(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER TWENTY: Love Me Anyway

Squeeze me Tight

“As long as you wish for it, I will hold you.”

Diluc x Gn!Reader

Fluff/comfort. Not fully proofread, Cuddling scenarios!

Warnings: None!

->Where the reader has a bad day, and all they want to do is cuddle with their portable heater. Sending my love to anyone who had a bad day. This one’s for you♡

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Rich boy gojo latest obsession: Spider woman aka you

Gojo Satoru was everything you weren’t. Wealthy, popular, and effortlessly charismatic, he ruled the school like a king. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him, and he basked in the attention without a care in the world. You, on the other hand, were invisible. Quiet, studious, and focused solely on your dream of becoming a mechanical engineer, you kept to yourself. You had no time for the drama or distractions of high school life—not that anyone tried to drag you into it.

For years, Gojo hadn’t even known you existed, too busy dating every pretty girl in school and living his high-society life. But you didn’t care. As long as you had your books, your love of science, and a clear path to graduation, you were content.

Then, everything changed the night you got bitten.

It happened as you walked home from the library, your bag heavy with notes and textbooks. A sharp sting on your hand made you pause, and when you looked down, you saw it: a spider, glowing faintly with an otherworldly hue. You brushed it off, thinking nothing of it at the time. But by morning, your entire world had turned upside down.

The changes were drastic, to say the least. It felt like you had the strength of five men combined. You could climb walls, stick to surfaces, and—most astonishingly—shoot webs. At first, it was chaos. You’d knock over furniture without meaning to, stick to walls by accident, and fire webs at the worst possible times. Balancing your new abilities with the demands of high school was a nightmare. And then there were your parents, who couldn’t understand why you suddenly seemed so…different.

Eventually, though, you got the hang of it. Slowly but surely, you found a rhythm. By day, you were the quiet girl no one noticed, slipping through the halls like a ghost. By night, you were Spider-Woman, swinging through the city, saving lives, and trying to make a difference.

One of those lives, unfortunately, was Gojo’s.

You’d saved him multiple times—once from a mugger in a dark alley, another time from a runaway car. Each time, you prayed he wouldn’t recognize you under the mask. But Gojo, being Gojo, became utterly and completely obsessed. He couldn’t stop talking about Spider-Woman. It was Spider-Woman this, Spider-Woman that. She was all he thought about, all he cared about. He’d defend her fiercely to anyone who dared criticize her, becoming your personal lawyer without even realizing it.

When the media started painting Spider-Woman as a delinquent—a vigilante who caused more harm than good—Gojo was furious. He went so far as to call his dad, threatening to sue the newspaper that ran the story. How dare they? Didn’t they know how much Spider-Woman sacrificed to keep the city safe? The idea of anyone tarnishing her name was enough to make his blood boil.

Then came the night at the nightclub. Gojo, carefree as ever, found himself cornered in a dark alley, moments away from being robbed. You swooped in, taking out the muggers with ease. But before you could leave, he stopped you.

“Wait!” he called out, breathless and his sky blue eye wide. “I… I just wanted to say thank you. For everything.”

For a split second, you hesitated. His voice, so familiar yet so different, made your heart skip a beat. But you couldn’t risk it—not with how obsessed he was. Without a word, you shot a web to the nearest building and disappeared into the night, leaving Gojo standing there, more intrigued than ever.

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The cafeteria buzzed with chatter as students clustered at their usual tables. Sitting alone with your tray of food and your notes, you tuned out the noise. Behind you, however, the loudest group in school had taken their seats—Gojo Satoru and his friends.

“Dude, I’m telling you—she totally recognized me,” Gojo said, his voice carrying across the room as he threw his hands up in frustration.

“Satoru, you’re delusional,” Geto drawled, brushing his long hair behind his ear as he gave his best friend a look of pity. “You know how many people she saves, right? Why would she only recognize you?”

“Because I’m pretty, that’s why,” Gojo shot back, leaning uncomfortably close to Geto’s face, his striking blue eyes glinting with mock indignation. “Who could ever forget this face, huh? I’m too handsome.”

Geto blinked at him, unimpressed. “You’re beyond saving.”

“He’s right,” Shoko chimed in dryly from across the table, casually popping a fry into her mouth. “You need professional help, Satoru.”

But Gojo wasn’t listening. He leaned back in his chair, dramatically running a hand through his white hair as though to emphasize his point. “I’m serious, guys! She’s so cool—like, way cooler than anyone else in this school. I have to meet her. But she doesn’t have an agent or an email or…anything! How am I supposed to contact her? Ugh, it’s torture.”

“You’re not supposed to contact her,” Shoko replied, not even looking up from her fries.

“Wait, wait,” Gojo interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Do you think she’d date me if I offered her money?” He turned to Geto and Shoko, searching for validation.

The two stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Money? Really?” Shoko snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Satoru, she’s a superhero, not a gold digger.”

Geto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, and even if she was into money, why would she pick you? You’d probably get robbed while on a date with her.”

“Hey!” Gojo huffed, crossing his arms. “She saved me multiple times. Okay, a lot actually . That means something!”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “It means you’re really bad at staying out of trouble.”

Behind them, you fought the urge to roll your eyes. It was bad enough Gojo was obsessed with Spider-Woman, but to hear him talk about her with such unfiltered arrogance made your food taste worse. If only he knew how much effort it took to not acknowledge him during every rescue.

Still, you couldn’t deny the small flicker of amusement at the thought. Gojo Satoru, the most confident guy in school, practically pining over you without even knowing it.

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Gojo Satoru thought he was a genius. Actually, scratch that—he knew he was a genius. After all, if Spider-Woman was going to save him every time he found himself in trouble, then logically, he just needed to get into more trouble. That way, she’d have no choice but to keep saving him, which meant he’d get to see her more often.

“Wow,” he muttered to himself one day as he stared at his reflection in a classroom window. “I scare myself sometimes with how brilliant I am.”

