Hi Sarah Could I Request A Little Thing Where Maybe The Reader Is Pregnant But Not With Eddies Baby When

Hi Sarah could I request a little thing where maybe the reader is pregnant but not with Eddie’s baby when she meets Eddie?

Hiii babes!! So this is my first time doing something like this so I hope you enjoy it!! I might make a little tiny series based off this but we shall see!! 💖

*Eddie knows two things, one is he wants to be with you and the second is that you’re keeping something from him*

“You don’t want to be with me Eddie I’m serious.” Eddie just rolls his eyes as he leans against the doorway of your bedroom with his arms crossed over his chest. “What about that girl that works with Steve? She’s cute.” You suggest as you continue folding your clothes and sorting them into piles so it’s easier for you to put them away later.

“I hate to break it to you sweetheart but Robin isn’t exactly looking to date someone…like me.” Eddie tries to explain it in the most respectable way since he’s not sure Robin has told more than a handful of people about the fact she prefers the company of women than men when it comes to romantic relationships. You just let out a huff as you place your hands on your hips before turning to face him making a small smirk form on Eddie’s face, he’s always thought you look so cute all flustered and annoyed it reminded him of the day he met you.

The two of you met a little over a month ago at the record store when you tried to snag the latest Metallica album but Eddie’s ring clad hand beat you to it, making you try to bargain with him which resulted in him leaving with your number and you leaving with the album and a promise from him that he’d call. He kept his word and called you the following day, asking if you’d at least let him come over and listen to the album together and since then he’s been making regular appearances at your apartment. Today being no different but little did you know today Eddie had a goal in mind, he wasn’t going to leave until you finally agreed to go on a date with him, something he’d spent the last two weeks trying to convince you was a good idea but you turned down every single time with no real explanation.

“Eddie there are tons of girls in Hawkins that probably have been secretly in love with you since high school or something. Just date one of them.” You watch him just shake his head and let out a deep chuckle as he pushes himself off your doorframe so he can take a step towards you.

“I don’t want any other girl.” You bite your bottom lip as he takes another step closer to you. “I like the girl that’s standing right in front of me trying so hard to convince me that we wouldn’t be good together even though we both know it’s a lie.” Eddie reaches out and pushes a few strands of your hair that have fallen out of your messy bun out of your face so he can see the slight blush that’s taken over your cheeks. You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you look down at your feet trying to prepare yourself to finally tell him the exact reason why you two wouldn’t be good together.

“I’m pregnant.” You feel his hand drop from your cheek as soon as the words leave your mouth. You slowly look up at him and take a small step back when you see his eyes are wide and his mouth slightly hung open.

“You’re…wait that’s…that’s not…” You watch him run his hands through his hair as he turns and starts pacing the length of your bed. “That’s not possible? We…we haven’t even kissed?” He stops pacing and stares at you before his eyes drop to your stomach making you instinctively place a hand to the front of it. “This makes no sense.” You just give him a small smile as you walk over to him and grab both of his hands.

“Eddie you’re not the father.” You can’t help but laugh as he lets out a loud sigh of relief as you give his hands a little squeeze. “But you keep asking why we can’t be together and this,” you let go of one of this hands so you can place your hand on your stomach. “This is why. I’m pregnant with someone else’s baby and I’d never want to drag you into something this serious when we haven’t even known each other that long.” Eddie nods his head as you finally give him the real explanation as to why you’ve been turning him down the past few weeks.

“Does the father know?” Eddie asks as he feels you mess with the rings on his fingers. You look at him and just give him a little nod, knowing what his next question was going to be you feel a small lump form in the back of your throat. “Does he want to be involved?” He hates the way your eyes get glossy and your bottom lip starts to quiver as you look away from him as you shake your head, wordlessly answering his question. “So this…is a lot but…honestly,” you feel Eddie’s hand gently cup your cheek so he can turn your head so you’re looking at him. “It doesn’t change the fact I still like the girl standing right in front of me.” You feel his thumb brush your cheek as a few tears fall from your eyes as he speaks.

“I can’t ask you to be with me when my whole life is about to change. Did you miss the part where I said I’m pregnant? Im going to have a baby in like seven months.” Eddie just playfully rolls his eyes as he brings his other hand up so he can gently hold your face in his hands.

