Shipment Delay & Update

Shipment Delay & Update

Slumber Party Podcast won't get posted until next week, I want it to be perfect. Might be a three-part series, we'll find out together.

After Monday, the next New Shipment post will be released. I'll try and complete that before the 5th because midterms and schoolwork come first.

Might take a hiatus until November, but I'll still be here posting headcanons, those are unplanned.

*deep ass inhale*

sukuna fucks the g-spot straight on always. fingering you? ur gonna have to kick him away if you don’t want ur pussy numb.. fucking you? please he’s literally gonna keep your legs restrained. takes advantage of mating press and presses on the back of your legs so that you don’t keep scooting away from him. you squeal whenever he thrusts up hard into your abused cunt. you squirting is just normal cumming to him help

80 Notes?!

WHY IS THE GOJO SMUT TEASER I POSTED SITTING AT 80 NOTES. IVE BEEN WORKING ON THE FULL VERSION ON AND OFF BUT SHOULD I MAKE THAT A PRIORITY???

sorry for shouting, but foreal guys, thank yall for the 80 notes. I feel so happy.

If you dont know what I’m rambling about, theres a link to the “Eyes on Me” teaser on my masterlist, which is my pinned post.

Okay back to work.

umm.. fem!reader x modern college au!sukuna bc i’m ridiculous <3

tw: mentions of killing/violence (as fake threats, not serious), some mild language

a/n: writers block is a BITCH and sometimes you have to write the cheesiest trope imaginable to overcome it. thank u for ur time

“You want me to what?”

You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly as you smile up at him.

“I want you to… pretend to be my boyfriend? For a wedding? Just this once, I just need to get my parents off of my back. Please?”

Sukuna stares at you in disbelief. He didn’t consider himself to be the type of person you’d take as a plus one to a wedding, much less someone you’d want to fake-date.

“You’re fucking insane,” is the response he finally settles on, picking his book back up and flipping to the page he was last on.

“What?! Why?” You question, reaching over to snap the book back shut. He scowls, not yet looking at you as he takes his reading glasses off and sets them on the end-table.

“If you slam my book like that one more time, I’ll fucking kill you,” he threatens, emptily, before turning his head to finally meet your eyes.

You’re smiling at him, nervously like he’s going to attack you at any moment. Sukuna fights the urge to laugh.

“Also, uh— I don’t think you’d want me as a fake boyfriend.”

“Why not?” You ask with a concerned quirk to your brows, so sincere; You make his stomach do front flips.

He can’t help but laugh at that, sputtering at first before he’s full on cackling.

He rasps your name through dying laughter, “have you fuckin’ seen me? No parent would want their daughter to date someone like me.”

He gestures with his hands to the various tattoos on his arms and his face, to his pink hair and his piercings, and his eyebrows raise at your hardened stare.

“It’s not like I can take just some random guy, though!” You whine, folding your arms like a petulant child and turning your body away from him on the couch.

He tilts his head to stare at you blankly, before it hits him.

“Wait—“ he thinks back to your precious statement. Just some random guy?

“Does that mean you’ve told your parents about me?”

Your eyes snap open. You stiffen, embarrassed knowing you’ve revealed too much.

“Aww,” he coos at you, scooting closer to you on the couch and crowding you up against the armrest, “you’ve told your parents about me? How cute.”

“I will kill you with my bare hands,” you say calmly, glaring at him out of the corner of your eye.

“You’re so scary,” he reaches a large hand up and pinches your cheek, laughing when you nearly jump out of your seat. You swat his hand away and give him the meanest glare you can muster before letting a small smile slip.

“Yes, I have told my parents about you, to answer your question,” you admit finally, looking down to play with the loose string that hangs off of your lounge shorts, avoiding Sukuna’s overly-intense eye contact.

He softens at your confession, a faint, fond smile painting his features, “all good things, I hope?”

“No, actually,” you joke. “I told them you hate babies. Dogs, too.”

“Oh, fuck you,” he laughs, shoving at your shoulders roughly, laughing louder when you reach for him to shove back. There’s a mean grin on your face, and he finds himself returning it, gripping your arms tightly before his large hands splay themselves across your back, bringing you tightly into his chest.

You’re immobilized, laughing into his neck as he shifts the two of you up together. Sat on top of his thighs now, you try and fight back by squirming but your efforts are futile.

