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xiaosonlybeloved · 6 months

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Longing~ Gojo Satoru

featuring:- Gojo Satoru, fem!reader, Megumi tags:- fluff fluff and fluff, reader is called petnames by Gojo (mostly darling) a/n:- sigh you all got lucky with the fluff again there won't be a next time and i love this man sm (and yes i did repost this bc i accidentally deleted the post ahaha...)

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“Noo, [Y/N], no, don’t do this!” Gojo Satoru whined. “Why must you torture me like this? Are you really that cruel and heartless?” Previously, Gojo had been clinging to your arm while pushing his weight backwards towards the bed, but when that didn’t work, he gave up. Which meant that he had now attached himself to your back fully like a koala, still pulling his weight backwards to stop you from moving. With his lanky 190cm frame, your boyfriend had no trouble whatsoever in trapping you against him with his arms. Clearly, lady Luck wasn’t on his side though, because unfortunately you were still undeterred as you trudged towards the living room with the extra weight of a parasite on you, ignoring his whines of “No, darling!” and “Don’t do this to me!”. After all, you had absolutely no intention of failing this project assignment which was a pretty major part of your grades, whether Satoru did or not. And its just his misfortune that he begged the teacher to be paired with you,

The living room was illuminated by the soft golden glow of the setting sun as you stopped in front of the couch with your back towards it, ignoring Satoru’s protests. “‘Toru, get off and get serious. You know this is darn important.” “Not more important than both of us getting our beauty sleep! Nothing is more important than that.” You tried to give him an unimpressed look behind your back. “You do know that if you fail this assignment, you’ll probably fail this year, right?” “I’m the one and only great Gojo Satoru, I’m literally not capable of failing.” He shot right back. “High talk for someone who cried like anything when he barely passed last year.”

You turned your head to give him a nasty look, before pushing your body backwards. A surprised yelp escaped your boyfriend as he tumbled onto the sofa haphazardly, with you over him. Satoru was now trapped between you and the sofa, causing you to grin triumphantly as you started to get up to get the books out.

However, that little moment of inattention was enough for Satoru, who once again wrapped his arms firmly around your waist before rolling over on the spacious couch. He propped himself up with both elbows on either side of your surprised face as he lay over you, a cocky smirk adorning his face. “Satoru.” “Nops, darling, not getting up.” He laughed. “Gojo Satoru, get. Up.” “You know that’s not gonna happen, sweets.” He chuckled, the sound making your heart beat faster. A moment later, his lips were on yours as he drowned out your next scoldings with a sweet kiss. And naturally, you couldn’t resist it as you gave in, pulling him closer. (Inner you was sighing at your weakness for this man.) “See?” Satoru said triumphantly as he separated himself from you after you both were out of breath. “Don’t you think this would have been much better than studying?” You dragged out a sigh and didn’t say anything. At that, Satoru leaned closer to your face again as he drawled out, “Cmon, I know you agree, darling. Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Fine, Toru. Let’s make a deal.” He groaned at that as he said, “You’re not going to give up, are you?” “No, because I want good grades, but I can see you clearly aren’t going to give up either. So let’s both have our way. Since this is a maths project, we’ll divide it in half between us. So what should have normally taken six to eight hours will be done in three-ish hours. After that, we do whatever you want us to do as your reward for suffering with me.”

“Anything?” You sighed again. “Yes, Toru, anything, as long as it's reasonable.” Satoru grinned. “That works. Don’t go back on your promise, ‘kay darling?” “Yeah yeah yeah. Now get up.” He groaned again. “But this is so comfy!” You took a deep breath in and closed your eyes before saying, “I promised you your reward. That’s not gonna happen unless you get up.”, clearly enunciating the last words.

He pouted as he slowly dragged himself up, dramatically throwing his arms behind him as he exclaims, “ My girlfriend hates me now. Oh, what am I to do?” You roll your eyes as you pull out the assignment papers and two roughbooks- you’d fair them out later.

Almost as if on cue, Satoru’s cat came up to you, affectionately rubbing your ankles. At the betrayed gasp that came out of Satoru’s pretty mouth, the cat stopped nuzzling into you, instead staring at Gojo unblinkingly. “My cat turned on me too! Someone kill me!”

You laughed unsympathetically at Satoru’s woebegone expression, reaching down to pet his adorable cat. “Hey, don’t you think he’s acting like how you usually act?” You addressed his cat. She turned her stare to you instead, as if asking, “You’re putting me on the same level as this drama king? How low of you.” A moment later, a squeal escaped you as you started giggling uncontrollably. “Stop-Toru-stop=okay okay fine! Stop tickling me!” His savior of a cat instantly leapt up to your rescue as she started scratching his hands with her claws, causing him to immediately stop and pout at the cat, upset. You chuckled at Satoru’s theatrics as you squished his cheeks. “Now, get cracking, or you’re never gonna get that reward.”

*******

Nearly four or five hours had passed till then- you lost track- and Satoru’s patience was now nonexistent.

See, he’d planned to get over with it quickly,but in his hurry he kept making the stupidest mistakes in most of the questions.This wore out your patience very quickly, and you made him redo every single question that he got wrong till he got it right, telling him to not be in such a haste. Hence why it stretched out so long.

You shut the books loudly at long last, stomping off to the kitchen to get some much needed snacks., exhausted beyond belief. Satoru followed you like a lost puppy after a few moments, face appropriately contrite. You decided to ignore him as you munched on some chocolate wafers.

Satoru had the audacity to grab the rest of the packet from you, and collect even more snacks from the cupboards, causing you to glare at him angrily. He grinned in response, free from maths, as he dragged you back to the living room, quickly hiding the books and grabbing the TV remote.

“What are you doing now, Satoru?” You grumbled as he dragged you along. He flipped on the TV switch and settled onto the couch comfortable, pulling you onto the couch with him and snuggling into you.He put the stash of snacks on the table in front between you two and smirked. “Its movie night. You did promise, after all.” You shrugged, not averse to the idea. “Only if I get to choose what we watch.” “Sure thing, darling.”

*******

The TV light was still on at 4 am, the nth movie you two had watched was paused. You had fallen asleep on Satoru’s shoulder at some point of time, legs pulled up, cuddling against him. Snack crumbs were littered around the sofa, and Satoru wiped off a few from near your mouth gently, careful to not wake you up. He kept staring at your sleeping expression with a fondness in his eyes.

The entire scene was so very domestic, it made Satoru’s heart long for more. He carefully adjusted your head against his shoulder more comfortably. Sometime in the night, Megumi had joined you two, although he’d promptly fallen asleep, shown by his light snores. His head was on your lap and his legs on Satoru’s.

Slowly, a small smile crept onto Satoru’s face as he gazed at the two people he loved with all his heart and more.

He wanted this to last forever.

But for now, he settled with whispering a soft “I love you.”, gently tucking in your hair and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, and covering Megumi with the blanket he’d thrown off, resting his head upon yours afterwards.

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kentofication · 1 year

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🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — cockwarming choso while he plays his video games.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ smut/fluff (sexual interaction, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, pet names, consensual).

ⅲ — its beginning to look a lot like christmas.

choso was a gamer. he played his video games on a regular basis, taking time off to spend with you and also to spend time with his friends virtually.

choso was always really focused on his games before he met you. even though he’s still like that, he takes time off to spend time with his love—which would be you.

it was nighttime during a nice saturday. you were sitting on the nice comforted sofa watching a thriller movie when you heard the sounds of frustrated groans coming from your boyfriend’s room. you continued to ignore it, because of how often he makes those sounds whilst losing a match, while you continue to watch your movie.

approximately five minutes later, you get a text from choso.

“come here” it read. you gulped, apparently he was not in a good mood. he would usually send you texts saying “love, would you please come here” or something of that sort. but right now, he was armed and dangerous. he was in a really sour mood.

you turned off your phone and headed to the room where choso lurked. he glanced at you with his plum-colored eyes as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and sit. you obliged, sitting on choso’s lap while he fixated the controller in his hand and began to continue playing.

his fingers continuously moved on the buttons, controlling the direction the character moves and what actions the character performed. you sat there, just looking at his fingers dance across the display of buttons. you unconsciously started to twiddle with your fingers: choso didn’t notice this since he was too focused on his game.

once you finally caught onto what you were doing, the screen turned red.

choso lost once again.

he let out a thread of curse words left and right, bouncing off the walls and getting absorbed by the couch that sat directly behind him. “choso,” you whisper. “it’s okay, it’s just a game.” choso gazed as you—more like side-eyeing. you knew how serious he took his video games.

“i know.” he managed to mumble out, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. you giggled at his ministrations.

“so, why did you tell me to come?” choso sighed, “missed you. plus this game is making me pretty pissed.” you giggled yet again at his statement, seeing your boyfriend make a slight frown. “what can i do to make you un-pissed?” you questioned while still in the midst of laughing.

choso looked serious this time, but at that same time, his eyes were filled with lust. that sentence ignited a fire inside of his that needed to be put out immediately—but it stayed burning. “sit on it.” he commanded. it wasn’t a mere statement or question, it sounded like he wanted it to be done. “it?” you questioned. “sit on my cock. be a good girl f’me, yeah?” you gulped and began to shift over enough to pull choso’s pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. he groaned at the action as his thumb slightly slid off of the base of the controller. his plum-like eyes were staring holes into you without even knowing. a grin started to plaster on his face as you watched his tip quickly meet his stomach.

choso placed the controller down on the stand as he took two of his fingers and quickly swiped your folds. “mmm, wet for me already? i haven’t even started.” choso chuckled after the sentence as he slowly slid you down on his cock. “you aren’t wearing anything underneath either. you dirty, dirty girl.” choso cooed. you moaned as the sudden movement, but after awhile you were successfully planted on his dick.

he kissed your temple to help distract you from the pain and began to run soothing circles around your thighs. “shh, it’s okay baby. you did amazing. now just sit here and stay quiet, m’kay?” he asked. you nodded your head, complying to his statement while he continued to play his game.

you clenched here and there causing choso to make little grunts and groans here and there as well. you were uncomfortable so you shifted to a more decent position. choso unexpectedly let out a short loud groan. “y-you okay?” you stuttered saying, proof that you were being filled to the brim by choso’s cock. he shook his head and continued playing as you sat there in silence, slowly falling asleep on his dick.

from there on, choso was winning matches left and right.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

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aestheteanime · 1 year

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awkward things they've done during sex | jjk

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, kamo choso

cw: f.reader, oral (f-receiving), cervix fucking, mentions of dumbification, choking, fingering, tiddie sucking, temperature play, anal (very minimally)

nsfw 18+

gojo satoru

accidentally called out the wrong name while fucking the absolute shit out of you

it's not like it was an ex or maybe even another friend of yours, oh no

he called out his own name

like full on moaned it while trying to talk dirty

"fuck, satoru," you whine feeling satoru's hand push your head further into the soft sheets of the bed beneath you. his cock rams into you at an unrelenting pace, twitching slightly as your tight walls suck him back in after each thrust.

satoru's breath fans your neck as he pulls you up to press your back flush against his chest, hand snaking up your throat. "feel good, pretty?" his voice is low, tickling your ear with each word as his fingers tighten against the sides, cutting off your airway and making you lightheaded, dizzy almost. and he just watches, staring at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head.

