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No Nut November series:

Kirishima, Mirio and Shinso

Bakugou, Kaminari and Sero

Shigaraki, Dabi and Midoriya

Todoroki, Tamaki and Overhaul

Monoma

LOV x reader || Choose your story series

part 1 ( start )

will be adding more…

Punishment and Reward series

Shigaraki, Dabi and Hawks

Izuku and Bakugou

Headcanons

thighs, ass or boobs - class 1A

having sensitive nipples - sero hanta; bakugou katsuki; denki kaminari

getting edged - togata mirio; dabi; hawks

showered with kisses - tamaki amajiki, neito monoma; mezo shoji; sero hanta

someone walking in during sex - mezo shoji; tokoyami fumikage; tomura shigaraki; dabi

s/o with sensitive nipples - bakugou katsuki; denki kaminari; sero hanta

cumming too fast - tomura shigaraki; togata mirio; izuku midoriya

roleplay - izuku midoriya; bakugou katsuki; shoto todoroki

getting flashed by their crush - izuku midoriya; denki kaminari; eijirou kirishima

roleplay - izuku midoriya; shoto todoroki; bakugou katsuki

vibrating panties - shoto todoroki; izuku midoriya; togata mirio

riding them - hawks; dabi; bakugou katsuki

sending dick pics - sero hanta; eijirou kirishima; denki kaminari; bakugou katsuki

random kiss from their crush - neito monoma; bakugou katsuki; izuku midoriya

s/o wearing someone else’s hoodie - bakugou katsuki; mirio togata; denki kaminari

dom! s/o - dabi; hitoshi shinsou; hawks

getting called beautiful - tomura shigaraki; tokoyami fumikage; mezo shoji; neito monoma

calling your boyfriend “bro” prank - bakugou katsuki; shoto todoroki

s/o with nipple piercings - denki kaminari; mirio togata; tomura shigaraki

their s/o twerking in showy clothes - dabi; hawks; bakugou katsuki; mirio togata

getting nudes from their s/o - denki kaminari; eijirou kirishima; tamaki amajiki; bakugou katsuki

bratty s/o - mirio togata

reacting to you saying you’d fuck them - tenya iida; sero hanta; izuku midoriya; tokoyami fumikage

reacting to you saying you’d fuck them ii -  denki kaminari; eijirou kirishima; bakugou katsuki; shoto todoroki

reacting to you saying you’d fuck them iii - twice; dabi; tomura shigaraki

s/o complimenting someone else - izuku midoriya; shoto todoroki; bakugou katsuki

meeting their future s/o - dabi; tomura shigaraki; twice

s/o with small boobs - bakugou katsuki; denki kaminari; hawks

waking them up because you’re horny - denki kaminari; tomura shigaraki; bakugou katsuki

getting a ‘thank you’ kiss - kirishima eijirou; bakugou katsuki; tenya iida

getting a ‘thank you’ kiss ii - twice; tomura shigaraki; spinner; dabi

getting called “daddy” - tokoyami fumikage; tenya iida; bakugou katsuki; denki kaminari; kirishima eijirou

caught jerking off - dabi; izuku midoriya; hawks

overstimulation - tetsutetsu; kirishima eijirou; denki kaminari

overstimulation ii - izuku midoriya; sero hanta

pegging - shoto todoroki

shy virgin s/o - izuku midoriya; bakugou katsuki

risky blowjob - bakugou katsuki; tomura shigaraki; denki kaminari

risky blowjob ii - izuku midoriya; kirishima eijirou

risky blowjob iii - sero hanta; tamaki amajiki; dabi

catching their s/o masturbating - kirishima eijirou; izuku midoriya, mirio togata

catching their s/o masturbating ii - bakugou katsuki; neito monoma

catching their s/o masturbating iii - tamaki amajiki; dabi; tomura shigaraki

catching their s/o masturbating iv - denki kaminari; hitoshi shinsou; sero hanta

busty s/o - tamaki amajiki; mirio togata

busty s/o ii - shoto todoroki; izuku midoriya

jealousy - shinsou hitoshi

quiet and awkward - shoto todoroki

crackhead s/o - denki kaminari; hitoshi shinsou; shoto todoroki

fighting and making up - bakugou katsuki; shinsou hitoshi; shoto todoroki

affectionate s/o - dabi

random hcs - denki kaminari

ignoring prank - izuku midoriya

ignoring prank ii - bakugou katsuki

dancing - sero hanta; denki kaminari; shinsou hitoshi

Full Fics

accidental rejection - bakugou katsuki

kissing him to shut him up - tomura shigaraki

first “i love you” - tomura shigaraki

crushing on a healer reader - tomura shigaraki

Drabbles

comforting depressed f!s/o - bakugou katsuki

intense blowjob - izuku midoriya

“it’s my dick in a box” - denki kaminari

A baby? — gojo satoru

Gojo Satoru x wife!reader

Request: Gojo’s wife tells him she’s pregnant for the first time.

tags: husband!gojo, pure fluff, some crack??? brief mention of smut.

note: Gojo was never mentioned to be the heir, however, he is in this au. Also, this is my 1st time using self-insert, I hope you like it!