“Trust me sweetheart I heard you. But you don’t have to ask me okay? I volunteer, I want to be with you. So please just let me take you on a damn date already so we can get this show on the road since like you said…you’re having a baby in like seven months.” You can’t help but smile as he leans down so his forehead is resting against yours. “You don’t have to do this alone.” He adds as he places a kiss to your tear stained cheeks.

“Okay.” Eddie just grins as you reach up and place your hands over his that are still holding the sides of your face. “You can take me on a date.” 💖

let me see ya, baby — gojo satoru.

in which satoru is just an idiot in love.

i js rlly needed some gojo fluff rn

maybe a lil self indulgent. fem!reader // pure fluff. maybe a few curse words? that's all

"so you blocked me, huh?"

you hiss your teeth, leaning back into the soft cushioned sofa of the teachers' lounge, one leg crossed over the other, dragging a manicured nail across the hem of your skirt. here satoru goes again. and on your work phone nonetheless.

"i didn't block you, i muted the chat."

and maybe you're being a little petty. before satoru left a day ago for a mission, you both argued about something — you're not sure you even remember the extent of the fight but you know it was about something along the lines of him never showing up on time for anything, like ever.

from megumi's parent-teacher meetings to dates to his own teaching deadlines, your boyfriend was just plain tardy. and quite frankly, you wanted to teach him a lesson on how it feels to be left waiting.

"so you're out here turning off my notifications and not answering my messages?" there's a shrill of static over the line, and you swear all you can hear is a shril shriek— almost like he's about to throw a tantrum like he always does. it's insufferable — but also endearing in a sick way. when satoru gojo isn't given attention, he's like a madman. a deprived toddler. he's a manchild.

"i have work to do, satoru." you sighed, and he scoffs, loud. "suuuuper busy right now, so i'll just call you back after i—"

"you think my six eyes don't work or something?" you hear a door click shut on his end of the line, and you raise an eyebrow, standing from your seat immediately to look around the room, twirling around then back again.

"not there yet, dummy." he laughs, and you soften — just a little, at least.

"you came back early — you shouldn't even be on campus." you stall, walking over to the door to lock it, just for extra measure, you're expecting he's probably already walking down the hallway right now.

"uh huh," he mumbles, taking long strides down the hall towards the teachers' lounge. "missed you too, babe — let's makeout and makeup."

you roll your eyes, leaning against the door as you press the phone against your air. "that's not happening!"

"that's your problem—" you groan, tapping your nails against the plastic of your phonecase. "you never take arguments seriously. they're called arguments for a reason, you idiot!"

what's the point? arguing with him is like fighting a brick wall. he doesn't listen, he's braindead. your boyfriend is a braindead child. it's all hopeless isn't it?

"so, you don't miss me juuust a lil' bit?"

you feel his presence before you hear his voice echoing from outside the door and not your phone. it's almost as if you can feel him staring at you, and you stare at the door, slowly shoving your phone into your back pocket. you can imagine the smug grin on his face.

"no, not even a little bit." you reach forward and twist the doorknob, pulling the door open wide enough to get a good look at him. and the moment you do, all teasing and faux pettiness is gone.

satoru gojo, your sweet idiot of a boyfriend is standing in front of you, blindfold loose around his collar and eyes hung low. he's in the same clothes he left in yesterday, and to you, he looks exhausted. yet, he's grinning down at you like the cat that caught the canary, victorious.

"satoru—" your voice dies in your throat and you usher him inside the lounge and out of the doorway, your hands finding his blondfold first as you get on your tiptoes to reach.

"baby, hey— wait a minute—!"

you ignore him and push the blindfold back up to his eyes, the softest twinge of a frown tugging at the corner of your mouth.

"you that eager to see me?" satoru tilts his head to look down at you, and a smirk curls on his lips. "worried about me? thought you said you didn't miss me?"

"shut up."

he can't help how his heart flutters, and he commits you to memory, here in this moment. something so small, that means everything to him. and he reaches up to tug his blindfold down again but you stop him with your hand on his and a disappointed look. "don't overdo it, 'toru."

he's insufferable. he never minds his own health after missions, never listens to you, lies about being fine—

"im fiineee!"

"you have a headache, don't you?"

he pouts, ridiculously so. "only a little one." he grumbles and a snort escapes you followed by a chuckle. and with such a soft moment of distraction he grabs ahold of your hand in his and lets the blindfold drop regardless.

