As An American Please Send Me Strength Ya Girl Is Struggling

⊹₊ ⋆༄｡° experiment gone wrong! (pt 4.)

synopsis ; in which the jik characters ask you to pair up with them for the upcoming science project

requests are open!

summary ; fem!reader, fluff, crack !, slight suggestiveness

including ; inumaki toge, takuma ino

pt. 1 , pt. 2 , pt. 3 !!

inumaki toge

takuma ino

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synopsis// it wasn’t supposed to go like this. you weren’t supposed to meet your boyfriend’s best friend, only for his best friend to end up being your ex boyfriend. it was not supposed to go like this.

current status// finished

updated// everyday unless said otherwise

warnings// profanity, cheating, college au, toxic relationship

night 1. bestie…

night 2. SO IM SUPERIOR

night 3. swag is forever

night 4. kiss deprived

night 5. shitting and vomiting

night 6. jimmy neutron moment

night 7. live laugh love

night 8. violence IS the answer

night 9. a boy

night 10. taking ur bones

night 11. swagalicious

night 12. abandon all hope

night 13. all we are now

night 14. charity work

night 15. starts shitting bricks

night 16. always toru

night 17. mildly threatening

night 18. daily affirmation

night 19. sugar daddy things

night 20. taps foot

night 21. doesn’t seem good

night 22. of course you do

night 23. ROOTING FOR HIM

night 24. respectful era

night 25. STUPID LITTLE MAGGOT

night 26. small steps

night 27. for the vibes

night 28. always have been

night 29. undying love

last night 30. lil freak

Ok but giving gojo road head and he feels so good he has to pull over in the nearest parking lot to properly enjoy it oh my god just imagine his head bent backwards and his mouth open eyes closed moaning I can’t I need to suck his cock honestly ❤️ and maybe like if ur feeling a tad bit silly he could be a head pusher in this one 😁😁😁teehee just maybe ONLY jf ur feeling silly nana mwah!

OH I LOVE THIS we’re getting straight into this oh em gee

contains: fem reader, oral(m!receiving), sensitive!gojo, sooooo much dirty talk, road head :p, manhandling, throat fucking, headpusher!gojo <3

MDNI

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Your hands were all over Gojo, trying to rip off his belt, unzip his pants, and get his cock out as quick as possible.

“Baby slow downn,” he laughed, “My cock ain’t goin anywhere,” He placed a big hand on top of your own while you tried to undo his belt.

“We’ll be home in 20 minutes, ‘s my girl that needy?” he smirked. You ignored his teasing, pushing his hand out of the way; making him giggle and submit, placing it back on the wheel with his other hand.

You had just finished going shopping together. Gojo needed a new designer suit for some fancy get together with the jujutsu higher ups soon, dragging you along with him.

You protested at first, not wanting to spend your day off suit shopping with gojo. You would much rather cuddle up with him on the couch, but you didn’t want to be alone, so you caved, letting him drag you along with him.

And god damn it if you weren’t glad you did. Tight fitting suit after suit being tried on, all tailored perfectly to his measurements, accentuating his big biceps and toned frame.

Watching him roll up his cuffs and fiddle with his jacket was making your mouth water. You were clenching your thighs as he smoothed his big hands down his chest, veiny hands coming up to tighten the tie on his neck.

“How do I look baby? Ya like this one?” He asked, completely unaware of how something so simple as him trying on suits made you want to devour him right this second.

He found out your true feelings later, bringing you back to the car as you finally undid his difficult zipper after struggling with it for a while, reaching your smaller hands into his pants to pull his semi-hard cock out.

“You got this worked up while I was playin dress up? So dirtyy~,” he teased, biting his lip and smirking while you stroked his length in your warm hands, getting him fully erect.

“Satoru,” you said sternly, leaning your body over the center console and placing your mouth inches from his cock, “shut. up.” The second your words were out his cock was filling up your mouth, quickly falling into a rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, making his hips jolt up into your mouth when he drove over a bump, making you gag.

“Ahh- A-hh shittt baby,” Satoru groned, eyes fluttering as he tried to keep his focus on the road, occasionally dropping his gaze to watch the show you were putting on for him.

He dropped a heavy hand on your head, pushing down slightly, making you wince as it hit the back of your throat, “Thought you wanted my cock so bad huh? Cant take it?” he smirked, relishing in the feeling of you swallowing around him, trying to hold back your gags.

Your hand came up to place it on top of his challengingly, pushing his hand down against you. “Oh yeah?” he smirked. Gojo’s fingers curled into your hair as leverage as he started bobbing your mouth up and down on him like a cock sleeve.

