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strawberriianime · 7 months

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Wish you where here ♡

♡ you send them some naughty pictures/videos when they’re away~

♡ satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso, toji fushiguro, sukuna.

♡ cw: 18+ descriptions of body parts, nsfw linksss, whore-knee mfks, masturbation, sex talk!

☆ satoru gojo

He idly strolled on his phone, trying to hurry and rush the day. He had sent his students out on a quick mission, leaving him all bored in the hotel room he occupied. He hated being away from you for too long although it was just day 1/3, he was missing you dearly. As if you read his mind he had gotten a text message from you. He sat up clicking on your contact to see the message you had sent him. wish you where here ♡ ~ It was a video of you laying back in the king sized bed you both shared, fingers deep into your soaking heat. He adjusted the audio on his phone, allowing him to hear the the wetness of your cunt filling the room paired with your soft moans. He felt his pants tighten watching the video of you play with yourself. “fuck.” he muttered to himself. Sliding his pants down, he decided to facetime you. “Baby, put your pussy on the phone.”

☆ suguru geto

He was reading a book, enjoying the peace as he had finally gotten some alone time. Flipping the pages of his book he was brought out his focus due to a set of dings from his phone. Closing the book, he picked up his phone looking at the missed text from you. Putting his password in, he was met with the sight of your fucked out face. He smirked to himself, remembering the vibrating panties he had purchased that he could control and and everywhere. Swiping through the photos he was able to see the pool of wetness mixed with orgasm after orgasm thighs sticking in the pictures. Just the photos alone was enough to get him going, pressing your contact he was quick to dial your number. “Baby you’ve been doing so good let’s turn it up a notch okay?” he played with the settings turning the vibrations up causing your to moan and groan on the line. “Just one more for me okay?” it’s going to be a long night.

☆ kento nanami

nanami was a busy working man, he was always working. this time things where quite hard as he was away from you, and you where not there to help him destress. as if you where reading his mind he noticed his phone began dinging. it was a video of your holding a glass dildo, circling it slowly around your tongue. You begin licking at it like a shy little kitten, only to take nearly the whole 8 inches in your mouth. The prominent bulge in your throat was enough to get his dick standing. With a smooth, pop, you ended the video with a quick message “wish this was you”. His eyebrows furrowed calling your phone with intense speed, “Show me how you’re gonna suck my dick when I get back” Oh how he loves a good stress relief bj <333.

☆ choso

He sat quietly, tapping at his fingers as the others around his fussed and argued about who knows what. He was bored, texting his girlfriend about how much he missed her and how he couldn’t wait to get back home. What he didn’t expect was for you to send him a video of you in the shower, soaking wet body drenched in the vanilla body wash he loved. Bubbles covered your skin as your teased at both you breast, carefully rubbing each nipple slowly throwing your head back in the process. He quickly paused the video making sure nobody around him had seen that. Dismissing himself, he made way to the bathroom as he resumed watching the video. Your hands caressed each part of your body every curve, scar, stretch, you name it. His dick was aching and begging for your touch and he know it’s not the same when he does it. He was quick to call you as you smiled at him room full of steam. “Baby I need your help” he was quick to discard his pants palming his hardened dick. “Okay baby let’s get to it”.

☆ toji fushiguro

He always got pictures and videos of you everyday so this was nothing out of the ordinary to him. He used everything you sent him as jack off material. Your tits? Jacked off to em. Pictures of you? Jacked off to em? Now this, this is what he had been waiting for. You had sent him a 3:42 long video of you playing with you body, one hand to record and the other teasing at your body. You began fondling your breast, rubbing them in circles just as he liked. He groaned feeling the precum leaking from his tip, giving him more slickness to jerk himself. You teased them nice and slow pulling the the buds before making your way down to the lace panties you wore and that’s when the video cut. He grunted, dialing your contact (from his minute phone) “Hi baby”. “Don’t you hi baby me, now finish what you started or next time we meet i’m going to fuck your throat so hard my cum will leak out your eyeballs.”

☆ ryomen sukuna

As someone from his time, he’s quite old fashioned. He knew of phones, had a phone but rarely used a phone. Hell your his only contact! So when the phone buzzed it was a no brainer that it was his baby girl messaging him. He assumed it was another cheesy text or you telling him about your day but he was surprised to see the contrary. You sent him a photo of you teasing yourself, fingers trailing oh so delicately around your folds. He swiped through the rest to see you shoving your fingers deep inside of your cunt. Next swipe was a video, it was dark but the audio was all he needed. You where moaning, fingers making a popping squelching sound as they dug around your pussy begging to be filled. You where like a bitch in heat. He was stopped by your contact popping up once more this time as a facetime call, he picked up with a smirk on his face. “Your pussy sounds so wet, how much do you miss me?”

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Gojo Saturo Headcanons

CW: Gojo Saturo headcanons. x female reader.

