𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 ꨄ︎

Warning: Beware of last slide

Sukuna version

tall boyfriend perks are really good.

he reaches everything. top shelves, high cabinets, that one lightbulb you swore you’d get to later— done in seconds, no stool needed.

he doubles as your personal ladder and your built-in heater. you’re basically wrapped in a walking blanket 24/7.

but the cons?

he takes up space without meaning to, and the fact he already loves manspreading whenever doesn’t help at all.

it’s as if everything has gotten smaller. that’s the only logical explanation. because there’s no way one man should be able to take up this much space.

“baaabe,” you whine, shoving at his shoulder. “move.”

a sleepy hum is your only response. one long arm tightens around your waist, dragging you back against him like you haven’t just spent the last five minutes trying to wiggle free.

“you’re warm,” he mumbles into your hair, voice thick with sleep. “stay.”

“i’m gonna fall off the bed. you’re literally on my side.”

this is your life— losing every nightly battle for mattress territory, practically kicked out of your bed simply because he can’t keep his limbs to himself.

a frustrated groan slips out before you give up, finally managing to slip out from his hold. he shifts, reaching instinctively for you, but you’re already gone, padding out of the bedroom and collapsing onto the couch.

it lasts exactly ten minutes.

you wake up once more to something heavy pressing into your back.

“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”

behind you, half-folded onto a couch that is very much not built for a grown man his size, satoru has somehow wedged himself in, arms wrapped tightly around you.

“you left,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your shoulder without opening his eyes.

“because you took over the entire bed.”

“mm.. sorry.”

“and now you’re taking up the entire couch as well.”

he hums again, clearly unconcerned, and pulls you even closer— if that’s somehow possible.

you try to twist around to glare at him, but his grip only tightens, his legs tangling with yours until escape is officially impossible.

“mooove.”

“don’t wanna,” he shoots back, a lazy grin tugging at his lips even in the dark.

you sigh, defeated, resting back against him.

when you move to a new apartment, supernatural problems start to arise. things going bump in the night, shadows moving in the corner of your eye, belongings going missing... you would’ve already packed up your bags and left if it weren’t for your new neighbor, okkotsu yuta, who’s always there to save you. however, as time goes by, you start to notice that something just doesn’t add up...

content: language, crude humor, attempt at horror, modern au, yuta is sus af

Your best friend Toji teaching you how to squirt

When the topic of “the most embarrassing thing your ex ever said in bed” came up. You laughed, told him about the one guy who kept asking if you were “close yet” like he was checking a fucking timer. Toji snorted laughing, “Bet none of ‘em ever made you squirt, huh?”

You blinked at the dumb shit that he’d just said. “Made me…what?”

He stared at you for a second, then barked out a laugh. “You’re shittin’ me. You really don’t know?”

You shrugged, cheeks burning. “I mean, I’ve come before. It feels good. But squirting? That’s…porn bullshit, not real life.” you laughed, kicking your legs up onto his lap. “Girls fake that shit for views.”

He sat up, elbows on his knees, looking at you like you were fucking crazy, “You serious right now?” You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, “Yeah, okay, Mr. Expert. You’ve made every girl you’ve fucked squirt then?”

He caught your ankle again when you tried to playfully kick his face, this time yanking you forward so fast you yelped, sliding you halfway onto his lap. “Hell yeah, everyone single one and the fact that none of those pathetic exes of yours ever got you there…kinda pisses me off.”

You opened your mouth to deny it, “Whatever. It’s not a big deal. I’m not missing out on anything.” Toji’s hand landed heavy on your thigh, slapping it, “You are. And I’m not letting my best friend walk around thinking she can’t squirt when I know damn well she can…Bet I could make you.”

Now your best friend had you pinned on his bed, shirt shoved up over your tits, shorts and panties dangling off one ankle. His palm strokes slow circles over your stomach, the other hand resting heavy on your inner thigh. “Relax, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, “You trust me, right?”

You nod, this was Toji. Your best friend. The guy who’s seen you ugly-cry over breakups and insults you about it. And now his fingers are sliding through your already slick folds like he’s done this a hundred times in his head. “Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughed at you. “Just from talking about it?”