“Such a thirsty girl- fuckkk- such a tight fucking throat.” He was trying his best to keep the acceleration of the car at one speed, his legs jerking and jolting every so often when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, making his driving a little sketchy.

The vibrations from your moans combined with the tightness of your throat as you choked around him was going straight to his balls, “Gonna make me c-crash the fuckin car holy shiiiiit,” he whined, jaw dropping as moans repeatedly fell from his tongue.

Gojo couldn’t take this for much longer, he yanked you back from his dick, popping your mouth off of him with a wet sound as you coughed and sputtered in the air, hand immediately coming down to stroke him still.

“Gotta pull over, ‘s too fuckin much” he said out of breath, face red and heart beating out of his chest as he took the next exit the freeway provided.

His abs were clenching, back coming off from the back of his seat as you rubbed your thumb on the underside of his cock, right under his head, “Babyyyy, killin me, h-hold on just hold on please,” he wined, his big hand coming down to grip your wrist tight as he frantically searched for a semi secluded place to pull over.

Once he found a nice gravel patch off the side of the road covered decently with thick trees he turned the wheel a little too hard to the side, car rocking the both of you as you settled into the spot.

Gojo quickly put the car into park and flipping his hazards on before he brought you back down onto his cock, “All yours baby, take my fucking dick,” he groaned.

Your lips immediately came to suckle on his tip, before sliding down the length of his cock again. This time he just let his hand rest on your head, slightly pushing down on the downstroke.

His head was tipped back against the seat as loud groans and wines spilled from his slack jaw, “goddd baby that feels so good-“ he choked out, running his hands through your hair.

His abs clench when you swallow around him, moans being cut off with a gag when his dick reached too deep in your throat.

You pop your lips off his dick, rotating your wrist around him while while you jerk him off, “yeah? my throat feel good?” you moan, biting your lip while smiling up at him.

“Yes yes so fucking good pretty, so good” He smiled back at you. His big hand comes up to grip your neck, squeezing as he pulls you up to his mouth, “Don’t stop jerkin’ me off” He whispers before he crashes your lips together, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

The kiss is so messy; whenever you twisted your twist around his wet tip his jaw would fall open, and his pretty blue eyes would roll back in his head.

“Fuuuuck, Im so close- fuck-“ He moaned into your mouth, gojo’s body jerking when you started pumping him more vigorously.

“Wanna cum d-down ur throat princess, cmon, why don’t you suck my dick again, huh?” His grip still hard on your neck as he gave it w squeeze to emphasize his need.

Gojo was trying his hardest to keep his composure, trying to stave off his orgasm long enough to at least feel your lips around him again, but your hand movements around his cock was making that task feel impossible.

You bit your lip and nodded, feeling his member start to pulse in your hand. He released your neck, letting you drop your head down to his cock again.

You started to kitten lick the tip softly, dipping your tongue into his leaky slit; but gojo was having none of that.

Without warning he shoved the entirety of his cock down your throat, bobbing your head up and down with his new grip on your hair, “Sorry baby, cant put up w-with your fuckin’ teasing when i’m this close” He smirked down at you, watching you struggle to take him.

You adjusted quickly, breathing through your nose so you wouldn’t choke, and focusing on sucking and rolling your tongue around him to get him to finish as fast as possible.

“Yesyesyes just like that fuck- right there-“ His grip tightened at his head fell back with a ‘thmp’ against the headrest when your tongue caressed a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of his dick.

You were paying special attention to the thick vein running along the underside of his cock, and it made him feel fucking dizzy. His head was spinning every time your mouth fully engulfed him.

You continued your ministrations, letting the massive man above you manhandle you; pulling and tugging at your hair for his own pleasure, and steadily bringing himself to his orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum babe, oh my godd” He let his chin fall back down, jaw slack and eyes heavy as he watched your mouth create a mess of spit all over his cock.

Spit strings connected from your chin to his abdomen and balls, the feeling of you moaning and gagging around him; it was all too much.

You felt his cock twitch before you tasted him; his heavy hand pushing you to the base of his dick as hot ropes of his cum shot down your throat.

You swallowed his cum up greedily, like it was the antidote for some poison to save your life. “Fu-uuuck yeahhh” he wined, biting his lip hard watching you try to keep up with his orgasm flooding your mouth, “Just-like-that- swallow it alllll,” he emphasized by thrusting his too sensitive dick into your mouth.

His whole body was buzzing, long legs shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, mind feeling like jello as the aftershocks ran through his body.

When the stimulation became too much for him; and right when your vision started to be covered in black dots from asphyxiation; he pulled you away from his dick.

Still holding your hair as your hand came down to rub at your throat, coughing and gasping for air in the process. “Show me.” he demanded.

