TW:smut! cum play (?), cum eating, unprotected sex, pure fucking filth, do tell me if missed any
gojo satoru who doesn‘t want kids but doesn‘t pull out either.
mindlessly, he thrusts into you as if his life depends on it. his eyes are closed, head thrown back with his hands on the small of your back pressing it down, forcing your back to arch.
it hasn‘t been remotely long since your last orgasm, and another one is loading inside you. it’s all caused by the natural arch of his thick cock that keeps hitting your g-spot, causing you become delirious with every passing second.
“‘tooru—” you sweetly moan, tongue already losing it‘s place in your mouth. meanwhile, the white haired man behind you keeps moaning, barely hearing your voice over his as he whines.
“j- just a bit more pretty.” he pants, both hands moving to your waist as his thrusts become rather sloppy and deeper as he shudders with every thrust, feeling your walls tighten around him sweetly.
you shudder, feeling his cock pulse inside you, going deeper with every thrust, his hands clawing at your waist as he chases that sweet release that washes over him in no time.
you both moan so lewdly. his sweet voice leaving past his lips as he stills, dumping his cum inside of you. you stop as well, feeling his liquid inside you. all that stickiness feeling well inside of you, spurting and painting your walls white.
“fuck baby,” he moans.
though he did dump himself inside of you without a care, he doesn‘t want kids, and you don‘t feel prepared yet. you‘re not on birth control, and neither is he.
you sigh in pleasure as you feel him pull out, white cum that belongs to him and you wrapped around his pretty cock. gojo swallows thickly before he grabs your waist and flips you to your stomach.
“alright baby, you know what to do,” he looks up at you, your tired yet smutty eyes meeting his lust filled ones as you nod.
his hand moves to the lower part of your stomach as he watches your cunt with lust in his eyes. you prop yourself on your shoulders as you look down at him between your legs, you smirk lightly before you push.
with one hard push from you and a light pressure from his hand, dribbles of his cum drip from your pussy. you moan, feeling his fingers ghost on the lips of your cunt, opening it to reveal more of you pushing all his seed out of you as best as you possibly can.
and when you feel like can‘t anymore, he‘ll sweetly smile at you, saying “oh don‘t worry, i can help you with that.” then, his long, slender fingers will delve into your pussy.
your throw your head back as his fingers rake the walls of your cunt, bringing the remnants of his cum out of your pussy. and when he sees his middle and ring finger glisten with cum when he takes them out, he‘ll waste no time and put them into his mouth. he does that all while he looks at you, looking lewdly before his fingers go back in.
when he finds that his fingers can no longer pick out anything, he‘ll prop his mouth before you glistening cunt and stick his tongue straight into you. best part is when you‘ll take his hair and push your cunt straight to his mouth. he‘ll smirk, grabbing your thighs and straight up lick you in the inside. he calls this process ’just making sure’ to make sure that there is no more cum in your cunt, to ensure that there will be no babies coming your way.
and when he‘s down with taking all remnants of his white potent seed out of you, he‘ll crawl over to you and dangle his cock before your mouth. of course, you naturally will eat up and lick him. you‘ll eat the mixture of yours and his ecstasy clean.
and when you‘re done, you two will share a cute deep kiss, tasting each other. <3
oh, how can one be so beautiful?gojo satoru asks himself.
his blue eyes are illuminated by the sun rays as he stands there admiring you, though he does not stand further than seven feet away from you. his lips are churned upwards with his fingers holding the bouquet of flowers tight, heart beating faster by the second as he simply watches with joy, adoration, and fascination in his gaze.
he cannot stop himself from admiring the sigh before his ocean eyes.
not once in his twenty-seven years of living did he ever think he would find someone reading a book so intriguing, yet here he is: doing just as he thought he never would.
you look so beautiful to him. figure beneath the trees as the wind compliments the way your hair flows with it, feet laid out with your back pressed against the wooden body of the tree. such a simple sight, yet so breathtaking in his eyes.
as he stands there underneath the spring sun, you finally look up from your book and spot the white haired man who admires you from not-so afar. a smile cannot help but etch on your face as he walks over with his hand running through his hair.
“hello amore,” his voice is like honey, sweet and smooth as he hands you the bouquet of pink roses. “for you.” it cannot be helped that there is a slight blush is on his cheeks as he watches you take the flowers and bring it up to your nose to smell the batch, to him you just look so beautiful even as you do the most mundane action.
