ONLY DOLLZ ON THE BLOCK

bf!ichigo who’s so into his pretty girl, he’d do anything you asked him. he’s a sweet guy.

bf!ichigo who lets you sit down on his lap and pierce his nose on a whim just because you said he’d look good with it and you really want to match with him.

bf!ichigo who never lets you pay for a thing when he’s around and always makes sure you’re treated like a princess.

bf!ichigo who drives you everywhere and lets you play whatever you want on the aux because how could he say no to his girl?

bf!ichigo who goes to concerts with you and acts like your bodyguard the way he stands behind you and makes sure nothing bothers your experience.

bf!ichigo who loves watching you doll up while he lies down on your bed surrounded by plushies and the colour pink.

bf!ichigo who loves to help you out in the kitchen, he is your sous-chef, make use of him!

bf!ichigo who makes you sit on his back while he does pushups.

bf!ichigo who gives you a massage the second you complain about any aches in your body. lie down babe, he’s taking care of you.

bf!ichigo whose heart feels so full when he watches you interact with his sisters and make an effort to hang out with them on your own time (like when you come over to his house and jokingly ignore him and shoo him away to have some “girl time” with his adorable younger sisters).

bf!ichigo who loves to dress up in matching outfits with you, he looks forward to halloween every year because you never fail to pick the best couple outfits.

bf!ichigo who plans all your dates. he doesn’t play when it comes to you, your dates will always be romantic and fun because you’re together and he puts in the work.

bf!ichigo who loves to stare at you. god forbid you’re in the same room as him when he’s having a conversation with anyone, his eyes will be on you.

bf!ichigo who loves when you manhandle him. shove him around, he can take it. any excuse to be touching you, or have you touching him he will take. ceo of #ilovemygf.

bf!ichigo who only watches tiktoks and reels for you, he’s waiting for you to slither up to his chest and watch them with him (he also watches everything you send him and heart it every time).

bf!ichigo who only has social media to post you. his instagram is dry as hell but you best believe he’s got one post with you taking a picture while he’s kissing your head. you are also in his pfp and all his stories are just of you (and maybe the occasional hangout with his friends).

bf!ichigo who shares all his media with you and wants to consume all the media you’re into because he’s so in love with you and wants to know more about your interests. yes, he only listens to playlists you make him. yes, you share accounts on everything.

bf!ichigo who has your things all over his room. yes there’s a framed picture of you on his desk right beside his family. also, you are his wallpaper, so what?

bf!ichigo who has thought about marrying you every single day and he will make it happen when you’re both ready for it. there is no way he’s not making you his wife, his one and forever only.

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WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo how i love u), pussywhipped!gojo, praise, gojo crying a little (pussy so good makes him cry lol), begging.

A/N: this is my take on frat!jo. i’m obsessed w him. very short drabble i did while on the bus lol enjoy. tag: @rainlina | check my recent fic! + nerdjo hc’s | artist: @/paanwny

it’s widely known that frat!jo is the life of the party. the charismatic one. the popular one.

loud as hell at every party, shirt always half-unbuttoned, sunglasses perched on his head even at 2 am, slinging arms around his friends while he loudly recounts last weekend’s hook-ups.

“swear to god bro, she was crying my name by the 3rd round” he brags, guys fist-bumping him like some kind of local legend, girls giggling.

he’s the king of the world (or so he feels like). never texts back. doesn’t care about anyone ghosting him. he doesn’t get ghosted — he’s the one ghosting. the one who doesn’t “repeat girls”.

then, the inevitable happens. he finds you at a party. basically eyecandy for him. you could be fun. laughed at his horrible jokes, flirted with him, hell, you were so his type.

and obviously, you end up in his room.

he crowds you against the door, barely locked when he makes cocky promises that would make any girl giggly. “m’gonna have you screaming so loud, gorgeous…”

he truly does believe his words. he’s done this too many times.

except the moment your fingers hook under his waistband and tug his sweats down, that bravado cracks like cheap glass.

you push him back onto his bed — still messy from god knows who was his last girl— and climb on top of him. the moment you sink down onto him, slow and deliberate, his entire body locks up.

“f-ffuuck,” he gasps, head thudding back against the pillows. his hands fly to your thighs, fingers digging in hard, but he’s not guiding you. he… he is just holding on. “wa—wait, baby, slow—s-shit, you’re—ngh—”

you roll your hips once and his eyes roll back, mouth falling open on a broken whine.

“huh? i… thought you were gonna ruin me?” you ask innocently, though smiling like never before. “thought you were gonna make me scream?”

he laughs. tries to. it comes shaky, more whimper than chuckle. “y-yeah, i am, i—fuck, just—gimme a sec, you feel too good, i can’t—” his hips jerk up once, twice, sloppy and desperate, like he can’t help it. “god, your pussy’s so —mmph— perfect, I’m losing my fucking mind…!”