you let out a shaky moan as he releases his grip slightly, arching your back as he ruts into you deeper, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly at the new angle. "'m gonna cum, satoru," you warn, gasping as his free hand finds your clit, fingers pinching at the sensitive bud. the action send jolts of pleasure racing through your body, slowly pushing you further and further towards the edge.

the man behind you groans, forehead burying into your neck and picking up his pace. he doesn't need your warning, he knows you're close with the way your cunt clenches around him, breathing turning to gasps. "a-ah 'toru."

you freeze, the knot in your stomach immediately subsiding as you slowly turn your head to face him. "d... did you just?" your eyebrows furrow, eyes widening as he shoots his load in your warm cunt. "satoru!"

he stops, flinching as he hears the urgency in your voice. "y-yeah," he coughs awkwardly. "i did."

nanami kento

was eating you out, as the good boyfriend he is

and he wanted to try something new, something a little... cold

he put an ice cube in his mouth and while he was going down on you, pushed it against you with his tongue

and then it slipped in

like all the way in

nanami's tongue pushes flat against your opening, ripping moan after moan from your whiny voice. the ice in his mouth presses sharply against your clit, the cold sensation sending vibrations of pleasure throughout your body.

the contrast of kento's warm mouth against your freezing, throbbing cunt sends your head whirling, breathing turning to shaky, hushed gasps. "s-so good, ken."

a chuckle erupts from his throat and the sensation makes you shiver against him. "yeah?" he teases, ice slipping past his lips.

you want to savor the feeling, how hot he feels lapping at your cunt despite the coldness of the ice. it's addicting, and the added water dripping against your burning bodies only makes the noises coming from nanami even more lewd. however, before he has time to readjust, your hips shift, pushing the ice cube further against you. a small yelp escapes your lips as your hand anchors in nanami's hair, pulling roughly at the locks. "it just went in," wide eyes stare back at yours as panic washes over his features.

"i'm so sorry baby, that was my fault," he apologizes, eyes filled with worry at the thought of you being uncomfortable. "do you... want me to try to get it out?" he asks hesitantly, feeling your grip in his hair loosen before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"uhh, i mean it's gotta melt sometime. do you just wanna keep going?"

geto suguru

backshots— his favorite position

and he was going HARD

halfway through he accidentally pulled out all the way

and when attempting to keep up the pace and rhythm, he tried to slip it back in in one thrust

he missed and his dick went in your ass

the squelching noises are embarrassingly loud as suguru mercilessly grinds his hips against you. one hand grips the flesh of your ass, fingers turning your skin red, while the other tangles itself in your hair, pulling roughly at the locks.

it hurts. it's hard to breathe and it's nearly impossible to squirm. with the way your back is arched for him, you can only take solace in the fact that your laying in your stomach, body nearly flush against the bed, as opposed to your hands and knees. and suguru's pace is fast. cock hammering your cervix so hard you gasp every time he pushes in.

the hand in your hair slides down your back and wraps around your front, fingers sliding through your pussy before finding your clit.

the sudden sensation makes you jolt, pleasure pooling between your legs, making it easier for suguru to pump in and out. "su-" you whimper, barely audible as he picks up speed.

suguru just replies with an moan of your name, head spinning from the feeling of your walls tightening around him. it doesn't stop him from accidentally pulling out completely though, and with a frustrated whine you wiggle your hips, mentioning for him to fill you back up.

and he does.

you nearly scream at the feeling of suguru's cock entering your ass. the shear force itself could split you in two— let alone toppled with how big he was. you felt your soul leave your body.

when he pulls out, your ass burns. tears almost force themselves down your cheeks and onto the bed when suguru asks if you're alright.

you say you're done for the night.

fushiguro toji

toji is a man who will do it anywhere

the bed, the kitchen, the wall, in public

but one of his favorite places in the shower

except it's a little hard to orgasm when you keep slipping out of his hold

the slippery wall is cold on your back, especially compared to the hot water hitting your side. your skin is burnt red, and if it wasn't already so hot in the room you'd probably steam floating off your bodies.

and yet your core feels hotter than the water. with the way toji's fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, along with the way his tip continually rubs up against that sweet spot, your toes curl with each thrust.

your fingers curl through his wet hair, tangling the dark locks as his mouth latches onto your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. "s-shit," you stutter, mind scrambling to find the right words to say to keep him going. if you knew any better, you'd say he was fucking you dumb.

his tongue glides along the new bruise he left behind, a stifled moan escaping his lips. that seems to only make you all the more desperate for him to split you open, and you find yourself using his shoulders to bounce yourself in time with him. another moan, this time louder, erupts from the man beneath you, and you feel him lose all composure.

however tight of a grip you thought toji had on you, it wasn't tight enough. in one swift motion your ass makes contact with the floor, a loud smack ringing through the bathroom walls. your tailbone screaming in pain as toji stares down at you, horrified.

the water above you hits the top of your head as you reach an arm out for the man to help you up, to which he eagerly does. yet toji's expression has lost all concern as he bursts out into laughter, hand gliding over the soft skin of your ass to massage it. "you alright?"

kamo choso

this happened the first time you guys fucked and he vouched to never let it happen again

it's safe to say choso has not been around the block a few times

if ever

so how the hell was he supposed to know you wanted him to make some sort of noise while you two were doing it?

it wasn't awkward at the start. with the way choso's lips viciously attacked yours, swallowing every one of your sweet moans, you could've sworn he was more than experienced in bed. his fingers knew all the right spots, his tongue kept you coming back for more, and yet he never uttered a single word.

choso's fingers glide through your folds with ease, the tips teasingly prodding at your entrance as his thumb pushes back the hood of your clit. so entranced at the way your walls attempt to suck him in, he can barely feel your fingers curl through his hair. yet he's quick to understand where you want him to be, mouth latching to your sensitive tit, tongue kitten-licking the hardened bud as his cock pushes up against your thigh. he's rock hard, yet as his mindlessly sucks at your chest, his fingers begin circling your clit.

jolts of pleasure pool at his fingers, a soft mewl escaping your lips as you pull his face up to meet yours. "want your cock," you mumble. "please, cho."

choso doesn't answer, instead pulling away and shifting to move above you, eagerly lining his dick up with your entrance. and it's a stretch, but even with the way your soft walls flutter around him, he's silent, watching intently at the way you wince at his size.

"fuck, cho-" you barely manage to get out. but he doesn't response, not even with a grunt. and that pisses you off. so you decide to play along.

your hips swivel against him, and the way his brows furrow in pleasure doesn't go unnoticed. yet instead of moaning, he bites his bottom lip, concealing any type of sound. the way his arms trap you beneath him, his face oh-so-close to your ear, you thought you'd be able to hear some type of whine. but not even a shaky breath leaves him.

this game wasn't lasting long for you— you knew that from the start. not with the way he somehow knows exactly how to grind into you throbbing cunt, skin rubbing perfectly against your clit. and every moan you let out only embarrasses you more— and the now awkward sound of skin slapping skin makes you wonder if he's even enjoying himself.

but he does finish, before you, in fact. and it's not until once your both cuddling, nearly asleep, that you bring it up.

"hey so, about earlier."

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softcaesar · 1 year

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THE MANSERVANT — BOTTOM!GOJO SATORU

context : you did not expect to see the master of the house jerking off on his futon

pairing : clanhead! gojo satoru x manservant! male reader

content + warnings : SMUT

note : unedited and rushed

art credits : NaaaCN on Twitter

It was one of those rare mornings that Gojo woke up before (name) came in and slammed his breakfast tray on the table. Gojo yawned and stretched. He'd had a lovely dream about a certain manservant that had finally shut up by putting his mouth to good use. Gojo's futon was soft and warm, the sun was rising beautifully through the window, and he felt deeply content. Content enough to slip a hand beneath his smalls and palm his morning erection.

"Did you…need help?" (name) asked. Gojo blinked, not sure if he heard correctly. "What?" He saw (name)'s Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and took a hesitant step forward. "I'll help you," (name) repeated and nodded at where the duvet just barely hid Gojo's bulge, "…with that. If you want me to." Gojo's head spun. (name) was offering? Just like that? Gojo was still trying to make sense of (name)'s proposition when (name)'s knee on the futon caused it to slightly dip. "I wouldn't mind." It felt as if (name) had literally taken Gojo's world and turned it upside down. (name) had never once expressed interest. Gojo had dropped all manner of hints, interwoven them into their private jokes and hoped (name) had at least the sense to catch on, but for years there'd been nothing. Now all of a sudden (name) was on his knees over Gojo and asking to help do something about his arousal. Gojo's throat was dry. He licked his lips and swallowed, then nodded. He tried to calm his racing heart as (name) slowly pulled away the duvet and revealed Gojo's swollen cock. "Wow," (name) breathed. "It's...can I... I have to..." (name) didn't finish, just pressed his face between the crevice of Gojo's thigh and crotch before nosing up the shaft. Gojo curled his hands into fists and focused on keeping his breathing calm. (name)'s nose was cold, but his breath was hot. The first tentative flick of his tongue was even hotter. Gojo's hand moved before he was aware of it, and grabbed (name)'s shoulder tightly. (name) turned his head sideways, just enough to press an open-mouthed kiss to the base of Gojo's cock and slide his way up. He darted his tongue out near the end and licked the glistening tip. When Gojo's nails dug deeper into (name)'s shoulder, (name)'s eyes looked up at him triumphantly. "Do you want me to help you, Gojo-sama?" (name)'s breath found every crevice and tickled its way in to make Gojo shudder with pleasure. "Don't stop," Gojo nearly whispered. He pulled (name) closer and brought the smirking face down towards his cock again. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, but he didn't care, to be honest. (name) paid loving attention to his balls and Gojo threw his head back, gasping. When (name) moved his tongue in wide circles, Gojo was barely able to stop himself from grabbing a handful of (name)’s hair and pushing him down further against his ass.

His desperate need must have been obvious. Without warning, (name) thrust what felt like three slim fingers inside his still wet hole. They curled deliciously inside him and his leg spasmed off to the side before he finally just dug his heel into (name)'s back thigh to steady it. Gojo felt his world tilt and his vision blur again when (name) slipped in another finger to spread him wider and make way for his tongue. (name)'s mouth left him briefly with a loud smack. "How does it feel?" "Oh fuck, it feels good, so good, (name)," Gojo moaned. He rolled his hips to push his ass in (name)'s face. "Bet I could make you come like this without even touching your cock." Gojo's vision went hazy again as he felt a definite tightening flutter in his groin. He couldn't be dreaming. In his dream, (name) didn't talk, he only stared and smiled like a devious sprite. This was a thousand times better. It was better because (name) was filthy, and that was absolutely what Gojo wanted. (name)'s tongue plunged deeper and he let his fingers slide out enough so the walls of Gojo's arse hugged it as he fucked him with it. Gojo removed his hands from (name) altogether in favour of placing them behind him so he could rock back and forth, rutting against (name)'s face mercilessly. "Nnngh," (name) moaned between Gojo's legs. The hum travelled through (name)'s nose and up Gojo's perineum. "Such a greedy master." "You offered to help, (name)," Gojo reminded him breathlessly. (name)'s eyes flickered up to meet Gojo's and held them. He licked Gojo's hole once before pushing his fingers back in. "Now I'm offering to help with my cock. If you'll let me, Gojo-sama."

