𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘? 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐀 𝐏𝐕𝐒𝐒𝐘.

toji ♡ crybaby pt. 2 cw ddlg themes

“m-m a big girl.”

you sniffle away sobs, forearm sliding across your glassy eyes, wiping your tears.

“yeah y’are. doin’ so good for daddy, hm?”

“yes..!”

“mm, daddy’s so proud of you.”

and he swears he feels your cunt clench around him. your pussy squelches with each thrust, every thrust puffing out pearlescent juices of your cum. you’re far past your limit, but your drive to please the man makes the pain inevitable.

“n’more cryin’ baby. big girls take it without cryin,’ right?”

“i-i can’t, f-feels too good t-toji, i— can’t, daddy—“

“shh, daddy’s got ya.” he giggles. you’re so amusing, he thinks. how a fragile little doll such as you, was one to become so infatuated with a man like him.

how you manage to get so overwhelmed over some dick.. god it makes him dizzy. he understands to an extent how good it may feel, but you’re just.. different. and it drives him crazy.

“daddy— i love you. love you, please—“

and no. neither of you know what you’re begging for so desperately. but your sweetness, your vulnerability, it makes him want to protect you, to hold you, to love you with everything he has.

“g’nna cum daddy..! pleasepleaseplease let me— please.!”

“hah.. such a good fuckin’ girl. go’head baby, good girls always get to cum.”

So tell us how the first kiss goes between y/n and suguru in rich! boyverse 🙏🏼

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。IF ONLY — GETO SUGURU. (rich boy! au)

based on this — disclaimer: this is a side au! to rb! gojo but it’s not rly part of the “story.” it’s just for fun and builds off the au, but you may disregard it !!

contents. college! au, rich boy! gojo + geto, reader is dating gojo, cheating (reader on gojo w geto), mutual pining, a make out kiss ; notes. uh….it’s here guys. the first installment of mr. geto “steal your girl” suguru. we have sinned the ultimate sin 🚶🏽‍♀️ rip satoru my babie </3

dating satoru should be enough—it was enough. but then suguru came along, and, well….suguru is magnetic.

his voice is that deep husk that sends shivers down your spine, his hair is long and frames his face so flawlessly, and when you catch a glimpse of his skin when his shirt rides up, you can’t help but think about the way he’s so defined. sharp, like he’s cut from stone, suguru is sculpted perfectly. satoru is everything you could have asked for….but suguru? he’s like a dream you didn’t think was a reality.

“hey,” he greets you sweetly as he opens his door, “you’re early. satoru hasn’t even left his house yet.”

early—you’re not early. you’re desperate. desperate to catch suguru alone. desperate to enjoy his company without feeling bad. desperate to stare at him while satoru isn’t there to notice. you didn’t come early by accident—you chose to be here before satoru.

“hi,” you grin, “you wound me suguru. don’t you wanna spend time with me?”

“i didn’t say that,” he chuckles, flicking your forehead affectionately.

suguru has always done that, he’s always been good at touching you in that casual way that’s so endearing and so dizzying—but it never crosses the line. his fingers tap against your forehead when he’s playful, and his hand steadies you on the elbow when you trip, and sometimes, he even hugs you with a squeeze that’s nothing more than friendly even though it makes your heart stop.

suguru is so alluring—and even when you have everything you need with satoru, you can’t help but want what you can’t have.

“i hope you got snacks because i require them,” you hum, sitting on island of his kitchen and swinging your legs back and forth.

“i did,” he snorts, “i got your favorite—”

he stops when he looks at you, has to pause and stare as you’re sat so casually in his home, looking so sweet and innocent and so, so pretty. you’ve always been pretty—you don’t even know it, how perfect you are. it makes you that much more desirable, makes him want to tell you every day until you believe him that you’re so god damn pretty.

and then he has to look away, has to ignore those thoughts that pop in his head about how it almost looks like you’re his, sat in his kitchen and asking for his snacks and smiling at his figure and seeking out his company. it almost feels like you’re his—almost.

so close, yet so painfully far.

it makes him a bad friend. he knows that—satoru has been glued to his side since he was a child. suguru doesn’t think there’s ever been a time he remembers without satoru, and he’s always liked it that way. loved it, in fact. satoru is a good best friend. the greatest, even. and he’s just as good of a boyfriend too—suguru should respect it, should put his head down and fight his demons and forget about his fantasies with you.

but then you pout as you whine, “gimme some, then. what’re you waiting for?”

