#satoru gojo oneshot

[hiraethwrote]

no shot - satoru gojo (& suguru geto)

✧ pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader (main), suguru geto x f!reader ✧ summary: captivated by a mystery girl at a party, satoru is adamant in pursuing you. turns out is not as easy as it seems, and it doesnt help that his friend is also interested, and might have the upper hand. ✧ cw: some cursing, alcohol consumption, intoxication, sexual tension, teasing, lowkey dual pov, just fun ngl ✧ word count: 4.5k

“Who’s that?” Satoru asked, nudging his friend with his elbow, bringing his attention to the girl who was dancing on a table across the room.

“Hm? Oh, her. Shoko invited her,” Suguru answered, as Satoru couldn’t keep is eyes off this mystery girl.

“How come Shoko never told us she had friends like that?” He was in awe by this girl, as she was clearly the life of the party. Satoru took a quick glance at Suguru to see that he too was somewhat entranced by the girl, but tried his best not to make it too obvious.

“Think it’s just you. I’ve met her briefly before.” With that, Suguru captured Satoru’s full attention, a small, victorious smirk plastered on his face at the frustration he knew he was causing his friend.

“Unfair,” he whined. “How come Shoko introduced you?”

“Probably because I wouldn’t embarrass her,” Suguru snickered, which he quickly regretted. Just as he was about to take a swig from his drink, Satoru bumped into his elbow, causing him to spill down his shirt. “Asshole.”

“Ops,” Satoru said sweetly, Suguru staring daggers at him, desperately trying to wipe his shirt. As his chuckle trailed off, he turned his attention back to the girl.

She was still on top of the table, moving her body to the rhythm, a drink in her hand. There was something so captivating about her, and he wasn’t alone to think so. Around the table, she had an audience of admirers. Satoru found himself intrigued by how she was entirely in control, giving them just enough attention to keep them focused on her.

The next second, some random guy climbed up on the table and joined her, placing his hands on her hips. Turning around to face him, there was a mischievous grin on her lips. Slowly, she traced her fingers up his chest before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulled him down closer to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she said, it seemed to shatter his ego as his eager smile evaporated before he shamefully climbed down from the table.

“You know her name?” Satoru asked, leaning back against the wall.

“I might.”

“You’re not going to tell me?” A smile of disbelief on Satoru’s face.

“Why would I?” He could hear the smirk in Suguru’s voice. “You spilled my drink. Besides, you’re competition.”

Satoru instantly let out a taunting scoff. “That’s almost cute. We both know I’m the one going home with her.” It bothered him that Suguru seemed completely unfazed by his comment, the smirk still lingering on his lips as he took another swig of his drink.

“I feel tension,” Shoko cooed as she came stumbling over from the kitchen. “Are you guys bickering again?”

“It’s actually serious business,” Satoru said as he took a deep breath, straightening his posture. “Suguru actually thinks he stands a chance against me.” Shoko turns to look at Suguru in hopes of getting some context, only to see him pinching the bridge of his nose.

“And this is about?”

“A girl,” Suguru answered simply. Shoko’s eyebrows raised in surprise, looking between the two boys.

“I don’t see why it would matter. You two never go for the same girl.”

“That’s until your friend came into the picture,” Satoru continued to explain, turning his head towards the girl. She had now climbed down from the table, and he saw her down a shot before slamming the glass down on the table in front of her.

“My friend-“ Shoko trailed off in confusion and she followed his gaze to see who he was looking at. A loud cackle escaped her once she saw the girl they were all staring at. “Ain’t happening.”

“What did I say!” Satoru cheered, teasing Suguru who just rolled his eyes, pretending it wasn’t getting to him.

“No, no-“ she laughed. “I mean, neither of you stand a chance.” They both narrowed their eyebrows at her.

“That’s ridiculous, look at me.” A huge grin flashed over Satoru’s face, showing of his charm. Over Shoko’s shoulder, he saw Suguru keeping a close eye on the mystery girl, still trying to make it look casual.

“I’m surprised you’re into her, Suguru,” she said excitedly, turning towards the raven haired boy. A small, cheeky smile grew on his lips.

“Don’t encourage him!” Satoru interrupted. He looked like a child, nearly stomping his feet with frustration, most likely caused by the alcohol in his system.

She shakes her head, the excitement quickly disappearing as she brings her focus back to the conversation. “Besides the point. Just believe me when I say, neither of you are going to get with her.”

“Can you at least tell me her name?”

“Don’t tell him. It’s fun to watch him squirm,” Suguru interjected.

“You’re on your own, Satoru,” she said with a devilish grin. She hooked her arm with Suguru’s and pulled him after her towards the balcony, probably for a cigarette, leaving Satoru standing alone.

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It hadn’t taken Shoko a lot of convincing to get you to join her for the evening. You never shied away from a party, as it had a tendency to do wonders for your confidence. When drunk, you felt like you lost some of your inhabitants, just to the point where you were able to offer more of yourself than usual.

Not to mention, it wasn’t just the alcohol that got you drunk, but also the atmosphere. Tons of people just enjoying the music, talking to each other and letting the alcohol flow. As long as you didn’t take it too far, you had no reason to complain.

Now you found yourself on top of a table, dancing and singing along to the music blasting through the house. Around the table were some desperate fellas, trying to get your attention. Every once in a while you shot them a look and a smile, which kept them around to feed your ego a little longer.

It was just cheap enjoyment, as being perceived as attractive by sleazy men who’d sleep with anything that let them, wasn’t something to brag about. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t like having their eyes on you.

Your enjoyment was somewhat haltered when you felt a pair of hands land on your hips, turning you around. The man who met you was relatively handsome, you’d admit. His dark hair complimenting his sharp features. But as his eyes traveled your body, you saw a look in them that you didn’t appreciate.

Meeting his gaze again, you teased him with a smile and a quick glance at his lips. You trailed your fingers up his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly, before grabbing his black t-shirt to pull him down. His ear was right by your lips, as you whispered “brave of you to come up here and join me, as if you have a chance.” When you pulled away, the lust in his look had evaporated and had been replaced by an expression of shear embarrassment.

He climbed down from the table, shrinking as he walked away with his pride wounded. And yet again, your confidence was boosted. Something about rejecting desperate guys, who might have stood a chance if they were just acting decent, filled you with some sorts of joy.

Pulling your attention back to the party, one of your other girl friends grabbed your hand and pulled you down from the table before shoving a full shot glass into your hand. She didn’t have to ask you twice, downing the shot in one go and slamming it down on the table, a loud cheer escaping the two of you as you did so.

Eagerly, you grabbed her hand and pulled her into the crowd to dance, planing to just spend the rest of the evening with your friends. However, that plan was quickly ruined when you crashed right into what seemed to be a firm chest and a pair of strong hands grabbed your arms to steady you. A small lump began to grow inside you when you saw you’re friend give a big-eyed stare at whoever was standing behind you, swallowing the lump she had in her own throat.

“I’ll leave you two,” she said with a drunk giggle and she was gone before you had the opportunity to keep her from leaving. With a sigh, you turned around, preparing yourself to meet whatever creep was trying to get with you next.

But when you turned around, you were met by a tall figure. Your eyes traveled up his body until you met his face. Whoever he was, he was devastatingly beautiful, wearing a flattering smile, his snow white hair styled simply to hang just slightly over his eyes. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed him in the crowd during the evening. With his tall stature, he did kind of stick out in the crowd.

“Careful there,” he spoke, his voice playful with the facial expression to match it.

“Sorry,” you said loudly so he could hear you. “Didn’t see you.”

Smoothly he leaned forward towards your ear. “What’s your name?” He began to pull away so he could look at you, but you quickly grabbed his shoulder to keep him on your level so you wouldn’t have to talk so loudly. But in the corner of your eye, you saw a cheeky smirk creep on his face when your hand touched him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would actually,” he said before pulling away for real this time, his eyes staring directly into yours. It was so evident what his intentions were. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I’m perfectly capable of getting my own drink, thank you.” You’re smile was sweet as sugar, but it seemed he saw right through your act, licking his teeth at your response.

“I don’t doubt that.” Your eyes lingered on his face as he took a quick glance around the room. You were truly mesmerised by his beauty, but it seemed like his ego didn’t need your confirmation so you weren’t going to let him know. It seemed the universe was working against you, as someone bumped straight into you causing you to be pressed up against the stranger once again. You were suddenly thankful the lights were dimmed, so he wouldn’t be able to see how your cheeks were tinted light pink.

He suddenly grabbed your hand and started escorting you through the crowd, making the path easy for you. Eventually, you felt a sense of relief the moment you were reintroduced to some fresh air, making you realise how stuffed it was inside.

“Now, isn’t this better? Now we can actually talk.” He towered over you, skillfully playing into the impression he wanted to give of.

“Seeing you took me hostage out here,” you sighed as you jumped up on the porch banister.

“You’re feisty, aren’t you?” The smirk never left his face. You felt one make its way to the corner of your mouth as well, but it was one out of self satisfactory.

“You’d be surprised it really sieves out the worst of them.” It was true. From your experience, if you played too hard to get, to the point where the reward would never be worth the work, it seemed to keep the biggest sleazes away at least.

“I’m Gojo. Satoru Gojo.” He surprised you when he actually extended his hand for you to shake. You politely shook it, as the realisation of who he was dawned on you.

“Oh, you’re Shoko and Suguru’s friend.” He couldn’t help but get annoyed at your comment, as he imagined Suguru’s satisfied smile if he’d heard what you said.

He wasn’t going to let that get to him. “So you’ve heard of me,” confidence oozing from his voice.

“Your name might have come up at one point,” you shrugged simply. That was a lie. He’d been brought up in conversation on multiple occasions, but you were under no circumstances going to let him know that.

“Funny you say that, because Shoko has never mentioned you.” You couldn’t help roll your eyes at his lame attempt at teasing you.

“I think that might be more because of you rather than me.”

It surprised you to see how fragile his ego really was. Sure, he was beyond confident and he rarely let it waver. Nonetheless, his cocky front took a hit at every comment you threw at him, and he worked hard to keep up his appearance. It gave you a reason to believe that his ego was more an act than anything else. It was clear he was an extroverted individual who enjoyed the attention he received, but there was something deeper lurking just beneath the surface. And as much as you hated to admit it, that secret depth he was hiding made you want to crack through that exterior.

“You still haven’t told me your name,” he said, glossing over your comment. He took one step closer to you, your eyes never breaking contact as he did.

“Y/n,” you spoke softly, letting your eyes flicker to his lips. He repeated your name back to you, smooth as silk, creating a reaction within you that you had no control over. It sounded so beautiful when he said it so passionately, like he already knew you. “Is this how you get the girls? All natural charm, pretending like you’re genuinely interested?”

He scoffed at you, the smirk still present. “Who says I’m pretending?” He continued to inch closer to you.

“What?” A somewhat patronising chuckle escaped you. “You telling me a guy like you puts in real efforts with strangers at parties?”

“A guy like me? Meaning what?”

“Cocky.” Your statement was only confirmed by his chuckle. It absolutely frustrated you that you actively had to fight against his charm that came so easy to him.

Whenever you attended parties, you never planned to go home with anyone. Quite the opposite, if you were honest. After a few one night stands here and there, you’d quickly become aware it wasn’t for you. The only part of that process you found entertaining was some sort of confirmation that you were desirable. The guys who usually tried to get with you had the same amount of charisma as a rock, so turning them away was a piece of cake.

But Gojo wasn’t like your run-of-the-mill guy hitting on you at a party. Where most guys gave up, he stood proud. His natural charm was slowly but surely chipping away at your cold front, and you hated it. You craved the control, but it seemed he might have the stronger hand.

“Well, I’d like to say I have something to cocky about.”

“Narcissism isn’t attractive.”

“So you say, but you’re still sitting here.” He got you there. In no way was he forcing himself on you or demanding anything from you. It was unspoken that you were allowed to leave at any point if you wanted to, but you couldn’t get yourself to jump down from the railing and leave him standing.

“Maybe I just enjoy the attention,” you simply shrugged.

“That I know.” You squinted your eyes at him, signalling for him to continue his statement. “When you were dancing, you loved having them look at you. You fed on it.”

All you did was smile, biting you bottom lip. You never flirted like this, and if your friends had seen you now, they would never let you hear the end of it. How you usually took pride in being unobtainable, but now you were suddenly folding for some random guy at a party. Not to mention, one of Shoko’s closest friends.

You’d been so hypnotised by him that you hadn’t noticed he had approached you to the point where he had gracefully positioned himself between your legs, his hands resting on each side of you. Your heart was pounding against your chest and he continued to lean in closer. Having him so close to you definitely made your mind run wild with ideas. The party-girl in you was so tempted to hook your arm around his neck to pull him closer and connect your lips, let him have his way with you. But you didn’t want him to win so easily.

Just as he was about to kiss you, you turned your head to the side and he winced in disappointment. You chuckled drunkenly as he straightened his posture, but remaining between your legs and now resting his hands on your thighs.

“You’re a tease.” He tried to act offended, but you had a sneaking suspicion he enjoyed the chase as much as you did.

“I’m the tease? Do I have to remind you who is pursuing who here?” You felt his hands give you a soft squeeze, forcing you to focus on keeping your breath steady. His touch was so tender, like he ached for it, but careful not to hurt you.

“Still, you’re the one who begs for attention.” He tried to lean in closer again, ever the arrogant smile on his lips. Carefully, with just the lightest touch, you place your fingertips on his soft lips to stop him again.

“I never beg for it,” you said rather matter-of-factly. “It’s not my fault people give it so willingly.”

If it was even possible, he wanted you more now than he did earlier. At first, it was just your aura that had attracted him. Radiating assertiveness, something he’d always found intriguing. It wasn’t a secret he was spoiled in several arenas of his life, used to people just handing him stuff. So the second someone who didn’t fall at his feet came along, he knew he had to know more.

Then he’d gotten the opportunity to take a look at you up close, and that won him over completely. You were nothing less of stunning, he thought. Your eyes sparkled with a sense of adventure, and your smile was warm and kind. Not to mention the way you carried yourself, so sure of who you were.

“Have you ever been told you’re quite persistent?”

“Nah, not really. I never have to be.” You let out a snort that quickly turned into a small chuckle, your fingers now resting carefully on his chest. If you focused your attention to the touch, you swore you could feel his heart beating incredibly fast.

“You’re truly a character.” It might have sounded like an insult, but it wasn’t meant as one. Luckily, it didn’t seem he took offence.

His shoulders rose quickly in a small shrug. “I’m just used to getting what I want.”

“If what you want is a quick fuck, I’m a hundred percent sure there’s tons of girls inside willing to give it to you without all the hassle.” He just slowly shook his head ‘no’ as you spoke, his hand finding its way to your neck. Carefully, he placed his thumb under your jawline and slowly tilted your head backwards for better access.

Fucking hell, the things he was doing to you. Once again he was leaning in closer, ever so smug. But this time, you were doing nothing to stop him. Finally you were surrendering yourself to him, preparing to lose the battle that had gone unsaid.

You’d closed your eyes, your knees slightly clenching at his hips with anticipation. So ready for his lips to finally collide against yours, but you were startled when Gojo jerked away.

Opening your eyes, Gojo was no wearing an irritated face as a strong hand was placed on his shoulder.

“Is this man bothering you, miss?” A groan could be heard from Gojo at the presence of his best friend. Well— now former best friend.

Reluctantly Gojo took a respectable step back, but still staying close to you. Once he was no longer so dangerously close to you, you felt some tension leave your body with a deep breath you were unaware you had been holding.

“Suguru,” you beamed, jumping down from the railing and quickly embracing him in a genuine hug, before nonchalantly positioning yourself beside Gojo again. “It’s great to see you again.”

Your excitement didn’t go unchecked by Gojo, who was scowling at Suguru. The two boys shared a knowing look, and Satoru had a strong desire to wipe off that contempt smile Suguru was wearing. Both you and Suguru knew each other a lot better than you’d previously let on, which bothered him more than it should have. He had no idea to what degree you knew each other, if it was simply a friendly coffee or if you’d slept together. Either way, Suguru was having the time of his life torturing his friend.

“Same to you. You look as beautiful as always.”

“You don’t look too shabby yourself.”

“You two seem to be getting along nicely.” You turned your head to look at Gojo, who had turned a lot more tense than he was mere moments ago.

Your competitive side was more than pleased by Suguru’s arrival, saving you from the agonising future of waking up besides Gojo the next morning and admitting defeat. But it would be a complete and utter fabrication to say you weren’t disappointed.

“Pfft, ‘getting along’ might be taking it too far.” You had managed to regain some of the feisty personality, as Gojo had put it. You didn’t have to look at him to know he had turned his attention to you again, his stare drilling into you.

“You’re quite the liar,” Gojo chuckled, tossing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer. His movements were a lot more sharp and drastic, unlike before Suguru joined you. It dawned upon you, as you saw them look at each other, saying a whole lot without speaking a word.

You’re evening had somehow circled back to where it started, by having your confidence boosted. They were fighting over you, the looks between them saying everything. Maybe you should just be thankful Suguru joined after all. You had to press your lips together in a thin line to choke back the laughter bubbling up.

You rolled your eyes at Gojo’s comment, but in reality you were finding the whole interaction quite enjoyable. “Maybe just enough to bring him along to coffee next time,” you said, knowingly fuelling the fire. Gojo’s body tensed up even more against you. Suguru shifted his focus from his friend to you, making eye contact.

The intensity of his look told you he hadn’t come over just to piss off his friend, but also because he himself genuinely wanted to pursue you as well. You had to break the eye contact as your cheeks began to heat, taking a deep breath through your nose. Unlike Gojo, Suguru was calm and laidback. It made him attractive in a completely different way than Gojo, the kind of attractive that snuck up on you.

Gojo’s confidence was built on a fundament of knowing what people thought of him, aware that people found him attractive. Whereas Suguru’s was rooted in the fact that he didn’t care what people thought of him. And if he had been into you the period you’d known each other and respectfully not made a move, just made him more appealing to you.

“Coffee, huh?” The look Gojo gave his friend only seemed to amuse him more. “Briefly, my ass,” he whispered under his breath. only you being able to hear it.