And so, his master plan began. Every day, without fail, he’d find himself in increasingly dangerous situations. Whether it was wandering down shady alleys, conveniently “forgetting” his wallet in sketchy neighborhoods, or trying to provoke muggers by flashing his expensive watch in public, Gojo made sure to play the role of helpless rich boy perfectly.

And every single time, you were there. Swinging in at the last possible second, rolling your eyes behind your mask as you pulled him out of harm’s way.

For two weeks, this went on. Two excruciating weeks.

“Are you serious right now?” you snapped one night as you yanked him out of the path of an oncoming car he’d nearly walked in front of. “sir, What were you even doing in the middle of the street?” Your trying to make your voice deeper so he couldn't recognise it.

“Me?” he asked innocently, flashing you a grin that somehow managed to be both charming and infuriating. “I was just testing how fast that car was going. You know, for science.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re unbelievable.” you whispered. You didn't want to talk to him too much and feed his delusion that he is somehow special to you.

“Thank you,” he replied, as if it were a compliment. “So, what’s your name? Your real name, I mean. Do you like movies? Dinner? Long walks in the rain?”

You ignored him, as usual, swinging away before he could say anything else. But Gojo was nothing if not persistent.

The final straw came on a rainy night after an already horrible day. You’d had a blowout argument with your mom that morning, and the weight of your double life was catching up to you. Your grades were slipping, exhaustion was eating away at you, and the constant pressure of keeping the city safe was unbearable. To top it all off, Gojo’s ridiculous antics were only making things worse.

So when you find him once again—this time standing at the edge of a rooftop of the hotel his rich father owns, "balancing practicing"—you snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you shouted, storming toward him as the rain poured down. Your mask was soaked, and your voice shook with frustration and fatigue. “Do you have a death wish? Or are you just this desperate for attention?”

Gojo turned, his soaked white hair plastered to his forehead, and gave you that same infuriating grin. “Hey, Spider-Woman! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn’t care.”

You grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back from the edge, your patience completely gone. “Listen, rich boy,” you hissed, your voice trembling with anger. “I don’t know what kind of game you think this is, but I am not playing. You don’t get to make my life harder just because you’re bored or obsessed or whatever this is.”

For the first time, Gojo seemed taken aback. His grin faltered, and his usually sparkling blue eyes softened. “Wait, are you okay?”

You froze, caught off guard by the genuine concern in his voice. For a fleeting moment, the usual arrogance in his tone was replaced by something softer—something real. But the dam inside you had already broken.

“No, I’m not okay,” you admitted, your voice cracking under the weight of everything. “I’m also a human, you know. I get tired too... I—”

You stopped yourself mid-sentence, biting your lip hard enough to hurt. No. You’d already said too much. Letting him see even this much vulnerability was dangerous—too dangerous. You didn’t owe him an explanation.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you grabbed him by the arm and picked him up effortlessly, carrying him away from the edge of the rooftop. You set him down on stable ground, saying nothing as you turned to leave.

“Wait,” he called after you, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Okay? Please, just listen to me.”

You hesitated, your back still to him.

“I didn’t mean to make things harder for you,” he said, his usual confidence completely gone. “I was just... I thought I was being clever, but I wasn’t thinking about what it was doing to you. I just... I wanted to see you. To talk to you.”

His words hung in the air, raw and honest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. The rain poured down harder, mingling with the tears that began streaming down your face. You clenched your fists, willing yourself not to break down completely in front of him.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just... stay out of trouble. Please.”

You swung away without looking back, leaving him standing there in the rain, his figure growing smaller and smaller until it disappeared from view.

As the wind whipped past you, the tears kept coming. The frustration, the exhaustion, the overwhelming loneliness—it all spilled out in the safety of the storm. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself cry.

And behind you, on that rooftop, Gojo Satoru stood drenched and motionless, staring after you with an ache in his chest he didn’t fully understand. He had never seen you like that before—so human, so tired, so vulnerable.

And for the first time, he realized just how much he’d taken you for granted.

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For two whole days, you slept. The world kept spinning, but you didn’t care. You were beyond exhausted—mentally, physically, emotionally. It felt like your body was trying to shut itself down for repairs, and honestly, you welcomed it. After all, who cared about you? Why should you care about the world when no one seemed to care about you?

Meanwhile, Gojo was in his own spiral of chaos. The guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. He couldn’t shake the image of your trembling voice, your soaked figure disappearing into the rain. He knew he’d messed up—badly. He wanted to apologize, to tell you how sorry he was for being selfish, for not thinking about what you were going through. But... how? How was he even supposed to find you? It was like you’d vanished into thin air.

To make matters worse, there was the looming deadline for his big mechanical engineering project. Normally, he wouldn’t be too concerned. He was Gojo Satoru—charming, brilliant, and capable of pulling off a miracle at the last second. But this time, there was a twist. His professor had assigned him a partner: Y/N L/N.

He didn’t even know who that was. Sure, he’d heard the name in passing, but it wasn’t like he paid attention to anyone who wasn’t in his usual circle of admirers or friends. Now, in the middle of his existential guilt-fueled meltdown, he had to deal with the stress of finding a partner he probably wouldn’t recognize if they stood right in front of him.

His friends noticed immediately that something was off. Gojo was usually the epitome of confidence, breezing through life without a care in the world. But now, he was pacing, muttering to himself, and radiating the kind of energy that screamed, I’ve screwed up.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Shoko finally asked, leaning back in her chair and eyeing him suspiciously.

“Yeah, you’ve been weird for days,” Geto added, sipping his coffee. “This is, like, the longest you’ve gone without flirting with someone or bragging about yourself. Should we be worried?”

Gojo ran a hand through his damp hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. “It’s Spider-Woman,” he admitted, slumping into a chair.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Shoko groaned, rolling her eyes. “What did you do now?”