“Stop. It’s Satoru. Call me by that.” Gojo made a low, wrecked noise before he could stop himself. (name) grinned and pulled away to undress. Gojo cursed the limits of real time and briefly considered conjuring magic just to see if there was a spell for undressing faster.

As (name) gathered oil on his cock, Gojo lowered a finger to trace his own hole. It was dripping, not just with the oil from before, but now with (name)'s spit. He felt a brief tug in his chest, a feeling he couldn't exactly name. He felt jittery with anticipation, excited that he finally had (name) in his bed after years of silent longing, but also a bitter feeling underneath it all. (name) had said he wanted to do this. (name) had smiled and fucked Gojo with his tongue for goodness’ sake. But now that Gojo was spreading his legs wider to let (name) in, he couldn't help but feel exposed in a way the head of the Gojo clan never should be. In his dreams and fantasies, such indulgences were fine. In reality... it felt like some odd mixture of wrong and right to offer his hole to his manservant, no matter how close the relationship might already be. Gojo closed his eyes and let himself be gently pushed back until his head hit the pillow. He took deep, calming breaths and told himself he had wanted this, after all. A king always got what he wanted. When the head of (name)'s cock nudged its way inside, all thoughts of shame or second-guessing left as if in a cloud of smoke. Yes, Gojo wanted this, he never wanted anything more in his entire life. He wanted to raise his voice and scream Yes (name), fuck me, oh please, please. He settled for gripping (name)'s arms and biting his lip to hold back a rising moan. Noise did escape though, the deeper (name) sank inside him. Gojo hadn't gotten a proper look at (name)'s cock but he never would have guessed it to be so long. Or maybe Gojo just hadn't had anything up there in a while, because it felt as if (name) would penetrate him straight through, like his cock just never stopped. Gojo chuckled breathlessly and it quickly became a gasp when (name) thrust the rest of the way in and the bones of his hips met the insides of Gojo's thighs. "Something funny, Satoru?" Gojo's stomach fluttered and his hands trembled where they held (name)'s arms. He'd never heard (name)'s voice like that before, so rough and wrecked. Gojo opened his eyes slowly and noticed right away how uncertain (name) looked. His eyes retained their light teasing twinkle on the surface, but Gojo saw the worry behind it. He wondered if his own eyes betrayed his conflicted feelings. "Aren't you supposed to be helping?" Gojo said with a quirked brow.

(name)'s mouth twitched up in a grin and he gave another thrust that wrung a startled moan from Gojo. When he did it again, it was much more purposeful, the start to a steady rhythm that he kept up and punctuated with short grunts. Slowly but surely, the playful light left his eyes and was replaced with lustful determination. Gojo held on tighter and let (name) fuck him as hard as they both wanted. Gojo was both surprised and glad that (name) wasn't being gentle. In his dreams, (name) always pleased him slowly or fucked him while caressing gently. It was easy to forget that (name) was actually a man that could be just as rough as any other, especially when said-man walked around complaining about hot weather and making big eyes at Gojo while talking nonsense about destiny. This was a piece of (name) that came out when they argued, or when Gojo was to leave for a few months to handle foreign affairs and (name) demanded to be by his side even if he was just a servant. This (name) grabbed Gojo's legs and pushed them up to drive deeper and harder into Gojo's ass. Gojo liked it. Gojo loved it. (name) leaned forward and Gojo's knees rested on (name)'s shoulders, his legs draped over (name)'s back. Every thrust forward made Gojo's ass raise higher as his legs were pushed back over his head, and (name)'s cock rubbed perfectly against the nub of nerves inside to make Gojo moan. He squeezed his eyes shut and gave his body to gravity so he could sink down onto (name)'s cock and meet him halfway. The slap of their skin together only heightened Gojo's senses and brought him closer to the edge. "Oh gods, Satoru, you... you love this, don't you?" (name) gasped between them, "Fuck, why didn't you— We could have been— No idea how long I've wanted—How much can your prostate even take—" "(name)." "Yes?" "Shut up." (name) grinned and shook his head, but did as he was told for once.

Gojo could sense (name) getting close when the speed became more frantic and irregular. Gojo's legs seemed to dance above him and his body bounced on the futon as (name) chased release. Gojo felt his climax building low in his abdomen, felt heat course through his veins and gather in his balls to draw them up tight. He dug his nails deeper into (name)'s skin and moaned "Oh, oh..." before his vision went black around the edges and he spurted over his chest and neck. (name)'s own release came after he said "Oh fuck, that's so— so—" He tensed and his jaw went slack and he stared straight at Gojo as he throbbed against the walls of Gojo's hole. Gojo's dreams never even came close to capturing such a sight. For a while, (name) just hovered over Gojo, keeping himself up with trembling arms. He kept staring, as if not believing what they'd just done. Gojo understood. He scanned (name)'s face but found nothing. (name) was clearly waiting for him to say something. Gojo glanced at where his hands still held (name)'s arms, though now the touch was soft. He cleared his throat and said, "Surely you don't expect me to say thank you." (name)'s lips twitched and he rolled his eyes. "Never." He slid out slowly, leaving Gojo with a satisfyingly empty feeling. After Gojo let his legs fall back to the bed, it was as if floodgates had opened, and he felt (name)'s cum drip from his hole down the crack of his arse. When (name)'s eyes got wide, Gojo blushed and tried to retain some sense of authority. He wiped at the come on his chest with the back of his hand. "You should go," he said. (name) looked up at him. What Gojo should have said was "That'll be all, (name)" or even "Leave me, (name)." Instead, it had come out as a suggestion. (name) had a reason to be confused and hesitant. Gojo watched warily as (name) stood and went to the table where Gojo's breakfast lay untouched. (name) picked up a knife and began cutting something. Gojo tried to take his eyes away from the legs dusted with hair, and the lines of lean muscle down (name)'s back, but found he couldn't. He stared at (name)'s arms working at something in front of him. When (name) turned around, it was with a plate of sliced apples. He walked back to the bed and settled himself beside Gojo as if he belonged there. As (name) lifted the first apple slice to Gojo's lips, Gojo let himself imagine more mornings like this, more times of little domestic pleasures after tiring sex. Not surprisingly, he found he liked the idea.

It was odd, but nice. Usually, Gojo had to bend over backwards to get (name) to follow the simplest of orders, and now he was feeding him of his own free will. Almost like he wanted to. The apple was sweet and juicy. After the first few slices, Gojo chased (name)'s fingers to lick up the excess and (name) let him, even swirled them around in Gojo's mouth. (name)'s fingers were slender and firm, even a little calloused from work. The time Gojo spent sucking them instead of chewing the apple steadily increased. And then there were no more apples. Gojo met (name)'s eyes for the first time since he'd started feeding him and saw the pupils were blown wide, leaving only a slim rim of (e/c) around the edges. His gaze fell to (name)'s lips and he noticed, not for the first time, how soft they looked. "The rest of my breakfast is probably cold," Gojo said quietly. (name)'s lips were coming closer and he wanted to know what they felt like against his, but also didn't know if he was ready, if their relationship should take this turn or stay within the realm of Gojo's dreams. "The sun is up," Gojo continued as (name)'s lips gently touched his, "I should...probably..." "Shut up?" Gojo looked up and saw (name) had a brow raised in challenge. He threw caution to the wind and captured (name)'s mouth, wrapping strong fingers around the back of his neck. He decided he definitely liked where the relationship was going.

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evergone · 2 years

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Within and Without

Geto Suguru x Reader x Gojo Satoru

Warnings: mentions of death, geto spoilers

Can be read as a stand-alone but its technically a prequel to my other JJK oneshot

You stood at the edge of something great, and also inside of it. Within and without. You watched Suguru and Satoru go to the Heavens and come back as Gods, and you also, somehow, went with them. Within and without. You saw them enter together and saw them leave torn apart. Within and without.

What had happened in the Heavens? What rotten peach had they shared? What sacrifice had they given for immortality?

Their souls had been laid bare in front of each other. The ultimate act of love and vulnerability. Now, they hated each other. They had seen the truths of their counterparts and they didn’t love every part of it, so, naturally, they drifted away.

Away from what? You, sure. But more importantly, each other. You were just an addition to what they had. An outsider they pretended was on the inside. No matter what you did you weren’t truly enough for them. You could give them the world and they’d cash it in for more power. You were never within, always without; an onlooker to the miracles of two false immortals. Spoons of lies had been fed to you for the extent of your relationship with them and you ate them up like organic truths.

Truth. A subjective concept. For you — maybe the truth was that you loved them so much you could ignore your own humanity. For Satoru — perhaps it was his desperation for humanity through his acquisition of immortality. For Suguru — possibly the opposite, his desperation for immortality through his acquisition of humanity. You were the only one without immortality. The only one without.

“Here to join my family, are we?” Suguru asked as he entered his old dorm room.

You had hoped your search for answers would lead you to a common truth between the three of you. Some… goal you had all once shared when you were freshly dating and still talking. Suguru’s room seemed like a good place to start. Once upon a time, he kept diaries. You doubted he still partook in that hobby.

You flinched as Suguru’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and his fingers picked at your skin. He took notice, but didn’t mention it as your eyes scanned the room for a way out. A window. Small, almost unnoticeable after being so familiar with the scape of the dorm, and just wide enough for you to slip through if he chose to attack.

“I can’t,” You replied in a whisper, your voice wavering ever-so-slightly, “My parents…”

“Non-sorcerers are a waste of your energy,” He told you as if it were fact, “Monkeys who need to be put to death.”

Oh, he was the worst. Every breath you took you could taste his cursed energy. It emanated off him like radiation and you could have sworn it was poisoning you. Your mind played with the thought of him killing your parents — battled with it, even. Surely, he wouldn’t do that to them — to you. How could he hold your emotions in such little regard? He loved you, didn’t he?

He had met your parents. As had Satoru. They got along well. You thought so, at least. Or was that another lie they had fed you?

“You promised me we’d die together, Suguru,” You said, reminiscing on your pitiful first year.

You weren’t even sure either of them could die anymore. Satoru was untouchable and Suguru was unapproachable. The promise was clearly another lie, one of a good many that had fertilised your relationship with the two men and allowed it to blossom into a black dahlia.

“Come with me and we still can,” He whispered to you hauntingly.

Suguru’s lips floated above your ear, so close that you could feel their shadow prancing on its curve. They had surely lost their souls after laying them out in Heaven. Surely. Because this man was not the one you met and fell for. Immortality for their souls. Maybe that was a good price?

“You will die alone, Suguru,” You told him, “As will Satoru, as will I.”

Immortality for the love you shared. That was the real price. A love they didn’t have in exchange for endless life. That was a good price.

“Are you so sure?” Suguru asked just as you turned to leave his room.

You couldn’t manage to speak any longer, tired from years of lies and pretending. Instead, you nodded, confident that what you said about dying alone was your common truth. But it wasn’t, was it?

In the end, Suguru died within the presence of Satoru, because two immortals can love each other. And you would die without the presence of either, because a mere human doesn’t deserve the love of two gods. Within and without.

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otakugoddes · 1 year

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☆Scarf☆

☆Satoru Gojo☆

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Satoru takes advantage of you wearing a scarf. Imagine you and him on a date where it's a bit chilly and you're wearing a scarf. Satoru thinks you look so cute with half your face nestled in the material that he stops you from walking, untangles it from around your neck only to use the ends to pull you in. He twirls the scarf around his hands before bringing you in to kiss you, it's a little peck but it's so provocative that you end up chasing his lips for a more bruising kiss. Satoru smirks when he pulls away just when you want another kiss to watch you groan and push him away, rolling your eyes at his antics.