"satoru." you warn.

"what?" he grins, wide and almost mischievous, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, melding your bodies together. his muscles relax instantly after twenty four long hours without you. "just wanna look at my girl. you gonna get mad at me about that too?"

"i hate you—" you murmur just as he leans in, grumbling against his lips.

"love you more, you evil little ray of sunshine—" he points his tongue and licks the corner of your mouth.

"ew, 'toru!" you cry and he laughs. "why are you even back so quick?"

satoru shrugs, albeit guiltily, giving you a boyish grin, crystalline blue orbs admiring you. "you wouldn't answer my calls, so—"

"you're so—" he cuts you off with a soft kiss to your lips, and then he pulls away, almost too proud of himself. "sexy? handsome? strong? absolutely ripped?"

"—stupid."

to think he cut his mission short just because you wouldn't answer his calls. satoru gojo, the man you are...

"well, can you blame me?" he sighs, wiggling his head to nuzzle in the crook of your neck, your hands reach up to stroke his hair, and he's like putty in your arms with the way he melts into a hot puddle of lovesickness. "jus' really wanted t' see you."

"this doesn't mean i'm not mad at you anymore, satoru."

truly, you forgot what you even ignored him for. maybe you've been too lenient— no wonder he gets away with everything with you.

"yeah?" he mumbles, and he can't help but smile. leave it up to you to be such a hardass. "cuddle me and i'll make up for it later?"

"you're spoiled."

"you love me." he sings into your neck, and you sigh, a laugh leaving you.

"way too much."

“what’s on these?” megumi asks, holding up a box of memory cards.

cleaning day always unearthed all types of lost and forgotten items. sometimes it was clothes long forgotten in you and gojo’s closet, other times it was the kid’s old books or toys. you knew every inch of your little apartment, so most times you could identify any mystery items that came up.

“i don’t know,” you hum, plucking a card from the box to inspect it a little more closely. the only hint as to what’s actually on it seems to just be a date.

2006

…and it’s in gojo’s handwriting.

curious, you pop one into the video player and turn on the tv. the kids join you on the couch, clearly eager to entertain any distraction from your cleaning crusade.

when the screen flickers to life, a familiar courtyard comes into view.

you can’t help the gasp when haibara comes into focus…but then you see satoru standing standing across from him, arms spread out.

“who is that?” megumi asks, pointing at haibara.

you think of the bright smile of the boy still lingering in the edges of your memory and tell him, softly, “an old friend.”

“suguru!” gojo shouts, looking towards the person holding the camera. he’s all messy hair and wide smiles, exactly how you remember him in his youth. “make sure you get this one!”

geto grumbles someone about how he’s paying attention, and suddenly you remember exactly what this is.

“ah, these are from when yaga would make us record ourselves practicing cursed technique application,” you explain as a haibara lines up a shot with a pencil.

the pencil hits gojo in the face, gifting him a small cut on his cheek. “ah, shit!”

behind the camera you can hear nanami and geto laughing haibara apologizes profusely, and shoko comes over to practice her healing. you come over too, holding a cloth.

“don’t pout,” your younger self says, reaching up to wipe a thin trail of blood from his cheek. “you’ll get it next time.”

as soon you turn away, you hear geto snicker and the camera suddenly zooms in on gojo’s face.

he’s blushing.

“ugh,” you hear him groan behind the three of you, finally finished cleaning the bathroom. “are we done cleaning yet?”

“we’re taking a break!” tsumiki tells him, as megumi pops another card in.

gojo ignores megumi’s protests, stealing the spot on the couch next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a smirk. “move your feet, lose your seat.”

tsumiki, angel that she is, moves over so her brother can sit on your other side as the video starts.

this time, gojo is the one recording, holding the camera out so it’s pointed at his own smiling face. “haibara versus nanami, round one!”

you feel your boyfriend stiffen beside you, looking over to see an odd look on his face. “oh, fuck—”

“jar,” megumi says flatly.

he glares at the kid, and is about to get up when you stop him. “wait! i want to watch this!”

he slumps back, throwing an arm over his eyes as he groans dramatically. ignoring him, you watch the fight play out, which ends with haibara whining whilst in a headlock.

you hear geto’s murmured commentary off camera as nanami releases his classmate, expecting the video to zoom in on the victor.

but it drifts a little to the left, where you’re laughing with shoko on the sidelines.