[Gojo’s one-shots: like father, like son part1, part2]

"What if it's positive?"

"Then you will have a baby."

"And what if it's negative?" you asked, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

Shoko sighed, "Then, you won't have a baby," she responded, pulling out another cigarette.

You hummed in reply, still seated on the toilet, your gaze fixed on the pink pregnancy test in your hand.

"However, I'm sure it will be positive," she added. "You and that idiot have been putting in so much effort for a baby."

"W-We are not," you stammered, face turning red.

Shoko raised an eyebrow as she lit her cigarette, "Everyone heard you. You and Gojo have been breeding like dogs everywhere—the school dorms, the classes, the toilets, and even on missions."

"Hey! We didn't fuck in class!"

"Yet," Shoko replied.

Your eyes widened as you looked at your bestfriend before bursting into laughter, "It's just... Satoru has been rather excited since our wedding day."

"You mean he's excited about not having to use condoms again," Shoko chuckled, but her humor met your silence. She gazed at you, noticing your face downturned, a smile disappearing as you stared at the test.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," you replied, trying to hide your uneasiness with a small smile. However, she wasn't convinced.

"It takes a few minutes; looking at it will only make you more nervous," she said, snatching the stick from your hand and putting it on the counter. "Now, tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed, "I'm scared it will be another negative test and disappoint them."

"Who?" she asked.

You looked up at her, "The clan's elders."

"Continue."

"Merely a month after the wedding, they began forcing me to be examined every time we visited, to confirm if I'm pregnant or not. It's been five months now, and there's been no success. They are growing frustrated. I've seen them, Shoko, casting disappointed glances and whispering behind my back, questioning whether I'm fulfilling my duty..." You struggled to hold back tears, hands trembling as you clutched your head, breathing heavily. The ordeal extended beyond mere tests. They were relentless in their pursuit, dragging you to doctors who pried into the most intimate details of your body and marital life, questioning your fertility as though it were a commodity to be measured and assessed.

"Hey, take deep breaths," Shoko said, throwing the cigarette, and kneeling in front of you.

You followed her advice, gradually calming down.

"Is Satoru aware?"

"No," you replied, shaking your head. "I didn't want him to be at odds with his family."

"You are doing wrong by not telling him. His family arranged your marriage at a very young age and now expects both of you to give them heirs immediately."

"But it's my duty to the clan, I owe—"

"You owe them nothing," Shoko said, cutting you off.

A surge of frustration fueled your response, "You don't understand, they raised me!" you snapped, the words escaping before you realized what you had done. "I'm sorry!" you said, looking down at your lap. "I don't know what to do."

"Do you want your child to be raised like you were?" she asked.

As you were about to reply, she turned and looked at the pregnancy test, "The results are showing, however, I won't give you the test until you answer. Do you want your child to live the same childhood you experienced?"

You looked into her eyes, memories flooding your mind. You realized you never had a single choice for yourself—your clothes, food, education, training, even the way you spoke and walked. Everything was meticulously chosen, molding you into the perfect wife for their heir. If your child were to be a precious girl, she would likely face the harsh label of disappointment, forced to endure the same struggles as you did, destined to be pawned off to another clan. On the other hand, if it were a son, he would likely grow to be just another puppet in their hands.

"No," you shock your head, "I don't want that for my child. I want them to have choices, to be free."

Shoko nodded, handing you the pregnancy test, "Then let this be the first step in taking control of your own life and your child's future. Your child deserves better, and so do you."

You took the pink stick, and there they were — two lines.

Turning restlessly in bed, sleep avoided you. Thoughts of tomorrow loomed on your mind—being forced to go to the clan's compound, enduring their judgmental looks.

Your hand instinctively went to your flat belly, feeling vulnerable. You didn't want your child around them. It was your child, not theirs. You were the one nurturing and growing it. You wanted to protect it, to shield it from anyone who wants to claim your baby.

You felt two strong hands encircling your waist from behind as Satoru pulled you against his chest. Nuzzling his face into your hair, he inhaled the sweet scent of roses, leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder up to your neck.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he murmured.