SFW:

Man is literally lost puppy following you around.

Personal safe does not exist with Gojo Saturo, he's all over you 24/7.

He craves your attention and will get it at any cost.

If you're beside Gojo, his hands are all over you.

He's a big tease and he's super cocky which means he's way in over his head sometimes.

Gojo loves to make you laugh, which isn't hard for him to do since he's already a funny person.

His eyes will roll into the back of his head when you play with his hair or comb your fingers through the strands of snow-white hair.

Gojo adores being the little spoon and resting his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist so tightly you can barely breathe, but it's okay.

You're his safe space, which he never wants to leave. He could stay in your arms/lap/chest/grasp all day.

Although, Gojo can be a little selfish, he never is when it comes to you.

The lengths this man would go to protect you is out of this damn world.

Ohhhh, let a person lay a hand on you and Gojo is taking off that damn blindfold real quick.

He means business when it comes to you.

The rage and anger he becomes filled with makes him spiral and lose control, but only because he cares and loves you so much.

You're so soft with Gojo because you feel as if he's going to break if you hurt him.

You know his past, so you're kind and gentle with him, as you should be.

Definitely calls you baby with a soft, husky voice that makes your heart pound.

Soft, tender, lingering touches.

Taking care of each other and reassuring each other with gentle words.

Comforting, out of these world hugs from either of you that heal your trauma and wounds.

NSFW:

Oh, please, he definitely cracks dirty jokes in the middle of the act that makes your cheeks fluster.

He's sooo fucking cocky in bed, it's outrageous.

"Do you like that?" Or "Use your words, baby" because he's ramming his hips into yours, hitting all the right spots that you can't even form words.

Gojo will literally grab your jaw and force you to look at him as he's running you.

Gojo loves every inch of your body and worships you like a damn temple.

His soft, warm lips running all over your body, leaving marks so everybody knows that you're his.

He loves to get drunk on your pussy and overstimulate you, asking if you can give him another orgasm, when you've already given him 3.

Gojo is a whimper and a whiner, especially when you go down on him.

He grab onto a lock of your hair and pull onto it, bucking his hips forward and shoving his cock deeper inside of your throat.

He'll be sitting on the couch, arms hung over the back and his legs spread out, watching your pretty lips wrap around his long cock.

Gojo occasionally degrades you in bed and spanks you, but it's not often. Only when he's had a rough day and he gathers your consent before hand.

Consent is a big thing for Gojo, always asking you if it's okay or if you like it.

He's come up with a safe word, just in case.

He prefers to see your face so he can pepper your face and lips in sweet kisses.

Gojo is the biggest fan of sleepy sex.

Slipping his cock inside of you as your back is curled up against his chest, arms wrapped around and holding you in place.

He tries cockwarming, but when you squirm or clench your walls around him, he can't handle it.

Gojo will get all whiny and start to move his hips, unable to take it.

Let me not go into details about how many times you've had sex on the kitchen counter...

He gives your breasts and ass equal attention because he just can't decide which one he likes more.

He doesn't prefer quickies, he likes to take his time and make sure to pleasure you well.

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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How about the one bed trope with Gojo Satoru? ✨️

Gojo x Reader

One bed trope

Summary- You and Gojo go on a mission together which requires you to stay the night in a small town. The only hotel room available has one bed. I’m super new to smut writing so bare with me.

Warnings : NSFW. Smut. Minors DNI 18+

“I can’t believe this was the only room available for miles” You say as you lug your suitcase inside. The first thing you notice was that this room only had one bed. The clerk must have assumed you were a couple, given you were traveling alone together, so late at night. Not that you minded that assumption, given your growing attraction to the man you were traveling with.

Saturo Gojo, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Cocky as they come, truly this man was extremely confident. Arrogant and kind of an ass. But he could be kind, and playful, funny as hell, and he cared about his students. Plus he wasn’t hard on the eyes, truly the man was sexy as hell. It was a thought that was racing through your head now, as you both stood there in this tiny hotel room.

“Hmmm. One bed?” He says turning to face you. His piercing blue eyes peered up at you over his dark sunglasses. You could have sworn he looked you up and down, but it was probably your imagination you thought. “Guess your stuck sleeping with me.” He always sounded so cocky, so sure of himself.

“I can sleep on the floor.” You say. Heading to the bathroom to change.

“Don’t be silly Y/N. I promise I don’t bite.” You roll your eyes and huff in response. To be honest the thought of sleeping next to him excited you, having that body of his so close to yours. Feeling the warmth of his skin. The thought was almost taking over. But you could never give him the satisfaction. You could never tell him how you felt. Never.

“Fine.” You grumble as you come out of the bathroom. You were wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, really short shorts. You wondered to yourself if you packed these on purpose, knowing he’d see you like this. It pissed you off that you wanted to look good for him, that you cared what he thought.