“I think I—no, I know I messed up,” Gojo said, groaning into his hands. “I was being an idiot, okay? I kept getting myself into trouble so she’d save me, and... well, she finally snapped.”

“Wait,” Geto said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you telling me Spider-Woman, the literal superhero, got mad at you? What the hell did you do?”

Gojo waved his hands wildly, exasperated. “I just wanted to talk to her! Is that so bad?!”

“Yes,” Shoko and Geto said in unison.

“Ugh, whatever,” Gojo grumbled, burying his face in his arms. “She disappeared after that night. I don’t even know where to find her now.”

“Maybe you should stop obsessing over her and focus on that project,” Shoko suggested, popping a fry into her mouth. “What’s the name of your partner again?”

“Y/N L/N or something,” Gojo said absentmindedly, frowning at the table.

Shoko froze mid-chew, exchanging a quick glance with Geto.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Geto said, trying to suppress a grin.

Gojo blinked at them, confused. “What?”

“Y/N L/N,” Shoko said slowly, smirking. “You mean the quiet girl who never talks to anyone? The one who’s always in the library?”

Gojo’s jaw dropped. “Wait, what? No way. why godddd." he dropped his head to the table and started banging his head.

“Yep,” Shoko said, crossing her arms. “That’s your partner. Good luck, lover boy.”

Now, not only did Gojo have to figure out how to apologize to Spider-Woman, but he also had to track down his elusive project partner—

And honestly? He wasn’t sure which task was going to be harder.

⊱ only you ; haitani ran x fem!reader

warning: explicit, 18+, fem!reader, mutual pining, smut, fluff, maybe a size kink, a little bit of pain, creampie, petnames (angel mostly)

summary: Ran finally gets to have you wc: 2.4k

a/n: this may or may not be a bit too flowery, the ending may or may not be lame, but i love being self-indulgent

minors dni // 18 +

The shadows in the room grew longer as the sun set, the view over Tokyo was gorgeous, was captivating, but not nearly as captivating as the flush across Haitani Ran’s face. Not nearly as captivating as the little whines and gasps that escaped his slightly parted lips as you lightly ran your fingers across his heated skin.

Not just warm, but hot – so hot it felt almost scorching. So hot you could almost feel the flames licking at your flesh, at your legs, which were currently on either side of him. If you wanted, you could have lifted your head to admire the view of the setting sun. But the way Ran’s hands dragged across your bare back, felt far better than the idea of a romantic evening watching the sun fall and the moon rise. You had needed this, you had needed him. And he had needed you too. You had been pining after each other for so long. Wanting, needing. Just to be in this exact moment. To have your lips grazing his as you ran your fingers through his messy hair, as you pulled on it gently.

“Fuck, angel” Ran’s voice was nothing more than a whine, a desperate plea for more - more touching, more kissing, more of you. You could feel his cock, straining hard against his trousers; you knew if you wrapped your hand around it you could feel the throb of his heart beating – fast and hard. Fast and hard, just like your own. Just like the way you wanted him to take you – the way you had dreamed of him pushing you against the wall and claiming what was his, what had always been his, even if he didn’t know. Even if this was the first time he had felt your own need for him, even if he had been oblivious for months. Fast and hard – you were dying for him.

“Ran” Your mind, fogged with lust, could only truly focus on the one word, on his name. The name you had moaned thousands of times before, the name you chanted over and over as you made yourself come undone. You dragged your lips across his cheek, finding his ear, and repeated the word again, softly, quietly, but dragging it out, making every second of ‘Ran’ falling from your lips agonizing. Agonizing like the way his nails dug into you the first time you had pressed your lips to his. Agonizing like waiting for him to make the first move. Agonizing like how he ground his hard cock against you now, so desperate for you. 

You moved your lips down, sucking gently on his throat, nipping the skin, finding your way to his pulse - still racing, still pounding. His own hands moving, trying to feel every inch of you, trying desperately to memorize every single dip, every single curve, every single moan that left your lips. As if he would never have this again, as if it were the last time, as if it were the only time he would feel you on top of him, he would taste your sweet essence, he would experience you. 

When you lazily slid your hand down his chest, making sure to map out the lines of the dark ink covering half of his body, you felt his body tense, you heard a groan escape him. His fingers dug harshly into your hips, it would have been painful if you weren’t filled with adrenaline, if you weren’t filled to the brim with desire. 

“Ang…” His voice cracked when your hand reached its destination – his hard cock that had been pressing into you, that had been rubbing against you for what seemed like both eternity and seconds. You ran your fingers up and down the fabric, teasing, tempting him to push further, beckoning him to buck into your hand. The heat you had felt from his skin before was amplified, as if the whole room was engulfed in flames. But no, no it was just your hand grazing his length, filling the room with more whines, more groans, more need. 

“S’big Ran…” Your mind swam, finding your thoughts and then losing them again as he bucked himself up into your hand. You had dreamed about it, you had fantasized about it, but the feeling of his thick cock underneath his expensive trousers, of the wet spot that had long been forming, was better, was so much better than what you had expected, and you hadn’t even seen it yet.

“Need you now, please, angel” You weren’t sure if he had said it or if you had imagined it, but 'need you now' was exactly what you would have thought if the size of his cock and the feeling of him throbbing because of you wasn’t the only thing that had existed in that moment.

He started bucking into your grip faster. Fucking himself into your hand. He wanted to wait, he wanted to feel you, but Ran was so desperate for the only thing he had wanted for so long, the only thing that occupied his mind, he couldn’t help himself. Even the feeling of your hand through his pants paired with your warm breath washing over his face would have been enough.

You knew, god you knew how close he was, because if he had touched you, felt the soaking wet fabric covering your cunt, you were sure you wouldn’t last long either. You were sure that you would crumble in his arms faster than he was falling apart under you now.