You froze as his hand gently rested on your belly, questioning if he was aware of your pregnancy. Two weeks had passed since you found out, and you hesitated to tell him. Fear gripped you at the thought that once he knows, the clan will know. However, time was running out, and soon the child's heart would form, he would sense it.

You swallowed hard, replying hesitantly, "Nothing."

Satoru hummed softly; he knew something was off. Gently, he took you by the waist and turned you to face him.

Even though you were now looking at each other, you kept your face nestled against his chest.

"Tell me what's bothering you, doll," he asked.

"I told you it's nothing," you whined, snuggling closer to his chest.

He didn't fully believe you, but he remained silent, knowing that you would eventually open up. Pulling you even closer, he allowed you to rest your head against his chest, his fingers tracing your back smoothly.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened as the words left your mouth. "Pregnant," he whispered, the realization sinking in—the love of his life was pregnant with his child.

Suddenly, he heard sniffles. He looked down, seeing tears streaming down your face.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

You cried harder upon his words. Having no choice, he pulled himself up and brought you to his lap, cradling you against his chest.

"You are not happy," you said, between hiccups.

Satoru started to panic, "No, I swear I'm not... I'm just surprised."

"You have been fucking me raw for months, why are you surprised?" You glared at him.

He chuckled, "Well, It's your cunt clutching around me every time I try to pull out, doll."

A small smile played on your face, "Shoko said that too," you pouted.

Satoru laughed, wiping the tears from your face and kissing your cheeks, "Well, she's right."

You looked into his eyes, surprised at the unusual calmness. It was a stark contrast to the childish behavior of your husband, "Are you truly happy?" you asked, nervously biting your inner cheek.

"I am," he replied with a genuine smile, his eyes gently lowering to your belly. "Can I?"

You smiled and nodded, taking his hand and placing it on your flat belly. Giggles escaped both of you as your eyes met. You yelped in surprise as he gently pushed you down onto the pillows, kissing your belly affectionately before placing his head against it.

"Hello, little one," he whispered. "This is your papa."

A genuine smile graced your face as you lovingly caressed his hair. However, the reality began to sink in at that moment—your husband had found out, and with that, so would his clan.

You swallowed hard, "Would you be disappointed if it's a girl?" you asked, tears gathering again.

"Why would I?" he replied in confusion, looking up at you.

"Because... because your grandfather wants an heir. A male heir."

"Then that old man can create his heir by himself," he said. "Whatever the child is, I will love it the same.”

"But the clan..."

"Fuck the clan."

"This is not a game," you said, panic rising within you. "It's a child, a human being, and we are only eighteen. Heck, we haven't even finished school yet."

Satoru kept his gaze fixed on your face before speaking, "We are fucked."

"We are," you said. "Do you regret it?"

"Never," he replied.

Both of you laid in silence for a while, gazing at the ceiling, your hands clutching.

"I don't want them to raise our child," you confessed, finally voicing the haunting fear. "I don't want them near our child."

Satoru’s mind flashed with memories of childhood. He knew he wouldn't have kept his sanity if it weren't for you—his sweet wife—by his side since youth. He was the miracle, the strongest, the possessor of both limitless and six eyes, yet never seen as a child. His deepest desire was to live a normal childhood—to play freely in the park with his parents, to be tucked into bed and kissed goodnight by them instead of servants, to play in the mud with other kids without them being afraid of him.

"We will leave," he said, turning his gaze back to you.

"Huh?" you questioned in confusion.

He pulled you closer, his hand caressing your cheek, "We will leave the clan and never turn back."

"But we can't—"

"Yes, we can. We are the strongest; they would never manage to stop us," he said. "I want our children to have a normal childhood, and they will have it. Please say yes."

You looked into his eyes, searching for hesitation, but found none. With a nod, you agreed, "We will leave. But," you paused, a smile showing on your face, "I want a cat and a small house."

Satoru chuckled, "Anything you want. What else?"

"I want a small white house with a big garden so our child can play, and a porch for Shoko to smoke in it."

Satoru hummed, his hand returning to your belly, caressing it gently.

"Two rooms. No, three! One for us, one for the baby, and one for Shoko."

"What about Suguru?"

"He can sleep on the sofa," you sneered.

"You cheeky thing," Satoru said, towering over you and placing kisses all over your face. He then looked into your eyes and leaned his forehead against yours, "I will get you the moon if you ask me."

You smiled warmly at him and asked, "Do you think we will be good parents?"

"I will be the best father," he declared loudly.

You rolled your eyes, "You don't even know how to change diapers."