Your foggy mind knew exactly what he meant; sticking out your tongue you showed him how you swallowed every last drop of his seed into your tummy, smiling when you put your tongue back in your mouth.

Gojo’s big hand came up to pat your cheek, releasing your hair and opting to grip your jaw in his hand, “Good fucking girl baby~” He cooed, smashing your faces together.

You felt his tongue dart inside your mouth, greedily licking around, trying to taste himself in your mouth.

He pulled away with a smirk, spit string connecting the two of you as he gave you a quick peck, “God i’m still fucking shaking haha” He laughed breathlessly, making you giggle.

Gojo stared into your eyes for a couple more seconds, biting his lip looking at the expanse of your face before his sighed, dropping his hold on your chin.

“Okaayyyy~” He sighed out, tucking himself back in his pants and buckling his seatbelt back up.

By this point you were positive you had drenched a spot through your panties, pants, and his car seat with how aroused you felt, so you felt ecstatic at his next words.

Putting on his blinker and pulling out into the street, his big hand came to rest on your thigh, patting it a couple times before speaking, “I’m gonna eat your pussy till your fucking crying when we get home as thanks for that.”

☆. contains: 18+ mdni; roommate!satoru gojo x fem!reader; 2.5k; actually gn overall but he does call the reader "girlfriend" once, idiots to idiots, dry humping, some neck kissing and hickeys mwah mwah mwah, satoru is just a super thoughtful roomie:((, a mention of satoru and the reader being pervs but yk what else is new

you've been ranting roomie!gojo's ears off about this annoying guy at work, who keeps trying to hit on you but you're not feeling it. at all. you've already mentioned that you have a (fake) boyfriend but he just won't quit. even ignoring him isn't affecting the guy, he probably thinks you're playing hard to get or something.

"anyway, i don't know, he's just so fucking weird and he creeps me out." you throw your head back onto the soft plush pillows on the couch and sigh loudly, closing your eyes, trying to escape the thoughts of the man.

satoru is sitting on the other end of the couch, gently massaging your sore and tired feet. his nimble fingers are doing something magical and you've physically had to restrain a moan twice now. he's nodding along to what you're saying, biting back the teasing remarks, knowing that you've had a rough day. he's the one who offered the foot massage anyway– to which your first impression was to throw a pillow at him, thinking that he's just messing with you or he's trying to be a freak but no, he really meant that he wants to give you a good old foot massage. to make you feel better. to relieve your stress.

this is nice. he's listening and only throwing in a couple of mhmm's and that sucks' every once in a while. you can feel the weight slip from your shoulders as you continue sinking deeper and deeper into the couch.

"like what the fuck else am i supposed to say to him? how am i going to make him understand that i don't fucking want him? that i have a..." a big sigh leaves your lips. "boyfriend."

having your eyes closed, you miss the way satoru's shine as an idea pops into his head. he zones out on the long-forgotten tv screen as he thinks it over for an exactly one second before deciding that it's a genius thought. he pinches your calf to pull you from your head.

"you know what we could do?"

you hum, letting him know you're listening and he continues.

"i could always mark you up... you know, play your little boyfriend and let him really know that you're taken. that oughta make him understand, hm?"

...

your eyes shoot open but your gaze stays on the ceiling above you, not daring to look at him just yet. that would probably get the point across, right? but are you really considering this? are you gonna let him do that? mark you up?

you slowly lower your eyes and look at him. the light glow from the tv in the background is making his eyes glint, something daring in them. he's wearing his usual sheepish grin, showing off the perfect rows of pearly whites. his lips look so pink and pretty. and glossy? and soft? and now you're really thinking about letting him do it, cover you in hickeys as long as you get to feel him against your skin. let his sharp canines sink into your neck and let him play your boyfriend.

satoru lets you stare at him, reveling in the quiet attention as he watches your eyes trail over his features; from his eyes down his nose, to his lips. he makes an extra move of sinking his teeth into the soft flesh and he knows he's got you; he just wants you to say it now. he needs you to ask for it.

"you're thinking about it."

the tone of his voice is teasing but still as sweet as honey, designed to trap you and it's fucking working. you rub your feet together in his lap, his hands still resting on your calves. his thumb keeps drawing lazy circles into your skin and it's making you feel warm.

"and what if i am?" raising a brow at him, you try to keep your composure, to seem unaffected by his very tempting offer.

his long fingers slither around one of your ankles and he can't hold back his teasing anymore. he reckons he's been quiet enough for one day.

"aww..." he coos, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "do you want me to be your boyfriend, pretty?" his free hand grabs onto your other ankle, raising them off of his lap and back down onto the couch. he stands and takes a step toward you, dragging his finger from your ankles up your legs and thighs.

