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geto hair practice dump

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acting on every urge to annoy the fuck out of your boyfriend, satoru gojo

a/n: fluff, female reader, slightly suggestive scenes

tags: @kenqki @sad-darksoul

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Gojo Satoru had an annoyingly nice ass - rounded, perky, enough to fill out all tight-fitting pants he liked to wear. And the perk about being his girlfriend was that you got to admire it all the time, which was exactly what you were doing. Gojo had his back to you as he sauted something on the stove for the dinner he was preparing for the two of you, blissfully unaware of the intrusive thoughts brewing in your head.

He somehow had a 6th sense for whenever you were about to smack his ass, always catching your hand right before it made contact. But you were feeling lucky today.

You launched up from your spot on the couch, running at him full speed as you wound your hand up and smacked it against his ass with more force than what you intended on using. Gojo jerked forward, grunting as the spatula that was in his hand fell to the floor. He snapped his head around to look at you with wide eyes and his jaw dropped in disbelief - but you were too busy laughing your ass off.

“Woman where the hell did that gorilla strength come from,” he said begrudgingly, rubbing his ass with both palms.

“Sorry,” you said, catching your breath in between laughs. “You’re just standing there all caked up, I couldn’t help myself.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, laughing along with you.

“When I pay you back though,” he began, stalking towards you. It happened so quickly, the way he bent you over so your hands were braced against the kitchen counter, your ass flush against his front.

“It’ll be in this position,” he said, giving your ass a squeeze before he released you like nothing happened, resuming his cooking.

~

Another blissful benefit of being Gojo’s girlfriend was that he liked to sleep in just his boxers. It was your nightly routine to cuddle up against his bare chest, pressing your cheek against his smooth skin and reveling in his sweet post-shower scent.

You trailed your nose along the skin of his collar like you usually did, squeezing against him as close as possible. He stroked your back absentmindedly as he scrolled through his phone, until the urge to bite him suddenly overtook you. You placed a light kiss over his shoulder before sinking your teeth into him.

Gojo let out a dramatic series of “ow, ow, OW”s as he backed away from you, sliding far into his side of the bed.

“The hell was that for?” he said, brows adorably furrowed in confusion at the grin on your face.

“Just for being cute and smelling so good,” you said, scooching closer to him again. He smiled at the compliment, but his brows remained scrunched up.

“Last time I checked you liked how cute and sexy smelling I was, so why are you punishing me for it,” he asked, so close to the edge of the bed that he’d fall off if he moved any further from you.

“It’s cute aggression. Think of it as love bites,” you said sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, trapping him.

“Should I be turned on or scared?” he joked, raising a perfect brow at you. You laughed as you smacked his shoulder.

“Neither. You should be honored. Think of each bite as me saying I love you,” you said, unable to keep a straight face.

Gojo easily freed himself of your grip, flipping so he was laying on top of you with the full weight of his body over yours the way you liked it.

“Kinky. But alright, if thats how you want to be loved then,” he said, before he bent his head down, nipping every inch of exposed skin he could access.

~

You had terrible blood circulation, resulting in a chronic state of frozen fingertips and toes. It was especially worse during the winter - and unfortunately for Gojo, it was an especially cold day.

You unlocked the door to your home, heart warming at the sight of Gojo cozied up in one of your favorite outfits of his: grey sweatpants and a fitted black longsleeve. He looked up from the game he was playing to welcome you home with a smile, beckoning you towards with him with outstretched arms.

You stripped off your outerlayers in record time, practically jumping into his warm embrace. You couldn’t help yourself as you slid your frigid fingers into his shirt, warming your hands against his abs. He hissed as soon as your hands made contact with his skin, tensing up while you sighed in relief at his warmth.

“Ah, so nice and warm,” you said airily, the feeling returning to your fingertips. Gojo mock-glared at you, but made no move to remove your hands.

“You just wanted an excuse to feel my abs huh,” he teased, flexing himself under your fingertips. You rolled your eyes as you laughed, removing your hands from under his shirt.

He reached out towards you, tugging you into his lap as he wrapped both of you in a blanket.

“If your hands are still cold I have something big and warm you can ho-” he began, but he froze as soon as you pressed your frigid toes against the warm skin of his calves.

[ilykii]

hes innocent ur honor, go w him🗣️

thinking about premature death! suguru with a reader who’s constantly worked to the point of exhaustion with all of the missions they’re sent on….

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୨୧・you don’t say it out loud but suguru can tell you’re exhausted

୨୧・the higher ups have been working you to the bone, sending you on mission after mission, back to back, each one increasingly harder than the last.

୨୧・he can see how the lights in your eyes, which used to be so full of hope, are slowly starting to diminish, how you respond slower, how you’re less energetic, how you’re like a shell of who you once were.

୨୧・and he witnessed, on the nights you arrive late and slip into his dorm, the tears that you shed in his arms.

୨୧・all he wanted was to take you away from all of this, to shield you from anything that could possibly hurt you.

୨୧・over time, suguru started to grow spiteful.

୨୧・”you didn’t deserve this,” he thought to himself. you were the purest, kindest soul he had ever met, so selfless, and that’s what scared him.

୨୧・haibaras death really sunk it in for him, how many others of them would die unnecessarily young to protect people who didn’t even appreciate it?

୨୧・his mind started to run. shoko, satoru, you. you. he couldn’t lose you. he knew you, knew you would give up your life for those…..monkeys in a heart beat. they didn’t deserve it, he thought.

୨୧・he would often find himself lost in these thoughts, so full of hate, until you were able to bring him back down to earth with that tooth-rottingly sweet smile of yours, and the way you whispered his name, “suguru?”

୨୧・his hatred for non-sorcerers didn’t waver though, and theres no way you could’ve predicted or stopped what he did next.

୨୧・”He killed a whole village of people. We’re pretty sure no one was left alive and that he killed his parents too,” is what gojo told you.

୨୧・at first, you denied it. no. no, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t, but when you started to piece it all together, the weird questions about cursed energy and the origins of curses, the strange ‘jokes’ he would make about non-sorcerers being a burden to society, you understood now.

୨୧・you were laying on the floor of your dorm room, tears streaking your face, when you heard a bang come from your window, and in came suguru, with the slight scent of iron.

୨୧・you didn’t know what to say, you could really only stare. “….suguru?” you said, waiting for him to say something to make this all make sense, that he was framed or something.

୨୧・instead, he told you about his ideas, about how non-sorcerers were the cause of society’s suffering and how they needed to be eradicated, and about his ideas of a new world.

୨୧・his ideas sounded so far fetched that you could only stare at him with…..confusion? anger? sadness? you weren’t sure.

୨୧・you knew for sure that you weren’t going to turn him in,and definitely that you wouldn’t kill him. you couldn’t. you loved him.