How had you ended up here? You’d had a perfect plan of your evening. Dance, drink, flirt innocently, and generally have a good time. Then these two guys had come along and turned the evening upside down. They’d proven themselves to not be like the guys that usually pursued you, which had you losing you’re wit. You’d never imagined that happening at a house party like this.

“Just a suggestion,” you shrugged. As you did, Gojo’s arm left your shoulders and traveled down to the small of your back, leaving a trail of fire as he did. Suguru let his stoic attitude slip for a split second, his eyes flickering to Gojo’s arm as he moved it.

"We were kind of in the middle of something here." Finally Satoru had been pushed to the point where he wanted to shoo Suguru away, hoping his sudden appearance hadn't spoiled his chances entirely. He still felt as there was a chance, as he felt your body react to his genle touch against his back.

"Sorry about that. I just felt it would have been rude of me not to at least say hi to her while she was here." He's good, Satoru thought to himself. Suguru had such a comfortable charm and he was milking it to his advantage. He seemed so genuinely apologetic for interrupting. Satoru didn't buy it for a second.

"I'm so glad you did!" You jumped in, trying to distract yourself from Gojo's hand that was slowly rubbing circles on your back.

"What the hell is going on here?" A shrieking voice interrupted you, making all three of you flinch before finding the source of the voice. Shoko came stomping over towards you, making Gojo quickly retreat his hand. "You guys are unbelievable!"

"Shoko! Where have you been?" The tone in Gojo's voice was entirely different, and was now playful and childish. One couldn't imagine the scene that had taken place just minutes earlier listening to him now.

"Drop the act, Satoru!" Her anger did seem real, so you were just glad it wasn't directed at you. "Give her some room to breathe!" Forcefully she grabbed your arm and pulled you to stand beside her.

"Shoko-" Suguru tried to intervene.

"Shush, you're supposed to be the behaved one!" You were the only one having a good time, finding Shoko's protectiveness cute. The two guys, on the other hand, had both lost their confidence. She turns to look at you. "The girls were gathering for pictures when we couldn't do it without you."

You smiled sweetly at her before turning to the guys again. "Nice meeting you, Gojo." Your eyes gave him a flirtatious look, teasing him that he might have gotten lucky if you hadn't been interrupted. You turned to Suguru and gave him the same look. "And I'll see you around." You turned away from them, before you and Shoko entered the house again.

"Do not tell me that Satoru actually managed to make you fold?" She said through gritted teeth.

"No..." you said carefully, her head turning to fully look at you. "He might have been able to if Suguru hadn't interrupted."

"You're dissapointing me, y/n," she sighed dramatically. "So much for being unobtainable."

"I didn't do anything! My reputation is still intact!" You were desperately trying to defend yourself. "Don't tell any of the girls please!" She squinted at you, a smirk growing on her lips.

"Do a shot with me, and your secret's safe!"

"Deal!"

Back on the porch, Satoru and Suguru had been left in the dust, neither able to get lucky. "I swear to god, Suguru-" Satoru sighed.

Suguru simply shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. He tried to fight back a satisfied smile. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought it wouldn't be a problem I came over. You seemed so sure she was going home with you." Satoru instantly flicked Suguru's forehead in petty frustration.

"Idiot."

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a/n: okay, i really struggled to find a way to end this, and it shows lol. I hate the ending, but for the most part i like it. but i wanted to try something different. even before this account, when ive written in my sparetime, its usually angst so wanted to challenge myself by something different. hope you like it <3 likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated

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[junosmindpalace]

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

[churipu]

96 + 98 , gojo satoru

featuring. gojo satoru x reader

warnings. cursing, school! au, uses of the word 'pretty' to describe the readers' appearance // 2.9k words

note. i absolutely love the academic rivals to lovers trope, so here's a try on this trope. and i'm so glad requests are coming in :') i'll be getting to them after this one shot <;33

synopsis. gojo and you have never gotten along, maybe it's the fact he's the epitome of perfection. he has a pretty face and a pretty brain, who wouldn't like that? so you made it your job to try and beat him at that brain game of his, which never ends well. until you find yourself 2 points higher than him, with his help. oh, boy.

gojo satoru was everywhere. and by everywhere — i mean everywhere.

it was no longer surprising that everyone in school knows him, whether by his name or personally knowing him. it's a surprise if someone doesn't know him, really.

he has a pretty face, and a pretty brain. who wouldn't like that? he's got girls and guys fawning and bowing down to him like their life depended on it, but really, is that all to him? a pretty face and brain?

unfortunately, not.

just to top it off, like a cherry on top. his friendly and light demeanor has earned a lot of respect from people all around, even ones who were outside of school — and that shit, pisses you off. he's the epitome of perfection that it pisses you off, how does one look like they have no flaws?

you used to think that you were it. people call you smart and how they envy your intelligence. but ever since gojo satoru beats you at the one thing you solely thing you excel in (you think): your brain. you had a personal feud with him; which you were currently losing in, by the way.

pretty was never an adjective that sits well with you. you never thought you were a pretty person. back during middle school, you tried hard, constantly trying to make yourself pretty for the sake of others to like you. but at the end of the day, it's you sitting down in front of the mirror doubting yourself whether this was really you or a person you made for other people to look at.

so you settled down for the one thing you were good at: studying.

"fuck you, gojo." you muttered out, clutching your test paper with a big fat and raging red '92' on it along with a 'nice job!' under it, and the fact that it has a smiley face beside it gave you the ick. you just wanted to pour gasoline on it and set the paper on fire.

"just because i beat you in a calculus test? c'mon y/n, instead of that — why don't we just study together?" he swayed, holding out his paper that had a big '100' on it.

ever since you made it your job to try beating him with your grades, you've never find the pleasure in studying anymore. it felt like a chore, it felt like a chore to beat gojo satoru; and when it doesn't happen, you just kind of drown in failure.

and it fucking sucks.

constantly forcing yourself to study just for the sake of beating him even by a point or two, it didn't feel nice. but the thought of him winning yet again made you a little scared.

a 92 for a calculus test would be a dream come true to other people. it would be yours too if gojo satoru hadn't appear in your life, but reality check, he's here and he's just so good at it that it angers you.

people often called you "ungrateful" or a "try hard", honestly, at this point — you can't really help but to think the same. anyone would want to get a 90 in a calculus test, or any other test. but to you, it felt like defeat.

you won't be satisfied until you beat him.

beat gojo satoru.

"study togeth— are you fucking serious?" you spat out at him angrily, crossing your arms.

gojo leans on the stair railing and hums softly, "yes. one hundred percent serious, wanna do it?" he shot you the sweetest smile.

a smile that would send any other person to the moon and back, but the sight honestly just pisses you off. the anger you felt from him beating you in the most recent calculus test was already too much to bear, and like adding salt to the wound, he hits you with a "why don't we just study together?"

"go to hell." you muttered, walking away.

"hey!" the male calls out to you, as much as you didn't want to stop — you did, glancing back at him, brows furrowed, "we have a statistics test next week, maybe it's your time to shine."

his voice was teasing, and he said that with a big toothy grin. god, you just wanted to run over there and bash his face in, plastering a scowl on your face, you shoved out your tongue and walked away. gojo laughs loudly as you walked away.

the dreaded statistics test came, and for some reason — you were more nervous than usual. maybe it was the fact gojo was taunting you about it the other day? or was it the fact he was sitting right next to you, occasionally stealing glances at you with those striking deep-set blue eyes of his.

you'd be lying if you said the male wasn't attractive. but even the thought of yourself thinking about such makes you angry. honestly, everything about him makes you angry.

you look to the side and the male was leaning his head down, his cheek on his left arm as he scribbled on his answer sheet. noticing your gaze on him, he gives you a big smile, the crinkles at the corner of his eyes deepening.

upon that, your face contorted into one of disgust and your eyes averted back towards your answer sheet, which somehow looks...empty. it wasn't that you didn't know the answers to it, there was doubt in you, would you be able to finally beat him? what if you lost again?

but as time was ticking, you pushed those thoughts away and wrote down your answers. confidently. as your teacher commanded for everyone to collect their answer sheets, it was no surprise that the male sitting beside you was the first one to stand. trotting over to the teacher's table and collecting his work, he strides back towards his seat, shooting you a (mocking) wink.

a few minutes later, you stood up to collect your own answer sheet. students often wanted time to go in a rush during average lessons, but tests? they hoped time had slow down even just by a few seconds. it was dreadful, groans and aggravated sighs were heaved out as the bell rang, signifying the end of the test.

"so, how did you do?" gojo questions, standing undoubtedly close to you. too close to your liking, but you brushed that part off.

"why does it matter to you?" you uttered back, annoyed.

"woah, shit. somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," you sighed out exasperatedly, standing up to make your way to the school's cafeteria. one of the most atrocious place you could ever walk into — if you hadn't woke up half an hour later this morning, maybe you wouldn't on your way there right now.

but it is what it is.

"why're you following me?"

gojo groans out, "dream on. i'm going to the cafeteria to eat and hang out with my friends, not to follow you," he mumbles out, his hands shoved deep inside his pocket, "why're you always so angry with me? who hurt you?"

"you."

gojo was silent, he looks at you with a surprised look, "wait, really? remind me of what i did again because i don't have any records of picking fights with you...?" confusion.

you casted a disdainful look towards the male, prompting to stay silent to his nonchalant question-answer. gojo didn't pry on, the confusion still written all over his face, but he walked by your side slowly, matching your steps.

"i'm sure you're gonna beat me in statistics." he suddenly prompted, grinning brightly, "i didn't have time to study."

you groan out in annoyance, typical template of words people use when they know damn well they're going to ace the test. his words were answered with complete silence from you as you slipped inside the cafeteria, walking towards a section to buy yourself a meal.

and gojo, like he said — didn't follow you and parted ways right after you both enter the rowdy place.

"so, what's your score?" gojo whistles, leaning back on his chair as he holds onto a paper, looking at it intently.

you clutched onto the statistics test you did last week, blinking hesitantly, "ninety-eight." your reply was short, but at least it answered him.

a few seconds passed by and doubt started surging in you, maybe he had landed yet another perfect mark? maybe he's one point higher? maybe he's thinking of words to make fun of you with. so many thoughts at this point that you felt your head hurt.

"congratulations."

"yeah, yeah i— congratulations?" you turn towards the male, who was holding out his paper with the number '96' on it.

it took you a few seconds to digest the whole scenario. you actually beating him by two points? it might not seem a lot to other people, but to you? two points felt like you'd just won a competition first place with a gold medal.

the corner of your lips twitched upwards, "i did it."

gojo shrugs his shoulders sheepishly, he didn't seem too affected by your score, "guess you did. congrats."

the whole thing felt a little too good to be true, you tried doing anything to wake up from this dream. pinching yourself, smacking yourself, but nothing happened — this is real life.

and you finally beat gojo satoru in a brain game.

"oh my god, okay — i am freaking out a bit." you tell him, a small smile plastered on your face. in that moment, you wanted to just scream, shout, and let all your euphoria out.

"hold your horses, we still have economics next week." he chuckles, shaking his head.

but you were too ecstatic to hinder his words, standing up, you ran out of the class with sporadic steps. you jumped down a few steps of stairs and approached a vending machine giddily, inserting a bill and pressing on a big can of pop.

opening it with a slight 'pop!' you chugged down on the contents happily, walking all around the school property with a big smile that brought people into a state of wonder. asking themselves to why you could be this happy.

finding yourself on the rooftop, you inhaled sharply. letting the summer breeze caress your face lightly, you sat down around the corner of the staircase, scrolling through your phone happily. even to commemorate the day — you'd mark it in your phone's calendar, naming the day "the day i finally beat gojo satoru's brain power!"

hugging the device, elated. you look up towards the blue sky, was this it? was everything you sacrificed just for today? could you finally study without the burden of beating him in the future?

you hear the door to the rooftop open with a loud slam, flinching a bit. startled at how loud it was, and to your dismay, it was the deep, agonizing laugh of gojo satoru that made you freeze on your spot.

"y/n got higher in statistics? woah." you recognized that voice as geto suguru, one of gojo's closest friend besides shoko ieiri, "what did you do?"

at the mention of your name and last week's statistic test, your ears perked up a bit. gojo's deep chuckles resounds and he cleared his throat, "i could've beat them if i wanted to."

you bit the inner of your cheek silently, "could've? why didn't you?"

"i felt bad for them."

that was it. those three words were all it took to dissipate the ecstasy you felt for a short while. turns out it was all a fluke? you blinked in confusion, does that mean you beating him was all a planned thing he made?

"what do y'mean feel bad?"

"i don't know suguru, they look like they're trying so hard," gojo mumbles out lightly. even if there were no signs of mockery in his voice, still, you felt as if this was an unfair win for you (not that there was a win-lose from the beginning, you just made it up along the way).

the disappointment seeped in, and you felt a sense of languor washing over you. he was just letting you win, standing up slowly, you brushed your outfit — making your presence known to the two friends.

"you're a fucking prick, you know that?"

gojo looks back at you, his eyes widening the slightest bit, obviously not expecting you to be here, "how long have you been listening to us?" he asks you softly, exhaling slowly as if he had been holding a deep breath.

"it doesn't matter how long i've been listening to you, fuck you."

gojo's face fell as you began leaving the rooftop, he contemplated on chasing after you, but stopped himself from doing so. assuming you wouldn't be in the right mind to be talking to him right now.

or ever.

which was proven by the constant game of cat-and-mouse, he and you were doing.

"y/n, can we talk—" you brushed past him like he didn't matter, and gojo swore he felt his heart break a little when you walk by him, not even sparing a glance. but he didn't chase after you.

for the next couple of weeks, the male has been nothing but desperate. trying to reach out to you both online and offline, but much to his dismay, none of them had the feedback he needed to hear. and it fucking broke him.

"y/n, can we please talk about this?" he asks you as you took a seat on your assigned seat like the usual, but you didn't give him the attention, "please don't ignore me, talk to me."

he sounded so desperate. at this point, it was like the male was at school for you and you only. he just needed to talk to you about everything, get things straight, and live life like the usual. fighting about grades, teasing you about it, even if you return it with simple insults or the language of sarcasm.

he just needed that y/n back.

as you stood up, this time gojo chases after you, grabbing your wrist as you slipped away from the door, "talk to me, please," he mutters out lowly, his grasp so gentle.

you furrowed your brows and pulled your wrist away before turning away, walking further from where he stood.

"why won't you talk to me?" he asks you out, his voice echoing throughout the hallway of the third floor, "why won't you let me explain what i really meant by what i said that day? why won't you give me a chance to talk about it? why won't you talk to me?"

it irked you. he succeeded in stopping your walk, making you glance back at him in annoyance, "i didn't mean it in a way i didn't trust that you could beat me in the test," he said, standing in the same spot, the creases in between his brows deepening and a big frown latched on his lips.

"i see you everyday, ruining yourself to try and beat me. i can't fucking stand it y/n— you're killing yourself slowly. and i don't like that," he tells you, "i didn't even know why this was a competition in the first place, you're a smart person, why do you have to validate that by trying to beat my grades?"

you clenched your fists in annoyance. annoyed that he was somehow right on point. yet again, he was right.

gojo looks at you, waiting for an answer. his eyes profusely blinking as if he was holding back tears, which wasn't the point. you spared him an odd look, trying to walk away yet again. but the male was ready to hold you in your place, gripping your arm.

"why are you doing this to yourself?" he asks you.

"doing what?" you finally answered him.

"this. everything."

i look him dead in the eyes, "because i fucking hate the fact that you're beating me in the only one thing i'm good at. i don't fucking know gojo, the fact that i'm actually not that good at the one thing i assumed i'm good at is pissing me off — you're pissing me off!"

"y/n, what the fuck are you talking about?"

you pulled your arm away, "look at you. you're attractive and you're smart — i don't think i'm attractive, so i just try to be smart, but i'm apparently not doing a fucking good job at it too."

gojo heaves out a sigh, "so you think i'm attractive and smart?"

you look at him in disbelief, "how is that important right now?"

"it is important. the person i like thinks i'm attractive and smart," he tells you.

"okay, so what if i find you attractive and smart— did you just say you like me, gojo? what the fuck?" you asked him, very surprised and he sent you a charming smile.

"how is that important right now?" he questions back, grabbing your hand, giving it a light squeeze, "what matters is that you're not going to ignore me again, because frankly speaking, i fucking hate it when you're ignoring the fuck out of me y/n. i don't care if you insult or talk shit about me, just don't ignore me."

i look at him, mouth slightly agape, "can we talk about the 'the person i like' part, please?" you posed a question, still in disbelief.

"no. that's not important."

"yes it is important, gojo."

"so when it comes to my feelings to you, it's suddenly important? can we talk about your feelings to me after then?" you shook your head and walked away after that sole question, "that's a bit unfair don't you think? and why the hell are you walking away? come back!"

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

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[chosos-mascara]

payback

𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after learning your boyfriend has been cheating on you, satoru devises a plan of payback.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - make out, love-bites, PiV, creampie, manipulative!Gojo, kinda yandere Gojo, kinda angsty to begin with, cheating!suguru, college au

minors + ageless dni 2k words

"He's not, he can't be-" Stuttered words fell from confused lips as you took a step backward, peering up to the blue eyes through tinted lenses. His mouth had been downturned, and the awkward body language had confirmed that the statement he'd spoken had been honest. But, you couldn't accept them.  "He is." Satoru's confirmation caused your stomach to churn, head shaking in disbelief. The pair of them were playful, often pranking one another - this had to be a remnant of that. A prank.

Though, you'd entertained the idea nonetheless, following the white head of hair through the crowd of civilians and stopping by a nearby tree, eyes lingering over the outstretched finger before following the line of direction. Sure enough, it had been Suguru, sat in a cafe garden opposite another woman, smiling wide. There had been a painful twang within your chest as you witnessed the interaction, desperately attempting to extinguish the flame of jealousy and hurt within your chest, and to reason with yourself. He wouldn't do that to you - this was probably a friend. 

But, as he'd leaned forward to place a kiss upon her glossy lips, there had been no explanation for his actions voiced within your head. Instead, mouth ajar, you watched through teary eyes. Satoru hadn't lied; Suguru had in fact been cheating on you.  "Why-" You began, blinking eyes to allow tears to fall, instead of allowing sobs rake through you. "Why did you tell me?" Tearing your gaze from the couple, you instead landed upon Satoru once more, a look of genuine empathy etched over his features. It was an expression you hadn't seen until recently, catching glimpses of the countenance through the corner of your eye - always aimed toward you. Now, you understood why. 