"a fake boyfriend." you correct him as a wave of chills runs all over your body. the only sound that slips from his lips is a smug little tch! and then he's already situating himself onto your lap, his strong thighs closing around your hips. you're skin to skin; well, material to material but you're close. there's no room to wriggle, nowhere to run and your little surprised expression is only feeding his already big ego – he's loving it.

you don't know where to put your hands, finally letting them rest on his thighs as you try your best to avoid his gaze, suddenly feeling a bit flustered at the proximity.

"so you do want me to do it." his fingers grab your chin and tilt it up, forcing you to look at him; doe eyes meeting his excited ones. "want me to mark you up, to let him know you're taken, right?"

his fingers move up to your cheeks and he gives them a faint squeeze, making your lips pucker at the action. he lets his eyes fall from yours to your mouth for a second before speaking up. "i can do that."

your fingers dig into the material of his sweats and his heart does a little flip inside his chest. you hate when he gets the upper hand, you hate when he makes you nervous like this but you just can't control your body around him. heart beating so fast, you're sure you're nearing an untimely death and it's all his fault.

are you letting him do this? are you seriously letting your annoyingly cocky roommate with his stupid pretty blue eyes and his even stupider smile do this?

he's staring down at you with said smile and your thighs press together on their own. the corner of his lips twitch but he doesn't say anything. his hand travels from your cheeks to push away a few stray hairs, letting his eyes take in your current state. he pushes his knee into the side of the couch in order to make a bit more room for himself, lowering his hips against yours and you hold back a noise.

are you gonna let him do this?

yes.

definitely yes.

getting impatient, satoru leans down and brushes his nose against yours. his rich cologne fills your nostrils and your eyes threaten to roll back inside your head. he's now putting almost all of his weight onto you and it just feels right. your fingers curl deeper into his sweats, quietly asking for something but you won't get it that easily.

"you need to say it, though." he whispers while nosing at your flushed cheeks. his one head rests beside your head, holding him above you as the other traces down your jaw. he's so fucking close and you feel like you can't breathe properly. you're blaming your long day for being so worked up, for being so sensitive.

"c'mon, i want you to say that you want me to mark you up. can't possibly do it without your permission now can i." you don't need to see his face to know that he's smiling, you can feel it against your skin.

nodding your head, you just hope it's enough for him because you don't trust your voice. don't trust yourself to be sure that you won't let an embarrassing sound escape your lips.

but it's not enough. satoru can be so greedy; he wants to be greedy with you. he shakes his head, his breath tickling the sensitive spot right under your jaw.

"nuh-uh." satoru coos. "i wanna hear it. please, i wanna hear it, baby. tell me that you want it." he's pretty much begging now and you don't know who wants this to happen more, him or you.

"i– fuck, i want it." you mumble out. the air around you is so thick and it's hard to swallow the lump in your throat. "want you to mark me up, satoru..." removing your hands from his thighs, you let them fall to his soft hair, combing through the locks as you try to keep your head clear. it's not helping though because next thing you know, satoru is pressing his crotch against yours, almost grinding down.

"see, that wasn't so hard."

before you can whine about his teasing, his lips latch onto your skin.

feeling your hips buck up under him, he hums into you. his mouth is so warm against you, his wet tongue marking the spot before he gets to work on the hickey itself. your lips part and a tiny whimper manages to slip out, making your body temperature double in number. you feel him grin, most certainly letting you know that the sound didn't go unnoticed.

he holds your head to the side so he's presented with more skin, his new canvas, and he wastes no time in sinking his teeth into you. he is a man on a mission and nothing will stop him now. you give his roots a strong tug at a particularly sharp bite and now it's his turn to buck his hips; he's completely flush against you and the slight grinding is making him feel hazy. he can only imagine what's happening underneath your clothes and his dick twitches at the thought.

of course he would like to have sex with you. hell, he would love to fuck your brains out right here on the living room couch and have you chant his and his name only but this is not the moment. you're not there yet; he wants to take it slow. is this being slow, though?

he unlatches from your neck and licks over the fresh blooming mark. this is not the time to be pondering over the status of your relationship either – he has you right here under him, mewling and whining; he has more important things than that. he'll bare the consequences tomorrow. he's just being a good friend right now.

fuck... he wishes he could record the shy little sounds you're making though. he knows they're unintentional – he can feel how warm you are. how warm you are everywhere. he wishes he could record you, so he wouldn't have to only use his imagination every night when he jerks off to the thought of you. you're just roomies; just friends.

