his length. 

“‘m gonna cum, pretty… where do you want it…? hm, hm?” choso coos, thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. 

“inside…” you whisper. “inside, inside, inside… please, please! please, cho…” you whimper hopelessly, pink tip kissing the soft of your cervix. “‘s deep, shit—… inside…”

“yeah? you’re so dirty, baby girl,” choso giggles, high off of his pleasure. “want my cum in you? as a little virgin?” 

“fuck, mhm…! please, pretty please—”

“okay, okay.” choso chuckles. “gonna take all of it? fuck… baby, ‘m gonna cum.”

you mewl quietly, front half sweaty against the marble counter. choso barely manages another thrust before spilling into you, milky substance seeping from where the two of you remain connected. you hit your high, vision blurring. you’re met with darkness and twinkling stars, desperately trying to hold yourself up on the counter. your legs feel like jelly. 

your boyfriend sighs, pulling out… a pretty string of white connecting his swollen tip from your cunny. the thought of you getting pregnant after your first time messed with his head; choso can’t remember the last time he had orgasmed so hard.

without another word, your boyfriend scoops you into his arms with ease. he sits you on the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face into the column of your neck. the faint scent of vanilla frosting hits his nose— this is where he previously licked the frosting off of your skin. choso kisses your neck, adoringly.

“are you okay?” he asks softly, turning his head to meet your tired eyes. 

you nod, body exhausted from the prior activity. choso laughs, a melody that comes straight from his heart and shoots an arrow directly into yours. you smile, embarrassed.

“totally forgot about the candles.” choso laughs, an attempt to lighten the air.

but to his surprise, you laugh with him. he was worried that he had gone too far with you, especially considering it was your first time. choso presses his lips to your cheek, an unspoken way of saying he loves you— he loves you more than anything, vanilla cake included.

“i did too… i didn’t think that was going to happen at all,” you laugh shyly, arms resting around his shoulders. 

“was i too rough and mean to you?” choso asks, eyes revealing a soft worry for his little flower. however, he’s relieved when you shake your head. 

“it was perfect.” you hum. 

your body was spent, feeling rather too relaxed. you slouch in his arms, watching as choso takes in the poorly frosted cake.

he laughs again, “honey? why is there no frosting on this side of this cake.”

you hide your face in his shoulder, nose nudging against his adams apple. 

“well, i was going to put frosting on it, but somebody was trying to put their dick in me—” you whine, and choso peppers your face in gentle kisses. despite interrupting you, you giggle. it’s soft and familiar.

“well, now you can put frosting on the rest of it. wouldn’t want my best girl late to her party.”

you giggle, “exactly. keep it in your pants this time, okay, mister?”

your boyfriend noses your cheek. 

“since you asked so nicely.”

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[elladories]

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐤 ✘ 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

❤︎ synopsis: you figure the cure for a broken heart is being fucked against the wall of a seedy bar by a stranger. ❤︎ contents: MDNI. stranger! geto suguru, heartbroken fem!reader, porn without a plot, substance use (alcohol, weed), disturbing / gross depictions regarding setting ( the bar is a nasty n gritty place ), fingering, p -> v, wall sex, semi-public sex, praise, no aftercare, implied one night stand. acts n dialogue in this work are purely fiction n readers are advised not to reenact or seek out dangerous behavior ! ❤︎ wc: 2.2K ❤︎ authors note: hai ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა it's me again . . . tagging: specifically @thomae, thank u for putting up with my rambles n beta reading for me always , n @luv-gin , may ur life be full of sugu n good sex ! along wit my loves @maeby-cursed @starrfacee !

bad breakups are no fucking joke.

they’re complex and painful and fill your head with a plethora of what ifs. questions remain unanswered, grief triples overnight, and frustration is immediately washed down with douses of wine and distilled spirits. 

heartbreak picked you up from the sorry ground and led you to the most grimy hole in the wall bar in the city. you cringed upon entering, your black latex skirt suddenly feels like it’s not covering enough. the bar is small, tables cramped up with people from all sorts of backgrounds enjoying food from the kitchen that comes from god knows where. the place smells stale like urine, the intrusive scent of weed fills the air and attaches itself to anyone who walks into this hell. sticky bricked walls greet you immediately, and you consider turning your heel on the dirtied tile and returning home simply because this place definitely had a negative letter rating. 

the place was wretched, but perhaps that was just part of its atmosphere.