“they’re for the movie,” he huffs, “don’t think i’ll share with you if you’re out of snacks before we finish the movie.”

“aw c’mon sugu,” you tease, giving him that dangerous smile of yours, “you’ll share with me, won’t you?”

yes. he’ll give you half of his soul if you asked. he’d carve out every bit of him to complete you if you needed him to, if you asked him to—he just needs you to ask. just once, he needs you to ask him.

“you’re a handful,” he mutters, “get your own snacks.” but he grabs a bag of chips from the pantry anyway, walks up to you and presses it to your hands. your fingers brush together as you reach—just at the tips, just barely for it to even count as a touch, but it makes you both still anyway.

he’s close. you can smell his cologne. he can smell your body wash. your fingers don’t pull away. his inch a little closer and feel your skin a little better. your face is close. his leans closer. and then you’re leaning in too—why are you leaning in? why aren’t you stopping? why isn’t he stopping?

and then it happens. his lips are on yours before you even realize it—you don’t even realize it, that’s the worst part. you don’t even register that you’re kissing suguru, your boyfriend’s best friend, the only one he has, because you’re so busy being lost in the feeling. his lips are warm, so soft and delicate and fuck, they’re a bit chapped and it only makes you want him more.

what other imperfections does he have? besides chapped lips, what else is there to discover? maybe his hair isn’t as soft when he hasn’t washed it after a few days. maybe his hands are a bit rough and calloused. maybe he has a scar or two from his childhood.

you don’t know, but you need to find out.

your hands are cupping his cheeks, making him lean into your mouth shakily, arms pulling you closer desperately. his arms are strong—they hold you tightly like you have nowhere else to go. and then when you take a chance as slip your fingers into his hair, to feel those strands you’ve only ever been able to stare at, he whines against your mouth.

like he wants more. like he needs more. like he’s always ever wanted more.

“c’mere,” he pants, “closer.”

you can’t help but listen. can’t help but lean closer and let him stand in between your legs as you’re sat on that damn kitchen island—you’ve kissed satoru against this same island. in secret. in a kiss or two you sneak when suguru doesn’t look. in a hopeless daze of want and need that always turns into more as soon as you’re both in private.

and now you’re kissing suguru. and it’s not enough. you need more—you feel like you can’t live without more.

“suguru,” you murmur, just because you need to taste his name on your lips when they’re whispered like that—like he’s yours.

“yeah?” he breathes, forehead pressed to your as his lips hover over your mouth—his breath is shared with yours, breathing you in and exhaling you out so you can inhale him too.

your hands are back on his face, thumb tracing the skin of his cheek so gently, it almost hurts that he’s gone this long without feeling you.

“i just wanted to say that,” you mumble, pecking his lips softly. he hums happily, closing his eyes as he leans into your hand and smiles.

“yeah?” he chuckles, “say it again—”

“guys i’ve finally arrived! the answer to your prayers,” satoru calls, opening the front door from the distance, “i know you’re bored without me. don’t worry, i’m here now.”

you pull away faster than lighting when you hear satoru, like suguru’s touch is the spark that’ll kill you if you let it near. he steps away, watches in slow motion as you plaster that lovesick grin on your face as satoru walks in and leans in to kiss you so softly—so carefree, so openly. like you’re his. like you belong to him. like you’ve only ever wanted him.

does satoru even realize? does he even notice the dazed look on your face and the plumpness of your lips? does he even notice the way your breath is short and a little puffy?

“toru what took you so long,” you pinch satoru’s cheek, “i’ve been waiting for you.”