୨୧・and then he proposed something.

୨୧・”come with me,” he said. “and you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore.”

୨୧・you found yourself facing the hardest decision you had ever had to make, life as your knew it, or the man you love and the chance to be free?

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[ilykii]

I can't stop thinking about suguru being a fuckinf crazy pussy eater, to him it's a serious job so he wastes no time putting his hair in a messy bun which you think is so fucking sexy and folding your body in half with your knees almost touching your ears, his hands gripping onto your thighs to keep you still as he sucks on your clit, moving his head like a crazy fucker trying to suck out all the juices from your cunt as you scream at him to slow down, your pretty nails scratching and digging into his huge tone biceps as you try to push him away, only for his grip on your thighs to get tighter, he swirls his tongue around your clit, teasing the bud before bullying his tongue in your tight needy hole, his nose nuzzling against your clit as he tongue fucks your leaking cunt, your tight walls throbbing around his tongue as you grip on his hair, attempting to push his head away once again but obviously that wouldn't work because once he starts, he never stops till he has you squirting on his face, till you make a dirty little mess all over the bed because to him it's just so fucking satisfying your pretty wet cunny covered with your juices which he's definitely going to slurp up and clean with his tongue right after, then he pounds you silly in a mating press till he has you crying and blabbering nonsense on his cock and pump you deep and full with his cum.

#suguru geto smut

[ilykii]

SUGURU TUMMY LUVR!!

Geto is a tummy grabber I fear. It’s such a mindless activity for him: he could be hugging you from behind and, there we are, tummy grab. Driving? Hand on tummy. It isn’t just a resting hand either. He’s gripping the fupa. Geto gets such big heart eyes when he does, a part of him melts feeling the plush weight in his hands. He loves when you wear tight clothing that outlines the puffy part of your stomach; he’s practically salivating waiting to get his hands all over your soft tummy. God knows how bad he just want to see his pale cock dragging against your soft midsection. he aches to cover it all in his cum and lap it up like a dog. His cock jumps just thinking about you riding him, stomach bouncing from all of the motion. The way he’d run his fingers through your stretch marks and then plant his hands on your love handles and squeeze. The curse user is pretty much purring when you let him cuddle your tummy,he relishes the smell of the sacred skin. He doesn’t care what he has to do as long as he can touch your tummy. Geto absolutely needs it

#suguru geto x reader

[ilykii]

Imagine you have a four year old daughter with Suguru and she hears her dad yelling/angrily talking to someone in the cult/whatever. Something which just pissed Suguru off.

She breaks a vase and you rushed to her, “Oops- sorry mommy, I- broke it. Didn’t mean to..” your daughter has Suguru’s hair falling on her face as she pouts. You of course kneel down and smile, nodding gently. “It’s okay sweetie, I’ll tell Daddy and he’ll fix it.”

The facial expressions on your daughter’s face change a little, pouting and almost quivering as she hugs you. “Mommy please don’t tell Daddy I’ll never do it again.”

Now you have NOT a single clue why her favorite person in the world is someone she’s getting scared of. “Why baby?”

“Cus Daddy’s gonna get mad-” Suguru has never once been mad at her, or you in front of her, despite the arguments you might have.

That was the day Suguru stopped talking on the phone with anyone who can piss him off 😭

[ilykii]

worth

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: the past comes back to haunt you, as it usually does.

warnings: angst, allusions to disassociation, hurt/comfort, mama is sad

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year five.

"wait for me," satoru tells megumi, as soon as he starts walking away. 

you're watching as megumi hangs his head, looking like he'd failed at his one objective--escaping--and turns around, glaring at satoru. 

you've all been out shopping for the past two hours. getting the kids new clothes, shoes, whatever else satoru swears they need... 

honestly, he's kind of cute running around like a maniac from store to store. showing tsumiki a cute dress she could wear, or teasing megumi into trying on a sweatshirt that matches his. 

it's quite possibly the only reason you haven't complained. 

or pointed out that both of the kids are on the verge of whining all the way home. or that he doesn't need to spend 100,000 yen to make them happy. 

"hurry up," megumi tells the man, basically growling at him. 

satoru grins and ruffles his hair, resting a hand on his back as the two of them begin to navigate through the crowd. mostly likely, neither of them knows where they're going. 

you're not even sure where a bathroom is in this district. 

"we'll wait here," you call out, nudging tsumiki. satoru turns briefly to give you a little peace sign, a little grin, and then he murmurs something to megumi you can't hear and they're both gone. 

you're a little worried about them being alone together in this state but you ignore it.

"guess it's just you and me, miki," you say to the little girl at your side. she beams up at you, nodding. "do you want to sit down? how do the shoes feel?" 

"mmm," she looks down, blinking at the sparkly shoes satoru insisted were perfect for her. "they're rubbing at my ankles a little." 

"we can get some new socks, too. that should help. c'mon, i think there's a bench over there." 

she grabs your hand as you begin towards the bench, humming something under her breath. 

you look down to smile at her and don't notice the person walking by, accidentally bumping into them. "oh, i'm sorry, excuse us--" you turn and your entire body lurches away from you. 

for a brief moment, you're not yourself. your conscious moves in an instant, ready to defend itself from everything, anything. you're not yourself, but someone else. someone you used to know very well. 

"i--" you breathe, freezing at the person in front of you. 

tsumiki pulls on your hand a little, confused when you stop suddenly. she looks to the woman standing in front of you, with a bizarre look on her face, and then tsumiki's brown eyes go back to you, her face riddled with curiosity. 

"y/n?"

i don't remember a lot about her but i remember hugging her when she got home from work, and the way she said my name-- 

you want to forget it all. 

it's clear now, several years later, that you would rather forget everything about her--about this woman standing in front of you, basically a reflection of yourself--than have to do this all over again. then have to face the memories of what she did to you. then put that child through any of it. 

"hi--hey," you say because you have to. 

here's the thing about seeing your mom for the first time in a decade: you can't just pretend you didn't. 

you'd like to turn right around and walk away. you'd like to pretend that you've grown sometime in the past nine years, that you've turned into someone who doesn't need to stay and talk to her. you'd like to think that you're someone who can cut her right out of your life and feel all of the better for it. 

but you're not. 

you can't run away from your mother. you can't apologize for bumping into her and turn around with tsumiki's hand in yours and forget about it. actually, you can't even move right now. 

because there's still this girl inside of you.

there's still this child, a teenager who tried so desperately to earn the approval of this woman and never got it. who tried so hard to be everything that this woman wanted, but could never try enough. 

and she's clinging to your chest right now, breathing into your skin like a toxin, digging her nails into your heart and begging you to try again. telling you that you've got another shot, a chance she couldn't have--

so you can't leave now. not when you owe it to her, to yourself to try, to trick yourself into believing that it was just a fault of your own, that your childhood memories are only the result of some flaws you've already fixed. 

you can't walk away when your mind is stuck on her, her, and--tsumiki. 

your broken eyes turn to her.

your little girl who is standing right beside you, waiting for your next move. if you told her to run, she would. if you told her to stay by your side and say nothing, to hide behind you, she would. she wouldn't even ask you what was going on. 

but for no reason at all, you can't tell tsumiki anything. you can't whisper to her that it's fine, that everything is fine. you can't introduce her or drag her away. 

you can't do anything and it's never felt worse. 