"you taste so fucking good, i might jus' eat you alive." he mutters before wetting his lips and starting on another mark. he grinds his hips down against you again and groans when you push his head closer to yourself.

"you– ah... my fake boyfriend really seems to, hmpff– enjoy this." you mewl out as your free hand finds its way under his shirt, fingers tracing over his side. he shudders against you and a little lust-blown smile takes over your lips. you slide your fingers upward, letting them glide over the strong muscles of his back. your hips are now moving in tandem, not too slow nor too fast – just enough to drive the both of you insane.

"my fake girlfriend seems to be enjoying it even more." his tongue dances on your skin, the wet warm muscle making your breath hitch alongside the word.

girlfriend.

satoru calling you his in that sweet voice is something new. it's just a word though, it doesn't mean anything.

your body betrays you when you grab onto him stronger, push him against you stronger. satoru is almost completely flat against you and it feels great. your hips aren't stopping – you push up as he pushes down and it feels great. your eyes roll into your head when you feel him bite down on you again before sucking on your tender skin and you reward him by pressing your nails into his back. he groans and the vibrations from it echo through your whole body. back arching off the couch, you try to close whatever gap there might be left between you. satoru's hand stays firmly on your neck, not letting you run away anywhere (not that you'd fucking go anyway).

you're fairly sure that you can feel his hard-on but you don't question it; grinding up against it instead. he nips at your skin and pulls away, quietly admiring his sloppy little masterpiece and then he's lowering himself for a third one. another faint whimper slips from the depths of your throat and he opens his mouth to make you suffer further, to tease you about being so damn sensitive to his touch but three loud knocks against your apartment door shut him up.

your eyes widen as you stare up at satoru but he just stares back at you just as dumbfoundedly. he's ready to dive back in when a voice calls out.

"PIZZA DELIVERY!"

...

you let out a small fuck and satoru's head falls into the crook of your neck, hiding from the monster that is the pizza delivery man that he himself indeed called for. he leaves a couple of wet smooches down the expanse of your chest before smiling at you with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. he pushes himself off of you and swiftly fixes himself and heads for the door. he ruffles his hair and clears his throat before opening it, casting a nearly perfect smile at the delivery guy while you're left panting on the couch, neck wet with his drool and saliva and a terrible ache between your legs.

after satoru sends the man off with a big tip, he plops back down to the couch and places the pizza between you two like nothing had happened. he's not as slick as he thinks he is though because the flush on his cheeks and neck stays on for way too long and he can't sit still for the life of him. he keeps eyeing you, your neck, every time he grabs a new slice – the drying saliva reflecting in the light coming from the tv screen. after three slices he excuses himself to the bathroom, grinning at you stupidly as he insists that he's just gonna go for a piss. ususally you'd make fun of him, tease the living hell out of him but you just can't this time. you're not doing any better than he is. was the tv volume this quiet before or did you do that after you heard him lock himself into the bathroom?

you're not trying to listen in, are you?

+ you can find more of roomie!gojo here!

+ hihihi @staryukis & @elusivemoon

— A drabble about falling asleep on Gojo, and making him realise something he never even considered.

You’re asleep before you even realise it, your head softly bouncing as your body slumps sideways.

Right onto Gojo’s shoulder.

Well, nearly.

The blindfolded man turns his head at the slight bump on his infinity, pausing briefly as he sees you sound asleep, a small crease in your brow as your body attempts to readjust into a more comfortable position.

That mission must have taken a lot more out of you than he had thought.

For such a well rounded sorcerer as yourself to fall asleep on the train ride home…Gojo finds himself frowning at his lack of perception.

He could have handled it for you, had you have asked him to, should you have voiced your exhaustion to him, he would have finished the mission quickly and walked you right to your bed.

You hadn’t been sleeping well recently, he had noticed that.

Being too caught up in trying to teach your students whilst also contributing to your part in the eradication of curses, left you a yawning mess, trailing your feet ever so slightly behind you as you walked.

You lack your usual air of charm, your eyes duller, and voice quiet, and Gojo finds himself, missing you a lot more than he believed he should.

When the pair of you return to Jujutsu Tech, Gojo makes a reminder in his head to take over the rest of your missions until you can promise him of your rest.

If you won’t take care of yourself, then he will.

For now though, the traces of a small smile can be seen on his lips, as your head finally hits the warmth of his shoulder, his technique forgotten for just a moment.

Allowing himself the feeling of your hair tickling his neck, and the weight of your sleep, he traces your eyebrow with his thumb, smirking as you sigh contently at his touch.

There’s an old woman, across from the pair of you, sitting with her bags stacked high on her knees, who whispers under her breath to her husband about the joy of young love, and how gentle it can make a man.

