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#geto suguru x reader
hoshigray · 2 days
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Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.
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𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why not both? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao
⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.
⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)
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“Oh, Y/n, it’s good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Let’s walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.”
“Y/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that you’re here. Let’s grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?”
You thought college life couldn’t get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrong… 
Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as it’s challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough – not to mention trying to commit to clubs – making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.
With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. You’re utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion you’ve grown to accept and find comfort in — no need to change it if it’s been doing you well this far.
That is until you meet them — Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko. 
Gojo is the star player of the school’s basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the “disgustingly tactless, cutesy prince” of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, he’s a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, he’s a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.
In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, he’s someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.
Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites – two best friends – who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact: the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!
How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.
Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, who’d pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldn’t push them away — how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.
And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the former’s skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. “Yo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and I’d be damned if you’d be third-wheeling.”
“That’s not happening, Satoru,” Geto’s hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. “Y/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.”
Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as you’re stuck in the middle of them. It’s bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; it’s another thing when you’re being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??
But it wasn’t all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties he’s been invited to and to his crowded games (where he’s always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where you’re courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.
The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.
However, their infatuation was something you’d find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very minds…and bodies.
“…Mhahhh, Go—Mmmph! Gojooo…we shouldn’t be doing this…”
“Aww, c’mon, Y/n, you know I don’t like it when you call me by last name. It’s just the two of us here…Fuck, keep licking it like that…”
Sneaking into the basketball team’s locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, that’s a can of worms you never thought you’d open in your entire life. 
Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. “Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum again…” You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men. 
This was his idea – bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the men’s locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. “Sorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,” he’d say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.
So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. “—Ahh, fuck…God, you’ve gotten so good at that, cutie. Can’t get enough of you...”
His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.
However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojo’s cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he can’t hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.
“Relax, no one’s coming here,” Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. “Let’s make this one quick, okay?”
You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you can’t tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. He’s making you focus on nothing but him — a selfish objection from a selfish man as he’s using you to relieve himself in the men’s locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldn’t stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing! 
“Hhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,”  he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. “Shiiit, baby, I’m gonna cum…Take it all in…!”
You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, that’s when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste. 
But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, “N–No, Gojo! You have to get back to practice—“
“Shhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,” he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! “I’ll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you don’t stop using my last name when it’s just the two of us here.” The playful grin on his lips doesn’t make that threat any better. “One more time, please?”
With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. “Only one more…okay, Satoru?”
He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. “Yes, pretty girl~.”
And it doesn’t stop there — because Geto is no better. 
“Aww, you two are so cute together~”
You squirm on the booth seat you’re sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends — a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing you’re not one for being around people you’re not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Geto’s frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.
Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Aren’t we? But they’re the cutest thing to me.” He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; it’s an action that has your face grow in warmth — and the couple “awwing” at his affection.
The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. “I never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you don’t seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.”
“Mmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,” you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy he’s talking with. “And, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just can’t imagine them being out of my line of sight.”
The guy across laughs. “Sounds kinda obsessive!”
Geto shrugs with a chortle. “I guess it’s like that, I don’t know. I’m just really crazy about them; they’re my sweetheart after all.”
“That’s so sweet!” The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, “So, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?”
The question has you stumped for a bit as you weren’t ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Geto’s hand rub on your thigh. “U-Umm, me—ahem—Geto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to him—Mmmm!” You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.
The girl asks more questions. “Oh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?” 
“Well, not really…She and Geto—Ohh!” You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Geto’s forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. “I–I mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda got…Nnmm,” you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. “She was the one who introduced me to him…”
“Is that so? Hehe, it’s amazing how the world works, huh?” You listen, but your mind is too focused on Geto’s digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. “Here are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. It’s crazy imagining you two would’ve never met hadn’t that happened.”
Geto hums at that comment, “I agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. “Isn’t that right, my love?”
With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. “Mhmm, yes, I’m so grateful that Suguru is in my life…He’s been such a help to me,” his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. “Hahhh, he’s so good to me, and I love him just as mu—Mmmph!!”
“Hmm? Are you okay, Y/n?” How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriend’s thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe?  You’d rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Geto’s shoulder. 
Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. “I think they’re a little parched, must’ve been this lemonade I got for them. I’ll go get them some water—“
“Oh, no, no! I’ll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.” The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriend’s hand to follow suit. “C’mon, let’s leave these lovebirds for a bit. We’ll be right back!”
And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. “Mmmph, Suguru, please, take it out before—Ahhh…! They come back…”
Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, “Just checking to see what I’ll be having later.”
It doesn’t matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get. 
It doesn’t matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating! 
When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, there’s private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight. 
Again, sometimes it’s overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And it’s not like you haven’t tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, it’s driving you crazy just how much they can’t keep their hands off you! 
Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence. 
“Hahhh, damn, Y/n…you’re sucking me off so good,” Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. “So good for me, huh, sweetie?” 
The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Geto’s girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. It’s his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.
You whine of his member, Gojo’s tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Geto’s glans, and then he’ll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. It’s such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojo’s hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him. 
“—Khhhh, Jesus Christ…Hohhh, right there, sweetie…” The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. “Heh, you doing good down there, Satoru?”
The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. “Hahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,” his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Geto’s girth. “Aww, look at you trying to move from me,” Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. “Don’t go anywhere, princess; I’m not finished until you cum on my face again.”
“Ohhh, shit, keep doing what you’re doing, Satoru,” Geto subtly bucks his hips, “I love the way they’re whining on my dick…”
With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. It’s to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Geto’s length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss. 
And if you think you couldn’t get swamped enough, think again. 
“—Nnngh, fuck, Y/n, you’re gripping on my dick like crazy…Hehe, is it because you can’t look me in the face? Damn, you’re such a cutie…”
Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojo’s neck as you’re straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris. 
“Hahhh, ahhnn—Ohhhh!” Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of what’s happening. And it’s not like you can’t stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft — you’ve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojo’s hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So it’s expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. “Ahhaaa! Sa’toruuu, stooohhp—hic…! I’m ‘oo sens' tiveee!!” 
“You say that, but—hnnn! You’re rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.” He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. “Holy shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.” 
“Don’t even think about it, Satoru,” you hear Geto’s voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. “If I can’t go condom-less, you’re not getting any special treatment out of it either.”
“Psssh, yeah, yeah,” Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. “Come on, angel, let’s get you prepped up.” The white-haired boy’s hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint.  
Geto grins salaciously. “My, what a dirty sight for me, my love.” You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. “Relax, pretty girl,” he kisses your temple. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”
You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb he’ll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. “Stay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for you…”
Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how you’ve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Geto’s pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips. 
“Heh, there you are,” Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. “What a pretty face when you’re going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.”
You couldn’t even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesn’t help that your holes don’t stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again. 
“Holy fuck,”Geto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. “You’re so tight, Y/n…like you’re gonna milk me dry.”
Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojo’s neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, “Hey, baby,” he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. “God, you sound so fucking cute, angel…” 
“—Ahhahh…! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow d—Owwhhnn!!” You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you can’t reach, and Geto’s girth having your backside completely stretched for him. It’s all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. “…Nhooo, God, I’m gonna—“
“Gonna cum, cutie?” You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. “Let’s cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girl…” And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him. 
“—Hnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, don’t clamp onto me so sudden—Ohh, shit, shit, shiiit,” Black hair strands fall from Geto’s shoulders as he falters at your grip. “Gonna cum, too….Gahhh—“
Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojo’s lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm. 
After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. “Phew, that felt way too good.”
“For real, can’t get enough of this.” Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. “Ready for another round, baby? C’mon, let’s switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.” His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. “Oh, you disgusting son of a bitch…”
“Shut up and switch, or else I’ll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.”
Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you can’t even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.
Yet, at the same time, you don’t hate it — far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as they’re probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower. 
The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times you’ve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same. 
“Hey, Y/n.”
Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Geto’s voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Suguru!? I–I thought you were sleep—“
“I was until you left my arms,” he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. “Besides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?”
“Oh, Y/n~,” another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. “Don’t tell me you decided to shower without m—…Oh, you’re here, too.”
“Obviously,” Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. “I live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.”
Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. “Well, don’t you think it’s rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?”
“I could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?”
“Duh! I’m here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?”
“Are you? Don’t you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?”
“Oh, eat horse shit.”
“Croak and die.”
You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you don’t hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.
…But would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?
Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these two…
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asking them if they think you're the one for them
includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji and sukuna
these were so fun to make
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Synopsis: jjk men and their favorite sex positions :P
Includes: 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐞 Content: mostly fem!reader, multiple positions, no plot, cum eating and cumplay, spanking, rough sex (?), p vanilla if im being fr
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Toji Zenin
Had you asked Toji what his favorite was- he would insist he didn’t have one. That they were all equal and that they changed little to nothing when it came to sex. 
But the way his hands would hold your waist down onto the bed with your knees propped up- his hips slowly rolling behind you with a deep nudge against your sweet spot every time. 
You couldnt see his face- but you could hear the grunts and low moans rumble past his lips when your walls would pulse around him. You could feel his desperate grip on your skin. 
Every time he would hoist your hips back up when your knees would slip to the sides from his powerful thrusts. Giving him a better angle for his cock to fill you. 
Your hands gripping the edge of the bed with your forearms holding you up. 
Not his go-to, but secretly one of his favorites. 
Be it the way your spine beautifully curved with the assistance of his hands or how guttural your moans sounded when he would push himself deeper into you and hold himself there. 
Or every wave your ass made from his hips making contact, the wet schlops and squelches in full view when he would look to where you were linked. 
Toji liked it even more when his hips would slow in the slightest- and your ass wouldn’t hesitate to bounce back and meet his thrusts halfway. 
And the other- When you were on your side, your legs pressed together and curled into a ball with his hands holding the plump of your ass and your thighs to keep your knees bent. 
His posture straight and looking down to your hands trying to keep the hold on the back of your thighs. 
Now he didn’t like this position in particular- what he relished was when your hands were barely keeping their hold on your thighs. Threatening to spread your legs- but Toji did it before you could. 
Thralling a leg over his hip and guiding you onto your back. Planting his hands on your sides and gripping harshly before continuing his deep thrusts. 
Missionary so he could watch your eyes roll back with a crinkle forming on your nose when his calloused fingers made contact with your clit- and what he liked was how fucking carnal it felt pounding into you this way. 
How primal it was that he could easily lean down and slot his tongue against yours- keeping a tedious but deep pace as your hands sprawled onto his back as a brace. 
And how your ankles wouldn’t hesitate to lock at his waist, pulling him closer and urging him without words to fill you. 
Satoru Gojo
This man was always unpredictable regarding what position he would twist you into. Satoru was always willing to try a new one twice or three times to be sure either of you didn’t like it. 
But, when it came to his favorites- Gojo always liked bending you over and pressing your face against the wall. His hands groping at your bottom, his hips pushing his erection into your clothed core. 
Something about caging you against the wall, your back arched and giving him the perfect angle to sink himself into you. And your hands planted beside your face, bracing and ready for him to start. 
Satoru thought it was the vulnerability you were put in, easily accessible, your ass pressed against him so firmly you could feel the print against the swell of your bottom. 
And he was so mean when he had you this way, one of his hands on your waist, and his hips threatening to push further. A cheeky smile on his lips knowing you had nowhere else to go but further into the wall. That or his hands would guide your back into a pretty arch- just for him. 
Satoru liked it most when you wore a large tshirt— sliding the hem slowly up your back, giving him an eyeful of the little dimples he loved seeing on your lower back. Placing his thumbs into the little divots, and ignoring your demands for him to hurry. 
To Gojo, he always liked seeing you turned away from him- not for any reason other than the fact your ass was in full view- but, when he would give you a firm spank. Some kind of compliment, in his own way. 
And you would look back at him over your shoulder- eyes full of urge and need when he would take too long teasing you. Almost telling him to hurry with just your eyes- he liked having your ass in his hands and your face in clear view for his eyes. 
To Satoru, missionary was the most intimate position he could think of. His knees barely holding him up, your hand pressing into his back and pulling him even closer to your chest, the other holding his face inches away from yours. 
One of his hands at the side of your thigh and the other on your side- not even fucking anymore, just rolling his hips softly into you. Barely pulling his cock out, stroking deep- deep rolls into you and trying to maintain eye contact. 
Not even daring to connect his lips with yours- barely brushing against his plush ones, inhaling every moan and whimper that would leave his throat. 
Missionary would be pointless if you didn’t look into eachothers eyes, in Satoru’s opinion. Being able to watch your orgasm form with every crinkle on your nose, with every pinch of your eyebrows. 
In these moments, Satoru never dared to pull away from you. The warmth of his torso searing against your bare front, holding him too tightly as his chest heaved against yours. If you focused enough, you could feel his heart pounding against your own. 
Satoru liked missionary, because he knew that’s when your hearts could beat as closely together as they could. 
Naoya Zenin
If you asked him straight on- he would say some bullshit like “Face down, ass up. Because that’s the only time you shut up.” 
His response had some truth- Naoya liked that position because there was hardly any backtalk, as his cock perfectly reached the sweet spot with every rough thrust he made. 
That’s what pissed you off most- as horrible and annoying as he could be, he always hit that special spot with ease. 
And he knew it- the way your spine would shudder at the first prod, or your twitching walls hugging him. Even if you never praised him for being rough- Naoya knew he must be doing something right. 
Like when your hands would ball into fists with the sheets tangled between your fingers. Or the guttural whines that Naoya’s thrusts would pound out of your throat. 
And his hands were equally as unforgiving as his hips were- planted on your waist to keep you in a mean arch. Even more so when he would flip you over- pleased with the fucked out look on your face. 
Not Naoya’s favorite that you could say- but he never complained when you would ride him. Doing all the work for him- but with one condition. 
You got to set the pace, and he had to stay still as you fucked yourself on his cock. 
Naoya liked it most when he would be lying on his back, with you slowly easing down on his cock. Hands behind his head and watching one of your hands plant onto his carved tummy and the other on one of his thighs. 
Your head thrown back and using him as you pleased, and Naoya watched- watched you get off without any of his help. 
You could go as slow as you wanted, and even if it killed him— not being able to pound into you as he wished to— Naoya knew you preferred to take things slow every once in a while.
Naoya would never admit it- but he knew you had a point. 
He liked watching you slowly move your hips against him- being able to feel every small pulse and throb your cunt made against his cock. 
But when your hips would tire, leaning down and pressing your chest to his and asking him to help; Naoya would gladly roll you over- still inside and pound into you as you had asked him to. 
Kento Nanami
One of this man’s favorite forms of sex, was morning sex. 
The hazy state still lingering behind his eyes, rolling over and scooching closer to your back. Cuddling you and humming softly against your ear with his hands on your waist. 
Nanami would wait till you would stirr awake before even considering what grew between his legs. 
Hearing a pleased hum leave your lips as his hands caressed the side of your thigh. 
And when you started pressing your bottom back against his growing erection. Nanami would get the hint almost immediately. 
He would have one hand between your legs, guiding his cock to nestle into your plush walls with a smooth exhale brisking against your ear. And the other wrapped around your ribcage, holding you close to him as he starts rolling his hips. 
Nanami’s lips against your ear pressing gentle kisses onto the cartilage- whispering praises as your sluggish hand pressed against his forearm. 
He liked this position because of the access he had to your ear, easily being able to whisper how well you were taking him. And how close he could feel your skin against his. 
Even more so when he would finish- unwilling to pull out and expose his cock to the cold air outside of your cunt. So he would drift off to sleep with a smile, his cock still inside of you, keeping you plugged up till he would be forced to get up from your warmth. 
And this just relays back to the whole- sleepy sex. But when you’re facing Nanami, one knee propped up on his thigh as his hips sloppily thrust into you, that’s when he feels closest to you. 
His hands splayed on your back and held you tightly against his chest. Lightly groaning into your ear as your cunt greedily sucked him back in with every pull he made. 
And when Nanami would tire from the position- he would roll atop you. Planting his forearm beside your head and looking into your eyes. Lazily thrusting into you- his knees not even holding him up. 
His hips would do all the work as you came in unison. 
If you asked Nanami, he would say that missionary was probably his favorite- enjoying the intimacy shared with every thrust he would roll against you. 
Being able to feel his affection with every slap his heavy balls would smack against your ass. 
And his other favorite- When your ankles would be held to the sides of your ears, a different kind of missionary- sure. 
He would start it that way- as missionary. But by the time you noticed Nanami's hands hooking at the ditches of your knees- he was already pushing them up and raising his hips as he maneuvered your hips upwards. 
Your cheeks pulsing with blood from the pressure his hips would push against your bottom. Folded to his whim and grateful for it. 
What Nanami liked about this- was that he could watch your face churn with every low moan leaving your lips. Showing him that he was hitting the perfect spot at the angle he was thrusting into you.
His knees planted right next to your hips- only one move or two away from a mating press, but not quite there. 
But his strong hands holding the back of your calves keeping you in the harsh position would tighten their grip when he would look down to where you were connected. 
Choso Kamo
Choso is a simple man. He won’t dance around what he wants and wait for you to guess what he wants when it comes to positions. 
Glad that he had no shame in whispering into your ear- “Ride me.” when his cock had ached since your hips started their slow drags against his clothed cock. 
Sat on the couch with his hands massaging the plush skin of your hips and thighs. Kissing softly at your collarbones as you raised slowly on his lap. 
Your hands tussled in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp between soft tugs. 
Choso’s hands were known to wander- up your side or lower on your bottom as you worked yourself on his cock. His lips leaving soft markings at the center of your chest and wherever else his lips could find. 
What he liked most was how you set the pace- how it was up to you whether or not to keep the slow, tantalizing pace that had him on the brink of bursting with every lagging roll your hips made. 
Even worse when your hands would tug at his hair- giving him more desire to allow himself to succumb to his orgasm. Or when you would purposefully clench around him as you dragged yourself up his cock. 
His eyes dared to roll back- feeling as though you were purposefully trying to milk him dry. 
And when you would grant him the freedom to fuck up into you- raising yourself till only the very head of his cock was left in the taut ring of muscle. Holding his head in your hands as he braced onto the malleable skin of your hips. 
Noses brushing against each other as he looked into your eyes in a plea. Breathing the words, “Fuck me-” in a hushed whisper. 
That’s all Choso needed to hear to start bucking his hips into you. Desperate for release and his eyes shut tight, his bruising grip on your ass made it clear that’s what he was waiting for. 
And his other favorite was when it was unplanned. Tension so thick, Choso couldn’t bear to inhale another breath if it was not against your lips. 
Morning, noon, or night: Choso never hesitated to have you sat on any surface with his hips between your thighs. Kissing you with urge as his hands roamed to the ditch of your knees. 
Hiking them up and planting his hands onto the counter- pinning your legs open at the perfect angle for his cock. 
And with the pressure- your head pressed against the cabinets, grasping onto his nape as a brace when he plunged into you. 
Grateful for any surface there was that angled your entrance with his pelvis- knowing where there was a will, there was a way. 
And there was nothing that Choso was more willing to do than have you sat in a cramped space with your legs pinned to the side- perfectly spread for him and his cock. 
Suguru Geto
Now, we have already established that Suguru is an ass man- Right? 
Geto had a penchant for reverse cowgirl. 
Something about watching your cunt suck in as much of his cock as you could- and your hands planted on his thighs, bracing for every slight rise you made with your hips. 
And Suguru’s hands? Greedily groping at the swell of your ass and enjoying the show you put on for him. Even giving you a handful of spanks whenever your hips would stutter in the movements. 
Even more when Geto would spout some filth at you- how selfish your cunt was, swallowing all of his cock up and not even wanting to move once his head was nestled right next to your gspot. 
Urging you to touch your clit- being able to feel every spasm your walls made against his shaft when you would do as he asked. 