“thank you, darling.” you say your thanks before you settle it to your lap and usher him to kneel before you, and he does as asked. when he is there on his knees before you, you lean forward and press a sweet kiss against his lips.
sure, gojo satoru may be the strongest man to ever walk this planet, but when he is with your presence: he is nothing but a man who yearns for your love.
so when he feels your lips against his, it‘s just natural for him to fall at ease and press further as his hand moves to hold your cheek. blue eyes fluttering close as when feels your fingers on his nape. all the butterflies in his stomach erupt as his heart beats erratically for you.
sometime, everybody will love someone, and something in your kiss told gojo satoru, his sometime is now.
A CHECKERED FLAG AND BURNING IRON - Chapter One (2.1k)
~ The tale of a Final Girl and life after her starring role, oh, and Gojo’s there too. But for how long will his hand be able to hold on to Her’s when shes forever changed from who he knew, and can he keep up?
~ A Final Girl/Slasher tale, American College AU, Street Racer!Gojo X Outcast/Final Girl!Reader
~ Warnings: Horror/Slasher movie themes and subjects, PTSD, mentions of sexual activity, non-con, kidnapping, bullying, blood, fighting/physical injury
~ Author’s Declaration: The concept of Street Racer! Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Ryomen Sukuna are borrowed with permission from @minouyujisPOST . Also, I have never been to American college and never written horror, so, please forgive me if this is a bit “trope/movie” heavy. This is mostly me writing a love letter/write poetry to my love of horror movies and psychological elements of fiction. Yes, there is a romance plot in this… somewhere… I’m sure you’ll find it. I’m here to have fun and hope you join me on this journey, cause Spooky Season is all year round for me! (And many of the JJK characters ages are played around with to suit the story, I will try to reference their ages or School level/grade) . Slow burn for the first few chapters, please bare with me while I lay the foundations of this spooky house.
CHAPTER ONE – (word count: 2.1K)
You couldn’t stop the shaking of your limbs, your fingers ached as they gripped the foil sheet over your shoulders. Was it cold? Too hot? Your skin and what remains of your clothes are sticky and damp. Your vision blurry and sounds around both too loud and impossible to decipher. You couldn’t focus on the paramedic looking you over and trying to check your vitals and mental capability. All the faces around you twist and fade into beiges, tans, and browns. Blending into their own skins and the forest dark behind you all.
But what you could see clearly, what you could not tear you vision away from, was the part of the forest you came from. A tunnel of focus and burning inside your lungs. Still, it called back to you to return. The sharpness of adrenaline still pounding in your mind, your arms, your legs, and feet. Run. Run? Where?! It doesn’t matter! Just move! HE’s still out there! HE can see you! HE can catch you! You can’t rest! HE’s going to get you again and NEVER let you go! You know what happened to the others! Run away and…!
BANG, BANG, BANG! Shots from a gun, maybe more, echo and sing alongside the strong and fierce barks of dogs, shouting from men you can’t make out. All bringing you back down to a single point. Here, sitting in the back of an ambulance, you didn’t even notice being brought into the all too bright and white cage. The bed beneath you soft as the paramedic lays a hand ever so gently on your shoulder to encourage you back down into the bed. Eyes wide on their hand, but you followed. Still unsure of where you are and what is happening you let your body win. Burning muscles and aching bones crying out for rest, for stillness, for comfort. As you look up above you, tears you though you could no longer cry flow through. “It’s all over now, Kid, you’re okay” is the only thing you finally recognize before your mind gives into the demands of your body. You cry and gasp for air. You don’t know when you had fallen to slumber, but it wasn’t a slumber of your own. It was cold and bitter on your tongue, but you had to let it answer to the call of your body. You were no longer in HIS grasp. It’s safe now. It’s okay now. You’re safe now. You can go home now…
- Two Weeks Earlier -
Your eyes burned and begged for the sweet relief of moisture, your back and rear begged for anything but this seated position in the old thin chair, and your brain begged for death. If this assignment wasn’t going to be the death of you, you’d be surprised and by a lottery ticket. It’s May of your second year of college, you’ve recently turned 20, and there isn’t much of this semester left to go. But three more assignments stand in your way, including this one… If you have to look at one more damned article about how a Human Resources department works (or doesn’t work?), you’re going to go insane. You’ve written more today than you expected to, you had a short class earlier that day about Marketing in the digital age, and nothing social planned for the daytime.