"It's wrong." The phrase, uttered quietly, had been enough explanation. Although they were best friends, Satoru always seemed to do the morally correct thing, abiding by his own compass. Suguru's thoughts had mattered, though he hadn't let them alter his own.  "Do you want me to take you home?" Satoru questioned, and after some consideration, you agreed. The pair of you walked to the student accommodation nearby, the male stopping outside your door and waving good-bye, with the exchange of his number if you were to need anything. 

it's over.  A short, sweet text, one that would end ties between you and the brunette who'd broken you after a short year together. There hadn't needed to be further discourse, because he'd understood from the short message displayed over chat where he'd gone wrong. 

When back in lectures, you'd avoided the pair. Not that you'd allow your head to hang low, instead sticking with friends and wearing a smile - you were confident no one would read further into the hurt you'd felt. Though, one friend, who'd frequented outings between yourself and your ex, present at the time of heartbreak, hadn't missed the way your smile would straighten out once Suguru had passed you around campus, lips turning downward and posture slackening. He'd listen to his friend speak of other women, yet watched as his eyes would wander to you, seeking your frame within every room they'd enter, or hall they'd pass through. Suguru was too proud to admit his faults, and that perhaps, he'd regretted his decision to cheat. 

"I'm just saying," Satoru stirred the pot, two glasses of white wine sitting idly by the stove. "Red is for winter, white is for summer." You leaned against the counter, gaze fixed to his pale fingers wrapped around the wooden spoon, bolognese bubbling beneath. Through the skin, veins traversed and branched upward, arm flexing with each wrist movement.  "I didn't know there was a time limit on when I could drink wine." You commented, finally putting one of the glasses to your lips and sipping the liquid. Satoru turned the heat down, moving to the spaghetti pot. He picked it up, moving toward the sink and draining the contents, before dishing out the pasta on two plates. 

"I still can't believe this is your home." Looking past the male to the small, yet sleek kitchen he worked within, admiring the room while he picked the plates up, placing them on the breakfast bar. You smiled, taking a seat opposite him, the glass you'd held now being placed onto the granite.  "My parents paid for it, didn't want me living in dorms." He commented, sipping his drink before his eyes wondered to meet your own. "Sometimes, I wish they'd just let me live like everyone else, though." 

You nodded, fork pushing into the plate of food and twirling the spaghetti around the metal.  "Dorms suck, plus you only have two months left." Trying to eat the long, sauce coated noodles in a way that doesn't create mess being difficult. Though, Satoru's actions are much like your own, tomato coating his chin as he sucked the pasta through his lips.  "Then I'll be a business associate with no time to myself." He sighed, picking up the glass to take a sip between bites of food. "But, I didn't ask you here to talk about that." Wiping his face with the back of his hand, he sat himself straighter, the playful smirk you knew so well returning to his face. "I know how to make Suguru jealous." 

"Oh, Satoru-" You began, frown forming over your cheeks as you placed the cutlery to rest on the plate. "I don't care about that. I'm fine." A half-lie. You had cared a little, even if not to regain the relationship, just to make him suffer for the actions he took. "Sure." He laughed. "Lucky for you, I am willing to sacrifice my free time and date you!" Satoru exclaimed, arms waving upward and grin wide enough to show the white teeth between his lips. You shifted in your seat, brow furrowing.  "Satoru, I'm not fake-dating you." Crossing one arm over the other, you leaned back. But Satoru stood, walking to stand beside you. 

As you were still seated, his height stood much taller than usual, head tilting downward as he leaned toward you, supported by an arm placed on the table.  "How could I persuade you?" Voice low, he brought his lips to your ear, grazing over the skin. Conflicted, you moved away from the warmth, sight trailing from the vascular hand on the granite to the now uncovered blue eyes.  "He's your friend, don't you care?" The question fell on deaf ears as Satoru furthered his proposition, a kiss planted at your jaw, another at your cheek, before his lips were inches from your own.  "Nah." 

A delicate kiss to test the waters, a deeper one once he'd felt you'd reciprocated the action. Satoru tasted like the wine you drank, and smelled sweet like candy. Of course, it had been his addiction, an insatiable sweet-tooth, paired with vanilla perfume. Satoru molded perfectly to your movements, pushing into you, spare hand cupping the base of your head to hold you in place. Even if he'd been Suguru's friend, and perhaps this was his way of using you - it had felt good. Satoru kissed with passion, tongue sliding across your lips before entering your mouth with a hum, flickering against your own. His fingers wrapped around the back of your neck, goosebumps pricking the skin he touched, his own white hair tickling your face when he'd grown closer. Pressed up against one another, not an inch of you had been left unconnected.  

A light tug had you standing, lips finally pulling from one another with heavy breaths, Satoru's fingers now wrapping around your wrist to tug you toward his room. There hadn't been much time to appreciate the decoration in this space as you had with the others, his lips reconnecting with your neck, softly nipping over the skin. One spot in particular, you'd allowed a gasp through half open mouth and Satoru had taken notice, sucking over the skin to leave a bruise. His grip pulled at your shirt, moving the garment upward and tongue to the exposed skin, unclasping bra before pulling you toward his bed.

Both undressed, Satoru placed himself between your legs, lined up at the dripping hole before edging himself inside. Much like his frame, Satoru's cock was long, pale and vascular, curving toward his body. When he teased himself inside of you, your back had arched, the curve pressing at your walls and massaging into spots you hadn't felt touched before.  "Fuck, 'Toru-" Cut off by a rampant thrust, balls slapping harshly against the curve of your ass, he bottomed out until his tip kissed your cervix before slowly pulling himself through you, to push back in at a gentler pace.  "Bet he didn't feel this good." Through half lidded eyes, you watched his smile, hips rocking into yours. "Tell me how good I make you feel." His voice had been much rougher than when he'd spoken with you in the kitchen, fueled by lust and the feeling of your pussy hugging over him, sheathing himself within your walls while watching you squirm beneath him. 

This was something Satoru had wanted since he'd first laid eyes on you, excitement bubbling within him as he'd stepped forward to speak to you - only to be interrupted by his friend. Since that moment, you'd allowed yourself to be captivated by Suguru, and all Satoru could do was watch. When he'd tease you, you'd bite back, a spark that Suguru had stolen with each passing month, even if you hadn't let on. 

"I heard you last night." Satoru spoke, cigarette between lips. You looked to him with furrowed brows, frowning.  "That's disgusting." He hadn't been spared a look of disappointment from you, an uncomfortable hand scratching at the sleeve of your shirt as you turned to return inside, but his firm grasp over your wrist had halted you.  "I heard you crying." Voice lower, cigarette smoke drifting into the air, Satoru leaned downward to meet you at eye-level. "Just admit you're not okay."  Perhaps his words had been meant as comfort, but you'd ripped yourself from his grasp and continued on your path nonetheless. A moment you felt reminded of when he'd led you to his bedroom, when his touch roamed your sides and squeezed over your hips. 

And, that conversation had been the force he'd needed to bring him to the decision. He'd paid a Gojo intern to speak with Suguru, 'accidentally' sending him nude photos of herself over text. At first, the poor brunette had resisted, yet when fed every detail, conversations orchestrated by none other than Satoru, Suguru soon fell for the charm. To have you in his bed tonight, and around his arm tomorrow, Satoru had paid thousands, not to mention the hours of work put into manipulating Suguru. But, within this moment, he had been thankful to his past self, balls deep in the woman he'd pined over for months.  

"Y-you make me feel good, 'Toru." Whines from your lips, his fingernails in the fat of your skin, grasping you while fucking himself deeper. Your pussy had sucked him in, the mewls from your lips as your back arched against his mattress causing his dick to twitch. He'd messed around with plenty of women before you, but no one looked quite as perfect as you.  "Tell me," He grunted, teeth grazing over his lip as he'd felt you clench. "I'm the best you've had." Satoru enjoyed appraisal, especially from you. 

"You're the best!" Shouted from your lips while he'd bullied into you, head tilted backward. "You're the best I've ever had, 'Toru, fuck-" His thumb met with your clit, rubbing over you in circles as you stuttered under him. "So much better than Suguru, hng-" The comment had him speeding up, growing closer to release. "Your cock's so much better, baby." 

He grunted, animalistic grumbles through gritted teeth as he filled you with white ropes, shooting a load deep within the cunt he'd claimed. A moment he'd waited a year for, and hadn't let him down. He knew that he wouldn't let you go now, no matter what. Satoru understood the need to be beside you from this moment forward, an emotional pull known as love.

a/n: not proof read sorryyy!

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[imagineanime2022]

Their S/O is Sukuna’s Other Vessel

Toge Inumaki X Reader, Yuji Itadori X Reader, Satoru Gojo X Reader, Megumi Fushiguro X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Could you do how Toge, Itadori, Gojo, and Megumi would react to the reader being a second vessel of Sukuna but like the total opposite of Itadori? So instead of the bubbliness the reader is just violent. The reader has been at this for a while and is the ideal vessel for Sukuna. They are strong, witty, and overall just don't really care what happens around them. I hope that's enough to go off of…

🆗 So here are some things that you might want to know to help you understand where I’m going with this idea of mine.

🆗 So first up I decided to spin the story a little so that Sukuna had a physical vessel (Itardori) someone who matches his physical abilities and energy levels and a cognitive vessel (reader) someone who matched his mental strength and intelligence.

🆗 The fact that the reader shares a similar mind to Sukuna means that she used the same abilities as him and even has the potential to access his domain expansion.

🆗 The reader is also a lot more susceptible to suggestions from Sukuna and has a hard time actually turning him down.

🆗 While they’ve never eaten a finger, the connection to the domain expansion allows him to talk into their head the same way he does with Itadori. They can also hear conversations between Itadori and Sukuna if they are close enough.

Toge Inukami

🍙 The cursed energy rolling off of you when Gojo first met you meant that you were added to the first years before anyone else could ask any questions.

🍙 You really started piquing everyone's interest when you used your cursed energy for the first time, to those who knew of him you were very similar to Sukuna. You were watched carefully after that.

🍙 You had no clue why and there was nothing of note for a whole year, instead you lived like any other student and even started dating Inumaki.

🍙 You worried him a lot, your ability to find a fight and insist on the most homicidal route was a talent to some and a nuisance to most others.

🍙 Inumaki spent a long time running around after you and making sure that you didn’t cause any trouble.

🍙 You only ever stepped forward to help Maki, Panda or Toge. They were the only people that you cared to save and in all honesty frustrated anyone else that had to deal with you.

🍙 Inumaki made sure to always be close to you, no one really knew how he did it but he was always able to calm you down and steer you away from a brewing problem.

🍙 His naturally quiet nature helped to keep you calm but if someone says anything about him then its game over.

🍙 Though he didn’t do it very often he could talk to you, you’d always been good at protecting yourself with cursed energy, so after the first time that he used it on you it never worked again.

You should have known that this exchange was going to end terribly, you for obvious reasons had been paired with Inumaki, you were both heading through the forest trying to locate the curse that you needed to exorcise but when you found it there was a much bigger problem in the form of a special grade “that’s not supposed to be here.” You mumbled.

“Yellow fish tuna, prawn roe.” Inumaki said as he opened the collar of his jacket “careful.” 

“Same to you.” You mumbled lowering yourself into a fighting stance “Ready?” 

“Salmon.” He answered.

“Hey!” You yelled, flicking your fingers and causing a slash over the curses shoulder, it turned to the both of you and the fight that ensued from there was something you hadn’t expected, it was stronger than you thought and before long you were taking steps back instead of forward, you were scared of it by any mean but it wasn’t allowing for you to actually get a hit in, you dragged your arms up to block your face before kicked off of it to make some space between you. You looked for Inumaki and saw that he was fine, it seemed that he had kept his distance, he had said something to help you put the distance between you.

“You need some help there sweetheart?” A voice asked, at first you thought that it was the curse in front of you “here.” you felt a pressure on your hands as they were pushed together, your fingers moved into position “channel you energy.” Before you knew what was happening you there was a domain expansion, Inumaki made his way to you keeping close “Malevolent Shrine.” You looked up at the throne where you could see Sukuna sitting, his chin lazily rested on his knuckles as he watched you.

“What did you do?” You asked.

“I didn’t do anything sweetheart.” Sukuna answered as he leaned forward. “You did this all by yourself.” 

“And what do you expect us to fight for your entertainment?” You asked.

“I’m not opposed.” Sukuna answered as he appeared at the bottom of the bones that stacked under his throne. You felt Inumaki step closer to you “mm, You look stronger than the other kid, at least in the head.” 

“How are you here?” You asked, your eyes moved to the curse that had started moving to the left of you

“That punk is around here somewhere, apparently you both just have to be close to each other for me to travel between your minds, but it seems that you can move in and out of my domain as you please.” Sukuna grunted.

“How frustrating for you.” You smirked.

“Isn’t it so are you going to kill it now?” He asked.

“What?” You asked.

“The curse.” He answered.

“Oh I forgot that thing was here.” You looked at it and frowned. 

“You should kill it.” Sukuna smirked “you’ve got a 100% success rate here, there’s no way that you'll lose this fight.” You felt Inumaki link his hand with yours coming to stand next to you.

“Leave her alone.” He ordered, he was sure that the curse speech wouldn’t work on Sukuna but he had to try something to stop you, you should keep the curse alive, it still might be able to tell you something about why it’s here. Sukuna glared at Inumaki as he looked him over but that was enough to snap you out of your confusion, you snatched your hand from his pushing them together and dispelling the expansion.

“You know you really are stronger than the brat, maybe you're worth something.” Sukuna’s voice traveled through your head before his presence was gone.

“Salmon Roe!” Inumaki grabbed your attention before pulling you with him to start running, it seemed like the curse wasn’t going to let you get that close to killing it again, branches followed close behind you as you both tried to get away from it.

It wasn’t long before you ran into Megumi and Kamo “Inumaki get them out of here.” You ordered as you turned, slashing at the branches that were heading their way, unfortunately the ones closest to you managed to scratch your arm but it was nothing too bad, you all met on the courtyard floor.

“A curse in Jujustu Tech, who made this barrier?” Kamo asked.

“Probably the curse user who’s working with it.” Megumi answered and you looked at him and nodded.

“We haven’t seen anyone else around though, they split up before we ran into it.” You explained.

“Do you all know something about this?” Kamo asked.

“Yes, I think this is the special grade that attacked Gojo.” Megumi answered. They were probably looking for Itadori although you may well have put a target on your own back now.

“Tunamayo.” Inumaki said, putting up a hand sign that resembled a phone.

“Right we should call Gojo.” Magumi nodded before Megumi could actually call Gojo. The curse moved to stop him, you pulled Inumaki out of the way as he ordered it to stop moving after a few hits they all realized that they weren’t hurting it.

“Who hurt it before?” Kamo asked.

“I did but I don’t think I’m going to be able to do it again, if I move it moves.” You answered, eyes never leaving the curse in front of me “not to mention I might be close to my limit now.” 

After a series of running and hitting back you were all backed into a corner, Inumaki was at his limit and the other two didn’t really have anything that could hurt the thing so it was all or nothing “well now I’m pissed,” You mumbled as you lifted your hand and flicked your hand cutting deeper into its shoulder.

“Blast away!” Inumaki yelled as he pulled you back, your body reaching its limit was easy to move, but you were still able to catch him as he fell, leaving Maki and Megumi to continue the fight you looped Inumaki’s arm over your shoulder ready to leave.

“Bonito Flakes.” Inumaki managed to say and you looked at him and then where he was pointing and groaned, you definitely couldn’t carry back two people but he definitely was not going to talk to you if you left Kamo here, before you could agonize too long because Nishimiya showed.

“Hey grab your guy we need to get them out of here!” You ordered.

“To where!?” She asked.

“I don’t know outside the barrier, do I look like an expert to you!?” You asked and she glared at you before picking up Kamo “Go as fast as you can, do not stop.” 

“If you tell me not to move one more time I’m going to put you in this bed!” You warned as you kicked your feet over the side of the bed.

“Seems that you're feeling better.” Gojo said as you stood from the bed.

“I was never not okay.” You grumbled and picked up any accessories that they had taken off of you when you had gotten to the school’s hospital wing.

“Mm. What happened out there?” He asked.

“I’m sure you already know that.” You answered, attempting to walk past him.

“Fine. Do you want to know why it happened?” Gojo asked, you stopped moving, you gestured for him to keep talking, Gojo went on to explain your place as Sukuna’s cognitive vessel.

Inumaki was happy to see you, while he was told that all he needed was to rest his throat, you were kept overnight for observation and that worried him. “Kelp!” He smiled as you walked into the room, you smiled at him but he could see that it didn’t reach your eyes. “Mustard leaf?” 

“I’m okay.” You softly but he wasn’t having hit he pulled your face to look at him and you tried your hardest to convince him, you decided the best thing to do was tell him the truth after all he did see everything, after explaining everything you attempted to get up and leave because you had a habit of isolating yourself when something was bothering you, he didn’t let you get too far before grabbing your arm and pulling you back onto the bed with him.

“Tuna.” He mumbled before tracing the word ‘stay’ into the bottom of your back.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Salmon.” He answered as you relaxed into him until you needed to get up.

Yuji Itadori

👆 You were friends with Yuji before either of you knew about cursed energy and everything that came with it.

👆 You found out about cursed energy before Yuji did because you met Mahito, he told you about cursed energy and even showed you what he could do, however the real problem came when he tried to change you, he noticed something which made him pull away.

👆 From there on it seemed the cursed energy in you started to manifest and you were finding something new about yourself every day, you never told Yuji about anything that happened.

👆 You were both still very close and you did everything together, you even went to visit his grandfather with him, neither of you ever officially asked the other, people just assumed and you never corrected them.

👆 Yuji found out that you were lying to him the night that he ate the finger, though he never held it against you, he knew that he would have done the same if you didn’t know about cursed energy.

👆 Yuji was thankful to have you with him because nothing ever fazed you, you made sure that he knew that you weren’t going to let them kill him.