What Suguru liked most was when he finally came- his spend seeping from your entrance and trickling onto his pelvis with every small shudder your body made from the fill. 
Regardless if he had just come inside of you- Suguru had no doubts in pulling you off of his cock and guiding you by the hips to let him taste you. 
Ending up in a lazy 69, your mouth held on his tip with your tongue licking small swipes at his tip- your moans vibrating against his twitching cockhead as he greedily ate out the mess he spurt into you. Less for his pleasure- more because he liked the face you would look at him with when he was done giving you another orgasm. 
As though you had never seen such filth in your life before then- like that was the nastiest thing he had ever done to you. 
You looked at him the same way every single time he would pull some out of pocket shit like that- and that’s what brought a smile to his face. 
Knowing that anyone after him will only do a whisper of the things he would do to you. 
Hiromi Higuruma
When it came to his favorite kind of intercourse- Hiromi always feigned being too tired to do all the work. 
Urging you to use him as you pleased- that if you wanted to fuck, you’d have to do it yourself. Not because he was lazy- or was actually tired. 
But because of the softness your hands held in undressing the crucial parts of him- undoing a few buttons at the top of his dress shirt, loosening his tie, and undoing his belt and the button of his slacks. Giving him a few strokes to wake his half-hard cock with an eager smile. 
And when he was as ready as you were- standing tall with your mouth watering from the sight, you lowered yourself onto him. Shameless and uncaring if his eyes looked at you with amusement circling his pupils. 
He told you to use him, and you weren’t going to let that opportunity go to waste. So determined to finish yourself off and leave Hiromi as he is, using the same excuse he made if he wanted more. 
Hiromi did it for the sole purpose of being able to watch you with tired eyes- already fucked out from a few rolls of your hips with your hand making small circles against your clit. 
And as your lips pressed soft kisses at the side of his neck- your hands braced on his shoulders and your hips threatening to stutter. Hiromi couldn’t help but descend into the slow pace you held- closing his eyes and enjoying the mouthwatering strokes you made. 
Even if his hands were at your hips- caressing the skin softly with his thumbs to encourage you to finish. The burning ache in your thighs and the growing frustration in your lower tummy were far too much to keep going. 
And Hiromi felt as though his cock could get harder inside of you when you would look at him with bleary eyes- asking him to help you with a pouty lip. 
Hiromi- being the man he was, he would help you. 
Bend you over the nearest surface with a strong willed hand on your hip. Lining himself up with your entrance again, and his other hand pressed your neck onto the surface. 
Your hands placed on either side of your face as he sunk himself into you again. 
Hiromi’s thrusts start slow, a stark contrast to the mean grip his hands held against your skin. But with every thrust— each one firmer than the last, came the realization that Hiromi wasn’t as tired as he claimed he was. 
But you, too stuffed of his fat cock to care right now- raised on your tiptoes as his hips inched you further and further on the counter. 
His hips unforgiving, and his mouth the same. Littered with grunts and low moans between every mutter he made. Calling you greedy for wanting him to help- and being able to feel your cunt tremble around his fast-paced shaft at every mean name he murmured with tenderness. 
Atsuya Kusakabe
Kusakabe knew what he liked, and didn't. He knew which way to bend you over in a way that made his cock twitch in anticipation from just looking at you. 
What he liked most was when he would be laid up on the bed, the broad of his shoulders pressing against the headboard with you in a reverse cowgirl. Slowly riding him with his hands massaging your hips. 
His eyes always caught on every small thrust you would make, on the pretty curve of your back and how it glistened with a light sheen of sweat from how worked up you were getting. 
Your hand met his on your hip, and the other held you up as you slowly rode him. Fully and wholly splayed for his greedy eyes that wished to look at every part of you. 
Where your cunt was swallowing his cock with ease, the swell of your ass lightly rising and falling with every grind you made. Every shudder your shoulders when you would grind down into the perfect spot. 
And when you would look over your shoulder, only seeing the curled corner of your lip and your hazy eyes looking back at him. 
Even more when his hands tightened their grip—a whimper laced with a giggle leaving your throat at the little bite he made at his bottom lip. A low groan in admiration rumbled from his throat at the scenic view he had.
And when Kusakabe felt a little mean- He would press you into a lazy prone bone. His arms caging you in between the bed and his body with his cock making sloppy strokes into your entrance. 
Purposefully dragging out his thrusts just so you’d ask him to go faster. Laced with a whimper and bordering on illegible- but you still asked. 
He would lean down into your ear, pull himself from your warmth- as slow as he could and tell you; “You want it faster- do it yourself.” and would watch your hips desperately pound back into him. 
Unpatterned and sloppy as you fucked yourself on him. Your hands gripping at the pillows as he huffed in amazement. Knowing you were stubborn and willing to take on any challenge. 
But this- The sheer sight of you moving your hips at the speed you wanted made him want to give you what you wanted. In his brain, itching to provide you with the fast pace you requested.
But maybe he was just mean enough to keep you like this longer. Have you fuck yourself silly on his cock- all while moans mixed with hushed pleads leave your lips. 
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(a.n) wow my very first kusakabe piece, dedicated to the kusakabe fuckers in my asks ✊🏽 imma take a nap now
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hor3nee · 1 day
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• Fatherhood •
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What kind of dads are the JJK men ?
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CW/TW: GN! Reader, Mentions of crappy parenting, BREIF mention of pregnancy in Geto's, (Lmk if I should add anything else!)
Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji x Reader
AN: Almost cried writing this the baby fever is going HARD rn dude. Headcanons !
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• Gojo •
Menace of a father, but in the good way! Gojo spends his years raising his kids as if he's their best friend, truly and genuinely treats his kids as equals and in a sweet way, allows his children to have complete trust in him. Because Gojo is quite childish himself, he loves playing with his kids, making a fool of himself, and indulging with them.
Has a bit of a bad side to this though, his lack of traditional discipline or making himself the 'adult' in the situation leads the kids to both be very spoiled and not really ever listen to him.
"Sweetheart, darling, my perfect angel, can you please go to bed?? pretty please! Help your old man here, please??"
"Nuh uh!" And with that bout of defiance, he's back to running up to you, like HE'S the child, begging for your help. Because it seems you're the only one who can get the kids in line, and you do.
Plays pranks and teases the hell out of his kids as they get older, always in a loving way of course, but nonetheless loves getting them flustered over his stupidity. Type of dad to do dumbass dances in the middle of a Walmart to embarrass his kids.
• Geto •
Geto is optimum of what it means to be a gentle parent. Cannot, for the life of him, bring it in himself to yell at his kids. He's so soft-spoken, never so much as raising his voice against his children. Geto has children who respond to his voice alone, because it's so lulling, he's familiarized them with it and made them feel safe with it.
Doesn't mean he can't discipline them, of course he can, and he does so extremely gracefully. Whenever you're on your last straw with the kids, fighting the urge to start scolding them and yell, he steps in, smoothly taking over and the kids instantly listen to him.
"We're your parents, honey, c'mon that's not very nice to say, is it? They carried you for 9 months you know. Say sorry." Like magic the kids shut up and come over to you apologizing while Geto stands back, calmly having fixed the situation with ease.
With everything Geto does, has done, experienced etc, he can sometimes feel conflicted. Geto knows what he is capable of, and what he has done, he's extremely self-aware even if he justifies it, and he can struggle to balance the weight of all of it while also remaining a dutiful father.
Despite it, he does wonders keeping it separate from what his children have to see or experience, teaches them respect and kindness and hopes they hold true to it.
• Nanami •
Not a single man on this list fathers as hard as Nanami fathers. He's built for it like no other. Nanami treats fatherhood with his all, he puts his all into it and makes damn certain he does right by it. Stern when necessary, sweet when needed, provides for his kids and refuses to miss any important milestone of theirs.
Nanami is a calm man but the second work starts piling potentially making him miss his kids school play or something he's arguing with his supervisors and ready to throw hands.
He keeps the drawings his kids make on his desk, alongside a photo of you and your kids. Literally just stares at it while working smiling, unable to wait till he's home with the kids. They are his pride and joy genuinely.
No matter how over-worked Nanami may be though, when he comes home you are basically on vacation. Insists you rest and he takes over literally everything involving the kids.
"Darling, darling no, I got this covered. You take rest. You know I love spending time with my kids." He says with an earnest smile, both kids in his beefy arms just dangling around and playing with their father. He's definitely exhausted from work, but that never stops him.
• Sukuna •
The King of the Curses, as cruel and terrifying as he is, taking pleasure in all sorts of sickness and treating love as pointless, legitimately likes his kid.
He doesn't care about fatherhood, or the responsibilities that being a parent entails, but it's nice having a mini version of himself around. That he likes. An extension of himself and you, it's nice to have around he doesn't mind it. He may act aloof about it, not outwardly showing affection like hugs or kisses, but he clearly enjoys it.
He gets a massive ego trip when his kids cause chaos and disturbances. Points at them laughing with his belly "See that? That's mine."
Sukuna never minces his words though, and his kids have to get used to his bluntness. Again, he doesn't care for the concept of 'parenting', and will in their face call the kid some extreme insults and weak and they have to learn to take it.
On the flip side, Sukuna also never minces his praise, and Sukuna has an abundance to give his kids. Every accomplishment or show of strength that they show he'll let them know he's proud. A good ol' fashioned fatherly slap to their shoulder while he praises them.
He treasures his children, and even if he doesn't put much effort into parenting them, you taking over most of it, he's definitely a present figure in their lives.
• Toji •
Went to get milk, hasn't been seen since.
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rinkkuma · 2 days
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୨୧ SOUR GRAPES
don't get me wrong, i've never exactly liked you.
ft. satoru gojo, yuta okkotsu, suguru geto, yuuji itadori, & megumi fushiguro
tags. a tiny bit ooc satoru, very light angst, gn!reader, mostly fluff ! / author's note. inspired by the song, sour grapes by lesserafim :3 (also its insane that theyve literally almost debuted two years ago) essentially just feelings in denial kinda!
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SATORU is naturally a smooth talker, so he personally believes that he has never actually had a crush on anyone. sometimes he unintentionally flirts with people. one time, a waitress seemed to be super flustered, but all he did was order. (it was his tone of voice, but he's super unaware.. and maybe his stupid, handsome face) so, when suguru and shoko asked him one day if he had a crush on you, he was confused why they would think so. in their perspectives, satoru's tone of voice was softer around you, he wasn't just mindlessly “flirting” with you, his compliments seemed genuine. and to top it off, you are always the first person he looks at when he cracks a joke. satoru himself noticed this but had no idea why he had done this. he also felt his heart race around you. and his face felt hot around you. despite being flirty, he had never actually dated anyone, so the feeling was new to him. maybe a little more convincing from suguru and shoko was all it took for him to realize that he did like you.
YUTA and you are childhood friends, and people often mistake you for a couple. even your friends ship you. yuta nervously laughs and says, “we're practically siblings! we've known each other since we were little.” you on the other hand, feel dejected when he says this, because you maybe kind of had a fat crush on him. truthfully, yuta himself feels that he may have been developing feelings for you over the past few years, but has been terrified to say something because he didn't want to ruin your years worth of friendship over his stupid feelings. he had a nightmare one night that he had confessed to you, and you looked at him with a puzzled face and told him you thought of him more as a brother than anything. he comically woke up sweating and sat right up, thankful that it was just a dream. that whole day, yuta seemed off. seemingly avoiding you, and if he couldn't, it was minimal interaction. after a few days of yuta's odd behavior, you decide to confront him. yuta mindlessly mumbles some random things that you couldn't understand, but towards the end, he suddenly confesses. yuta himself looks surprised at what he said, and he awkwardly says, “oh.. just, uh.. pretend you didn't hear anything if you don't feel the same. it was.. an accident.” you laugh and tell him you have felt the same all these years, and he breathes a sigh of relief. you and yuta went on a date the next day.
SUGURU is typically kind, calm, and gentle with everyone, but with you? he seems to be slightly more snappy and has a cold tone of voice. it's not like he's being rude or mean to you; he just seems irritated. whenever you laugh at one of satoru's jokes, you swear his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and he is loudly sighing. maybe it's because you're annoyingly pretty and your laugh is so cute that he's annoyed. or maybe the fact that he's not the one making you laugh. and don't even get me started when it's just the two of you. awkward silence. you could hear crickets chirping, a pin drop, and the subtle breathing. you have tried multiple times to start a conversation and maybe break this romantic tension, but he has always just dryly responded and kept the conversation one-sided. and this wasn't just a few times; it was daily. every single day, satoru and shoko randomly leave, and you've tried tagging along before to avoid the awkwardness with suguru, but they quickly run off before you get the chance to ask. it was painfully obvious to satoru and shoko that you two had liked each other and hey, maybe if they keep leaving the two of you alone like this, one of you will crack and confess. (spoiler: it was suguru first.)
YUUJI has always thought you were an amazing person. romantically though? he thought otherwise. but, oh boy, one day when he saw you with a guy he had never seen in his life, his mind changed immediately. he quickly thinks to himself, “you're not even dating in the first place. don't get jealous. dontgetjealousdontgetjealous.” yuuji nearly loses it when he sees the guy hug you. he uses every cell in his body to resist running up to the guy and maybe or maybe not swinging at him. after a few eye twitches deep breaths, he starts to walk in your direction as if he were casually passing by and coincidentally ran into you. when he makes eye contact with you, he smiles before saying, “oh, hey y/n! watcha doing here?” while his smile seemed a little forced, you brushed it off. you wave back to him and tell him that you saw a cousin of yours after not seeing him for a few years. relief immediately washed over yuuji, and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.
MEGUMI is oblivious. his face is clearly flushed, and his words are slightly jumbled whenever he's around you. this became even more clear when one day, yuuji and nobara had interrogated him about why his face is always red around you. which of course, he denied. he simply says, “it was hot out, that's all.” they see right through megumi's “lie.” yuuji and nobara both look at each other before bursting out laughing. “it's literally winter, fushiguro.” megumi rolled his eyes and moved on with his day. (he was secretly praying they didn't make a big deal about it, but he knows damn well they probably did) yuuji and nobara on the other hand, ran to tell you that it was quite literally confirmed that megumi liked you too! after they told you about what they had just witnessed, (mind you, they were speaking fast as hell so it was hard to understand, but you got the general idea) they started dragging you towards megumi's location. they didn't even give you a chance to oblige against it because they couldn't let this chance go to waste! they've been watching the tension between you and megumi for the past few months, and they were sick of it! and oh boy, when you were finally face-to-face with megumi.. it was awkward. like 3 minutes of awkward silence. but, it ended with megumi asking you out, so hey!
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inspired by this prompt list <3
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churipu · 1 day
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PAINTING THEIR NAILS 𓆝 ⋆。𖦹°‧
ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji
ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. none :)
note. i don't know, something about painting your partner's nails feels intimate to me. like, yes. make art on my nails pls.
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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
"what are you doing, baby?" gojo asks, his cerulean blue eyes gazing into the on-going television series playing in front of him.
you didn't answer him, brows furrowed in concentration — slipping your tongue out, a bit past your lips. index finger and thumb clutching onto the polish brush as you try to stroke his nails neatly with a light pink color.
"are you painting my nails?" he asks again.
much to his dismay, the room was void of answers yet for the second time. but gojo wasn't angry, his eyes finally gazes at your figure, eyeing you in content. his chin prepped on top of his free hand, limping the hand you were holding onto, "just a little more," you whisper to yourself.
three minutes passed and you pulled yourself back, "all done and dolled up, give me your other hand," you commanded, ushering gojo to give his other hand.
"good job, baby. they look pretty," he chuckles, indulging to your command — letting you have your fun, "can i do yours after?"
you nod, "mhm, i want to use (favorite color). and you gotta do it neatly too . . ."
gojo shrugs, "easy job to me."
it was in fact not an easy job to him.
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"paint my nails?" geto parrots softly.
you stood in front of him, holding a grey colored pouch — that geto knew was filled with different colored polishes, he's seen you done your nails for fun and then erasing them just a few hours later because you were bored.
"yes, i want to paint them. can i?" you ask him, taking a seat right beside him on the couch, immediately letting yourself sink a bit into the fabric.
"mhm, sure baby. what color were you thinking?" geto raised his hand up to your thigh, letting you take over.
you hummed, "i was thinking . . . just a simple silver colored cat eye nails, you have pretty nails, you know?" geto, frankly, couldn't understand what you meant by that — cat eye on his nails? but you were his partner, and he trusts you.
it didn't take you long to finish a hand. his eyes never leaving your hand as they moved in slow strokes, "how do you think they look? i was watching a video on the internet, and i thought this might look pretty on you. 't looks a little different than what i saw though."
geto's gaze fell onto his nails, a smile popping up onto his lips, "'t looks pretty, thank you."
"really? you're not just saying that, right?" you ask, narrowing your eyes jokingly.
"nope, 'm being serious. do my other hand," he offers, leaning his lips to the top of your head, "ever considered opening a nail boutique? you have the skills for it."
"now that you mention it, maybe i should."
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"can you do my nails, please?" yuuji asks, wiggling his fingers in front of your face, "i want them to be painted prettily."
you raise a brow, "they're already pretty though."
yuuji puckered his lips out slightly, "but i wanted you to paint them for me," he draped himself over you, chin laying on your abdomen. brows furrowed like a baby, "make them look prettier."
"grab my nail polish pouch in the room, yeah?"
your words lit him up like a lightbulb, and yuuji was almost immediately up and about — disappearing into the room to grab the pouch you told him to. his giddy smile not leaving his face even when he came running back to you, laying the pouch on your tummy.
"i think maroon would suit you," you rummaged through the pouch, "or black? whichever you'd like . . ."
"can you do both? zig-zag?" yuuji questions.
you nodded, "mhm, anything for you, yuuji."
it was obvious that the boy was excited, his body trembling as you painted his nails, "woah . . . they look pretty," he whispers, squeezing your hand a bit.
"you're pretty," you replied back.
yuuji looks at you, a bit taken aback, but said nothing to deny you — only letting out a soft laugh, "too busy for a kiss?"
shaking your head, you leaned in towards him, stealing a kiss from his lips, "nope, never too busy for a kiss," yuuji huffs out with a large grin.
"i love you, you know?" he asked you.
"mhm, always. i love you too."
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I WANT A HEART TATTOO!
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I'LL NEVER GET IT REMOVED!
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synopsis// suguru gives you your first tattoo.
➚ pairing// tattoo artist!suguru geto x gn!reader
➚ word count// 2k
contents// friends to lovers, tattooed and pierced geto, reader is a chicken, mentions of drinking, maybe like the ittiest bittiest type of suggestive toward the end...? slightly teasing/cocky geto?
notes// this is kinda cringe but i am cringe and free. also this was inspired by heart tattoo by joyce manor (dont play with me rn.) hoping this will help hold yall off till i can finish the smau...
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Geto meticulously cleans up his tattoo station, occasionally stopping to take a swig of the beer you so kindly brought him. 
“You’re quiet.” 
You hum as you take a sip of your own beer. 
He stops and turns around to face you, his eyebrow raised. “Why?” 
“I like watching you clean.” 
Geto laughs. Not just a small one either, but the kind that makes his nose crinkle and his cheeks bunch to the point his eyes are forced closed. You ignore the butterflies in your stomach, blaming it on the alcohol (even if this is only your first beer and definitely not enough to have any sort of effect on you, but you digress). 
“What’s so interesting about watching me clean anyway?” 
You huff, ignoring the increasing heat on your face. “I don’t know... Just shut up and finish cleaning, Suguru. I wanna leave.” 
He smiles and turns back around, continuing to clean. “I told you you could go home.” 
“And leave you to fend for yourself?”
“I’m a grown man.” 
“Whatever… Besides, I can’t drink all these beers by myself.” 
Geto doesn’t say anything, but his shoulders shake slightly with a small, silent laugh, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You love his little quirks. You always have.
maybe a little too much.