"i thought that was you," your mother says, tilting her head at you. she's staring like this is just a casual bump in. like you're colleagues who haven't seen each other since she went on vacation. "you look... grown." 

you feel naive. there's nothing you can say to this woman to prove to her that you're better than you were. that you're far too good for her.

"thanks," you whisper, even though you know it's not a compliment. it's an instinct to appeal to her. to be polite and perfect.

your mom clasps her hands together. if you were looking at her--which you're not, you wouldn't dare--you might be able to tell that she's uncomfortable with you being there. almost surprised. 

maybe she just assumed that you'd die as soon as you left the comfort of your childhood home. maybe she thought that they would've kicked you out of jujutsu high a day after you arrived, leaving you to starve on the street just like she did. 

"well, how are you?" 

you swallow. "i'm good." 

she nods, and then she looks to your side and finally notices tsumiki there. 

tsumiki, with her precious face, her beautiful brown eyes, and carefully organized hair. 

you're not sure what your mother sees when she looks at her.

you wish more than anything that you could hide her. you don't want your mom's--you don't want this woman's eyes on her. you don't want her to say a single word to your daughter. 

"and who's this?" 

but you can't just send her away. you have no idea where satoru went, and tsumiki can't walk around on her own. not right now, not when you're so preoccupied. 

you just can't walk away. 

tsumiki holds her hand out, just like you taught her. "i'm tsumiki fushiguro." 

"it's nice to meet you," your mother answers, shaking her hand warily like she's certain that she might get an infection from tsumiki's skin. and then she looks at you, not daring to ask what she wants to.

you clench your jaw, wanting to slap her hand away from tsumiki. 

you should've put up a barrier a minute ago. the only possible block between you and a woman who doesn't deserve the pleasure of meeting tsumiki. who deserves no explanations from you. 

but your cursed energy is frozen in place, and you know that if you shut yourself in, you'll never get back out. 

"my daughter," you add, a bit louder now. 

your mom's eyebrows raise immediately and she pauses, looking between the two of you, searching for some useless resemblance. like it isn't obvious that you share a bond, just from the way your hands are intertwined. like it's not obvious that you braided tsumiki's hair, or helped her pick out the shoes she's wearing. 

like it might not be true. 

still, she asks tsumiki, "how old are you?" 

"twelve." 

and you know where her mind goes immediately. thinking that it can't be possible. she knew you when you were twelve, and you certainly weren't pregnant with the little girl standing beside you. you certainly weren't developing any maternal skills locked away in your room, with only the curse that liked to hide in the walls to teach you.

it brings that resentment to the surface of your core, threatening to burst through your skin. you feel suddenly so angry you can't bear it. 

and you're not that girl anymore, you realize. you haven't been since you met nanami and haibara and satoru. 

since you learned that you were only a child and not a trophy that needed to live up to its name. 

"well," your mom sighs, shaking her head. "i can't say this is what i expected." 

"excuse me?" 

"really, what do you know about children, y/n? don't you think you're a little young?" 

tsumiki looks up at you with a frown, about to ask what she means when you stop her. 

you squeeze her hand and look away, into the eyes of the woman who created you--who has that string of biology she just judged you and tsumiki for lacking--and still didn't care. 

she is nothing if not the proof that dna means absolutely nothing. 

"what do you know about children, mom?" you repeat, rhetorically. "at least i know that a ten-year-old shouldn't spend every hour of the day locked in their room, waiting for someone to come let them out." 

"i'm shocked that you--" 

"at least i know that a child is a gift and not a toy to hide away when you get bored of it." 

your mom scoffs. "i can't believe this--"

"neither can i," you say and look to your daughter, who's got wide brown eyes and a confused sort of fear on her face. she doesn't need to hear anything else you have to say to this woman. you smile at her, soft as ever. "go look for dad, okay? he shouldn't be far." 

it's been five minutes, and satoru's probably right around the corner, you rationalize. he's going to come pick up tsumiki and rescue you any second now. 

tsumiki nods immediately, letting go of your hand. she turns to go do what you said, but before she can there's a strong hand on your shoulder, a body right beside yours, and you almost gasp in relief. 

"found him," tsumiki tells you, softly. 

you turn to satoru, wanting to beg him to carry you away from her, to get you away from her--but the words won't come. you're too struck by the view of his face, and the knowledge that when you finally escape from this, he's going to be right there. 

satoru was there the first time, and he'll linger for the second. 

his shaded eyes look back at you, observing for a second, reading your mind, and then he turns. 

megumi is trailing at his side, holding a shopping bag. he looks between this stranger and you, a cautious look on his face. 

tsumiki is telling him something without any words. 

"hello," satoru says, smoothly, breaking the silence. "i don't believe we've met. do you know y/n?" 

your mother frowns, scoffing. "i'm her mother." 

you can see it when satoru reels back, looking between the two of you for a moment, an intense realization on his face. 

maybe he can see the resemblance. the face that might be your own in just a few years. 

or maybe, finally, he can feel the horrors of being raised by her. all of the things you've never dared to tell him. 

you're pleading satoru for something with your eyes but you're not even sure what.

"there's another one?" your mom asks, almost disgusted, as satoru processes. "how old are you?" 

megumi frowns. he walks over to tsumiki, who's already picked up your hand, and asks you: "this is your mom?" 

you nod at him, relieved more than anything that he's there, with the rest of you. and that if you can't explain, satoru will handle it. 

megumi considers it for a second. "are you sure?" 

and you want to laugh so abruptly that it shocks you. you want to grab him by the face and kiss all across his cheeks. 

tsumiki is already smiling at you like she knows this. her grip is strong against yours.

satoru smiles at your mom, a vicious ugly thing. "did you need something from her?" 

"i--no, we just ran into each other," she tells him, seemingly confused by his entire presence. she looks at you. "who is he? another child of yours?" 

satoru licks his lips. "not quite." 

you're about to answer when he grabs your empty hand, shaking his head. "i don't think there's anything y/n needs to say to you," he tells her, coldly. then he looks at you. "is there?" 