“so obvious,” geto scoffs. the video wobbles for a moment before being pointed directly at the tips of satoru’s shoes, then ends abruptly.

when you glance over at satoru, he’s pulled his sunglasses over his eyes as if they can hide his pink cheeks.

the next videos are similar. memories of your past viewed through a different lens, showing you things you’d never picked up on when you were living them.

some moments you watch with an aching heart. like when suguru leans close to you and makes a joke at satoru’s expense, or when you reach up to ruffle haibara’s hair.

(moments with cherished friends proving that the grief of losing them never got any lighter as you moved forward with your life, but at some point you’d just gotten used to carrying the weight.)

but what might be most interesting is seeing yourself in satoru’s eyes.

his focus, whether he was the one holding the camera or not, always seemed to drift to you. for all the times he’d denied crushing on you in your early years, the camera proves otherwise.

the way he peeks at you shyly as you fix your hair before a fight.

the way he reaches out insticntively whenever you’re knocked backwards.

the way he smiles brightly whenever you laugh at one of his jokes.

the way your gaze would occasionally meet his, and his smile seemed to come naturally.

“okay, that’s enough for tonight,” satoru announces, shutting the tv off and shooing the children away. “go clean your rooms, you freeloaders.”

you stand, looping your arms around his neck before he can run away. smiling, you gently pull his glasses off, tossing them onto the couch.

“hey! those are gucci—”

you shut him up with a kiss, feeling the way his lips curve upwards against yours. “i love you, you know that?”

blue eyes meet yours, the pensive look he’d been wearing melting into something a little softer. something reserved for you. “you’re obsessed with me, i know.”

you simply laugh, letting him dip down to give you another kiss.

(because you’d had his heart in your pocket long before either of you had realized.)

Drunk On You - Itadori Yuuji

-`ღ´- tags: 18+, itadorixreader, pet name usage, afab reader, pwp, alcohol consumption, restroom sex, public sex, cream pie 

-`ღ´- wc: 3.1K

-`ღ´- a/n: I didn’t get to go out because my bank account is empty AND there's a dumb storm in my area. So, while bitterly sitting on my phone, I wrote this whole thing in a single text post. Might be errors but fuck it we ball.

-`ღ´- synopsis: Itadori wants to be a protective friend, but he’s still a man and he’d be stupid to let this opportunity slip by. Basically, you go clubbing with the girls and end up creampied in a nasty club restroom. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 

Itadori Yuji was a man at the end of the day. He wanted to be a friend and a caregiver at all times to those close to him. But he can only handle so much.

He didn’t care much about going out, but when Nobara and you explained it’s important to have a guy around for safety, he begrudgingly agreed to join you guys. He feels a little out of place being the only guy around when Nobara, Maki, and you are slamming back shots while picking out outfits and make up. Sometimes Yuuta makes an appearance but tonight he’s “busy”.

Yuji didn’t believe that for a second. He probably was just sleeping in after lounging around with Toge. The thought was taken off his mind as soon as you strolled over with two shots. Tequila. No lime wedge or salt in sight. He gulped harshly, before meeting your eyes.

“C'mon Yu, please. The girls won’t drink tequila with me.” You whine to him, cheeks already flushed from drinking. He tries to laugh and puts his hand out to push the shot away, but you persist, dropping the glass. Itadori’s hand shot out to catch it. The liquid spilled across his hand and you continued your begging.

“Look! It’s less full now, you don’t even have to take a full one, so please?” You pout and your eyebrows furrowed together in a faux fashion.

He can’t help smiling at how persuasive you were. You just wouldn’t quit, would you?

“You’re gonna get me in trouble! How am I supposed to protect you and DD like this?” He whisper-yells, all to play along with  his role for the night. But yet again, you pushed forward.

“Cmon, Yuu, please? Don’t make me drink alone,” your voice became softer and timid as you said the last part. You batted your eyelashes at him and nudged the shot in his hand up. Itadori always feels warm when you give him attention, and now is no different.

If he took the shot would you leave him? Or would you stay close to him, happy that he listened? Is it manipulative if he wants to do whatever makes you stay close to him?

“We’re leaving in five!” Nobara called out, causing you to gasp.

“Please,” you tried one last time. And Itadori sighed before raising the shot in the air. You smiled with those pink glossy lips and joined him.

Up. Down. Drink.