👆 You were enrolled in Jujutsu Tech with Yuji, you became fast friends with Megumi. Nobara took a little longer but you got there in the end.

👆 The second years were weary of you because they met you before they met Yuji. You were very similar to how Sukuna had been described in old passages and documentation kept about him, not to mention the strong energy that rolled off of you.

👆 When Gojo told you about the Higher ups idea of dealing with you and Yuji, you said “I will kill them all if they even attempt to carry out that plan, warn them if you like their knowledge of my threat makes no difference.” 

Megumi never called you, and yet his contact name stayed on the screen, you answered the phone and what you heard worried you, you started moving before you even knew what the problem was, you could hear Sukuna’s gravelly voice and while Megumi wasn’t actually talking to you, you could hear the heavy breaths, this was a fight that he wasn’t going to win. You knew that you should have been sent with them, the fact that they had split you up meant that they were up to something. You couldn’t ever prove that but you knew.

You managed to get there just in time to pull Megumi out of the way of one of Sukuna’s attacks, you took a defensive stance in front of him. “Mmm I thought they had you under house arrest or something.” Sukuna smirked as he leaned forward slightly.

“I was not on house arrest.” You glared at him, your eyes shifting over Yuji’s body to check for injuries.

“Are you checking me out brat?” Sukuna asked and you looked at him.

“I’m checking my boyfriend for any wounds.” You answered.

“Well in that case, he’s missing his heart, and the only way that you get it back is if he beats me in a fight.” He pointed behind you and Megumi.

“Is that because you know I can beat you?” You asked.

“More like I don’t want to ruin the only other chance I have of being free of this seal.” Sukuna answered and you frowned.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“You think that you're both together because it was your choice, you're drawn together, the body and mind of Ryomen Sukuna.” He stepped forward, while Yuji had a strong body, Sukuna could tell that you were the one more suited to being his vessel, your mind was far better suited “Actually if you make a deal with me right now I’ll restore your boyfriend's heart.”

“What deal?��� You asked.

“(Y/N) don’t do it! We’ll find another way to get Itadori back!” Megumi tried to grab your attention.

“How about this..? If I bring back this brat’s heart, when the time's right you will give me your mind.” Sukuna suggested, you were about to tell him to get lost when you sensed a change in the air.

“(Y/N) looks like I really messed up this time, you're always cleaning up my messes. How about you let me deal with this one?” He asked.

“Yuji…” You stepped forward catching his body and falling to the ground with him.

It took them a long time to pry you away from the body but once they did, you locked yourself away in your room. At first you thought that hearing Yuji’s voice was normal, you guys had never really been apart so never being able to see him again was the worst thing that could have happened, however that night, you didn’t think that you’d be able to sleep but as you tried to imagine a world where things were different you ended up somewhere you never thought possible. Your feet were wet, why were they wet? You frowned when you opened your eyes. The red glow from the water beneath you made you uneasy “(Y/N)?” You looked up, he was standing there alive and breathing. 

“Yuji?” You asked.

“What are you doing here?” Yuji asked “are you okay!?” 

“She’s fine, idiot, this is my domain expansion, she can come and go as she pleases considering she’s the vessel that they sealed my mind into. “And while it’s promising that you managed to get here all on your own, I don’t need you here right now.” Sukuna flicked his hand and next thing you knew there was a sharp pain in your shoulder and you were awake, you looked around and saw that you were standing in the middle of a room, the walls were white, there was a table where you noticed Yuji’s body.

“(Y/N)?” You looked over and saw Gojo was sitting on the other side of the room, Ijichi was standing next to him and it seemed that Shoko had taken a step back away from you. “What are you doing here?” 

“I don’t know, I thought I was sleeping but-” You took your hand away from your shoulder to see the blood there.

“What happened?” Gojo asked, standing up and moving towards you carefully.

“Yuji isn’t dead.” You mumbled as you looked over at the body, you could see that the hole left by Sukuna had healed. “Who fixed him?” 

“You did.” Gojo answered. “How do you know that he’s still alive?” 

“He called it his domain expansion, Sukuna I mean.” You answered. “I’ll kill him one day.” 

“I bet you will.” Your eyes moved over to your boyfriend sitting up. 

“Yuji!?” You asked, moving forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. “What happened after he pushed me out?” 

“I don’t remember.” Yuji answered, his eyes landing on your shoulder. “I knew he hurt you! Bastard, I'll kill him!” 

“Alright everyone let’s calm down, (Y/N) let Shoko fix you up and Ijichi will get you some clothes, Yuji.” Gojo ordered.

Once everyone was fixed up Gojo gave you both a moment to talk “Are you sure that you're okay?” Yuji asked as he ran his hand over your bandaged shoulder.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that considering you were dead.” You giggled.

“I’m fine, you healed me, remember?” Yuji asked.

“Yeah I guess but-” 

“No buts.” Yuji smiled and kissed your nose. “After I’m done with this training I'll be right back by your side, nothing will change.”

“You better, otherwise I’ll kill you myself.” You warned him and you both heard Sukuna's dark chuckle, a reminder of the entity that you needed to kill.

Satoru Gojo

👀 When you were a kid people were scared of you, if you didn’t like something you got rid of it, that was how the Higher-ups ever found out about you, you didn’t care about what the school stood for but you wanted to go somewhere that was going to help you get stronger.

👀 The fear continued when you started a Jujutsu Tech and you didn’t care you kept to yourself you weren’t there to make friends anyway.

👀 Unfortunately for you, a training class between classmates put you on Gojo’s radar, he honestly had no idea who you were, even if you were in the same class as him but trust me he knew you after that training session.

👀 You were the only person who made him have to actually concentrate of training, you were going for the kill and he got the feeling that you honestly didn’t care what happened to him or anyone else.

👀 This was confirmed when you were sent on a mission with him, he found that you were literally there to kill everything in sight, you had no intention of finding the missing people or saving them if you did come across them.

👀 Gojo wanted nothing more than to get to know you better so he did what did best become the most annoying person that you knew, no matter what you did or how many times you tried to behead him with your technique he came back for more.

👀 No one outside of the two of you knew how you ended up together and honestly it probably had something to do with his persistence in getting to know you, when you finally stopped fighting for him you started falling for him instead.

👀 Gojo was about the only person that you couldn’t beat and therefore the only person that you listened to when he told you to stop and honestly that wasn’t very often.

👀 It was soon noticed that you actually tolerated him so you paired together for everything and that only meant that you got closer.

👀 Gojo would often use you as a distraction, for whatever he was doing, and there was rarely anything that could hurt you more than you could hurt it, he never had to worry about you.

👀 When Gojo became a teacher he brought you with him, you were never a teacher but you knew of his students and the potential that they carried but when Yuuta was brought to the school he brought you a new challenge in the form of Suguru Geto.

You felt the curses' presence before you heard the principal yelling and honestly you almost didn’t show up because you never really liked doing anything that you were told to do but when the presence of curses increased the curiosity was piqued. You appeared just as a threat was made “Careful Gojo your students are very much within my range.” Geto warned, with a flick of your wrist all of the lower level spirits were cleaved in half.

“Don’t get cocky now because you're well in mine.” You warned him as you finger swipe from left to right causing a cut to appear on his cheek.

“How dare you!?” A shrill voice sounded from behind him and your eyes moved to the girls that were standing there.

“Easy pray… You shut them up or I will.” You warned him, Geto looked behind him, the look on his face must have made them step back.

“Are you always late to the party?” Geto asked.

“I’m not late if I never intended on showing up.” You argued, shoving your hands in your pockets “The response just wasn’t speedy enough for me.” You looked around for a second before smiling “so are you going to leave or am I going to slit someone’s throat?”  You disappeared from your place in front of Geto appearing behind the girls “maybe I’ll kill a twin.” 

“You're really going to endanger the kids here?” Geto asked.

“I’m not a teacher here but if they belong to you then absolutely.” You smirked, the cursed energy rolling off of your bodies made the girls feel weak. When you looked up Gojo noticed that your normal (Y/E/C) iris had turned red.

“Geto leave!” Gojo warned him, he then turned to the people behind him “move the kids somewhere safe.” It seemed like everyone was getting the message, the feel of your energy pushing through and almost immobilizing the lower level sorcerer was enough, Geto managed to get to the twins as you stepped away from them.

This had happened before, there were a few occasions where this had happened before, Gojo knew that the power flowed through you wasn’t yours and when it took over he had to bring you back. The people fleeing the area knew that something was wrong when Gojo put up a vale. “What set you off this time?” He asked more to himself than anything else.

“She’s smarter than you think you know, just because she never liked him but she knew that you did, she knows what he means to you.” You answered, referring to yourself in third person, it was rare that you’d talk when this happened.

“Alright then who are you?” Gojo asked, hands now forced into his pockets.

“I’m sure you could figure it out, Six Eyes.” You smirked, Gojo took a hand out of his pocket and lifted the bandages over his eyes, when he looked at you properly he could see the silhouette leaning over you, he recognised the four arms and the two heads.

“Ryomen Sukuna.” Gojo sighed before teleporting behind you, he easily knocked you out, it seemed even in this form you had no intention of hurting him.

You groaned as you woke up, groaning at the cold hard floor underneath you “what am I doing on the floor?” You asked, realizing that your head was actually resting on his leg.

“I lost you again.” He answered.

“Oh sorry about that.” You mumbled sitting up.

“He talked to me this time.” Gojo said softly and you looked back at him. “Ryomen Sukuna, that’s the power that you're using.” You shrugged as you looked at him.

“There’s nothing that we can do about that now.” You sighed.

“You don’t know that yet.” Gojo answered.

“Even if we did, what happens to me then, I become some weak non sorcerer who needs people to protect her!” You argued as you stood up Gojo followed suit, his bandages back on his eyes as he smiled.

“I for one would love that.” He teased as he brought down the vale and looped an arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah I bet you would.” You mumbled, pushing his arm off your shoulder.

“Aw don’t be like that!” He whined as he followed after you, while he had opted for changing the mood of the conversation he was sure not done with it and he was going to look for a way to help you, no one should be chained to a curse that powerful and that destructive.

Megumi Fushiguro

🐺 You were snarky from the day that you were born, if people said right you turned left (unless you stood gain significantly from listening to them).

🐺 There was a reason for that though, when you were a kid you called him your imaginary friend, he always told you what to do and protected you from danger, he made sure that all the strange creatures around you couldn’t hurt you.

🐺 When you turned 13 years old he disappeared, as most imaginary friends did so you assumed that was it, you never really thought about him again, though you missed the safety that you felt when you were with him.

🐺 So you decided to become the best at anything that you did and most of the time you succeeded.

🐺 You were however very aggressive with people who crossed you, they started the fight and you finished it, no matter what it was about or how they presented their argument.

🐺 When you met Megumi you were the only first year students in Jujutsu Tech, so you guys became closer than most people because you were the only ones in your class.

🐺 You trained together, you went on missions together and his demon dogs seemed to like you so he trusted you a little more.

🐺 Megumi had seen the way that you seemed to enjoy yourself when you killed the cursed spirits on missions and honestly wished that he could face any challenge the way that you did.

🐺 You were never fazed by the people, environment or curse you were facing. You showed up, you made a plan and you won no matter what.

🐺 Megs was the only person that you talked to and so by nature you became closer than friends, no one talked to your guys so no one questioned it but they were thankful when Megumi would pull you away from a fight before it actually started.

You and Megumi had been looking for a special grade cursed object per Gojo’s request and you had both managed to find that it wasn’t where it was supposed to be, it was easy to find the family that was supposed to have had it, you guys split up to find a member of the family, you went to the house, while Megumi went to the hospital, when you got there, there was no one at home but there was a residual from the object that you were looking for, it was in the house recently.

You followed the energy back to the school, after jumping the fence you followed the energy to a classroom “What do you think you're doing?” You asked the two school kids that had unwrapped the finger.

“Behind you!” The girl pointed and you reached behind you your hand easily pushing through the curses chest killing it, you flicked the purple blood off of your hands as you turned back to them, your eyes immediately realizing that the two students were gone.

“God damn it… Well they're dead.” You mumbled to yourself as you pulled out your phone, Megumi was calling you.

“Where are you?” He asked.

“I’m at the school, they already unwrapped the seal, I don’t know where the finger is but there are already curses here.” You muttered, you turned around the corner and came face to face with one of the curses running around “aren’t you pretty? Megs I’ve got to go, I'll see you in a minute.”

“You have to find the kids that were there, we have to make sure that they are okay.” He ordered.

“That’s really not my forte.” You reminded him dodging out of the way of the attack.

“But you can do it.” Megumi reminded you and you sighed.

“I’ll try.” You hung up the phone and easily killed the curse in front of you before running out of the classroom “where did you go?” The amount of curses in the area drown out any human signatures you would usually be able to “God damn it!” In your hurry to find them you didn’t realize the hand that flung out and smacked you in the face. You flicked your hand and sliced the thing in half before side stepping his falling body. “Got ya!” You came face to face with the curse spirit that had taken the girl and groaned, there was no way to kill it without hurting the girl, at least not with your ability.

“There you are!” You heard Megumi approaching, the dogs came to stand next to you before he did.

“I can’t kill it without hurting her.” You informed him and he gritted his teeth and nodded but before either of you could think of a plan the window shattered and a boy came flying through it, he made quick work of getting the girl away from it and you killed it the first chance that you got before Megumi gave the dogs to go ahead to eat what was left of it. “Who’s that?” 

“His name Itadori.” He answered as he walked towards the classroom where you could hear the kid talking. “I would ask what you're doing here but good job.” You could feel something heading this way but you didn’t see it until it was too late, it happened so fast git grabbed Megumi and flung him out of the building “you need to go!” You jumped out of the hole created putting yourself between Megumi and the curse, you were about to put an end to it but the Itadori kid appeared out of nowhere to try and fight the curse. “You should probably go.” 

“You guys are in a lot of trouble!” He yelled as he was flung around.

“We really wouldn’t be if I didn’t have to try and keep you alive while killing that thing!” You yelled as you slashed at the lower art of his stomach.

“Don’t worry I’ve got this!” Itadori yelled, lifting the curse finger.

“Don’t do that!” You yelled but it was like he couldn’t hear you and before you could do anything else, you smacked across the bridge, you flung yourself back up on the bridge but you could feel that your shoulder was out of place, it was then that you realized that there was no curse instead your eyes fell on the body standing the railings.

“This wasn’t the body I expected.” He said and you turned to you with a smirk on his face. “It’s been a little while hasn’t it brat?”

“I must have hit my head real hard.” You mumbled, pressing your hand to your forehead and pulling it away to find that there was blood on it.

“You were supposed to be the ideal vessel.” He sighed “but this will have to do, can't change it now.” 

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He sighed and now as he stood over you, you felt threatened, the imaginary friend that had made you feel so protected when you were younger, only made you feel in danger now, you put some space between you and the man in front of you also putting your body between him and Megumi.

“Who is that?” Megumi asked, “does he know you?” 

“If I tell you, you’ll think that I’m insane.” You answered.

“I taught her everything that she knows, from the day that she was old enough to see me.” The man said. “All in preparation to be my vessel but it seems that even the best planning may hit some snags.” Before either of you could say anything Gojo appeared from there he took down Itadori and we all headed back to Jujutsu Tech.

Megumi found you in his room after he came back from a shower, he didn’t say anything at first, he just climbed into bed next to you, you didn’t move for a second before moving closer to him and burying your face in his chest. “Are you going to tell me what he was talking about?” Megumi asked.

“Well you remember how I told you that I was a weird kid because I had an imaginary friend until the age of 12?” You asked and he nodded “that was him.” 

“Ryomewn Sukuna? He was the imaginary friend you talked about?” Megumi asked.

“He looked different back then, I don’t know but now he’s annoying as hell and there’s a human to go with him.” You grumbled, he started running his fingers over you skin and drawing small patterns.

“Mmm. Do you see him at all now?” Megumi asked.

“No.” You answered as you looked around the room. “Look can we stop talking about this for now, let’s just get some rest, we both need it after all.” You didn’t think that you would find sleep easy but you didn’t want to talk anymore. Megumi watched you quietly. He didn't know much about curses manifesting as imaginary friends but he was sure that it wasn’t an impossibility given the power of a child's mind.

Neither of you were sure what was going on but Megumi was sure that you weren’t going to go through it on your own.

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[certifiedjaeger]

Watch and Learn

Satoru Gojo x Female Reader

Summary: Gojo is beyond annoying, but there's something about him that keeps you coming back every night...

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, slight dom!gojo/sub!reader, light choking, Gojo gets smothered by a pillow at one point lol, pet names (used mockingly), slight (?) angst/fluff throughout

Notes: This is just a tiny, little thing about reader and Gojo being friends with benefits – I hope you guys enjoy it! ♡

“Who’s a good girl?”

The way that he’s talking to you can only be described as that of an owner talking to their pet, his voice sweet and condescending as he coos in your ear, the smile on his face all too evident in the tone of his voice. He could really be infuriating sometimes… If Gojo wasn’t so good at this, you’re sure that you would pay him no mind. Yes, you’re positive that you would absolutely ignore every taunt of his; every teasing, insufferable remark that comes out of this annoying man’s mouth. Or, at least… that’s what you tell yourself.

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His warmth blankets you as you lay underneath him; his tall, lanky figure encompassing your smaller one as his arms rest on either side of your head, caging you against him and his plush bed. This isn’t the first time that you’ve found yourself in such a compromising position with him– and you know for certain that it most definitely will not be your last. No, because it just feels too good. But as much as you don’t want to give him praise and as much as you don’t want him to believe that his skills are that impressive, you have to admit… he knows what he’s doing. Yes, he knows exactly how to make your body feel things you’ve never felt before and he knows exactly how to make you crawl back every time you swore that you were done with him.

“Who’s a good little listener?” His voice comes out higher than usual as he mocks you playfully, his long, veiny cock pumping in and out of you at a feverish pace. “Putting her legs up on my shoulders just like I asked her to, such a good girl,” Gojo smiles teasingly down at you, pinching your cheek and loving the way that your eyes narrow just a bit more out of frustration. 