When you finally still, your head resting on his shoulder and your nose in his neck, his hands on your back relax, moving down and around slowly to rest feather-light on your hips.

Your arms move from where they were pinned to his chest to across his shoulders, scooting yourself further into his lap.

He laughs, the soft puff of warm air hitting your neck and making you shiver. The large, warm hands on your hips tighten a little bit, to help you adjust and to help him adjust as well, to ground himself as you—his friend, his very pretty friend—shift and move around in his lap.

His lips press a kiss to the side of your neck, lightly before he breaks the silence.

“So… matching outfits?”

Gojo “P-E- to the T-T-Y” Satoru being messy just like i knew he would be. And YN bout to enter her “I aint Sorry” era and I’m LIVING for it.

Deja, you are a blessing. I hope your blankets are warm, your shower stays on the perfect temperature and that your bonnet does not stray from your head.

revenge.

→ series: don’t hurt yourself (2/?)

→ character: toji fushiguro, gojo satoru

→ pairings: toji fushiguro x reader, gojo satoru x reader

→ summary: [y/n] fushiguro & gojo satoru is at a bar together, what could possibly go wrong?

→ word count: 3.3k

→ warning: angst, cheating, infidelity, sex implied/mention, nsfw, smut, recording of sex, profanity, pls read at your own risk.

→ previous

→ author note: by popular demand, here’s part 2 of don’t hurt yourself. which was technically plotted together with other readers like @slutformadara , @indiecursor & many others. i didn’t expect don’t hurt yourself to get that many notes lmfaoo. also remember you guys when i mentioned nanami’s wife, i’m referring to reader from my family affairs series. considering that both don’t hurt yourself and family affairs in in the same jjk tl in my wonderful fic world. lowkey salty cause the mini smut portion of this did not hit the way i wanted it to hit, but i got you guys in the next part. soooo here you lovely toji & gojo simps go. also flashback is in italics !!

→ tags: @tyga-lily @indiecursor @gojos-hoe @warmchick @sukunastomachtongue @sammytamaki @cocobutterbaby @s-seya

YOUR KNUCKLES GRIPPED AT THE STEERING WHEELS AS YOU WERE GOING THROUGH so many emotions. Guilt pooled in the pit of your stomach, but the flashbacks of Toji fucking other countless women seemed to overpower the guilt. Your fingers grasped over the fresh love bites that decorated your skin, the scent of the man’s cologne lingered on your clothes. A night that was meant for you and your friend, turned to you in another man’s bed. You swallowed harshly, calling the person you think could trust the most with the situation. When you heard her voice, you let out a deep sigh.

“I feel like I’m about to combust.” You admitted as if you were admitting your sins to a priest.

“Girl, what are you talking about?” On the other end of the phone was Nanami Kento’s wife. The one you went out drinking with.

“I cheated on Toji.” You admitted.

“I mean I don’t condone cheating, but that’s your 1 time compared to Toji’s what?” Nanami’s wife questioned, you could hear her close a door. Most likely going into a different room for privacy.

“I feel so guilty but so satisfied.” You answered.

“Where are you at now? Do you want to talk it over with more drinks or come over?” Nanami's wife asked.

“I’m at fucking Target about to guilt shop with Toji’s card,” You whined as your head crashed against the steering wheel.

“Okay, calm down. Just tell me what happened. Start from when I left. You weren’t even drunk, you just had one Long Island Iced Tea.” She reminded you.

You took a sigh, your head crashing back into the headrest before you started to tell her.

You sat in the bar all alone, your perfectly smooth legs crossed over one another while you waved at your friend as she had to return to her husband and child. You sometimes wished your marriage ran smoothly like hers. Remembering that the only complaint she had when it came to Nanami was him forgetting to take out the frozen chicken for dinner so she can cook. But you had Toji. Your love story wasn’t perfect. It was far from that. Perhaps that was the reason why you adored it. The reason why despite him cheating, you still stayed.

As you stare at your finished alcoholic beverage, you could sense someone taking comfort in the barstool next to you. Your eyes glanced over next to you and you only sighed. It was as if you spoke him up during your revenge edging filled sex session with Toji. There he sat Gojo Saturo flagging the bartender down next to you. Your eyebrows raised in curiosity, overthinking that this could be a ploy from Toji. But then again, you highly doubt your husband was that smart. He had his himbo moments here and there, so Toji setting up the bait for you to cheat back just didn’t feel true.

