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WHAT'S THE GIG?... little bits and pieces of toji being in a relationship with a pretty lil' stripper.

featuring... toji x stripper!reader

WHAT'S THE MOVE?... THE MORNING by THE WEEKND. reader is black. shiu is a little annoying here. suggestive scenes[1]. mention of wine [not consumed, just mentioned].

luvrs note: thought of this on a whim, but I'm pretty proud of it.

girl, put in work.

toji, who didn't expect to find himself strung up over a stripper after his best friend's birthday.

"smitten over sweet nothing's, toji?" shiu asked, boredom written across his face as he watched toji space out for the nth time that day.

it's been a week since they'd left that strip club. a week since shiu's birthday celebration.

yet, it somehow seems like toji enjoyed the damn event more than the poor birthday boy, who only got a few pretty words from the pretty ladies before they walked off.

poor guy mentioned it being his birthday, and only got a dismissive "okay" in return.

toji turns his head, summer breeze crossing his cheeks. "shut up."

toji, who carelessly brought into the pretty dreams and pillow talk, regardless of his best friends' concern.

"thought you were outta money?" shiu asked.

toji glanced at him. "w'made you think that?"

shiu's eyes narrowed. "spent it all last time we were at the club. for my birthday. or d'you drink all your memory away?"

toji shakes his head. "another gig came up, that's all." "that paid enough money for you to go back to that expensive ass club?" shiu asks.

he nods like it's obvious. "wouldn't have gone any other way."

patient and tired, shiu only sighed. "don't get caught up in nothin' crazy. i ain't bailing you out of anything."

toji laughs. "some friend you are."

if you don't know what that is, its where a character has wings, and they are sensitive, so they say "h-hey! b-be careful..my wings are sensitive.." and they get turned on by someone playing with or touching their wings, (I think)

okay so that..with tamsy. WING PLAY TAMSY WING PLAY TAMSY WING PLAY TAMSY

cw: smut, college au, jabber and reader are childhood friends, fem!reader, intox (weed), slightly non con, corruption (i think idk) , riding, fingering, squirting, dumbification, petnames. lmk if i missed anything ;)

a/n: love jabber sm i wish my locs were as long as his :(

𖤓 Jabber had noticed it for days now.

You’d been coming home later than usual, pretty eyes baggy and tired, barely touching the takeout he left on the counter for you. Every night you were huddled up in your room with your laptop open and headphones on, mumbling about equations he’d never heard of in his life. He’d seen the way you chewed at your pouty bottom lip until it was red and sore, and he knew this wasn’t like you. At least not like the versions of you he’d known since you were kids.

It pissed him off seeing you so stressed. He followed you to this college to make sure you were always okay, but clearly you weren’t.

Tonight was no different. You paced along the small living space, repeating French phrases under your breath to practice for your upcoming speaking exam, wearing nothing but one of his old oversized tees. The hem barely skimmed the tops of your thighs.

Jabber sat on the couch, rolling a blunt for the night, the same lazy smirk on his face. He’d be lying if he said his eyes didn’t linger longer than necessary.

“Sit down, mama,” he said, voice low. He was already high on something else. “Gonna wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing like that. Come tell me what’s up.”

You didn’t even hesitate. To you, this was normal. Jabber knew everything about you, and he was the only person you really vented to. You walked over and climbed into his lap like you had a thousand times before, straddling him while you ranted about the huge exam coming up and how worried you were about your scholarship.

Jabber lit his blunt and took a hit, but he wasn’t ignoring you. He never did. You kept talking, completely oblivious to the heavy palm resting on your bare thigh or the way his eyes kept dropping to where your shirt had ridden up. His responses were an array of “mhm,” “that’s fucking crazy,” “personally I ain’t doing allat,” and “don’t worry, you’ll show ‘em up.”

When you finally paused to catch your breath, he took a long drag and offered you the blunt.

“Try it,” he said. “Too pretty to be this wound up.”

You hesitated for only a second. It was Jabber. He always took care of you. He wouldn’t let you do anything he knew you couldn’t handle… even if you’d never smoked before.

You leaned in and let him guide the blunt to your lips. He instructed you on how to inhale properly, and you did as told, taking your first hit. You coughed your throat raw while he laughed at you.

“S’not funny, Jabber!” you croaked, crossing your arms over your chest. “Dickhead.”