God, he loves seeing you all riled up like this…

You see, he had been taunting you this whole time, teasing you relentlessly because he swears that out of everybody he enjoys pissing off, you look the absolute prettiest while angry. With your brows furrowed and those pretty eyes of yours glaring back at him, he’s positively swooning. But then again, he could never quite get enough of your oh-so-apparent irritation toward him. Because hey, at least it was something. He knows that you don’t harbor the same feelings that he has for you, that you don’t share in his affection, only seeing him as a casual lover and nothing more– At least, not seeing him in the way that he desperately wishes for every night. But, he can’t be picky when it comes to your attention– He’ll simply take what he can get. And if he can’t get smiles and adoration out of you, he’ll at least take your scowls and annoyed expressions. Because even when you sigh out of irritation, he swears it's the prettiest noise he’s ever heard. Even when you glare at him with anger in your eyes, he swears he’s never seen anything so beautiful. So yes, he’ll keep teasing you and he’ll keep pushing your buttons, only because it’s better to receive a death stare from you than to receive nothing at all.

Oh. And he’ll also keep doing this thing he does with his hips because he knows that you like it so much. Even if you refuse to tell him how good it feels, even if you never tell him how amazing it feels to have him inside of you– he knows. Because your body gives you away everytime. It absolutely betrays every glare, every sigh, every single action of yours that suggests you’re annoyed with him. Because even though you sigh with exasperation, looking just about ready to hit him, your body reacts differently, and instead pulls him even closer to you. And he loves it. Getting under your skin. Getting all of these reactions out of you. Getting to be the man who is responsible for the explicit string of curse words leaving your mouth– either from anger or pleasure, it doesn’t matter, he loves it all the same.

“Can you shut up for once?” You bite back, digging your nails into his back and leaving little crescent-shaped marks along his skin. You’d love to say that it was payback for his annoying taunts, but honestly… you know it’s from the relentless pace that he’s set; your nails absentmindedly scratching into his skin from the feeling of his hushed panting against your neck and simply put, how good it all feels. But, he doesn’t need to know that… No, he definitely doesn’t need to know that. “I don’t come to your room at night to hear your annoying voice, you know.”

“Darling, I do believe it’s morning,” he slows his thrusts, feigning an innocent expression as he brushes your cheek with his knuckles. “I do believe that you stayed the night… Now I know you usually leave after we’re done in the evening– or should I say, you usually stumble away. Too fucked out to walk properly, right?” He smirks down at you, relishing in the sight of you looking away from him, too annoyed–or was it… too embarrassed?–to look him in the eyes. “But you stayed the whole night, didn’t you? And now we’re going for round two after a peaceful night of slumber next to one another… How cute is that? What, you just couldn’t get enough of me, is that it?” He says once again in a faux sweet tone. “Listen, I know you’re obsessed with me, but if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could, you know… just ask me out on a date–”

“Oh my god, shut up–” you groan.

“I mean, really, this is just getting out of hand, my darling girl,” he teases with a smile, “What’s next? You want me to make you breakfast after this?”

“UGH,” you let out an even louder groan, the man above you making you feel like you needed to scream into a pillow. If he wouldn’t shut up on his own accord, you would just have to make him. Quickly, you throw him off his balance and flip him over, trapping his body underneath yours as you sit atop his body. His sudden expression belongs to that of somebody who is utterly surprised, and yet, his hands seem to immediately find their way onto your hips, absentmindedly grabbing onto you as he stares up at you with a twinkle in his eye and his mouth slightly parted.

“Well… go on then,” he nods his head to you, the corners of his mouth turning up into a slight smirk.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” your voice comes out harsh as you dig your nails into his chest. One of his hands immediately leaves the soft skin around your hip and instead grabs onto both of your wrists, instantly stopping your movements as a more serious–more dangerous–look flickers across his face.

“Maybe you should,” he says in a low tone, his ‘suggestion’ coming out more as a warning.

You glance down at his lips that aren’t raised into their normal smile, feeling a small shiver go down your spine as his sudden dominant side makes an appearance. Oh yeah… this is why you put up with him. This right here– with him roughly grabbing onto your wrists and pinning them to his body, hearing the very lips you love to kiss utter these dangerous demands. With him reminding you of just how much stronger he is than you, with him immediately putting you in your place with only the slightest change of his tone. Yes, this is why you keep crawling back to him every night. As if you had no other choice, as if the helpless and addictive feeling that courses through your veins everytime you’re with him guides you directly back to the man himself.

You feel yourself soften against his intense gaze, feeling a bit more submissive now as his threatening words echo in your mind.

Maybe you should…

Yes, maybe you should… Slowly, you lean down and place a gentle, almost timid kiss against his lips, silently wishing for his smile to return, almost desperate for him to praise you for your sweet obedience. But he doesn’t kiss you back– Well, not at first, anyways. No, he wants to feel you desperate against his lips, he wants to feel you ache for him, just as he does for you. He needs to know how badly you want him– regardless of the eye rolls and the incessant sighs, he needs for you to show him that you need him. Just as he needs you.

And when he feels your tongue graze against his bottom lip, a silent plea for him to kiss you back, he decides to give you exactly what you want. He chases your lips, locking them with his instantly as he swallows the moan you let out into his mouth. It’s adorable, he thinks, how badly you try to fight your feelings, how much effort you put into acting as though you hate him, only for your mouth to then give you away like this. Afterall… he can hear you. He can hear the desperation in your moans, he can feel the desire coursing through your body. He knows you’ll keep coming back every night– or at least, he hopes.

He lines himself up with your entrance once again and places his hands on your hips as he pushes up into you, quickly resuming his steady pace of swift, powerful thrusts. But you suddenly detach his hands from your body and raise them above his own; your hands holding his wrists down just slightly above his head as an amused smirk reappears on his face and a small “oh?” leaves his lips.

You leave his hands there, slowly dragging your own down his arms and then back down his chest, only for them to land against his tense abs. He looks a bit handsome like this, you think, enjoying the look of amused surprise on his face as you begin to rock your hips. You raise yourself slowly on his length only to then sink back down, feeling his cock eagerly fill you up with every movement of your hips.

You’re much slower than he is, but it’s only so that you can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock against your fluttering walls. And God, does it feel good… Your eyes absentmindedly close as your head slightly falls back, a feeling of overwhelming pleasure overtaking your senses now as your nails lightly dig into his skin. It feels good, you think. It feels too good… it’s almost as though your body was made for him, almost as though nobody could ever make you feel this good again, even if you searched and searched and searched…

“Is that all you got?”

Your eyes snap open and they immediately fall upon the very smug-looking man beneath you. You instantly let out an annoyed sigh– Of course he had to ruin your small moment of bliss. Of course.

You notice him part his lips, most likely getting ready to say something aggravating that will ruin the moment even more– only you don’t let him. No, you quickly take the pillow beside your body and cover his face with it, pushing down lightly as you pick up your pace. You’re almost as relentless as he was a couple of minutes ago, quickly moving your hips against his as you feel anger bubbling up inside of you, wanting nothing more than to take it out on the one person who had caused it. Except, he seems to be enjoying it. No– he seems to be loving it.

He holds his arms out, spreading them far apart and lifting his hands to the air as though he’s worshiping you, as though you’re his God and he’s reveling in your divine beauty.

“Atta girl!” you hear his muffled praises from below the pillow, him seeming to not care in the slightest that his air supply was quickly running out. You lift the pillow from his face and throw it to the ground, instantly noticing the lovesick look in his blue eyes. Not only that, but a lazy smile seems to have found its way onto his blissed-out face, as well; his hands held out in worship now reaching behind his head as his arms rest there in relaxation, him looking just a bit too comfortable for your liking. 

“Well… aren’t you gonna do something?” You ask, annoyed with his lack of movement.

“Nah, I think you got it, babe. You’re doin’ such a good job,” he smirks, sending a wink your way as your eyes narrow out of frustration. Insufferable.

You let out a loud, irritated groan–probably your twentieth of the morning–and reach for this throat, squeezing hard in the hopes of wiping that smug smile right off of his face. But it doesn’t disappear. No, it actually gets even wider, for some reason.

“Oh my! Somebody’s got some anger issues…” he grins up at you, only amusement lacing his features now. You want to squeeze harder, you want to reach for the pillow again, you want to do something–anything–just to shut him up. But he doesn’t let you.

He quickly flips you over–much faster and much more elegant than when you had done it–and traps you underneath his body, holding both of your wrists above your head with one hand while his other reaches for your throat, giving it the lightest of squeezes. “Let me show you how it’s done, darling,” he whispers in a low and sultry voice, his breath hot against your skin as you feel the head of his cock prod at your entrance once again.

“Watch and learn.”

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[arvandus]

Gojo had never intended to make you cry.  Sure, he teased you.  Maybe a little bit too much.  But he never wanted to actually hurt you.  He was a cocky ass, but he wasn’t an asshole.

That’s what he wanted to tell himself anyway, even as your wide eyes brimmed with tears that clung to your lashes.  It felt like a punch to the gut when the first tear fell.

Without even thinking, his hand came up to gently cup your cheek.  “Don’t...” he whispered.  His thumb swiped away at the wet track.  “Don’t cry.”

But it was too late; more tears fell, leaving wet lines in their wake, the droplets clinging to your chin. He hated the sight of them; hated the way they documented his failure, a sentence of guilt written in watercolor against skin he’d admired with every sideways glance.

He wanted to make them disappear, to extinguish them and replace them with warmth.  To take your trembling lips and make them smile again.  Gojo cradled your face in both of his hands, his large, calloused thumbs wiping away at your tears.  You closed your eyes, caught up in the way your heart twisted in your chest at the warmth of his touch.

You felt his forehead touch yours, his soft hair cushioned between you.  “I’m sorry...” he whispered. “I didn’t mean...”

Gojo’s words died on his lips as he felt more fresh, hot tears catch on his thumbs, heard you sniffle and try to hide the soft sob that wanted to unfurl from within your chest. 

His air left his lungs, a slow panic building at the possibility that maybe, this time, a sorry wouldn’t be enough. That maybe, this time, there was no such thing as forgiveness, and that he’d never again get to see you smile at him.

“I’m sorry...” he repeated, as his lips pressed gently against your forehead.  You froze beneath his affection, stunned.

He didn’t stop there.  His lips traveled lower, brushing against your wet lashes, against your cheeks, each time echoing his apology in earnest supplication.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Finally, he came to your still-trembling lips, the soft flesh wet where you’d licked with your tongue, although whether it was in anticipation of his lips or to taste your own tears, he wasn’t sure.  Gojo hesitated, for just the slightest fraction of a moment, waiting...

And then you gave it to him, the sign he was looking for. The ever so subtle tilt of your chin, the flutter of lashes as you peaked at him through the dew drops in hope.

His lips met yours, soft and gentle, your face still gently cupped in his hands. You finally responded, returning the kiss with your hands wrapping around his neck, your fingers curling into his hair at the nape of his neck.

Gojo pulled away just enough to be able to speak, his lips barely brushing yours.  Your eyes were open now, staring into his, and for a moment the universe consisted of just the two of you, two celestial bodies drawn together by the gravity of your hearts.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven...?” he whispered.

“No.” you replied with a grin.

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[pholla-jm]

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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[stsgooo]

Look at Him.

✩࿐ summary: your attempts at reentering the dating scene is foiled by your ex-husband.

warning(s): past relationship, clingy!gojo, ex-husband!gojo, co-parenting situation, crack fic. wc; 1.6k

pairing(s): gojo satoru x fem!reader

a/n: this is purely just a goof fic because i've put nothing but angst out there so far sooo have a laugh. hope yall enjoy :3

“So, what do you do for a living?”

"A teacher."

"Oh, wow! What grade, subject?"

"Uh, highschoolers and the subject kinda varies on the day."

"Like a substitute teacher?"

"Um....sure, yeah! Substitute teacher."

"That's awesome. Mad respect, kids can be demons."

You were quickly discovering that the dating field had changed in the five years that you had been married. An endless back and forth about what someone did, what's their favorite color, what's their hobbies. Boring questions that you would ask your students on the first day was used in over the table date conversation. Until, until, they got to that question they so desperately wanted to ask.

Would you want to take this back to my—

There was a vibration against your thigh as your date started to go onto a monologue about how much he disliked kids. In all honesty, you couldn't really remember his name. The introductions had been awkward and a little nerve wracking— you were almost sure he had no idea who you were either.

You tugged your phone out of your pocket and resisted the audible sigh that threatened to leave you when you saw the notification.

Satoru please tell me why my beautiful, radiant, amazing, intelligent daughter just said her mommy is on a date. feeling sick to my stomach, don't tell me this is true.

You rolled your eyes. Your ex-husband had always been so overdramatic. His main focus was always on the bit that could come from a situation. However, this was a quality you do used to admire about him. His ability to make any situation seem like it was a funny happenstance that you'd never encounter again.

Now, it was nothing more than a nuisance.

Satoru oh my god, you left me on read. it's true. it's true. i hope you know i just threw up. i threw up everywhere. i might die. at least, tell me he's ugly. please god let him to be ugly.

A sigh, you typed out the quickest message you could without your date asking what's wrong.

You I hope you're not ignoring said daughter to ask me about some date. I'll be home later, please refrain from texting me.

You were about to set your phone down when another text came through. This one appeared to more distraught than the last.

Satoru o h your tone. it's over. it's really over. i might just kill myself this is the worst night of my life. y/n, i'm genuinely feeling sick. please, is he ugly? he must be boring because you're texting back.

You were almost inclined to remind Satoru you both had been divorced for a year already. That this was bound to happen and you two had, in fact, spoken about it months into the divorce. You had played with some 'what if's and there was a mutual agreement that the other wouldn't get jealous and be dramatic about the other getting in a relationship whenever the time comes. It was a surprisingly adult conversation.

You should've known better when Satoru proudly proclaimed he didn't care who you got involved with.

You Satoru, we talked about this. We're adults and we're divorced. Please bother someone else, like Suguru.

Satoru i don't wanna talk to suguru. i wanna talk to youuu (;﹏;) i can't believe you've done this. ten years. ten years of loyalty. im sick to my stomach.

You You asked for the divorce.

"Is everything okay?"

You eyes snapped up from your phone and towards your date. He had the good grace to be wearing a relatively concerned expression, eyeing you wearily.

You quickly tucked your phone back into your pocket, ignoring the insistent vibrations it gave to smile apologetically. "I'm sorry, my daughter had an accident and I had to, you know, send a quick text to her babysitter." It was easier to explain away a daughter than it was a clingy ex-husband who was well in his dissent into insanity. Really, you were doing this guy a favor keeping him in the dark.

However, his face still paled and he straightened. "You have a kidI'm so, so sorry. I just went on a two minute rant about how much kids are equivalent to demons." He seemed to spiral as he pressed his hands against his face, uttering curses to himself. "I get so nervous with these dates. I truly meant nothing by it."

You smiled in amusement, "It's no problem, really. I'm not exactly disagreeing." He peeked from between his fingers and blinked at you dumbly. "Just because I'm a parent doesn't mean I don't agree. I mean, my kid can be a bit much sometimes. I love her, but she's a lot like her dad in that way."

It always made your chest blossom. The way Saori was a carbon copy of Satoru. From the rambunctious personality, to the piercing blue eyes, and white hair. Your genes hadn't won in the battle, but you were almost grateful. Satoru tried to tell you that she had your smile and your wit, but you weren't entirely convinced. She was Satoru and Satoru was her.

You were extremely lucky that he was a good dad.

"Oh? Do you mind me asking if her dad's still around?" His tone was indication enough: a daughter and an ex of some kind was pushing it for him.

You tensed up, feeling deep regret already. "Uh, yeah." His eyes shifted away and you reached forward, taking his hand. "But, he's not, like, crazy or anything! He's just a good dad."

Your date chuckled nervously. "I-I just don't want to get involved in some, um, some family dynamic."

You thought it was a little presumptuous of him to think this would go that far, or he'd get in the way. But you were too focused on defusing the situation.

"Oh, no, it's not like that! We've got a healthy balance, y'know? He does his piece, I do mine— that's it!"

He scrunched his face. "So... an open relationship?"

"No!" You press your hands against your face with a huff. "No, we're not together anymore. We just co-parent."

He opened his mouth to further question you when your phone vibrated very audibly. His eyebrows raising. "Your daughter?"

You sighed. "Please give me one moment."

With jerky movements, you pull your phone from your pocket. The assortment of messages that came where spread over the ten minutes you decided to ignore him.

Satoru okay, you've got me there. but my big heart is breaking. i hope he's ugly and he smells. okay, i spoke with suguru and he said i'm an idiot who should apologize. in my defense, i'm a little itty bitty drunk. and no, saori is not awake. papa put her to bed before bringing out the whiskey. im so sorry my beautiful deity. that not ugly, not smelly man is so lucky to be in your presence and i hope you have a good date. also i hope he gets hit my a car. (＾▽＾)

You I'm going to kill you with my bare hands. Genuinely, count your days, Gojo Satoru.

Satoru hot, hot, hot!!! (●´□`)♡ did he actually get hit by a car?

You Is there something you want?

Satoru him dead. and you home :((((

You You don't want me home. I swear to god, if you're on my couch, drinking when I get home, I will ruin your life.

Satoru promise??? ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡ but, actually, i wanted to ask your opinion on something

You For real?

Satoru for realsies. [Image Attachment]

Completely blinded by your irritation, you don't even hesitate to open the picture as it loads. Although you regret it the moment it does.

It's a picture of Satoru. He's at what seems to be the beach (must've been the fun activity him and Saori were going to join Suguru for), his sunglasses were on the top of his head, and he was grinning at the picture. One hand was resting against his pectoral and the veins in his hand was prominent. An obvious attempt at being charming and flirtatious. It was working too.

If it weren't for the fact that you knew him and were his ex, you might've just swooned.

"Oh, my god, is that him?" Your date was staring at your phone with wide eyes. His face even more pale than before. He started to shake his head as he stood, snatching his jacket from the back of his chair. "No way. I am not getting involved! I'm sorry, you're a nice woman, but I know when I'm not winning. And I'm definitely not winning against that."

Your eyes widened considerably, "What? No! Please don't leave. He's an idiot, I swear there's nothing—"

"He is... a hunk. I am not. In no shape or form am I at all comparable to that. Look—" He reached forward, grabbing your phone and holding the picture up to be beside his face. "Look at the difference! Model who has won Japan's hottest man at least eight times before he's 30 to me— Look at him!"