And Gojo finds himself growing fond at the thought, humming sweetly as he looks at your sleeping face, and how calm you look when against his frame.

The trains goes through a tunnel, darkness permeating the car for a brief moment.

You shuffle in your seat as the darkness becomes light once more, waking slightly at the sudden change in brightness.

Your head is resting on something…warm?

You blink slowly, taking in your surroundings before gazing up, alarm juxtaposing your peace.

You spring off his shoulder, eyes wide with concession.

“Oh my God!” You splutter out, your face burning with chagrin, your hands raising as if pleading for mercy.

Your relationship with Gojo is complicated already, you hate to make things more confusing than they need to be.

“I’m sorry!” You say, “I didn’t realise I-”

He cuts you off with a small shake of his head, a large hand reaching over to gently push your head back onto his shoulder, a chuckle leaving him as he does so.

“Relax.” He grins, and it’s the softest you’ve ever heard him speak, “If you’re tired, sleep. I’ll not stop you.”

And you breathe out and in, Gojo can feel it on his neck, trying not to shiver at the closeness of your breath.

“You don’t mind?” You whisper out, at last, unable to peer back up at him.

The hand that pushed you back to him trails down to rest on your waist, curling in to trace patterns on your skin. It makes you feel warm, and you bury your face deeper into his shoulder.

“Nah.” He replies simply, his voice sounding contemplative, as if coming to a realisation he had not yet realised he had to perceive.

And when he leaves a soft kiss on the top of your head, you feel yourself melt, feelings of confusion and any thought of hesitancy dissipating in the feeling of his delicate kiss.

“Not at all.”

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A/N: i miss my baby :(

sorry for being gone for FIVE MONTHS omfg ?????? that’s crazy, i’ve been going insane i think but i’m back and i’m here and i love everyone here and thank you so so so much for reading <3 this was just something small i wrote in half an hour just to bring myself back into the whole writing thing :) so please don’t take it too seriously !!!! i hope you are all doing well

High enough

Stoner!Geto x Reader

A/n: Repost of my most popular fic! Yes there will be TONS of more stoner geto to come.

Summary: In which you and Shoko are invited over to your best friends Gojo’s house to smoke with him and his room mate, Geto suguru. 

Warnings: Drug usage, breeding kink, fingering, nipple play, degrading, pet names, over stim

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🎁 ˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉ hi hiiiii indigo aaaaa i hope you are doing lovely today !!!! i am making a quick little stop to your inbox to wish you an awesome week ( + a merry christmas if you celebrate of course !! ) if that’s okay with you hehe ^^ I HOPE THE WEATHER HASNT BEEN GETTING TO YOU ): STAY WARM PLEASE !!!! i hope the next year — when it comes — gifts you with lots of kindness and love !!! :] HAVE AN AWESOME REST OF YOUR YEAR !!!!

HAI HAI HAI MY EVIE💕🥰💝🎀 merry christmas as well if you celebrate <3 why r u the sweetiest most positive soul? i always get so smiley from your reminders you post and ur well wishes to everyone :-) the weather has been so good and snowy hehehe this made me :,) love u too much

♡ CUTE MORNING LETTERS - TOGE INUMAKI

NOTES: gn!reader, fluff, i was supposed to post this yesterday but was too tired to even proofread🥴

WORD COUNT: 576

AUGUST DRABBLES

toge inumaki is a man of few words. it was never his own choice, but it was because of the fact that his speech is cursed that he never spoke unless it was ingredients. oh, how he always wants to properly communicate with his best friends and especially with you, his partner.

he doesn’t know why you even fell in love with him in the first place. he can’t speak like a proper human and is often away to fight curses, but you’re still here by his side a year later, waiting for him to come home and not seeming to have any troubles with him not speaking.

since he can’t declare his love to you via speech, he instead does it in writing. something that has become a good habit of his is to write you letters every single morning. it doesn’t matter if he’ll be home when you wake up to read them or if he’s away when you do, he just wants you to know every single thing he’s thinking about and all of his feelings.

so when you wake up today, it’s no different. there’s a letter laying on your bedside table, causing a smile to spread over your lips even though toge isn’t currently with you in bed. the whole paper is filled with texts with a few hearts in the corners.