“Mrs. Fushiguro all alone in a bar, trouble in paradise?” Gojo questioned as he downed the shot of alcohol in front of him. He slid the other small shot glass of tequila towards you.

You were hesitant on taking it, but eventually, you would only sigh and take the shot. You then started sucking on the lime piece that was on the small white napkin. “Something like that.” You finally said to him as you placed the piece of fruit down.

“Marriage is one crazy rollercoaster.” Gojo huffed as another drink was placed in front of him. He took a long sip from the alcoholic beverage in front of him.

“Yup.” You said out loud. “I would say don’t get married, but that would sound like I regretted my marriage.” You said taking a sip of your drink.

“Do you?” Gojo questioned.

“Not really. I mean yeah, Toji isn’t shit. But it’s some days where he’s not.” You found yourself admitting. “He can be sweet. Plus I wouldn’t have my son Mitsuo.” You added.

“Let me guess, he cheated?” Gojo asked.

You looked over at him. Head falling into the palm of your hand as you stared at him and you would just nod. You watch him shake his head finishing his drink with a quickness. “Want to get back at him?” Gojo asked, you didn’t even notice that his legs were so close to yours, brushing against yours in such an innocent manner.

“Huh?”

“Cheat back.”

“I can’t, that would stoop to his level.” You sighed looking at him.

“So?”

“So? Gojo, we have a kid together.”

“And he didn’t think about the kid when he was cheating,” Gojo stated.

He made a good point when he said that. A very good point.

“Fair point.” You say as you take a sip of your drink.

He didn’t care for your son Mitsuo when he was with Charlotte, Marilyn, and the other women. So why exactly were you churning with guilt at the thought of it? As the bartender filled the shot glass once again, your fingers grabbing a hold of the glass once more. You would down the alcohol, your throat burnt at the harshness of the tequila causing you to grunt. You would slam the glass shot down and slide off the barstool collecting your belongings. Gojo stared at you in such a confused manner, hoping that he didn’t scare you off with such a bold option.

“Let’s go, we’ll have to do it at your place though.” You said as you were walking towards the exit.

A flustered Gojo would quickly finish his shot and followed behind you like an excited puppy. “I didn’t expect you to agree with it,” he exclaimed.

You could hear the excitement in his voice as he was walking beside you towards your car. You would lean against your car, your eyes staring at the man in front of you. “Have you always wanted to fuck me?” You questioned him.

“The one and only Gojo Saturo preying on the one and only [Y/N] Fushiguro in a bar now that her marriage is going down the drain.” You add, your hands found themselves tugging him closer to your body.

“I would never prey on a young woman, that’s more of your husband’s cup of tea,” Gojo says. “Me? If I want something, I’m going to find a way to get it.”

“Practically the same damn thing,” You pointed out as your lips formed a timid-looking pout.

You felt Gojo cup your face, his touch was so soft and delicate. Just like Toji’s at the start of the marriage. You could feel his thumb brush against your gloss-covered lips. The thick substance printing his thumb as he stared at you. His blue eyes peeked out his sunglasses staring at your lips. You inhaled sharply before you would grab the back of his neck tugging him into a kiss.

The alcohol you consumed finally rushing through your veins to corrupt the actions you were consenting to partake in doing.

You could hear your friend practically screaming on the phone. The woman on the other end of the phone was practically hyperventilating for you due to the story you were telling her. You had exited the car adjusting the white button-down you stole from Gojo due to him ripping your blouse apart the previous night. You haven’t been home since yesterday afternoon, avoiding the confrontation that was coming and buying yourself time. You could hear her talking to Nanami on the other end of the phone.

“If Toji calls you, you tell him she got completely drunk and had to stay over here. She’s on her way home, but she had to stop at Target. Okay, babe?”

You appreciated your friend. If it was one thing she was going to do and that was help you cover up something. You stayed silent listening to her talk. “Listen babe, it doesn’t matter if it’s a lie. Please just tell him that okay?” She would say before she cleared her throat and once again was talking to you. “Continue the story, I just can’t believe all the men to cheat back with, it was Gojo. I mean my vote was Naoya. That would have had Toji foaming at the mouth even more.”

You would chuckle at what she was saying, “Can I continue the story now?”

“Okay, continue.”

You would sigh as you were pushing around the bright red colored cart. Phone attached to your ear as you walked to the makeup section of the store. Searching for your shade of concealer to hide the marks on your body. Sooner found yourself in another aisle searching for a Plan B.