"no," you whisper, coveting the feeling of his hand in yours. the two children at your side, who know what it's like to be loved. megumi and tsumiki, who will never feel unwanted, as long as you have a say in it. 

satoru nods, guffly, and turns. "it was a pleasure to meet you," he says, and he moves all of you away. you can almost feel it when he shields the three of you from the rest of the world.

with his hand in yours, the other in tsumiki's, and megumi on the other side of her, satoru leads you all away from her. 

and you let him. because the three of them are more of a family--a better, safer one--than that woman ever was. 

you can't thank them all for being there, being yours, in this moment, but you will. 

at least you know that. 

*

satoru has been watching you for hours. 

since you all got home and the kids' questions began. 

that was your mom? 

yes. 

why haven't we met her before? 

i haven't seen her in a long time. 

was she upset? 

yes. 

why? 

because i'm happier than she thought i'd be, you said, i have a better family. 

are we going to see her again? 

absolutely not. 

after that, the two of them quieted. satoru could tell that they had more questions, that megumi was curious and tsumiki was worried--but neither of them continued. 

it was almost unspoken that you couldn't take much more. that you needed a break from it, even if you wouldn't say. so they both moved on, resuming their usual antics and talking about the clothes they got, when and where they'd wear them. 

well, mostly tsumiki. but megumi entertained her thoughts for a while at least. 

satoru just watched you. the tiny break within your eyes, the gap between you and the rest of the world. you've remained all the same since you got home. cursed energy small, unchanging. your face in one position like it'll kill you to move it. 

satoru can't stand it, but he doesn't want to intrude. he doesn't want you to push him away too. 

so he only sat there, trying to fill your role (which was impossible) at the dinner table. 

and several hours later, after dinner, after space, satoru still hasn't brought it up. 

but he doesn't get the chance to. because as soon as you've put both of them to bed--insisting on tucking them in and talking to them both separately tonight, like you're making up for something--you're sneaking into satoru's room. 

and he's waiting like he always is. his arms are wide open when you walk into the room, and there's not a moment of hesitation before you fall into them. you don't blink or breathe before you're right against him, keeping yourself up with nothing more than blood and bone. 

satoru hugs you close to him, trying to let everything he feels go, just for you. 

(because he's just angry. 

he's angry that she showed up and ruined your day. he's angry that he wasn't there to keep it from happening. he's angry that when he walked over he could tell there was something wrong because you were frozen--because you were almost barren. no cursed energy, no expression. nothing to draw him to you like usual. 

and he's so angry that he can't do anything to fix it. 

so angry that being the strongest sorcerer of the modern age means nothing when he really needs it to. 

satoru isn't a person who hates. he never hated the people who attempted to tie him down as a kid so he couldn't escape observation. he didn't hate toji when he cut him through the throat. he didn't hate suguru for leaving, or yaga for asking why he didn't stop him. 

he doesn't hate. 

but he hates her.

for taking your face and twisting it around. for stealing your childhood and pretending like she didn't. for holding your precious heart in her hands and acting like it was nothing of value.

he hates her.) 

you both sit there, rocking back and forth, sinking together for a moment. 

and then you sniff, and satoru closes his eyes against your head, not sure what to say to make it all better. 

what he can do to erase this feeling from your body. what he can do to prove to you that you're worth so much more. 

"do you think i'm a good mom?" you whisper to him, as he moves back and forth. 

his heart pauses, needing a moment to consider this. to not feel a fire in his soul at the very suggestion. 

satoru pulls back, frowning. and he makes sure that your eyes are on his when he says, "there's not a person in the world who could take better care of them than you do," he swears, feeling like it's the most honest thing he's ever said. 

he wants to brand the words into your skin just so you never ask such a ridiculous question again. 

"thank you," you say, voice breaking, and satoru wipes the tears falling down your cheeks away. each one a different memory, a terrible moment where someone showed you that you didn't matter. 

and when they continue to fall, satoru continues to wipe them away. 

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks, almost hesitating. he's not sure that he can handle hearing about it--but he would if you needed him to. 

"not tonight," you whisper and fall against him again. 

satoru holds you close. 

and he swears, to whoever is listening, that he'll love you enough to make up for that woman. he'll love you enough to make up for everything.

he loves you enough to be sure of it. 

*

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[ilykii]

nvy you always manage to make me scream

no matter what, you’ll follow him to the ends of earth.

in which you resolve to defect with a jaded geto suguru.

Warm fog and curling wisps of smoke are the first thing your eyes see, the dreary atmosphere enveloping you in something you can only describe as warm commiseration. The cloud-like formations part when you swat at the air, coughing lightly at the burn in your throat, the sting in your eyes when your nose scrunches up in dismay.

He’s been smoking too much.

“Suguru…? Shoko told me you haven’t been out lately…” The door gently clacks, whining on its creaky hinges when it closes behind you. Your steps are slow, feet almost hesitant to venture deeper into his bedroom with a hand over your mouth and your eyes blinking rapidly at the strong provoking of cigarette smoke and lavender incense intertwining with each other against your face.

It should only have been about 2 days since he got back from his last mission. Just how much did he smoke…?

There’s silence and no acknowledgment of your intrusion, his back is still turned to you in favour of staring out his window as he takes another drag of his cigarette, his mind too far away from his physically body as the tendrils of smoke twine tight around his form when he exhales another puff.

The second thing you see is a sight that makes your heart wrench, a coincidental turn of his head when his senses pick up on a twinge of familiarity, swiveling around only to meet you.

“…ah.” It seems he’s only just noticed. His eyes are heavy and disoriented, red with grief and longing and yearning when he hurriedly puts his cigarette out in an ashtray that was looking a little too full. “I’m sorry…” Perhaps it was out of courtesy for you, or perhaps it was the subconscious guilt of having you catch him in the act that made him feel like he was the one in the wrong.

Maybe he was. He doesn��t know anymore. What excuse could he give you? What is he going to say to lessen the blow of your words towards this wretched habit of his?

That it wasn’t much, that it’s only the— How many packs has it been now…? He doesn’t know that either. And what is he going to say about his room? The mess of clothes and his unwashed uniform, cans and plastic bottles that litter the floor, the half-hearted study notes, the plastic packaging of convenience store food— and not to mention the cigarette butts all about.

(And when was the last time he took a shower…?)

Disgusting. He’s disgusting. He shouldn’t have done all this. You can see his hands tremble, his pale fists in tight circles and his face gaunt and dehydrated.

He looks like he was about to cry.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” His eyes are fixated on his windowsill, his front fully turned to you and stepping forward only just that one step— In efforts to hide the overfilled ashtray and empty cigarette packs littering that little area. It has him overcome with a feeling of disgust and regret, compounded by the way your soft footsteps neared him with every passing footfall.

He really doesn’t know anymore, so he chooses to accept it.