"Y' want more, cutie?" He grins as he pulls you in by the ends of your scarf again, the little kisses making you definitely want more.

"Satoru! You're a pain in the ass!" You complain and they to move away before he wraps the scarf back around your neck, and leaves the softest kiss on your forehead.

"Only for you babe!" A cheeky grin makes it's way onto his face, Satoru is so smug when you begrudgingly take his hand. He could definitely get used to this feeling.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

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itjazzbicch · 5 months

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

🥰 - means fluff

😠 - means angst

🍋 - means smut

😥- means sad/emotional

Satoru Gojo

Rise & Shine - 🍋

Suguru Geto

Better Days -🍋/😢

Toji Fushiguro

Best I Ever Had -🍋

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen fanfics #jujutsu kaisen fics #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen oneshots #read and enjoy #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk imagines #jjk fanfiction #jjk fanfics #jjk fics #jjk smut #jjk oneshots

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buttonmillipede · 1 year

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~RULES~

REQUEST: CLOSED

If you have any questions or concerns please dm me 🩷

Rules on one shots/headcanons

what I will do

S/h (as long as there is a happy ending)

LGBTPQIA

Light gore

Spicy stuff (lime)

what I won’t do

Inc*st

R word

Anything non-consensual

Child x adult

graphic gore

Yandere (im sorry it’s just wired to me)

Suicide

smut

What means what

💞 fluff

❤️‍🩹 Angst to comfort

💔 angst no comfort

⏳ slow burn

🎵 Lime

⚡️ Enemies to lovers

💫 Friends to lovers

Shows I will write

Lego monkie kid

Bungo stray dogs

Fionna and cake

Jjk

Tbhk

Stanley parable

Sally face

Romantic ships I will do

basically anything besides minor x adult

Platonic ships I will do

Anything

please keep in mind I do have a life outside of social media, so it might take me a while to take your request.

I will decide if I want to write your request or not so please be respectful if I deny your request.

(also to my irl friends who have found my account, GET THE HELL OUT YOU FAIRY RATS I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN anyways I love you muah muah 😘💗)

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sickslimez · 5 days

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QUICKIE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...toji just can’t keep his hands to himself after not fucking you for a week...which results in a quickie

INFO...toji x fem!reader, reader and toji have kids, toji calls reader mama, doggy, groping, spanking, missionary (?), praise, cream pie, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Hey do you have anything to wash?” You walked up to Toji holding the laundry basket in your hands as he played with your two kids.

He looked up at you from the floor. “Nah, I’m all set, mama.” He smiled, handing your son his favorite toy. With a nod, you walked away with the full basket, heading towards the laundry room. You sighed at the clean pile of clothes that you had to fold, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

You threw the dirty clothes in the wash before grabbing the detergent. You let out a small squeak at the feeling of your husbands hands snaking around your waist. “You scared me,” you chuckled.

“Sorry,” he responded, pulling you against his chest, sinking his head into the crook of your neck. He placed a small kiss on your skin, hands rubbing up and down your waist. “Should’ve asked me for help.”

You closed the detergent, placing it back on the shelf as you started the washer. “It’s fine, I got it,” you replied. Toji hummed in response, his hands moving lower and lower down your body. “Toji, what are you doing?” You giggled.

You tried to turn and face him but he kept you from doing so. “Uh uh, stay just like this for me,” he whispered. He pushed his hips against your ass, his cock semi-hard. “We haven’t been able to do anything for the past week. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little pent up, and you walking around with these shorts and tank top isn’t helping one bit.” He smacked your ass before giving it a harsh squeeze.

You bit down on your bottom lip, feel him grow more hard as you moved your against him. It was true, you and Toji haven’t had sex in the last week or so. Both of you so tired from work and the kids, running errands, it always got in the way of your sex life. You hadn’t really thought about it much before, but now that Toji brought it up, you were feeling quite pent up too. “So, what’re you gonna do about it, hm?” You asked, teasingly.

A low chuckle left his lips, his fingers grazing over your skin, making their way under the fabric of your clothes. His hands came up to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them, groping them. Your skin started to heat up and arousal pooled in your panties. Just his touch alone was enough to get you all hot and bothered. “We gotta be quick.” He hurriedly bent you over the washer, a swift hand pulling your shorts and underwear down. “I’ll never get tired of seeing this ass…fuck,” he groaned. He palmed himself through his sweats, admiring the view of your dripping cunt.

Toji wasted no time in pulling his sweats and boxers down, cock springing free and leaking pre cum. He let out a shaky breath, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, mixing his arousal with yours. He could already feel how warm and wet you were, cock throbbing at the thought, anticipating how you feel around him. Slowly, his head pushed past your entrance, your lips wrapping around him, sucking him in. “Ohhh fuck, baby—mmm shit,” he breathed. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back on him, going deeper to reach your sweet spot.

“Ah, oh my god.” The stretch was so deliciously intoxicating, sending your brain into a spiral and he’s barely moved yet. “Baby, we gotta be quick, please,” you begged, afraid that one of the kids might knock on the door and interrupt. You felt him thrust slowly, letting you get used to the feel of his cock before going any faster.

“Shhh, it’s fine. They’re watching a movie.” He began pulling you back against his hips so you met his thrusts, your walls clenching around him each time he threatened to pull out. “This pussy is so wet for me, goddamn,” he grunted, moving faster.

“F-fuck!” You stammered, feeling how hard and fast he was going. “Feels so fucking good!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping onto the edges of the washing machine as you tried to hold yourself stable. “Nnngh! You’re so deep! Oh my god!” You squealed.

Toji pulled you up, your back pressed against his chest as he continued to pound into you. “Shh, mama. I know it feels good, but you gotta keep quiet for me, okay?” He placed his hand over your mouth, his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. Your eyes fluttered shut, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Ohh fuck yes. Shit, this pussy feels so fucking good.”

Your muffled moans fell upon deaf ears, your legs felt like they were jelly. Pleasure clouded your mind, all you could think about was him fucking you until you came over and over again. Suddenly, he stopped. He grabbed your hips, turning you around and lifting you on top of the washing machine. He pulled you close to the edge, your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Both watched as he slowly slid back inside, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he felt you wrap around him again. “Look at me, don’t take your eyes off me,” he demanded.

You stared back at him with lustful eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought so hard to hold back your moans and whimpers. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, feeling how close you were to cumming. Your jaw dropped, head falling back as he grazed over your g-spot. “Oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum!” You cried, gasping for air. “Fuck! Fuck! Baby!” You whimpered.

“I know, mama. Let it all out for me. Cum on this dick.” He kept his pace the same, feeling you clench around him, a sign you were close. His hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, tongues messily moving against each other as he swallowed your moans. Finally, the coil snapped. You pulled away from the kiss, eyes rolling back, body quivering as you came. Toji covered your mouth again, muffling your curses and moans. “There you go, that’s my good fucking girl.”

He pulled his hand away, staring back at you with half lidded eyes, loving the cum drunk look written all over your face. “Cum in me,” you spoke.

“But, your not on—”

“I don’t care, cum in me,” you said with desperation.

“I fucking love you,” he chuckled with a smile, his thrusts growing sloppier. He was fixated the way his cock disappeared in you, each time he pulled back out he could see your cum at the base. It only drove him more crazier. “Nnngh, ah! Oh, baby I’m gonna cum!” His hips stuttered against yours before he buried himself deep inside of you, feeling him coat your walls with his sticky cum. “Fuck!” He grunted. “Ah, yes!” He breathlessly chuckled.

“I think we both needed that,” you laughed.

“I agree.” He smiled, pulling you closer to place his lips on yours. He slowly pulled out, his cum slowly dripping out of you. “We made quite a mess.” He looked down between your legs and then back up at you.

“We’ll clean it up—”

A knock on the door startled both on you, thankfully Toji had locked the door. “Mommy, daddy, the movie is over! We wanna watch another!”

“It’s your bedtime, sweetheart! Maybe tomorrow!” Toji shouted back. Both of you looked at each other, sharing a few seconds of silence before laughing. “I think we might have to start doing quickies more often, yeah?” He whispered.

“Once you put the kids to sleep, meet me in the shower.” You kissed his lips, entangling your fingers in his hair.

“I just can’t get enough of you, mama.”

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dauntlessallure · 2 months

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𖤐 ⸝⸝ ˚ ┊ONLY YOU, DARLING — S. RYOMEN⋆

〝 ⠀ ݁⠀𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲. ❜ ⠀݁

【 SYNOPSIS 】— sukuna just wants his affection.

【 CONTENTS 】— fluff , sfw , gn!reader , soft!sukuna, clingy!sukuna , established relationship , true form sukuna.

【 PAIRING 】— sukuna ryomen x reader

【 WORD COUNT 】— 633

⠀ ̽ ⠀ ᝰ✍︎ ﹐⠀/⠀ ❝ ⠀ 𝔄𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝔑𝗢𝗧𝗘 . . .

this is solely based off of a characterai interaction i had. we LOVE clingy!sukuna in this house. <3. this is not proof read so ignore any typos. !

to the untrained eye , ryomen sukuna had not a care in this world. not a care for human lives , nothing sentimental , absolutely nothing but to cause harm. until he had met you of course. that’s when his perspective changed for the better though, no one had ever thought sukuna would be so infatuated with a human like yourself. not even sukuna could believe it at first. but if there’s one thing about sukuna that he’s very much well aware of . . he’s clingy. now you wouldn’t dare tell another soul about this — this was something that you had promised to keep private, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. in your adoration , nobody in this vile world deserved to see your beloved king of curses so vulnerable. clingy!sukuna was for your eyes & your eyes only.