Meanwhile, he picks up his tattoo machine and stares at it. There’s nothing particularly interesting about it; it’s just plain black, freshly wrapped in some black medical tape. 
“Hey Y/N?” 
“Something wrong?” 
He shakes his head and turns to face you again, tattoo machine still in hand. “You still don’t have any tattoos, huh?” 
“Um, no,” you respond sheepishly. “I’m not like scared or anything-“ 
“I wasn’t gonna say that.” 
“Oh. then what were you gonna say?” 
“Can I give you a tattoo?” 
You blink at him. It’s not like you don’t trust him. You trust Geto with your life. You trust him more than anyone or anything in the world. Shit, you might trust him even more than you trust yourself. It’s just…
Geto impatiently groans at your lack of answer. “Oh, cmon, you literally promised me when we were younger that you would let me tattoo you!” 
“That was when we were like twelve!” you scoff, in disbelief he’d throw something as old as that in your face… Maybe he’s been hanging around Gojo too much. 
“Give me one good reason why you won’t let me tattoo you.” 
You frown as you look away, and right away you can hear his footsteps as he places himself in your line of vision again. raising his eyebrows as if to ask, “well?” 
You mumble something under your breath that he doesn’t quite catch. “Y/N, you know I can’t hear you when you do that.” 
“I actually am scared!” you finally say loud enough for him to hear, and it comes out more like a single word than a full sentence.
Geto can't help but giggle, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth, but not even that helps.
“Suguru, this isn't funny; I'm being vulnerable here!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says through stifled laughter before finally calming down enough to clear his throat. “You're right, it isn’t funny,“ he pauses for a moment. ”Wanna know something?”
“What?”
“Getting tattooed scares me too.”
“Liar,” you scoff. “You're covered in them.”
Geto shrugs. “Doesn’t mean it’s not unnerving each time.”
“I just don’t want it to hurt,” you explain with a slight pout.
“It’s a needle going in and out of your skin, Y/N.”
“Exactly!”
“Fine,” Suguru says with a sigh, and you think that's it; he's done, but not even a few seconds later does he speak up again: “What if I said I'll be gentle?”
“Haha.” Your brain immediately short circuits, and the butterflies in your stomach are something you can't blame on the alcohol this time. “Huh.”
Geto laughs softly. “With your tattoo?”
You nod blankly, your brain still not working properly and not yet actually computing what he’s still asking you.
“Yes?” he confirms excitedly.
“Yeah…” Finally, it hits you. “Wait, no! I mean, no. and not to mention you’ve been drinking?”
“Like two sips, Y/N,” he says with a slight pout and roll of his eyes. “You know better than anyone; it takes a lot more than that to get me drunk.”
“Okay, well, what about me? Isn't it bad to get tattoed when you’ve been drinking?”
“Oh my god, just say yes or no. You know I won’t be mad if you decide not to.”
You stare deep into Geto’s eyes, and he’s not lying; he won't be mad. disappointed, sure, but not mad. never mad, never when it comes to you. And right then and there, your conviction crumbles into a million tiny pieces, just dust in the wind.
“…fine”
“fine?”
“You can tattoo me. But!" you exclaim, pointing a finger at him as if lecturing him, “it has to be small! and somewhere where it doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay, I can't guarantee that last part, and you know that,” he says blankly.
You sigh in defeat. “Yeah, I know.”
Geto smiles at you softly and coos, “But I will try,” as he gently caresses your cheek before breaking away and turning around to pull back out the stuff he needs.
You stand there wide-eyed, and your jaw dropped. Geto is affectionate, sure, but he’s never been that affectionate. He couldn’t feel the same way, could he? You shake your head, denying that thought, even despite how hot you feel.
He just did that to comfort you.
That’s all.
He was just trying to be reassuring.
That's it.
At least that's what your brain is trying to say, but your heart is saying another with the way it violently beats against your rib cage.
The minute he turns around, you compose yourself, shutting your mouth and hoping to god he doesn’t notice your chest heaving almost uncontrollably.
Geto pats his tattoo chair. “Sit.”
You hesitate, standing there like a deer in headlights.
Geto clicks his tongue dramatically before grabbing your hand and leading you to his chair, mumbling a reassuring, “Trust me.”
You frown, placidly letting him drag you around like a rag doll. “I do trust you.”
“Then sit.”
And when he says it like that, how can you say no? When he’s staring at you so intently that it’s almost as if he can see right through you, how do you say no? You cant. So you don't. The only thing you can do is—petulantly—plop down into his tattoo chair.
“Sit right and lay your arm on the armrest.”
“No, do it like this.” By ‘this’ you mean with you hunched over and your arm resting on your leg rather than the armrest like Geto is telling you to.
He sighs deeply. "Y/N, your arm resting on your leg is not stable enough. like at all.”
“Do it like this or not at all.”
“Fine.” He raises an eyebrow at you in mild disapproval and says, "But if it comes out bad, it’s not my fault.”
You roll your eyes, unamused. Geto would never let anything he puts on your body come out even remotely bad. “Whatever.”
“Why like this anyway?”
“Because it’s comfortable..?”
Not really.
Like at all.
Actually, this is extremely uncomfortable, and you're sure your back will hate you later, but this gives you the best view of Geto, and that's all you care about.
“Okay, fine,” he says, not bothering to put up much more of a fight before getting in position. “Ready?”
“Yeah…” Not even a second later, you blurt out, “Wait!”
Geto’s head shoots up, his concerned eyes scanning your face intently. “What? What is it?”
You don't say a word; instead, you grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, prepared to claw into it if and when need be.
“Is that why you’re sitting like this?” He asks, a smug smile creeping onto his face as it finally hits him. “You just wanted to hold onto me?”
You nod sheepishly.
Geto smiles. “Are you ready now, then?”
You nod again.
but that's not good enough for him. He wants a real reply. “For real this time?”
“For real this time.”
Geto doesn't miss a beat, and you close your eyes as your face scrunches up in anticipation, your nails already sinking into his shoulder. But the minute the tattoo machine actually meets your skin, you peek one eye open because all you really feel is some vibration and the tiniest of scratches. It doesn’t hurt that bad at all, actually; it’s more than tolerable, and with that, your hand relaxes against his shoulder, still resting on it but no longer gripping him like he’s the only thing tying you to this earth.
It’s not long after that the feeling fades into the background of your mind, like a blur. Being tattooed isn’t even a thought in your brain at all right now. Geto could be tattooing a dick on your arm right now, and you wouldn’t even know because the only thing you can focus on is him.
The only thing you can ever focus on is him, if you’re being honest.
But right now, something is different. Seeing him in his element makes your knees go weak, and you’re grateful for the fact that you’re sitting. and suddenly you don’t know why you’ve never let him tattoo you sooner. You’d let him tattoo you a thousand more times if it meant you got to see him like this. He somehow makes the way he focuses look like art—from the way his brows are knitted together in concentration to the way he absentmindedly bites and fiddles with his lip piercings—it’s all art; he makes it look too beautiful. like he’s more modeling and pretending to focus than actually doing it. You involuntarily let out a deep, longing sigh, your eyes fluttering close in the process.
Geto’s gaze flits up to your face. “You're not about to pass out on me, right?”
You open your eyes and meet his gaze with a small, content smile on your face. “No, I'm fine, Suguru.”
“I mean, if you were, that would be fine too, because I'm done,” he replies, turning off his tattoo machine and moving away from you.
“Already?!” you ask, slightly shocked. It didn't feel like it had been that long.
“Yeah,” he says plainly as he stands up and starts quickly cleaning up his workstation once more. "Don't know what you were so scared of, dork.”
You open your mouth, ready to say something sarcastic or explain yourself, but before the words can even leave your mouth, before you can even think of them, Geto is turning back around to face you and cupping your chin in between his index finger and thumb.
Geto leans down at the same time he tilts your head up and places a chaste kiss on the corner of your (still open) mouth, cooing, “You took it so well.”
All you can do is laugh nervously. “What?” You're still giggling; you don't think you could do much else at this point. “What was that- Why did you just-“
Geto starts laughing along with you, except it’s not a defense mechanism for him; he’s just finding this all too amusing. “You didn't think I gave you a heart for no reason, did you?”
You quickly look down at your arm, the action ripping your chin out of Geto’s hold. “You gave me a heart,” you say absentmindedly, and it sounds more like a question than an actual statement.
“Are you just now noticing?” he asks, returning his hand to your chin and gently guiding you to look up at him again. “I thought you were watching the whole time.”
You swallow sharply, becoming acutely aware of how close his face is to yours again. “I was watching something the whole time, but it was not the actual tattoo.”
“Oh? and what was so much more interesting?”
“Mind your business-“
Geto barely even lets you finish your snarky remark before leaning in and kissing you again. except this time for real. except this time you kiss back.
and suddenly tattoos don’t seem so bad anymore, so long as they all end like this.
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chosobeee · 22 hours
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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙸𝚗?
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Pairings: Gojo Satoru x f!reader, Geto Suguru x f!reader, Toji Fushiguro x f!reader
Warnings: a bit suggestive, crack, fluff, 18+ MDNI
A/N: I have been foaming at the mouth over text smau's lately, so I decided to try it out. It is indeed harder than I thought. Also hi! I'm back. It's been a bit. :)
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Some Pale Blue pt.3 smut as well before I go...
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Before Suguru could respond, you added “If the roles were reversed, I’d already have my mouth occupied… Is it odd for me to say that I miss sucking your cock…” Suguru’s face had turned a shade of crimson, eyes squeezing shut as the few fraying threads of his composure snapped. “Are you asking me if you can suck me off?” This time, he pulled away so you could actually meet his eyes. “Only if you eat me out first, you know it’s rude to tease the mother of your child like that.” Something flashed across his eyes, an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on. But it made the fire in your belly burn hotter, heart thumping erratically as you prayed he would do something, anything to relieve the ache. “I can’t argue with that logic…” Suguru’s head disappeared again, head dipping down to nip and suck the skin of your inner thigh before traveling further up. You braced yourself, your upper back hitting the cool tile wall behind you for the support you needed.
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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏
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✧.* CHAPTER 53 || The Hope
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[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, fluff, and a tiny weeny bit of angst.
[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 3.4k
[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
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——BUT, BEFORE THAT HAPPENS, Gojo had to mentally prepare himself for such an event. Let you go officially? Cut all ties with you off? Move on?
Yeah, it was going to take a while for him to do that, especially given all that he knows. Gojo found himself taking like three showers as if to cleanse himself from the filth he’s had in his mind about you.
The first he took right after his talk with Geto. Being told he smelt like dick wasn’t the best for his ego so he went to go shower immediately. But, even after that, as he walked back into his room, he realized what scent his roommate was referring to.
So, he not only cleaned the entirety of his bedroom but he also took another shower afterward. Then, after later laying down in his bed thinking about what it’ll be like to officially part ways with you, Gojo’s mind flashed yet another lewd image of you and he had to jump up and head to the bathroom for a third time.
It was late at night by then and he stood under the water deep in thought for an hour, replaying all of what he’s put you through all over again. It slowly started to hit Gojo that what he did to you was truly unforgivable, even if you don’t know why he did it. If you’d ever come to Gojo and told him you loved him, he thinks he’d be pissed.
Not only would that make him think of you differently, because what kinda idiot do you have to be to love someone like him, but, it would also make him feel weird. It’s hard for Gojo to imagine what it’d be like to be loved back by you. He enjoys his feelings being one-sided but the moments he got to experience just a slither of reciprocation still linger in his thoughts.
One of his hands went up to his hair and he slid his fingers through it, warm water sliding down his chiseled body as he released a deep sigh. Damn you. That’s all he could think at this point, damn you.
Before this list, before he truly got involved with you, he swears his feelings weren’t this strong. Sure, you made his heart skip a beat every time the two of you made eye contact. And yeah, a simple ‘how're you doing today’ from you used to have him smiling for the next twenty-four hours but still. Hell, even a wave from you used to make his heart pound.
Even with all that, his feelings in themselves were deduced to be nothing more than a crush. He simply liked looking at you, hearing you, and knowing you were just one room over from Shoko’s. But, in Gojo’s mind, having a crush on you was the worst thing he could’ve ever done to himself.
He wishes he could take it all back, his feelings for you included. If only he could go back and stop himself from ever being curious about you. That’s what started it after all. Because, at the end of the day, Gojo knew who you were before you knew who he was— hell, even before Shoko knew who you were.
Even so, none of that matters now, right? It’s all over. When the two of you burn the list, he’ll use that as his opportunity to say bye.
A small smile graces Gojo’s face as he thinks about it. Maybe saying bye would do the two of you some good. It’s probably for the best anyway. Who cares about how he feels or why he did what he did, in the end; you’re happy now.
And that’s the only thing that matters to Gojo Satoru, your happiness.
So, as he finishes his shower and exits the bathroom with a towel hanging off his waist, he hopes that whatever it is you’re doing right now, you’re happy doing so.
If only the universe had blessed Gojo with knowing whether or not you were truly happy.
Sadly, he didn’t know for sure yet. But, in his heart, something told him that during the time you spend not talking to him, you’ll be at your happiest.
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And his heart was right.
You were at your happiest during the time spent not talking to him. Why? Because after that eventful Monday, you spent all of Tuesday planning for your date with Choso.
How could you not be happier? What more could you have ever asked for? The question of if you even deserve all this still lingers in the back of your head but you ignore the thought.
You’re pretty sure that the next few days made up for all that happened that Monday. Tuesday you spent planning your date, Wednesday you and Shoko went shopping for it— she insisted on helping after you told her you were going on one, Thursday you had a rather relaxing day, and then Friday was there and your date was scheduled for that night.
You were on cloud nine that entire day. From the moment you woke up that morning, your eyes gazed up at your ceiling and you smiled at the fact that tonight would be the night things become official.
Yes, Choso asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend but, the title wasn’t set in place yet. He insisted that you let him take you out first, even though you made the argument that the point of dates is to learn about your partner and you already know a lot about him— to which he responded by telling you that you don’t know what it’s like to go out to eat with him.
You let him win that little debate since you wanted to go out with Choso anyway. After getting out of bed that morning, you went and prepared yourself for a slow day up until nighttime, and to your surprise, the smell of your roommate cooking breakfast filled your nose.
Thus resulting in you sharing a wonderful first meal with Shoko, who you praised for preparing such a wonderful plate of food for the two of you. She claimed that it was to celebrate you finally going out with someone and that only reminded you of the fact that she is so out of the loop with the things you’ve been through over the past months.
You’ve been out plenty of times but to her, it was your first date with someone since last summer. Even though you felt bad that she didn’t know anything about what you experienced, it was heartwarming that she felt like today was a day to be celebrated.
“Anything for you roomie!” Shoko beamed as she wandered around the kitchen to clean the mess made from cooking.
It was after your meal with her and you sat watching her— she insisted that you not move a muscle.
Resting your cheek against your knuckles, you grin at the brown-haired woman, “Y’know, I’m just going on a date, this seriously wasn’t ne-“
“Babes, this is like, your fourth time telling me that, and uh,” She turns to you and flashes a smile, “A date is something to celebrate.”
“Is it really?” You drone out to the woman.
Shoko bats those pretty eyes of hers at you, “Yes! Especially when I finally get to meet this lover boy of yours.”
You chuckle and glance down at the counter space in front of you, “You don’t celebrate like this for your dates.”
“That’s because I go on too many for them to be celebrated,” She chuckles, soon turning away from you, “You go on one like every year.”
That makes you laugh, “Shoko, I go on more than one date per year…”
“Yeah?” She scoffs, “How many did you go on last year?”
“Uh…” Well, that’s actually a damn good question. Aside from the one you went on with Geto, which she doesn’t know about, and the few with Choso, which apparently weren’t real dates, you don’t think you’ve been on that many.
“My point exactly,” Shoko giggles, “And hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. Dates get exhausting anyway, trust me, I would know…” She grumbles to herself. Then, Shoko turns to you and walks over to the counter nearby you, “But since you’re going with someone you’ve been off and on withhhhh, things will turn out great!”
“I sure hope so,” You sigh.
She tilts her head at you and smiles as she takes in your expression, “Hey can I ask you something?”
You lift your eyes to her own and grin, “Sure.”
“…Well, it’s not exactly a question, more of a statement-, or, observation.” She murmurs.
You scoff nervously, “What is it, Shoko?”
“You just look… I dunno, happier these days,” She points out with a smile on her face, “Did you manage to score a job or somethin’?”
You sigh, “Uh, I had this small one, hence how I was able to catch up on my rent a few weeks back but uh, I… completed that job, I guess you could say.”
She raises a skeptical brow, “Completed it?”
“Well, I did all I wanted to do in that job,” You lie. It sucks how good you’ve gotten at doing so too, “So, I ended up leaving it.”
“Seriously? But you couldn’t find one for the longest. Hell, I remember you worrying about getting one before we even moved in together,” Shoko recalls.
“I know, I know but, there’s this paid internship I’m sure I can land, especially now that I have more free time on my hands,” You explain simply.
Her head nods slowly, “Right so, you quit that other job for a paid internship right before the semester starts back up?”
“Yeah,” You hum sheepishly.
Shoko smiles briefly, “I mean, I don’t wanna nag you about it or anything but, are you sure about this?”
“Hm? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I dunno,” She chuckles, shrugging, “I just wanted to check that you were confident about this. Between dating someone and trying to land an internship, then your studies… Didn’t’ want ya’ to put too much weight on your shoulders, I guess.”
This sudden warmth spreads throughout your heart. You cherish Shoko more than she knows, “I appreciate that but, I got this.”
A bright smile sparks across her features, “I know! But,” She leans in a little, “If you do need a few months off rent again, I don’t mind-“
“Shoko, please. Thank you but, that won’t happen again, I promise!” You ensure her.
She stares for a second before nodding, “Alright, alright, I have faith in you.”
The two of you share one last little smile before she taps the counter and returns to her previous task of cleaning. You watched her up until she was done and then she asked if you wanted her help in getting ready for your later date.
At first, you were unsure if you should even start getting ready this early but something about playing in your hair and makeup with Shoko for a few hours to kill time just sounded nice. So, that’s what the two of you ended up doing after the kitchen was cleaned.
In your bedroom, Shoko was quick to fly into your bathroom and grab all sorts of things out for you– you loved how much she liked helping you and she really did have a knack for styling and aesthetics. Plus, it was fun to giggle and joke around with her.
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Literally the entire day up until it was actually time for your date, you and Shoko were listening to music, she was talking your ear off about whatever some nurse at her job pestered her about recently (you loved the drama she always had), she helped you with getting ready and you went through many stages of trial and error with what to wear.
Yet, after time flew by so fast, she left you in your room to get yourself dressed officially. Shoko said she’d heard the door and by this time it was dark outside and you were ready with everything aside from the dress you’d picked out.
Shoko practically skipped to the door. She was so excited for you. After spending the past few hours with you, she needed to lay eyes on the man responsible for making you smile so softly every time he was brought up. Of course, she’d heard about Choso from you before but you never showed her a picture of him.
And yes, Shoko does know plenty of people and she knows who Choso is but, she really doesn’t remember what he looks like.
Which leads to now as she opens the door for the man. The moment she’s met with Choso, she realized she’d seen him around campus before, just never paid much attention to him.
“Well aren’t you something…” She greets in an almost dry tone. So badly did she want to comment that Gojo’s better, courtesy of her being biased toward her friend and having been rooting for him all along.
Then, she lets him inside and tells him you’ll be out in a minute, to which he nods and keeps his hands stuffed in his pockets. Shoko studies the man for a moment and it doesn’t take long for her to realize that he’s rather shy.
Even so, he didn’t look half bad– hell, worthy enough for you she supposes. “So…” Shoko starts, narrowing her eyes at him, “How’d you do it?”
Choso flinches and just barely meets her eyes, “H-How’d I do what?”
She tilts her head at him, flashing an overly skeptical look, “How’d you get her to fall for you?”