“Good. Slumber party for two.” He says excitedly. Like a child. God he was such a pain in the ass. You finally look up at him to see he was standing there in a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt. You could feel a twinge in between your legs at the sight. He was all muscle, perfectly sculpted…like a god. And boy did he know it. He could see you staring, admiring his body. Admiring the bulge that was extremely evident in his sweatpants.

“Like what you see?” he laughs and jumps on the bed “I know I’ve got it.” He was always doing this. Shamelessly flirting with you. You didn’t think there was any way he felt the same or that you had any chance. This is just who he was. Flirty.

“Shut up. I wasn’t…admiring you. I was just thinking about how tall you are and how much room you were gunna take up. This bed isn’t very big Gojo.” You lie. A shiver running down your spine.

He shrugs his shoulders and beckons for you to lay next to him. “You were definitely admiring. I don’t blame you. You cold? I’ll keep you warm.” he wiggles his eyebrows at you as you just stand there. Frozen in place. God why did you like him? He was insufferable. Truly, the man was so immature.

“Gojo shut up.” Is all you can really think to say, you sit on the side of the bed opposite him.

“What?! I’m admiring you to y/n. Especially in those little shorts you have on.” Your heart starts to race in your chest, pounding and pounding. The butterflies clawing their way through your insides. You turn to face him, still sitting as close to the edge as you could without falling off. He was just laying there propped up on a pillow, smug as ever. You hated this. How he could just flirt with you just to fuck with you. It wasn’t nice. It was cruel even.

“Shut up Gojo. Seriously.” You turn your head and lay down. You hope sleep will take you so you can get this night over with. You had a mission tomorrow and you just wanted it to done.

“What? I’m being serious Y/N.” You feel his hand on you, as he pulls you closer and turns you until your face to face with him.

“Do you think I’m joking? I mean it. You’re sexy. So very sexy.” Before you can say anything his lips come crashing down onto yours. You can’t really react, your head starts to spin. All you can do is kiss him back. He rolls over on top of you. His hands reach down until he’s squeezing your ass.

Before you know it he has pulled your shirt over your head. His lips making there way to your bare breasts, licking and sucking. The sensation feeling so good.

“I wasn’t joking. I have wanted to this for a long time Y/N.” He whispers into your ear. Pulling your shorts down in the process and grinding his clothes erection in between your legs.

“M-me too Gojo.” You moan as he kisses his way down your stomach until he’s in between your legs. Teasing you with kisses to your thighs, your head rolls back as he pulls your pantries off with his teeth. “You’re already so for wet for me huh?” He says with a laugh his tongue finding it’s way to your pussy, one finger tracing circles around your clit. The way his tongue feels on your warmth is almost too much to handle. It’s hypnotic, him licking in between your walls. The sensation making your knees buckle.

“Fuck Gojo, you’re to-too good” you moan. “Need you inside me”.

“I know I am.” He smirks looming himself over your naked body beneath him. Taking in every inch, every curve. Admiring you. If you weren’t feeling such a high right now, you’d almost feel ashamed. The way he so easily got you beneath him this way. Begging to feel his cock inside you.

He pulls his sweatpants down and you open your eyes to see how big his cock is, the size and girth almost perfection. His muscles glistening with his sweat. You wanted him, more than you’d ever wanted anything. Before you can say anything else he’s picked you up and placed you on top of him, slowly pushing his cock into your pussy. The way it feels inside your walls is almost too much, too good.

“Fuck you’re so tight. What a nice pussy y/n” he says as you grind onto him. “Think you handle me?”

“Feels so-so good Gojo.” He grabs your hips and grinds you even faster onto him, watching as your tits bounce up and down. Leaving bruises with his large hands on your hips. Gripping with all his might.

“My turn.” He says rolling you over onto your back. Thrusting his cock inside you, deep and slow at first. Feeling every inch of your walls around his cock.

“Faster. N-need you to go faster.” You beg. His thrust get faster and faster, and he lifts both your legs over his shoulders. His hips curl into yours and he uses two fingers to rub your clit with each thrust. You can’t take it anymore. The way his hips move, your moaning gets loader and loader. You’re sure people in neighboring hotels can hear you. But Gojo doesn’t care.

“You gunna cum for me?” He ask, “You gunna make a mess of this bed?”

“Mhmmm.” Is all you can mutter until you’ve reached ecstasy. Orgasming, the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

“Fuck you’re so hot, I’m gunna cum too baby.” He says before slowing his rhythm down and than pulling out. Releasing all over your stomach. He rolls back over onto his back. And you both lay there for a moment. Breathless, unable to formulate a basic thought. You get up and go to the bathroom to clean yourself up, changing into a new set of clothes before returning to the bed.

Your astonished. You can’t wrap your head around what just happened. You and Gojo. It lived up to every one of your fantasies, of which you had many. You look over and see he’s returned his sweatpants back on. He pulls you closer to him.