"It's not even like that!" You snatched your phone back and stared at him in frustration. "He's my ex, I do not want him!"

He waved his hands in front of your face. "I know how this will go. You think you like me and then your super hot and super sexy ex-whatever makes you realize the familiarity is good. Then I get dumped." He straightened, latching his hands onto the lapels of his jacket. "I just realized I am a side character. In my own life. Goddammit."

He barely glanced at you as he paid for the dinner, then left as quickly as he could. Still, you didn't even know his name.

Satoru oooo taking you awhile to respondddd still in love with me? (人◕ω◕)

#♡ oneshot #✩࿐ t writes #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fic

[dauntlessallure]

𖤐 ⸝⸝ ˚ ┊ BANDS A MAKE HER DANCE ⋆

〝 ⠀ ݁⠀𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 , 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 , 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 , & 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 ❜ ⠀݁

【 SYNOPSIS 】— giving the jjk!men a show.

【 CONTENTS 】— stripper!reader , implied smut , fem-bodied reader , dryhumping , degradation, groping , grinding , dirty talk , consensual non consent ( for context reasons lol ) , semi established relationship + sugar daddy ( w/ nanami ) , reader is a bit of a s l u t aren’t we all though ? , kissing , daddy kink ( in toji & nanami’s ) , spanking , MDNI + any other missing tags .ᐟ

【 PAIRING 】— jjk!men x stripper!reader

【 WORD COUNT 】— 1k

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

im STILL working on boxer!toji but for now , imma let y’all EAT. :) i had this plot bunny in my brain for a while so i went ahead and finished it up. reblogs are appreciated <3. comment to join the tag list. this work is not yet proof read.

— ❥ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

gojo is well . . gojo , if the man has an excuse to go to the local stripclub ? best believe that man is going to be there in a heartbeat. he just wants to see if you’re working tonight, satoru was your favorite client after all. he was never stingy with his money but better yet , there was something about him that just made you want to bend the rules of your own contract just a little. maybe it was all the pretty little names he’d call you everytime you’d give him a dance, or maybe it’s the way your slowly grinding your hips down onto his growing erection. fuck — you were driving him crazy. “ shiiiiiit princess , you’re making me hard and you’ve just bearly started. “ gojo wanted to just grab you & pin you to the wall of the private room you two were in. “ mmhm , i can feel it. but remember ~ “ you’d begin to move your hips in slow - rhythmic circles against his lap, the feeling of the restricted fabric pressing itself up into your barely clothed cunt was really testing your own patience. “ no touching satoru, you’ll have to pay extra for that. “ satoru whined softly, lightly pressing his hips up against your ass as he reached for his wallet. “ fuck all that , you can drain my bank account fucking dry for all i care. “ the white haired man basically threw all the cash in his wallet which was a lot to the small table to his left before digging his fingertips into the flesh of your hips , pulling you back onto his lap in one swift motion making your head spin. “ think you can handle all of me baby ? hm ? tell me. “ satoru purred against the skin of your neck. you were definitely in for it tonight.

— ❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

today was suguru’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than being pulled to a strip club by his closest friends. geto had never been , though he’s heard all about it from gojo’s loud mouth. all of the other dancers were beautiful , geto wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his composer until his eyes landed on you. you were relatively new to being an exotic dancer but you’d have no problem grabbing almost anyone’s attention when they stumbled into your sight. “ don’t be a wuss man , go ask her for a dance. “ gojo pushed on suguru’s shoulder which made geto shoot satoru a glare. but before geto could do anything , you’d be the one who makes a move first. grabbing onto his hand, geto’s gaze shoots down at you almost in shock. “ sorry to interrupt you , but a special someone has told me it’s your birthday. looks like you’ll be getting a private dance from me tonight. “ suguru’s expression was priceless. he looked back at gojo , gojo shrugged. “ wasn’t me man. “ that’s when shoko popped her head out from behind satoru. “ oh ! yeah , have fun geto. “ shoko did this ??!! suguru expected this type of thing from satoru but from shoko ?! , geto blinked at shoko before being pulled away by you. five minutes into the private session and suguru was hard as a rock which you couldn’t help but to chuckle at. he was attractive , long hair that you just wanted to sink your fingers into. “ someone’s getting excited. “ you chuckle out as you placed both hands onto his thighs, your tits on full display for geto to stare at. geto felt like he was gonna lose it, he couldn’t possibly take it. “ f— . . fuck me. “ was the only thing suguru could mutter out as he continued to watch you dance.

— ❥ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

unlike both suguru and the headache that is gojo , nanami doesn’t need stripclubs. even though yours and nanami’s sensual relationship did spark from a local gentlemen’s club , you’ve left that lifestyle behind long ago. you’ve established a very strong connection with nanami since then, even making more money now working for nanami privately. he’s vowed to keep you happy by spoiling you beyond oblivion. you were so grateful for kento , grateful enough to be standing in front of him wearing the brand new lingerie set he had custom made just for you. nanami kept a hard gaze on your figure as he raised his finger up and twirling it in a circular motion, signaling for you to spin for him. you slowly spun around allowing kento to get a good look, the color of the lingerie made your complexion pop while the lacy material hugged the curves of both your ass and your tits to perfection. nanami’s never seen a sight so beautiful. “ do you like it ? “ he questioned , patting his thigh. you’d nod quickly, getting a good look at yourself in the full body mirror to your left. “ i love it , thank you daddy. “ kento smiled. “ c’mere , i wanna see my perfect baby up close. “ you waltzed your way over to nanami , turning around to place yourself onto nanami’s lap , grinding yourself on his thighs. he immediately groaned followed by a small chuckle, placing a few chaste kisses along your shoulder while his large hands began to rub over the skin of your tummy “ hm , daddy thinks you look gorgeous but i’d rather see you uncovered for now. is that okay ? “ you nodded. RIIIIIIP. he’s done tore the fabric off of your body. “ nanami ! “ , “ don’t worry , i’ll get you more. “

— ❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

let’s be honest , this man spends every pretty penny he’s got at the stripclub. it’s the toji thing to do. especially spending everything he’s got just to get a private dance from you. toji quickly became one of your regular clients as he pretty much came in weekly to see you. over the course of a couple of months, you & toji began to take your private sessions up to the next level. you two just couldn’t get enough of each other, you dancing around and shaking your ass for him just wasn’t enough. toji now has you on his lap , his tongue lodging itself into your warm mouth. you were squirming under his touch , your now soaked underwear was making a wet spot on his pants while you ground on him. toji pulled back from the kiss only to laugh at how wet you’ve gotten, only making him harder. “ look at cha , makin’ a mess on me & i haven’t even got ya naked yet. “ his voice alone could make you gush all over him even more, toji let his hand smack across the plush of your ass. “ let me guess , you want more huh ? i should’ve known you were a dirty fuckin’ slut. “ you gasped as toji wrapped his arms around the small of your waist and pressed your weight down onto his throbbing length through his pants, “ t-toji ! “ a small whimper leaving your lips as more of your arousal seeped through the rough fabric. “ aht , aht , that’s not my name. . tell me whatcha want baby. “ how humiliating, but you loved everything about it. “ d—daddy .ᐟ i wanna feel you inside. “ toji chuckled before releasing his grip from around your waist, tapping your thigh as a sign for you to stand up. “ atta girl , now the panties . . lose em. “

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

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Captured.

A Continuation of This Piece.

Pairing: Yandere!Geto x Reader x Yandere!Gojo (JJK).

Word Count: 3.3k.

TW: AFAB!Reader, Dub/Con -> Non/Con, Implied Kidnapping, Oral Sex, Threesomes, The Pervasive Aire of Homoerotica, Slight Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Violence, Intimidation, and Biting. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

He let you wait outside while he booked a room. It was a test, obviously – to see if you’d try and run as soon as he let you out of his sight. You didn’t. You kept your back pressed against the peeling cement wall and your hands in your pockets as the man at the front desk screamed, as you listened to the slick sounds of carnage and Geto’s muffled laughter. By the time he came out, his clothes dotted with dark stains and his hands lathered in the same dripping scarlet, you thought you might’ve been too sick for whatever he wanted to do with you.

He held up a hand, two keys and their accompanying plastic tags hanging from each finger. “Pick a number, one through ten.”

You just wanted to get this over with. Then, you wouldn’t have to worry about monsters or mysterious men or any of this ever again. “Eight.”

“Oh, the honeymoon suite.” Your eyes widened, and he cocked his head to the side. “Kidding, kidding. That’ll have to wait, for now.”

The room was nicer than you’d expected. Not quite the oppressively beige monstrosity you’d feared, but not as far from the eye-bleedingly pink love hotel that’d be the permanent backdrop in your worst nightmares as you would’ve liked. Currently, you were sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed with faux-velvet sheets, staring at your feet as Geto washed his hands in the in-suite bathroom. So lost in your own spiraling thoughts, you didn’t notice the water shutting off, didn’t hear him approaching you until the mattress dipped at your side and a pair of hands came to rest on either side of your waist. In one smooth, effortless motion, you were hauled into his lap, left to balance on his thigh as his eyes raked over you unabashedly. “You should try to relax. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were afraid of me.” His hand fell to the hem of your sweater. You’d gotten dressed in a blind panic after waking up to an apartment crawling with those awful things, but now, you regretted not throwing on as many layers as you could, not putting as many barriers as you could between yourself and the feeling of his calloused fingers skirting over your skin. “I can help take the edge off, if you’d like.”

For the first time that day, you felt a spark of relief. “Do you have anything? I’m alright with pills.”

“I was thinking something more along the lines of…” His hand splayed over your stomach, his tone laced with a dark edge. “Choking you until you black-out, then having my way with your helpless body?”

“Oh.” Just as quickly, that spark was extinguished – crushed under an unforgiving heel and stamped into total nonexistence. “I… I think I’d rather be awake, thank you.”

He hummed, tapping two fingers against your hip. “Have it your way, little one.”

Without warning, you were thrown onto the center of the bed. Before you could haul yourself up, before you could fully realize what was going on, Geto was between your open legs, mouth latched onto the inside of your thigh and his hands tearing at your shorts. The flimsy material gave away easily, and your panties didn’t last much longer. You took back what you’d said about wearing less revealing clothes; making this take any longer than it already did would’ve been torture. As deftly as he worked, the knot of dread forming in your chest was faster, quickly overshadowing every rational thought you might’ve had in favor of telling you that you weren’t supposed to be here, that this was dangerous, that you didn’t know what was going on, that you—

His broad tongue laved over your now-exposed slit, and your panicked mind went completely blank. His mouth was hot, and he didn’t waste time, latching onto your clit and sucking before you could think to push him away. Your body, nerves fried by adrenaline and senses dialed up to the point of hypersensitivity, responded immediately, your back arching as you struggled to swallow back a fractured moan. He encouraged your reactions, laving over your clit as two of his fingers found their way to your now-dripping entrance.

His digits slipped into you without resistance, scissoring apart and splitting you open as your own hands balled around the sheets, as you locked your jaw into place and did what little you could swallow back any sounds that’d make you seem more pathetic than you already were. Your pitiful attempts at resistance earned a throaty chuckle that reverberated against your clit and made your thighs clench together. Vaguely, in the distance, you felt his hand curl around your ankle, then you were being bent in half, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he ate you out like a man starved. It was all you could do to keep your eyes shut, the tears that would’ve escaped otherwise safely locked away, to make sure you didn’t kick or thrash or do anything that’d make him decide you’d be more entertaining after you’d been half-mauled by one of his monsters. It was all you could do to keep your mind blank, to block out the terrible, wet noises rising up from between your thighs, to—

The door creaked as it swung open, and you scrambled to pull away from Geto, to cover yourself before someone saw you being brought to the brink of climax by a murderer. He held you in place, though, his grip turning vice-like as he kept you splayed-open and on-display for the familiar, white-haired stranger now standing in the doorway. “Satoru,” Geto started, still idly pumping his fingers into you. “How kind of you to join—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, Gojo had him pinned to the far wall, a small crater blown into the cement where the point of collision would’ve been. You could see an orb of blinding, blue light forming in his other hand, but Geto only clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Keep your dick in your pants, pervert,” he purred, eyes flitting to you. “There are innocents nearby.”

The orb of light disappeared, but Gojo didn’t move. “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty.”

You watched a first form at Geto’s side, watched in a daze as his knuckles collided with Gojo’s cheek with enough force to send him flying across the room and into the side of the bed, fracturing the steel frame. “Me neither, ‘toru.”

Letting out a ragged exhale, Gojo pushed himself to his feet and their conversation devolved into a rush of blows and kicks and insults half-finished before Gojo’s fist collided with Geto’s chin or Geto caught Gojo’s throat in his teeth. Clothes were torn, blood spilled across cheap carpeting, and you blinked once, twice, before shaking your head and hauling yourself up and taking stock of the situation.

They were fighting. Eventually, one of them would probably win, and that winner would probably want to fuck you. Maybe, after that, one of them would also help you. Maybe.

Gojo caught Geto’s hair in his fist and pulled. You could’ve sworn you heard Geto moan.

Okay. Alright. Yeah. No. Fuck this, actually.

Slowly, careful not to make a sound, you stood up and pulled your sweater down to cover your still dripping cunt before inching towards the door which was, surprisingly, still in one piece (it would dawn on you later that Geto must’ve left it unlatched, if not open, much to your delayed mortification). You could figure something else out. There were two other people who knew about your monsters, which meant there must’ve been at least one more. Gojo had been wearing a uniform, when you first met him, running for your life from the mangled mess of teeth and claws that’d managed to sink its talons into you, and you thought you’d heard him mention a school. You could find someone else, someone who wouldn’t ask for sex, someone who wouldn’t know your name before you introduced yourself, someone who’d give you a protective charm or a talisman and then demand for money or unpaid labor in return. You could—

It felt like vertigo, like the surface of the Earth had shifted underneath you. Your body tilted, collapsed, and then Gojo’s arm was wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed into your back and his fingers burrowed into the flesh of your side. “Trying to get away?” His voice was raspy. Geto must’ve gotten his throat. “That’s not very nice.”

“You were the one who burst in uninvited and distracted me,” Geto muttered. His lip was busted, and he cracked his nose back into place as he hauled himself up from the floor. “If you hadn’t interrupted us, they’d still be cumming on my tongue so adorably.”

Gojo didn’t seem to pay him any mind. His attention remained fixed on you, his free hand drifting to your vulnerable pussy. Using his thumb, he gathered some of the slick staining your inner thighs, toying with it as he spoke. “I thought the first time I touched you like this would be more romantic.” He paused, his ears ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Or, the first time I touched you while you were awake, at least. It… it got harder to control myself, toward the end.”

You snapped to Geto, teeth bared. “This wasn’t what we agreed to. I don’t want to—”

“Don’t talk to him.” His fingers slipped into you, curling against the walls of your cunt. Your breath hitched in your chest, and Gojo pressed a fleeting kiss into your cheek. “Don’t look at him. He’s not supposed to be here.”

“I could say the same thing about you, Satoru.” Stretching his back, he made his way back to the bed and collapsed onto it, letting out a strained groan. “If I hadn’t been so kind as to donate all of those very valuable, very hard-to-come-by curses to your pitiful cause, you would’ve waited… how long? Another year before so much as breathing the same air as your little crush?” His half-lidded stare met yours, and he smirked. “You should have a taste. The poor thing is heavenly when they’re scared.”

“He’s always been this bossy. I’m sorry you had to deal with him on your own.” Gojo drew back, but didn’t let you go. Rather, he looped an arm under your knees and pulled you off your feet, carrying you back to that fucking bed. He laid you out with more care than Geto had, but his expression remained uncannily blank. He’d been blindfolded the first time you’d met, and whatever eyewear he’d come with had been either removed or torn away, revealing eyes that were almost painfully blue. The only mercy was his hair – long enough to fall over his face and obscure his empty gaze, his parted lips. His hand drifted to your injured leg, still bandaged from the knee down, and his lips quirked downward. “I’m sorry you had to get hurt, too. But…” He smiled, leaned in until his forehead rested against yours. “It’s good that we’ll get to be together, right?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to tell him to stop touching you, to let you go home, but you couldn’t go home, so you said nothing.

Geto let out an exaggerated yawn. “I didn’t put this little reunion together because I wanted to hear you talk, ‘toru.”

“See what I mean? So fucking bossy.” And yet, one of his hands fell away from you. You heard fabric rustle, metal clink, and then his cock was free, prodding against the inside of your thigh. You could feel your heart drop into your stomach as your eyes broke away from his and raked over his pale shaft, his flushed head, already leaking beads of ivory precum. He was tall. They were both massive, but nothing attached to a human being should’ve been that big. “You’re lucky I’m letting you watch.”

“Who said I’d be watching?” So preoccupied by your own terror, you didn’t notice Geto shifting until you felt his hands on your sides, then at the hem of your sweater, pulling your only remaining protection over your head. You scrambled to stop him, but there wouldn’t have been much you could to do fend him off at your best, let alone in the state you’d been reduced to tonight. With a breathy chuckle, he finished stripping you down, his attention immediately falling to your chest. “You wouldn’t want me leaving you alone with him, would you, little one?” He bowed his head, catching your nipple with his teeth and pulling harshly. A pained whine slipped past your lips before you could choke it back, and he turned towards Gojo, grinning. “See? They like me.”

Whatever rage Gojo felt, he managed to bury it beneath a soft smile, a pulse of pure electricity in his eyes as he took his cock in his hand, dragging the tip over your entrance. You thrashed, kicked, fought, but he only cooed as he thrust into you, like he was trying to comfort you. Like you would need to be comforted if he just stopped.

He bottomed out, his hips pressing into yours with a blissful sigh, and you lurched forward, moving to claw at his eyes, to wrap your hands around his throat, to do something. Geto caught your wrists before you could so much as touch him, though – laughing as he forced your arms flush against the mattress. As Gojo started to move in earnest, Geto slotted his lips against yours, taking advantage of your distress to force his tongue into your mouth while Gojo fucked you open, whatever gentleness he’d been attempting to show you falling away in favor of burying himself that much deeper in your tight heat. As soon as Geto pulled away, Gojo took his place, his kiss not quite as aggressive but no less invasive, no less unwelcome. You should’ve never left your apartment. You should’ve never run from your monsters. At least they might’ve been kind enough to kill you quickly.