take a deep breath, it’ll be fine. 

you take a seat at an empty booth, cringing when your bare skin graces soiled cushion.

you don’t know how much time passes before you’re almost entirely gone. you’re seated at the booth an hour later, head down on the table as dirtied glasses remain scattered on the molding cloth. the last thirty minutes was filled with filling yourself with anything you could get your hands on, and at some point you contemplated moving seats to get closer to the bar itself. you stare at your heels, head feeling heavier than ever. your body moves slower than your mind does, blurring the lines between what seems to be a dream and reality. your head feels muddled, and it’s difficult to even form a cohesive thought. but, you did it. you drank away the emotions, flushing the words down your throat with rude aftertastes and cheap soda. so why are you still unsatisfied?

your skin feels dirty and your hair smells simply from existing in this besmeared environment.

you don’t even register that someone has taken a seat in front of you until you hear a low chuckle and the squeak of metal against tile. 

“you okay?” he asks, voice like a low cat’s purr. so alluring. 

you mumble something incoherent in response.

the stranger hums, “what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here? i don’t think i’ve seen you around here before.”

“i have a boyfriend.” you retort coldly. it works on men… sometimes.

you’re mentally preparing to take in the repulsive sight of a middle aged man with a beer belly and uncut beard, ready to shoo him away with the last of pepper spray tucked into your pocket. 

you pull your head up from where it hangs, forcing yourself to look at the person in front of you to give them a piece of your mind.

the last thing you expect is to be immediately met with raven hair that falls from broad shoulders. heavy fingers adorn thick silver rings, and he’s lacking a shirt. you catch the outline of his chest, highlights against a chiseled chest and his heavy leather jacket shines in the warm light of the bar, and he smells of deep masculine notes, an impressive musk scent greets your nostrils. 

he’s hot. 

“you don’t. girls with boyfriends don’t come around here. did ya get dumped recently?” he chuckles.

you decide he’s worth talking to. besides, it’s late at night, almost closing time for a place like this. 

it can’t hurt. 

“i don’t live here.” you groan, voice dull as the stranger tilts his head. 

“i know, ‘cause nobody’s walking around in latex skirts and branded heels here, princess.” 

“okay, dipshit. isn’t that a versace leather jacket?” you chortle.

“it is. wanna take it off?”

you can’t deny the heat that travels to your lower half.

you wonder if it’s your body or the alcohol talking with the way you immediately say yes.

in less than a minute, he’s got you pushed up against the brick wall in the back of the bar. it’s dark, and many people could give less than a fuck that he’s tempted to take you right here in this greasy setting. 

any sense of security from the man in front of you has dissolved, only leaving behind a being just as needy as you were. you pull him down to your level, immediately crashing your lips onto his own. the raven haired man reciprocates faster than he can think, opting for sucking on the soft of your bottom lip. 

your fingernails drag against the expensive gloss of his leather jacket as he backs you against the wall. if it wasn’t for the fact his tongue was in your mouth, the man would’ve definitely told you off. your groan against the lips of a stranger, body becoming overly responsive by substance. lust crackles through your body like a sharp shot of alcohol, rippling throughout your bloodstream until all you feel is bliss. 

you snicker against his mouth, soft hands sneaking past the leather jacket to his bare skin. your hands are so soft, trailing from the rivets of his abdomen to the loops of his belt buckle. you hook your finger around the loops, pulling his hips against yours— pleasure runs past the fabric of his black jeans straight to his dick. geto curses under his breath.

before he can taste the warmth of your mouth again, you pull back with a huff.

“wait, wait— i'm not putting some rando’s dick in me.” you gaze up at him, hands still resting on the lapels of his jacket.

“oh really? ‘cause it looked like you were about to.”

he chuckles.

“the name’s suguru, sweetheart. now, i’m not a ‘rando’ to you.”

“suguru…” you repeat, and the way you say his name makes his dick swell. 

“what did you really come here for?” geto asks, sharp eyes studying your every move. 

“to get my mind off of things,” you laugh quietly, and the melody is immediately cut when he presses his mouth to yours in a desperate attempt to regain the intimacy.

the answer is simple enough for him, and geto kisses you like he’s known you for years. you whine into his mouth, your back hitting the wall as his heavy hands search your waist before cupping the round of your ass. he massages the flesh, groaning when your heels clink against one another in an attempt to be as close to him as humanly possible.

you moan against him when his teeth gently bite at your bottom lip, pulling it just to get a rise out of you. and the worst part— it works. geto grunts, his hand making its way up your thigh, past your skirt before gracing the soaked fabric of your panties. 

the man chuckles, “oh, that’s cute.”