The man blinks a few times and Shoko doesn’t miss the way his face lights up a little at the mere mention of you, “Uh, I still ask myself that same question. Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Hmph,” She hums, eyeing him up and down. Despite her judgemental demeanor, she was actually fond of him already, “You like her a lot, don’t you?”
“Love her,” Choso corrects quickly, making direct eye contact with Shoko, “I love her.”
Shoko couldn’t help but smile, “Awww, I can tell.”
His face softens, “Can you?”
“Yeah,” Shoko snorts, her hands moving to make a gesture near her eyes, “Your pupils increased in size like ten times the second I brought her up.”
Choso’s ears go a bit red and he looks down at the floor, “Did they really?”
“Mhm, don’t worry, hers do the same thing,” She tells him, “I don’t know if you two are in love or just on drugs.”
“Maybe love is a drug,” Choso comments simply, lifting his gaze again.
Shoko nods, “Oh it definitely is. The worst drug, actually.”
The two make eye contact and Choso tilts his head curiously, “Worst?”
“Yeah, love makes things complicated and people tend to lose themselves when they're high off that feeling,” Shoko explains with a slight shrug, “I mean, I am a medical student so I know a thing or two about drugs, and love is definitely the worst.”
“Hm, I don’t wanna argue with ya’ doc but, if love is a drug it’s definitely the most beautiful of them all,” Choso says simply, smiling ever so slightly.
Shoko laughs, “It can be, yes. But, in most cases, people don’t know how to handle such a strong emotion and it leads them to do outlandish things,” She sends him a serious look, “All of which is done in the name of love.”
“Well, doing outlandish things is okay if it’s for the person you love, no?” Choso asks, raising a brow.
The woman hums, “Hmm, I dunno’ about that. Love is also just a complicated emotion so it really boils down to morals and shit as to what’s okay to do in the name of love and what’s not.”
He chuckles a bit and nods, “Fair point,”
“But feelings are stupid anyway so-” Shoko stops as she sees you emerging from your room from the corner of her eye, “Danm,” She breathes out.
Choso’s brows furrow before he follows her gaze and his eyes and on you. “Holy…” His voice dies out as his breath leaves him, the sight of you completely stripping him of any oxygen.
For one, of course, the two of you color-coordinated to match one another so, while Choso was wearing a predominately black suit and tie, the dress shirt beneath his suit jacket was a deep and rich purple, you were wearing this black dress that had this sparkle to it and as the light hit you, a purple shade reflected off you.
Even with the beautiful dress you were wearing, Choso wasn’t paying much attention to it– his eyes were all over your face and he felt himself falling in love all over again. His feet slowly moved on their own, taking careful steps toward you as you approached him.
“Hi Cho,” You greeted simply, this pretty little smile spread across your face. He looked sexy put together and dressed in a suit but you hoped your face didn’t show how attractive you found him.
The second he got close enough, his hands went to the sides of your neck, thumbs near your jaw as he pulled you close to him and carefully forced your head up, gazing down at you completely starstruck. “Hi princess,” He murmurs.
The moment was really cute and that damn nickname made you smile for the millionth time but then you hear Shoko’s voice in the background, “Oh, and he calls you princess?” She comments, “Gotta’ love these nicknames, sweets.” She teases.
Your face gets all hot suddenly and you glance past Choso and to her, “Hush,” You hummed playfully.
She laughs and then goes to walk away but you don’t really get to see that as Choso turns your head back to him.
You tilt your head at the man who’s still just staring at you, “What?”
“You’re…” He blinks, trying to find the right words when there’s a million he could use to describe you right now.
You snicker and lean forward a bit, “I’m…? C’mon, get it out…” You tease.
Choso tilts his head opposite of yours and leans down until his lips are hovering over yours, “Everything I could’ve ever asked for,” He whispers.
You gush and find it difficult not to smile as his lips press into yours for just a moment. Then, when he pulls away, he appears completely mesmerized by you.
You drag a hand up to his torso and just barely feel against the suit he’s wearing, “Am I really?”
“Yes, yes you are,” Choso breathes out, his hands dropping to your waist.
A long moment of you two just admiring one another floats by and you don’t think your heart and mind have ever been so full and content with something or someone before. The two of you felt like two idiotic teenagers going on their first date with the way both of you smiled like fools at one another before laughing.
It was awkward but this cute kinda awkward. And that only lasted until Shoko spoke again, “Okay kids, this is the part where you go out and have fun!” She says to the two of you.
You and Choso laugh before looking to the woman in sync. “Right, I just got distracted by my handsome soon-to-be boyfriend’s face,” You comment sweetly.
Choso quickly looks at you again and he has to bite back the urge to smither the side of your face in kisses. Even the title ‘soon-to-be boyfriend’ drove him crazy. He wanted this night to go by slowly and quickly at the same time.
“Uhuh,” Shoko snickers, “Whatever you say, can you guys just go now? I want the apartment to myself please,” She requests with a smile on her face.
You and Choso chuckle one last time before finally moving to exit, your hand flying up to wave goodbye to your roommate, who mouths out a have fun to you just before you leave.
Oh it was sure to be a night to remember for you. On your first official date with Choso, everything should go perfectly, right?
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GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢
KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???
NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙
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Picklejar Hall of Fame [Jan, Feb & March]
gonna be doing this every few months now. enjoy🎁
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Bucky Barnes
Incubus & Disney Corruption Series - @after-avenging-hours - found these so long ago and i thoroughly enjoyed them again very recently. so they deserve to be in this list💕
The Ties That Bind Us - @thevillainswhore - divorced or not, god himself will never keep me away from this man's dick🫠🫠🫠🫠
Oberyn Martell
Burning Bright - @tropes-and-tales - i read a few chapters so long ago and then lost the series somehow, but i found it again and i'm saving it here because it's so good😭💖
Frank Castle
Pretty - @chvoswxtch - the dream i had about this man lead me straight to your fic and i have ✨no regrets✨ about that💋
Miguel O'Hara
Superhuman Stamina and Hide And Seek - @astroboots - not a good idea to read this while i was ovulating🫠🫠🫠🫠
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Empty Me Out - i am a sucker for Obi-Wan losing control and you exploited that😤💐❤️
Din Djarin
Dosed - @absurdthirst - who needs ovulation when you've got a sex pollen to make you go insane for the Mandalorian?🌶️🔥🌶️🔥
Electric Heart - @hellowoolf - gnawing at my arm because of this🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
Flowers For My Mandalorian - @thefrogdalorian - this is so cute!!! offering Din flowers?? he absolutely deserves them💐💐💐💐
Like A Moth To The Flame - @the-scandalorian - this👏🏼 fic👏🏼 has👏🏼 ruined👏🏼 me👏🏼
Beloved - @groguspicklejar - shameless self promo. what are you gonna do about it? don't look at me like that👁️👁️
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon wakes up in the middle of the night - @thexsilentxwordsmith - what do i- what do i gotta do? WHAT DO I GOTTA DO? WHO'S SOUL DO I HAVE TO SELL?😭
Simon being obsessed with your swollen tummy - @sunsetsimon - fluff overload🩷 that's it. that's all i have. my brain has been fried by fluff🧠💥
"Since when do you drink bourbon?" - @shotmrmiller - i need to be neutered, doused in holy water and burnt at the stake because HOT FUCKING DAMN🥵🌶️🔥
Around the clock - @clairdelunelove - Simon "lone dog that strays right into your home and stays there to guard you and fix your stuff to make himself feel like he needs to earn your time of day" Riley will never not be the most precious thing ever🌻💞
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Vouyer!Gaz - @sky-is-the-limit - from now on, mirrors are my worst enemy because i cannot walk by one without suddenly having the urge to be fucked in front of it by my favourite fictional man🪞
I let my gf manscape me - Kyle needs to be taken care of and yes, i volunteer as tribute🙋🏽‍♀️ Two Best Friends And A Hoodie - if this man finds his hoodies missing, he better blame himself because i cannot be trusted around them or him and he should take better care of them🫠🌶️🔥 (both my @tfone4one)
Watch Her - @waves-against-a-cliff - you have no idea but this fic lives rent free in my mind🥵
Vegas marriage with Gaz - @mangowafflesss (+ @ethereal-night-fairy 's delicious addition) - this gave me a sever case of brainworms🥴
Release - @captainfern - listen. what do i gotta do to suck his dick? who do i have to kill? because i will do it in the name of gaz dick love🔪🌹
Fake dating Kyle - @alwaysshallow - oh, no fake dating that leads to a forced marriage🙂💍 how absolutely terrible! what ever shall i do?🙂🙂🙂 as i'm running down the isle to marry my man
Out Of Element - @cowyolks - calling Makarov to kidnap me so that Gaz can save me because i'm crazy like that teehee👽
Stay For Something - @makoodles - if you hear muffled screaming, no you didn't. if you also hear loud squelching noises, yes you do because that's the sound of gaz rearranging my guts in an attempt to rectify a relationship that should've never fallen apart in the first place and no, i have no regrets about that🌹🌹🌹🌹
Send Me Feral, Sweet Like Honey & Into The Fire - @greatstormcat - all of these. ✨chef's kiss✨ every version of gaz can fuck me 10 ways to hell and no, i do not regret disclosing that information🔥
Show Me Out - @wiinterz - i was not prepared for how fucking cute this was and i am emotionally damaged my this fic🌸
Bloody Shame - @glossysoap - you need jailtime for this because how dare you exploit my weakness for Kyle "best friend who's secretly in love with you and would jump at the opportunity to fuck you" Garrick🥵🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 ma'am, i'm putting you under arrest for stealing my wretched heart🔒🗝️
John "Soap" MacTavish
The key to solving Johnny's bad mood - @soap-ify - is it bad that i want to purposefully put him in a bad mood so he can do this?👀
I need your discipline - @crashandlivewrites - Soap sending nudes is never accidental and i will die on that hill but dammit is it fucking entertaining either way🌶️🥴
Cbf!johnny - @shotmrmiller - when i tell you that i needed a freezing cold shower after this... way to drag me all the way to hell🫠🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Fwb!Captain MacTavish - @waves-against-a-cliff - can we PLEASE leave our legs open for this bear of a man?👽👽👽👽👽👽
Forgotten Sorrows - @ethereal-night-fairy - you must enjoy breaking hearts because why are you out to get me like this🙃💔 like honestly, every time i go back to read this fic again, i'm left in tears over how exquisitely gut-wrenching it is. so thanks for taking a sledgehammer to my heart🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 (p.s- that PriceWitch x reader smut? a soothing balm to my soul after the hurt you left✨)
John Price
Price with a breeding kink - @luvit - finding out that i don't want kids... unless it means i'm being bred by Jonathan Price was an 💫experience💫
John Price x witch!reader - @neoarchipelago - that's it. i'm taking courses on how to be a shapeshifter because if this is what it takes to find my fictional man, then so be it🐈‍⬛
The Space In Between - @391780 - this exquisite mafia fic will always have me in a chokehold and i have made my peace with that because i wouldn't have it any other way🥂🖤
Who wears the pants - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries - husband!price being a total simp for his wifey and getting jealous when his boys see how beautiful she is? sign me. the fuck. up🔥
Price Headcannons - @blckbrrybasket - listen. idk who's giving you this information but these are the most accurate hc of john price i've ever seen. who's your source?👀 and don't think i didn't catch the rest of the 141 hcs too, you're on my radar now👀👀👀👀
At The Barber - @sofasoap - i think it's extremely accurate when price doesn't want to go to the barber because he's anxious about somebody holding a sharp object to his neck and you've captured that beautifully💖💖💖💖
Captain Knows Best - @slater-baby - kelsi.exe has stopped working😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫😵‍💫💫 i need to be checked into a mental hospital because this wrecked my brain and my pussy beyond repair🔥🔥🔥
Touchy - @glossysoap - my thighs are available 24/7, 365 days a year for this man and i have absolutely no shame about that🎀
Konig
Bite me. Love me. - @cookiepie111 - if he's a walking red flag then we are at a carnival and i'm colour blind🎠🎪
Geto Suguru
Mine, Mine, Mine! - @teamatsumu - when will i find my feral alpha who wants to breed me? when?🫠
Todoroki Shouto
Fingerprints - @andypantsx3 - i'm so glad i found this fic again because i binged it and licked it off my girl dinner plate with not an ounce of shame🍽️
Bakugo Katsuki
Resistance - @yesitsmewhataboutit - genuinely sad when i lost this fic before i saved it but the fanfiction gods took pity on my soul and brought it back onto my lap💐 love you for this masterpiece💞
Honourary Mentions
The Pit - @peachesofteal - Peach, i will never not be in awe of your dark and twisty fics and this one in particular because it's so phenomenally delicious🪻🌑
soap x reader x ghost - @rowarn - i volunteer as tribute for Johnny to learn his new skills on me🙋🏽‍♀️
Netflix And Chill - @luvit - am i ashamed of the whore i became because of this fic? nope. absolutely not and i thank you for it🔥🔥🔥🔥
The Highlands Of Your Heart - @spectres-n-soap - how. dare. you. break. my. heart. like. this🙃💔 ...do it again (no, i'm kidding pls don't)
Let Me In - @eilidh-eternal & @groguspicklejar - this wasn't meant to become a whole series but that's what happens when a fanart sparks the creativity of two moots and thus, an accidental fanfiction series was born✨✨✨✨
mafia!141 - @cordeliawhohung - since we're mafia sister wives, i think this series deserves a spot in this hall of fame🖤✨ taking my time to read this because i want to savour it
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“When the party’s over”
An: Inspired by this song by billie eilish ofc, I saw someone doing an amazing cover of it on insta and my fingers started itching to write. Enjoy :) (Cause I know i didn’t enjoy thinking about it💀)
warnings: Angst, Implied character death (YOU!) short drabble.
“Quiet when I’m coming home, and I’m on my own. I could lie say I like it like that, Like it like that”
He tried to think nothing of it, forcing his mind to deteriorate towards more important things. The reasoning? He knew better than to let someone in of course, to let them get uncomfortably close, so much that he begun being unable to imagine his days without you.
You were more like a pest even. That annoying laugh of yours he’d listen to as if it were the only sound in the world, the irritable cheeky smile you showed whenever he melted into your arms after a long day. Your stupid, stupid voice which could drone on for hours if he’d allow, and he always did without fail. The way your dreadful fingers would gently brush throughout his hair, causing him to relax and feel like you were the only two living beings left on earth.
Sickening. All of it.
He shuddered, not knowing if the cause was the empty, lifeless home, or the memories that flooded through his head. It left him blind, staring at nothing but the dark with lights that had yet to be turned on.
You were annoying, he never wanted you around in the first place. So why is it then, that he felt so frustrated, so utterly helpless. He didn’t know where to put his hands, no familiar warmth to intertwine his fingers in, no arms to lay comfortably wrapped around his torso. What has he to do with himself? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
He could pile himself with work as much as he wanted, fill his days with endless activities to stray far from falling into the depths of his mind, but here, in this eerily quiet home, he still, had nothing.
Before he knew it, he crumbled. Globs of ugly tears falling down his face without the slightest chance of stopping. There was no energy to curse, or pace around a million times and then some. It was just him. And god he hated it. All of it.
Except for you. Now he’s cursed, with remembering you for longer than he’s ever known you.
“Let’s just let it go…let me let you…go.”
Scaramouche, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Getou, Nakahara Chuuya, Osamu Dazai, Fushiguro Megumi, Xiao, All of your favs.
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content & warnings: fem!reader, set in medieval europe but the dialogue might be modern (sorry), bandit!toji, nobles!sukuna&geto, (sukuna is your father/geto is your husband) dark themes (emotional and familial abuse, extreme violence, blood, gore, mental ableism, classism, misogyny, kidnapping, suicide, major character deaths) smut, angst and tragic ending
author’s note: my entry to @kentopedia’s love through the ages event! the artwork for this cover is a painting called ‘Annunciation’ by Jan van Eyck // mdni banner credit to @/cafekitsune. this is a toji fic but the reader and him don’t really have a romance in this which is kinda funny but hey!
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You were surrounded by rotten people. You knew that all too well.
Gaining some self-awareness around the tender age of six when you watched your father — the esteemed noble Ryomen Sukuna send a teenage mother to her death for stealing crops for her two starving children.
His estate was a den of vipers, to say the least.
Father was merely a term. Yes, he was the one who bred your mother to give birth to you but your mother was trial and error in his quest to birth a male heir.
He was barely around which was for the better. He couldn’t even remember your name out of the countless children he had scattered across the land.
Yet — even with his absence, everybody within that cesspool of deceit and malice worshipped the ground he walked on. He hated you. So they despised you.
Despite his general dislike towards you, he viewed you as leverage. As a beautiful young woman from high nobility, you did have some sort of use.
He had been eyeing land from the Geto family for a long time and had butt heads with the head of the clan.
So you were shifted off by your father to marry their eldest son — Geto Suguru. It was a bit of a leap to go from not even having a taste of romantic relationships to suddenly having a lavish wedding ceremony.
You hadn’t even spoken to the man until you left in the carriage away from the church that was meant to bring you to your new home.
Some of the elder women in your family in the days upcoming to your wedding reminded you that husbands expected consummation of marriage on the first night.
Nervous was an understatement. Suguru was a handsome man.
Inky black tresses that fell past his back, smile though mischievous like a cunning fox still radiated warmth in the otherwise arctic banquet hall, full of hateful glares.
You were thankful as shallow as it sounded to be betrothed to somebody in your age group, he was soft-spoken with a voice reminiscent of honey with how sweet and soothing it was, and for the most part, he was considerate.
“…So, here we are,” Suguru said with a half smile as you sat on the edge of the four-posted emperor bed. “Married life.”
The bed was draped in sumptuous silks and velvets of crimson and scarlet hues. Soft pillows and cushions, plump as it was stuffed with the finest feathers.
You gave him a nod instead. His eyes flickered to your hands anxiously wringing.
“Is something wrong?” He questioned, voice laced with concern.
You cleared your throat. Women were meant to be seen and not heard, that was the general mindset of your family.
“…Are you going to make love to me?” You asked rather meekly, struggling to meet his eyes.
Suguru’s eyes immediately widened, a bewildered look on his face. You barely spoke, and the first thing you talked about was sex?
He would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. But there was a sense of distance between the two of you. He didn’t blame you whatsoever.
But it was disheartening all the same.
He crouched down and took your hands in his. The action made you instantly gasp.
“Would you want that?” He asked tenderly, his hazel eyes boring into your own.
It was never about what you wanted within the Ryomen dynasty. It was always to follow what he wanted.
Yet, here you were given the choice by a man you had just met. Albeit your husband, but the simple question made some of your apprehension melt away.
To make love to your husband in the eyes of the women in your family was a part of your duty as a wife.
“I…don’t exactly know what to do.” You whispered as your eyes fixed on the floor of the bedroom chambers.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You are my wife, and I intend to follow the vows I made to you thoroughly.” Suguru said, firmly.
“To love and to cherish.”
“But what if I want to?”
“So tell me that you want me to touch you. I need to hear it. From your lips.”
Your body was an inferno.
All senses were alight as you felt Suguru’s rigid and taut muscles press against you, panting as the room swirled around with the sinful noises of skin slapping, almost animalistic, low and guttural grunts from Suguru and salacious moans you didn’t even know were within you.
His breath ghosted along your skin which was slick with sweat.
His golden eyes reminiscent of the gold that adorned your neck earlier fixated on your own, piercing them as the pad of his thumb dragged along your soaked slit.
You drew a sharp intake of breath as you felt him part your wet heat, a pang of arousal shooting through you as he began to massage your sensitive nub that was aching from the way his cock dragged against your gummy walls.
Eyes rolling back, it ached at first but with the way his fingers interlaced with yours and his lips pressed against your temple with sweet whispers, it slowly but surely ebbed away, and morphed into pure ecstasy.
“I've got you.”