It wasn’t the worst shot he’s taken but it caused his jaw to tense and his lips pursed together. You laughed at his reaction, getting out a little sympathic “Oh Yu.”

Getting to the club was a blur. He remembers Nobara sitting in the front to control the music while you and Maki sang your hearts out in the back of the car. Then he was in the club, ordering drinks for you all.

He got himself a beer and slowly passed out the drinks. When he turned around, you weren’t there. He sighed in defeat, knowing you probably rushed to the dance floor the moment you heard a solid base drop.

Maki and Nobara, with secured drinks, were already going over to the DJ to request whatever music they wanted. Then there was you, alone in the crowd, twisting and whining your hips to the beat. He hated to admit it, but the way you danced had every guy looking your way, including him.

You rolled your body to the sound, throwing your hair to the side. Your split hem skirt was riding up quickly from the constant up and down your hips and ass did. The bass could be felt through the floor. It resonated in your ribcage as you shook your body. Dropping low, rising again, and you kept your eyes closed knowing any contact made with someone else would result in an unwanted invitation.

It wasn’t until Itadori finally reached you, that you finally let a smile grace your features. He passed you the drink and you tried saying “you didn’t have to” over the music but Itadori pretended not to hear you.

“Hmm?” He questioned and you decided to reach up and grab the nape of his neck. Your fingers slid across his undercut as you pulled him down.

“I said!” You lost your thought as his cologne filled your senses. It made your tongue heavy and you had to swallow before continuing. “I said you didn’t have to!”

Yuji pulled back a little bit to smile at you. “I know that, I wanted to,” he said. The cost of the tab was lower than the cost of some creep trying to hit on you or your friends.

Before you could admit how happy that made you. The intro to your favorite song dropped. You widen your eyes, looking over at the DJ booth to see Maki and Nobara cheering as the song starts. You laugh as other girls in the club start to dance with more vigor. Itadori did his best to raise his drink and stop it from spilling as people started to crowd the floor more.

Soon enough you were wedged between him and other girls. You tried to keep things fun and low risk by making a face and moving your head back and forth to show Itadori you enjoyed the song. He did the same, trying to move in sync with you.

You knew Itadori knew how to dance. You chalked it up to how fit he was but nothing more. You knew he settled with his two steps and light shuffling to the beat for the group's sake. You sipped on your drink, watching him through your lashes.

Eventually you found yourself with you back facing him. Yuji couldn’t help but watch you rock your body back and forth, you whined your hips, tightening and rolling your abdomen. Your ass sat right in front of him, moving up and down. He knew his face was flushed and it wasn’t because of the damn beer he was nursing.

You lose your footing, stumbling back against him. Yuji caught you with a hand on your hip. You looked over your shoulder, locking eyes with him. An unintentional invitation was presented to you both. You could probably blame it on the atmosphere and the alcohol in your system, but you both refused to move back.

You looked forward again. The moves started subtle. A whine with a dip. Itadori watched as you held the same movement for a second, letting him catch up to you. His hand on your hip ran across your front as he pulled you back against him. He rocked side to side, closing his eyes to savor your ass settling on his groin.

He’s supposed to be looking out for you.

Itadori grounds himself as your rock your ass against him. He works to follow your movements, dragging the hand on your hip across your form. He feels hot. His cock was stiffening from the moment you tried to beg him to take a shot with him. He rasped out as you danced on him, causing your ass to shake right on him.

He pulls you up, his chest right against your back. He’s at a loss for words. All he can think about is how fucking good you feel pressing against him. You’re so soft and supple. You smell so good. He tried to make sure moments like this never happened beforehand. He’d opt for other guys coming or making sure your front ways face his front. He’d leave room for Jesus if there was space to do so. 

His best friend was grinding on his fucking dick and he didn’t even care to stop you. He fucking wanted it. He’s wanted it for so long. You stood straight, reaching back with a free hand to grab the nape of his neck again. Itadori looked down at your frame. You didn’t opt to say anything but with his chin hooked over your shoulder, he could see right down your skimpy top.

You boobs jiggled with each move your body made. His hand unconsciously started to drift upwards. His fingers played with the hem of your top. His muddled mind tried to work through everything going on. He felt sensitive. Between the people brushing against you both and you latching on to him, he couldn’t be bothered to recognize what song was playing or how your drink spilled over a few times.