“wait— sugu…” you pant. “hah— …need you, now, please—”

“need ta prep you first, hon.” he chuckles, “‘m might break you if i’m not careful.”

you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. you look down, watching his right arm disappear under your sleek skirt. he presses two fingers flat against your dripping underwear, snickering under his breath. a gentle rub to your clit before he gathers the sticking fabric and moves it to the side. your breath hitches, whining into hard, thick leather as he gently slips a finger into your sopping cunt. 

a stranger is prodding at the most intrusive place of your body and anyone could spot the two of you. you whine.

geto shushes you before chuckling.

“such a needy girl,” he purrs. “ex-boyfriend didn’t give you anythin’ you needed, did he?”

you shake your head, mewling against his bare chest— just as he expected.

his wrist flicks against your inner thighs, fingers deep in your warm pussy. geto gets a kick out of the way your insides swallow him up and soak his knuckles in your wetness. he gives a low hum of approval, your little whines and mewls a notion of approval.

“sugu…” you groan, nose buried in the black strands that fall from his shoulder. 

“there, there.” the raven haired man coos, thumb gently circling your aching clit. he spreads his fingers, fire pulsing through his veins when your cunt expands willfully. your body is so obedient to his every move, accommodating every stretch he makes. 

geto pulls his fingers from your sex, and you sigh quietly. a string of wetness follows his exit, and he immediately stuffs his dirtied fingers past your lips and into your mouth. you nearly choke, senses overwhelmed by his presence. he stares at you lovingly, and you breathe through your nose while his fingertips tease the entrance of your throat. 

it’s dirty and nasty.

it’s perfect. 

geto looks up at the clock hanging by the broken bathroom door.

five minutes till closing. he’s confident he can make you cum in three.

“mind if i give you a little proper lovin’?” the man asks. not another second passes, and you’re turning, chest pressed against the brick wall. your skimpy top catches against the scummy texture and you cringe. 

geto gives a quiet tut, pulling your skirt up to reveal the curve of your ass and the thick of your thighs. he’s almost tempted to whistle at the sight of your hips, but he doesn’t. surely that would attract attention from other people present in the bar, and he definitely doesn’t want that… he doesn’t want to share the sight to undeserving eyes. 

the click of a belt buckle and the weight of an angry red tip slapping against your ass. 

and god does he wanna take his time with a gem like you. geto’s been wandering around this part of time for awhile now, looking for anything to dull his senses and take him to a place that isn’t his reality. instead of numbing his body, he’ll reach the heavens the second he slips himself in.

and he does.

“oh my, god—” he grunts, nearly losing himself and crashing his entire weight onto you from the sheer ecstasy your spongy pussy brings him. 

you whine, hands gripping to the nothingness of the wall as he slides himself deep into your guts. his tip kisses your cervix, a hard vein dragging itself against your plush insides. it takes everything in you to keep your legs up in place. it’s impossible for you to see his face or the movement of his body, entirely unsure when he’ll rock his hips against you again until—

“fuck—!!” you cry. your scream is immediately cut off when geto places a heavy hand over your mouth, as if to silence you and keep your pretty face from landing on walls laced with mildew.

“shush,” he says sternly. 

obeying his word is almost impossible when the next thrust has your eyes rolling back and back arching against his front half. his thrusts are sharp and your pussy helplessly pulses around the pushing force that tries to crack your resolve. 

“hah—” geto’s voice shakes. “can’t— believe your boyfriend was willin’ to give up this fuckin’ pussy.”

“ah—... h-he… never fucked me—” you mewl.

the comment makes him chuckle.

“you poor girl.”

his pelvis grinds against your ass, sinking his length into you deeply. you whine into the hand clasped over your mouth. geto’s thrusts become sloppy, his length covered in milky white as he makes a pathetic attempt to continue rutting against your puffy folds. you shut your eyes, hiccups coming from your glossed lips. 

“ya feel that? feel me in you?” geto taunts. 

the sound of skin to skin is almost loud enough to make people turn heads, but thankfully they don’t.

three minutes until closing.

geto pistons himself into you faster, eager to beat the clock with every second filled with himself deep in a woman he’s not even familiar with. your stomach feels full, and the coil in your tummy unravels with every taunting thrust.