So, you opened your window, put on a lo-fi playlist for studying (You know the one, dear Reader), and forgot about your cup of tea hours ago. At least your sugary iced coffee wasn’t forgotten and it watched you work so hard on your assignment, from its corner on the desk. Second hand, scratches and chipped clear coat. You always kept saying you would sand it and recoat it, promised it even, as this desk has become your solo dorm room’s staple resident (along with your bed, of course). For study, gaming, drawing, crying, dining, painting, make-up application on rare occasions, and a piece of home. Your family home was an hour’s drive away, just far enough from the college city of your state to be safe from too many stressed out, hormone fueled, caffeine addicted young “adults”. But it was still a big enough city to have plenty of opportunity for you, if you chose to settle there one day.
But you had a goal with your childhood friend, Kokichi Muta (You knew his nickname and gamertag most: Mechamaru). He was a tech prodigy, with dreams to join the likes of Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, and Elon Musk. He craved discovery and development, and he was damn good at it. But such things take time and money. So, with extensive research over the past couple of years from his tech internship right out of High School, he decided the best steps to build up, would be to grow within a successful company, and then start his own cyber security business. This would, hopefully, lay the foundation for a bigger business that would allow him to then grow and pay for what he really craved, research and development of the next big tech break throughs.
You two had always been the odd ones out, which is why you stuck together. You’d seen him grow and build the most amazing things. The two of you working together to win robotics competitions, with him designing and building, and you offering odd points of view that lead him to great inspirations. Which is why he let you do the talking, promoting, scouting for said competitions and contests, and what colours to decorate his creations with. Even though he always hated your design choices. Your argument was to help stand out and adding to the performance. Maybe that’s why your contact name (and emoji) in all his gear is “Clown”. All with love of course. The recognition and success in your team up lead to you both receiving scholarships. Him more than you. So far, he had yet to claim his prize. Stating his impatience for such “useless, wasted time”. He dove in head first, while you weren’t sure where to go. You took up a good job at an electronics retailer for a few years to find yourself out a little. When Kokichi finally had a dream and plans, and asked you to once again be his voice and right-hand man, you got right into it.
You knew learning Business Administration would not suit your style, but it was a goal when you didn’t have one. And your parents agreed that if Kokichi didn’t quite make it like you two were planning, it was a financially wise career path. Ew. But it made them happy so they would support you and Kokichi promised he’d let you dress however you wanted, and would build you up to have minions to dress proper and do your dark bidding for you, unless there was an important business meeting with normal (read: boring, old, rude) business men that you would have to attend. All this came back to your mind as you were leaning back in your chair and looking at the photo on the wall of you two from one of your high school science fair wins.
A startling chime to your left brought you back down from the clouds and back into that old worn chair. Its contact name of “Dumbass #1” brought a frown to your mouth.
“What do you want, asshole?” you asked to your room. You didn’t want to read the text, but your Mom was always a “It could be important” kind of person and it rubbed off on you.
‘Asshole #1: Hey, ding-dong, try to look nice for once tonight’
You still don’t know how Suguru Geto got your number, you boyfriend swears it wasn’t him, said he wanted you all to himself. For someone who has declared his apparent ‘love’ for you, Satoru Gojo was blind to the way his friends talked to you. Then again, you’ve always hesitated to show him the text messages, fearful it might make you look like a nagging and whiney girlfriend. Hell, it blows your mind how you two are even together.
Satoru Gojo, Junior year of Business Management, courses designed for future CEOs. His family came from old money in finance and big bank business and he was expected to follow the family tradition. He only agreed to finally go to college and follow his Father’s expectations when he was threatened to be cut off. Only a couple of years older than you, but quite the handful of a man child. How he passed with his lack of focus to his education and focus on his number one hobby, you’ll never know.
Ah yes, His first love, cars. Fast cars. Street racing kept him sane and was his only spiritual calling. His garage was filled with five high end machines. Lovingly cared for and somehow, never taken of caught by the cops. You know he’s doing shady shit to keep out of trouble, while also committing trouble. Not a circus you want to get involved in, he can have that to himself.