The second hit went down easier. You could actually taste it this time—sweet with an earthy undertone. By the third hit, your body felt heavier and you were slumped against his chest, the knot of worry in your stomach finally loosening.

Gradually you stopped ranting. Your hands, which had been making wild gestures, now fiddled with the fabric of his shirt. Everything felt calmer, closer, softer. When you shifted in his lap, you felt him hard beneath you. Your breath caught.

Jabber didn’t tease you like he usually would. Not yet. He set the blunt aside for a moment, gripped your hips, and ground you down against him properly.

“Feel that, hm?” he murmured low in your ear. “Always get like this when you sit your pretty lil ass on me.”

You should’ve pulled away. This was Jabber—your Jabber. The same boy who walked you home from school in elementary and followed you to college just so you wouldn’t have to pay for housing because “he had it handled.” But the weed had your head fuzzy and your body warm, and when he kissed you, you couldn’t help the soft whine that left your lips as you kissed him back. It didn’t feel wrong enough to stop.

He didn’t take your oversized tee off, he knew how shy you were, but he peeled your panties off like they personally offended him. He got you ready with his fingers first, scissoring your cunt open so you could take him properly. He was patient, even while you whimpered into his chest that it was too much, even when all he wanted was to fill you up.

When he finally pushed inside you, you gasped at the stretch.

“Ride it,” he told you, voice rough. “Go on.” He gave your ass a light tap to encourage you.

You tried. You really did. But every roll of your hips sent sparks up your spine. It felt too good being this full, and you couldn’t help but stop every few seconds, thighs shaking. “M’so full, Jabber…” you whispered.

He didn’t rush you. He just reached for his blunt again, lit it, took another hit, and watched you struggle with dark, lidded eyes. All he wanted to do was fuck you nice and deep until you only remembered his name, but he liked watching you struggle, liked the way you leaked all over his lap while trying to keep a decent pace. He especially liked how embarrassed you looked every time your wetness made an obscene squelch when you dropped back down on him.

When you stalled again, thighs trembling, he lifted one hand and wrapped it around your throat—not tight, just enough to guide you. He pulled you down until your lips were almost touching.

“Open,” he said.

When you did, he exhaled the smoke straight into your mouth. You inhaled on instinct, another rush hitting you instantly. Your head spun harder.

“Keep going,” he murmured against your lips, thumb stroking the side of your neck.

“C-can’t…”

He rolled his hips up, grinding deep into your soaked pussy. When your hips instinctively ground down in response, he chuckled.

“Looks like you can just fine, mama.”

He took another hit and shotgunned the smoke into your mouth again. You inhaled without thinking. Everything felt hot and fuzzy, and you could feel him throbbing inside your tight cunt.

You ground down on him once more, the wet squelching sounds making you hide your face in his chest.

“Hear that?” he asked. You didn’t answer.

“Think she’s tellin’ me she needs this dick.”

Jabber slowly bullied his cock deeper into your sobbing hole. “This what you needed, hm?” He started thrusting harder, the sound of your whines and your ass slapping against his thighs filling the room. “Yeahhh… see? Baby’s so stressed out. Just needed this pussy played with.”

“T-too deep, Jabber,” you whined, trying to slow him down, but he didn’t let you. He kept fucking into that same spongy spot over and over.

“Got such a good pussy, mama. Ain’t that right?” A sharp slap landed on your ass as you hid your face in his neck. He grabbed your hair and pulled you upright, forcing your back to arch. “I said ain’t that right?”

You bit your bottom lip, his cock practically bruising your cervix with every deep thrust.

“Y-yes! Feels s’good—”

He let you go once you answered, and you fell back against his chest, gripping his shirt tightly. His thrusts were hard and deep, you swore he was in your tummy.

You tried to stay quiet, overly aware of the neighbors, burying your face in his neck again, but the noises kept spilling out. When he thrust particularly hard, your teeth sank into his neck on accident. You didn’t even know what came over you.

The sting made Jabber groan. His hips stuttered—he damn near lost it right then and there.

“Oh—f-fuck—”

In one motion, he lifted you off him. Before you could even process what was happening, he flipped you over, face mushed into the couch and ass in the air, and slid right back into your sore hole. He drilled into you from behind, deeper than before. The new angle knocked the wind out of you. One hand stayed planted between your shoulder blades, keeping you down while he fucked you hard and relentless.