“oh— fuck, baby,” the man behind you groans, “‘m gonna cum…”

“please—!! inside, please, please…” you babble, and he does exactly that.

you let out a strangled cry, legs trembling as your orgasm comes coursing through your body. you whine, cervix greeted by a flush of a liquid warmth that kisses your insides before slipping past your swollen pussy and down the inside of your thigh. it leaves a thick trail of white on your skin, before dripping onto the dingy tile. geto pulls out with a huff, head hanging low against your shoulder as he comes down from his high. 

after a moment, he speaks.

“you’re so perfect.” geto breathes into what’s left of your scanty, soiled top. “can’t believe ya got dumped like that, sweetheart.”

you exhale, gazing up at the broken clock, cringing when a cockroach crawls out of the minute hand with wiggling legs. 

the intimacy fades and you remember it’s late, the place smells like piss, and you feel more dirty than ever.

“it happens.” you reply, reaching down to fix your underwear. your breath hitches when you take a step, thick ropes of cum threatening to spill past your glimmering cotton panties. 

“ya need a drive home?” geto asks, zipping his pants back up as the owner of the bar shoos the two of you out of the seedy place with a cigarette between chapped lips.

“i could drive you to my place.”

you look up at the dark haired man.

“what’d you have in mind?”

“possibly a second round.”

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🐇 ׅ 𓂂 ✧ 𝓨𝐔𝐘𝐔 ౨ৎ !! ⤷ 19, she/bun, asian, satoru’s princess, rafayel's love !!

jjk centric blog, multifandom, [n]sfw, & not spoiler free. requests are open ! (1/5) blank / spam like (5+) = block !

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(1) unread msg !! ( 11:00AM ) @ 𝓨𝐔𝐘𝐔 . . . ℱ𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ! ⤷ hi there, can you get these to satoru when you have the chance?

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#jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu geto #jujustu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk gojo #geto suguru #gojo satoru #nanami kento #gojo x reader #gojo smut

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ✘ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫! 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

❤︎ synopsis: welcome back to buzznymphs !! we asked his fans to bring the heat, and today rising star, streamer! gojo satoru will be reading thirst tweets !! ❤︎ contents: interview style fic, crack, nsfw and suggestive jokes!! ❤︎ wc: 1K ❤︎ authors note: LOLL HAPPY 1.5K !! sry this is so unserious but my streamer satoru returns after being ia since august . thanks for being so lovely forever my pupus !! 🐰🐰

and, action!

"what's up, guys! it's satoru and today we're going to be reading some thirst tweets. honestly, i'm really nervous about this." the man laughs from his chest, phone resting in his slender fingers, lovely blue eyes sparkling with curiousity.

"which is like, i know shouldn't be nervous, but people get crazy for streamers sometimes, so if i suddenly disappear off of the internet after this, i apologize." gojo chuckles.

a beat of silence.

"okay, no because why am i really nervous all of a sudden?" he laughs before shaking his head, "okay, okay. be serious, satoru."

"oh, and thanks to everyone who sent in thirst tweets and for supporting me up until this point. that being said, i'll be streaming tonight! come say hi if you're sexy." gojo smiles, "okay, let's get into this."

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎.𝟏

"oh my god." gojo laughs quietly, "are you sure is this about me?" "i would throw myself into a woodchipper just for a chance to be recycled into his toliet paper." the white-haired man reads, before a laugh erupts from his pretty pink lips. "that's not even a thirst tweet, you're just a freak!" he laughs, "you know, i can respect that... to some degree. ew, but god, just imagine even being a sheet of toliet paper." "i love y'all, but please, some decorum would be lovely." he hums, "but honestly. i hate to say it, but this might end up being one of the more tame tweets. thank you, anonymous cat... please do not invest in any woodchippers."

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎.𝟐

"okay, onto the next one." gojo clears his throat. "i would literally let streamer satoru hit it and leave. i'm ready to be a single mother and i'd also... suck his dick so hard his stomach caves in like a caprisun." "dude." gojo breaks the moment to look at the staff behind the camera, "are these real?" after his question is confirmed and he learns that the tweets are indeed real, gojo takes a deep breath in before laughing softly. "okay well, first off. i love mothers and single mothers so i wouldn't hit it and leave. and for the caprisun part, i'd like to see that. you must have crazy head game or somethin'."