“missed me huh?” satoru wiggles his brows—giddy, he’s always so giddy to be around you, always so happy to have you as his.

satoru is so lucky—and the worst part? he realizes it too. he doesn’t take you for granted, doesn’t ever leave an opening for suguru to take.

“don’t get a big head,” you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slots himself between your legs—right where suguru was just moments ago.

“yeah, satoru,” suguru says before he can help it, staring right into your eyes as he speaks, “don’t have a big head. what if we didn’t miss you?”

“don’t be mean suguru,” satoru pouts, “you always miss me.”

if only he knew, suguru thinks, if only.

OH GOD. I FEEL SO BAD. but i love it 🤭

Biggest fan!

WHEREVER YOU WANNA GO, THAT’S FINE WITH ME — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO 

cw mentioned/talks about death but not like… in a serious way 😭 this whole thing is very unserious and stupid it’s just a thought i couldn’t get out of my head, megumi being… megumi, f2l but what’s new, also inspired by some clip from a tv show i’ve seen on tt but idk the name of it, if you do pls let me know

you ask megumi you make one of those marriage pacts with you—that if neither of you are married by thirty-five, you two will get married to each other—and he just hums for a moment before asking, “do you think i’ll be better suited for marriage at thirty-five?”

“what? n—i don’t know? maybe? it just seems like an appropriate age to get married if you’re not already, that’s all,” you explain.

more humming. he blinks, “i don’t think i’ll be all that different at thirty-five.”

“well, that’s concerning,” you joke, “you’re supposed to change—grow a little bit as a person and all that, megumi. even you are capable of it.”

“i won’t want anything different out of a marriage at thirty-five than i would right now,” he corrects you, then turns to you, and with all seriousness demands, “so, state your stipulations. what do you want from me, let’s figure out of this is gonna work now.” 

you scoff, and cross your arms. “what do i want from you? that’s not how a marriage works.” 

“that’s how this friendship already works.” 

you say, megumi does; he pushes it than he should have, you say to stop, and eventually he does, and the cycle continues. he’s always stubborn, and sacrificing himself beyond necessity, and you’re always pulling his ear for it. 

“okay. fine,” you settle, straightening your posture, “i want a house. three bedrooms, so nobara and yuuji don’t have to bicker about sharing when they stay over.” 

megumi considers it, then counters with, “four. gojo needs a bedroom, too. one floor, i don’t like stairs.” 

“where the fuck are we going to find a one-level four-bedroom house? i don’t want to live in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.” 

“we’ll find one,” he shrugs, doesn’t flinch when he promises: “or i’ll have one made for us. next: vacations.” 

“twice per year. somewhere tropical, and somewhere metropolitan.” 

“i don’t like the beach.” 

“then you don’t have to go on the beach.” 

“you’re responsible for me if i burn.” 

“i’m responsible for you either way, i’m your wife,” you taunt, “pets, next. i want dogs. two. maybe three. and a bunny.” 

“no bunnies, they’re too much work.”

“but i want a bunny, megumi.” 

“you won’t have time for a bunny,” he rolls his eyes, “and you’re gonna get pissed when it chews up the expensive couch you’re gonna make me buy, and takes a shit in the expensive fruit bowl you’re gonna con gojo out of. no bunnies.” 

you pout and frown, but megumi doesn’t budge: “no bunnies.” 

you sigh, “no bunnies, but i want the dogs.” 

“i didn’t say no to the dogs. unless you want a golden, then i’m not raising that.” 

“why not? we already have yuuji.” 

“exactly, we already have yuuji.” 

“fine. i want a king sized bed. the really big, oversized ones you get in america.” 

“done. children?” 

“you want children?”

megumi shrugs, but you swear there’s a dust of pink on his cheeks, “maybe. maybe not. if i did, no more than two.” 

and suddenly you can’t help but feel heat in your own face, hot with the image of two tiny megumis running around. 

“that’s fine with me. maybe kids, but no more than two,” you cough, “i want one of those heated driveways for the house.”

“i’ll have it built. i’ll clean and do laundry and take out the trash if you cook.”