His hand moved, pulling yours away from him, denying himself the release he needed. He was desperate, but desperation wasn’t enough to throw aside the want to be buried inside you, it wasn’t enough to spill his seed on your hand instead of deep inside you. He left your hand on his shoulder and you quickly moved it to his neck, pushing your mouth against his. His lips parted, sliding his tongue into your mouth, pressing them together, tasting you. Ran quickly found his way to your cunt. Finally feeling the drenched fabric covering you, hiding your throbbing clit, your fluttering cunt. Every movement of his body, every slip of his tongue, had been driving you mad. And he was finally relishing in the proof of what he did to you, of how badly you needed him. He pressed his fingers against your clit, tracing small circles, eliciting a lewd moan from you. A moan that had been muffled by his mouth, that had vibrated his tongue as he continued to taste you.

You were falling apart quickly, his fingers not letting up, still moving gentle circles on your bundle of nerves through the thin fabric. You were trembling, your heart beating faster, your toes curling. Your thoughts still nonexistent - the only thing you could process was the taste of Ran and of the pleasure he was giving you. You followed his lead, finally pulling yourself together, gripping his hand, moving it from you, only moments before you had let yourself go.

Moving from his lap, you stripped yourself of the rest of your clothes. He just sat there, eyes wide, mouth agape – whether it was from your abrupt leave of his lap or the sight of you bearing yourself to him you weren't sure at first.

“You really are an angel, y’know that?” His eyes on you made you feel like you were the most divine creature to ever exist and, to Ran, you were. Nothing had ever compared to you, nothing had ever compared to seeing you standing nude in his penthouse apartment, illuminated by the setting sun, need and desperation in your eyes. Need only for him, desperation only for him.

You felt heat rise to your face, you felt vulnerable, you felt like you had never been so naked before this moment. As you stood bare in front of  Ran, who was staring at you with just as much desire, taking his slacks off, his cock hitting his stomach, his hand instinctively grabbing it, and moving slowly. Spreading his precum up and down his shaft at the sight of you.

“Ran, you better not cum before you’re inside me.” It brought him back from the trance he had been stumbling in. He kept moving his hand up and down his cock, but his smile met yours. “I won’t, I’m not the one we should be worried about anyway.” He was right, his fingers grazing you had almost sent you over the edge, but something about having him inside you the first time he made you cum was the thing you had wanted more than anything, was the only thing that had helped hold you back.

Your move back to him was quick, your legs on either side of his hips, lips crashing hard into his. He let go of his heavy cock and as it moved the head swiped your swollen lips and your body arched at the sensation. His smirk returned at your movement, you could feel it against your lips.

“n-now … please…” You begged him, pleaded, you had waited long enough. He pulled his lips away and directed his attention down. Your eyes followed his, your foreheads tipping into each other. His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock as he slid it through your folds, as he pressed it into your pulsing clit. You whimpered, you moved your hips, chasing his cock. Strands of slick connected your bodies as he pulled his cock completely away from you. 

“Fuck, angel, so wet for me, yeah?” You weren’t sure when he had found the ability to take control, but he had. And he was right, you were soaked, and it was all for him, it was all because of him. Before you could find an answer he was attempting to press the head of his cock into your fluttering cunt.

“S’tight… pussy so tight baby, how ‘m I supposed to fit?” He was right, you were drenched but the girth of his cock was just too much, way too much.

“M-make it fit Ran, please… please” You started pushing down, trying to force him into you. He was reluctant, afraid to hurt you, but you had lost all of your inhibitions hours ago and any concern you had for the state of your cunt beyond cumming around his cock was completely lost to you.

If the fire had been licking at your legs before, if the room had been engulfed, you now existed inside the flame, the two of you were fire yourselves, burning everything that touched you. Burning desire and need were all that existed. When he finally bullied his way into you, you couldn’t make a sound. The pain and pleasure of his full cock inside you had you exactly where it had him – in heaven.

“F-fuck… angel… s’fuckin tight” His words broken, breathy, hoarse. It was too much for both of you. He moved slowly, dying to rut into you as fast and as hard as both of your hearts were beating, but he held back. Instead, he rubbed the calloused pads of his fingers into your swollen clit. Your cunt gripped his cock tighter, a feeling he didn’t think had been possible. He moaned your name.

“Your s’fuckin beautiful, s’fuckin good” He moved his fingers faster, trying to bring you to your high before he met his. 

You finally moved your eyes from the scene of his thick cock stretching you and his fingers working your clit. You finally found his lavender ones, lids half closed, dark with lust. He had long been watching you, taking in the expressions on your face as he stretched you beyond what you could handle, as he brought you closer and closer to the orgasm the two of you had been delaying all night.

“'m close Ran” He crashed his lips into yours, he wanted to watch the euphoria on your face as you came, but he wanted to taste you more, feel your body as you came more.

Your toes curled, your vision blurred, everything shook as your orgasm hit you hard. Your cunt clamped down on his cock, gripping him tighter and tighter as he slid slowly up and down your velvet walls.

 “S’fuckin beautful… fuckin beautiful.” His lips barely left yours as he groaned the words in between shaking breaths. He couldn’t hold back anymore, your parted lips, trying hard to kiss him between trembling and heavy breaths, your clit twitching beneath his fingers, finally pushed him over the edge. Your name was the only thing he could mutter as he slammed himself into you hard and gave you what your cunt had been begging him for, filling you to the brim with his cum. 

He refused to leave your body as you two came down from your highs. The feeling of your trembling body in his arms was the only thing he could focus on, was the only thing he needed.

You twisted your fingers in his hair and rested your head in the crook of his neck. Letting your heart fall back into a normal rhythm, letting your breath return to a regular pace along with his.

“We…” He stumbled over his words.

“Hmm?” You pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, twisting his hair further between your fingers.

“We get to do that again right?” If you had looked up at him, you would have seen his bright red face, the way his eyes closed tight as he waited for your response.

“Yeah, I think I’ll let you do it again. That cock is pretty good, Haitani.” You traced your fingers along the lines of his tattoo again, sending shivers through him as they moved.