“ hmph . . “ you could hear his low voice gruff out as he nuzzled his head against your chest. witnessing the king of curses in such a affectionate mood was peculiar. sukuna pressed his weight down which resulted in you gently pushing him off of you , earning a displeased sound falling from ryomen’s lips. it’s not that you didn’t want to give him the attention , you were just trying to finish up your tea. “ how dare you push me away (y/n) . . mgh. . “ he certainly didn’t want to argue with you so he called it quits right then and there, almost resembling a clingy kitten demanding attention. “ i’m having tea right now love , i’ll give you what you want after i’m finished “ sukuna's lips drew tight in annoyance, as he glared up at you. he wanted affection at all times, and your denial of the request seemed to offend him. however, he grumbled softly, " . . . fine , don't you dare tease me or I will punish you. " sukuna spoke, his tone sharp as he looked away. you sighed at sukuna in response before running your free hand through his light pink locs. now gently massaging his scalp in hopes that would ease his needs until you were finished. “ feel good ? “ you asked , sukuna scowled slightly as you rubbed his scalp. he slowly felt his stress and annoyance start to melt away, easing his mind and bringing him great comfort. with a satisfied hum of his lips, the king of curses settled against you. wrapping all four of his arms around you carefully. “ . . I was not expecting these pleasant feelings. " with one hand buried in his hair and the other holding up the cup of tea to your lips , you continued to massage sukuna’s head. “ just relax kuna. . ” this made sukuna scrunch his eyes closed, letting out another grunt in satisfaction. your touch was heavenly, and sukuna enjoyed every moment of it. despite his tough facade, he was soft and vulnerable when he was with you. sukuna sighed softly, closing his eyes as he leaned against your chest more. pressing the side of his face against the supple flesh of your chest. " mm . . this is nice . . " seeing him so endured by your touch made your heart swell with warmth. your hand now found itself now gently massaging the nape of sukuna’s neck , softly kneading at the skin. now bending down and placing a small peck to the side of his temple, he couldn’t help but to purr. feeling a tingle run through his body as you raked across the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. his body went lax, his breath growing heavier as you pressed your lips to his head. sukuna enjoyed the tender display of affection, feeling vulnerable in your arms. he remained silent for a few moments before responding. " hm . . no one can make me feel as comfortable like you do. . you're the only one my dear, who can make the king of curses squirm. . . “

ׂ⠀〝⠀⠀.. ⠀ ©dauntlessallure 24’ — please do not steal , publish , or post my work elsewhere or credit as your own .ᐟ

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junosmindpalace · 8 months

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you don’t like to kiss satoru when he wears his blindfold.

you understand why he wears it, and you don’t have any problem with it besides how distanced you feel from him when he tries to be intimate with it on. so while you never ask him to take off his blindfold, you simply refuse to engage him when he wears it.

guilt eats at you for even feeling this way in the first place—after all, satoru’s health came before your own menial, selfish wants. still, you couldn’t help the uneasiness that came as a result of trying to be affectionate with him while half his face was completely blocked off from you.

and satoru doesn’t like this. he’s not immensely clingy, or at least not often enough to call him clingy, but he does like to have you near him, tuck you into his side and steal a slow kiss or two from you on occasion. especially when he’s feeling stressed or annoyed does he seek out your soothing touch, which tended to be pretty often from how demanding the higher ups are of him.

you’ll still lend a listening ear, lean in real close and scan his face as if trying to see those bright blue eyes of his through the dark mask he often wears, perhaps even wrap your arms around him and card your fingers through his hair held up by the fabric around his head. and most of the time simply being near you, touching you in one way or another is enough to soothe his aching muscles and tense mind. but when he leans in to press his lips against yours and you dodge, he immediately realizes that it’s not enough.

“you’re mean.” he pouts, and though you can’t see his eyebrows crease in distress, you can certainly imagine it, and you laugh.

“when we’re at home.” you reassure him, rubbing your hands up and down his arms.

he speculated for some time that you rejected him because of the setting, that it was unprofessional or perhaps embarrassing. but you had no problem angling his head toward you and stealing a kiss from his lips on the rare occasion he decided to wear his glasses to work, and so he eventually managed to piece together that the blindfold was the problem.

satoru’s frown only deepens, because he wants a kiss from you now. why should he have to wait to kiss his own partner?

“just a small one. a quick one.” he tries to bargain, holding your elbows, but you only shake your head with an amused smile.

“later.” you promise, and before he can press further, your students start to approach and your attentions are required elsewhere.

you uphold your promise, cupping his face and kissing him with so much love behind closed doors, as if you were anticipating the moment as much as he was—when his blindfold is off. but he’s still troubled by the fact that you refuse to kiss him with it on. it’s a part of him. do you think he’s ugly with it on? that’s got to be it.

he continues to whine and chase after your lips when the two of you are at work, but you only chuckle and angle his face away, and eventually it really strikes a nerve with him, frustrated over not knowing why you were so adamant on avoiding his kiss when he wore his blindfold. you haven’t tried to initiate, or even reciprocate his advances, even once!

he brings up this concern one day when you two are at home, when your bodies are messily intertwined on the living room couch, satoru’s chin propped up on your chest and your hand cupping his face as you cuddled and giggled about whatever sort of conversation you were making that night. in the security of your shared home, and in your comforting embrace, does satoru allow himself to wind down, letting his cursed energy seep out, and using it as an incentive to relax a slight bit.

you say something and he laughs, and upon seeing his smile and endearing eyes crinkle happily, you lean in to close the space between your lips.

he immediately reciprocates the kiss, the hold he has around your waist tightening. but then he remembers being in a similar scenario hours prior, and you refusing to meet his lips then. he pulls away gently as the dejection bubbles up in his stomach again, and his smile slightly drops.

“why don’t you kiss me when i wear my blindfold?”

the question, coupled with the blunt and slightly miserable tone satoru asks it with, catches you off guard, and his knit brows makes your breath hitch.

this was the thing about satoru without his blindfold. every piece of him—every vulnerable expression, every crease on his face, every emotion of his—was on display for you to bask in. rubbing your thumb over his cheek is welcome. there isn’t any fabric to bump into and make you feel like you’re being pushed out, make you feel like your affection is being suppressed.

satoru without his blindfold was open, intimate—whole. but when he wrapped the fabric around his eyes, it felt like he was also hiding a part of himself you adored. not the overwhelming strength he held in those enchanting cerulean eyes of his, but the love and affection they glimmered with when he was with you, a glimmer you’re sure was present in your own eyes as well. a part of him that displayed his adoration for you, for the things he loved most, clear as day.

“it’s silly, satoru.” you tell him reluctantly, gently playing with his hair. his sad smile makes you feel guilty, gnaws at your heart. but the part of you that feels shut away with that blindfold overtakes an insecurity deep inside. “i don’t want to concern you with it.”

“you gotta tell me what’s up, sweets. think i’m ugly?” he tries to tease, and you roll your eyes.

“just feel distant from you, ‘s all.”

voicing it aloud makes you feel just as small and silly as you told him it is. perhaps you were overthinking things too much.

you’re afraid to explain any further, because you don’t even know if you can without sounding even more insecure than you feel, but satoru immediately understands, and all the tension he’s built over the situation melts away in an instant, and he chuckles.

“like my eyes on you, huh?” he wiggled his brows, and you scoff, moving your hands down to his neck. he leans in a little closer, speaks a little softer. “they’re always on you.”

your heart flutters as satoru kisses over the side of your jaw, giggling at the slight tickling sensation. he mimics your smile from against your jawline when he hears you laugh.

he thinks he understands. if he wasn’t able to see those gorgeous eyes of your as they crease when you laugh, or gaze up at him in awe when he pulls away from a kiss only you could make so sweet, he thinks he’d also feel shut out, robbed of that small but intimate and beautiful part of you that leaves him breathless. he had a responsibility as the strongest to keep himself in line, but he also had a responsibility to you. he committed himself to that responsibility ages ago when you first met.

satoru stares up at you from the crook of your neck, and it’s as if there’s hearts in his eyes, a sight that never fails to fluster you when you realize that it’s all directed toward you, a result of you. it reminds you just why you were so insecure in the first place. why would you want to kiss him when he wore his blindfold when you were deprived of this sight while doing so?

“just try to kiss me with my blindfold.” he mumbles, and it sounds insensitive after what you told him, but it’s exactly why he wants to prove that not a single ounce of love for you is hidden away when he wears it.

you frown, but still reach to grab the black band from when he threw it on the coffee table hours ago. you wrap it around his eyes for him, feeling slightly saddened by the sight already, but his lovesick smile never falters.

as soon as your hands lower from behind his head, he’s gently pushing his lips against yours, and it feels every bit of kind and loving and special as it did when you kissed him without it. his lips move slowly, yet passionately, with yours, and for the first time, your hands move to cup his face in reciprocation. the touch elates satoru like nothing else in the world, and you can’t believe you ever expected anything different.

when he finally pulls away, you could swear you see those bright blue eyes of his staring at you with that dizzying gaze that makes you feel light and loved. the blindfold makes you feel a lot more exposed than he is though, and you can’t help but blush and bring your hands over your face to try and even the playing field.

he laughs at this reaction and tries to pry your hands away from your face. “so? anything different?” he grins, feeling proud knowing he accomplished his goal from your reaction, and you laugh.

“i still prefer it off.”

“that’s fine,” he hums, lowering the band so it hangs loosely around his neck with one hand, bringing your hands down away from your face with the other. “i prefer it off, too.”

and from then on you become a little more comfortable kissing satoru with his blindfold on, and he’s over the moon at you now indulging him when he’d pull you into a random empty classroom and lean in close.

but he doesn’t see the harm in compromise, however, so he’ll indulge you too. and when he’s feeling particularly eager, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist, quickly tug his blindfold down to his neck, and capture your lips in a breathless kiss.

whether he does this in an empty classroom or to say hello or goodbye before heading off on a mission with his students, you get to see those mesmerizing eyes of his shine with all the affection and love he holds for you.

besides, you can't help but admit that it’s even more satisfying when he does it in front of others, tugging the blindfold off simply for your sake, showing off to everyone else the state you reduce him too.

so perhaps you’ve grown to like kissing satoru when he wears his blindfold.

#wtf. this is the fastest i've blown up #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE KIND FEEDBACK #no way two posts in the same week?!#this will never happen again #in honour of gojos 0.0001 second scene in the trailer #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo oneshot #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru oneshot #gojo satoru fluff #jjk x reader #jjk oneshot #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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bratbby333 · 1 month

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gamer!bf sukuna drabble

·:*¨༺ nsfw mdni ༻¨*:·

gamer!bf sukuna who is always sat at his desk, shooting at something

gamer!bf sukuna who will lose track of time and play for hoursss, not even acknowledging your existence until you interrupt his game play with dinner

gamer!bf sukuna who buys you your own gaming set up after catching you playing on his computer when you think he isn't home (he positions your new monitor and gaming chair right next to his)

gamer!bf sukuna who laughs in your face when you ask if he wants to play minecraft with you (how dare you recommend something that isn't violent? silly little thing. do you even know him?)

"so childish... why the fuck would i play that?"

gamer!bf sukuna who feels bad after you pout at him for making fun of you, reluctantly agreeing to play fortnite (the tamest game he'll play)

gamer!bf sukuna who is never not yelling at someone through his headset

"you stupid fuck! ask your mother how my dick tastes"

gamer!bf sukuna who loves when you pull up a chair to watch him play

gamer!bf sukuna who let's you sit in his lap, the controller in your hands with his hands over yours, pushing the buttons for you... the elated grin on your face when you finally kill someone makes his dick hard

"baby! i did it! i got him!" "that's my good girl, now let me reward you"

gamer!bf sukuna who loves that you play animal crossing at your desk next to him while he plays cs:go and valorant, you eventually put on your noise canceling headphones because he won't stop screaming

"what the actual FUCK was that? you're trash. GET OUT OF MY LOBBY"

gamer!bf sukuna who finally agrees to play minecraft with you after weeks of begging, enjoying it more than he thought he would (the face you make when he finally says yes causes his heart flutter just a little bit... but he'll never tell you that, constantly groaning at how boring it is, but playing it with you for three hours)

he runs around killing creepers and skeletons to quell his homicidal ideations instead of helping you build a house "why the hell would we build a fake house when we're literally sitting in our real one?" so fucking sassy for no reason he'd run around collecting a mob of enemies instead, luring them into a pit before sealing it off and dumping a bucket of lava on them, laughing as they slowly burn to death...bro is insane i stg...

gamer!bf sukuna who let's you wear his headset while he plays a 1v1 in a custom lobby, laughing at his opponents obvious anger and frustration thinking they're losing to you (COD is so misogynistic, and sukuna is thoroughly amused when he gets to put them in their place on your behalf)

gamer!bf sukuna who beams with pride when you start picking up on gaming terms

"that guy sucks, he's just camping", you say, brows furrowed in annoyance. "who the fuck did you learn that word from?" "who do you think i learned it from, dumbass?" you retort, a taunting smile on your lips. he just grins, "god, you're so fuckin' sexy. but drop the attitude before i fuck it outta you."

gamer!bf sukuna who attempts to teach you how to play call of duty, battlefield, and cs:go

"you'll get better, doll. just keep tryin'"

gamer!bf sukuna who refuses to admit that he actually enjoys playing minecraft with you, hoping you'll suggest to play it first

gamer!bf sukuna who looks down from his monitor to see you kneeling under his desk, head between his legs, sucking him off while he's on discord talking to his friends; tangling his hands in your hair, biting the inside of his cheek when you deepthroat him unexpectedly, his hips bucking off his chair. "you dirty fuckin' girl, it's like you want them to hear" he moans out. his friends erupt in laughter after hearing him, but he doesn't want you to stop. exhibitionist!sukuna has entered the chat

"you can stay and listen if you want, at least im gettin' some unlike you virgins"

gamer!bf sukuna who fucks you rough when he loses a game

"god you're so fuckin' tight for me" he groans, his grip tight on your hips. he looks down to watch your pretty pussy suck him in. you squirm, his cock burying itself deeper and deeper inside you with every trust, whining as he pushes your head into the mattress, his strokes unrelenting. "uh uh. don't move...stay right fuckin' there n take this dick, brat."