Scold him, berate him. Tell him that he was wrong, that he shouldn’t have indulged so much, that he should’ve refrained from this— because he doesn’t know how to differentiate black from white anymore. And maybe, just maybe he’ll feel something worthwhile from your words. Maybe he’ll finally find some sort of comfort when he hears you and your soft voice chiding him for being so disgusting—

But all he feels is your arms around his waist and your cheek against his chest, your warmth against his cold, wretched self. He can feel that it was meant to be comforting, meant to say the words that were hard to be said. Yet, all he hopes for is that the bones on his ribs aren’t digging into your skin, that you won’t feel suffocated by the overwhelming stench of tobacco; that you won’t hate him for what he is right now. His shrivelled conscious bites back a sob from his lips, a cry for help.

The last thing you see is a bare, vulnerable Suguru. He’s relaxing into your touch as you massage Satoru’s expensive, strawberry-scented shampoo into his scalp, his shoulders slumping forward and eyes closed in temporary bliss that makes him think that life may even be worth living.

He sits upon his familiar bath stool, the furo-oke steaming with warm water, the fog hiding away his clear view of you from his bathroom mirror as he continues to let you rub far too expensive shampoo into his once grimey, unwashed hair.

“How are you feeling?” Your arms wrap around his neck from behind when he’s been washed down with hot water, your cheek resting on the crook of his neck as you speak with a tone so tender.

“Better.” That wasn’t a total lie. He does feel good now that you’re here, barely dressed and in his shower together with him as you wash his back, clean out his hair. If circumstances had been different, if he didn’t feel this way… Maybe he would’ve had enough shame to be shy about how you were pressing yourself so intimately close to him. Maybe he would’ve been more ashamed at the fact that you had to help him take a shower— Hell, you even prepared a bath for him.

He should be humiliated, but he just can’t find it in himself.

“Are you sure…?” Your voice is soft and soothing in his ear as you close your eyes and listen to the droplets of water dripping down from his hair and onto tiled floor beneath you, unafraid of getting your already thin clothing wet as you entrap him in your hug.

“…why wouldn’t I be?”

——

“What kind of woman is your type?”

There’s a blank stare from unimpressed amethyst, clearly taken aback by the question and nearly choking on his drink, all whilst your eyes are closed in hard thought, your fingers tapping against the chilled bottle of oolong tea you were sharing with him.

“Someone like Shoko.” Your answer comes without any hesitance, slipping out of you in quick succession with a smile; your type simply getting spilled out in a lob of truth.

(There just isn’t a better answer out there for you.)

“Ah, senpai! That’s such a good answer!” He wipes off the remnants of sticky cola from his lips with the sleeve of his uniform as cheery brown turn to meet you. “I personally like girls who can eat lots and lots!”

“Oh, my juniors are so cute!” Manicured hands jubilantly ruffle both short brown and your own head, rubbing your scalps with affectionate gratitude for your answers. She pulls away from both your smiling faces, her eyes aimed towards the cursed spirit manipulator as he scrutinizes her every movement.

(She’ll ignore how he almost lunged at her when she was rubbing your head.)

“And what about you, Geto Suguru?” And his name leaving her lips has him perking up in attention, purple eyes narrowing and his back straightening all the more.

“And who might you be?” His head is tilted to the side in raised suspicion, his body shifting only the slightest bit closer to you to create distance between you and the— Unknown lady.

“Someone who you’ll be getting to know real soon.” She tacks a wink on as her blonde hair swishes around her, her pose oozing confidence and self-assurance as she turns towards you and Haibara.

“Sorry, but I’ve got some business with your sad friend over here. Could I trouble you both?”

“Oh, not at all Miss!” Haibara’s already up and about, jumping onto his feet as he puts his hand out in assuring motions. “I gotta run off to meet Nanami for my mission soon, anyway!” And he leaves with an exuberant goodbye, running backwards to constantly wave his arms about and hooting his parting message.

“I’ll buy some sweet souvenirs for you all, senpais! Don’t miss me too much!”

And that left only you.

Your first instinct was to turn towards him, catching a nod and his eyes meeting yours. “I’ll be fine.” You feel him land a pat on your head in reassurance, a breath getting sucked in through his teeth as a gentle smile forms on his face. “Would you mind waiting up in my room for me? I’ll be right there.”

He just didn’t look so reassuring with his malnourished form and pale skin— You were worried.

“Don’t worry,” He feels your grip on his hand tighten before letting go, bowing politely to the beautiful woman as you leave the two of them alone when you chose to believe his words.

“It’ll be okay.”

——

Gojo Satoru is generally a quick responder. His messages covered in a flurry of kaomojis and exclamation marks— Not to mention the plethora of selfies he makes sure to spam attach.

But he’s chosen to switch to calls a lot more often now— Or whenever he’s got breathing time inbetween all the missions the higher-ups were shoving at him.

(He really wants to kill them all for this.)

“I don’t know, Satoru— I thought he was getting better,” You’re barely holding yourself together as you sniffle, holding a pillow close as you try not to cry even harder. “But it doesn’t feel right…”

“I don’t think I’m helping him at all.”

Gojo Satoru always liked how susceptible you were to the emotions of others, picking up on hints of hidden feelings and empathetic to the core. It awed him.

Which was why he trusted and liked you so much, knowing that you would care for his significant other in his absence.

His foot taps against the carpet of the hotel room as he hears you sniffle once again. “You’re doing fineeeeee,” He hums, a hand combing through snowy white. “He’s Suguru! He’s wayyyy strong.” And capable. And almost as handsome as he was.

“Though,” He stops momentarily, hoping that he sounded assuring enough to soothe your troubles. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s lost some weight.”

Cause help can only be given to those who want it.

“Just do what you can.” He’s laying back against the bed, his long limbs spread out against the soft material. “I’ll be back with lots of new sweets for ya both to try! And I heard Haibara was gonna buy some sweets back too!”

He’ll see to it himself to make sure that he feeds you both so much that you can’t even think about your troubles anymore!

“So just get some rest to pretty your sweet self up a bit, yeah? Don’t worry too much.”

——

And you’re hit all too sudden by the unthinkable, heart dropping to your stomach as Geto Suguru stands before you— Stained with the blood of 112 villagers as the wind whips through his loosened hair.

Your mouth can barely form the words, your petrified gaze stuck on him as your hands feel clammy and your blood starts to run cold.

“Sugu— Suguru… You— There’s no way— I-I don’t belie—!”

“There’s no mistake,” His smile is too tender as he cuts you off, his eyes far too at ease with the breeze on his skin. “I killed them all.” It’s his sin, his trouble to bear— Yet the guilt pours out with every syllable he surrenders to you. He knows there’s no return, no salvation for him. He knows you won’t, but his heart aches, hopes that one day, you might forgive him for this sin.