He winced at your words, followed by an awkward chuckle, "Suguru can change them." 

note: this was supposed to be a short drabble, but I couldn't help myself. I hope you enjoyed it anon!

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summary: normal roommates might communicate through text if their schedules don’t align right? well, not you and your roommate. how do you two communicate? sticky notes :) pairing: kuroo x fem!reader genre: pure fluff (srsly, rlly cute tooth aching fluff) you’re both in college; kuroo still plays volleyball for fun with his friends; y’all never see each other until now oop length: 6.2k words (lol whoops) a/n: i suck at summaries im sorry but this is just a really fluffy kuroo fic and pls enjoy!! it was fun writing this in bullet format and lmk if you like it!

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Insanity

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Your lack of sleep makes it seem like you're going insane, then again, your boyfriend has an alien inside of him...maybe insanity makes sense.

Warnings: reader has emotional distress, description of skin and flesh? mentions of sleep deprivation and male genitals, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE! there's also some light SMUT but it will be labeled by 🦋 so you can skip if you want and must be 18+ to read!

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Second part? Umm hell yeah! I gotta go see this movie again cause I wanna see Jaime wink wink. Thank you for all of those who reblogged the last part! If the smut confuses you, be aware that I'm a whore and my page mainly consists of smut. Please make sure you're 18+ when reading and enjoy! 💕💕💕

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“Where could he have possibly gone?!” you ran your fingers over your hair, tears streaming down your face as Miliagro tried to comfort you. “What the hell was that thing?” you shook your head, dumbfounded.

You had been standing, staring up at the hole in the ceiling for the last few minutes, completely dumbfounded that your boyfriend was somewhere up there. You were in hysterics compared to the rest of the family.

“Amá is calling the police, I’m sure we’ll find him,” she rubbed your shoulder, tears streaming down her face too.

A few moments later, your heart rate spiked up the moment a loud crash was heard in the dining room, the already collapsed table now housing your fainted boyfriend who was completely naked.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, hand over your mouth as you ran over to aid him but he awoke abruptly, incoherent words escaping his lips. About to stop him from moving to prevent any injury, you felt your face heat up when he stood up.

“His huevitos!” Rudy shouted, the rest of the family’s breaths hitching before Rocio and Nana started reminiscing about Jaime’s childhood. 

You stepped forward, trying to give Jaime some concealment but he pushed passed you, entirely dazed until he crashed on the couch.

“Ten, tapaló,” Rocio handed you a blanket and you quickly covered him. That’s when you all realized what was on his back. 

“That is the grossest thing I’ve ever seen,” Millie gagged beside you and you frowned at the sight of the bug fused into his back.

~

You sat at Jaime’s head on the couch, Nana waving the vapor rub in front of his nose. You combed your fingers through his hair, the smell, and your touch slowly coaxing him awake. 

His eyes opened, body jolting in shock to see all of you sitting around him. “Where?” his brows were furrowed and he stared down at himself, realization growing on him and being confirmed by a peek under the blanket. “Oh god,” he gaped, shooting up from the couch and keeping the blanket wrapped around him.

“Jaime, wait,” everyone called out, following him but he shrugged everyone off, going into his room.

“Follow him and tell him,” Millie pushed you forward and you got the message as you managed to slide into his room before he slammed the door shut.

“Jaime,” you called out, a smile forming on your face when you saw his bare ass, unable to help yourself. “You need to know something,” you wrung your fingers together, staring at the glowing blue fusion on his back. 

“Hang on, Y/N, I can explain everything. It’s all fine, this is all normal,” he struggled to put clothes on, mainly muttering to himself. “It’s all good,” he laughed, shirt in his hand as he walked over to you, a humorless laugh escaping him as he grabbed your shoulders. “I missed you,” he inhaled before leaning in and kissing you.

You were taken aback by the sudden gesture, but welcomed it nonetheless when you recalled how worried you’ve been about him. 

“Jaime,” you said when he pulled away, licking your lips as you opened your mouth to continue. “Look in the mirror,” you exhaled just as he pulled his shirt over his head.

He paused, doing as you said, his eyes widening when he got a look before a scream left his mouth.

“Just breathe, okay?” you hurried towards him before he panicked even more. “We’re gonna find a way to fix this, okay?” you grabbed his shoulders and he seemed to calm down a bit before you engulfed him in a hug.

“We’re gonna fix it,” he repeated, arms slowly wrapping around you. “I need to find Jenny”.

~

“That’s Cesar to you!” Rudy shouted at Jenny after she became the reason the Taco was ruined. 