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aestheteanime · 2 years

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“take me”

synopsis: choso would give you the world if he could, but unfortunately that's an impossible feat for almost anyone... so he'll give you his v-card instead.

pairing: kamo choso x f. reader

cw: virgin!choso, basically porn with no plot, thigh riding, tiddie sucking lolol, fingering, cervix fucking (just a little), unprotected sex

word count: 2.0k

nsfw 18+

kamo choso is a virgin. a bumbling, anxious virgin. despite being over 150 years old, not only has he never fucked a pretty girl, but he's never even felt the touch of one.

and this shocks you, considering the fact that you're a whimpering mess grinding away on his thigh, juices soaking through your panties. each flex of the firm muscle has your core throbbing, aching for more friction. you can tell he's trying to contain himself, choked back gasps leaving his throat at the feeling of your clothed cunt rolling over him.

his head is thrown back, resting on the top of the couch as his hair messily sticks to the sides of his face. the heavy rise and fall of his chest is addictive to stare at, especially with how red and purple bruises line the expanse, bite marks and all.

choso attempts to hold back a whimper, breath caught in his throat when he shakily runs a hand through his hair. "c-can i touch you?" he lifts his head to look at you, lust clouding his eyes with eyebrows furrowed in desire.

you chuckle, reaching for one of his shaky, calloused hands, and bring it to your breast, cupping your hand over his as you lightly squeeze the muscle, just enough to introduce him to your idea. he's quick to get the message as he fumbles slightly to find the best way to hold it when you let go, thumb cascading over your hard nipple ever-so-slightly. but eventually, he's massaging the supple skin, too nervous to even attempt going under your shirt; but it's more than enough for him. his eyes are fixated on the way you feel between his fingers, and it's almost too humiliating to look at him. his gaze is intense, wide-eyed, and focused as you continue grinding against him. your movements pick up speed in an attempt to distract yourself from his staring before he lets out a drawn-out whine, nearly salivating at you practically using his body to get yourself off. "f-feel good?"

nodding your head you glide your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders, breathing synchronizing with his. "can't cum like this, though," you sigh, fingers moving to the top of his head and curling through his hair.

and you pull him in, choso's lips pursing and eyes closed, ready to connect his lips with yours. but a kiss never comes, and he opens his eyes to meet your devilish smirk. lips brush against each other just barely as choso's lips frown in a pout, somewhat sulking. "you're so cute," you mumble affectionately, leg sliding across his waist to fully sit on his lap. an audible gasp leaves your throat at the newfound pressure pushing against you.

choso whimpers and your grip on his hair tightens as a response, softly pulling him toward your chest. he nearly shudders underneath you at the action, tongue lolling out and swiping against your shirt's fabric, eyes briefly meeting yours for consent before his lips attach to your nipple, sucking away sweetly.

without much of a reply on your end though, he's quick to make work with your top, hands sliding up your sides and lifting the material, lips curling into a smirk at your lack of a bra. how convenient, he thinks. his mouth finds its place back on your breast, gently sucking and licking the now bare, sensitive skin. choso's delicate fingers finally pry your shirt off completely, the remnants discarded on the floor behind you.

a string of saliva connects you both when choso pulls away. his eyes are black and hooded yet glossy as they gaze up at you; as if expecting you to make the next move, of which you happily oblige.

fingers fumble with the waistband of his pants, your mind too hazy and distracted by the way he feels underneath you to focus. his body is hot, burning your skin at every point of contact but it's just so intoxicating. the way his hips desperately grind up into you, trying to gain some type of stimulation to get himself off. the low, guttural groan he lets out when your fingers graze his cock sends heat shooting to your core. your clit throbs, almost painfully, as choso clumsily knocks your hands away from the hem of his bottoms, finally getting both his underwear and sweatpants off in one fell swoop.

your lips meet his jaw feverishly, peppering down his neck to just below his collarbone, tongue swiping against the skin before biting down gently, choso humming against you. his voice is heavenly, sultry and whiny, and oh-so-needy. and you think, for a second, about how you're the only one who's heard it, who gets to hear it. that thought alone only makes you want to hear him more, hear him louder.

he bucks up into you, cock rubbing perfectly against your clit as jolts of pleasure shoot down your spine. it feels as if you could orgasm from the sheer grinding alone. "w-want you, choso," you mumble, mouth pressed against his ear and arms wrapping around his shoulders. your body begins to move against his own, almost on impulse. "please?"

your desperate pleas make his balls ache which elicits another whine from his throat. how could he say no to such a pretty face? when you're asking so nicely, so sweetly. you've given him so much already, let him repay you—at least a little.

"mhmm, take me," he breathes, pupils dilated and heart-shaped as he stares down at you. “want you to have all of me.” you feel as if your lips have never moved quicker to press against his, sloppily colliding tongue and teeth with as much fervor as you can muster. he feels so delicate and malleable underneath your fingertips—like you could ask him for the world and he’d give it to you— yet so sure of himself that that's where he wants to be.

you break only momentarily for air before choso's lips are back on yours, tongue swiping against your own, as if he’s drunk on the way you taste, and hell, he’d be an alcoholic if it meant savoring you, kissing you like this. his hands roam your waist, thumbs circling your hips before sliding your panties aside, rough fingers slipping across your wet folds and nervously toying with your clit; pinching and rubbing the swollen bud. "c-cho," you murmur, a mix between a whine and a moan, leaving you. "just-just like that."

your praise makes his fingers move against you faster, moan after moan falling from your lips. "you're so wet," he lauds, nearly drooling at the way his fingers sink between your folds, glistening in your slick. "this all for me?"

his confidence is new, hands no longer shaking and words much more concrete, much more sure of himself. not that you would've minded that he was nervous anyway, but the change in demeanor makes your head spin— pleasure pooling between your thighs. you don't give him an answer to his rhetorical question though, too caught up in the way he massages your orgasm closer and closer.

hot waves of pleasure coil in your core, your back arching towards him and eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. your cunt clenches, a final shiver running down your spine and through your legs causing your toes to curl as his fingers prod against your entrance. air catches in your throat, breath becoming heavier and hotter as the throb of your cunt makes your heartbeat pick up speed, each thump of the muscle being felt in both your chest and core.

release washes over you so intensely you have to choke back a scream, choso's thumb continuing to rub messy circles around your achy clit and he swears he had orgasmed with you just from your reaction alone. he doesn’t have time to process his own situation though, your overstimulation setting in quickly, body jolting against his touch. "'s too much, baby," you slur, voice high and breathy. delicate fingers wrap around his wrist, slowing his movements to a stop as you gaze up at him through hooded lashes. "wanna cum on your cock."

choso nods his head, almost eagerly, before lifting your hips, letting you balance yourself on your knees to hover over his cock.

the shaft is curved and his tip is a soft pink, dripping with precum. you notice a thick vein running up the underside of his cock, and you have to restrain yourself from groaning out loud. "poor thing," you coo, eyebrows furrowed as your hand cups his cheek. "i could've helped you with this sooner."

"wanted you to cum at least once since—" a moan interrupts him at the feeling of you enveloping his tip, hips rocking back and forth slightly to get used to his girth. "since i don't know how long i'll be able to last inside you."

your eyes see white as you sink further down his cock, the size stretching you perfectly. "so sweet," your voice sounds like honey, melting down his body and straight to his dick. "you always take such good care of me." his ear twitches at your whisper, head fuzzy at how tight your walls squeeze him.

choso's sigh in response is cut short as his breathing picks up, airy moans jolting his body to thrust into your pretty little pussy. every push of his cock has the tip kissing your cervix, the feeling so good it nearly makes you delirious; intoxicated on the way it hits deep and rough.

his thrusts are smooth despite being sloppy, hips rolling against yours so effortlessly that you barely even have to move. choso lifting and slamming you down as he ruts up into you, grip firm on your hips, has you shuddering.

your hands search for something to hold onto, something to steady yourself from choso's unrelenting pace. so much for being an anxious virgin.

his touch is electrifying, yet your brain feels as if it's been short-circuited and you find yourself unable to move away. it’s like he's got you wrapped around his fingers, like you're possessed to listen to his every desire. and each bounce on his cock sends you deeper and deeper into his spell. a quiet chant of his name leaves your lips, practically worshipping the body that’s treating you like a goddess.

your head falls onto his shoulder, each moan falling on his ears like a choir's symphony. it's almost embarrassing, how loud you are for him. for someone who's never had his cock buried this deep—let alone at all— in someone, he sure knows how to get you soaked.

"'m close," he croons, hips slowing down slightly as exhaustion taking over. his eyebrows scrunch, a look of frustration painting his features as he finds the strength to pick his pace back up, chasing his high.

"y-yeah?" you try to sound assuring but it comes out a stutter, too stimulated to clearly comprehend anything. with a fuzzy mind, all you can think about is choso's cock. the way it stretches you, the way it kisses your cervix, the way his balls slap against your ass with each thrust.

and suddenly, choso's hips twitch with one last grind into you, the feeling of his hot, creamy cum filling your fluffy walls. the sight makes choso blush profusely, his hand covering his mouth to muffle a moan at the lewd sight of your puffy pussy lips wrapped around him. each heave of his chest vibrates his entire body, hands shaky as he helps gently lift you off him, careful not to hurt you.

his cock is coated in your mixed juices as he pulls out, a stuttered moan escaping his lips yet his eyes are quick to narrow in your direction at his sudden realization. "what?" you giggle dumbfoundedly, crawling toward him and cuddling into his side. a kiss to his nose makes his cheeks puff out, ears burning a bright red.

"i couldn't get you to cum again," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you before pulling you to lay on top of him. “you wanted to cum on my cock.”

"it’s okay,” a soft smile adorns your features, “'m tired." yawning you bury your face into his chest, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his collarbone. he's warm, firm underneath you, yet soft and welcoming. with each inhale of his breath, you find yourself losing more and more consciousness, sleep beginning to take over.