“That was fun. We should do it again sometime.” He whispers into your ear pulling you into his arms and wrapping himself around you. It felt nice. Being in his arms like this. He was so warm. “And again, and again.” He continues.

“Yeah…we should. I wasn’t expecting that though.” you say.

“I’m glad this room only had one bed.” He laughs as you cuddle in closer to him drifting off to sleep.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 2 years

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Your entire body felt like it was on fire. Your stomach was flushed red, the blush spreading all the way to your shoulders and neck.

The heat was clearly being generated from your core, where your fuck buddy sat with a cocky grin.

“Feel good?” Gojo asked with a tilt of his head.

“Oh, shut up…” You murmur out, turning your head to the side and squeezing your eyes shut.

Despite your attitude, he waited for your approval to move. At your nod, he slowly drags himself back and thrusts forward. You feel him in your throat.

“You know how pretty you look right now?” His smooth talking pulls a soft smile on your lips to match his. You ignore his flirting despite how nice it sounds.

“I feel so hot, all over.” You peek your eyes open to find his gentle expression directed at you. Even with his painfully hard erection inside you, the amount of patience and love he has for you makes you blush like a schoolgirl.

“Well, you are pretty hot. I’d even say you’re the most beautiful girl on earth.”

You make a face and scrunch your nose up. His hips pull back and push forward with ease, aided by your infinite slick coating him as you banter back and forth.

“And I painted the Mona Lisa.” You retort pathetically, nearly interrupted by your lungs choking on pleasure.

“Did you now?” Satoru’s face comes closer to yours, his warm breath washing over your face as he speaks, “I wasn’t aware my girl paints.”

My girl.

Somehow he knew just what to say, just the right words to make you giggle and twirl your hair in the near future about. But right now, you try to remain nonchalant.

“Your girl does a lot you aren’t aware about.” Your eyes are slitted teasingly, not giving way to your heart’s erratic beating.

But he knows, because Gojo just knows everything somehow. You can see it in his face, he knows exactly how he makes you feel. You’ve almost forgotten about his thick cock inside you until he thrusts again and takes away your coherency.

“I know everything my girl does. I also know when she thinks she’s being sly enough to cover up her feelings.”

You scoff and look away from his intense eyes.

“At least I can admit my feelings.”

“Is that so? How come you aren’t my girlfriend yet then?”

Before you can reply, his cock is erasing any thought you ever had with deep thrusts. Not like you knew how to reply anyway and Gojo was too nervous to hear whatever you might’ve.

He fucks you to heaven, praying you don’t decide to answer that tomorrow morning. And when you curse fuck babe! under your breath as he drains his balls into you, he nearly stops breathing.

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short-honey-badger · 2 months

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Lose Control

Saturo can't stand the sight of you walking away from him. How could you do this to him after he'd given you everything? Has he not been good to you? Had he not given you everything that you'd ever want? But here you are, walking away from him after trying to break up with him. Key word there. Trying. He wasn't about to let you go.

Gojo's long legs eat up the distance, and his hand catches your wrist, grip tight enough to have you wince and whip around to stare at the white-haired man. He doesn't let you go, and whatever scathing remark you had died on your tongue when Gojo drops to his knees, pressing his forehead to the hand he clutches.

“You can't leave me, _,” Saturo whines, tone broken and pleading, but demanding and insistent. He looks up and over his sunglasses, catching your gaze, unwavering.

“You belong with me. How many times have I told you that I'm no good being alone?”

You say nothing, have nothing to say to the broken man kneeling on the ground before you. He'd hurt you, betrayed your trust. You couldn't let him convince you to stay.

“I lose control when you're not next to me. Can't you see that I'm falling apart in front of you? Are you trying to make a mess of me?”

Based on the song Lose Control by Teddy Swims. Listen on YouTube -> HERE

@goth-mami-writer cause she's the best with helping me figure out my own thoughts!

Feel free to use this for your own works if you so choose! I just wanted to share since I couldn't get it outta my head.

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em1e · 1 year

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⠀ 五条 + 夏 // RECUERDOS ⠀ ༝ ༝ gojo satoru + geto suguru ⠀ ༝ ༝ 3.2k words ⠀ ⚠︎ angsty kinda my b. this is a cyoe type story ! ⠀ — [ part 2 ] you were supposed to be dead, but by some miracle gojo's found you. geto, too.

i. dead

He thought he was going crazy, at first.

Who wouldn’t? You were supposed to be dead. Go on and call him psycho for seeing you in everything, everywhere.

The first thing he catches is your scent (it’s like picking up on something so vaguely familiar from childhood - an old memory that makes him double take and look around for what could possibly bring back the reminder of happier times). Gojo follows the smell absentmindedly through the busy streets, haphazardly bumping into other people and muttering half-hearted apologies without pause. He stops when he sees (h/c) hair enter a local grocery store.