You were all sat around the table after Jaime had driven off to go find Jenny to explain everything. You weren’t too pleased he left so suddenly, worry still raking through you from the day’s earlier event. You kept your anger under wraps, thankful to Rudy for laying it on them. 

A few moments later after hearing Rudy cry about the damage done to his truck, he came back in, fury still bubbling in his words. 

“I can’t believe you did that to my truck, after everything,” he cried. “This is all your fault,” he pointed at Jenny. “First, you put a bug inside my nephew and now my truck?!” he screamed, shaking his head.

“Wait, what’s he talking about?” Jenny darted her gaze around the table and Jaime sighed. 

“He means this,” he said, turning around and pulling his shirt over his head so she could see the blue and purple bug glowing along his spine, his flesh pink in the areas it fused to the creature.

“Oh my god,” the family shouted, Milagro gaging at the sight. You on the other hand had grown a quick immunity to the sight, your face straight as you stared at it.

“I’ve seen worse,” you and Rudy said at the same time and you shared a glance for a second before Millie butted in.

“Where?” she furrowed her brows. 

“You don’t want to know,” you said at the same time again, your gaze narrowing at him.

“What the hell is this thing?” Jaime pulled his shirt back down, leaning over the table between you and Jenny.

“It’s a scarab, given to my dad when I was a kid. It’s some type of world-destroying weapon,”  she shrugged, the sight of defeat written across her face aware that this news was not one taken well by the family.

“Great,” Jaime inhaled deeply, hands running through his hair as he walked into the kitchen.

“So did you know this was going to happen when you handed it to my brother?” Millie asked, shooting daggers at Jenny. 

“No! I swear I didn’t. The scarab isn’t activated by any person, it chooses you,” Jenny elaborated. “So that means it chose you,” she turned to Jaime, a look of disbelief on his face.

You were sitting silently beside everyone, arms crossed over your chest as you took in the information you were given. Emotions trickled through you, you were sure you’d experienced all of them at least once today, but hearing the words come out of her mouth, you couldn’t help but crack your stoic face and double over in laughter.

“That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, you’re joking,” you managed between laughs, the family sparing glances at each other and Jaime placed a hand on your shoulder to check on you.

“Ignore her, she hasn’t slept since yesterday. Night shift,” Millie excused you.

“Are you sure she didn’t get the alien inside her? Seems like she’s going insane,” Rudy butted in, twirling his finger by his temple to say “cookoo”. 

“Ay, Rudy,” Rocio waved him off. “As you can see she’s a little out of it from the lack of sleep”.

At her statement, the laughing stopped and you straightened up, composing yourself with a clearing of your throat.

“I’m not out of it,” you defended. You were sure you slept a good hour this morning. “I’m just finding it a little hard to believe that there’s an alien inside my boyfriend’s body, bonding to him as we speak,” you exhaled. “It’s insane!”

“It’s okay,” Jaime reassured, his other hand coming up to massage your shoulder. “You said it chose me, so how do we make it unchose me?” he asked, turning back to Jenny who had a look of softness cross over her eyes as she stared at you two.

“I’m not sure. But if I can get access to the proper technology, we can figure out a way,” she claimed. “I just need a key. It’s located at Kord Industries though,” she said, face falling. 

“I have a way in,” Rudy said. “Come on, cabezon, we’re gonna get that thing outta you,” he pointed. 

“Okay, Jenny, Rudy, and I will go. You guys stay here,” Jaime said, mainly looking at you.

“Are you crazy? I’m going with you,” you shook your head, standing up to meet him.

“Y/N, you haven’t slept since yesterday. You should sleep,” he cupped your face.

“I’m not tired,” you pulled away from him. “You’re insane if you think I’m letting you go out on this without me,” you argued. “I don’t want to miss this,” you frowned. “You have god-knows-what inside you, I should be there,” you reaffirmed, glancing at the floor.

“She’s right, mijo,” Alberto sided with you and Jaime let out a defeated sigh. 

“Okay, let’s go,” he agreed.

~

The former Kord Estate was a magnificent abandoned haven. The secret passageway entering Jenny’s dad’s lab was insane and other-worldly. Nothing about this day made sense and you only hoped there was a cure so you could get on with your lives. 

After Jaime decided a better fit of clothes would be preferred, you followed him and Jenny upstairs. You were both shown into an empty bedroom, presumably a spare one seeing as it had no personal touches added to it. 

You were staring out the window while Jaime was in the bathroom when Jenny came back with a blue tracksuit be she left, a kind smile on her face as she departed. The door shut behind her as Jaime walked from the bathroom.