“I can't get enough of you.”
“Gods above, I love you.” He murmured as his hand was firmly planted on the nape of your neck, groaning and gasping as he lost himself in the sensations that rushed through his body.
From then on, Geto Suguru was your everything.
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The façade of the man you were sure was your soulmate shattered before your very eyes.
You'd settled into the Geto estate smoothly. The maids sang your praises despite you assuring them there was no need to.
Suguru did everything in his power to make sure you were comfortable. The man was enraptured with you and it was a completely foreign feeling.
It was hard to adjust from being a black sheep to suddenly being the apple of somebody's eye. At first, you were reserved despite him making love to you like you were estranged lovers reunited after centuries on your wedding day.
But gradually, you came out of your shell. It was no longer a one-sided display of affection. You could kiss him in front of others without feeling shame.
Arms always linked. Hands always held. You were glued to his hip and he relished every moment of it. It was all he wanted.
Suguru was often preoccupied with his family affairs as he was now head of the clan after marrying you.
He made it known that he was deeply remorseful and the last thing he would ever want was to keep you alone. You were his beloved wife.
Nonetheless, you weren't perturbed. You weren't a person who craved companionship 24/7.
He promised to make it up to you. And that he did.
The two of you strolled through as you leant into him. He was so tall and broad, that the sunlight reflected on his features made him all the more handsome.
"Thank you for bringing me here, darling." You said gently as you squeezed him, earning a chuckle.
"No need to thank me, it is the least I could do, my love." He responded as he gazed at you with fondness in his eyes. "I've been meaning to show you around the place properly. I know it is rather large but there's still so much more."
Wordlessly, you rested your head against his shoulder. Suddenly, you felt him tense up as he stared at the labourers toiling in the fields.
Your eyebrows furrowed.
You'd never actually seen Suguru in any state of distress. In the months you'd been married, he was always in a state of bliss and content.
He released you and stormed over towards the grassy lands.
"What on Earth are you doing...?!" He barked out.
At first, you simply pursed your lips into a thin line. Yes, it was unfortunate to see Suguru yelling at the workers but that was the norm.
The rare times you'd saw your father, he did the same to those who tended to the fields.
But it was as if something had taken over Suguru. The workers' faces were drawn with exhaustion and despair but now they were cowering and pleading for mercy.
His words were venomous and cruel.
Your stomach began to churn, your beloved husband was morphing into the poisonous vipers you had once been suffocated within the Sukuna estate.
Instantly, your hands flew to cover your mouth as the blow echoed through the orchard.
Suguru had struck the little boy, no older than ten years old and sprung on him.
Everything was crashing down on you at once as the child's wail of pain pierced through the air.
You were blinded by love to the true nature of the man you had wed. Geto Suguru was no better than the rotten nobles you had been trapped with.
Without a second thought, you threw yourself between Suguru and the boy. Adrenaline pumping through your body, crouched as your hand gripped onto his wrist.
"That's ENOUGH!" You shrieked.
The little boy used you as a shield, clinging onto the skirts of your gown.
"You must understand. This is the way things are done here-"
"NO!" You yelled as you outstretched your arms in a protective stance. "I cannot and WILL NOT condone such cruelty. Not to anyone, especially not to innocent children, do you hear me?!"
Suguru's eyes were stormy as he yanked you up to face him.
"They are beneath us. What does it concern you how I speak to such peasants?" He said coldly. "Better yet, the same peasants I feed and shelter. They should be kissing the ground I walk on."
He was livid. The fact you had openly challenged him, undermining his authority.
"Let us leave." He said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching.
The sudden spike of adrenaline had faded away, and you were back to being a fragile doll.
He dragged you away from the fields so harshly you thought your joint would pop out.
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Suguru liked to spoil you when it was time to retire to your bedchambers.
He'd untie your hair, combing through it with an ornate golden comb.
Your haughtiness was more than evident. You'd given him the cold shoulder ever since you returned to the estate.
Praying he wouldn't lash out at the labourers for what you did. He returned for dinner and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened.
As you sat in the satin powder white nightdress, he'd uncork the ornate glass bottle of the homemade neroli scented lotion that was crafted towards your preference.
The gentle aroma should've soothed your senses however as Suguru did his ritual, gliding his fingers over your skin in circular motions, you shook your head and pushed his hand away.
The once-adored essence of bitter orange blossoms had now soured. Sullied by the image of Suguru's cruelty.
"I am trying to pamper my dear wife. May I?" He said with a teasing tone, but it was hard to miss the edge of his voice as he looked up at you.
"Is this a joke to you...?" You said harshly.
"Whatever do you mean?" He replied, feigning ignorance.
"You...hurt that child in front of me!" You cried out.
"Are you still harping over this? Christ woman, you're acting like you lived in squalor like them." Suguru said, beyond irritated.
He wanted nothing more than for you to drop this.
"Your father flung a mutt onto my family. Do you know that?" Suguru said harshly.
Your blood ran ice cold as the words seeped into your brain.
"...Excuse me?" You said, shakily.
"I was gracious enough to take you in. To marry you. He told us that your mother was one of his whores. Not even a wife."
It felt as if the four walls were closing in on you. As if you were shrinking before Suguru as he sneered at you.
Fangs sunk into your veins, and your blood was being filled with venom as he went on.
"...So why?" You could only muster out, voice cracking as your vision blurred from the hot tears pricking your waterline.
"I like a challenge." He retorted smugly. Almost pleased with himself that he had broken you.
Retribution for the way you had humiliated him back in the orchard.
"And you're not too bad on the eyes. You're beautiful but I expected after all my coddling you'd be an obedient housewife. I see I was wrong. Mutts always show their true nature in the end, no matter how much you pamper them. They bite."
Maybe it was dramatic to say.
As you stared up at the ceiling as Suguru was fast asleep, you were sure if it was possible...that last sentence caused your heart to blacken and wilt.
He had destroyed you, the same way your father had.
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Nails chipped away. Hangnails, that’s what they were called? Against the pristine white snow, Toji’s red fingers contrasted.
Funny. He had many, many brushes with death.
He was sure even with one brush of death, he would stand right at the iron gates of Hell and feel flames lick at him.
Ironic how a man who was famed for slaughtering enemies on the battlefield loathed the metallic stench of blood.
His clothes had seeped and dried and his skin was slashed.
Looking back on his pitiful life, there wasn’t much to account for. He had no achievements.
He liked a good poem recitation if he ever came across a band of mercenaries around a campfire and strong alcohol.
Suddenly, he stirred at movement in his peripherals.
He had a sixth sense, it was a gift from his clan. The only useful thing they had given him.
“Old broad…are you gonna eat those?” He rasped out as the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked buns wafted to his nose.
The elderly lady snickered to herself as she shook her head.
“I don’t think I can offer them to a boy whose guts are spilling out, can I?” She muttered as she crouched down to get a better look at him. “Bleeding all over my son’s grave.”
“I’m sorry…but it counts as a decoration?” Toji croaked out with a smug smile as he knocked his head back.
That was the last thing he remembered before he was submerged in complete darkness.
The woman sighed. It wasn’t unusual to come across corpses and half-dying people in this lawless land, stricken with war.
But there was a strange pang of sympathy that shot through her spine as her eyes raked over the man.
Jet black spikes reminiscent of thorns, body well defined with muscle and a scar on his lip. This was somebody’s son.
So, she headed back into the town and asked the blacksmith to fling onto the cart and drop the man into her cottage that was on the outskirts of the village.
Soon enough, the local doctor cleaned and stitched up his grave wounds.
“You realize this is a wanted man.” He spoke and peered at the woman, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose after he finished bandaging his abdominal area.
“Is that so?”
The doctor fumbled around his haversack and pulled out a bounty poster, handing it over to the woman.
“All the knights have been searching high and low for him. They say he alone has the strength of an army.”
“Wanted for what?” She questioned.
“Typical rogue. Was loyal to the King then went berserk, and slaughtered other men. Been on the run ever since.”
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His head throbbed.
The bed creaked as he pushed himself up on his elbows but immediately winced as he felt a stinging sensation across his abdomen.
He was pretty sure hell did not have porcelain animal figures and doilies on the mahogany chest of draws.
The big man upstairs must’ve thrown him another chance. Most people would’ve jumped for joy at the prospect of living, but Toji thumped his head back onto the pillows.
He was ready for this wretched existence to end and it just wasn’t letting go any time soon.
“Ah, you’re awake.” A familiar voice called out as the door swung open.
It was the same elderly lady from the cemetery. Toji was bewildered.
He knew he was heavy. It was impossible that this woman carried him with his hulking figure.
“How did I get here?”
She shrugged.
“A friend of a friend.”
Toji tore off the patchwork quilt and attempted to clamber out of the bed.
Attempt since the second he moved, his abdominals were on fire.
“You’ll tear open your stitches. Lay back down and rest for goodness’s sake.” She scolded as she tucked him back in.
“Look lady, thanks for patching me up but I don’t need your damn help.” Toji scowled.
“That’s rich. From the man who was strung up like prized mutton at the damn butchers.” She frowned, a hand on her hip. “I could care less what you do when you recover but for now you’re in my care.”
There was no use in arguing back. She was right and besides, he was bedbound. His body had seemed to give up on him.
So like a toddler, he turned to face the wall and pulled the covers over his head. Signalling for her to take her leave.
He perked up when he heard the plate set on the bedside table. The same baked delicacies that had somehow resurrected him.
Listening wasn’t something Toji was known for. Stealth, yes. Ruthless, check.
But not listening.
Regardless, Toji followed the woman’s instructions on telling him to rest and recover. And soon enough, he slowly was back on his feet.
Not completely back to his full strength and abilities, but he could walk without collapsing in pain which was a perk.
One morning, he decided to make his way out of the small cottage. The lady was hunched over, tending to a growing vegetable garden.
“You’ll hurt yourself like that, y’know.” He spoke, leaning against the wall of the house as he crossed his arms.
“Funny coming from you.” She responded wryly as she straightened her posture as she turned to face him.
“I’m bein’ serious, lady.” He chuckled as he strode over towards her, taking the small gardening spade from her hands. “Here, lemme show you.”
She watched in awe as he began to extract the weeds with precision.
“Hunching over will do you damage in the long run, but it also is a bad position when it comes to dealing with these little fuckers.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
From then on there, every morning Toji nurtured the garden bed with his savior that had come in the shape of a petite elderly woman he never bothered to learn the name of until he returned to his full strength.
He only learned her name as he stood in front of the headstone, next to the one he had bled out on almost six months ago.
Leaving her home, he never expected to drop by and hear from nosy villagers she was found alone and rotting in bed due to the cruel working conditions a certain nobleman hailing from the Sukuna clan had imposed open her.
Listening, is not a strong suit but revenge? It came as natural as breathing for Toji Fushiguro.
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Rumors swirled.
Nobody had seen you leave the bedchambers for weeks apart from Suguru, who wouldn’t even let the maids enter.
You lay in the bed that once was some sort of paradise, now a prison/
“I worry for you, my darling,” Suguru said plainly as you refused to face him, back turned. “You’re pushing my hand. I fear I may have to do what is done to disobedient mutts.”
Clutching onto the cushion tighter, you ignored him. Words could not capture how much you truly loathed this man.
Hearing his voice made you want to scrape your ears off.
In an attempt to humor him, you responded to his sick taunts.
“And what may that be?”
“I have more than enough witnesses to attest to your peculiar behavior over the past few weeks. You’ve lost your mind, darling. I think you are much better suited to a bedlam.”
That got your attention.
Slowly but surely you turned around to face him with a perplexed expression. The smile you had once loved dearly now made bile scratch at your throat.
“…What?”
“I have written to your father about it. He replied and said something about how your mother was just like you. Runs in the family it seems.” He chuckled.
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Toji’s mind was foggy with the rancor of war. That often happened when he was caught up in bloodlust and the haze of battle.
He saw you sat cross-legged. Eyes widening at the fact you were unperturbed.
Did you not hear the commotion of him barging into the estate? The screams of horror? Vases and furniture being demolished?
“You that bastard Sukuna’s daughter?” Toji questioned.
You nodded.
“I murdered your husband,” Toji said bluntly. “Now I’m gonna hold you ransom.”
“…Okay.”
“The hell do you mean ‘okay’?” Toji frowned at your compliance. “You ain’t gonna put up a fight?”
You shrugged.
“You did me a favor. I detest both my father and husband.”
He pulled a face as you fluttered your eyes closed.
“What are you doin’?” He questioned.
“Aren’t you going to kill me next?” You responded nonchalantly.
“Put your damn clothes on and get out. I’m not killing my gambit.”
“…Gambit?”
“Yes lady. Don’t make me repeat myself, you got five minutes cos I’m torching this place soon.” Toji said firmly as he turned back around and headed out of the bedroom.
“Did you kill Suguru…honestly?” You asked as you followed after him.
“You think I’m bluffin’?” Toji snickered as the two of you descended the grand stairwell.
Despite not leaving your chambers after Suguru had branded you as a madwoman, the estate was nothing like the one you were once accustomed to.
Your nose wrinkled at the acrid scent of blood and decay. Once always bustling with staff, the silence was suffocating.
The tapestries Suguru always bragged about were now reduced to charred and shredded remnants, hanging in tatters.
Almost losing your balance as the bannisters were shattered. The man despite being responsible for the destruction in front of you grabbed your wrist to steady you as if by instinct.
The silverware and crystal shattered into a thousand pieces and scattered across the room, mixing with the sanguine and sticky fluid.
“Look, I’ll show you.” Toji said gruffly, you could’ve sworn there was a smirk on his lips.
It was easy to say that you wanted Suguru dead. He had caused you immense pain and suffering over the past few months.
But as Toji crouched down beside the pallid corpse, bunching a fistful of familiar charcoal flowing locks, terror struck your system.
It hadn’t been too long but the sight of his lifeless face caused tremors to wrack through your entire body. You lost balance and scrambled away.
“He was a pretty boy, mhm? Most spoilt heiresses I know get shipped off to some balding gramps.“ Toji chuckled darkly.
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“…What’s the game plan here?” You questioned.
Thankful to be walking and amongst nature. Nobody would’ve thought almost an hour ago you were being taunted with the face of your dead husband by your kidnapper.
But you took it in stride.
“Eh? What’s it to you?”
“You might as well tell me.”
“You talk too much,” Toji muttered under his breath.
Night soon fell. He had let it slip this was at the fault of your father. You simply agreed.
Your father’s ruthless and callous actions had angered people over the years, and it was never out of the ordinary for the women and children to take the brunt for it.
“I’m not spoilt.” You said suddenly as Toji attempted to alight the firewood.
“Eh?” He responded. “That castle you were shacked up in begs to differ, princess.”
“You think just cos I was in that fancy place I was having a whale of a time? It was hell.”
“My heart weeps for you, it really does. But you have no idea how entitled you sound, rabbiting on to somebody like me.” He said harshly as he stood up from the log.
“We got a hell of a journey, tomorrow. So get some rest.” He settled on as he shed his armor off, slumping at the base of the oak tree to sleep.
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The sickening sound of metal impaling flesh. It took you a moment to register that Toji had been caught off guard, and stabbed.
You froze as he sank to his knees and blood gushed from his stomach and splattered your emerald green dress.
“…Toji?!” You mustered out.
“Get the hell out of here!” He bellowed.
Shaking your head vigorously, you stepped closer to him. It was stupid, yes. You had no sword in his fight (quite literally) but you saw no reason to abandon him.
“What are you doing?!” He cried out before he succumbed to coughing out blood.
“I’m staying with you!”
“Are you crazy, woman?”
Tears streamed down your cheeks.
“Yes. I am.”
“There’s no arguing with you.” He grumbled, shaking his head.
You felt the same hand that had stabbed Toji attempt to drag you away.
“Lord Sukuna’s been looking for you all over the place.” The man guffawed as he wrenched your jaw. “Such a pretty little thing. Maybe I should keep you for myself-”
The man immediately released his grip on you and howled in pain as he instantly collapsed.
Ogling the scene, it seemed as if Toji had summoned the little that was left of his strength and chopped through the man’s ankle.
He released the most blood-curdling shriek you ever had heard from a grown man as you gaped at it all.
Yet more men came. It was endless.
You were going to be sentenced to your father’s wrath and fury. You knew he would blame you for this entire debacle.
He’d probably laugh at the fact you were considered a pawn when you truly meant nothing to him.
Crawling next to where Toji was bleeding out on the grassy land, you stroked his cheek.
“I thought I told you to get lost.” Toji muttered, losing blood rapidly.
“Thank you for everything…” You murmured as you snatched the dagger from his pouch.
“Y/N…what the hell are you doing..?” Toji gasped out, visibly frightened as you brought the blade to your throat.
“You’ve made me the happiest I’ve been…in a very long time.”
His eyes widened as the abhorrent sound of flesh being sliced filled his ears, blood gushing all over him as your body slumped over his chest.
It took him a moment.
You took your own life just to avoid going back there. The body temperature dwindling away.
Gone.
All Toji could do was bawl as your blood seeped through his clothes and mixed with his own. His fingers digging into your dress.
author’s note: hope you enjoyed this (sorry), reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 🩷
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shaisuki · 5 hours
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THE CURSE THAT BINDS US (soon)
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GOJO SATORU X CHUBBY! READER X GETO SUGURU
synopsis: a encounter with the strongest sorcerer of the modern day and he just can't let you go, not when you're his best friend's lover. no big deal right? it's not until he found out you were carrying his best friend's child and you're a curse user.
content warnings: heavy angst, flashbacks, brief hidden inventory arc, heavy spoilers, eventual smut, murder, gore, talks of genocide, massacre, violence, mental issues, threats, blackmails, major character death, pregnant reader, talks of pregnancy/childbirth, chapter titles are bound to change, more tags/chapters to be added.
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CHAPTERS:
I. THE BLESSED AND THE CURSED
II. HIDING SINS FROM THE DAYLIGHT
III. A DEBT THAT CAN NEVER BE PAID
IV. GUILTY CREATURES
V. A DEAL
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muzansfangs · 1 day
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My dear readers, welcome to the “HAVE A DRINK” event. The idea of hosting something new to spice things up have been lingering in my mind for too long. To celebrate the one year anniversary of my account, I have decided to finally give in to the temptation and I have come up with this SMUT EVENT.
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• 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? It’s pretty simple! Below the theme divider, you will find the list of drinks I have come up with. Each one of them contains specific sexual activities I have chosen to include in the mix. If you like the drink, choose a character from Bleach, Jujutsu Kaisen or Demon Slayer to be the guest star of your request and submit it to me!
• 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. When you submit your request, make sure to write the name of the drink and the character you have chosen (e.g. Cosmopolitan + Mitsuri Kanroji).
• 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟? Some drinks may involve more than one character to pick. Please, pay close attention while submitting your request! As specified in my general rules for my head canons, there are some characters I do not write for and, if you do not specify the gender of the reader, I will write for female reader by default.
• 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝? There is not a deadline, yet if the requests are too repetitive I might have to decline some of them (e.g. too many characters for the same drink).
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𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐮.
✦ COSMOPOLITAN (virgin!reader, vaginal fingering, vanilla vaginal sex);
✦ BLACK RUSSIAN (spanking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, vaginal sex, creampie);
✦ BLOODY MARY (hate sex, choking, vaginal sex, degradation kink, overstimulation);
✦ SEX ON THE BEACH (semi-public sex, vaginal sex, drunk sex, cowgirl position, creampie);
✦ MOJITO (double!penetration, threesome, anal sex, vaginal sex, marking the partner);
✦ DAIQUIRI (cheating, modern/human!au, revenge sex, breeding kink, desk sex, clothed sex);
✦ WHISKEY SOUR (threesome, sixty-nine, sleepover scenario, nipple play, vaginal fingering, use of strap-ons);
✦ MARGARITA (blow job, cum swallowing, lingerie kink, vaginal fingering, playful face-slapping);
✦ MANHATTAN (anal sex, corruption kink, handcuffs, shy reader);
✦ MAI TAI (exhibitionsim, collar, manhandling, two additional characters masturbating to the sight in front of them, creampie);
✦ OLD FASHIONED (vanilla sex, pet names, holding hands while having sex, morally grey characters who is only sweet for reader, sex after a battle).