It wasn’t possible, right? You were supposed to be dead. He follows behind without much thought, the soft chime of the doorbell making the clerk look up and greet him with a smile. He doesn’t acknowledge them, eyes set on your figure as you head towards the back of the shop - already knowing where whatever you have in mind to purchase is. Gojo keeps his distance, watching from three aisles over as you pick between two different apples, weighing and squeezing and examining until you decide the one in your right hand is much better than the one on your left. You bag the right one and put the left back in its place. From here, he can see your face clearly and he thinks numbly if there is a God out there, surely they are taunting me.

It’s you. You in every way he remembers you. The same soft gaze over everything your eyes meet, the same gentle but deliberate touch, everything done with confident intent. There’s small hints to prove you’ve grown older, that you have changed - more adult, more mature, but deep down he feels it. It’s you.

He finds himself following a few steps after you as you leave the store. He can feel his own heartbeat in his ears, mind traveling a million miles a second as he tries to come up with some sort of explanation as to what was happening in front of his eyes. You stop at a pop-up flower shop, laughing animatedly with the owner before deciding on a bouquet of your favorite and carrying them away in one hand, the other clutching the rest of your belongings and recently purchased groceries. And he watches as you enter a nearby apartment, watches through the window as you greet the doorman with a smile and offer him one of your flowers, and watches you disappear behind the elevator doors.

He leaves with a bitter taste in his mouth.

ii. reunited

You were supposed to be dead.

He’s brought back to that reminder looking at old pictures of when you went to Jujutsu High with him and Geto. Your smile so wide in each picture, your eyes crinkle in the corners with your arms thrown on either boy's shoulders - the bitter taste returns to his mouth.

He knows now, you aren’t dead. Some part of his mind rejects the thought, some part of him rejoices in the fact. Gojo’s done some research on his own (also read: stalking) to find you seem to have a normal life. What happened after that fight?

Memories flood back from that dreadful night ; buildings were crumbled around them, and all Gojo could manage to think about after the demolition was where you were. He watched you take a bad hit, watched you fall off one of the many now broken down buildings, and you had yet to reappear among the other faces. Geto, as if sensing his friend's stress, starts to scream out.

“(y/n)!”

Geto’s scream is met with silence, and for once in his life, Gojo can’t find it in himself to move forward. To join his friend in his search for something. A corpse, part of your shirt, anything that could show proof of your remains, to prove that you were even there in the first place.

Geto finds nothing in your wake, falling to his knees into the rubble and digging until his knuckles are all scraped from the cement and brick and glass and digging still when his fingertips are raw and bleeding, hoping to find anything.

But he doesn’t. Gojo remembers numbly how they buried an empty casket. Pronounced dead with no body to match the call. He’s brought back to wondering why. Why you never told them otherwise, why you never came back to the school, why you never fixed this wrong. Does Geto know you’re alive? Your death absolutely crushed him, molded itself around his heart and formed a tough shell that Gojo finds hard to crack.

He figures out your routine is just that - a routine. Very plain in every sense of the word, but easy to follow, easy to plan around.

So it’s no surprise to him when you leave that same grocery store, items balanced meticulously in hand while saying something to the clerk who knows you by name. Without a second thought, Gojo pushes himself away from the wall he had been watching you from, head held high as he walked forward with mock intent to enter the same shop and oops -

He’s knocked everything out of your hands!

And consequently, has knocked you down as well. You’re quick to apologize, despite being the one to take the brunt of impact, and go to gather your items as quickly as you can. Gojo crouches to assist you, waving off your apology hastily.

“No, no, no need to apologize. I wasn’t paying attention.” He ends with a hum, picking up a now bruised apple that rolled out of your bag and offering it to you.

Here, he can see your face up close, and he takes in every little detail from behind his sunglasses. You finally look up at him as you take the apple from his hand, giving a small smile that makes something in his chest twist.

“Thanks.” You shove the fruit back into your bag and Gojo offers his hand as he stands up, which you take gratefully. He grips your hand for a second longer than necessary, before letting his own drop back to his side, chin up and head tilting slightly as if he’s really thinking about something.

“Say, do I know you? Ya look familiar.”

Your own head tilts in mock of his, eyes scanning his face and figure before your lower lip juts out and you shake your head, “No, I don’t think so. What’s your name?”

His eyes narrow from behind his dark lenses, though he offers you his hand, “Gojo Satoru.” You shake it with an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, no, I don’t recognize that. (l/n) (y/n).”

He drops your hand for a second time with a hum, “You must have one of those faces.”

You shrug, smile ever-growing at him and he wonders if the sun could ever be as blinding in comparison. “It was nice to meet you, Gojo. Sorry again for running into you!” With a final wave, you’re moving past him to go back to your apartment. He knows this because he knows you. He knows you have to go home and start dinner right before your favorite show comes on TV so you can watch it while you eat. Then you’ll clean your kitchen, brush your teeth, and read a chapter from your favorite novel right before bed.