But what he did hear, through the people, through the music, was a little soft whine that you bit off as Itadori teased the skin right under your breast. You wanted more. You wanted him to stuff his fingers down your skirt and feel how wet you are under your clothes. You wanted him to bite and suck on your neck just as you dreamed about doing to him.

He’s supposed to protect you.

Itadori lets your little hands pull at his large form. You slowly push through the crowd towards the nearest restroom. The drinks were long forgotten, dropped into the nearest trash can. The haze from grinding on Yuji didn’t pass, even though you both were separated now. You kept a hand wrapped around his as you knocked at the door in front of you. After a few seconds you rattled the doorknob and noticed it was unlocked.

He knew. He knew if he went in there with you, things would change forever. He swallowed trying to get rid of the irritation in his throat. You opened it slowly, not releasing his hand. Itadori wanted to be good.

He wanted to be a good friend for you. So he finally opened his mouth.

“Do you want me to wait outside?” He offered. But he should’ve known better than to stop you.

You continued to give him that sweet clueless look on your face. You didn’t answer him right away. Instead, you started to reach for your skirt, lifting it while saying “You gonna fuck me out here then?”

Itadori rushed to push your hands down, shoving the door open. He slammed you against the door frame the moment it was closed.

It was gross there. The floor is covered in alcohol and piss, the toilet is dirty and the sink has plastic cups collecting in it. The music was muffled through the door but you could still feel the base throughout the building. But neither of you cared as Yuji rutted his hips against yours.

You whined as he kissed your skin and grinded his hips back and forth against you. Your hands gripped at his hair and he wrapped around your ass, pulling you up to his height.

“You want me to fuck you?” Itadori rasped out between the kisses. He swore he could feel how wet your puffy cunt was even through your clothes. “You want my dick? Hmm?” He pressed forward. You whimpered instead of answering.

“Talk to me, pretty,” he begged. His hips halted and he pulled his face back to look at you.

Oh fuck.

Your eyes were glassy and your lip gloss tempted him under the crappy lighting. You looked like you were on the verge of tears from all this unintentional teasing.

“Please, Yu, i'm so,” you hiccuped and your hands grabbed at him for emphasis. “I’m so wet, please fuck me. Pretty please?” Yuji groaned before leaning in. He slotted his mouth right over your plump ones. You moaned and reached down for his cock. Your sloppy hands did their best, and after consistently fumbling, you finally got his belt undone.

You sighed into his kiss, letting his tongue overtake yours. His lips moved in motion with yours, tongue swiping over yours every time you pressed forward. Yuji tried to slide a leg underneath your cunt but you finally remembered the task at hand. You went back to fumbling with the button of his pants and moaned when you finally got them undone.

Itadori could faint from feeling your fingers urgently searching for his dick. He knew his tip was leaking in his underwear. He’s been hard for too long and he can’t wait to feel you wrapped around him. He’s jerked off so many times wondering about how good that pussy would feel on his fingers. On his tongue. Oh fuck and especially on his cock.

Yuji opted to hold you back with one hand, tugging down his underwear and pants down just enough that his cock was free. Within seconds your skirt was bunched around your waist, panties slipped to the side and finally his tip caught on your entrance.

“Oh fuck me,” You rasped out as he worked the first inch inside of you. He was big. Your best friend Itadori was fucking big. Without thinking, Yuji drops your pussy on his clock. Your whole body seizes up as you force your head into the space between his neck and shoulder.

Yuji sputtered your name as he bottomed out. Every fucking ridge of his cock was engulfed in your warm wet pussy. He could feel your slick dripping down his balls. He grabbed at your ass to ground himself. You both dropped your mouths in awe. Your whole body felt like it was subjected to this moment.

You clamped down and gasped as Yuji tried to move forward. He gritted his teeth, rubbing his forehead against yours. “Don’t, fuck, don’t tighten up like that, I’m trying not to cum right now.” His admittance caused you to grip him more. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, nails running across his undercut like before. You finally met his warm eyes, and blushed at the expression on his face.

You’ve seen Itadori in awe a lot. He’s someone who enjoys life at every moment. His smile was infectious and he’s adored things before, but the look he was giving you caused something deep inside you to flip over and over again.

“You okay?” He asked. Itadori was a man. As much as he wanted to slam into you, he was also your friend. He cared for you unlike anyone else.

You sniffled before responding.