“J-Jabber—I can’t—ohmyfuckinggod—I can’t—” Your sentences no longer had structure. You were babbling, voice muffled into the cushions. The high made everything feel twice as intense. All you could do was ramble about how deep he was while you kept leaking around him.

You were drooling into the couch, completely fucked out and dumb. You weren’t even speaking anymore, just letting out whines and whimpers that matched the rhythm of his brutal thrusts. Every time you tried to crawl away, he dragged you right back.

Your walls suddenly tightened around him.

“Yeah, she ‘bout to cum now, huh?” You could hear the sick grin in his voice. He spread you open, thrusting harder as he watched your cunt swallow him.

Your whole body locked up. A gush of wetness sprayed out around him as you let out a strangled whine, soaking his cock and the couch beneath you. Your thighs trembled violently. The sight pushed Jabber over the edge in seconds. He slammed in deep and came with a groan, hips jerking as he filled you up.

You were too high and fucked out to move, whimpering softly as he pulled out. You thought it was over….until you felt his hands caressing your ass and thighs before moving straight to your pussy.

He spread your lips apart.

“Fucking pretty ass pussy… god,” he whispered, staring at how puffy and twitchy your clit was. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to it, snickering when your hips bucked and your hole clenched around nothing, his cum slowly leaking out of you.

He tsked softly.

Gathering his cum on two fingers, he slowly pushed it back inside. You arched with a cry, body jerking from overstimulation.

“Easy, mama. Doin’ so good f’me,” he praised. You sniffled, you hadn’t even realized you were crying.

“I knowww, too much, right?” he taunted gently. “But look how good she’s sucking me in… I don’t think she’s done yet.”

Let’s just say it was a long night for you.

cw: smut, handjob, established relationship, edging, kinda subby!august. lmk if i missed anything ;)

a/n: here you go pooks @ami3333 hes such a dada man i think i need that fr

𖤓 You were pissed. Not completely, but enough that it sat heavy in your chest. August—your loud, chaotic, completely unhinged boyfriend—had promised he’d be at your gig tonight. It was the biggest one yet, and you’d even convinced the rest of the band to play the song you wrote for him. He never showed. Not even for five fucking minutes.

You knew it was probably work with the Cleaners. He got pulled into things easily. But he promised.

So you went to him.

The Cleaners let you in without question. August never hid you, and with how loud he was about you, he probably couldn’t even if he tried. Your bass was still strapped to your back as you pushed open the door to his studio.

He was at his desk, blond head bobbing dramatically to whatever was blasting through his headphones while he sketched mask designs. You placed your bass by the door and walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest against his back. He paused, but didn’t seem surprised. Your hands slid slowly up his chest, over his throat, and you gently pulled the headphones off his ears.

“August…”

“Well, if it ain’t my sexy muse!” His voice boomed, bright and unfiltered as always. He spun the chair around so fast it squeaked, big hands immediately grabbing your thighs and tugging you closer. “Did ya miss me? Been workin’ all day, sweets—makin’ the crew some killer threads!”

You cupped his face, fingers sliding into his messy blond hair. “You missed my show, August.”

He blinked, then his eyes went wide. He practically launched himself out of the chair, rifling through the disaster on his desk until he found the clock he kept buried under sketches and fabric swatches.

“Holy shit, babe—!” he yelled, voice cracking with genuine panic. “Time’s a goddamn bitch! I thought I had more minutes!”

He dropped back into the chair and pulled you into his lap in one motion, hands settling on your hips. “Tell me how to make it up to you, gorgeous. Anything. Whatever your heart beats for.”

You smiled, slow and a little mean, and ran your hands over his shoulders, up his neck, then down his chest. His breath hitched. You rarely took the lead like this. His eyes darkened as your fingers reached his belt.

He was already hard when you freed him, cock flushed and leaking at the tip. You wrapped your hand around him and started stroking at a steady, deliberate pace.

For once, August wasn’t loud.

A low, rough groan left him instead, head tipping back against the chair. “I waited for you,” you murmured, watching his face. “And you didn’t show.”

“I didn’t mean to, pretty,” he breathed, voice rougher than usual, hips twitching up into your fist. “Got caught up takin’ measurements for the new gear—”

You tightened your grip and sped up. He cursed under his breath, one hand gripping your hip harder while the other braced on the armrest.