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎.𝟑

"oh, y'all are crazy." satoru laughs before reading the tweet aloud, "who even thinks of this stuff? that was a genuine question by the way." "this makes me kinda scared, i can't lie." he smiles, pearly teeth glimmering. "but you know, if you're into this, i guess i could be too. tell me what you wanna do and we can make it work out." "but i am concerned. it's always people with the super cute and adorable profile photos and pages saying the nastiest, thirstiest shit. is that a trend with anyone else?"

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎.𝟒

"all jokes aside, you can. but i'm a streamer and probably across the world from you but if you wanna come prove it then, well." gojo gives a cheeky little shrug, "you know where to find me." "just kidding, guys, do not doxx me." "also, i have no idea why you guys get horny." gojo admits, laughing. "i stream from my waist up!"

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎.𝟓

"you know, i've had a lot of streams from when i've started back in august. thank you for 100k monthly viewers by the way," he begins, "but i'm never prepared for how unhinged you all are." "it's funny as hell, i won't lie, but wow." the man runs a hand through his hair, "also the epidemic with women wanting their men whimpering, entirely for it. where did that even begin?" "have i had a man whimpering before? well... alright! i think let's move onto the next question— err... tweet."

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎.𝟔

gojo's lips part, his jaw hanging a bit as he tries to decipher the tweet above. after a beat of silence, he "anonymous meows, are you okay, mentally?" he begins, treading lightly. "what does any of this even mean?" "no, not whip and nae nae, fool. my cum, whip my cum?" the man puts a head on his forehead as the staff laugh at him from behind the camera. "none of these words are in the bible, i can tell you that much. okay, moving forward. my viewers are not allowed to buy strawberries and jars or woodchippers."

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎.𝟕

"oh, wow." gojo stares at the screen of his phone with a concerned expression. "utter agony i feel like my life's meaning has been stripped from me... all of this from me?" he chuckles, "what did i do to have you in such agony?" "you know, considering that i mainly stream valorant, you'd think that the whole incel gamer stereotype would apply to me as well. damn, y'all are freaks. i like that." gojo laughs softly. "this is a good one. i'll keep this one around, okay? don't live in agony over a valorant streamer. okay! moving onto the next one."

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎.𝟖

"okay, last one. we're almost done!" "no, because i have gotten this question before. i really don't get the appeal of nut videos, because isn't that basically like..." the man pauses. "i genuinely have no idea where i was going with that. but i now know what you're all into." "what is it called? an only fans? i've gotten a few requests to open one, but what would i even put in it? i'm a streamer, not a content creator." gojo laughs, "those two are really similar sounding, but they aren't the same!" "all love to content creators and streamers."

"so yeah, that was thirst tweets with buzznymphs! thank you for all the tweets, i'm very concerned for you all, but this was very fun. i enjoyed being here today." gojo smiles, tilting his head a bit to show his gratitude.

"it was very entertaining to say the least, and i hope you'll all be tuning into my next stream and continue to support me as well. i'll definitely get @officialsugu on this too, please spam his page with thirst tweets!!" he laughs, waving goodbye. "he would love being on here too, i'm sure of it."

"thank you so much. see y'all next time!!"

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𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀… feels like he'll blow any second.

which is funny because around him, young little girls scream with excitement and happiness. it's his baby girl's forth birthday today, and sukuna is more than happy to provide his pride and joy with all the light in the world. there are pink streamers and little girls in frilly princess dresses running around in princess crowns, and he's proud he even managed to pull this thing off.

how funny, you never imagined the king of curses throwing a barbie themed birthday party for his first daughter.

only there's one issue.

sukuna rubs his forehead, fingers dragging across the skin as he's met with a drowning sound of his phone ringing.

"god damn it, mortal, pick up." sukuna curses under his breath, two arms crossed while the third holds the phone and the forth scratches his forehead.

annelise and erika from barbie princess and the pauper were supposed to show up at 1pm, and it's now 1:10pm and no sight of the barbie princesses he requested. his hand tightens on his phone, and he tries to calm down— just so that he doesn’t send his baby girl’s birthday decorations aflame.

"fu—" sukuna curses, immediately silencing himself when he watches his daughter run over with pittering feet.

"dada!" his baby girl chirps, and sukuna's ear perks.

he looks down at his little girl with bright pink curls bouncing, plastic crown nearly too big for her little head.