“Yeah… just not used to something so big.”

He laughed at that, resting his forehead against you as you continue to rub at his undercut. Didn’t he tell you he wasn’t trying to cum too fast inside you?

“You’re such a sweet talker,” he gets out before kissing your cheek. “Am I okay to move, pretty?”

“Mmhm” you get out, recognizing the initial stretch has passed. “Please need you too,” you get out right as he pulls his hips back. From the first thrust the nerves in your body and firing off. Your pussy feels so raw, each thrust working you open more and more. You felt so full. You felt consumed by him.

Small moans slip from your lips as Itadori works into a regular pattern. You feel him circle his hips as he enters and exits your core. The added motion built more wetness from you.

“Fuck, just like that, Yu,” you whimper digging your nails into him. Itadori had a hard time concentrating. You were gripping him from all over. Your hands tugged at his shirt, trying to ground yourself. Your arms were wrapped around him, keeping him close. And your pussy, fuck, it felt like it never wanted him to leave. 

You moaned at every thrust he made, those sweet lips prompting him to keep going. His hands slid from your ass to your thighs, he pinned you against the door and pulled back enough to look down. You whined at the loss of contact but followed his eyes down.

He continued to fill you. Rocking his hips with intention instead of mindlessly thrusting inside your sweet pussy. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight, face scrunching up in pleasure.

You dropped your mouth open, letting out a loud moan at the sight. His cock was fucking soaked. Your juices covered everything from his abdomen, shaft, and balls, all the way to your folds, clit, thighs, and even the sorry excuse for panties that you had on. He whined at how you tightened up at the sight.

“Like watching me fuck you?” He questioned only for you to moan and nod in response. You tried your best to thrust your lower half forward in Yuji’s vice-like grip. Your best friend's dick felt soooo good digging in your guts. 

“Mmhm, fuck me, Yu. Don’t stop,” you cried out as he picked up his pace. Yuji leaned back in, watching your face as he continued to fuck you just how you like. He was stretching you out so good. The friction he provided had your toes pointed and nerves on edge. You felt your stomach tightening up with each thrust he worked in.

“I’m close,” you get out softly. Itadori groaned. You were gonna cum on his cock. He couldn’t wait. He needed you to. He piston his hips, locking his lips against yours again. The feeling of his tongue teasing yours along with his bruising pace had you whining.

“Fuck, Yu,” you tried to get out between kisses and moans. He nodded, sliding his lips against yours in the motion.

“I know, I know, me too, baby,” he grits out. Soon you felt that band inside you snap. Your nails dug into his skin as your body seized up. You threw your head back, and couldn’t help but close your eyes at the pleasure shot up your spine throughout your whole body.

Yuji felt his balls tighten and fucking groaned feeling you clench and milk his dick. He was cumming. He was cumming hard right inside your pussy. The thought made his dick throb as you continued to clench and clamp down on him.

“Fu-uck, oh god,” Itadori cried out as you moaned. His sperm felt so good, warm and soothing against your beaten walls. You felt yourself calm down first, petting Yuji's jaw to bring him back to you. You kissed at his sweaty forehead humming as he pulled you up.

A pop sound resonated in the restroom, followed by Itadori’s moan. Fuck, you’d be the death of him. He finally set you down, wincing at the sight of your thighs covered in bruises from his fingertips. His eyes trailed upwards to look at your swollen pussy. A mix of cum dripped from your gaping hole. You shuddered as you slid your panties back in place and tried to fix your skirt.

Yuji hissed as he grabbed at his cock, and slipped it back in his pants. Before he could apologize in the post sex haze you’re giving him that sweet smile again.

And something tells him that you’re going to persist with getting him wrapped around your fingers again.

GOJO SATORU x FEM! READER — stupidly in luv satoru. fluff for my toru girlies they need this

you can't even count the number of times you and satoru have broken up. being with gojo satoru is both a blessing and a forfeit. you get stressed, happy, mad, excited. satoru makes you feel all things you've ever felt.

"why are we breaking up again?"

satoru doesn't even pay much attention to you too busy scrolling on his phone. he gets it, you're on your shit today again. he wonders what it is this time. the last time you broke up with him was because he came 5 hours late to a day date you planned. it wasn't his fault — his alarm didn't go off and he played valorant till 3 in the morning trying to catch up with suguru's rank. it's really not his fault.