“what about days i don’t cook?”

“then i’ll do that, too,” megumi nods, “anything else?”

“yes. if i die first, you can remarry, but you visit my grave at least twice a year, and bring peonies. and that picture of me from prom where i look really good.” 

“no.” 

you stop. you blink. “what do you mean ‘no?’ you wouldn’t visit my grave?—kinda cruel considering i birthed your up-to-two future children and raised your dogs.” 

“i won’t remarry. and i don’t want you to if i die first,” he corrects you, again, “and there’s no dying first and leaving me behind, i’m going with you.”

he doesn’t leave room for debate in his declarations: won’t, don’t; not wouldn’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t—you have to pinch yourself to stop chasing the rabbit of temptation running through your mind. 

“i don’t… think you get to decide that,” you chuckle. 

“of course i do,” megumi grins, uncrosses his legs and leans over. he reaches a hand to the back of your head and pushes it forward until your foreheads meet gently; and as if the affection wasn’t shocking enough, he continues, “where you go, i go. that’s marriage, right?” 

he widens his smile a bit, before letting you go, leaning back into his seat again with crossed arms like nothing happened, and you’re left staring, blinking, breathing shallowly like prey that narrowly escaped being caught.

you don’t speak, so megumi does, “i have one more thing.” 

and slowly, you unthaw enough to let out a questioning hum. megumi tilts his head before telling you, “i want your last name.” 

“what? you—you would change your name?” you stutter, “but fushiguro is so pretty! and it’s your mom’s name, so few people get their mother’s names.” 

“yeah. this way, our up-to-two children get their mother’s names, too.” 

“i—okay… yeah, i guess they do,” you gape, then pout, “wait, what if i wanted to be mrs. fushiguro?” 

“tough luck,” he grins, “you get everything else.” 

you get me, instead, is what’s left unsaid. 

“okay, fine. sounds like a deal to me.” 

“great. we can’t have a spring wedding because gojo and toji will sneeze obnoxiously loudly, and we can’t have a summer wedding because the anniversary will conflict with our tropical vacation, and nobara will kill us if it’s too close to her birthday,” he says, standing up from the couch to head to the kitchen, “so i’ll see you at the courthouse in september.” 

you nod reflexively, sinking back into the couch with a satisfied smile. it’s a while before your brain processes his words, and when it finally does, you spring up in a fluster, “october? megumi, i said when when we’re thirty-five and if neither of us are already married! megumi? megumi fushiguro, come back here!” 

I LOVE FLIRTING (platonically🙏🏼) WITH MY FOLLOWERS AND MUTUALS!!!! I DO NOT CARE!!!! I WILL GIVE U ALL A KISS!!!!!!

heh 😄 loving angels edgy ahh tortured poet trope💔

bark 🗣️🦮i guess ion know fam!!!

NPT!!!! @beepbopzlorp @mia-can-yap-too @girlyuuta @suguruslovedoll @chososcamgirl @ninedown @nappingnai @livteracts @lizbix + any other moootieeee <33

megumi bf texts pt. 3

the highly requested megumi bf texts have finally arrived. i took a pretty big break from tumblr for my mental health but im back and better baby. finally put this out despite annoying ppl in my inbox demanding it. this is for those of you who were super sweet and asked nicely 💗💗💗

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.

yuji itadori x fem! reader

🗯️! minor injury, established relationship, kissing!

synopsis; it’s finally warm out in japan, so as a treat yuji takes you on a sweet date to go strawberry picking — ♡