“Ok cool. Yeah, we’ll do it again.” His grip on you only tightened, pulling you closer to him, trying to hold on as tightly as he could. It wasn’t what he meant, it wasn’t what he wanted, but it would be fine. He said nothing else for a long time, just holding you close.

“Ran, do you want to like… be exclu...”

“Yeah” his answer was fast, you hadn’t even finished your sentence before he replied.  

“Good. Wanna keep that cock all to myself. Too good to share with anyone, ya’ know?”

Ran sighed, relief and joy filling him. He laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, I know it is.”

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skz and the vows they'd write for you.

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a.n: thank you to @a-cute-french-fry and @dorisnumber1fan for brainstorming some of these with me <3 i made myself very delulu with this so ENJOY. happy 3k!!! i love you all muahhh <3

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 chan ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

Chan's warm hands are in yours, fingers tangled with one another tightly- like the sturdy roots of an ancient tree.

“Baby,” he calls out softly, and you can already feel tears well up in your eyes at the tenderness in his voice. His thumb reaches out instinctively to wipe the lone tear that managed to escape. His right hand remains on your cheek, cradling it gently.

“Seungmin always liked to joke that I was nearly half-fifty-two. Then half fifty-three on my next birthday,” he starts, as a faint giggle escapes your lips. “That's how I counted time too, with the different days I lived… That is until I met you.” He pauses, a shaky breath leaving him and crashing onto you. “Suddenly I was no longer twenty-six. I was one week old since I met you. Three months since I’ve loved you. And then five years since you changed my life. Years no longer marked the passage of my time. It was you who marked the passage of me.”

“I always had this idea in my head, that I was only worth loving easily. If I diluted all my problems, concealed all my flaws and insecurities to please the ones around me, only then was I deserving of love. But you...” His eyes soften, even more so than they were before. “But you loved me, you loved me on my happy days, and on my darkest ones. You loved me, even when I couldn't understand it, even when I couldn't see what was there to care for in me. So, thank you, for showing me that I am worthy of love, simply because I am me. Thank you for choosing to be patient with me. You don't always know what to do to help, nor do I, but you try, and I try, and isn't that what love is, in the end? To take time out of your day to try, for the person you love?” His voice cracks, as sudden tears wash over his rosy cheeks.

“And I love you. I love to love you. And I cannot not love you, not when my heart beats to the melody of your existence. I promise that even when I’m eighty, I’ll always try to love you better, softer, gentler. I'll never stop trying to be worthy of your love, to be worthy of being yours. Only ever yours.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 minho ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“Angel,” Minho smiles softly, the back of his hand brushing tenderly against your cheek. “I love you, so so much. You know that, right? I probably don't say it as much as I feel it, because I always do. Every second of my existence is spent loving you. Even when I’m not fully awake, and still floating in that hazy space between dreams and consciousness, I can still feel it deep within me that I love you. It is the one thing that ties me back to life itself.”

“And I never... I never imagined that I could adore someone this much. So much that I always think of you, always miss you, even when you're near. Because I feel as if I missed out on years of loving you, back when we didn't know each other. And I- I want to love you, hard enough so it'd feel as if I’ve done it for your entire life.” He's blinking repeatedly, you're surprised he can still read the words scribbled on his paper. You can sense that the tears glistening in his eyes are on the verge of spilling, so you grab his hand and squeeze it gently. 'I'm here', you silently say- he understands.  

“Thank you for holding my hand. Now, and every time I’ve needed you. Thank you for being here for me, with me. I... I always thought that people like me were destined to be alone. But- but being with you feels like I’m with myself. There's no need for me to pretend. Thank you for not making me pretend anymore. You are my mirror, you and I are one, and I- I hope...” He brings your hand to his chest, where his heart beats wildly- 'stay with me' it sings to you.

“I hope you can always feel my love for you. Now and when we're too old sitting on the patio of our home, and my hand is still in yours. Because my heart belongs to you, it beats for you and I breathe for you.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 changbin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“You're breathtaking,” Changbin whispers in awe, his eyes tracing the contours of your body with each lingering look, like the brush of a skilled artist.

“So are you,” you giggle, but he shakes his head vehemently, drawing nearer to you. “You are the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I can't believe I’m marrying you,” he chuckles in disbelief, before grabbing your hand and twirling you around, showing you off for all to see. 

“Look at who I’m marrying!” he shouts with bursting excitement, as he dips you down, his nose grazing yours gently, a soft touch amidst the loud exclamations around you. 

“Still sure you want to marry him?!” Seungmin shouts from his seat and you giggle, wrapping your arm around Changbin’s waist. “I do!” 

Your laughter gradually fades, as Changbin clears his throat. His head is tilted to the side, a small, incredulous smile drawn on his lips as he contemplates the loveliness of this moment- of marrying you. 

“My baby. My beautiful baby. I think this is the happiest day of my life. But again, every day is a happy one with you. I... I've never known that love could be unconditional, that loving someone would feel as simple as breathing. Until you. Loving you doesn't feel like I’m taking something out of my being, and giving it to you. But rather, I’m nurturing something within me, a blossoming tender emotion that grows within my soul. Loving you...” he steps forward, cradling your cheeks in his warm hands. “Loving you makes me happy, immensely happy. Because you are the sunset that makes people stop in their tracks to admire it. You are the beautiful scenery that gives hope to everyone who witnesses it. And you make me feel alive. More than I’ve ever been before you.”

“And I promise...” he pauses, wide eyes trying their best to embrace each feature drawn on your face. “I promise to love you more today than I did yesterday. I promise to shoulder the pain that slips through the cracks in your heart, the one that you try so hard to conceal from me. I promise to hear your silent cries and to hug you until your soul stops bleeding. I promise to see you, even when you try to hide from me. I promise to hurt if it means you'll feel less pain. And I-” his voice trembles as it washes over your old scars, delicately erasing them from your memory. 