“I was upset,” you whispered against his neck, lips brushing skin before you sucked lightly. The wet sound of your hand working his cock mixed with the low bass still leaking from his discarded headphones.

“I know, baby. I know. Ain’t gonna do my muse like that again,” he groaned, the words tumbling out between heavy breaths. His thighs tensed under you. “Fuck—your hand feels so good—“

You stroked him faster, thumb swiping over the slick head on every upstroke. He was panting now, hips rolling up to meet your fist, clearly trying not to take over even though you could feel how badly he wanted to. His usual dominant energy was locked down, letting you have this.

“Say you’re sorry,” you told him, voice low.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped immediately, head lolling back again. “Sorry I missed your show. Sorry I made you wait. Won’t happen again, I swear—”

You leaned in and kissed him, deep and messy. He kissed back hard, taking control of it even while you kept stroking him, thumb pressing against his slit. His cock throbbed in your hand, heavy and hot, and you could feel how close he was getting—his breathing turning ragged, muscles tight, hips jerking up more desperately.

Right as he started to tip over the edge, you let go.

You pulled back from the kiss, slid off his lap, and stood up. August let out a broken, frustrated sound, cock twitching hard against his stomach, flushed dark and glistening.

“Yeah?” you said, tilting your head. “Then don’t miss it next time.”

He stared at you, chest heaving, looking wrecked and desperate.

“I’ll be waiting at home,” you added, turning to leave. “Try not to be late.” You picked up you heavy bass and walked away.

The door clicked shut behind you, leaving him alone in the studio with nothing but the low bass from his headphones and the ache you’d left behind.

WHAT'S THE GIG?... gachiakuta characters and their preferences in liquor [if any].

featuring... all gachiakuta characters i write for [enjin, corvus, august, tamsy, semiu, jabber, gris]!

WHAT'S THE MOVE?... idk what genre this is. mentions of alcohol [casual/social drinking]. mentions of hangovers. general results / consequences of drinking. mentions of drugs (percs, molly, shrooms). jabber's might be a little frowned upon by the general public idk.

luvrs note: i had zero patience in me to so much as copy & paste enjin's full name, as funny as it would've been. fair warning: my humor comes out here more than my jjk version.

ENJIN

this man can't handle anything, im so sorry.

he genuinely cannot drink. i refuse to believe that he can handle anything that isn't a drink that has more juice than liquor

i know that's kinda the point, when mixing drinks, but we're basing this off the way i drink.

anyway, if more than half the cup isn't juice, or something flavored while the rest is barely liquor, he's fucked

genuinely the first to get drunk EVERY time, such a lightweight

this has nothing to do with thinking enjin doesn't "handle business" or whatever ppl be saying when he stands around during conflict

eternally terrified of goldfish shots [he has no reason to be outside of the name]

hangovers? terrible. him drunk? probably the worst display of trying to be smooth you'll ever live to see

he'll genuinely cry if you offer him anything aside from champagne or a seltzer

something in me is telling me he had a bad experience with lemon drops

WHAT'S THE GIG?... jjk characters' liquor preferences [if any].

featuring... all of the jjk characters i write for [gojo, suguru, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, hiromi]!

WHAT'S THE MOVE?... idk what genre this is. mentions of alcohol [casual/social drinking]. mentions of hangovers. general results / consequences of drinking. casual mention of weed.

luvrs note: spent about three minutes cackling at steve harvey, sorry. also, this is written with the narrative ambiguity of whether or not you & the characters are dating; consume what you like, toss what you don't. fun fact: tito's vodka branched out into hygiene briefly around 2020.

G. SATORU

as we know, he isn't a drinker. yes, im sticking to canon.

to be completely honest with you, I don't know why he's here, but i had to include everyone

i will say, however, he's probably a very good babysitter

by "very good", I mean he'll take a quick trip to Paris and get you something to make sure you don't throw up as quickly

he's also someone good to have look after you if you're going to a party of sorts & want to be able to let loose without potentially being in danger

i said that in a friend-way, and relationship-way, btw.

no, he will not let you convince him to have a drink because it "tastes like juice"

yes, he will make sure he either sobers you up or takes matters into his own hands if you two need to leave the area or split for whatever reason

my friend offered the idea that gojo might smoke a little while you're drinking, and i'd like to raise that idea: he'd smoke if he's comfortable and knows you can handle yourself

regardless of what he's smoking, btw

i personally don't see gojo as a cig smoker, but an occasional weed smoker [i could also be biased, however]

we also think gojo got exposed to weed 'cause of suguru

WHAT'S THE GIG?... in which fairy-core!reader invites semiu to come explore a forest with her before coming across an unexpected new friend.

featuring... fairy-core!reader x semiu. au where trees & nature are prominent!