‘goodmorning baby, i’m at the convenience store right now so i might not be home when you wake up. i’ll buy your favorite snacks and when i get home we can just relax in bed all day and watch movies. you looked so peaceful now when i woke up and saw you, i gave you a few kisses but thankfully you didn’t wake up. every single time i see you i just wanna hug you tight and never let go, because you’re so warm and so sweet and i just wish i could keep you in my arms forever. i love you more than anything else in this entire world, you light up my world. every time i see you my heart beats quicker and i keep getting so nervous around you. you have my entire heart, y/n, you have my entire soul and i want you to have it forever. i love you and i’ll see you soon, pretty <3’

you can’t help the tear that makes it’s way down your cheek while you read through the letter all over again, smiling to yourself while crying so early in the morning. he never fails expressing his feelings, even if it’s through text and not speech.

and as the front door suddenly opens, you immediately get out of bed and make your way towards the hallway, smiling widely when seeing toge kick off his shoes with two plastic bags in hand. without a second thought, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into his shoulder.

how he wishes he could tell you that he loves you, how he wishes he could tell you how pretty you look. there is so many things that he cannot even express in text and that he may never get to express, but he can hold onto you and he can press kisses to every single part of your face to get rid of your insecurities. he will keep holding your hand until the day he dies, because he needs you to know that you’re the only one for him.

hiiii. so i’ve we’ve been discussing large age gaps. like toji in his 50s when you’re a little 20 smth.

i just have to tell you

he’s the one who makes fun of you for being into dirty old men while he wrecks you. thumbs away your tears and cooes in your ear about how gross you are and how well you take him. 😔

….this awakened me

tw: big age gaps (reader is 21), daddy kink, mean toji but he’s also a big sweetie too. practice safe sex bc reader isn’t doing that here. oh. and don’t go home with strangers you meet at the bar. reader does that too <3

from the moment you slid into the barstool next to him, toji knew right away that you’d be trouble. he had to give it to you, your confidence was nothing to scoff at, but he could see the way you were fidgeting, squirming next to him, even in the lowlight of the bar. he supposed you had used all your willpower to come sit next to him, especially since all the other seats were empty. you must have been carrying a massive set of balls to choose the scariest guy in the room to bat your lashes at. his nose filled with your sweet and flowery perfume, inhaling it practically as he took in how your doe eyes were flashing his way, only to cower just a moment later.

cute, but also really fucking annoying. he had long ago grown tired of childish games, tiptoeing around someone you had interest in was just a waste of time. toji, truthfully, never was shy about the things he wanted, but he couldn’t help but scold himself inwardly for even finding you worth looking at. you were oozing with this bubbly persona, even if you were trying to avoid his gaze, trying to stare ahead at the television above the bar that was playing horse races. toji had requested it, and he was sure you didn’t understand anything about it besides what type of animal it was.

he didn’t speak to you, not at first, he was more content on waiting you out. he was sipping on something strong, dark amber liquid that he didn’t catch the name of. he wasn’t picky as long as it was good, and this one was smokey, burned nicely on the way down. he preferred it over anything sweet, but, be might be changing his tune seeing as you looked sweet enough to give him cavities. toji listened to you put in your order to the bartender, a snort leaving him when you asked for a shirley temple of all things, extra cherries. how old were you really?

“somethin’ wrong with the other seats?” he finally spoke, making you perk up beside him but you didn’t seem to think he was conversing with you.

he nudged your stool with the toe of his shoe, snapping those doe eyes his way. he was most likely going to hell with how his cock twitched with interest. your eyes were so wide, glassy, he was sure they’d be so darling with tears welling in them.

“i asked you a question. you make it a habit of invading strangers’ personal space, kid?”

“only the really hot ones. and my name’s not ‘kid’ it’s y/n,” you respond, turning to the worker when they returned with your drink. like an excited tot, you were quick to pick up a cherry by its stem and pop it in your mouth.

toji scoffed, “how old are you anyway, brat?”

“old enough,” you hum with a roll of your eyes, pulling your straw between your glossed lips, biting back a grin as you sipped.

he was right, you really were a damn brat.

“not old enough for a real fuckin’ drink, it seems.”

“you wanna ID me, old man?” you huffed, making the older man’s face flash with annoyance. maybe it was something in your snippy tone that irked him, “i’m twenty-one.”

“the name’s toji. don’t call me old man,” he huffed out, “so what…you can’t handle your alcohol?”

“about one of the few things i can’t handle, old man.”

so much for you being shy, but at least he didn’t feel as guilty for his thoughts. you were a tiny lil’ thing, he was sure to break you in half, he wanted to. there was an air of innocence to you, but that did nothing to diminish that dark glint in your eye. such a filthy girl to be pursuing an ‘old man’, in your words. he took a hold of your glass, pulling it away from you when you went to sip at it again.

“what do you want, kid? i’m old enough to be your father.”

“so..forty-three?” you lean in closer, resting your chin in your palm against the bar, wedged sandals resting on the foot rest of his stool now.

“add ten years, doll.”