Your face was buried into the fluffy pillow as your mouth was gasped open and a string of moans escaped your lips. Your fingers grasped at the dark-colored sheets below your body as you could only feel Gojo’s wrath upon you. The way his hips crashed upon you, causing you to moan out even louder for the special grade. The once guilt that sat in the pool of your stomach was replaced with Gojo’s hardened cock pushing himself into your gummy walls. Due to the lack of sex you previously were having, it felt like Gojo was stretching you open all over again.

You were abstinent from sex ever since you got your revenge on Toji. Punishing the poor man for giving away something special that was only meant for you. But here you were doing the same thing. Letting Gojo Saturo stretch those walls that haven’t clutched around anything in a while. A couple of shots later you would have thought you would be stumbling into your house and falling asleep on the couch, mimicking what Toji would do after a long night of fucking women that weren’t you. However, a couple of shots later with Gojo led to you in his bedroom getting fucked ruthlessly like some desperate housewife.

“Do you clutch around him like this also?” Gojo leaned down to whisper into your ear. His tongue gliding against your earlobe.

He didn’t even give you time to answer as you could feel him placing kisses on your spine. His cock twitching inside of you as he stopped his aggressive strokes upon your walls. Your fingers grasping at the sheets below you. You could feel the drool drip out your mouth, growing more cock drunk at each thrust Gojo pushed upon your hips.

The growing pit of passion was sitting heavy in your stomach as you knew you were about to cum. The way Gojo’s hips were moving sloppily, you knew the special grade was coming close also. Sweat coating each other’s bodies as you happily endured the way Gojo was pushing himself to hit that one spot that caused your toes to curl.

“I’m going to cum,” was the only thing you can utter through the breathless moans that you tried to muffle with the pillow you grasped on.

It seemed like the man quicken his pace, his nails digging at the flesh of your waist as your ass bounced upon his hips. Your eyes rolling in the back of your head as the pit of bliss bursts in your abdomen. You could feel yourself clutching around Gojo’s cock. You could hear the special grade breathing grow uneasy at the sudden intense feeling that was clutching around him. The aggressive grunt that escaped his lips and the sudden feeling of being stuffed caused you to let out a tired whimper. Feeling Gojo paint your gummy walls with his cum caused you to quiver. He moved his hips in an exhausted manner, the mixture of you two cum coating his cock as he leisurely pulled out of you.

Gojo’s cum leaked out of you as he plopped down next to you. The only thing that echoed his master’s bedroom was the two of you trying to catch your breath. You seemed to collapse on your stomach, your legs feeling like putty as your face was laying on the pillow.

“Was I better than him?” Gojo questioned.

“I feel like if I answer that question, you’ll never shut up about the answer no matter what I say.” You answered. “So, I’m just going to ignore your question.” She shrugged as you rolled out of bed, you could feel his cum slithering down your legs.

Note to self, get a Plan B.

You were tugging on Gojo’s button-down shirt and your panties. Your hair was a mess on top of your head and you tried to fix it the best you could. Your legs felt like you ran a marathon, each step you took they were screaming for you to just relax. You could hear Gojo on his phone, assuming he was entertaining the other women that would waltz into his life freely. However, the loud moaning sound that came from the phone in his hand caused your eyes to glance in his direction. You walked over to snatch it out of his hand but he moved away quickly.

“Delete it.” You demanded arms crossed over your chest. The white button-down shirt you wore rises just a bit at your motion causing the white-haired male to bite his lower lip seeing the showing of your panties.

“Why? I can send it to you, just give you something to remember tonight.” Gojo took a step forward towards you. “Unless this will happen again…” his voice trailed off.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Delete it now, you asshole.” You snapped.

He let out a childish sigh before tapping the screen of his phone. “Done.” He stated. “But the offer is still on the table, you have my number if you want to come back.”

“This will be the last time this will happen.” You assured him while tugging your jeans back on.

“I don’t believe that, but whatever floats your boat sweetheart,” Gojo said as he watched you put on your clothes one piece at a time.

“Don’t open your mouth to anyone about this night. Actually, just forget it even happened.” You said as you were walking towards the door and Gojo followed you like a lost puppy.

“And if I don’t?” Gojo asked as he opened the door for you.