(Because maybe only then— He’ll be able to forgive himself too.)

“I found a purpose to my life. My calling, even.” You know he didn’t have to explain himself to you, didn’t have to come here after committing his crime—

Didn’t have to come back for the sake of you.

But he thinks you deserve to know. You deserve so much more than this accursed system, deserve so much more than this cursed life tied to helping these monkeys.

“So I’m leaving.” For a better place, to find a future he can see himself wanting… Even if he can’t bring Satoru, even if he can’t have you.

Because he knows— Knows firsthand how your heart is soft, worn on your sleeve and given freely, how your kindness and love was entwined with your very soul— So he doesn’t have the heart to put you through the suffering and torture his damned self was doomed with.

Doesn’t have the heart to make you go against your loved ones. So when his back turns to you, the clawing at his heart and expecting a barrage of tears and your broken, betrayed self that he has to steel himself to leave behind—

“If— If you’re going to leave,” It weighs heavy on your tongue, makes an ache in your gaping heart as your weak grip struggles to hold on. The trembles of your fingers, the tears in your eyes and the feel of the glowing warmth his palm radiates.

This was the happiest he’s been.

It makes your heart swirl in an unsteady assurance, you bite your lip to push down your urge to cry, to stop feeling the comfort holding his hand brings you when he looks at you so softly.

It’s a decision you never wanted to make, never even bothered to entertain. It was made on a whim, with no prior thought— Fuelled solely by the love you harboured for the one named Geto Suguru.

“Let me come with you…!”

It makes his heart flutter and pound against his ribcage, time feeling like it was frozen when he sees the tears in your eyes and the way you cling onto the last bits of his bitter hope. It makes his heart feel like it was going to burst out of his chest, adrenaline coursing through his blood— And he couldn’t control what came next, his lips upon your own in a kiss that caused you to freeze up, your warm tears a juxtaposition against his cold lips. It felt like poison on your tongue, crawling immorality threatening to spew out of your mouth when you realize you’re kissing someone who was already taken. Someone who cannot be yours, even if you wanted it to be.

Yet, you don’t want to stop.

He’s disappointed when you don’t return the kiss, pulling away with stark dismay, your eyes swirling with lost confusion, wide open in shock as you only feel words of disgust and regret dying on your lips.

He hushes you— Already anticipating what you can’t say when eaten up by guilt.

“Satoru and I were supposed to tell you together.” You feel him stroke your cheek, his eyes closed when he leans his forehead against yours. “We were supposed to ask you to be ours—“ He chokes slightly, his wording coming out just a bit ragged— A bit despaired.

“Together.” But it’s gone in the next moment he opens his eyes for you to meet hopeless, steeled amethyst.

“I love you.” He says it to break your weary silence, says it to give himself to you in his entirety— To prove that he wasn’t lying.

And you think love might be the most twisted curse of them all.

——

“I know it’s selfish, Satoru.” His smile is so empty, so full of pain, reflecting all the anguish of his decimating hope. This street that glowed the under the sun’s rays as he stands within the crowd, the blur of faces brushing past him as he stares head on into distressed blue.

“But if I let her see you… I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

Geto Suguru will not lie to himself. He knows that you weren’t made for the path he was going to take, knows that your heart wasn’t able to fortify itself against this world.

Knows that Gojo Satoru was just as dangerous as he was for you.

Yet, he wants to keep you all to himself. Fears that Gojo Satoru will be able to change your mind. Knows that his path might end in a bloody future where he loses both of you.

And he accepts it all the same.

“You’re fucking crazy, Suguru!” He’s aware.

“There’s no damn way that would ever work!” He knows.

“Why—“ A heave of dry air. “Why do you have to do this?!” Because this was what he deems right.

“Kill me if you want, Satoru.” His back is turned to him in this seemingly endless crowd.

“Maybe there’s meaning to that, too.”

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#satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader

[ilykii]

satoru wasn't a fan of lingerie, he hated the fabric and hated the fact that he had to be delicate when stripping it off of you. of course, he's all for making love, satoru was the king of making love, but he also likes when you can be comfortable before the both of you start fucking.

the thing that turned satoru on the most and had his dick standing at attention for you was some shorts and a tank. when it looks like you just got out of the shower and settling into bed, that's what got him going.

everyone else can keep the lingerie, the only thing he wanted to see from you was no bra and your shorts riding up on you so that he has an excuse to get them off.

“fuck, you look so good.” whispering in your ear how good you look while his hands jointly slide down into your shorts. there was no need for you to dress up for him, especially when it came to panties and a bra.

natrually he loved how everything fit and looked on you, there was no doubting that, but he didn't want you to get into a frenzy about what new set to get to please him and him only.

“hey… don't even worry about it, just throw those shorts on hm?” and you'll smile at hus reassurance, because he loved the basic shit and there was no need to get riled up over not knowing which color bra to get.

satoru loves to get down and rough with things, it was in his nature too, he just can't help it. the feeling of the thin fabric on your skin got him aroused, it's like your tank top was telling him to rip it out of you and to not hold back.

those tiny shorts that you wore that didn't even go mid-thigh brought out a side of him that by the end of the night he couldn't even recognize. his mouth gets dry at the sight, and his dick gets harder when he sees your nipples poking through the shirt.

“that's something i wouldn't be able to see if you had a bra on.” he joked while rubbing over your inflamed nipple he was playing with as he rubbed over your aching core.

whenever he comes home to you wearing that tank top and shorts combo, he will bend you over and pick you up and put you on the counter and gets to work. that was his favorite thing ever, seeing you in comfort with that pretty face of yours made him cum in 0.5 seconds, there was no denial there.

he wouldn't even bother taking them off, he just slides your shorts to the side and does what he needs to do. satoru knew what he liked and was a man of his word when he says that he needs no impressing from someone as beautiful as you.

[ilykii]

jealousy

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: satoru doesn't like the way the barista is looking at you

a/n: figured i'd give you all a little fluff (save me from this void)

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*

year five.

“megumi, go get your mom.” 

satoru and megumi are sitting in a crowded cafe, saving your spot, waiting for you to come back. 

while the sun coming in through the window satoru is sitting across from is partially blinding him, he can still see you. 

you, trying to order, being ogled by the barista who's been granted the pleasure of speaking to you. your smile is normal--to satoru's obvious disdain--and you don't even seem to mind the man's obvious flirting. 

(not that it really means much. when satoru leans in like that, you just push him away. when he swoons at the way you've done your hair on any specific day, you just roll your eyes. 

so maybe you're not the best judge of flirting. or attraction. or how to reject a tiny schoolboy, like the one you're talking to.)

satoru's only been watching this interaction for thirty seconds, but he's had enough. 