“I have accelerated healing,” he brushed his fingers over his cheek and you sent him a puzzled look. “Look,” he walked closer to you to show you his perfectly unbroken skin that was red and cut only a few moments ago.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “This is still too insane to believe,” you pressed a hand to your forehead, shaking out a laugh and your boyfriend smiled before pulling you in for a hug. “Does it hurt?” you asked, referring to the scarab.

“Not really,” he shrugged before he pulled off the muscle tee, leaving him shirtless in front of you. “It looks bad, but to be honest, it feels,” he paused for a second. “Normal”.

“That’s something then,” you wrung your fingers together, trying to sound as supportive as you could.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, alright? We’re going to get it out of me,” he rubbed your arms reassuringly and you sighed. “I love you, you know that?” he rubbed his thumb along your cheek and you nodded. 

“I love you too,” you recited. “It’s weird,” you added, glancing around the room. “The silence,” you tilted your head, able to hear nothing. “I’m now realizing I haven’t had a moment alone with you since you got back,” you chewed on your lip, cheeks heating up.

“I mean, we’re alone right now,” he suggested, a knowing look washing over his face.

“I want to savor it,” you nodded, staring into his beautiful brown eyes.

“You can do whatever you want, mi amor,” he traced patterns on your hip with his thumb. 

“I really do need the distraction,” you licked your lips, gaze falling to his lips. 

“Same here,” he swallowed. 

“I think we have time,” you added, hands coming up to wrap around his neck softly. 

“We definitely do,” he agreed, one of his hands sliding underneath your shirt. 

🦋

With that, you both leaned in, pressing your lips together in a soft gentle kiss, one filled with desperation but screamed all the reassurance you both needed.

You ran your fingers through his hair, his hand squeezing your hip as he pulled you closer.

Living with five other people in a small house wasn’t as fun as it usually was. You shared a room with your boyfriend’s sister, your boyfriend was in another city for four years previously, and now that he was back, your schedules never coincided with your night shift. To keep things quick, you and your boyfriend rarely have sex.

His hands ran over your back, one hand finding its place on your waist while the other snaked up to cup your jaw. Your moans vibrated against each other as you pressed your bodies together, closer than before.

You pulled away, guiding Jaime to sit on the closest chair before you straddled his lap. Your kiss resumed as his hands glided over your ass and under your thighs while you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging on his curls. 

He made a move to take off your shirt and you followed through, leaving you in your bra until you got up quickly to shimmy your sweatpants off. 

“Fuck,” Jaime threw his head against the chair, frustration laced in his tone. 

“What?” you frowned, pausing in your movements. “Did you?” you led on, gaze dropping to his crotch. “It’s okay if-,” you shrugged, disappointment in your voice but his eyes shot open. 

“No! Not that,” his cheeks tinted with pink. “We don’t have a condom,” he explained, and you tilted your head up in realization. 

“Oh,” you said. “Well shit,” you exhaled. “So much for a distraction,” you bent down to pull your pants back up before you sat back in his lap, head resting against his shoulder. 

“Soon, baby, soon,” he mumbled into your hair as he placed a kiss.

🦋

You smiled, reaching up for a kiss before a knock on the door was interrupted. 

“It’s Rudy, I’m not coming in cause of last time, but we need y’all downstairs,” he shouted through the door and you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at the thought of last time.

“We should go,” Jaime said once you heard Rudy’s steps fade away. 

You agreed, getting up to move and letting him change before you opened the door. Your boyfriend stopped you though, hand wrapped around your wrist, you glanced at him expectedly.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he said and you grinned.

“Me too”. 

~

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Face masks troubles

-When a friend calls and starts to make you laugh

- the coldness of it going on your face while it sets

- the pain of pulling it off

-how you can’t close your mouth for like a half an hour so you don’t mess it up

- when your nose itches.......

Ugh the struggles

breakfast

😂❤️

keep dreaming! – gojo satoru

synopsis. down bad? … it’s gojo satoru!

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, he basically has a wet dream of you, you wear tinted lip balm, your first kiss w him (??), suguru plays devil’s advocate

notes. remember spring days!au but can be read alone. anyways, enjoy!! I am writing this while sick (yikes). also of course this wouldn’t be canon compliant if i had not included satoru and suguru’s dynamic! I tried my best to apply their interactions during the basketball match + while theyre leaving jujutsu tech as much as i can.

“satoru…” you murmur, looking up at him shyly. the two of you find yourselves alone in the classroom. a greedy smile plays on his lips, and you struggle to formulate words as your eyes travel from his cerulean ones to his lips. satoru can barely contain his excitement, the anticipation radiates from him like an electric charge.