𝐍𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.
✦ GIN (vaginal sex with strap or penis);
✦ VODKA (anal sex);
✦ TEQUILA (shower sex);
✦ RUM (oral sex);
✦ WHISKY (vaginal fingering);
✦ COGNAC (virginity loss);
✦ GRAPPA (passionate sex in front of the fireplace).
You can choose to add ICE CUBES to your NEAT DRINK. Each ice cube is a specific kink, or practice you would love to add to the standard request (e.g.: tequila + Byakuya Kuchiki + two ice cubes: vaginal sex and degradation kink).
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damn-stark · 3 days
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Chapter 32 Our last goodbye
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Chapter 32 of Sugar
A/N- Fun fact i had planned that Choso and y/n were barely going to hold hands in this chapter, when Satoru went to fight Sukuna 😂 good thing that didn’t happen lmao
Warning- Swearing, ANGST, talks of pregnancy, fluff, cigarettes, SPOILERS!! long chapter! Don't listen to this song while reading the goodbye scene at the beginning, it’ll make it sadder….
Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader
Episode and or chapters- chapters 222-225 of the manga
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*A DAY BEFORE THE 24th*
Being outside your house wishing your daughter goodbye is reminiscent of last year when the twins were here, your family was strongly bonded, and Suguru was alive.
Now a year later, Suguru is dead, the twins are gone too, and the family you built with Suguru is distant. Now you’re talking to your brother, hoping once again that you all make it back alive.
“You’re not feeling sick today are you?” You tease your daughter.
Albeit she looks at you lost, going completely unaware that you’re recalling last year when she pretended to be sick so you and Suguru could stay behind.
“No,” she deadpans and shoots you a weird look. “Now why can’t you come with me?”
You sigh and crouch down to be at her level. “Because I have to stay here and fight because I’m strong and I can do something to help.”
Satori looks down with a pout so you quickly grab her hands and tilt your head down. “But you know what? I’ll see you before you know it.”
Satori gently kicks away some dirt and mumbles, “that’s what daddy said and I never saw him again.”
Shit, shit.
“I know honey, I know this is hard, and it’s okay to feel sad, tomorrow is a year since we lost your dad. But I will make it back okay? We will see each other again, I promise.” You try to assure her, but she keeps her eyes down, causing you to feel a pang of anguish in your heart but for an idea also pop into your head. “I have something I want to give you.”
Satori’s eyes flicker up and you let her hands go to pull something cold out of your pocket.
“I wanted to give you this later on,” you let her know and grab her hand again. “But I think right now is more fitting.”
You open her palm and place a necklace with three rings hanging from it. “This,” you continue while a smile finally breaks onto her features. “Is the rings your dad and I used to wear. This,” you point to your engagement ring. “Is the ring your dad gave me when he asked me to marry him, next to it is the ring he put on me when we got married, and that one,” you point to a thicker gold ring. “That one is your dad's wedding ring. You get to keep that now. So when you get older you get to size it so it fits you or turn it into something else. The same goes for my rings.”
Satori picks up the rings and holds them up to take a better look at them.
“But what about you?” She asks and tries to slide on your old engagement ring, but her fingers are still too small. “Won’t you miss it?”
You laugh breathlessly. “No, I have one, don’t worry about me.”
Satori hangs the necklace around her head and tucks the rings in her shirt before offering you a smile. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome, now come here, so I can give you a big kiss…” you trail off the moment you capture her in an embrace and press kisses on her cheeks.
Satori giggles and squirms in your embrace. “No, no!”
You pull back and cup her cheeks. “Listen to me Satori, if you are ever in danger you can use your cursed technique okay? You can use any sword you make, okay?”
A flash of fear passes through her eyes, but you’re quick to push that fear away. “No, it’s okay; it doesn’t mean anything will happen, your uncles will be with you the entire time, and the community will too, so don’t worry I’m just letting you know.”
Satori lets out a deep breath and you caress her cheeks before giving her a sweet and assuring smile. “I love you,” you tell her from the bottom of your heart. “I’ll call you in the morning.”
“I love you too,” she redirects and grabs your cheeks too.
“I’ll call you before bed.”
You nod in agreement and then glance at Satoru in the distance before you lean in and whisper in your daughter's ear. “Go say goodbye to your uncle, and Choso.”
Satori nods eagerly before she breaks away from you and runs over to Satoru. “Uncle Satoru!” She exclaims. And like expected Satoru crouches to be closer to her level and waits with open arms.
When Satori gets close to him she jumps over to him, knowing for certain that she’ll be caught and not lose balance.
“You know what?” She interjects as Satoru stands up to his given height with her secured in his hold. “I know a secret.”
“Hm?” Satoru probes with a curious smile.
You watch them from a distance and Choso approaches you from behind to wrap his arm around your shoulders.
“You will win,” Satori lets Satoru know. “With your fight against Sukuna, you’ll win and bring Fushiguro home.”
Satoru blinks and his face slowly loses that teasing look that had been playing on his features, and a soft look slowly takes over.
“Oh? You think so?” He asks.
Satori nods. “Yes, because you’re strong. My Mommy and my Daddy always said you were the strongest sorcerer. And I believe you are strong too. That’s why I know you’ll win.”
Instead of smiling Satoru sighs and frowns before he brings up a genuine question. “And if I lose? Sukuna is strong too, what if I lose?”
Satori hums and averts her gaze for a moment before she grabs his cheeks and assures him. “Then you can all try again.”
Satoru’s lips pull to a smile and Satori whispers loudly. “But either way I will still think you’re strong, and I will still love you.”
Satoru’s eyes water and all he can do is nod in comprehension.
“I’ll miss you when I’m away,” Satori admits. “Don’t tell my friends but I think you’re my greatest friend.”
Satoru chuckles. “Your secret is safe with me.” He assures her and caresses the side of her head. “And you know what? When you miss me just look at the sky and remember that me and your mother are under the same sky, we see the same moon and the same sun.”
Satori lifts her head to look at the white clouds covering the blue sky with a smile she then shows off to her uncle. “Cool. Will you call me when the fight is over?” She asks.
Satoru sighs and doesn’t let her see his worry. “I'll try,” he assures her before he presses her against him to hug her tightly. “I love you Satori.”
Your daughter giggles and doesn’t hesitate to say it back. “I love you too, Uncle Satoru. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Bye, Sugar.” He says sweetly before he puts her down, letting her walk to Choso, and letting you exhale deeply and then turn to face your family waiting for Satori to say her goodbyes to leave.
“We’ll take care of her,” Larue says as you approach him and the others.
“Okay,” you mumble and look at him, Miguel, Manami, and Toshihisa with a look you can’t keep hardened, no matter how unresolved your feelings are towards your family. “But call if something happens,” you tell them. “I’ll be there as quickly as I can.”
“You don’t have to worry,” Larue interjects. “You focus on winning this fight…I know we may not be close right now but we are still family,” he clarifies to you and the rest gathered behind them. “We will always be family no matter what.”
You can’t say you disagree with that. No matter how upset you still are you can’t forsake them.
“I would like to say I wish you could all stay,” you finally drift the subject away from formalities. “But I’m glad you’re all leaving. That way everyone is safe.”
“Careful or I'll think you’re caring about us,” Toshihisa blurts, making you scoff.
“We’re family above all else, idiot.” You snap back. “I care. But…I can’t forgive just yet. However, there’s no one else I trust to take care of Satori than all of you…” you pause and offer them a genuine smile. “So please keep her safe.”
Miguel grabs your shoulder and assures you. “They will. They’ll keep everyone safe.”
You let out a deep sigh and nod softly. “You’ll come back right?” You ask him after some plans changed.
Miguel nods. “I’ll just accompany them to where they’ll layover and come back right away.”
You wish he’d stay with them too, but this is how things have to be with strong sorcerers like him. “All right,” you mumble and glance at the others. “I'll call when the fight is over to say if we won or lost. If I don’t call in a week then…please always remind Satori why I had to stay back and fight.”
Larue frowns and wants to contradict you so you don’t worry, but you’ll fight harder to get your point across so he agrees.
“Goodbye everyone, and be careful, and don’t let Satori watch the broadcast, okay?”
Miguel and Larue offer you an assuring nod, and Manami and Toshihisa give you a small wave. You turn to face Satori and meet her gaze right away.
“Goodbye, Choso, goodbye Uncle Satoru!” She throws out over her shoulder as she comes running over to you followed by her Tiger cursed spirit companion.
When she reaches you you give her one more hug. “Listen to your uncle okay? And pick up the phone when I call. I love you, my chipmunk.”
Satori squeezes you back. “I love you too Mommy.”
You keep her in your arms for a moment longer and when you feel her start to squirm you pull back and grab her cheeks to stare at her for a lingering moment before you let her go.
“Bye, Satori.” Your voice quivers, but she doesn’t catch it.
“Bye Mommy,” she says back over her shoulder when she turns to head to the car. “Bye, Uncle Satoru! Bye, Choso!”
“Bye Satori!” Satoru shouts whilst Choso returns the goodbye in a quieter tone.
“Bye Satori.”
You watch with tear-filled eyes and a weight laying heavier on your heart as Satori loads up in the car with the rest of your family. When she’s no longer seen and the car starts to roll away you can't handle the anguish or hold that weight, your heart sinks, and tears stream down your eyes, revealing your anguish upon seeing your daughter having to leave once again because of the dangers happening in your world.
Once again your daughter has to leave with the fear of not knowing if she'll see you again. She doesn’t express it, but you know it’s something that creeps inside her, and it became a much more terrifying fear after she lost Suguru.
And once again you have to live apart and say goodbye without knowing how long you’ll go without seeing your daughter, you have to live with heightened self-loathing for having to send her away once again. However, once again Choso is here with you. The last time you said goodbye to your daughter it was through the phone, and Choso and you were simple allies. Now he’s your husband, and now he’s holding you against him as you watch the cars' view get blocked by buses carrying the rest of the people from your community.
The moment the last bus leaves the grounds and the gates close more streams of tears fall down your cheeks. Choso can’t see your face, but he knows you well, before he can even hear you sniffle or before you can say a single word he turns you around to face him.
“She’ll be safe,” he tries to assure you. “She’ll be far away, but she’ll be safe.”
You meet his gaze and only cry harder at the feeling of his comfort. Choso then wastes no time to press his hand over your heart and tilt his head down to meet your gaze.
“My love,” he whispers. “You’ll see each other again.”
You slowly raise your hand and gently cup the back of his hand.
“I don’t want her to hate me,” you share a deep fear. “If I somehow lose I don’t want her to think I left her on purpose.”
Choso shakes his head. “You won’t lose,” he sets the record straight—or really he manifests that you won’t die tomorrow if Satoru somehow loses.
“…and she won’t hate you. You’ll reunite,” he says softly. “She’ll only hear how brave her mother was.”
You share a breathless laugh and then let out a deep breath that helps you relax your shoulders.
“Come here,” he whispers and pulls gently on your arm to wrap you in an embrace.
——
*LATER*
“I didn’t want to send her away, I hope you know that,” you whisper to the hibiscus plant to indirectly talk to Suguru without being heard or seen from those inside the house.
You’re not embarrassed, you’d just prefer to talk to your dead…husband? Ex-husband? What would he be now that you’re married?
Hm.
Nevertheless, you’d prefer to talk to him without anyone listening in.
“…But I also can’t risk letting anything happen to her,” you continue and feed the plant more water. “I hope that doesn’t upset you. I know we told ourselves we wouldn’t let Satori spend too much time without us. That’s not the parents we’d be, but…” you pause and sigh deeply. “It’s hard now with all this mess going on. I’m sorry.” You drop your head and hopelessly wait for a response. You knew you wouldn’t get one, but in the back of your head, you still leave silence to wait.
When the silence prolongs you lift your head and stare at the hibernating plant with longing to see Suguru in front of you instead of a mere plant so he can talk to you. So he can tell you that you’re stressing yourself out too much. Choso tells you, he gives you comfort and you appreciate it and him, but he’s not Satori’s father, he agrees with every choice you make about her. He doesn’t have the same wisdom, he won’t argue against you about the choices you make about sending your daughter away, he’s…not Suguru.
“…I’ll leave you be now,” you whisper. “Wish me luck.”
You get off the floor with the equipment you were using. When you reach the corner of the greenhouse you put away the equipment and take your gloves off to put them away before you wash your hands. You had brought your horse out so she could roam while you were outside; so you look out the window in search of her. And much to your surprise she’s not far, but you catch Kashimo watching her from up close.
So if Kashimo is here that means Hakari, Kirara, and Shoko are here too, and they didn’t bother to come looking for you.
Whatever!
You walk out after you change back into your riding boots, and immediately catch Kashimo’s attention.
“Oh wow,” he interjects nonchalantly. “Did he bore you already?”
You shoot him a pointed look and roll your eyes before you snap back. “Well, considering what we’re going to do tomorrow there’s no time for an actual honeymoon.”
Kashimo scoffs and shocks you by smirking at you. “You know I like—no,” he says. “I bask in all of the doubt you all have on Gojo.”
You lift a brow and tease him. “Which Gojo?”
He shoots you a dirty look before remarking. “You know who. Anyway, I’m glad you all doubt your brother's inability to win it means I will get to—”
“Kill yourself fighting your true love,” you mock him and touch your chest to feign swooning. “How romantic. You know I wish someone would let a lunatic bring them back after 400 years just to see me.”
Kashimo exhales through his nose out of frustration, so you chuckle whilst you walk past him to take your horse's lead and walk her back to the barn.
“Coming to fight the King of Curses is not a joke, I have reserved my cursed technique to use on the only opponent worthy of it.”
You peer at him over your shoulder and notice that he’s following you so you scoff at him and shake your head before you don’t hold back from sharing what you’re thinking. “Wasting your whole life chasing after death is pretty stupid. Did you even live your life?”
“I died an old man,” he grumbles.
You shrug and shake your head once again in disapproval. “And I admire you for it, I want to die old and wrinkly too, but what did you do throughout it? You spent your life unsatisfied because no one measured up to that monster…that sounds pretty pathetic…” you trail off in a whisper and let go of your horse's lead to pet her mane while she follows at your side.
“Oh please,” he retorts. “You sound just…” he trails off and you of course get curious over what he didn't say, but you’ve gotten to know him and he won’t budge and say anything even if you plead, so you just leave it be.
Even if not knowing will probably bother you.
“I had a life,” he throws out to try and prove you wrong. “I had a wife…she was dull though.”
You glare at him over your shoulder and shake your head. “How typical of you to say that,” you mutter between gritted teeth.
Kashimo shrugs with nonchalance. “What?” He retorts. “It was an arranged marriage. She was dull. Don’t tell me that you wouldn't say that about someone. I bet you’ve met some pretty dull woman in your line of work.”
You scrunch your nose and counter immediately. “No! All the women I’ve met in my line of work are hard-working, you don’t know what they have to go through to run down those runaways or pose for those photoshoots. They don’t all have the privilege of having money like me. Asshole.”
Kashimo doesn’t flinch at the insult and just crosses his arms over his chest and frowns deeper. “Okay then…” he trails off and mumbles something under his breath you don’t catch or get to question before he’s interjecting. “You're a Gojo, I’m sure you were arranged to someone.”
A smile tugs on your lips and you slow down to fall by his side and share about the man that almost was your husband. “Actually yes, Naoya Zen’in. He was misogynistic, and he liked to belittle me.”
Kashimo huffs and looks at you with pride. “Exactly so you can’t say shit.”
You smirk at him and hesitate showing off. “I actually beat him up with the help of Choso. We jumped him, and I shut him up.” You say proudly and bounce your shoulders. “And, I’m proud to say this, I sent a picture of him to his brothers looking all pathetic on the ground.”
A smirk flickers on the corner of his lips but he doesn’t show it for more than a second. “Why didn’t you just kill him?” He remarks.
You sigh dramatically. “It would be too much work. It was after Shibuya, I was hiding and going through different emotions so I didn’t want to deal with Zen’in’s seeking revenge.”
“You’re special grade though,” he points out. “You think they would’ve given you trouble?”
You meet his gaze and shake your head. “No. But again, I was going through stuff, and we were dealing with a hundred other things, so, it would’ve just been an inconvenience.”
Kashimo hums and you add on. “Naoya is dead so it doesn’t matter anymore either way.”
You reach the barn so you slide the lead off the horse and watch her walk into her stall before you reunite with Kashimo outside by the fence.
“I’m not doubting my brother by the way,” you make yourself clear since you couldn’t defend yourself before. “I just know tomorrow will be hard. I don’t want to build some illusion and only get hurt more if something bad were to happen, so I’m just preparing myself, everyone is.”
Kashimo keeps his eyes on the other horses grazing on the large field, but you both then glance at your beautiful black and white horse walking out of her stall to join the others.
“But it also doesn’t mean we’re not hoping you won’t fight,” you add and let your lips pull on a smile for him. “If you want to live out your dream and show off your technique then I’m excited to see what you’re hiding. So if you tag in for Satoru to let him take a break then that will be pretty cool.”
Kashimo turns his head, and when you see his gaze on you from the corner of your eyes you lean forward to fold your arms over the wooden fence before you slowly turn your head to look at him.
“I’m still hoping you’ll win though so I don’t have to fight him,” you continue in his silence. “But please if the fight does fall on you, kill Sukuna after we have killed Kenjaku, okay? That way we catch him by surprise like we want to.”
Kashimo sighs and shakes his head in disapproval. “If you’re not fast then I don’t know what to tell you,” he says bluntly, making you groan and push yourself off the fence to turn and face him.
“You know what? I hope my brother wins and you're left salivating over a what-if scenario with Sukuna,” you quip and shoot him a feigned sweet smile before you turn on your heels and start to walk back inside.
Kashimo doesn’t want to be left alone since your community is deserted now and slowly tows behind you.
“Don’t get disappointed when Sukuna rejects you,” you tease Kashimo, making him kick a small rock at your back.
Instead of being bugged by the action you laugh mockingly for too long before you join his silence.
Eventually when you get inside you walk to the parlor room where everyone seems to be. You can hear laughs and conversations, however, before you can turn toward the room you spot Shoko and Satoru outside. And the decision is clear, you join them on the back porch whilst Kashimo joins the others.
“Where have you been?” Satoru asks the moment you step outside. “Did you make my dinner yet?”
You raise a brow and scoff before you sit down by Shoko on the bench. “What are you doing outside?” You ask.
Shoko shrugs. “Just letting the students be and reminiscing about our youthful past.”
You laugh softly and pull your boots off before you tuck your feet under her thighs to keep them warm.
“It’s good when you’re around,” Shoko adds while she kills her cigarette. “It keeps me from smoking.”
You yawn and lay back on the cushions under you. “It’s good I’m pregnant that way I can stop smoking.”
“I have a name for one of your babies,” Satoru interjects. “Satoru the Second.”
You loll your head to the side and shoot him a pointed look. “I am not naming my child Satoru the Second. Satori was only given her name because Suguru liked it so much. I was going to name her Fumiko, which means hibiscus and beautiful child.”
Satoru puts his thumbs down and you ignore him to add another comment. “I’m actually not naming my children after anyone. I already told Choso that. We have too many people to choose from and I don’t want anyone to feel left out, so we’re not honoring anyone.”
“Well,” Satoru adds lazily as he lays back on the hammock. “Half of those people are dead so no one will know.”
“I’ll know,” you quickly rebuttal. “So if you have any name suggestions besides Satoru the Second, I will Iove to hear them. Choso and I will take it under consideration.” You smile sweetly at the ceiling.