"dada, why angry?" she giggles, and sukuna only chuckles.

"i'm not angry, princess. just takin' a phone call. how about we cut your cake in a little?" sukuna offers, gently pinching her cheek before she runs off to go burn her energy off in the castle bouncy house.

his baby girl can't tell when he's angry, but you certainly can. you laugh and stand by your husband, hand gently resting on his muscular back as he contemplates dialing the barbie princesses again and giving them a piece of his mind. sukuna didn't stay up memorizing all the barbie princess songs for this bullshit.

"hi, honey." you smile, and sukuna sighs softly.

"hello, love." the man replies, arms unraveling as he returns your side hug.

"what’s got you all down?" you ask, leaning against his chest.

sukuna sighs, of course you can see past him. your eyes trail from the pink ribbons, bright music playing, and girlish giggles coming from your daughter and her friends.

"these damn princesses won't pick up— i just want this thing to go perfectly." he expresses, and you giggle under your breath. "and god, i'm so exhausted."

"baby, you're doing just fine." you smile up at him, eyes glimmering in the warm sunlight. "you're a great dad... no— the best dad. and our baby loves you. she’ll love anything you do, princesses or not."

sukuna feels his lash line water, and he swallows hard— anger fading immediately as he looks over at his little princess.

he’s a good dad, he’s a good dad, he reminds himself.

"okay, fine. let’s cut the cake." sukuna sighs. "come on, everyone! let’s have starberry cake before the princesses arrive."

"strawberry, baby." you laugh softly.

"right. strawberry cake." sukuna chuckles as the little kindergarteners gather at the cake table. he’s still learning too.

he focuses on the good in the moment, bulky hand nearly snapping the plastic knife from his strength. he hands the cake out, four arms helping him easily. without him knowing, you watch as the barbie princesses finally come around the corner, elaborate, glittering dresses shimmering.

you take a slice from him, watching as your daughter chomps the sugary dessert down within seconds.

birthday parties are definitely chaotic and take lots of energy— you'll find your husband fast asleep on the sofa later, but for now, things are perfect.

he’s the king of curses, and also a father in this life.

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#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk fluff #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ❤︎ ♩ ✴︎

☦︎ ❊ ໋｡ ౨ৎ ✦

𓇼 ⏤͟͟͞͞★ ♡⃣ (>。☆)

♫♬ 𓂋 ! 🪽

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⠀⠀ ⠀꒰ 🫧‌ . . . ꒰ ♡ : 𝗄𝖺𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝗇 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗌 ノ

૮꒰ྀི๑•‌◡<๑ ིྀ꒱ა ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ૮ﾞ۪ᓀׁ｡ᓂּׅ๑ა໋ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪ ⠀⠀ .ೃ࿐

ᨳ ໒ ིྀ ´ ٥ ˋ ིྀა࣪ ‌ ꢆ ⠀⠀ ⠀૮Ꮚ ⸝⸝´ ٥ ˋ⸝⸝ ꒱ა ⠀⠀ ᨳ ໒ ིྀ ֹ> ꭷ < ა࣪ ‌ ꢆ

྄🎀ུ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢ ⠀⠀ ¸ ੯•́໒꒱ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ꒰⸝⸝◡.◡꒱

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⋌ ㆍ ୨ৎ ﹏ 🍭

🧇 ⋯ ㅤ✰ㅤ ｡

◎ 💭 ʾ く (ꈍ ᵕ ꈍ)

𓂋 🍓 ◞ ও

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kaomojis 4 ur bios ! !

(⌒▽⌒)☆ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! ⊹ 𓈒 ۫ ﹙🐚﹚

𝟽𝟽𝟽 ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ ۪ ✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

🫧🦢⠀⠀⠀⠀𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 ۫ ﹢ ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪ ♡

(∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) 𝟺𝟺𝟺 ˚. ? ◌𓈒 ꕤ*.ﾟ ૮(ㅅ´ ˘ `)

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𓈒 ◯ 𓏸 ﹒ 🍥 ﹒ ⌑ ﹒ ∮

𓈒 ◯ 𓏸 ﹒ 🐇 ﹒ ⌑ ﹒ ∮

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毎日愛しき何かの 祭り

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missing him,,,, a leetol more than usual today,,,,

#akaashi x kyu wooo

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LAWDDDDDD

he doesn’t want to admit how jealous he can be - akaashi keiji wants to be boyfriend material. he wants you to see him as cool and calm and collected - but it’s hard when you’re so busy staring over at bokuto and kuroo at the part, laughing at their shenanigans instead of paying attention to him, who’s right in front of you. 

that’s why his slender finger come brush up against your cheek and jaw, thumb against your chin as he makes you look towards. jaw ticked, brows furred as he brushes against your cheek with pretty hands. 