“say it, [name]. tell me what you want.” he whispers back at you seductively, his eyes are spellbound onto yours. you whine before grabbing the collar of his uniform and pulling him onto you. your lips are soft, so soft. you were made for him, he’s sure, as your lips mold together. as a matter of fact, your lips are so soft that they feel eerily like his pillow–

"get up! we’re late to our mission!" suguru hits the top of satoru’s head with the spare pillow on his bed. the white haired boy immediately activates his innate technique to block his best friend’s attacks.

it was going to be a long day.

“it’s unlike you to wake up so late.” suguru’s hands pause over the shoji door of the classroom. his concern for gojo was more important than the imminent lecture they were going to receive from yaga for their tardiness. “plus you totally sucked today.”

their mission had taken an unexpected turn for the worse when the pair had found themselves stuck in an incomplete domain. the narrow escape was only possible as a result of suguru’s quick thinking with rainbow dragon.

the bandaid on satoru’s cheek is a silent testament to the mission gone wrong.

“i’ve just been tired.” satoru mumbles quietly, heat rising to his cheeks as the memory of the dream flashes in his mind. he was too deep in thought to counter his friend’s insult.

something was definitely wrong. suguru raises his eyebrows, “and it has nothing to do with the fact that i caught you making out with your pillow?”

“i– what?” the heat has spread from his cheeks to all over his face. he hopes his sunglasses cover the blush that was blossoming on his face. suguru lets out a breath of relief. satoru’s blush meant that the matter at hand was only trivial…

“don’t tell me you were dreaming of [name],” his best friend smiles knowingly. satoru groans. suguru definitely knew, he was just playing with him at this point.

their conversation is cut short when the doors slide open by themselves to reveal a certain brown haired girl with a distasteful look on her face.

“satoru is having wet dreams of [name]?” shoko remarks quietly, making sure her comment is only heard by the two males. “i would act surprised, but it’s not like you’re above it.”

“just who do you think i am?” satoru looks down at his friend.  

“a real pervert.” shoko simply replied before quickly making her way back to the desk next to yours. 

satoru’s eyes follow her and make their way onto you. like a fly making its way into a honey trap, he can’t seem to look anywhere else. too busy burning the image of you absorbed in your textbook, he absorbs every little detail from the way your soft lips slightly part to mouth the words of the book to the way your leg bounces underneath the table. were you using a new lip balm? there was a subtle shade difference from your usual choice. gojo makes a mental note to ask you for the exact brand for… personal reasons.

in his trance, satoru fails to notice yaga’s scolding. he had also failed to notice how suguru had already made his way into a desk.

“satoru since you seem so eager to continue standing, i assume you volunteer to solve this equation.” yaga angrily taps the blackboard with a worn out price of chalk. 

satoru stiffens up, not because of yaga’s wrath, but because your attention has shifted from the textbook to him. you blink up at him, the image dangerously similar to his dream. satoru gulps, eyes quickly flitting to the equation messily written on the board. 

at least math equations don’t make him feel like his heart is beating out of his chest.

it didn’t take a genius to notice how quiet satoru has been today. as if he were in his own world, you notice.

“i fear that i may have been giving satoru too much attention lately,” you mutter to your two other friends, mind running laps trying to recall all of the intimate moments you have spent with the white haired fiend— all of which could be characterized as highly inappropriate. 

“you always do,” suguru lazily rests his chin on the palm of his hand on the desk across from you. after yaga’s lecture, the seats had been rearranged appropriately so that the four of you could enjoy lunch together. “lay some of your love on us too.” he gestures his chopsticks to himself and shoko who were sitting side by side.

one could argue that the subtle smirk playing on suguru’s lips were a lot more dangerous than satoru’s. you’re afraid that suguru has started a game that will only end with your downfall.

the silver tongued boy seemed to catch satoru’s attention with his comment.

“ha– mad that you don’t pull? get your own girl,” satoru speaks up for the first time, glaring at his best friend through half lidded eyes from above his dark glasses. the half eaten melonpan in his hand was long forgotten.

“last i checked, [name] wasn’t your girl,” suguru places his chopsticks back down on his bento box. 

you could’ve sworn you saw an irk mark appear on the side of gojo’s face. 

shoko, who had been watching the scene unfold, sips on her juicebox silently. your eyes anxiously flit between the two boys.

“if you’re still mad about that mission, step outside. it’s not like i’m the one savin’ our asses every time.” satoru grits his teeth. 

the loud sound of suguru’s chair screeching on the wooden floor reverberates in the mostly empty room, “you and your uncouth mouth,” he accuses satoru.

shoko flees the scene. smart girl. 

you were about to follow her, but suguru holds out a hand for you to stop,

“i’m just about done anyway. please, don’t cut your meal early on my account,” he looks down at you and your full bento box. the black haired boy leaves no room for discussion when he turns his back to leave the classroom. 

when the shoji doors are slammed shut by suguru, your head whips to satoru who resumes eating his strawberry melonpan. 