You’re not sure why he took notice of you late last year, or why he pursued you. You kept to yourself and a select few, didn’t stand out too much, kept tidy, didn’t both much with too many parties or got involved in gossip. You were polite and kind to your class mates, and no one particularly disliked you. You were a bit of a background/filler character. And that suited you, helped keep you focused and relaxed, stress causes early wrinkles and high blood pressure. You’d rather keep those things for your 40’s. Maybe that’s why he took interest. He claims you’re pretty, calm, and keep up with his humour and childish ways. Things he liked about you. But he also uses you to fuel his need for affection and attention too. Stern and cold upbringing and all. So far, you’re the longest relationship he’s ever had. You rejected his advances and requests for a date three times before you gave him a shot. You knew he was a playboy before meeting him. A few classmates would swoon between classes if they passed him, and sing his praises from time to time. Usual popular King of school things you did not want to mess with.
Mind you, he’ll still flirt and ogle at women, and quietly at some men, even when you’re with him. He’ll turn to you like its nothing and demand your focus. You hated it at first, but now it’s just like a mild burn to your pride and self-confidence. From time to time, behind closed doors, he’ll apologise lightly. But it’s better than when you first met him. Early on you were shy to voice your concerns, but you too got better with putting your foot down. In public, he’ll keep his hand on your back, or waist, or in your hand. He’s given quite a bit of lip to those who have tried to get your attention when you’re out. But that little bit of possessiveness helps reassure yourself that he really does only want you. And here you are, after sorting out a light dinner for yourself you returned to your dorm to get ready for a long night out. You had early classes the next day and wanted to sleep, but Gojo was racing tonight and would frequently drag you with him. Dressing up like Gojo’s usual (previous) type of girl was not your thing. Clubbing girls and racing groupies are not your kind of friends or circles.
You’d at least wear a pair of short black heals, and that slimming biker style jacket Gojo bought you the other month. Gave yourself a bit of a Sandy from ‘Grease’ vibes… Oh gawd, you just realised how close you and Gojo are to Danny and Sandy from ‘Grease’. You don’t know if you should laugh or cry in embarrassment. Another chime from your phone, followed by two more in rapid succession, you know only two people who text in fast short bursts.
‘The Boi: Pumpkin! My Sweetheart!!! : D’
‘The Boi: Your shining Prince arrives soon for his fair maiden!!’
‘The Boi: I missed you and I expect kisses TODAY WAS TOO HARD! I HATE NUMBERS’
‘The Boi: Pumpkin? Where are my replies of your never-ending love for me?’
‘You: You better not text and drive, idiot. You can get your attention when you show up <3 I did miss you too’
Another night of racing is going to be killer on your stomach and nervous system, but it was something special he didn’t share with many others. He may have had quite a few women in his car before you, but you’ve been in ALL of his cars and even have driven a few. A light amount of make-up to compliment your eyes, and a deep breath to brace yourself for the bullshit of Gojo’s jealous fan-girls and rude ‘Friends’. Another night in your slice of college life
genre. heavy angst, romance, sci-fi, space au, 18+
word count. tba, slow updates
fic tags & warnings. ooc, cosmology & astrophysics, profanity, unrequited love, explicit smut, violence, blood, guns and other lethal weapons, war, emotional trauma, dehumanization, physical and emotional torture, major character death, + more to be added
Summary: Having witnessed the love of your life marry another, you are left with a broken heart. After dealing with a deadly blow to your heart, you began to wonder if you were ever meant to be loved. Can someone mend the damage left by your ex and show you that you deserve all the love you’ve craved?
Genre: royal au, heavy angst,
Fic warnings: ooc, mentions of sex, mentions of child abandonment/neglect, profanity, manipulation, violence.
Words:3000+
Chapter one
A/N: Welcome to one of the many Fics that has been living in my head rent free. So excited to share with everyone. Enjoy
“Soon, my beloved, we will spend many nights like this together.” Satoru caresses your cheek. You lean into his touch, one of your hands touch the one that is caressing your cheek. “I cannot wait for that time to come, waking up every day to your beautiful face, spending hours with you inside and outside of the bedroom. I cannot wait for the day when I can love you freely as my wife.” His gaze full of nothing but love and adoration for you makes your heart flutter. His lips meet yours, pushing your back gently to the bed. You melt under his touch, kissing him back with equal fervor. The rest of the night filled with your proclamations of each other’s love.
Y/n can feel the tears threatening to fall. The memory feels so distant and different from the present time. If someone were to tell you two months ago that the man, you shared passionate nights and fond memories with is going to marry another woman in front of you then you would have ridiculed them. You would chastise them for creating fake narratives against your future husband.