You tried to glare at him, but it came out as a shaky breath when his calloused thumb found your clit and rubbed lazy circles. Your back arched off the bed, tits bouncing slightly with the movement since your shirt was bunched uselessly above them. “Shut up,” you moaned, as he pushed two thick fingers inside you. He leaned down, biting the side of your breast before sucking your nipple into his hot mouth.

“I—I don’t—” You gasped as he added a third finger, “It’s not gonna happen, Ji. I already t-told you—it doesn’t happen to me-e.” You’re soaked, embarrassingly so, as you bit your lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly.

“‘Cause you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing,” Toji growled, releasing your nipple with a wet pop and shifting so he could watch his fingers disappear into you. “Toji—wait, it feels…weird—” you whimpered, trying to close your legs. It was too intense, like you had to pee but a hundred times stronger.

He spits on your clit, then drags his tongue through your folds in one long lick before sucking your clit into his mouth. “That’s your body telling you you’re about to squirt all over my fucking hand like a good girl.” He spits on your clit again, three thick fingers stretching you open as he fucks you faster.

The slick sounds were louder now, as you tried to close your legs, but Toji’s broad shoulders keep you spread wide, his free hand pinning your thigh down, the other curling perfectly while his palm slapped wetly against your clit with every stroke so you couldn’t escape the overwhelming sensation. “Squirt for me like a good fucking girl.”

You begin to whimper desperately, “Toji—Toji I—oh my god—!” You shake your head, panting, “Ji, seriously—stop, it feels like I’m gonna—” Your back arches hard, tits heaving, nipples stiff and aching from his earlier attention.

Your whole body is trembling, thighs trying uselessly to snap shut around his huge fuckass shoulders while gushing squirts soak Toji’s wrist, his forearm, the sheets beneath your ass in a clear, messy spray. You whimper louder as your squirt splashes messily against his chest and stomach, “Fuuuck, there it is,” Toji groaned, watching with satisfaction as you made a mess. “Look at that. Keep going, good girl, that’s it.”

When he finally slowed his fingers and pulled them out, you were a shaking whimpering mess. He lifted his soaked hand to his mouth and licked off his fingers groaning. “Fuckin’ told you,” he said, voice rough with arousal.

Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers as the last weak spurts trickled out. You lay there panting, trembling, thighs soaked and staring up at him in stunned, blissed-out disbelief. “Told you it was real,” he rasped, “It’s a good thing I love provin’ you wrong.”

pt 3! pt 2! pt 1!

an: heh lwk disappeared again but chat ive been visiting a friend for the past 3 weeks and ive been so stressed and literally could not think of what to write but im locking in for you guys 🧘‍♀️

notes: f! reader, bkdk, use of senpai, mommy and kitten as a joke, more friend like banter

“you’re really gonna make me leave baby?” he’s frowning. frowning like a child while he stands by your apartment door as you’re actively trying to shove him out. “i brought flowers.” he looks over to them on your table, sitting in a vase he brought with a sappy note attached to it. he looks back at you with puppy eyes to try and convince you further.

“yes, i am.” you just keep on pushing him trying to hurry him out your door but making next to no progress. you know you’ll win eventually though. you guess in about 5 minutes you’ll compromise and say he can actually kiss you next time if he leaves. “i’m not looking for a relationship right now, gojo. i don’t need you all fawny over me. now leave.”

his lips quiver like they’re about to cry. his hands even grip harder on the change of clothes he brought incase you’d let him sleepover this time and the fabric scrunches beneath his touch.

“so you’re just using me for my body?” he knows damn well you are. for gods sakes you met him at a bar and had told him you just wanted rebound dick from your last breakup. his other hand pushes on the door frame, steadying him and rendering him completely still. you stop pushing at this point. he’ll leave eventually.

“you’re a great person ,” you feel like you’ve said this before, and by his hurt face it looks like he has too, unfortunately now seeing it from the other side. “but i can’t deal with all this mopey shit. i have work, bills—”

“i can pay them!” he suggests, perking up like that’s the only word he heard. “or you could move in with me!” he’s back to that prince charming smile you can just tell he abused back in college.