“Is it okay if I name my cat Satoru the Second?” Shoko interjects “I want to get a cat after all this, someone to keep me company while I work. And I think cats with funny names are the cutest.”
You snort and Satoru remarks. “Hey!”
“The barn cat just had a litter of kittens,” you mention and wrap your arms over your chest to hug yourself as you feel a chill go down your spine and spread little goosebumps everywhere. “Take one when they’re big enough.”
Shoko pats your leg as a thank you before she says it. “Oh really thanks, that saves me a thousand bucks.”
“What?” Satoru teases. “You were going to get a thousand-dollar cat?”
“Yes,” she agrees right away. “I wanted one of those hairless cats to go with the funny name.”
You chortle and point at Satoru.
Your brother notices and swings the hammock towards you to slam the side of your thigh with his foot.
“You're so gross,” you snap back. “Your foot stinks.
“Untrue!” He quickly rebuttals. “I take good care of my feet.”
“Do you guys remember that game we used to play before you all went on big missions,” Shoko cuts in before Satoru and you can start going on and on just arguing. “The one where we told the worst thing that could happen and something we want to do after?”
You think for a moment to recall back to your high school days.
However, just as the memory hits you before you can say a thing Satoru blurts. “Yes, I remember! You made it up even though you hardly went on missions.”
“Hm, I know, but it was cool for you guys, no?” She asks.
You nod and hug yourself tighter before you take your phone out as you respond. “Yes, it was, so let’s play it now. You go first.”
You then text Choso since you don’t want to suffer through this bitterness any longer.
You to Choso: Could you bring me a blanket? I’m out on the back porch.
“Okay, well, the worst thing that could happen to me,” Shoko muses and lays back to tilt her head over the headrest. “Maybe lose my sense of taste.”
You laugh and check your phone as a message comes in.
Choso: Of course. Do you want a specific one?
You: no, any, please and thank you xoxo
“Sense of taste now how could you—”
“Eh!” Shoko cuts him off sharply. “No you don’t get to judge, remember?! Now I will answer your question.” She says and lets out a small breath before sharing her reasoning. “I would hate to lose my sense of taste because how am I supposed to drink? Tasting is a huge reason why anyone drinks, I mean if I can’t taste it I’d just get drunk on nothing-tasting liquid. It wouldn’t be fun.”
You chuckle and can’t help but agree. “That’s true I mean, especially when it comes to tropical drinks. I love those.”
“Exactly!”
Without saying anything Satoru just groans in a very specific judgy way.
“And you already know what I want to do after so Satoru go on,” Shoko encourages him. And without a moment to think about his response he blurts.
“I'd hate to lose my ability to speak, I have so much on my mind, and how could I bless people with my voice if I don't have it?! Oh and karaoke?”
You roll your eyes and snicker before you quip. “I would for one wouldn’t mind a mute brother. No more nagging voice.”
“Yeah,” Shoko agrees thoughtfully. “Silence at work would be wonderful.”
“Whatever, whatever,” Satoru doesn’t let either of you bother him. “Now what do I want to do after?” He trails off humming, and the door then opens.
You sit up and when you look back you see none other than Choso with a blanket.
“Here,” he says and walks over to hand you the blanket.
“Thank you,” you tell him with a sweet smile.
Choso nods and just as he’s about to turn to walk back inside you grab his wrist and pull him back to you. “Stay,” you suggest—or demand more like. “Leave the kids to…do whatever amongst themselves.”
Choso glances at Shoko and then at Satoru before letting his eyes fall back on you to express clear distress. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude,” he says, making you flash him a grin.
“Yes, I'm sure, we’re just hanging out,” you assure him.
Choso still seems unsure, and as Shoko sees that, she interjects to ease his concern. “You’re family now Choso, you don’t have to worry about intruding anything, plus this is your house now too, so you’re more than welcome.”
Choso still glances back at your brother with hesitation.
“He’s working out his mind by thinking of a response, you have to give him a minute,” you let Choso know. “But he won’t mind, now sit.”
Choso meets your gaze and holds it for a moment as he debates with himself before he decides to turn and sit down beside you, letting you lay down to rest your head on his lap while you cover your legs and Shoko’s lap with the blanket.
“Okay, Cho, we’re playing a game,” you let him know. “It’s something we’d play back in high school, just before we’d go on missions. You have to say the worst thing that can happen to you in that mission, but it can’t be anything depressing. And then you have to share something you want to do after, again nothing too depressing. It's just for fun.”
“Okay,” Choso rolls out as he thinks about the concept of the game.
“Shoko said that the worst thing for her would be to lose her sense of taste, and she wants to get a cat after this ordeal is over,” you share so he can understand better and have no questions. “And Satoru said something stupid like losing his ability to speak, he’s thinking of the next response, which!” You direct at Satoru loudly now. “He needs to hurry up and do!”
“No,” Satoru finally says. “Come back to me. I can’t make up my mind. You put me on the spot. You go next.”
You sigh and roll your eyes back to look at Choso. “You go,” you drift the attention to him. “I’ll go after. Remember, you don’t have to think too hard.”
Choso holds your gaze and lets out a deep breath before he spares a short glance at the others. “Well, I suppose the worst thing would be losing my sight. I wouldn’t be able to see the ones I love.”
You grin and nod. “Sweet,” you compliment him.
“A lot more humble than Satoru over there,” Shoko teases.
“Mhm-mm.”
“It's true, I can’t lie,” Satoru simply says.
“Whatever,” you interject and look back at your husband. “Now the next question.”
Choso nods softly and drops his head to hide the blush furiously growing on his cheeks. “Well this will be sappy, but I would like to make it to the twin's appointment scheduled in January. I want to hear their heartbeats, and I want to see if they’re growing okay.”
You flash him a toothy grin and can’t help but grab his arm to extend it out over you so you can nuzzle against it. “I love that response.” You coo, making him look at you and smile.
“Now you,” Shoko nudges your legs.
You smirk at the ceiling and immediately respond to the first question. “The worst thing that could happen is losing my hair. I love my white hair,” you share. “And I enjoy maintaining it.”
“Now how—”
“Shut up,” you cut your brother off before he can say some judgy remark. “Now, something I want to do, easy, ice skate!” You exclaim. “The lake freezes to the point you can ice skate on it in the winter, so that’s something I hope I can do.”
“If only you had the ability to do that,” Satoru mutters.
You sigh and nod. “If only. I’m a good Ice skater.”
Who are you kidding? Suguru would always need to hold your hand. But you like to pretend you can ice skate like those figure ice skaters on TV!
“Choso,” Satoru calls out, causing said man to stiffen and snap his eyes across from him—“I have an idea for a baby name. If there’s a boy, name him Satoru the Second!”
You pass Choso an amused look and just smile to wait for his response.
“Well,” Choso lets out slowly. “Y/N and I already decided that we aren’t going to name the twins after anyone we know.”
“And he doesn’t like it,” you interject for him.
Satoru looks over with a pointed gaze and Choso nods. “And I don’t like it,” he admits, making you laugh.
Satoru stays quiet so you nudge Shoko with your toe to remind him of who will take that name. “Plus Shoko’s cat will be named that.”
In Satoru’s silence, he chooses to take off his sock and throw it over at you. And since he doesn’t miss, the sock hits your face.
“What the—”
When you realize what hit you you start gagging dramatically, causing Satoru to burst out laughing. Which does trigger you, so you swiftly climb off the bench.
“Here we go,” Shoko mutters and watches you get ahold of Satoru’s hair and arm to drag him off the hammock so you can start hitting him.
Rather than trying to defend himself, Satoru starts laughing maniacally.
“Don’t worry,” Shoko tells Choso as he watches you and your brother with concern over the way you both act—“he usually doesn’t fight back. When he does it’s just playful.”
“Hm.”
“I told you I hate when you do that, why do you have to be such a boy!” You remark as you start shaking him.
The back door opens without you realizing and Yuji, Hakari, Kirara, and Kashimo walk out to see what’s going on.
“My money is on y/n,” you catch someone say. And when you look over your shoulder you see that it was Hakari.
“There’s nothing to bet on,” you say and let Satoru go to step back. “I’m done.” You huff and straighten out your sweater before you turn on your heels. “Now why don’t we go start dinner? And maybe watch something in the meanwhile.”
You walk off and Yuji mumbles, “that’s why I’m glad I don’t have a sister.”
Satoru chuckles. “She’s just easy to piss off.”
How is it easy to avoid thinking about the bad things that are going to happen? Is it because you’re already anticipating it and you know there’s no way around it?
Is that why it was so easy to enjoy the rest of the evening as if the next day you aren’t going to watch Satoru fight the strongest Sorcerer in history, or even participate in fighting that enemy yourself too?
Because it was easy, forgetting, making good memories with Kirara and Hakari, bonding with Choso and Yuji, and mending your relationship with Shoko and Satoru—oh, and forming a new friendship with Kashimo.
It was great, sweet, and for a minute, for a while, for a sweet moment you started to believe that nothing was going to happen, but then when the silence intervened while you were in bed it all came rushing back.
However, you keep trying to avoid it. “What will we tell the twins, or any of our other potential children when they ask how we met?” You can’t help but ask Choso while you get your gaze lost on the ceiling, and he closes his eyes.
“Oh yeah we met in Shibuya,” you pretend to quote lightheartedly. “Your father tried to kill me?”
“You were in my way,” he deadpans, making you pick your head off the pillow to turn it and look at him with an amused smile.
“Oh really? How romantic,” you coo. “But we can also say it this way; I saw your father when he was facing your uncle Satoru, he looked back at me and I said wow what a handsome man. It was love at first sight.”
Choso scoffs and peels one eye open to look at you with a slight smile.
You shrug and lean towards him to rest your hand on his chest and start caressing his skin under the blanket. “What?” You probe. “It was either you or volcano head. But he had anger issues, so maybe your father.”
Choso now peels both eyes open and shoots you a faint pointed look.
You laugh and go on messing with him. “Albeit considering his last choice in a romantic partner I think I wouldn't be his type—Ah!” You snap your fingers. “My brother could’ve been his type, he could’ve lived out his gay fantasy with Suguru’s body.”
Choso snorts.
“Should we send your father a card that says “congratulations you’re going to be a grandfather?” You ask Choso as a joke.
However, he can’t see it so lightheartedly. “No,” he mutters. “I won’t tell him anything. I won’t tell our kids about him either unless they ask. He deserves no recognition from me or my family.”
Your smile turns faint and you slither your hand up to cup his cheek and tilt his head your way. “After tomorrow he hopefully won’t be a problem anymore. I’ll bring you his brain so you can burn it or squish it, I don’t know. But tomorrow all he’ll be is a bad memory. I swear.”
The corner of Choso’s lips tug to a smile and he grabs your hand and plants a kiss on the heel of your hand before he whispers. “I know you’ll take care of it.”
He didn’t say it but you knew his father still being alive stresses him out because of the babies you’re expecting. Neither of you know what to expect from Kenjaku, especially if he were to find out his eldest son was expecting twins, and Choso fears that his father would somehow hurt you and in turn hurt your twins just to hurt him.
“Now,” you smoothly change the subject. “What will we tell our kids?”
Choso smiles softly. “The truth about how we met. I am not ashamed to say that I lost against you.”
You giggle and lean in closer to talk against his lips. “I told you I did not want to kill you, and good thing I didn't. Look at us.”
“Hm,” he coos softly. “Albeit Shibuya isn’t when we met for the first time. We met last year when you picked up my capsule.”
You hold his gaze and feel your smile soften as you grow enamored. “That’s right,” you whisper.
“But I suppose we can keep that story to ourselves,” he says and presses his forehead against yours.
“Choso,” you murmur as you’re lost in the intimacy of the moment. “I'm scared for tomorrow. I…don’t want to lose my brother, or you, or anyone else. I don’t want to go into tomorrow because it means we’ll have to face that unavoidable battle.”
Choso sighs and keeps you pressed against him. “I’m sorry I can’t reassure you that everyone will live because I don’t know tomorrow, but…doesn’t it make you feel better to know that everyone, especially your brother, will fight bravely to bring some form of peace?”
“I don’t want to be used to losing people,” you admit with a stinging throbbing in your throat. “I don’t want to be alone.”
You pull back and face him with your eyes gleaming with tears and your lips formed into a soft frown. If he could explain this expression he’d say it was a beautiful sadness, one poets would write sonnets about, a beautiful sadness artists would paint on their canvas.
“You won’t be alone,” he whispers to try and assure you.
“Do you swear?” You make a stupid promise out of fear. And he hesitates knowing he should let you down and not feed into your illusion, but he can’t help it when you look at him with those eyes full of tears.
“I swear.”
Choso wipes away the tears that slip down your cheeks and leans in to press a gentle kiss on your lips.
You kiss him back slowly to cherish that sweet taste of his lips before you try to sleep.
Will it come easy though?
Considering your current state you do feel that sometimes you get more exhausted a lot sooner so it lets you fall asleep fast, but what about this night?
You can feel your mind racing. It’s loud and annoying, and it makes you toss and turn, so you try and find the best position.
But you can’t!
So after a while, you open your eyes. However, instead of waking up in your room and looking at the ceiling, you wake somewhere else, but not somewhere strange….
You’re looking out some windows watching the rain fall, and hearing its gentle melody as it hits the earth outside the cozy and warm room you’re in. You don’t hear Choso’s gentle snores or the silence of the night outside your bedroom windows.
So where are you exactly?
You’re almost too afraid to look around, but you can’t stay in the dark forever so you slowly start turning your head, but you come to a quick stop when you see your long-dead best friend Haibara.
“This rain ruins our plans, but staying here and just hanging out is a good alternative,” he interjects and startles you. “Good thinking, y/n.”
You part your lips to respond but only a small gasp of air comes out.
“Staying indoors drove her insane,” Nanami, yes, that’s Nanami, he quips. And when you snap your head in the direction where his voice comes from you see him too, young in appearance just like Haibara, and wearing only part of his school uniform. He’s lounging indoors so his coat is off.
“Nanamin,” you mutter in disbelief.
Said man shoots you a pointed look and snaps back. “I told you to stop calling me that.”
You share a breathless laugh and stare at him for a lingering moment before someone else steals all your attention.
Suguru. He’s young Just like the other two. His hair is short and in a bun, he also isn’t as muscular. He’s his high school self. They all are.
“Suguru,” you whisper happily
Said man’s dark eyes fall on you and he looks at you perplexed before he raises the mugs in his hands. “Don’t worry It’s how you like it. I didn't forget. Now come on, sit with me before Satoru takes your spot.”
“Please refrain from fighting tonight,” Nanami already pleads in annoyance.
“Okay,” you go along with this…dream? Your surroundings aren’t clear, but they’re not too blurry either so that’s what makes it hard to tell. All you know is that this isn’t real. But you want it to be.
“…and I said that sounds stupid,” the voice of your brother begins to travel out the hall, so you stand up and quickly take a seat next to Suguru and let him hand you your cup of tea.
“What?” He asks as he doesn't need to ask you what you’re feeling. He sees your confusion and the anguish on your face.
“Where am I?” You have to ask.
However, Suguru laughs softly. “Here,” he retorts.
“Hm.”
Well, that wasn’t helpful whatsoever.
“…then please share any ideas you have,” you hear Shoko exclaim out of frustration before she and your brother walk into the room.
“Well,” Satoru stammers. “I will get back to you on that, but that beginning is stupid.”
Wait…you remember this now—or parts of this. This is some kind of memory. Only it’s a dream and memory hybrid, your mind is playing tricks on you while you sleep.
“Make some room!” Satoru exclaims and rushes over towards Suguru and you, but Suguru wraps his arm around you and pulls you towards him to close the gap between the two of you before Satoru can squeeze in between.
“No, sit by Shoko or Nanami—”
“No,” Nanami cuts him off before he can finish. “You move too much Satoru, sit somewhere else.”
You watch them all in awe, without saying a single word. You’re just too amazed by the power your mind holds as you try to avoid even thinking about what’s to come. It’s like it’s building you an escape.
“Y/N,” Satoru calls out and sits up with a smirk on his face. “Do you want to hear the start of our partner presentation?”
You make no remark like you did in that real day, years ago, this time you smile and nod. Even if your brother is alive, you still look at him and answer with starstruck wonder. “Yes, go ahead.”
Satoru parts his lips and draws in a breath to speak, but he then shuts his mouth and lowers his shades to narrow his gaze on you.
“No remarks?” He points out. “What's wrong with you?”
Your smile falls and that anguish is clear as day on your face for everyone to see.
“Is this about tomorrow?” Haibara asks the right question.
“Choso is right,” Suguru catches you by surprise by interjecting. “Isn’t it enough to know everyone will fight bravely for peace?”
You instinctively look down at your hand and see your engagement ring and your wedding band on your finger and think about the man you love beyond the tether of this dream. You think about forcing yourself to wake up to cuddle against him and find comfort in his presence, his warmth, and the sound of his heart beating, but as you take a look at all your friends, your brother, and Suguru, your sorrow heightens and you find a stronger need to stay.
But, you can’t hold in the truth hiding inside you a moment longer as you do stay in your fantasy dream. “I’m just…tired,” you confess and drop your head. “I’m tired of fighting, and I’m tired of grieving. I…don’t want to lose any more people I love. I don’t want to fight. I’m tired. Can’t I just stay here?”
“No,” Shoko immediately says back. “Not when people are relying on you.”
“And not when those relying on you are the same people you said you were fighting a future for,” Suguru interjects and steals your breath as you remember that truth.
Fighting for the future of the next generation was always present, but through your fear of losing the ones you love and ending up alone, your goals were clouded. Now though, it’s like getting splashed by cold water, but…you don’t want to let go of Suguru, Nanami, or Haibara now.
“But if I go I won’t see either of you again,” you share in a quivering voice and lift your head to look back at your friends, but as you do, you gasp when you see the top half of Nanami’s body is gone, like when you found him that night. And just like then it’s terrifying now. So you snap your head away, but then you come across Haibara gushing blood out of his giant gash on his torso, causing memories of his death to violently flash through your mind.
Memories that you don’t want to live through again so shut your eyes and turn your head away.
“Y/N?” Suguru asks and grabs your shoulder.
Albeit you don’t respond, you know better. You can’t look and relive the worst day of your life.
“Look at me, darling,” he tries to persuade you to open your eyes. “It’s okay.”
You just need to wake up.
Just wake up.
“Look,” Suguru calls out again and slides his hand up to cup your cheek. “It’s okay.”
It’s the softness of his voice, a voice you miss that makes you slowly open your eyes.
Alas just like before you’re struck with horror when you see Suguru’s arm missing and his wound bleeding, and half of his face covered in blood with one eye unable to open.
“This is fake!” You shout and shut your eyes. “This is a dream!”
It’s all fake, you keep repeating to yourself. It’s a dream.
You just need to open your eyes.
Open your eyes, open your eyes!
“Y/N?” A different voice calls, rougher than the rest, clearer too, so you slowly open your eyes and the first thing you see is Choso, and then you notice you’re in the dark in your shared room.
“Choso,” you say breathlessly.
A few beams of light from outside casts in so you’re able to see the deep concern on his face. “Are you okay? You were crying and jumping.” He says.
You process that you’re safe and no longer in your dream so you take a deep breath first before you nod and assure Choso. “Yeah, it’s just a bad dream. The anxiety of tomorrow got to me, sorry.”
Choso shakes his head softly. “It’s okay, just go back to sleep, okay? I’m here.”
You offer him a gentle smile and pull the blanket up to your chin. “Goodnight, Cho,” you whisper.
He smiles tiredly at you and redirects your comment. “Goodnight.”
You keep a distance since you know it’ll take a while to fall back asleep after your nightmare and you don’t want to disturb him. Which is annoying for you because you hate having a hard time sleeping. It just makes the night terribly long, and the shadows like to mess with you when you can’t fall asleep fast.