“why?” megumi turns, looking back at you. “she’s getting us hot chocolate.” 

satoru sighs, no care in the world. can't the kid ever listen to him? “go hold her hand then.” 

“why?” 

“because.” 

“but why?” 

satoru gives megumi a (pathetic) glare. “listen to me, young man," he tries to say it like you would--if megumi ever denied any of your requests--but it doesn't work. satoru has to try not to laugh directly after the words are out of his mouth. 

so what if he doesn't want you talking to that kid? he's just looking out for you. 

megumi's brows raise. he looks... almost amused. “what’s wrong with you? you go hold her hand.” 

satoru hangs his head. you told him to sit here and keep the table for all of you, told him to watch megumi and not do anything stupid--which, to be fair, is difficult for him. so he can't go get you (save you).

and plus, he doesn't want you to know that he cares. if you like that kid--with his stupid dark hair and eyes and soft smile and obvious heart eyes--then he doesn't want to know. 

and if he goes up to you, he'll know. 

“i can’t," he tells megumi, instead of saying any of that. the boy would just cackle in his face. 

“are you scared?” megumi asks, very seriously, as if satoru is afraid of anything. 

(besides you falling for someone else, of course. but that doesn't count). 

he looks over to the kid again, who you're chatting idly with as you search through your purse. he wonders if you're telling the barista that you spend every night in his bed, making out with him until your lips are puffy. 

if he keeps smiling at you like that satoru is going to get up and tell him himself. 

satoru scoffs, looking away finally, back to megumi who looks thoroughly entertained by his father's pain. he crosses his arms. “no.” 

megumi shrugs, looking back again. seriously, satoru should've kicked him out when he had the chance. he probably would've been fine with the zenin clan. probably. 

“well, i’m not doing it," the boy says, with obvious satisfaction. 

if only tsumiki was here. satoru never should've let megumi ditch school, or let him come with you both to get coffee. tsumiki would help him. she probably would've asked you to get yakitori instead and satoru could listen to you try to make small talk with a waitress instead of that guy. 

“megumi fushiguro,” satoru begins, voice rough. “do you want your mother to live in a rat-infested apartment with a random, cesspit man, and several tiny babies running around all of the time? tiny wimpy babies? normal, human babies. you’ll have to stay over there and share a bed with multiple infants who will spit up on you.”

megumi blinks. “what are you even talking about?” 

“go stand next to her," satoru hisses, because he swears he can hear your laugh from across the cafe, and honestly he's never wanted to destroy an establishment more. 

and that's saying something. 

at least the man would be without a job and satoru would never have to see him push his hair back and tilt his head at you again. 

megumi looks back again like it's going to explain anything satoru does, and he smirks. “that guy doesn’t look too bad.” 

satoru's jaw clenches. “i will mismatch all of your socks.” 

megumi scowls at him. "all of my socks are the same, after last time." 

satoru huffs and leans back against his chair, pouting. "what did i do to deserve this?"

“do you think mom likes him?” megumi asks, voice so innocent it makes satoru want to shave his hair off. 

“go.” 

megumi blinks at him, tilting his head. yeah, he's really putting on an act now. “but she said to wait here," he reminds satoru like it matters. 

“tell her you missed her, or something," satoru goes to wave a hand, but his hand only clenches when he physically sees you laugh at the man. you're not even ordering now, you're just standing there (waiting for their drinks) talking to the guy. 

“you tell her you missed her," megumi retorts, enjoying satoru's one and only weakness. 

"no." 

"she's laughing," megumi points out, resting his chin on a hand. "and it's rude to interrupt grown-ups when they talk."  

“megumi,” satoru begs, hating the weird, annoying feeling in his chest. he wants to dig his own heart out and yell at it. “please.” 

megumi is basically smirking at him now, waiting for a beat longer for satoru to really break--and seriously kill every person within a ten-mile radius--but eventually, right before it happens, the boy sighs. his eyes are evil, evil things. 

"fine," he tells satoru, rolling his eyes. he stands up from his hair and pats satoru on the shoulder like it will make up for anything. the boy has the worst smile satoru's ever seen in his life. 

and then he makes his way through the line of people--seriously, this guy is a terrible barista--and taps you on your waist, going to stand right up against the counter. megumi says something to you--you will all of your charm, and your irresistible smiles--and you hold a hand out to him, which he grabs immediately. 

your smile, satoru notices with immense relief, shifts on instinct. it goes from something formal and polite to something genuine. you look down at your son and the barista you've been talking to for the last minute is completely irrelevant. 

and satoru takes great satisfaction in the way the kid's eyes widen, and the instinctual step back he takes--like he knows that satoru is going to hurt him if he continues to lean over the counter towards you. 

satoru relaxes, watching you ask megumi something, but only slightly. 

and after a second you turn your head, raising a brow at him. 

the little brat. 

satoru just smiles--offering you more than some shotty barista ever could--and leans back in his chair. 

* 

“why are you being so weird today?” 

satoru’s chin is on your head, and even though you can’t see his smile, it falters, just a little bit. "don't know what you're talking about." 

"you're sticky." 

"i just showered." 

"okay," you say, turning and rolling your eyes at satoru's pout. instantly his hands go to your waist, keeping you right there with him. "first of all, no you didn't. and i didn't mean literally. you're... clingy. more clingy than usual." 

"i can't want to be around you?"

you give him a blank stare. "not when you're being weird about it." 

"how am i being weird?" 

"how aren't you?" 

satoru grins, leaning his head down to push his nose into your cheek. you smell like something sweet--something he'd devour in an instant--but he's not sure what. he doesn't even care. he doesn't answer that question, only hums into your skin. 

"see what i mean?" 

"it's not my fault that you're comfy." 

"oh, im so sorry," you say, fake pity in your voice. "let me just turn myself into stone real quick." 

satoru rolls his eyes, pulling back just so he can see the amused look on your face--yeah, he knows that you don't actually care. but the more he hangs onto you, the more affection he shows, the warier you get. 

and that's perfectly fine with him, actually. as long as you don't push him away.  

"please do," he says, so genuinely. "it would make this a lot easier." 

"make what a lot easier?" you ask, voice a bit softer. maybe it's because he's looking at you now, actually looking. 

and satoru knows, really knows, that there's not a single other person in the world who you look at like this. there's not another man that you'd let sniff you, no other man that would dare to irritate you the way that he loves to. 

satoru's worked several years to get you to be this comfortable, this easy around him. and even if there was someone else--he wouldn't give you up without a fight. 

you're his in a way that transcends labels or reality.

still, he doesn't answer that question (because you already know). he only smiles a bit more, leans in, and basks in the way your lips mold to his immediately. 