“that’s not it, gojo—”

“i love you,” he grabs your wrists, dropping his clothes he was holding, that were by your side and brings them up to his face, forcing you to cup his jaw. you stare up at him. “i can wait, sweetheart! i can—i really can!” he’s like a child trying to convince their mother they won’t act too crazy on sugar.

he stays going off on a tangent now, gripping your wrists even tighter unconsciously.

“i-i can buy you anything. my friends would love you—especially utahime, you hate me like her i guess. i already give you good dick, i mean you were just moaning not to long ago—” you start to drown him out.

“—just one date. if you really do hate me you can slap me after it, just let me try. please? don’t be so cold hearted, baby.”

“gojo,” he looks disappointed already, like he’s anticipating a terrible answer. “come here.” you gesture with your hands for him to lean closer. you plop a delicate, just barely there, chaste kiss on his cheek. “go home.” you deadpan.

sukuna smelt it before he heard it. the sweet smell of cookies filled his nose, as well as his taste buds. then he heard it. the soft munching coming from behind him.

at this point he was wide awake, the familiar scent filling the bedroom making it impossible for him to ignore whatever was happening next to him.

he rolled over, blanket covering up to his neck as he kept his head on the pillow, pink hair sprawled across it.

then he saw you. back against the headboard, blanket covering only up to your knees, letting him see you swallowed by his shirt, along with your bare thighs in the dark. only they weren’t exactly bare.

sitting atop your thighs was a box of sugar cookies, first row already gone as you stuffed the last one into our mouth, looking off into the darkness of the room.

sukuna was just staring at you, eyes threatening to close as he fought off sleep.

you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend next to you drilling holes in the side of your head as you reached for the fourth cookie in the second row.

“ahem.” sukuna cleared his throat, hoping to get to you notice him and give some sort of explanation on what you were doing eating cookies in the middle of the night.

you slowly turn your head to him, eyes locked on the dark corner of the room as you zoned out, grabbing another cookie from the box.

sukuna quickly shoot his hand up, covering your mouth before you could shove it in. your eyes snapped to him, finally looking at him.

“woman. what the fuck are you doing?”

you pushed his hand away, crumbs getting on his fingers as you mumbled about how hungry you were before taking a bite out of the cookie.

“you’re hungry?” sukuna shifted a little, leaning over your legs to squint at the clock on your bedside table. “baby, it’s 2 in the morning. why’re you eating cookies at 2 in the morning?”

you could only shrug your shoulders, nudging the half eaten cookie towards sukuna’s mouth.

sukuna let out a loud sigh, obviously not happy with your lack of response. he still opened his mouth though, waiting for you to feed him the cookie.

you finally cracked a smile, staring down at your boyfriend who was now shoving himself onto your thigh, hair brushing the edge of the box before mumbling “make sure you go to sleep soon.” into the plush of your thigh, sleep laced in his voice as he scooted himself closer towards you.

SMAU; some texts between frat!gojo and plug!reader

illi’s notez; ⋆˚꩜｡ i’ve done nothing but rot in my bed like a chud all day and make these dumbass smaus 🫩🫩 anything but math homework man divider creds; @/cursed-carmine. masterlist

CIRCUS FREAKS

╰┈➤ are you sick of dating the same copy-paste man you discover on a dating app? are you looking for a man that’s at the very least exciting? if so..this is the place for you! i mean, what’s more fun than entertaining a circus freak?

✦ huge huge huge thank you to my friend laurence!! she came up with most of these ideas, and i definitely couldn’t have done this without her. she is INCREDIBLY creative and so so sweet!! she’s taking over freakshow sukuna, so definitely check it out when she does it, since i know it’ll be amazing!!! i love you sm laurence, you’re an angel! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) 💋

Members of this freakish troupe include…

★ the school's star volleyball player is struggling keep her grades up. her friends are kind enough to help her get a tutor.. but it turns out to be her ex boyfriend. what happens when she and yuta cross paths a second time?

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★ a/n! I AM AT 100 FOLLOWERS HELLO OMG what do yall want as a celebration.. i'll take requests 😳 THANK YOU GIYS

jjk guys reacting to you getting flowers from a secret admirer!! sounds like competition!!

characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso Kamo, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Toge Inumaki

warnings: sexual themes, cussing, slight ooc?, MEGUMI AGED UP, YUJI AGED UP, INUMAKI AGED UP. I REPEAT NO MINORS!!