Somehow, he also knows watching from a distance won't be enough forever. Things still aren't exactly clicking to him. Did you really not remember him? Or were you just saying that? He leaves with the hope of finding out.

iii. living

Gojo doesn’t intend to lose you a second time. He settles this with himself laying awake one night, room dark and mind heavy. If you left for good reason, he’s sure he could accept it. Maybe, with more thought, he could bring you back. Such a selfish hole to spiral down.

It doesn’t keep him away the next day, already shopping at your frequented store. You come in five minutes earlier than he expects, and to no surprise head straight for the fruits. A perfect apple already in hand, he pretends to look between the selection of remaining apples, head tilting back and forth as he examines ones he knows aren’t nearly as good as the current in his grasp, but putting on a show for no one in particular.

You step beside him, already giving him that big smile he’d recognize miles away and pick up an apple to examine yourself.

“Funny running into you again.” You pick up another and compare them with the squeeze test.

He pretends he’s surprised that you’re suddenly beside him, turning to look at you as if he wasn’t studying you the minute you stepped in the building.

“Oh, it’s you!” He says after a moment, offering a small smile in return, “Very funny running into you! You wouldn’t believe what I found.”

He passes you the perfect apple without much thought, not catching your amazed daze at the fruit as he reaches for his wallet to pull out the picture of the three of you and offering that as well. “I couldn’t get such a pretty thing like you outta my head - knew I recognized you from somewhere.”

You all but gawk at the photo, apple long forgotten as you take in every detail.

“Is this me?”

He watches your expression shift from behind sunglasses, unsure what to make of this statement.

“It is.” He says finally, “Do you . . . you don’t remember?” A small shake of the head is his answer. “This is you,” his arm brushes against yours slightly to point out the obvious, “this is me, and this is Geto. We were all friends back in the day.”

“You . . . knew me?” Your voice is so small, and Gojo forgets for a moment that the two of you aren’t the only ones in this store, in this reality.

“I . .. did, yeah.” He looks around and finally takes in the other patrons in the establishment, the workers joking and having a good time and Gojo hates that he’s potentially ruined your week with one photo. “Say, why don’t we get outta here and I tell ya all about it - maybe you can tell me what you’ve been up to, too?”

It’s like his voice breaks you out of a trance, doe-eyed expression moving from the photo to finally look at him. You offer a small nod, frozen in place for a second longer before giving one more look to the photo and then looking away again. “Sure, that sounds good. D’ya mind me finishing up here? We can go back to mine after and talk?”

For the first time in forever, you sound hesitant. Unsure. You don’t know what to make of Gojo or of that photo and everything blurs together until you’re stepping foot in your apartment, bags placed on the counter as Gojo enters your home. A silence surrounds you, though it’s not truly unwelcome. For a moment, he can see your discomfort with him - he’s uncertain if it’s because he’s in your space, or if it’s from the new found information. Part of him thinks it’s a mixture of both.

“Nice place.” He hums absentmindedly, sliding off his shoes with his hands in his pockets, taking in everything as an official guest and not some stranger staring in from the street.

“Thanks,” you’re moving to keep yourself busy, putting away things and picking up others to make it seem tidier than it currently is, “wasn’t expecting guests, sorry for the mess.”

Gojo honestly doesn’t feel like anything is out of place - it all feels so homey, so uniquely you that if you told him this is how everything was meant to be, he’d believe you without a seconds hesitation.

“S’okay, just seems lived in.” He’s careful to not rush in too quickly, not wanting to make you any more anxious than you already are. “Nothing wrong with that.”

You finally gesture towards the living room, grabbing waters from your fridge and passing him one as you sit on the couch. He takes this as an invitation to sit as well, keeping his distance while you tuck your legs under you with them crossed. He opens his mouth to start, but you beat him to speaking while openly staring at him.

“What’s with the sunglasses? I don’t think I’ve seen you take them off . . . well, ever.”

Gojo almost wants to laugh at the question when you ask. You used to know. Surely this wasn’t all an act, right?

“Light sensitivity,” he says simply with a shrug. A silence falls over you again, and you relish in it while looking around your apartment. “What kind of questions do you have?” He asks finally, deciding someone has to break the silence and he seems to be the one with less anxieties.

You suck in a breath, meeting his gaze and then looking away.

“Who . . . How do I know you?”

You know he’s already explained it to you, but it seems just partial. Clearly, there’s more. Other things, whatever they may be, are missing.

“We went to high school together,” he leans into the couch, arm slinging over the back, “you, Geto, and I were really close friends.”

“Were?” You parrot, practically begging for more than the small crumbs he’s provided you with.

“Were,” he repeats simply, “you disappeared one day after-” flashes of you falling from the building come to mind, “after school one day. We never saw you again.”

“Oh.” You say quietly. “Did anyone . . . look for me?”