*

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[ilykii]

satoru inevitably fell for you, no matter how much you had warned him not to.

he couldn't help it, you were so beautiful— no, you were drop dead gorgeous that eventually his fragile human heart became besotted with you.

you were a curse that was taken in and 'tamed' by the higher-ups because of your ability to drain the lifespan of any living being. you were strong enough to wipe everybody else off the entire planet if you wanted to, and thus, you were deemed as dangerous. Ready to be executed when the time comes.

you had warned him to not become attached when you both became friends. it's why you always keep your distance away from your colleagues and peers, you fear they might— or you might get too attached despite knowing the obvious consequences.

but, satoru? he didn't care, so what if you were a cursed spirit? so what if you had life draining abilities that were deemed dangerous to those around you? so what if you can't touch each other? he'd find a way, he always did.

but, that was a year ago. now, satoru can't help but wish things were different. you couldn't even kiss each other, let alone make direct contact with each other. you were strong, very strong. but, that strength came with consequences. loving you came with its struggles. everyday, he wished he could cuddle you close, sleep next to you, and kiss your lips every morning.

but, he couldn't. you will never be a normal couple, he knew that right from the start. loving you was hard. you had warned him from the start but, he was in too deep.

it was set in stone from the moment you met each other, that your destinies will collide but, it will never become one. that your strings of fate will become entangled with each other but, it will never lead to the other. maybe, just maybe, in another life, he could hold you, kiss you, touch you like he always wanted, like you both always wanted.

it was a little unfair, wasn't it? why couldn't it happen in this life? why did it have to be in another life? why did fate lead you to each other when you weren't destined to be anyway?

yes, it's true. he loved you, so goddamn much. to him, you were the right person but, it was the wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong life.

— mayven.

[ilykii]

He looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world

Gojo notices the way you eye things but reluctantly put them back after checking the price. He notices the stress on your face due to monthly bills and tuition when he shows up at your door. He notices the way you always put others first, how you always let him lay in your lap even when you have to study, how you always comfort him when his dad is putting too much pressure on him, how you give him the bigger half of the cookie.

That’s why he pulls out his metal card without hesitation when shopping with you. He buys all the prettiest clothes you eyed yet when you ask him how he knew, he simply replies with “just thought it’s look good on you darling”. Gojo funds your entire education and donates a library for the university. He buys an entire apartment building and gives you the best room. He treats you to the sweetest spas and endless vacation days.

You tell him it’s too much, that it’s making you feel guilty. You say this without realizing how much you’ve given him. Gojo sees you as his lifeline. He wouldn’t have gotten to where he is without your support. You stayed up with him when he’s stressed, softly running your fingers through his hair. You tolerated his whiny complaining, and spent time with him when there was no one else. Gojo wanted you. He knew you weren’t with him for the money. So when you try to tell him it’s too much, he simply brushes it off: you are his girlfriend after all.

[ilykii]

JUICY! — SUGURU GETO

Just thinking about how Suguru is a man who will make you taste yourself after he’s done fingering you. He has you in his lap, legs spread wide, pussy on display as he makes you squirt for the third time. Your legs are quivering, eyes shut as you bask in bliss. He gives your pussy a few slaps, whispering, “hear how much of a mess you’re making?” You nod at his question, gripping onto the arm that’s holding you steady. He plunges his fingers deep in your sopping cunt again, a long drawn out moan leaving your lips. You’re gasping and cursing, nails digging into his skin, Suguru too focused on seeing your pussy squirt for him one more time to care about anything else. His fingers curl against your g-spot, thrusting faster and faster until you’re shaking. “Come on, pretty girl, squirt for me.” He kisses down your neck and you find your core twisting in knots, the pressure building up before your crying out as clear liquid shoots from your pussy, soaking his lap. “Atta girl.” He rubs your clit back and forth, wanting to drag your orgasm out as much as possible. You keep on squirting, leaving him amazed with a smirk on his face. When you’re done, he pushes his fingers in your mouth, laying them flat on your tongue. “Taste yourself, lick my fingers clean.” You dont hesitate to suck on his fingers, tongue swirling around them as you savor your taste. He stares at you in admiration as you do so, thinking of all the ways he could ruin you.

[ilykii]

about to throw up because you make matching bracelets with jock bf yuuji and he literally never takes his off, even during practice. if he breaks it he’ll literally have a melt down and none of the team can calm him down because he’s so mad at himself for breaking something so precious to him :((

they call you down to practice and you end up making yuuji a new one while you watch him <3

[ilykii]

boynextdoor!geto who loves to praise you even for the smallest of things

boynextdoor!geto who is always the first to compliment you when you get a new haircut or your nails done (let's be honest, he probably paid for you to get them done)

boynextdoor!geto who takes special care to learn exactly which spots you like to feel his soft kisses the most

boynextdoor!geto who makes eye contact with you whenever somebody nearby says something stupid

boynextdoor!geto who doesn't always smile at you with his teeth, but the warmth in his soul only grows whenever you're near

boynextdoor!geto who holds you close when you cry and never asks too many questions

boynextdoor!geto who straightens your glasses when they get crooked and hides the tag in your shirt whenever it sticks out over your collar

boynextdoor!geto who loves hearing you talk but will always interrupt you with a kiss if you start to ramble

boynextdoor!geto who blushes and gets flustered every time you compliment his appearance but swears up and down that he doesn't

[ilykii]

vivienne westwood tie clips

[ilykii]

im thinking about jock bf yuuji taking reader out on a beach date (during the day) ts would be so cute

stop this would be so adorable :( imagine yuuji driving you to the beach in his jeep and sticking his head out of the window like a doggie to make you laugh!!! you pack a lil cooler of your favourite snacks n fresh fruits which yuuji carries down onto the beach while holding your hand to make sure you don’t slip in the sand :(!!

stop and and he doesn’t let you sit down until he’s spread out the blanket so your sundress doesn’t get dirty and practically begs you to put on his sunscreen because he loves it when you touch him (just likes to have your hands on him)!!

please imagine him chasing away seagulls from your food and then letting you feed him strawberries while you sunbath :( him licking the strawberry juice from your fingertips !!

also i feel like yuuji would be so blushy seeing you in your swim suit / bikini :(!!! racing you to the water and carrying you bridal style into the sea because it’s cold and he wants to gradually lower you in !!! your arms looped around his neck just admiring his golden skin the sun cause he’s so handsome <33 he wouldn’t dare splash you unless you wanted him too, but for the most part you stand in the water with your legs around his waist and the waves just lapping at your back :(!! feels good to have yuuji’s hands on your waist, they’re super warm through your swimsuit despite how cold the water is <3

yuuji would have planned the whole beach day to get you out of the dorm and away from studying because he knows you work so hard to get good grades n he doesn’t want you to put too much pressure on yourself!!!