“I will love you. When the pain seems too big, I will love you. And when your happiness shines the brightest, I will love you. I am madly, irrevocably, desperately in love with you. My heart is tangled in yours.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 hyunjin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“My love,” Hyunjin begins before abruptly stepping forward, pressing his lips onto yours. The kiss is dizzying and sweet, it reminds you of the figs he hand-fed you yesterday- honey dripping down his tongue onto yours. “I’m sorry,” he whispers once he steps back. “I couldn't help myself. You're so pretty,” he admits sheepishly, and you giggle, too in love to ever mind.

“Where was I? Right, hi, my love. Writing these vows was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Not because I didn't know what to say, but there is so much I wish to express, to talk about when it comes to you. How my soul seems to burn for you. How you’re my last love, but also my first, because I don’t think I’ve ever truly loved before you. Not when you are love itself. But I… I found this journal entry, from four years ago. And I want to read it to you.” He clears his throat, a useless attempt to erase the quiver in his voice.

“I used to believe that love was meant to be grandiose. Extravagant gestures and confessions that will seem too magical for any ordinary human. That’s what I craved; a love so big it would overtake my being completely. But... But tonight, you played with my hair as I laid my head on your lap. And we held hands while drinking warm tea on your couch. And it felt enough, more than enough for me to lead a beautiful life. One worth remembering, one worth commemorating. All because it’s with you.

I realize now that I no longer have to search for love all around me, because you hand it to me, so freely, so selflessly. You love me on our extraordinary days and our mundane ones. I never have to second guess it with you. We may be angry, sad, or frustrated, but the love always remains. It's the one emotion that ties us together, that anchors us to one another. My compass. You.

I don't think I ever 'fell' in love with you. Because a fall can never be gentle, it always hurts, even if for a little. And you must always get up afterward, in a minute, in an hour, in a few years. You can't stay down forever. But this, what I feel for you, the emotion that makes my heart beat is tender and soft. It feels like walking inside a home where the light is golden, the windows are wide open, and every past version of me finally finds what it was looking for all along. I want to stay in you for a while. For a long time. For the rest of my life. And I’ll do whatever it takes so you’d let me.

P.S: I am sleeping with a light heart tonight. I hope that, for as long as I’m breathing, you will always too. You deserve it, more than anyone who has ever walked this earth.”

There is a long pause, as Hyunjin’s words hang over the air; they knock the breath out of you but simultaneously fill you with life. You step forward, swiping away his tears gently. He brings your hand to his mouth, soft rosy lips brushing against your knuckles. 

 “I guess I've been writing my vows since the day I met you,” he smiles softly, delicate love overflowing from him. “Every painting, every journal entry, was to you, by you, for you. Thank you for being my home. Thank you for choosing to love me, every day. Thank you for allowing me to witness the magic that is you. I will forever and always orbit around you.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 han ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

“Have I ever told you that you're my favorite artist, sweetheart?” Han’s voice is gentle, as he begins speaking. It reminds you of the waves lapping at your feet when he proposed to you. “I feel as if, as soon as you stepped into my life, you began to paint it with the most vibrant colors. The ones I’ve been desperately longing for. Because it is hard… to see the world as a rainbow when you've felt in blacks and whites for so long.” Han’s gaze softens as he spots the tears now trailing down your cheeks. “Shh, don't cry, honey. Or I’ll start crying too, and I don't think I can stop then,” he whispers and you nod, a breathy giggle escaping your lips.  

“My mind used to be a scary place. But it no longer is, because it's now filled with thoughts of you. I like to imagine that you planted yourself a little garden there, vibrant tulips and roses. And these flowers may wither down. But they will always bloom again, watered by my love for you, and your love for me. And I hope you know that I... I'll always be there for you too. When the thoughts in your head won't quiet down, I’ll talk for as long as it takes to distract you. And when you want to sit in silence, I’ll be near you, holding your hand. And when you want to be alone, I’ll be there, lingering around the door, within your reach. In whichever shape you want me, you'll get me. I am here, I won't ever leave you.”

“And now I’m crying too” Han chuckles softly, and through the shimmering veil of your tears, you cling to his hand to see.

“I really, really don't know what I ever did to deserve you. But I know I’ll try my entire life to be worthy of you. For as long as I’m here then there will always be someone who loves you. Someone who is proud of you; for breathing, for trying, for never giving up. Please never forget that. You are my strength, my peace, my home. You are everything I have ever dreamed of in human form.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 felix ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

The golden rays reflect on Felix’s eyes as he looks down at his paper. A summer wedding- he insisted, his only condition to you. It is ridiculous, you wanted to tell him, to expect it to be any season but summer when he is the sun.

“Hi baby,” he grins, twinkling brown eyes captivating yours. “God, I’m so nervous. I rehearsed this ten times in front of chan. I think he learned it by heart now.” You giggle, as Chan’s laughter travels across the venue. “I’m not usually afraid of speaking in front of people. But you aren't anyone. I guess that's why I’m nervous. You look really beautiful today. This isn't in my papers, I just wanted to tell you. Because you are. You're always beautiful but today you're absolutely breathtaking and I can't believe I’m marrying you. Thank you for saying yes,” he pauses, a breathy chuckle escaping him. “I’m rambling, aren't I?” you nod, a wide grin on your face. You love him.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I... I'm known as the massage fairy, right? I think I might've massaged almost everyone present in this room.” The loud cheers of your friends signal that they agree.

“I used to, I mean, I do it because you get knots in places your hands can't reach, and it feels nice, for someone to ease the ache of your muscles for you. And I always thought that massages were strictly physical. That it just undoes tension in your body, nothing more, nothing less. And I never told you, because it sounded silly in my head. But I knew... I knew I loved you when you massaged my shoulders for the first time. Do you remember, baby?” he asks, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “That was two months into our relationship. Which is fairly early, but time means nothing when it comes to you.”