“Yeah,” he feels his chest tighten, Geto falling to his knees and digging desperately, “never found anything. It’s almost shocking to see you here now, honestly.”

When he finally looks back over to you, you’re staring holes into the floor.

“I woke up in a hospital a couple years ago,” you say without being prompted, “I didn’t . . . Couldn’t remember who I was or what happened. The doctors told me there was an earthquake in the area and an older couple found me in the rubble of a destroyed building . . . I never . . .”

“Never got your memory back?” Gojo finishes for you, taking in how much you struggled to talk about this. You shake your head.

“Not fully. Eventually I remembered who I was, I guess, but not really anything else. There wasn’t any record of me anywhere so I was basically . . . I dunno, a nobody. Started from scratch.”

He watches you intently, trying to decide if this is really all true. You have no reason to lie to him, right? This couldn’t all be some ploy?

“Can I see the picture again?” You ask so softly that Gojo doesn’t think he could ever deny you. He pulls the photo out of his pocket and gently passes it to you. You stare at it, taking in every detail like it’s the first time you’re seeing it again. “Who did you say this other person was, again?”

“Geto,” he hums, “he was one of our closest friends.”

“Was?” Your eyes shift from the picture to him.

He nods, “He and I sort of fell out, after a while. We don’t really talk anymore.”

You nod in return, seeming to understand. Silence washes over the two of you again, and Gojo makes no move to change it this time.

The two of you spend the next few hours trading questions between each other - you asking Gojo how things were in the past, and Gojo returning with how things are in the present. He learns you’re a school teacher at a local elementary school (and you love all of your students with your entire being), that you are still the kind hearted person he remembers you once were (how you go out of your way for others is admirable), and that you were thinking about getting a new pet (but you’re unsure if you’d be able to give them proper attention).

He leaves with more than one of his questions answered, and with an invitation to come back around anytime on your tongue as he walks out of the apartment. He knows the offer is something he will take to heart.

iv. memory

Knowing what you do now feels . . . weird. Gojo has made it a point to drop by every now and then, a ‘healthy check-in’ he likes to call it, but you suspect he just wants to rebuild whatever bond you’ve lost from the past few years. You don’t mind, honestly, happy to reconnect.

He happily talks about your past, retelling memories in hopes of maybe bringing something back, but it never does. He avoids talking about Geto (you suspect it was a bad falling out) and you don’t pressure him to speak about the male.

No one could imagine your surprise when you see the enigma walking around the streets on one of your days off.

He holds himself high, a confident aura surrounding him so thick you freeze when he passes you. You’ve never been one to be so direct, stunning even yourself when you turn on your heel and tap his shoulder gently. He makes it no urgency to face you, posture unchanging as he takes you in.

He eyes you up and down, and you almost wonder for a second if maybe he isn’t who you thought you were. The picture you’re basing his looks on is what, 15 years old? Should you really be betting the entirety of introducing yourself on that?

“Something I can help you with?” He asks, voice much softer than you expect it to be.

It pulls you out of your own stunned silence, blinking at him, “You’re Geto right?” You almost cross your fingers he says anything but no.

“I am, who are you?”

You breathe a small sigh of relief, shoulders visibly relaxing.

“I’m (l/n) - (l/n) (y/n), I knew you looked familiar.” You don’t see how his eyes widen slightly, too distracted by your own excitement to notice. “Gojo has been telling me about how we used to know each other, it’s crazy you’re here right now!”

“(l/n)?” He repeats, still taking in everything that is you. “Haven’t heard from you in a while . . .” You were supposed to be dead.

The thought weighs heavy in his mind, and he wonders for a moment if maybe this is some cruel trick by a curse. Maybe this is God punishing him for any of his wrong doings.

He doesn’t realize you were talking to him until you’re tilting your head at him expectantly, waiting for a reply.

“Sorry,” he waves apologetically, “I spaced out. This is just quite the surprise.”

“It’s alright,” you offer a smile, “I was asking if you’d like to catch up? If you’re not busy, of course.” You add quickly, not wanting to suddenly take up his day if he already had plans.

The curses at his side voice their concerns, their need to talk strategy and plan, but Geto returns your smile and gestures to a nearby cafe, “I have some time.”

You don’t realize how nervous you are until you’re sitting down with your drink, Geto sitting across from you with a smile that you don’t think has left his face since you got his attention.

“So,” he starts after taking a sip of his drink, “where have you been all these years?”