"because — you're too annoying."

his wide blue eyes find yours as his mouth hangs open. he laughs loudly, "aw, was i? when? my poor baby."

"last night," you start giving him a pinched expression, "you told me, you were gonna sleep already but -- you stayed up with suguru. you liar."

satoru plastered a smile on his face, cute he thinks. "then, it's suguru's fault, no?" satoru has always loved everything about you. he loves when you act like this. deprived of him. he likes that you need him. he likes teasing you. but there's always gonna be something to not like. satoru believes that and what he hates the most is when you make breaking up with him a habit. "you always break up with me." he lets out an exaggerated sigh, "it's like you like hurting your poor boyfriend, huh?"

"'tis always your fault," you mumble your words.

"what if . . . one of these days . . i find someone new and replace you. how'd ya feel baby?"

your mind stops at the thought he just gave you. satoru notices this. it's a what-if situation. not more, not less. but it's enough to make you rethink your decision. you had always thought that satoru's been the one for you. so it's a new thought about him not being for you. now you overthink. every single time you broke up with him he comes running back. he says sorry for everything he hasn't done. have you been too comfortable?

you sniffed, "will you . . . really?"

his eyes panic, it was supposed to be a joke.

"baby, no, oh shit." satoru pressed his lips together thinking of words to comfort you, "i would never. i love you. i gotcha always, remember?" you don't answer him instead looking down, satoru forehead knitted, "remember?"

satoru loves you. he's not afraid to say it, he'll never deny it. satoru stays up late at night thinking of your future with him. how many kids should he give you? he thinks 4 is the perfect answer and 3 isn't that bad. he wants to get married before he reaches 30. he thinks of the ring he'll give you. silver or gold? he can't decide you look good in everything. the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

he loves you even if you've broken up with him too many times that he lost count. he loves you even when you nag him. he loves you even if you tell him he's annoying. he loves you even if you say that he talks too much. he loves you even if you say he doesn't suit the sunglasses he wears. he loves you as you are.

"but . . . what if we really break up?"

he gives you the softest smile, a smile that can take you home "then, i'll come running back, yeah?"

JJK Chapter 237 ― Let's Talk

manga spoilers!

i'll be real.

i don't fuck1ng mind the plot and the way it goes. i'm actually quite enjoying it. i've seen various reactions and i am not judging anybody's opinions, i think dropping a thing you no longer enjoy is totally valid.

but gojo is not the entire point of jujutsu kaisen— he's not even the MC. based on my previous posts you all know how much i love this man and hate when i see him being characterized wrongly. yes, he is a very important element of the jjk world but he's not everything there is to it.

do i think he'll still be alive? yes.

even if he dies, the only thing i want is for his death to be properly depicted— did i expect it to happen this chapter? no. will it happen the next chapter? probably not. why? because the focus right now is on the fight against sukuna.

why did sukuna reincarnate into a human body now and not before?

because there would've been a chance for gojo to k1ll him and... if he did that it would've been OVER. sukuna is a strategist, unlike gojo and many others. in one of my previous posts i said that in terms of brute strength gojo is definitely above him but what sukuna has is an insatiable desire for knowledge and love for the depths of cursed energy; that's exactly what's going on right now. he is a master.

people fail to look at the bigger picture and act like every weekly release is the last chapter they'll ever see of jjk.

it's meant to be read on volumes.

even in the fight vs gojo, people hypefixated on it, jumped on the bandwagon of calling sukuna a fraud and upon seeing it wasn't the case they were shocked. re-read the fight with all the chapters released so far see how coherent it feels.

kashimo is a great character to be honest. i enjoyed seeing his CT, his rip-off geto chatter and his spunk.

+ no sight of gojo's body on the battlefield

we all want immediate answers and we're not going to get them. it's ok to be restless and impatient but just... don't call the entire thing pointless so fast.

gojo got his insightfulness as a character and his core analyzed through multiple occasions.

unlike the lengthy essays i could make about mr six eyes, i don't have that material for sukuna. it was about time for his character to be finally explored. this entire arc, of megumi becoming a vessel, these talks about love... they have all been about sukuna. this is sukuna's arc.

i enjoyed his small talk with kashimo. i enjoyed this chapter.

that's just how i feel. let me know your thoughts.

PS: URAUME LOOKS MAJESTIC, BEAUTIFUL, DIVINE