“My shoulders were sore, and when I told you, you stood behind me instantly. You started to massage my shoulders and I almost cried right there and then. Because your fingers worked delicately, and it felt as if you were kneading your love into my body. You lifted an invisible weight off of me that day, an emotional one. I didn't even know it was there until you touched me. That's how I knew you were different, to me. That your touch wasn't strictly physical, that it reached into depths of my soul, that it soothed aches I’m not even fully aware of,” he pauses, drawing in a deep breath.

“You already know this, but I... I never really learned how to deal with sadness, because it all happens so suddenly with me. One bad thought always brings with it ten others and suddenly I am pulled into a pool of horrible feelings. But your hands keep me afloat until I’m ready to swim by myself again. I think... I think you understand my sadness more than I do. Maybe because you're a part of me, two halves of the same heart.” His voice softens at the last word, as unshed tears glimmer in his eyes.

“I hope, I pray, that my hands massaging your sore shoulders would also reach into your soul and heal its ache. And I know I might not make you feel better, instantly, or in a day, or the following one. But I promise that I won't ever leave, even if the bad times stretch forward. I'll be with you, patiently, just as you do to me. I may not understand myself fully, but I know that my soul was crafted to love you. Every atom in me is yours, and that is enough knowledge for me.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 seungmin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

You take a step forward, brows knitted in concentration as you carefully readjust Seungmin’s black tie. Your hands then glide to his shoulders, smoothing the fabric of his suit. “Nervous?” You ask, and he responds with a subtle nod, planting a chaste kiss upon your forehead.

“Don’t be. It’s just me.”

“It’s never ‘just you’ to me.” He gently holds your chin, dainty fingers commanding a cascade of butterflies inside you. “Just look at me, okay?” You smile tenderly and he nods, taking a step backward.

Seungmin draws in a deep breath, eyes traveling over the entire room before finally settling on you.

“I’ve always liked math. I liked the security that numbers gave me, the exactitude of this science. Because one plus one equals two, and no change in our world, however grand it may be, could ever alter it. I liked things that I could grasp, that I could wrap my head around fully. Tangible rules and formulas. They were my safety net. Until you came into my life. You were the wildest variable I’ve ever encountered, and being near you made me crave things I’ve never known. You pushed me out of my comfort zone, but I wasn't afraid to fall into the unknown, because I knew you'd be there to catch me. So, you became my risks and paradoxically, my safety net, all in one.” He doesn’t look down at his paper- his kind eyes never leave yours, and you’re suddenly the only two humans existing in this world.

 “I remember a Tuesday night, two years ago. You slept over at my house, and we didn't do anything special. We just talked a lot, about everything and nothing, just saying whatever crossed our minds. And then you dozed off on my chest. You looked so... Peaceful in my arms, and I was surprised you weren't woken up by my wild heartbeat. Because I suddenly realized that I wanted a forever with you, right there and then.” You both step forward at the same time, hands reaching out blindly to hold one another.

“I’ve always found it a bit weird to crave something to last for a duration that we humans cannot grasp. Everything we know is ephemeral. Everything has a beginning and an end. So, I never really believed in forever, until you. Forever exists because I can't see myself ever not loving you,” a faint hiccup courses through him, as he looks up at the sky- an earnest attempt to stop his tears from falling. It is useless, because once he looks at you again, emotion overtakes him, rippling from him in waves.

“Even- even when we're both no longer here, and my body can no longer contain my soul. Even if I only roam in space eternally, as a small speck of light, my destination would always be you, because my love for you would be the only thing my soul would remember. The core foundation of my being, the essence of who I am is my love for you, and even if everything around me fades, the love for you will stay.” His forehead presses onto yours, a last whisper, only meant for you- “My eternity is you.”

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 jeongin ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

Jeongin's lips graze the inside of your wrist, right where your pulse dances in fervor- for him alone. He looks self-assured, as he lets go of your hand to take out a paper from his pocket. But there is a faint blush tainting his cheeks; it travels down his neck when he clears his throat.

“Baby,” he starts, voice hoarse from barely hidden emotion- the notes of it settle inside your heart. “I don't know where we will be many years down the road, or what we will be doing. But I know that there are things that won't change between us. I know that I’ll listen to all your rants about your favorite show, and I’ll buy you ice cream when you're craving it at 3 a.m. I will still buy two bottles of my shampoo because you love to use mine more than yours. And I like it when you carry a part of me with you, even in such a subtle way. I will still give you my jacket, even when you insist you aren't cold, but I can tell, because I know you. I will...” He sucks in a deep breath, as his vision grows blurry from the tears in his waterline.

“I will make you coffee in the morning, exactly how you like it, down to how many ice cubes you use. I will warm up your towel as you shower and I will fold your laundry because I know you hate doing it. And I- I will hold your hand when we cross the road, and in crowded places, and in the lines of every coffeeshop we’ll go to. I will run my fingers down your spine when you're about to sleep, and I will-” Jeongin's tears splatter across the paper, smudging its black ink. His lips are quivering, as the paper shakes in his hands.

“I will kiss your tiny bruises and remind you to breathe on- on days where...” Jeongin crumples the paper in his hand as he finally looks at you. He’s crying, a stream of tears trailing down his cheeks like a floodgate that isn't planning on stopping. “On days where it seems impossible to.” He finishes, the words he's written long forgotten by him. He didn't need to read them when he had you in front of him- the sole holder of his love.

“And I will hug you tight on nights when your sadness feels bigger than what your body can contain. And when words don't seem to make sense in your head, I’ll- I’ll listen to you, I’ll understand you, I’ll learn you. And I will love you. I will love you and I’ve loved you and I love you. And I- I wish there was a word bigger than love to describe how I feel for you. Because four letters never seem enough when it comes to you. But I am yours, body, heart, and soul. Wherever you go I follow. Till the ends of the earth, I'll be there.”

𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟐 𝐏𝐌 — ft. haitani ran

cw: gn!reader. just smut. minors do not interact. ran is desperate and smitten, heh. he's cute like this i should write more. @hllwflow here it is bae <33

"fuck," he groans, braids slipping across his shoulders and swishing by his jaw when his head drops, forehead hitting your shoulder harshly as he lets out an incoherent moan.

he's got his cock hilt deep inside you, and you're squeezing him so tight, you're so warm and so wet — he can't believe someone else is capable of making him feel so damn good.

he hates it, really. but he's obsessed - he's in denial but he's fucking addicted, and it's why he keeps coming back.

every time, he tells you that this is the last time and that you shouldn't count on him to come back - but he does, and he knows you know he's attached to you, attached to the way you milk him so well.

he's showed up tonight as well, after all - pushing through your door as soon as you opened it, grabbing you by the waist and roughly setting you on the work desk against your living room wall, one hand going between your legs immediately.

you take hold of one of his braids and tug, pressing your cheek to his hair. "feels — hah — feels good?" he only thrusts harder into you, and you know he's pissed that you're trying to tease him - tease him for despising you, despising how you're the only one that makes him cum the way you do, tease him for being so fucking obsessed.

"shut it," he groans into your shoulder, digging his nails into your ass and making you let out a whimper — but the next moment you clench around him, it pushes him past the brink and he cums without warning, cums so hard he has to bite his lip to hold back a moan that he knows would be at least an octave higher than his normal voice.

it makes his face burn, because he just can't keep his composure around you.

he tries, but you know how he's feeling anyway, as he paints your insides white, and you giggle breathily into his ear, which makes him all the more pissed - but fuck.

you're not even close to your high, he hasn't even been going for that long yet, and it hurts his pride - it really does, but he can't care enough about it because you just feel too good.

he pushes through his high, moans building past his throat as he sloppily retains his rhythm, and then he feels your hands around his face.

you lift his face up to yours, and he can't even see you clearly, only noticing now that the lights in your house are turned off. you lift his face up and lean in, kissing him softly, and shit—

yeah, he's made up his mind since the first time to never, ever let anyone know he's fucking you. to never let anyone know he's obsessed with you, to never let anyone know about how he keeps swearing that he wont return but always, always ends up coming back to you.

firstly because it's a blow to his pride, and he knows he'll never hear the end of it from his friends and fellow gang members - the haitani ran, reduced to nothing but messy pieces, just because of the way you feel around his cock?

no, he's never telling anyone about you.

but it's not only because his ego is bruised that he wants to keep you a secret, he knows this, and the second reason glints almost evilly within his mind and within your eyes as you cup his face, carress the rise of his cheekbones and kiss him down from his peak.

he keeps you a secret because he's slowly starting to get attached to you, not just to the way you make him cum so hard but to the way you smile when you see him at your door, the way you kiss him so gently, the way you — you.

because despite how he treats you, fucking you and leaving with only promises of abandoning you (that only end up getting broken anyway) you're impassive to that. in fact, you seem to enjoy it.

probably because you're aware that he's fucking crazy about you.

"ran," you whisper, sweetly, and he tries to snap out of it. pulling away, he lets go of you and steps back, cock still red and weeping — and you smirk. "wanna go another round? or do you want me to help you clean up?"

he hates it - hates how you sit there, on the desk where he pushed you onto, looking so coy and attractive, and so he turns around, dresses himself despite the way he wants to take you up on that first offer, and makes his way out of your place.

you get off the table and follow him to the door, pulling on a shirt as you walk over — and he gives you a distasteful glance as he pauses to put on his shoes. you only give him a smile as he turns to leave. "come back tomorrow?"

"shut up," he hisses, and doesn't look back as he gets out, gets onto his motorcycle and drives away - but he knows, and he knows you know, that he'll always come back.

snapshots

a handful of moments you'd been convinced you were doomed to be stuck in Satoru Gojo's orbit forever - or a handful of ones where he realized he was stuck in yours

pairings: gojo x f!reader x geto

content: MDNI, childhood friends-to-lovers, copious amounts of fluff, crushes, teasing, gojo is so in love it's not even funny, heartbreak, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, threesome, happy ending, will update the tags here as it gets posted lol <3

page one . . .

playground bully | tutoring session

page two . . .

rainy day | happy birthday | prom date

page three . . .

lifeguard duty | long distance

page five . . .

hotel room | goodnight kiss (i) | goodnight kiss (ii) | tennis match

page six - full spread!

page seven . . .

page eight - full spread!

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

HARD TO GET MASTERLIST

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything

pairings. ran haitani x f!reader

tags. drinking, blackmail, angst, explicit sexual content, smoking, loss of virginity, bullying, introverted reader, misogyny, mental breakdowns, reader hurts ran’s pride & ego, slow burn

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satoru gojo

big stretch spider!mangojo webs you up mwahs your tits video games after sex making out with rival!gojo gojo sucks tits when he's bored gojo and geto overstimming your tits desperate gojo deepthroating you wearing gojo's blindfold while he plays with your folds gojo masturbates over your photos overstimulation with gojo praise & degrade gojo loooves edging you just to see you beg shower sex

what a game threesome gojo's hands good kisser gojo gojo loves you and your dick sucking skills cumplay small or large he's good gojo misses your titties and fucks you later on softdom!gojo loves worshipping gojo IS the present male lactation LOL bad time? first time sucking him aftermath

happy trail gojo gojo's dick is pretty he knows how to use it gojo's dick hcs getting off to your reactions giving your bf gojo head gojo loves missionary bf gojo overstims you A LOT while eating you out tits, ass, or thighs? this man fucks hard aftercare with gojo making out & tits gojo loves getting praised so he'll do the favor right back gojo would not complain eating you out for a long time

bratty gojo mirror sex spooning sex late christmas shopping fucking i feel like gojo's top five positions on a certain day would be this p links #1

suguru geto

gojo and geto overstimming your tits bad time?

kiyotaka ijichi

dry humping & making out

hiromi higuruma

higurama loves you and your cum!

events

smut-o-matic event

p links

gojo p links #1

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