Finally the winter-y cold months had past and it was now time for spring. The air smelled fresh as you soak up the sun’s warm rays. You couldn’t deny it, spring was your favorite season, the fresh fruit, the warm sundress worthy days, the light drizzling of rain. It was all perfect to you. Almost as perfect as your perfect boyfriend, Yuji Itadori. The sweetest sweetheart you’d ever had the graces of laying your eyes upon. As you stood outside your dorm enjoying the sun and watching Yuji make his way towards you. He was wearing a light brown, sandy, pair of shorts and a yellow t-shirt with a cute smiling sun in the middle. The second he saw you were staring at him he sprinted at you like a happy puppy seeing their owner after they get back from work. Yuji scoops you up and twirls you two around making the both of you laugh wholeheartedly. The feeling of your chest pressed up against Yuji’s chest and the quick rise and fall of it from his laughter makes you shy as you hide your face in your hands. With the most care anyone’s ever touched you with, Yuji pulls your hands away from your face so he can admire the pink hue spread across your features, smiles as soft giggles fill in the space between you two. Yuji let’s out a loving sigh, one that makes you want to pass out right on the spot. You were internally squealing as he reaches his rough, calloused hands to your face. Lightly he grazes his middle finger across your smile lines. Your heart becomes heavy as a lovesick feeling dwells in your stomach. Yuji’s lips finally make contact with yours , that’s when you can taste your own vanilla chapstick on his lips. You push his lips off yours and raise one of your eyebrows.

“Yuji Itadori, why are you wearing my chapstick?”

“Oh! You left it at my dorm the last time you were over and i thought it’d be cute if I wore some and we kissed. Is it weird?”

You wrap your arms around Yuji’s neck as his hands softly lay on your hips, “It’s not weird, it’s really cute, the cutest”

“Nah, you’re the cutest” His presses a soft, butterfly kiss to your nose.

He interlocks his hand with yours walking with your to the bushel’s of strawberry plants that were acres upon acres long. He swore they went on for an eternity, but he really wouldn’t mind if he got to spend an eternity picking strawberries with you. You crouch down and start picking away and fro a few seconds Yuji just stares. He stated at you a lot, like you were the most interesting thing he has ever seen. Of course it made you shy sometimes, but you appreciated the sentiment.

You realize he just stood their, so you look up from your spot at your boyfriend, but the sun’s too bright so you shade it with your hand to clearly see Yuji smiling with heart eyes practically protruding out of their sockets.

“Yu? Are you alright, handsome?”

Blinking himself out of his trance, “Huh? Oh! yeah, sorry”

His shy smile as he rubs his neck makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild in your stomach. He crouches down beside you filling his basket with strawberries similar to what you were doing.

As 2 hours pass, you decide that it’s time to go back to your dorm so you could start making jams and other sweet treats. Once you’re back at your dorm, you try one of the strawberries.

At least half of the strawberry is in your mouth when Yuji asks, “Can I have one?”

You hand him one but he puts it back in basket leaving you confused, before you can pull the starwberry out of your mouth Yuji pulls off the green leaves with one quick yank as he sinks his teeth in the other side of your strawberry. A bright red hue covers your face, too distracted by your boyfriend staring into your soul merely centimeters away from you, you accidentally bite your tongue.

You pull away from the strawberry leaving it to Yuji, “Ouch..”

“Oh my goodness! Love, I didn’t mean to are you okay?”

“Mm..” You frown at the metal-y taste now forming in your mouth.

“Want me to kiss it better?” Yet another wave of red coloring floods to your face at his words.

You look at him, a sly smile kissing his lips. You push him away from you.

“Jerk” you mumble with a small smile.

“Aw, I’m sorry, what do I have to do to have you forgive me? I’ll do anything” Yuji asks with a sincere look in his eyes.

“I just want you” Is all you say, resulting in Yuji kissing your forehead and laying his head on top of yours.

☆ | GAHHHHHH i love writing fluff it makes me so happy and joyous!!

High enough

Stoner!Geto x Reader

A/n: Repost of my most popular fic! Yes there will be TONS of more stoner geto to come.

Summary: In which you and Shoko are invited over to your best friends Gojo’s house to smoke with him and his room mate, Geto suguru. 

Warnings: Drug usage, breeding kink, fingering, nipple play, degrading, pet names, over stim

Keep reading

“You look good on camera, baby, let’s go make a film”

contents: 18+, mdni obvi. texting them that you want to make a sex tape hehe. gojo, geto, toji, nanami, choso, sukuna, included. added on mr. lawyer man and an ex-detective.

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