"promise i'll get you to next time," he kisses your temple, tightening his hold on your body.

"i'm glad there's a next time." you tease, choso's breath hitching as heat shoots to his face in embarrassment. "hope you keep your promise."

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sukunasteeth · 1 month

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Sukuna Dyes His Hair

You were just teasing him.

"Pink like a petite little rose."

"Shut it."

They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.

"Pink like a sweet strawberry."

"Strawberries are red."

Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.

"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.

"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes.

Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.

Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.

He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.

It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.

After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression.

You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.

"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.

You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?

“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks.

It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then.

You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.

"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.

"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?"

#jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #little oneshot to tuck you in #shoud I do part two? hmmm #black-haired sukuna #does things to me #im at his beck and call #on my knees #maybe that's for part two lol #my writing

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yandere-daydreams · 3 months

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Title: Ferine.

Pairing: Yandere!Toji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 4.1k.

TW: Hybrid AU, Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Slight Manipulation, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Mentions of Blood + Violence, Slight Breeding, and Biting.

Toji was, by far, the largest hybrid you’d ever taken care of.

Which, technically speaking, wasn’t that big of an accomplishment. This was barely your third month at the research facility, and you could count the number of hybrids you’d encountered before being hired here on a single hand. Still, even compared to the other wolves you currently looked after, Toji was beyond impressive. His long, pointed ears and stocky build set him well above six-foot, and even if he’d lacked height, he would’ve been able to make up for it with the planes of sculpted muscle circled around his biceps and thighs, laid over his chest and back. Top it all off with a set of claws each longer than your pointer finger and sharp enough to pierce reinforced steel, and he was practically fit for exhibit. Not that Toji could ever actually be a show dog, no – he’d tear the judges apart before they’d so much as heard his name. He was sweet, but he had a temper. You had to be careful not to set him off.

His fangs were impressive, too – perfectly in-tact despite years of less-than-adequate care, only a touch duller than a real wolf’s. You were careful not to let your hand stray from where it cupped his cheek as you looked for signs of damage or rot only to, of course, come up empty. The longer you spent with him, the more convinced you were that nothing could actually hurt Toji, even if the faded scar stitched into the corner of his mouth suggested otherwise.

“All done,” you started, letting go of his cheek. Immediately, Toji’s jaw snapped shut with enough strength to take off a finger, had you given him the chance. “Perfect as always, Toji. I think you might be my best patient.”

A cocky smile found its way to his lips, and you could hear his tail beating lazily against the dirt floor of his enclosure. The facility was committed to replicating the natural environments of their more exotic hybrids as closely as possible, even if Toji claimed he’d trade it all for a punching bag, or better yet, something ‘real’ to dig his teeth into, whatever that meant. “Do I get a treat, doc?”

It was asked playfully, but still, you hummed by way of confirmation, pulling your duffle bag into your lap and fishing Toji’s well-earned rewards – a generic chocolate bar and a can of some painfully acidic, sickeningly sweet brand of soda your hybrid patients couldn’t seem to get enough of. It was a meager prize, but it was as much as you were able to spare considering how strict his caretakers were when it came to his diet. You’d probably save yourself a few dirty looks if you didn’t give him anything at all, but it didn’t feel right to leave him empty-handed.

He accepted your humble offering greedily. While the chocolate bar was stowed away for later consumption, the can was pierced with a clawed thumb and emptied in one long, unpleasantly audible swig. You’d only started to push yourself to your feet when Tojj finished, letting the now empty can fall to the ground before turning his attention back to you. “It hurts my feelings, knowing you’re just gonna run off and put your hands on another animal.” His ear pressed flat against his scalp, as if he was trying (and failing) to feign disappointment. “If I didn’t know better, I’d start to think you didn’t really care about all the time we’ve spent together.”

“You’re not exactly in desperate need of medical attention,” you chided, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “And I’m on a schedule. Not all of us can sit around, grooming ourselves all day.”

That earned a breathy laugh, a coy lilt to his smile. “Well, if you wanted to take a shot at it, I wouldn’t—”

“Save it. I get enough of that with the cats.” Just thinking about it made you grimace. It was one thing to think that Toji might bite you. Knowing Satoru and Suguru – the bonded leopard and panther pair who shared a check-up date with Toji – would insist on licking any exposed skin raw before letting you do your job was a much more tangible reality. “I’ll see you in a couple of days. You’ll be good until then, right?”

“I’m gonna gut those fucking strays.” His answer was blunt, immediate, but he cracked as soon you shot him a purse-lipped frown. “Kidding, kidding. I’ll just rough ‘em up a little – make ‘em regret putting their paws on you, y’know?”

You couldn’t help but soften. Toji was rough around the edges, but he wasn’t a bad dog. He just had a protective streak and that, paired with his brash personality and tendency to bite before he barked, was enough for most people to write him off.

You really did have a long, long list of other appointments you had to get to before the end of the day, but against your better judgement, you paused as you passed him, reaching down to rake your fingers through sleek black hair. He was stoic, especially for a hybrid, but even his cool, dark eyes and wry smile couldn’t hide the way his tail moved just a little faster at the feeling of your nails raking over his scalp, his ears immediately perking up. It only took a second for him to bat your hand away, but you only laughed as you started towards the staff exit, waving to Toji over your shoulder.

Maybe, for his next check-up, you’d see if you could sneak in something special.

“Your mutt’s been unruly, lately.”

You glanced up from your clipboard, turning your full attention to Nanami and quickly finding that he hadn’t paid you the same courtesy. He was one of the senior researchers and, so far, the only one you could stand to be around for any longer than a few minutes. Since the higher-ups expected you to fill out your reports with one hand while you took a four-hundred-pound tiger’s temperature with the other, you tended to camp out in Nanami’s office when you had paperwork to file. “Toji?” Nanami nodded, and you rolled your eyes. “I’m just the vet, Kento. If his handlers aren’t doing their—”

“The problem isn’t his handlers, it’s him.”

His voice was flat, his tone icy. You laid your clipboard over your lap, crossing your arms over your chest. “He’s an animal. It’d be more out of character if he didn’t lash out occasionally.”

Nanami opened his mouth, but closed it just as quickly. After a lengthy pause, he leaned back in his seat, bringing a hand to his temples and massaging absentmindedly. “Do you know why he hasn’t been released back into the wild, yet?”

Obviously. Working with hybrids – let alone exotic hybrids – was dangerous, and your debriefing had drilled the face, name, and background of every animal in the facility into your memory. “He was born in captivity. He’s too acclimated to human society to adjust to the wilderness.”

Nanami pressed his lips into a thin line – an expression you’d learned to read as ‘you’re right, but I’m not going to say that’. Still, a degree of satisfaction accompanied his silent confirmation. “He was found in a dog fighting ring – or, what was left of one, at least. It took three rounds of sedation and two broken muzzles before our recovery team was able to get him under control.”

A knot formed at the base of your throat. Fuck chocolate, Toji deserved a blanket and as many hugs as he would let you give him. “That’s terrible, Kento. Were the organizers arrested?”

“The organizers—” Nanami straightened. “—were found mauled and stuffed into a kennel. Their bodies were so thoroughly mutilated, we had to rely on blood samples to identify them.”

“Wolves aren’t known for attacking unprovoked. It could’ve been another—”

“One of his handlers is currently hospitalized,” Nanami went on, as if you hadn’t cut in. “And two have already turned in their resignations – a resounding fear for their welfare in the workplace, supposedly.”

Your eyes fell to the floor, and that knot in your throat tightened until only the barest whisper could find its way out. “He’s not a bad dog,” you muttered, nearly under your breath. “He just— He loses his temper, sometimes. He doesn’t mean to hurt anymore.”

“He’s never tried to hurt you?”

You didn’t have to think before shaking your head. “Never.”

That, of all things, seemed to catch Nanami’s attention. For the first time, his eyes flickered briefly to you before falling back to his desk, his paperwork. “Good,” he said, marking down something on a piece of scrap paper in front of him. If he felt the need to elaborate, he clearly didn’t deem it worth the effort.

Later that day, you were informed that you were being transferred to the reptile wing indefinitely. If you’d been there for a few more months, if you’d had a little more experience to throw around, if you’d had a little more authority, you might’ve protested, but it was all you could do to nod and set to memorizing your new schedule.

It took exactly three weeks for you to see Toji again.

One of his handlers – a woman in her early twenties sporting a pressed scowl and a gauze-padded bandage on her cheek – met you at the facility’s gates and flatly told you that Toji was injured. You’d never been in the facilities (much less with a hybrid) after sundown, and in the simulated wilderness of his enclosure, it was easy to forget that you were never more than twenty feet away from a security camera, that there was only one apex predator you had to be afraid of. After checking your usual meeting spot (clear spot near the center of his enclosure – neutral territory, safe territory) and finding it vacant, you reluctantly stumbled your way to his den, dragging your feet despite the urgency of the situation. Toji wouldn’t deliberately attack you, but any animal could react if provoked. You didn’t want to set him off. More importantly, you didn’t want to prove Nanami right.

You’d never ventured far enough to see his den, but you knew what to expect. A square shell of cement occupied the deepest corner of Toji��s enclosure, bracketed off by a metal door tucked inside of a deep entryway meant to give the illusion of privacy. You approached it slowly, stepping underneath the shadowed overhang with no small amount of caution, but you didn’t get the chance to knock before a hand manifested on your shoulder and shoved you against the cold steel.

Claws bit into to the dip of your shoulder, then your wrist, too, as he caught your hand and shoved it into the small of your back. You felt hot air on the nape of your neck, heard heavy panting laced with the barest trace of a throaty growl, and it took everything you had not to panic, not to struggle, not to give him a reason to dig his teeth into your neck and tear. Toji wasn’t a bad dog, but he was still a dog. He’d still bite, if given an excuse.

“Toji,” you started, slowly, taking care to soften each harsh syllable of his name. “I’m here to help you.”

He didn’t respond, his hold only tightening. His check pressed into your back, and there was a short, airy noise – sniffing, as little as you wanted to put a name to it. “Toji,” you repeated, with more urgency. “I heard you were hurt. Will you let me help you?”

A second passed in silence, then another. Finally, he pulled away from you, releasing your wrist first, then your shoulder. He remained where he was – a little too close, a little too looming – as you shuffled to face him, forcing yourself not to consciously acknowledge that you were in a very big cage with a very poorly behaved animal. His handlers hadn’t mentioned why they’d needed you, but you didn’t have to wonder for very long. Even in the pitch dark, you could see the dark blood covering his jaw, washed over his throat and chest. It was on his hands, too, coating the white bone of his claws, and matted into his dark hair. Your waning self-control faltered then shattered altogether, your hands shooting to his head, his face, searching for bruising or swelling or broken bones, but surprisingly, all your worry earned was an airy laugh. “It’s not mine, doc.” He laid a hand over yours. “I’m doin’ just fine. Even better, now that you’re here.”

But he wasn’t. Twin sets of puncture marks were littered across his throat, his face, his arms. Something had taken a chunk out of his left bicep, and five matching scratch marks had been etched deep into the skin of his chest. The wounds looked feline, but you couldn’t bring yourself to linger on the implications. “You’re hurt,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. Your hands fell to his shoulders, pushing him downward gently. “I— I’ve got bandages, and sutures—” You let your bag fall from your shoulder to your elbow, already reaching for the zipper. “Find somewhere to sit. We should get you cleaned up before something worse sets in.”