“oh..,” he didn’t miss the way your thighs pinched together at that statement before you reached to pull your drink back, but his grip didn’t falter, leaning in even closer.

“yeah. oh. now answer my question. what do you want?”

you were squirming again, avoiding his eyes, “isn’t it obvious.”

no, that answer wouldn’t fly. he needed to hear you say it. he yanked your stool close with his foot, in turn caging your legs in with his thighs. they were so thick and warm, it made you dizzy.

“don’t be shy now. you marched your lil’ ass right over here for somethin’ and i want to hear what. you’re a big girl, i thought?” he gave a handsome grin.

“you’re hot. cleary i’d like to sleep with you, if you’re okay with that..toji.”

his name from your lips was downright sinful. he let a hand fall to your bare thigh, massaging the skin there thanks to the shorts you were wearing.

“i think you can do better than that, ask me properly. you want me to fuck you honey?”

toji had never been subtle about anything in his life, at the end of the day, getting your dick wet was getting your dick wet. if a pretty doll like you wanted to offer him pussy, why would he decline? still, didn’t he have a son older than you by like two years or so? if he had planned to turn you away, that thought flew out of the window when you actually fulfilled his request.

“please, i want you to fuck me” you started, looking at him with a gaze that told him you just might drop to your knees right here,” unless you think you’ll hurt your hip or something?”

he gaped at you as you snorted out a laugh. in the end though, it was him who got the final chuckle.

you shouldn’t have followed him out of the bar, or gotten in his car, or even let him drive you back to his shitty apartment. he supposed you were dumb, trusting a stranger, but then again, he was in no position to judge. you both were too busy thinking with your bodies, and any other thought you may have had, toji was determined to fuck it right out of you, make you stupider than you already are. you were too pretty to be acting this filthy, too sweet to be going after a dirty old man like himself. that didn’t stop him from taking a fistfull of your hair and yanking your head back though, that didn’t stop him from coaxing his cock down your throat in the midst of his living room.

he knew you’d be beautiful with tears in your eyes, but he wasn’t prepared to witness you absolutely debauched, face stained with your own dark mascara. he had already warned you on the car ride that he wasn’t going to be gentle with you, he wasn’t going to treat you like a princess no matter how much you looked like one. and as if to prove his point, he made you bare your lower half to him in the car as he drove. he had instructed you to hold your legs open as he played with your pussy, filled you up with three of those thick fingers of his. toji was sure you could take it, you were going to have to if you even wanted half of his cock, but you did. you even squirted for him, your greedy cunt uncaring that he was dividing his attention between you and the dark streets he was driving down.

and now here you were, swallowing his cock like such a good girl, gagging and sputtering around his girth but otherwise, he heard no complaints. he almost felt bad to see your pristine image ruined in such a way, but it had been you pleading to get whored out by him, so he made sure he buried your nose right into his dark wiry pubes.

“you must get off to sick shit like this, huh little girl?” he growled out from where he was sitting on the couch, pulled your slick mouth off of him just so he could listen to you gasp for air and gargle on your own saliva, “your father must be so proud.”

you only gave him a dopey smile to his harsh words, nuzzling your face into his slobbery cock, blowing bubbles in the slick playfully. his dick throbbed at the sight, enchanted by your newfound obsession with his erection.

“i’d be fucking disgusted if you were my daughter, sweetheart, getting off to grimy old men touching you.”

“yet your cock is twitching,” you hummed through a giggle, “is that what you want old man? you wanna be my daddy?”

he hated the way his ears warmed and the way his cock twitched in response to that too, so he shoved it right back down your throat. he had enough of your sharp tongue and sassy remarks for one night. just as he expected though, you were singing a different tune when he was splitting you open. he deemed you weren’t even worthy of his bed so he decided to fuck you right on the floor, face down in the carpet, ass hiked up to properly take every loud slam of his hips. you were so damn loud yourself, overpowering his thunder-like thrusts, crying and begging in incoherent strung together sentences. yeah, he liked you better like this, crying out for him like the brat you are instead of talking back to him.

“is this what you needed to fix your fucking tone, huh?,” he spat, smug at the way you were trembling, from the way you were clawing at the floor.

he placed a hand in the midst of your back to shove you back down as you tried to lessen the arch in your spine, the angle was sinful and he knew he was probably ramming his cock against your cervix at this point, “where are you running off to, princess? is my cock too much for you…that would be disappointing.”

you shook your head the best you could, seeming offended by that notion. sure, you were drooling and snotty and probably on the verge of passing out, but you drew the line at disappointing him, “n-no, i can take it!”

“that’s a good girl. now keep singing for me, i want this whole block to hear how well you take it.”

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