WHAT'S THE MOVE?... FLUFF. wlw. black!reader. established relationship. casual use of cannabis.

luvrs note: hi, it's been a minute. getting back into it with some fluffy stuff. also one of the things for pride month + juneteenth celebration.

"and you're sure you know where we're going?"

semiu raised her brow at you as you continued to lead her through a patch of woods you claimed to be familiar with.

"of course!" you insisted, gasping when you see a small family of deer just past a lake. the babies are spotted, wobbling around the legs of their probable mother clumsily. "awh, look. aren't they cute?"

"very." semiu mused, more focused on your awe than the deers themselves.

smiling to yourself, you continue to lead her through the woods, following the same trail you usually would. past a fallen tree, a smaller puddle from the lake that typically had a few frogs or a toad sitting in the middle of it, and finally? you make it to a curve of the lake, outlined by large and small rocks and stones.

you smile at yourself as you inhale, taking in the smell of pure earth. the dirt, trees, moss, and water all calm your senses like nothing else could.

aside from weed, of course.

"so, what was your plan taking me here, exactly?" semiu asks, settling herself on a fairly smooth rock next to the river.

you shrug. "honestly, i just wanted to be in nature. with you."

semiu's head tilts. "...that's it?"

nodding, "quality time! duh!" then, you reach into your bra. fishing out a joint and lighter, you give semiu a look. "a little bonding never hurt anybody."

the grin that grows across semiu's face tells you all you need to know. sitting on a tree stump nearby, you light the end of the joint before humming to yourself. "the lake's water is surprisingly clean."

"yeah?" semiu muses, "and what'd you have to do to find that out?"

you pass the joint to her, twirling briefly as you stand up. "just finding out." walking backwards into the lake, you shiver a little at the coolness of the water before settling.

it only goes up to your knees, water becoming well acquainted with your skin as calm ripples move around your limbs.

then, you hold your hand out. "wanna take a dip?"

semiu huffs out smoke. "you're lucky i like you."

grinning, "you couldn't not like me if you tried."

ignoring your words, she lets her hand sit in yours. stepping carefully into the water, you walk yourself further into the lake - pulling her in with you, while you're at it.

by the time she gets close enough to wrap an arm around your waist, you're smiling. "see? not that bad."

holding the joint to your lips, semiu hums. "never said it was bad."

you inhale deeply before exhaling, smiling when semiu kisses you as smoke filters between the two of you.

a crunch behind you gathers your attention. you whirl around, smiling softly when you notice a white-tail deer standing behind you two. it's craning its neck barely an inch from the water beneath you.

slowly, you step away. still, you look back at semiu. "does that look like the one from the family we saw earlier?"

she shrugs. "could be."

watching the deer carefully, your smile widens when it steps into the water timidly - toward the two of you.

"oh?" semiu muses behind you, watching as you kneel to be on the deer's level.

you shush her carefully. moving your hand slowly, you offer the back of your palm for the deer to smell.

it does, nudging your knuckles gently. taking that as initiative, you gently run your thumb along the bridge between the deer's eyes. the rest of your hand comes to cup the side of its face, short-hair fur tickling your palms as you give the deer a bit of affection.

deciding not to test your luck, you slowly retract your hand, letting it settle on your knee. still, the deer steps further toward you and nudges at you again.

suppressing a laugh, you decide to cup both hands and slowly dip them into the water before offering it to the deer.

timid as ever, it sniffed the very tips of your fingers before deciding to drink from your hands.

you slowly look back at semiu, who's watching the deer in gentle awe before her gaze lands on you.

before she can say anything, your attention is caught by a crack behind the deer. it's another one, definitely older - possibly the mother.

habitually, the deer in front of you backs out of the lake and to its parents side. and before you knew it? they were trotting off into the woods.

immediately, you're popping up, water splashing around you. "semiu! did you see that?"

she nods, grinning at your excitement. "i did, baby."