Albeit this time you don’t mind because you watch Choso sleeping on his side, and realize perhaps you were too quick to pick your dream over reality. The reality of your husband's soft and small lashes resting on his purple-tinted under eyes, his dark brown hair falling over his face, and his relaxed lips is better than any dream.
You honestly could stay up all night just watching him sleep, he looks beautiful just peaceful resting, but you can’t help anyone if you don’t get some shut-eye and dream anxiety-riddled dreams, so as your eyes get heavy you drag yourself towards Choso and slide your arms around him to nuzzle yourself against the warmth of his body.
He seems to feel you against him (perhaps because he’s a light sleeper) and slings his arm over your neck to cup the back of your head and press it against his chest to the point you can find comfort in the rhythm of his heartbeats, and fall asleep fast.
——
*THE NEXT DAY*
“Here,” you help your brother try and put his last robe on, but he turns back slightly and snatches it from your hand.
“Don't pamper me, I'm not a child,” he snaps and slides on a white robe that completes his outfit for the fight against Sukuna.
You raise your hands in your defense and step back whilst you mutter, “I’m sorry.”
Satoru sighs and turns to face you with a reassuring look. “Are you really doubting me that much?” He says.
You scoff and shake your head. “No!” You defend yourself. “I'm just worried that’s all. Can’t I?”
Satoru shakes his head and smirks as he rests his hand on his hip. “No, I’m strong. I’m the strongest, I will win.”
You hold his gaze and can’t get rid of the worry, it’s too deeply tangled in your heart. But his overconfidence does make you smile with some ease.
“Besides I plan to witness all nine months of your pregnancy, who knows, maybe me and Choso will become good friends,” he says lightheartedly. “And I do want to meet my nieces or nephews, or whatever comes out of you.”
You laugh softly at his comment, but you can’t stay comfortably reassured for long, your face falls and expresses your fear for his life. Satoru notices and no matter how hard he tries to ignore your anguish that made his heart hurt, he can’t when you look so fearful and worried. It’s the brother in him that can’t keep ignoring it.
“Look,” he whispers and closes the gap between you to grab your cheeks. “I’ll fight hard. I’ll give him all I got and make it back. I’ll win.”
“I have faith you will,” you make yourself known. “But…I get scared thinking of living my life without my brother.”
Satoru swallows thickly knowing he can’t genuinely promise he will live. And he most of all can’t make the same promise he made to you when you were little kids.
“I will fight hard to win,” he says because that's all he can offer you.
“You swear?” You ask in a shaky voice.
Satoru nods. “I swear.”
You muster a wobbly smile and then quickly throw your arms around him to hold him in an embrace. “I love you,” you remind him.
Satoru hugs you back and squeezes you gently as he whispers back. “I love you too.”
You hug him tighter hoping that by some miracle you won’t have to let go.
But you do, and when you pull away you do so slowly.
“Kill that bastard,” you say with more confidence.
Satoru smirks and nods. “I will.”
You draw out a deep breath as you hold his gaze as if trying to memorize every detail of his bright blue eyes, and his face for just in case.
“Y/N,” he mumbles with a soft smile. “Promise you’ll be happy. Live your life and don’t stop living it because of me. Be what our parents couldn't be to you, to your kids, and just be happy. That’s all I want for you.”
You draw in a shaky breath but you stop yourself from shedding tears and instead smile at him and nod.
“Now come on,” he adds teasingly. “I don’t want to be late.”
You huff and shoot him a judgy look before you walk out of the room, not realizing he had lingered behind with Utathime and old man Gakuganji until you reach the top of the stairs and realize that no one is behind you.
The room below you though doesn’t seem to care that you aren’t Satoru, they all fall silent and tense as they know they’re moments away from seeing the man who could defeat a great evil or be destroyed by him.
And knowing you have everyone’s attention, you don’t show your ever-so-growing anxiety and instead show your students below a serious confidence that only adds more tension to the already tense room.
Which is why the silence isn’t broken when you descend the stairs. Besides, your students and the others seem to be brainstorming hard about something. They almost look mischievous.
“What are they up to?” You ask Choso when you reach him.
Choso follows your line of gaze and shrugs. “I don’t know, they've been discussing something for a while now.”
“Maybe they’re planning their escape,” Shoko adds lightheartedly. “I wouldn’t blame them—Now how was it? Your face is not pampered in tears.”
“As much I did want to cry, I’m holding strong,” you tell her. “Oh, and my father called Satoru. He didn’t say I love you but he said he wished him the best which is pretty much the same thing in his terms.”
“Why isn’t your family here? Shouldn’t they be here to help?” Choso asks.
You scoff in amusement. “This is above the big families, you’ll hear from them when the winner emerges.”
“Gojo!” Yuji calls out and quickly turns your attention to him only to see your brother walking down with a serious mug on his face that is almost intimidating.
“Your cursed technique is in the way!” Yuji adds, making the corner of your brother's lips fall to a partial frown for a lingering minute before he laughs and grins.
“Give it your best shot!” He exclaims happily and points to his back.
Yuji runs up to Satoru and grins as he pats his back. The other students ease up and smile now that Satoru loses his serious mug and smiles with glee. They actually proceed to pat his back and encourage him to do his best now too, which only seems to make your brother happier. And it’s something you can’t help but smile at too.
And you keep a hold of that smile as your brother gets closer to leaving. As much as your anguish wants to display on your face, you don’t let it, you encourage Satoru one last time with your bright smile
“Win Gojo!” Someone yells out from the crowd of sorcerers which is then followed by more words of encouragement.
“If it gets too rough I’ll tag you out!”
“Salmon!”
“Prove to us that you’re more than just a pretty face!”
“Go get him stupid blindfold!”
Satoru grins brightly and responds to the crowd, “Roger that.”
A shaky breath escapes you, but you hook your arm around Choso’s and keep smiling, noticing that Choso even offers your brother a genuine encouraging smile
“We’ll be watching,” you take your time to chime in too. “So do your best to kill that bastard. We believe in you Satoru!”
Said man’s gaze drifts to you and he holds your gaze for a moment before he offers you a much more softer smile and then leaves.
Now it’s a matter of time before Mei-Mei’s ravens display him on the multitude of screens in the center of the room. And every second leading up to that moment the more you feel your chest tighten.
“He’ll win,” Choso tries to comfort you. “He’s strong.”
You swallow thickly and nod softly in acknowledgment.
“Y/N,” Shoko calls out and makes her way to you through the crowd gathering around the screens.
“Hm?”
When your friend reaches you you notice a travel cup in her hand. “This is for you,” she says and hands you the cup.
“Me?” You ask and tilt the cups top your way. “Is it alcohol? I could use some.” you snicker, making Choso side-eye you.
“I'm joking,” you tell him with a teasing smile before you look at your friend in confusion. “But really what is this?”
“Lemon balm tea. For the stress. You’re so early on in your pregnancy and stress will make your blood pressure spike which affects the babies, so I thought this could help relax just some nerves.”
“Oh,” you gasp softly and share a happy look with Choso before you can’t help but smile at Shoko.
“Thank you,” you tell her in return. “This is actually a great idea.”
Shoko returns a softer smile and then goes serious when her eyes fall on Choso beside you. “Choso, if anything happens and she’s distraught, being with her and helping her breathe will help, okay? I’ll be around anyway, but I wouldn’t want you to feel helpless at the moment.”
Your breath catches in your throat at the mention, but you can’t contradict her because it can happen. Besides, Choso seems to be relieved to have been given advice.
“Thank you, Ieiri. I appreciate it,” Choso tells her with a half smile.
“Of course.”
Now to sit around the screens. You feel like not watching all together, but you can’t avoid it so you sit in between Choso and Yuji in front of the bunch of screens and wait for the moment your brother appears.
Yet waiting is agonizing. The screens aren’t black, Mei-Mei has her birds flying around the abandoned city streets waiting for Satoru to make his first attack, but that does nothing to calm down your nerves. You actually don’t realize you have your jaw clenched and your fists tightened until a warm hand gently covers your fist. When you look over, Choso passes you a comforting look.
“I’m here,” he says softly and with so much endearment. “I’ll hold your hand for the entirety of the fight.”
Your heart swoons at his kind words, and your body quickly eases at the comfort of his touch, letting him intertwine his fingers with yours and pull your hands toward his lap.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you tell him from the bottom of your heart, making Choso smile before he interjects.
“If you start feeling bad, just let me know, we can go get some fresh air.”
You nod and then look over at Yuji beside you, noticing that he looks just as tense as you had been moments ago.
Now you won’t hold his hand like Choso is holding yours, but you try to be comforting. “One way or another Sukuna is going to die today and we will save your friend.”
Yuji’s eyes flicker to you and you now realize how similar his brown eyes are to Choso’s.
“I know, I believe that. Like I also believe today won’t be Gojo’s end,” Yuji rebuttals confidently.
“I like your thinking,” you compliment and then see his eyebrows knit with a flicker of concern.
“You’ll be okay, right? Watching this won't stress you out, or you know the twins?”
You smile wider with appreciation and honestly shrug. “I hope not, but Choso and I are taking precautions either way. Thank you for worrying.”
He flashes you a warm smile and before you can add anything else finally your brother starts to appear on majority of the screens.
“Nine points,” you hear him say with his eyes laser-focused, and his legs bent as he chants to use his technique. “Polarized light. Crow and Shomyo chant. The gap between and without.”
You swallow back nervously and tighten your hold on Choso’s hand.
A couple of fast seconds feel like an eternity as you wait for him to complete his chant.
“Hollow technique: purple,” Satoru finishes and puts one arm out to flick out his bright and powerful purple technique that blinds each and every screen, and deafens every sound with the immense power of his technique.
Minutes later when Mei-mei’s birds finally recuperate their sight all you see is dust and rubble cascading down, creating a mess on the street that Satoru walks down on to finally meet up with Sukuna.
Finally, the strongest sorcerer of the new era and the strongest sorcerer in history face each other and you don’t fail to notice that Sukuna is already healing his hands that had been destroyed by Satoru’s first attack. And seeing that makes you smirk.
“Seems you have the wrong idea here,” Satoru breaks the tense silence between the two sorcerers. “So let me just set things straight. You’re the challenger here.”
Sukuna’s gaze narrows before he spats. “Damned brat. I’m the challenger? You seem pretty pleased with yourself for only landing a surprise attack.”
Shouldn’t he be pleased that he caught the great Sukuna off guard and landed the first strike?
“You are but a fish atop my chopping board Satoru Gojo,” Sukuna continues and seems to just sound like a sore loser. “A bit fresher than others but still just a nameless fish. Let’s start off by peeling off those scales,” he says and imbues his hands with his cursed energy as he shifts one foot out to stand in his fighting stance.
“Let me ask you, why are you still wearing that face?” Satoru says back as he starts peeling off his scarf and his robe which leads you to mentally question yourself why he even bothered to dress so fancy if he was just going to take it off?
“You thought I’d hold back if you looked like that? Unfortunately for you, I’ve been doing some special training,” Satoru says and cracks his knuckles. “And since it’s Megumi, I know I can go all out,” he adds before his cursed energy explodes out and imbues his fists. “You’ve managed to survive death once already while you were in Yuji. So I’ve been thinkin’ I’ll worry about Megumi after I kill you.”
Your face flashes on a small smile before you frown as you catch Sukuna lunge at Satoru with a kick. However, Satoru blocks his first strike and counters with a swing.
Sukuna mirrors his action, but Satoru falls on his back to flick his hand out and send a strong hit that sends Sukuna through a wall.
The ravens broadcasting the fight don’t falter and catch Sukuna crashing through multiple walls until finally, he manages to land on a couple of stairs. But since your brother is fast he catches Sukuna off guard by appearing in front of him and kicking him back onto a bridge. Albeit since it wasn’t such a strong hit, Sukuna finds his footing quickly.
Satoru, though, doesn’t let him catch his breath, your brother jumps in the air and breaks off the piece of the bridge Sukuna is on with his technique before he sends it over to crash against a nearby building.
However, you catch Sukuna using his raw strength to push himself off the surface of the bridge and bounce onto the roof of a different building before zooming off and facing Satoru.
“Dismantle,” Sukuna announces and points his finger at your brother.
But, instead of his attack hitting your brother, the strike hits a building behind him and slices off half of it. Your brother gets surprised and looks back at what missed him and is now sending down half of a tower. Sukuna tries to catch Satoru off guard and pushes himself towards your brother when he’s looking back, but Satoru blocks his swing. Actually Sukuna’s fist doesn’t even hit him thanks to Satoru's technique, his fist only makes contact when Satoru grabs his fist and sends him through the falling building.
You then watch your brother follow after him, and the birds catch when Satoru grabs a floating door and hurls it at Sukuna to block the sight of him. You then wait for the next attack, but dust clouds the sight of every bird, and the sound of the building crashing booms out through every speaker, losing sight and sound of the fighters for a moment until you see Satoru and Sukuna walking out of the cloud of dust ever so casually, like if they aren’t trying to kill one another.
How odd.
“I’m gonna go ahead and pin this on you,” you hear your brother say as they watch the mess they’re already making.
“Who are you to say anything,” Sukuna mutters.
As if remembering that you’re all watching his battle, Satoru catches sight of one of Mei-Mei’s birds and looks surprised.
“Gojo’s limitless allows him to be completely untouchable,” Choso breaks the tense silence that filled the room, breaking your attention away from the screens to watch him as he spoke. “Sukuna is using domain amplification to neutralize his cursed technique. Domain amplification,” he repeats that last bit with what sounds to be surprise.
“I saw something similar in Mechamaru’s footage,” Okkotsu follows by saying. “That special grade cursed spirit used the same method in Shibuya to counter limitless.”
“It does seem that Gojo’s domain has been neutralized,” Hakari agrees before he follows up with a question. “But how?”
“It’s a more refined version of a simple domain,” Kusakabe answers. “By sheathing yourself in a domain without imbuing your own cursed technique, you allow your opponent's technique to flow into that empty space, thereby neutralizing it.”
“Can you do that Kusakabe?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, ‘course I can’t,” he spats back.
“The main drawback to domain amplification is that you can’t simultaneously use your own innate technique,” Angel interjects, making Panda cut in with a question.
“Wait doesn’t that mean Sukuna is fighting Satoru without a cursed technique?”
“Yes,” Angel responds. “Even Sukuna is no exception to this rule. So in other words, if Sukuna has some way to deal with limitless other than domain amplification Gojo will lose.”
You sigh and avert your gaze.
“If that’s the case,” Miwa shares her own thoughts. “Why isn’t Sukuna using Domain expansion?”
“It’s easy to say that,” you tell her and pull your eyes off the ground to look over at her. “But depending on the outcome of that domain battle, the fight would be over.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” She asks and briefly meets your gaze before you look over at Kirara as they cut in with worry.
“That’s true! Why isn’t he doin’ that?!”
“Doesn’t the domain's sure hit effect negate Satoru’s technique in the first place?” Kirara follows up by saying, making Yuji respond.
“He told me that himself when we were in a cursed spirits domain.”
“Could it be that Sukuna doesn’t think he can win against Satoru Gojo in a domain battle?” Ui-Ui, Mei-Mei’s brother asks the crowd.
“No.” You shake your head, and Shoko bounces in to continue for you.
“If that were the case, Gojo would already be using domain expansion. I’d find it hard to believe that Gojo wouldn't be able to see that, with the six eyes and his shitty personality.”
You crack a soft smile whilst Choso crosses his arms over his chest and tucks your hand between his arms to keep your hand connected with his.
“What if their domains don’t actually clash?” Choso questions. “Based on what Inumaki and Yuji have said, I don’t think Sukuna’s domain expansion actually closes off a barrier.”
“Huh?!” Kusakabe gasps. “Bullishit.”
“I can't believe that,” Kashimo mutters.
“That’s insane,” Hakari says, and Okkotsu cuts in too.
“That’s absurd right?”
“Oh!” Miwa exclaims. “Is it that crazy?”
“Miwa toss me that water,” you hear Kusakabe order the girl around, and when she does toss him a bottle he stops her and complains.
Does he want the water in a cup with an umbrella on it or what?
It’s a good thing Miwa throws the water on his face, why is he being so picky about it?
“Expanding a domain without closing a barrier is just like that,” Mei-Mei uses what just happened as an example. “With no container, can water accumulate? Can you paint on empty air without a canvas? With no stem, roots, or leaves, can a flower bloom from a seed? It’s like using software without any hardware. At any rate, it’s completely impossible!”
“Megumi’s incomplete domain wasn’t enclosed within a barrier though,” Maki points out.
“I heard about that before the grade promotion assessment,” Kusakabe says. “Still, to do that he needed buildings or existing barriers to enclose his domain. That’s small potatoes compared to what’s going on now.”
“But Noritoshi Kamo—Kenjaku,” Choso corrects himself as he interjects to explain something. “…Managed to pull it off.”
You nod and chime in too. “We had planned for Yuki to counter his domain expansion with a simple domain while Tengen dismantled it from the outside.”
“However,” Choso bounces in. “The simple domain was torn apart in the blink of an eye, but if she had expanded her own domain.”
“It wouldn't have been a true domain battle,” you argue. “Though perhaps if she had expanded her own domain. There may have been a battle for Yuki’s sure-hit effect.”
“But what exactly would clash?” Choso asks.
You shrug. “Who knows.”
“Isn’t it literally against the sure-hit effect?” Miwa asks curiously.
“Given that the Sure-hit effect is imbued within the barrier itself,” you answer her. “It can only clash with another barrier.”
“You guys’re talking about their domains as if it’s a given, but that stuff devours an insane amount of cursed energy doesn’t it?” Ino breaks his silence to ask. “So shouldn’t they avoid usin’ it up thoughtlessly?”
“Fish flakes,” Inumaki says, and somehow Okkotsu understands him enough to bounce off his comment.
“It’s just as Inumaki says there’s no limit to Gojo’s cursed energy.”
“But that’s only because of how freakin’ efficient he is,” Ino continues to say. “His cursed energy consumption ends up being less than what he naturally replenishes overtime. But isn’t that working under the assumption he’s using it like normal? If he starts using domain expansion over ‘n over again consecutively, it’ll be a different story. And Sukuna?”
“He’s unreal,” Kashimo sneers. “The sharpness of his techniques activation, the way he can turn on a dime from using amplification to his innate technique…if Satoru Gojo didn’t have the six eyes, Sukuna would likely be winning in terms of efficiency in utilizing cursed energy.”
You sigh in frustration at all that’s being said, and Okkotsu interjects. “What's more, his total cursed energy is even more than mine. Going purely off intuition, I’d say by more than double. In other words, when it comes to these two, cursed energy is not the limiting factor for why they aren’t expanding their domains.”
“Maybe it’s just that nobody, not even the two of them, knows exactly how this is gonna play out,” Nishimiya says. “If Satoru Gojo and Sukuna Ryomen’s domains were to clash, who knows what would happen.”
“Hey,” Higuruma calls for everyone’s attention. “Here it comes.”
You look back at the screen after hearing the discussion and catch both Sukuna and Satoru doing a domain expansion at the exact same time, cutting off all sight of them as a large domain traps them both inside.
“They’re evenly matched,” you point out and stand up as if that would help you catch sight of your brother from within the domain. “Within the barrier, they are evenly matched.”
Nevertheless, parts of Sukuna’s domain literally starts branching out of Satoru’s domain.
“The barrier of a domain is weak against attacks from the outside!” Yuji yells out and moments later the domain explodes and all you see is Sukuna’s domain, and your brother facing him from the ground with shock.
“Come on,” you plead quietly and hold your hands together.
From one moment to the next a slash hits Satoru on his throat, right on his jugular! And you know most of all that any hit there can be deadly.
“Satoru!” You yell out with panic and fear for your dear brother's life.
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A/N- Don’t worry we’ll have flashbacks and other stuff so it’s not just watching the fight lmao!
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