“what was that? you’ve been acting strange, satoru– what happened on that mission?”

“don’ worry ‘bout it,” you barely make out the words coming out of his mouth that is full as he munches on the pink bread. 

you scoff, “you can’t just expect me to ignore the argument you just had with suguru. and that ugly bandaid on your face?” you point at the skin-colored bandage haphazardly placed on his face. upon further inspection, you also notice the growing eyebags on his face. it was truly peculiar to see any blemish on satoru’s perfect face.

he pouts, “are you calling me ugly?” satoru doesn't take pleasure in upsetting you, but the gradual way you leaned closer to him sparked an unexpected thrill within him.

“no, i’m worried about you. you’re being weird, satoru.” he was far from ugly.

as your back faces the window, the outside light casts an otherworldly glow around you.

“well, aren’t you an angel?” he tilts his head as he leans back in his seat, completely enamored.

“you never stop, do you? you’ve been completely out of it all day!” your scrutinizing gaze zeroes in on gojo who was mindlessly nodding with a dazed out smile on his face. “and judging by the way you’re all bandaged up, suguru was probably right! i mean you totally got roughed up. the great gojo satoru, wounded.” 

satoru blushes at your angry face. he’d say something indecent, but he fears that it would only scare you away. if only you knew that the reason he was all messed up was because of you.

“it's partially your fault, y'know.” cerulean eyes blink at you sheepishly before being replaced by a newfound mischievous look.

he doesn’t miss the way your anger shifts into confusion.

"excuse me?"

satoru continues, “if it weren't for you appearing in my dream i wouldn't have been distracted by that incomplete domain.” he points to the bandage cut just below his right eye.

“dreaming of me now, gojo?" you raise an eyebrow. the uncomfortable heat that was starting to rise onto your face at the new revelation that gojo dreams about you is ignored.

satoru looks away, "can you really blame a guy?"

you huff, ignoring his comment, “i think yaga has a first aid kit somewhere in the closet.” you make your way to check out the forgotten door in the back of the classroom. 

the cool sterility of medical supplies contrasts with the charged atmosphere left behind in the classroom.

when you do come back with the kit, your heart races, praying he won't notice the hitch in your breath as your fingers delicately tend to the nearly healed scratch beneath his cheek. satoru's ability to evoke strange emotions within you is undeniable.

silence envelops the classroom, broken only by satoru's deep breaths. you're so close that you can almost feel the warm gusts of air from his breath on your face.

"your body healed remarkably fast. i'm not surprised," you softly observe, your focus on the task at hand. satoru smiles, his eyes fixed on your concentrated features.

"yeah? well, i have an excellent nurse," he remarks, tapping the freshly placed bandaid on his cheek. "though it seems she missed one of my injuries."

you furrow your eyebrows. satoru points to his expectant lips, a playful pout on his face.

"no," you plainly state.

"aw, c'mon. kiss it better? i almost died today," he pleads, his eyes silently begging. you shake your head, unaware that it was your fault he nearly lost his head during the mission.

"you really want a kiss?" you repeat, catching on to his persistent request.

he nods fervently, his excitement palpable. was that even a question

you think he was pretty insane– requesting kisses from a fellow peer.

“satoru..” you murmur, leaning closer to him. his eyes were twinkling with excitement. the two of you were all alone, left with nothing but each other. this scene was all too familiar. 

the sides of his lips quirk up into a smirk while he watches your eyes travel all around his face. satoru has been fantasizing about this moment since the moment he laid eyes on you.

“[name],” he says, his voice softer than ever, a privilege reserved for those closest to him—especially you.

just a few more inches and your lips will meet… just a few…

slap!

satoru blinks in shock while you giggle at his confusion. he attempts to ask what just happened, but his mouth is sealed. his hand rises to find a bandaid now on his lips.

“you’re cuter when you shut up.”

 you seal your words with a soft kiss placed on his bandaged mouth.

...

gojo satoru explodes, his voice muffled by an adhesive barrier.

“m.rrry.. m.. mph..mph!”

extra: 

all conflicts were resolved by evening when you had strategically set up a mario kart tournament.

right after you (indirectly) kissed gojo, you fled the scene, leaving a flustered satoru all hot and bothered. you ended up screaming into your pillow.. the same pillow that satoru was laying on not too long ago.