“Well, too bad you deleted the video of it happening to jerk off to it.” You bluntly said before turning on your heels and walking down the hall.

“See you in about three days, I’m sure I’ll be the one to say I told you so!” Gojo yelled down the hall and when he saw you flipping him off as you were walking, he couldn’t help but smirk as he stumbled back into his place.

Tugging his phone out as he was watching the video. A smirk on his face as he would send the video to the one person who he adored to get under their skin.

“I’ll always be one up on you Toji.” He said to himself.

You didn’t even notice the voicemails that piled up on your phone. You sat in the driveway spritzing yourself with cheap Target perfume listening to the voicemails. You were saying a mental prayer as you practiced your cover-up story. You had Nanami even backing up your lie. You were going to get away with it, just like Toji did before you eventually found out. You would listen to the voicemails, it was nice to hear the worry in his voice. The same worrisome voice that used to echo on his voicemails when you questioned if he was coming home that night.

“Hey, are you coming home tonight? Just need to know before I go to bed.” Toji would grumble in the voicemail.

“Did you get my last message? Assuming you’re sleeping at Nanami's wife's place. Just give me a call. I’m worried.”

You could even hear a sniffle during that voicemail.

“Get your ass home now! I swear you’ll be the death of me, you know? How could you do this shit to me?”

Well, that voicemail was weird.

When you entered your home in different clothes than what you previously had on. Stopping by your friend’s house to take a shower and cover the marks from the special grade whose lips were formerly latched on your body. You dropped the bags on the floor, praying that perhaps everyone in the house was asleep. You were hoping for once that Toji put your son to bed, but when you walked into the dining room, mumbling about how hungry you were everyone in the house wasn’t asleep. Seeing Toji sitting at the dining room table scared the shit out of you. It wasn’t particularly because you flipped the lights on and he was sitting in the dark, it was more of the look of anger in his eyes.

“You scared me Toji.” You stated, hand placed on your chest as you looked at him.

He didn’t say anything as he slid his iPhone across the table. Your eyebrows raise in confusion as you pick up the phone. Ever since you dangled the man's ability to cum above his head, he didn’t snatch up his phone so quickly if you went to pick it up. He didn’t even have a passcode on it anymore. When you looked at the video, your eyes grew big. You were going to kill Gojo. Choke him with his own blindfold.

That would explain Toji’s bizarre voicemails about demanding you to get home alongside cussing you out. There were some of him pleading you to come home. You couldn’t help but smirk, he couldn’t handle what he dished out. On the phone was the explicit video that Gojo recorded. A video you told him to delete, but instead, he sent it to Toji.

“You fucked him!” Toji sneered and pushed himself out of his seat. His fist was clutched so tightly and you were sure you could see steam blowing out his ears if you squint hard enough. He stepped towards you and you took two steps back.

“It’s just Gojo. Plus, you cheated first.” You remind him. At least it wasn’t someone else. A complete stranger could have had their way with you due to the amount of alcohol you consumed.

“Exactly, it’s fucking Satoru. I won’t hear the last of it. If I die fucking tomorrow, he’ll be at my funeral bragging about how he fucked my wife!” Toji yelled at you, his nostrils flared with so much anger. His hands rubbed at his face as he realized that he didn’t want to wake their son Mitsuo who was upstairs sleeping.

You watched as your husband let out a sigh, his hands were shaking and his face was red due to the rage he was currently trying to calm himself down from. His fist clenched so tightly as if he wanted to hit or throw something. You never saw Toji so upset.

“I’m going out.” Toji huffed as he peered down at you.

Your lips parted to argue, so used to doing that action when the roles were reversed. You could remember vividly how this went. He would want his space and you always argued against it, grasping to save the broken pieces of your marriage. But you didn’t. For once in forever, you felt like the two of you were closing the door on your marriage.

As you stood stuck and your mouth growing dry, Toji would turn to you as he was leaving the dining area. Those dark eyes filled with anger were staring at your hands.

“Your wedding ring, it’s not on your finger.” He pointed out before turning back around and leaving the dining room. You could hear the front door of the house open and slam shut harshly.

And you glanced down at your ring finger, the diamond ring that you once took pride in flaunting was missing.

Just like the love in your marriage.

Im just now listening to HER’s album. The way this album is resonating in my soul. If yall have any RnB artists/albums/songs recs. please give them to me. I need something to carry me through fall and winter because i will probably not have a boo.