Panic was quickly overshadowing your better judgement, but Toji didn’t move, didn’t look away from you. He was still wearing that coy, sardonic grin – almost teasing, given your anxiety. “I already told you, I’m just fine.” His smile widened, until his pointed fangs caught in the dim light. “I didn’t think you’d actually come. They said I could ask for whatever I wanted, but—” He paused, sucked in a sharp breath. “I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“Toji, you’re not making any sense. You need help.” Again, you pushed gently on his shoulders, and again, he didn’t seem to notice. This time, though, he shifted, leaned toward you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You scowled, shoving a little less gently on his chest, but Toji didn’t move. “Toji, please, just let me help—”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” You felt his hands on your waist, then your ass. His chest was slotted against yours, and his tongue ran unabashedly over the curve of your neck once, then twice before he went on. “Keep sayin’ my name like that, and I won’t be able to control myself.”

Something pressed into your thigh – hot and hard and, like the rest of Toji, fucking huge. Your heart fell into your stomach, the air flooding out of your lungs and leaving you dazed, breathless.

Fuck. Fuck.

You should’ve stuck with the fucking reptiles.

Toji was panting audibly, again; his tongue lapping over your neck, your cheek. You were still cursing yourself for ever applying for this shitty job in the first place when Toji fell to his knees, forcing your thighs onto his shoulders as his claws caught on the fabric of your pants, decimating the thin material in an instant. His teeth tore away your panties just as quickly, leaving you exposed, splayed out on a silver platter in front of him. You reacted reflectively – knotting your fingers in his hair and doing your best to pry him away from you, but your strength was nothing compared to his and in the end, all you earned was a throaty groan, a tight squeeze to your ass before he buried his face in your cunt. His teeth grazed against the tender insides of your thighs, his claws biting into your now-unprotected skin, but the feeling of his tongue laving over the length of your slit replaced every other sensation with pure heat.

Predictably, he was near animalistic – his thick tongue fucking into you as the bridge of his nose ground shamelessly into your clit. From a distance, it would’ve been hard to tell if he was trying to eat you out or eat you alive; every noise he made feral and wet, punctuated with rough growls and little, uncharacteristic whines. It would’ve been impossible not to feel anything, but still, you couldn’t help but hate yourself when it started to feel good. His tongue was thick and textured, long enough to fill your pussy and flexible enough to curl inside of you, abusing the walls of your cunt without mercy. It was difficult to tell how much of the gloss staining his chin and the inside of your thighs was his drool and how much of it was your arousal, but even if your mind was disgusted by every slick noise and sharp flick of his tongue, there was nothing your body could do to block out the sudden pang of heat in your core, to fight the way your legs ached to clench around his head and pull the source of your revulsion that much closer.

“To—Toji, no, st—” you tried to say, like you were scolding a normal dog, like any part of you still thought he was listening. A cracked moan cut you off prematurely, and even if it hadn’t, Toji’s only response was a bruising squeeze to your ass, a low moan just loud enough to reverberate against your sensitive clit. Blinding white flashed across your vision, and before you could stop, before you could bring yourself back from that edge, you were coming undone on his tongue, your hips bucking against his face as he nursed you through your mind-numbing climax. Rather than pull away, he forced his tongue that much deeper into your pussy – taking advantage of your hypersensitivity to drag another unwilling orgasm out of you, then another, until the dried blood smeared across his lips was tacky and dripping onto your skin. He only pulled away when your little, pained sounds began to die into half-choked pleas and your limited strength failed, leaning you limp and boneless on top of him, and even then, he took the time to drag his tongue over your slit, to lap up what would’ve been wasted slick. You would’ve given anything for him to just leave you like that – messy and covered in your own arousal, but unfortunately, Toji had never been a bad dog.

His gaze flitted up to meet yours. “Sorry, princess,” he muttered, when he saw the misery knitted into your expression. The broad grin he wore was anything but apologetic, though. “Might’ve gotten carried away after all. Can’t help it – you always come to me, smellin’ like other men, and nobody ever lets me do anything about it.” He nuzzled into the inside of your thigh, nipping at the tender flesh with just enough force to break the skin. There was a tight pinch, of bright spark of pain, but Toji tended to the minimal wound lovingly, running his tongue over the thin stream of blood. “Gonna have you nice n’ scented by the end of the night.” A sharp whimper slipped past your grit teeth as the points of his fangs grazed over your skin, and Toji sighed. “Gonna have you nice n’ bred, too, if you keep making those sounds.”

Bred. Bred. Bred. You turned the offensive word over in your mind, unable to grasp what it possibly could’ve meant, as Toji carefully lowered you onto the ground – never so much as toying with the idea of fucking you into anything other than the cold, raw earth. It wasn’t until his clawed hand fell to the hard, pulsing cock standing stiffly between his legs that you were able to fully process what he’d said, what he was threatening to do to you. Your thoughts went blank, your years of veterinary school and countless hours of animal-handling training and common sense all dissolving into total nonexistence in an instant. It didn’t matter that he was taller than you, stronger than you – you were already throwing your full weight against him, scratching at his chest with your blunt nails, doing everything in your so incredibly limited power just to get away from him. Your latest wave of resistance wasn’t enough to overwhelm him, but it earned a frustrated rumble at the base of his throat, a downward quirk to his cocky smile. Your nails caught one of the puncture marks on his cheek and, reflexively, he straightened his back, brought his hand to his face, left just enough space between your body and his for you to roll onto your chest and scramble desperately towards freedom. You’d barely gotten your knees underneath you when his hand lashed out, catching you by the collar and forcing your cheek into the soil. His chest pressed into your back, his legs caging yours in on either side, and worst of all, his cock throbbed against your ass – somehow, impossibly, harder than it’d been a few seconds ago. You might’ve jotted it down as an impressive display of canine resilience, if you hadn’t felt so desolated.

“Shoulda figured you wouldn’t make this easy on yourself.” His voice was rougher than it had been, but no less self-satisfied. That made sense. Wolves were endurance predators. He would’ve come into this expecting there to be a struggle. “I thought you’d be more of a mate than a bitch, but—” He paused, his mouth settling against the nape of your neck. “—either’s fine by me.”

You clenched your eyes shut. “Please, Toji, don’t do—”

But, it was already too late. He rutted your ass once, then twice, before his tip caught on the entrance to your abused pussy and he was inside of you, fully sheathed without a trace of resistance.

Toji was big, even for a hybrid. He was a hunter, tried and true, all muscle and agility and pure, unfaltering strength. Even with his generous (albeit, unwelcomed) prep, it was all you could do to convince yourself that his cock wouldn’t tear you apart. He was thick enough to press against every soft and sensitive spot inside of you, long enough to leave a tight knot of pressure sitting in the pit of your stomach, and when he started to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, the force alone was enough to scatter little black spots in the corner of your vision and leave you hazy, light-headed. The way he was fucking into you didn’t help anything, either. Keening whines slipped out of some deep, feral pocket of his chest as he took advantage of your vulnerable cunt, alternating between grinding into you with a desperate sort of clinginess and trying to bully his way that much deeper with bruising, brutal thrusts. One arm wrapped around your midriff, dragging you even close to him, while a groping hand found the delicate buttons of your top and tore, ridding you of what was left of your protection against him. He kneaded half-consciously at your chest as he fucked into you; his own pleasure suddenly his only priority.

His selfishness should’ve been a welcome change, but you were too far gone, your body too eager to find a silver lining to his rough affection. Your hands clawed mindlessly at the ground as he pumped into you, the heat of his body against yours clouding your senses and making the feeling of cock stretching you open, his dull head pounding against your cervix all the more unbearable. You doubted he’d be able to talk, even if he’d had anything left to say, but he was still vocal enough. Raspy groans and harsh grunts rung distantly in your ears, his calloused hands groping mercilessly at your chest, your stomach, your waist. Finally, his thumb found its way to your neglected clit, and with less than a full second of stimulation, you were buckling into yourself, clamping down around his cock with a fractured whimper. As humiliated as you were, Toji wasn’t far behind. With something between a moan and a howl, he was cumming inside of you – predictably making no attempt to pull out. Something hot and vile flooded into you, but it was hard to focus on that when you could feel something hard and bloated and wrong press into your entrance. Toji’s breath hitched as he forced his knot into your tight cunt, and whatever hope you had for coming out of this unscathed curled up and died inside of you.

You could feel him slacken on top of you. You almost thought he would collapse like that, leave you locked to him and trapped under his weight, but instead, he nuzzled against the crook of your neck, his fangs ghosting over your throat before sinking into the soft flesh just underneath your jugular. He stayed like that, his knot splitting open your pussy and his teeth buried in your neck, until you lost any hope of him ever pulling away.

Exhausted, you shut your eyes, sinking into yourself. You’d been right, in a way. Toji wasn’t a bad dog.

He was just a terrible terrible man.

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My Wife is Real

IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Who do you think he’s texting?” Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi.

Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there.

It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started.

Megumi didn’t even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media.

“I don’t know…” Yuji ponders. “Ugh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.” Yuji gasps at Nobara’s response, “no.”

Nobara sits up in her seat, “Gojo-sensei,” she calls out. Gojo peeks up, “oh. I didn’t know you were here.” “Maybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.”

Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. “I am not bothering anyone.” “Then who are you texting?” “My wife, duh.”

Nobara bursts out laughing, “hahaha, yeah… yeah right.” She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldn’t.

Yuji just stares at him in confusion, “you’ve never told me about his wife. I don’t believe you.”

Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his student’s words. “Huh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me!”

Gojo’s full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real. “She’s literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.”

Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, “stop making things up Gojo-sensei. It’s getting sad at this point.”

Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face. “You’ll see.”

“Yeah… we’ll see.” Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji.

Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention? Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one.

“Yeah… I think you’re making this up… sorry Gojo-sensei.” “This is just getting sad…” Nobara whispers while shaking her head.

“I can’t believe my student’s have little faith in me.”

Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door.

Nobara’s and Yuji’s eyes widen seeing a woman at the door.

“Who is that?” Yuji whispers to Nobara. She shrugs her shoulders, “has to be someone he hired.”

Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face. “Wifey!”

He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold.

You let out a strangled gasp from the impact. “Gojo,” you start, “this is the second time you forgot your lunch… and it’s only Tuesday.”

Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, “I’m sorry.” You narrow your eyes at him, “I bet you’re just using this as an excuse to see me.” “Whoops, you caught me. Well, while you’re here. Let me introduce you to my students.”

“Wait wait-” You didn’t get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom.

You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock.

“Students, this is my wife, (y/n).” Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation. You nervously smiled at the students.

“Hello.”

“Hello Gojo-san.” Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him.

“What?! Do you know her?” Nobara and Yuji ask him. “Yes…”

“Yes, they’ve known each other for quite awhile now…. Sorry guys. She’s a bit shy.” Gojo says while you continue to smile at them.

“They didn’t believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..” Megumi tells you.

You hum before turning to Gojo, “I see… I don’t blame them.”

“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?” You roll your eyes. “Ever so dramatic.” “...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?”

“Ugh, no one cares,” Nobara sighs, “come sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.”

You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks.

Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side.

“What are you doing?” He asks you. You look back at him, “well, you wanted me to meet your students. So I’m getting to know them.”

You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where he’s going to regret his actions later.

Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.

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