By the time he broke away from you, your vision was spotted with black, your lungs aching from a lack of oxygen. Jerkily, he straightened his back and raised a hand, his fingers soon tangled in Geto’s hair. You watched in a daze as teeth clashed against teeth and lips collided with a bruising force, and considered the terrifying possibility that you might’ve been the first person either of them had ever kissed.

Gojo’s pace turned erratic, his hold on your hip crushing. His pelvic bone caught on your clit every time he thrust into you. You’d been able to control yourself when faced with Geto’s teasing, but now, every little cracked moan and pained whimper slid past your lips, barely audible above the sound of slick squelching and skin slapping against skin. Unwillingly, you clenched around him, and Gojo doubled over with a throaty groan, burying his face in the side of your neck. You felt his mouth on your throat, then his teeth, sinking into your skin deep enough to draw blood. You clenched your eyes shut, willing your body to go numb to the pain, to ignore the coil of pure agony winding tighter in your core, but Geto caught your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back and stare up at him. “Trying to run away again so soon?”

“S-stop,” you half-sobbed, trying to pry his hand away from your face. “Don’t touch me—”

“We’ll have to bring a gag along, next time. That is, unless you learn to be more appreciative.” He shrugged his sweatpants below his waist, wrapping his fist around his cock and guiding it to your lips. “Open up, little one.”

You grit your teeth, keeping your mouth shut as tightly as you could, but Gojo bit down on your collarbone and you screamed, jerking against him. Geto took advantage of your misery, slipping a thumb into your mouth and prying your teeth apart, forcing his cock down your throat. “Bite down,” he muttered, voice low and tone sharpened, “and I’ll make sure he knocks you up.”

A wave of cold dread washed over you, but you didn’t have time to linger on your newly realized fear. Geto was already fucking your skull, already leaving you struggling not to choke as you tried to remember how to breathe around him. Where Gojo was uncontrolled, Geto almost seemed… unaffected, holding your head in place while he rolled his hips with the idle pace of a man determined to milk every second he could out of you. It was unbearable; the burning in your throat, the heat in your core, the feeling of Gojo battering into your cunt until you couldn’t stop your legs from twitching, your back from arching, your pussy from clenching around Gojo’s length and drawing a sinful noise from somewhere deep in his chest. You let out a ragged moan half-suffocated by Geto’s cock, and then you were coming undone around him, your body convulsing underneath his. Gojo wasn’t far behind. With a hitched groan, he pressed his hips into yours and pushed another open-mouthed kiss into your neck, making no attempt to pull out before flooding your pussy with something thick and awful.

Geto wasn’t far behind, his eyes falling shut as he came down your throat. For the longest time, neither of them moved, Geto forcing you to choke down every last drop of his cum while Gojo stare down at you, eyes blank and lips parted, his expression caught somewhere between tender and awe-struck.

Finally, he glanced away from you, looking to Geto instead. “Let’s switch. I want to feel their mouth.”

Geto let out a breath of a chuckle. With your body limp, your jaw slack, he pulled away from you, leaning just close enough to let his lips brush against your temple before straightening his back and moving to take Gojo’s place between your legs. “Whatever you say, lover boy.”

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Hours later, when your skin was little more than a patchwork of hickeys and bruises and you couldn’t feel anything save for a constant, excruciating ache in your cunt, Geto had fallen asleep with his arm around your waist and Gojo laid next to you, head propped on his fist and a soft smile painted across his lips. You could see the sun starting to rise from behind the thin motel curtains, feel the dread that accompanied being in a strange place with strange men at a strange time, but it all seemed secondary, pushed to a distance by your exhaustion, your devastation. When Gojo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you out of Geto’s hold, all you could summon was a whine of protest, and even that was quickly glazed over with an airy laugh, a quiet hush.

Geto’s shirt (discarded three hours in, when he stepped aside for a shower while Gojo made you cum on his tongue for the fourth time) was pulled over your head, Gojo’s glasses (lost in the initial fight, found briefly while Geto was bouncing you on his cock with one hand and jerking Gojo off with the other, then lost again) snagged off the floor and pocketed. As he slipped out of the beaten motel door, you shut your eyes against the dim light, burying your face in his chest, and he encouraged you to, cupping the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss into your forehead. With his lips still lingering against your skin, he spoke, his voice muffled by his proximity. “It’s alright. You can sleep, if you need to.”

It might’ve been sweeter, if you hadn’t been able to feel every inch of his smile cutting into your skin.

“I promised I’d keep you safe, didn’t I?”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #yandere jjk #jjk imagines #yandere geto suguru #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #yandere gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #yanderecore #yancore

[hiraethwrote]

just come home pt. 2 - satoru gojo

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[satoru gojo - f!reader] ✧ summary: dealing with the breakup has been hard for the both of you, and it doesn't help when your randomly bump into each other ✧ cw: angst, some fluff, denial, slight intoxication, somewhat proofread ✧ word count: 3.6k

part 1

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35 days has passed since he had last seen you, let alone heard your voice and he never knew he could miss something so much. The first week after everything had went down, he had blown up your phone in hopes you two could talk it through. But he hadn’t been so lucky, as he was sent straight to voicemail every time.

He was dying to know how you were doing, wondering if you were as miserable without him as he found himself to be without you. Every time he stepped into the abandoned apartment, the scene of you leaving him played over and over in his head. It wasn’t until your friend had picked up all your stuff he realised how imprinted you were in the apartment. It didn’t feel like home to him anymore.

The apartment was, in theory, Satoru’s. In the beginning, you spent the night every now and then. But the relationship was just so intense, quickly escalating to spending the night, every night. Eventually you both figured it was just better you moved in, so you wouldn’t have to travel in between places for small necessities. As time went on, your stuff and decor brought new life to the place, something he had wanted for a long time but never taken the time to do. But now every trace of your time in his apartment was erased and he couldn’t stand being there.

“She’s not telling me anything, Satoru,” Suguru sighed as he was continuously begging him to spill whatever he had heard from you. Throughout your relationship, it was only natural for you to get to know his friends. Therefore, Suguru had reached out to you once he learned what had happened. But much to Satoru’s dismay, you gave short replies, only answering out of pure politeness.

“She’s a chatty person, I find it hard to believe she’s sending you one-word texts.”

With a sigh, Suguru threw his phone at him, taking Satoru by surprise. “Have a look for yourself.” Suguru didn’t have to ask him twice as he instantly entered the texts exchanged between the two of you. Not only did you answer shortly, but you took your sweet time sending any form of reply. But once he saw the last message he had received from you was yesterday, his heart did a small jump. It was the first sign he’d seen himself that you were even alive.

y/n: doing fine. hope you have a nice weekend too :)

His eyes kept staring at the small screen, fighting the urge to start typing anything just to be in contact with you. After a while, he reluctantly handed the phone back to Suguru.

“Happy now?” Suguru asked, earning him a cold glare from Satoru. “If I’m gonna be honest, I thought the two of you had been having issues for a while.” His glare instantly softened and his entire demeanour had changed into one of pure sadness.

“Come again?”

“You can’t be serious, Satoru?” Suguru asked tauntingly, his voice dripping with disappointment. “You hate work. I thought the first time you volunteered to stay after a meeting, you guys had been fighting and you were just being petty.”

“I’m not petty,” Satoru raced to defend himself.

“That’s beside the point!” Suguru said, rolling his eyes. “You know how you can get. I thought you just wanted to piss her off, but it kept happening. I tried asking you about it, but you just brushed it off every time.”

“I’m telling you, we were fine. There were no issues!”

“You keep saying that, but something changed. Satoru, do you remember the last time Shoko or I begged you to shut up about her?” Now that Suguru mentioned it, Satoru began to think about what Suguru had said and realised he was making a point.

He felt as if his heart was breaking all over again, to hear how even his friends had managed to pick up on his blatant disregard for his girlfriend, but it had managed to slip right by him. And because of that, the image of you, choked with tears because of him was forever burned into his mind.

“I just really want her back!” He stuttered, clearly in despair which caught Suguru off guard. For all the times Satoru had explained the situation to his friends, he had never really let his emotions show to anyone. He kept all that locked up until he was sound in his bed, when he couldn’t keep it together anymore. Nearly every night since you’d left, he fell asleep crying.

“It’s not like you deserve it.”

Satoru scoffed. “I never meant for this to happen, Suguru." He really didn’t appreciate his closest friend going against him on the matter, even though he was fully aware it was what he deserved.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” his friend shrugged. “But it did. This is the bed you made, it’s time you lay in it.” Every word that left Suguru’s mouth was entirely true, and Satoru hated himself for it. Ever since he last saw you, he had tried to convince himself this wasn’t his fault, that there was no way for him to have seen this coming. But every time he went down that road, he came to the same conclusion that he could have avoided it a hundred times over.

Satoru was definitely blaming himself enough, to the point where he was in no mood to sit there and listen to his friend spew statements of how badly he screwed up, so he got up from his seat and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?”

He didn’t even bother answering Suguru, as he slammed the door behind him as he left.

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It had been the longest and most dreadful 35 days of your life. Luckily, your friend had been kind enough to open her home to you and put absolutely no pressure for you to leave anytime soon.

She’d been asleep when you came banging on her door in the middle of the night, extremely confused at first when you had just collapsed into a bundle of sobs on her living room floor. Once she’d wiped the sleep out of her eyes, she had managed to decipher your broken words into a coherent narrative about how you and Satoru had broken up.

The first week was definitely the worst, huddled up on her couch in a blanket, only getting up to go to the bathroom. She had provided you with whatever you needed; ice cream, movies and takeout. You name it, and she brought it.

You were thankful she’d just let you have some time to be a complete mess before being forced to deal with life again. So after the first week, she started to pull you out of you comfort zone in order for you to start a healing process. At first, she just had you help her cook dinner, then she brought you along to shop for groceries. Before you knew it, you found yourself doing your makeup again which seemed like a huge step. Finally you were putting in some effort in making yourself feel a little better. It felt like a breath of fresh air when you returned to a form of normalcy.

That didn’t mean it hurt any less. In the moments you found yourself thinking about your relationship — past relationship — the sadness struck you all over again, and it didn’t seem like it would fade away just yet. But it had at least become manageable, and it was nice falling asleep without sobbing to the point where you couldn’t breathe.

Finally, your progress had resulted in the first social outing since the breakup. Your friend had been invited to a barbecue, and she had begged for you to join her. After some convincing, you decided it would actually be nice to go out and meet some people and regain some of the social life you had lost.

That’s how you found yourself in the grocery store, trying to find anything to bring to the barbecue, not wanting to come empty handed. You stopped your search when you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. Turning to face the person, you immediately froze, your breath hitching in your throat.

A few feet from you, Satoru was standing, his mouth slightly hanging open. You felt your heart begin to race, banging against your chest like a hummingbird.

Time stood still as you both stared at each other, wondering who would be the one to break the ice first. Wrapping your arms around yourself in comfort, you tightened your grip to contain the overwhelming feelings filling your body.

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“You didn’t see his face, y/n. I mean, he has never been embarrassed like that before,” Satoru laughed. He had his arm tossed over your shoulders, while your arm was wrapped around his waist, stumbling down the deserted street. It was definitely not unlike the two of you to leave a party early, as you both much more preferred only each others company.

“Why didn’t you come and get me?” You whined. “I would have loved to see a girl get Suguru all flustered.”

“I mean, she was hot too. Way out of his league.” With the hand resting in his waist, you pinched hard.

“Watch it mister!” You growled, but in reality you were chocking back the drunk giggle that was bubbling up inside you. “If she was so hot, why don’t you go see if she wants to join you for the night.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulders, and released your grip on him. However, he was quick to grab ahold of your hand again and pulled you towards him so you collided with his chest.

“Oh, don’t be like that, pretty girl.” His voice was teasing you, clearly not taking your fake anger seriously. He wrapped one arm around your waist, making it impossible for you to pull away. The other hand grabbed your face before he began to place a bunch of kisses all over your face.

“Satoru!” You squealed in between giggles. Pressing your hands against his chest, you tried to push him away and get out of his grip, but to no prevail.

“What? You don’t want my kisses?” He pouted, loosening his grip, but you remained close to him. “Maybe that girl is interested in them instead?.” His eyes were so soft as he looked down on you, a small genuine smile dancing on his lips. Even with his playful attitude, you had zero concern he would even consider going back to her.

“You’re a funny guy, aren’t you?” You hooked your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes leaning in closer.

“I think I'm hilarious.” Your nose brushed against his, your lips only an inch apart. His hot breath touched your skin, and his eyes travel your face.

“What makes you think she’d even go for you, darling?” His head fell back in laughter, as you flashed him a huge grin, still hanging on around his neck.

“Suguru’s a handsome guy. If I were her-“

“Shut up,” Satoru cut you off before he finally connected his lips with yours in a sweet and passionate kiss. The butterflies went wild as you felt him smile into the kiss. “Doesn’t matter anyway. You’re the only girl I have eyes for.” He said after he reluctantly pulled away.

“Keep it that way,” you giggled before pulling him in for another kiss.

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It was strange to see him again, and a new sensation of melancholy entertained you. From the second you’d left his apartment, you began to picture what it would be like to see him again. You imagined you’d be struck with the same sorrow of that night, only thinking of how he had been unable to provide for your needs. But you found yourself only thinking of the good memories you had shared with him. Every sweet affirmation, every gentle touch, just in general the time spent together.

“Hi,” you croaked, observing how his body was brought back to reality at the sound of your voice. He took a few steps closer and removed his signature sunglasses. Seeing his captivating eyes in person for the first time in so long made you tighten the grip around yourself even more, if that was even possible.

“Hey.” His voice didn’t have the same unease as yours, but it was visible on his stance he wasn’t as confident as he usually was. “What brings you here?”

“To the grocery store?”

“Yeah, what brings you to the grocery store?” Satoru repeated awkwardly, trying to play off his weak attempt to make small talk, his cheeks turning to a faded shade of pink.

“Well, I’m going to a barbecue party so just wanted to bring something.”

“Barbecue party. Fun!”

Seeing you again was overwhelming for him as well, and created a twinge of hurt within him. You looked so different from the last time he saw you. There was a hint of a glow in you he hadn’t seen in a long time, and it hit him again that he was the one who had smothered that glow in you in the first place.

Satoru knew he couldn’t continue to lie to himself much longer, and seeing you again was what made him realise that. Right now, looking at you wearing a cute summer dress, looking absolutely stunning, he saw the extreme contrast in your person compared to a month ago. He finally had a clear visual of how his ignorance had truly damaged you, when time away from him had brought a new form of life into you.

What was even worse, was how he could still see the love you had for him in your eyes. From the moment you had gotten together, one could never have doubted the fact that you loved Satoru Gojo. And you’re unwavering love for him had made him feel so safe and seen, like he’d never experienced before. Which was probably the reason he’d let everything get to this point. He knew your feelings for him wouldn’t change if he stayed late a few times, because you never hesitated to show your affection. He just took it for granted he did the same. To him, it wasn’t a question if he was entirely devoted to you, since he was so adamant that he was willing to do absolutely anything for you. He just sort of figured he had given you the same reassurance he’d received. But looking back, he could clearly see that wasn’t the case.

“I hope it’ll be,” you said with a weak smile and his heart fluttered instantly.

“I thought you weren’t big on barbecues though,” he dared chuckle a little.

“I'm not, but figured it was a good opportunity to meet some people.”

He so wanted to reach out his hand and cup your soft cheek, slowly stroking his thumb while his other hand intertwined with yours.

“How are you?” He blurted out, asking the question he had dreaded the answer to.

“Well, I’ve been better,” you stuttered. “But getting there I suppose. Taking it one day at a time. You?”

Whatever dumb thing he thought of answering, trying to conceal how broken he had been the past month, would do no good as you would see right through him. He simply shrugged, which was received by a compassionate, yet sad smile from you.

“You look great, by the way,” he gestured towards you, causing you to blush.

“Thank you,” you whispered, not able to peer your eyes off of him. He was still as gorgeous as ever, but he didn’t look the same. He clearly wasn’t sleeping well, dark circles under his eyes. Knowing him, he probably wasn’t eating well either. But his snow white hair fell the same way, and his eyes looked at you the way they always did. “I have to get going.”

“Wait-“ Satoru quickly interjected, stepping closer again so he was only standing two feet away from you. “Would you like to grab coffee or something sometime?” He sounded so unbelievably innocent, almost like a child as he made his suggestion. He anxiously waited for your answer, his shoulders tense with anticipation.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Gojo.” He flinched ever so slightly at the use of his last name, something you’d never done in the span of your relationship. It created a new distance between the two of you that felt untouchable.

“Don’t you think we could both benefit from talking about everything? I mean, things ended very abruptly-“ he quickly shut up when your friend joined your side, pure fury written all over her.

His posture changed, immediately portraying more confident. He seemed now like the Satoru everyone knew, but you saw through his façade.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than torture this poor girl?”

“We were simply chatting.” Satoru tried to play it cool by flashing your friend a smug grin, but it only seemed to fuel the fire.

“Suddenly have time for her now?” He squinted at her comment, knowing it was more than called for. It didn’t stop the urge he had to fire back at her. “Hope your job promotes you, so it’s all worth it at least.”

“I don’t see how this concerns you,” he replied, trying to keep a considerate tone, but you knew better than to think it was genuine.

“It concerns me when she’s absolutely inconsolable, bawling her eyes out in my apartment.” Your friend didn’t need to go into further detail for him to get a pretty clear picture of the scene. He had, after all, been unfortunate enough to witness it himself.

“I just want a few words with y/n alone,” he said, a hint of desperation in his voice. Your friend was about to continue to argue, but you placed a hand on her shoulder, signaling for her to put down her pitchfork.

“It’s okay,” you took a deep breath. “Just wait by the register and I’ll be with you shortly.” She gave one last stern look in Satoru’s direction before doing as you requested.

Looking at Satoru, his cocky expression had disappeared the second your friend had turned a corner. It felt so bittersweet, seeing the kind person you knew inside out, standing before you so fragile. Old habits die hard, and you felt yourself fighting the urge to stroke his cheek and comfort him.