“why’re you looking at them? im here with you so.. look at me,” 

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hq boys when ur on ur period

warnings: period/blood mention!!

characters: akaashi, oikawa

a/n: i kinda (??) got my period today by some odd chance and now im rlly cramping up and im writing comfort for myself HAHA,,, how r yew guys btw <3 its been awhile since ive written

request status: open!!

♡ akaashi:

- he's out for a gentle morning walk to his favorite cafe to grab a muffin and maybe some coffee when he gets the text that u might have to postpone ur date with him because u arent feeling well :(

- of course akaashi understands, but u didnt specify what u werent feeling well from so he takes it on his own responsibility to visit u and check up on u <3

- he probably grabs a warm drink for u from the cafe and heads to your house,,, when he arrives, he's met with a very sleepy and uncomfortable s/o wrapped in a blanket

- "hi darling, is everything alright?" akaashi asks, a hand coming up to cup ur cheek and the other rests on ur head to give him an indication of ur temperature

- once u explain to him that u dont have the flu or a cold and that ur on ur period, he gently kisses ur head and sets u down on the sofa so u can get some rest <33

- akaashi puts u under a blanket and makes sure ur comfy before taking off his shoes and jacket cuz ur comfort comes first

- he immediately heads to the kitchen before digging around for medicine and maybe something small for you to munch on

- after u take meds and eat, he insists u take a nap (even if its right next to him/in his lap) akaashi usually sits next to u and lets u press ur head into the crook of his shoulder when u guys r cuddlin ^__^

- though akaashi doesnt completely understand the pain ur going through when ur on ur period, but he's always ready to take on the responsibility of taking care of his angel <3

♡ oikawa:

- u cant tell me oikawa doesnt go for a jog every morning,, he wakes up really early to go for a jog and maybe to watch the sun come up and take pictures with it <3

- he wakes up early and ur back is to him and he hears u groan in ur sleep

- "hi love, good morning" oikawa turns ur body to face him and peppers ur face in leetol kisses to wake u up <3 soon after, u blink awake and when u look down theres a bit of red spotting around ur bottom half because u got ur period in ur sleep </3

- "baby, is it already that time of month?" oikawa frowns, leaning back against the headboard as u slowly try to sit up. u nod at his question and he groans playfully

- "again?! u literally had it not even a month ago!!" oikawa pouts, sitting up and throwing his legs off the bed,, he immediately cancels his morning run because u need him more right now

- u watch as he walks around to the bathroom and u hear the water running, indicating he's running a bath for u <3 good boyfie

- with a super big yawn and a ruffle of his messy brown locks, he approaches u with an "up" and proceeds to scoop u up from the bed in his arms

- "tooru- i'll make a mess" u pout, but he only kisses the top of ur head

- "you know tooru always has ur back, dont u? as ur wonderful boyfriend, i will clean it" please he loves u sm :((( /pos

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #oikawa x y/n #oikawa scenarios #oikawa tooru #akaashi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #akaashi x you #akaashi oneshot

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mirror on da wall,, here we r again

Day 1 , Yuji - True Love

author’s note: I know it’s 2 a.m. please forgive me !! 4th of July had me so tired afterwards i practically slept and stayed in bed all day, but i promise the rest of the event will be on time !

gentle reminder that i do not write/post on wattpad or ao3, and i would prefer if my work wasn’t shared on tiktok or twitter as well !!

JJK Event Masterlist 

word count: 2.2k+

warnings: contains heavy angst, talks of Yuji’s execution, slight spoilers for those who haven’t watched Jujutsu Kaisen yet

All his life, Yuji had always wondered if ‘True Love’ really ever existed outside of the story books that his mom would read to him to help him fall asleep while her hands would run through his hair. He always wondered what true love would even be like if it really did exist out there somewhere. His mom would just laugh a bit and give him a soft smile when he asked as he clung to her side, simply telling him that when he found his true love one day he would know it. 

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#marz jjk event #marz society #im loterally notok why do u so this /lh #itadori imagine