“Y/n, I just feel like there is a lot of stuff that we’ve left unsaid.” His calm, cool and collected manner had been thrown out the window and he resembled himself the evening of the breakup. “I never got to say my piece or apologise properly.”

“I know,” was all you said, using every fiber of your body to seem levelheaded. You observed how he constantly tried to reach out for you, but stopped himself every time out of respect.

“Believe me when I say, I truly am sorry. I’ve never regretted anything more.”

“I know,” you repeated, same calm tone.

“Maybe it would give us a chance to heal properly if everything is out in the open. So we both know exactly what the other is thinking.”

“Gojo-“

“No, please, listen. I know I messed up and I really want to fix this!” He rambled on, his desperation resembling the one from that night

“Gojo-“

“Maybe even there’s a chance for us-“

“Satoru,” you said sternly, finally silencing his tangent. Your eyes flickered between his as you saw him trying to find the focus to calm his breathing. “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

You saw the heartbreak wash over him, his shoulders falling in disappointment as he whispered your name. You’d missed hearing him speak it with such tender care.

“I am finally starting to get back on track. I’ve even started looking for an apartment,” you said with a sad chuckle. You wanted to show him, and yourself, that you had gotten to the point that you could at least manage to not completely breakdown when you were out in public. “I stand by what I said that night.”

“And you should! You deserve to be loved, and I can be that person. I am that person! There has never been a moment where I haven’t loved you.”

“Satoru, stop it.” You raised your voice slightly. “This is not the time or place for this.” It seemed as it wasn’t until now he was reminded of where you were standing. You gathered up the courage and walked up to him, carefully placing your hand on his cheek. The second you felt his cheek against your hand, you felt as if your skin was on fire.

Satoru didn't hesitate eitherm to place his big hand over yours as hea leaned into your touch. His eyes became glossy, realising how much he had craved feeling your skin against him again. “I just think I need to be the most important person in my life for a while.” He slowly began to nod in agreement, and you heard his breath began to quicken like it had done previously.

He licked his lips, trying to find his words. “See you around then?” His voice was unsteady and his chin quivered.

“Yeah, probably,” you spoke sadly. You let your hand fall from his face, but he held onto your hand until you were too far away. In a way, it felt as if both of you were aware that your story wasn’t over just yet. Satoru was right, there was a lot of stuff still left out in the open which made you believe there were still chapters to be written, whether they were good or bad. But it brought you some form of comfort.

Drying the single tear that had fallen from your eye, you turned away and began to walk away. “You look beautiful, darling,” he said, making your head turn one last time. You gave him a sad smile before he disappeared out of view.

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tags: @alisstaa

a/n: oh my, thank you guys so much for all the positive feedback on part one. it is greatly appreciated and really motivates me to write. that being said, i am not as happy with part two as part one but i rewrote it like two times and i guess it's alright. its more important you like it rather than i. hope you guys like it, and again thank you guys so so much for the feedback. reblogs, comments are greatly valued

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[junosmindpalace]

AGAINST ALL ODDS

☾ ft. satoru gojo

☾ sfw. a back and forth between you and satoru gojo has led to this very moment.

the scoreboard hasn’t been very well in your odds ever since you’ve met satoru gojo. 

you gave into his antics the first day you met him when he made an irritating comment about you looking weak and unassuming. you took the comments personally and retaliated; rookie mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. despite your outburst about his bad mouth and self-entitlement, you could get no reaction out of him. and so, point one went to gojo.

you threw the first punch when he dared you to take a swing at him, taunting you about how much you craved to and how much of a wuss you were that you didn’t. you missed and got in trouble with yaga for attempting to start a fight. point two to gojo.

still, without your knowledge, you’ve been able to accumulate some points on this metaphorical scoreboard. one day while looking for suguru on the training grounds, satoru finds you as well, fighting against him in an intense battle. you slash through his curses, dodging and weaving through his attacks with a concentrated expression, and satoru is almost mesmerised as he watches your display of agility and power. you finally get your first point.

this sort of unspoken back and forth has gone on for some time, with you occasionally giving into satoru’s antics and accidentally subjecting yourself to the humiliation it brings, and satoru finding himself humbled by your sharp wit. 

by now the score is tied, and it’s been a long battle to see who would be the tiebreaker… 

today, however, the heavens remind satoru that he alone is in their favor. 

“suguru, pass me a marker.”

satoru takes extra care in making sure the rest of his body doesn’t move an inch as he extends out his arm to do a beckoning motion, smirking at his own ingenious idea. suguru only gives him a deadpan look as he eyes his friend and you, leaning against him asleep, standing by the classroom's doorway, about to head out to report on a mission.

“you know, i actually like Y/N.”

“i do too! we’re just having some fun. i’ll do something to Y/N, Y/N’ll do something to me—well, try to at least.”

suguru raises his brows in doubt, flickering his gaze between the two of you before sighing and pushing himself away from the doorframe, departing with a final: “i’m not enabling you." before disappearing behind the wall.

satoru huffs in annoyance at his friend’s lack of cooperation, resolving to reach for it himself. “fine, then.” 

his eyes dart back and forth as he takes the most absolute care not to let this once in a lifetime opportunity go to waste. he quickly leans over to grab a whiteboard marker and then immediately straightens when he gets ahold of it. he lets out a breathy, victorious laugh when he looks over at your still unconscious figure and yanks off the cap with his teeth, reaching over to draw some unflattering images on your skin that would surely last a day or two, and surely get him even higher on your list of truly intolerable people.

but he finds himself coming to a sudden halt when you adjust yourself on his shoulder, tilting your head slightly lower, hair falling over your eyes and brows subconsciously creasing in slight distress over being disturbed in your slumber. 

and satoru feels bad.

what’s he got to feel bad about? you’d probably punch him and call him a pervert when you wake up and take notice of your somewhat intimate positioning. he goes back in with his marker.

again, you halt his actions, this time by letting out a small disgruntled noise, burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck.

it almost feels like you were challenging him, and he feels like he's losing. the right side of your face was still open for him to scribble whatever sort of crude word or drawing he wanted, but for some reason the left side smushed against his arm was willing him still.

he couldn't help but think, as you relaxed again, that you look so peaceful. he’s never seen you so so delicate looking, and it stirs a mixture of emotions in his stomach that burn in his face. he can only stare in wonder, a slight bit anxiously, as he brings a cautious finger to move the hair out of your eyes. his fingertips brush against your temple for only a moment, but the ghost of a smile lingers on the corners of your lips at the gentle touch anyway.

satoru gojo alone is the honoured one, but then again…the gods are fickle.

just as he had before, he ever so carefully closes the marker and sets it on the desk beside him, and lets out a long, shaky exhale as he clasps his hands firmly in his lap. his eyes shine as they glance over and linger at your face, yet quickly he redirects his gaze and pursues his lips.

it’s only ten minutes later when you stir awake, and satoru, who only seconds previously was lost in his own head, straightens in alarm. you groan a little as you come to and lift your face to ground yourself back into reality. when your gaze eventually meets satoru’s, wide eyed and somewhat unintelligible, you quickly jump away from him.

“what the hell were you doing on me?!”

“you were on me.” satoru smirks, and immediately melts back into his typical casual and insolent demeanour, and your face only burns in embarrassment when you realize you can’t refute.

“well why didn’t you push me away?” 

“oh, you just looked so tired and, you know—“ satoru pretends to yawn, stretching his arms over his head. “i felt bad disturbing your peace. did you know you drool in your sleep?”

“oh you are so—“

“ah, so you did wake y/n.”

both your heads shoot up toward the door where suguru stood with an arm casually propped up against the doorframe. your mouth opens and closes for several seconds before you manage to ask, horrified, “how long was i out?” 

“i don’t know. you were asleep when i left, and it’s been about…fifteen minutes? since then?”

you quickly turned back to look at satoru accusingly, but he only raises his brows up and down in a suggestive manner. you turn away from him in your embarrassment, and scold the black-haired sorcerer instead.

"and you just left me alone with this guy? you could've woke me up!"

you drop the subject fairly quickly, and satoru can't help but feel grateful, because he’s having a hard time keeping the racing of his own heart under control. he gazes downward at the floor, slightly bashful and uncomfortable with himself when he, unwillingly, reminisces on the tingling sensation he felt as you laid against him.

the tie breaking point finally goes to you. 

#an old draft i'm posting since i'm going back to school #and have no clue when i'll next have the motivation 2 write... #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jjk x reader #jjk oneshot #jjk fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo oneshot #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru oneshot

[celesteleoves]

“IM SORRY, I DIDNT MEAN IT.”

.ೃ࿐ GOJO SATORU X fem!reader

summary: satoru comes home tired and exhausted, so exhausted he lets words slip that he didn’t mean.

warnings: gojo yells at reader but doesn’t do anything otherwise, reader cries a bit, profanities, reader thinks gojo is going to get aggressive (he never would), angst at the start and fluff at the end!

a/n: first jjk drabble, cut me some slack pls 🧎‍♀️ —

he never got angry, he never let his frustrations out on others, he was always composed and energetic.

that’s how you would describe your boyfriend satoru gojo, he was cheerful and always lightened up your household in seconds the moment he entered it and when he left, it felt empty.

you knew how it is in the sorcerer world: hard, exhausting, draining, frustrating, and sometimes enjoyable. but satoru always pushed through how exhausted he felt and gave you a big smile when he got home.

but today, gojo would be too tired to keep up a cheerful front and was just exhausted. he was so drained from the countless missions he’s had this week he was bound to snap at one point.

you prayed he wouldn’t snap at you, though.

bustling around you and gojos shared kitchen, you made his favourite meal and desert, happily making it in hopes it’ll cheer up your tired lover.

you finished making his favourites and were about to call him to see when he’d be home when the front door opened, shutting with a click of a lock and the sound of gojos keys clanking as he threw them on a nearby surface.

“satoru! you’re home just in time.” your soft voice normally would’ve had satoru jumping off the walls but everything was off today. satoru hater how he was feeling.

he was irked at everything, he even snapped on nanami which left the blonde staring at the white haired man in shock as gojo stood up and walked away from the other sorcerer.

“yeah.” gojo lazily mumbled as he shoved past you, walking towards your fridge and getting himself a cup of water.

frowning, you ignored his actions and began talking about the meal you made as gojo added ice to his glass of water.

stop talking, just stop. gojo let out a quiet groan as you happily talked about your day. too bad he couldn’t reciprocate your energy, he was so angry at everything.

his lanky body moved towards your dining room table, flopping down on one of the chairs as he spread his legs to feel comfortable. placing the cup down, he held the bridge of his nose as you practically yelled to him about dinner from the kitchen.

you hadn’t noticed how aggravated he seemed with your voice and instead continued making a plate of food for him while telling him facts about your day and who you had seen while visiting jujustu tech, only to not find him there (he was on a mission, AGAIN).

“and so, i made your favourite! i know you really like this dish and these are your favourite sweets, so i bought some of those and…”

your voice was blaring in gojos head as you walked over to him, holding his plate in your hands with a smile on your face.

his eyes were worn out, sullen and dark as they stared at you from his hands.

he couldn’t handle this, he was going to snap.

“can you just fuck off already? just… shut up!” he growled, his words taking extra long for you to register as you began to stutter, small tears forming at your waterline as you blinked at gojo.

gojo looked up at you after noticing the silence, only to see you shaking. the plate of food in your hands looked as if it was about to tip over and create a mess on the floor. the plate of food YOU made just for HIM.

your boyfriends eyes widened as he watched you clumsily place his plate down infront of him and back away from his sitting form.

“i- um, im sorry, satoru. i’ll give you space.” you mumbled as you tried to hold in your emotions. your actions showed you felt fear, you were scared of him in this moment because he did not look like your satoru.

satorus eyes widened as he felt his heart drop. did he seriously just do that? why would he do that? why did he yell at you like that when all you were trying to do was be there for him and keep him filled with joy during tough times like these.

he watched you sway and shake as you walked away, his legs moving quicker than he expected as he hugged you from behind.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” satoru whispered into your neck as his arms latched around your waist.

you froze, turning around and looking at your exhausted boyfriend clearly.

he looked so tired, so drained you almost didn’t recognize him. you scolded yourself internally for not noticing it sooner.

your heart softened at the sight of your first and last lover crumbling in your arms as he apologized profusely.

“shh, it’s okay ‘toru. i shouldn’t have been all over you when you needed space.”

“no, i should’ve let you. i need you more than ever.”

his voice shook as he spoke, looking up at you while scanning your face. you looked so gorgeous, so pretty for him today and he felt awful that he didn’t tell you that as soon as he stepped foot through the door.

“it’s okay, baby. i get it.” you smiled at him as he let a soft smile grow on his lips that were in a frown.

“lookin’ so stunning today, sweets. you’re amazing.” he grinned at you as you jokingly rolled your eyes.

“thank you, i know.” you teased him as he pulled you into a kiss, slow and lovingly before beginning to tell you about everything that happened with him this week.

you both sat at your dining room table as you occasionally fed satoru his food and added onto his words while he talked about missions, his students, and more.

you two loved eachother, and no matter how stressed out or drained you are; you made a deal to always be there for eachother, no hiding anything.

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please leave tips, requests, or anything of the sort! i’m open to any requests or suggestions 🤍 enjoy babes.

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[mmurderhousewrites]

Warnings: NSFW

Imagine four armed Sukuna laying across your shared bed. Upper arms resting under his head, his lower arms holding your waist tightly as you ride his fat cock.

Sure you've rode him plenty of times before but even still it was too much to handle. Your body quivers from the 2 orgasms he already forced out of you, legs shaking from the workout.

"Don't tell me you're getting tired princess" Your boyfriend taunts giving you a smirk.

"It's too much, kuna" You silently plead.

Sukuna huffs before liftng you slightly. "Well then I hope you can handle me doing all the work" He chuckles darkly.

Sukuna slams you down on his hard cock before thrusting his hips up to meet you halfway. This night was bound to be intense.

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[midnightwriter21]

Left A Mark (megumi x reader fluff)

characters: megumi fushiguro x reader, gojo, itadori, nobara

warnings: FLUFFFFFFF

AN: this is short but cute asf. kinda ooc megumi? but i think he’s soft for his partner and i own jjk so it’s actually canon (i wish)

A voice calls from the front door, “Hey, i’m heading out. I gotta meet up with the others for a mission…”

Swiping the applicator across her lips to finish her makeup, Y/N calls back, “Okay, one second! Don’t leave yet!”

Quickly gathering her purse and other necessary belongings she walks from the bedroom to the front door to meet her dark haired boyfriend.

“I’m leaving too. I gotta go to the store and buy some groceries.”

He looks down at her with a small smile, “You look beautiful today.”

“You say that everyday, Meg.” Y/N giggles

He huffs a laugh, opening the front door and letting her walk out first, “Because it’s true. You look beautiful everyday.”

He closes and locks the door behind him, “This job won’t take long. I’ll be home in about an hour or two.”

“Okay, i’ll be home around then too,” Y/N reaches up and plants a kiss on his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And he’s off to meet his classmates.

As he walks to the meeting spot at Jujutsu High Megumi notices the stares he’s getting from others. Some laughing slightly, some smiling, and a few glancing at him and saying, ‘awww’.

“The hell are they looking at..?” He grumbles under his breath.

Finally walking up to his class mates, Yuji is the first to notice him and wave him over, “Hey man, cmon! What took you so lo-… Oh?”

A shit eating grin crawls it’s way up Yuji’s face. Used to Yuji’s antics, Megumi ignores it. Until Yuji involves Nobara.

A sharp elbow to her side followed with a, “Look! Look!”, from Yuji catches her attention. Quickly, Nobara and Yuji are sporting matching smiles.

Nobara laughs, “You must’ve been busy, huh? That’s why you’re late.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Megumi responds, “Busy? I wasn’t busy. I was at home.”

“Yeahhhh, I bet you were at home,” Yuji cackles, “in bed!”

“So what? Didn’t have anything better to do before this. Why does that matter?” Megumi mutters.

As Megumi quickly becomes the source of Yuji and Nobara’s teasing, a loud voice interrupts, “WOAH! Megumi! You’re a little show off aren’t ya!”

Satoru Gojo, first year sensei at Jujutsu High and the bane of Megumi’s existence.

Turning to look at his sensei, Megumi finally asks, exasperated, “What the hell is everyone talking about and staring at me for?”

Giggling manically, Gojo hands him his cellphone, “Hehe, why don’t you take a look.”

Taking the phone and casting a quick glance at his reflection in the front facing camera Megumi’s jaw drops, “Wha-… what the hell?”

Sitting there, smack in the middle of his cheek, is a lipstick mark in the shape of his girlfriend’s lips.

Face turning bright red, Megumi hands the phone back to his sensei and grumbles, “Just shut the hell up and stop staring at me.”

Que Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo singing in unison, “Oooooooo Megumi is in looooovvveeeeee~”

“Be quiet you three idiots!”

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

Having returned from the grocery store not long ago, Y/N busied herself by putting the groceries away. Just as she’s reaching for the last grocery bag, the front door clicks open.

“Meg? Is that you?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m home!” Megumi answers.

“I’m in the kitchen! How was the mission?”

Shrugging out of his uniform jacket, Megumi makes his way to the kitchen, “It was okay. Gojo and the others are annoying as ever.”

Giggling, Y/N turns to face him, “Well you know how those three can b- oh?”

At her noise of surprise, Megumi looks up at her, “What?”

“Megs… uh.. your cheek?” Y/N gestures to her own.

“Oh yeah… Thanks for that by the way,” he sighs, “Gojo, Nobara, and Yuji gave me hell with all the teasing.”

Y/N laughs lightly, walking up to him and putting a hand over the kiss mark, “Why didn’t you just wipe it off?”

Megumi looks at her confused, “Why would I do that?”

“So nobody teases you for it?”

Megumi scoffs, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips and pulling her close, “I don’t care about their teasing that much. Besides they’re just jealous.”

Y/N smiles, questioning, “Jealous of what exactly?”

“Jealous that I have someone like you to come home to.”

Y/N blushes at his answer, before he speaks again, “And… it was kinda like you were with me all day today. But now that I’m here with you…,” he picks her up ignoring her squeak of surprise, and walks toward the bathroom, “… now I can wash it off.”

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