#salmon rowe #gojo saturo x reader #saturo gojo x reader #saturo x reader #gojo x reader #saturo gojo #gojo saturo #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #geto sugu #suguru geto #x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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stillalittlelostngl · 1 year

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Gojo/Reader Sick Day NSFW

So this is a one-shot rn but i’m thinking of making it maybe an interconnected series of them? I toyed w/ the idea of a fully fleshed out story for it but idk. I don’t really have a good idea of the reader’s character to get heavy into a plot like that. One shots where i don’t have to develop a background and distinct character motivations tho? I can do that. Maybe something will come to me and i’ll circle back around to it idk. I’m also working on a geto/reader (honestly haven’t truly decided on the pairing yet - toss up between nanami & geto) that i’m actually really excited about so i feel like i’d be spreading myself a bit thin. If you want a good gojo/reader fic go check out mushmoon12’s - the girls are being fed w/ it omg.

I’ve had the outline of this ready to go since November and have just been sitting on it.

You can’t hold back the mumbled curses as you shift around. Your body unable to get comfortable no matter which way you twist and turn under the mountain of blankets you had piled on top of yourself before falling asleep.

Everything is much too warm and your body aches as you move. Your fever has not gone down it seems.

You had woken earlier that day with a kick drum pounding behind your eyes, your throat scratchy and your skin searing hot to the touch. You weren’t used to feeling anything other than ‘normal’ so the cold you’d developed had you convinced you were at death’s door. Calling in sick from classes left a bad taste in your mouth but the thought of pushing your aching body to get dressed and walk all the way across campus was less and less appealing by the second.

You’re not sure if the text you’d sent to Yaga had been coherent - your mind was much too foggy to concern itself with such details - but after sending it you had promptly rolled back over and cocooned yourself into your bed, hoping to sleep off whatever it was that had you feeling so miserable.

It hadn’t worked, of course, you realize as your mind becomes more and more present. With an irritated huff you work on untangling yourself, the process taking longer as your limbs feel like dead weight as you try to coordinate yourself.

You finally manage to get your head out from beneath the covers, your eyes squinting at the harsh light you don’t recall turning on, and you let out a soft gasp of surprise when the first thing you see after returning to the world of the living is deep cerulean.

“Mornin’”, Satoru’s smile is all teeth and he’s certainly made himself comfortable on your bed as his larger body has somehow taken up most of the space. He’s laid out like he owns the place. You’re not all that sure of when he got there. Or how. You’re certain your door had been locked before you went to bed last night.

You raise a questioning brow to him, “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to see how pathetic you are when you’re sick,” he brings one of his hands to your forehead, feeling the fever on your skin and clicks his tongue, “I didn’t believe Yaga at first but you really are in a bad way, huh? Poor thing.”

You’d roll your eyes at his teasing if you could find the energy for it.

"Fuck off,” is all you can manage to mumble before attempting to shift away from him. Entertaining him when you feel as if you’d been hit with a semi isn’t sounding all that appealing.

"Hey, hey," his hands make quick work of stopping you from moving away from him, "Don't be like that. How are you even more cranky than usual? You must be feeling better.” He pulls your face back to him and his eyes examine you under those long white lashes. He takes in the rosy hue of your cheeks and the glazed over look in your eyes. It’s all looking very familiar to him even if he’d never seen you sick before. You recognize the look in his eyes too.

You blame the sudden dizzy feeling overtaking your brain on the fever.

"I know!” he suddenly releases your face and claps his hands as he arrives at a thought, not paying attention to how the sharp noise causes you to wince slightly "let's play doctor. I'll take real good care of you.”

"Please, I'm surprised you manage to keep yourself alive day to day.”

"Come on,” he insists as his hands begin uncovering the rest of your body from the blankets, ignoring your protests, “It'll be fun. Let me take care of you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you practically hiss as you put up a weak resistance against his wandering hands.

“Not really what I had in mind,” the octave his voice takes causes you to still in your movements. He smiles down at you with that shit eating grin. The one that promises that he’s up to no good. You’ve seen it a million times - usually it’s reserved for when he’s about to do something to annoy Yaga that you and Geto try to talk him out of. More recently, though, he’s been using it when it’s just you two.

A trill goes down your spine, heating your body further at the thought of the good trouble he’s been the cause of recently.

You nearly hiss when he finally manages to uncover the rest of your body. The cool air hitting your overheated skin brings some relief but it’s short lived as his hands begin to travel to where your sleeping top has ridden up, his fingers ghosting along the skin as he toys with the hem.

His eyes drink in the sight of you in that way that makes your stomach do flips before he startings leaning down towards you again, bringing his face closer and closer to your own.

Gojo let's out a soft questioning hum when his lips meet your cheek instead of the intended target. You can see the pout already forming on his lips, upset that you had turned your head from him and denied him. He always pouted when he didn’t get his way. Spoiled brat.

"I could get you sick,” you explain as you bring your hands to the ones that are still playing with the fabric of your top. Tempting as he was, one of you had to be sensible and you knew it was never going to be him.

His pout quickly morphs into another shit eating grin at your explanation. “Oh, you really do care about me. Don’t you?”

You barely get a mumbled ‘shut up’ out before he silences you with a kiss. His lips quickly molding against yours and silencing whatever harsh words you had for him. You can’t help the small moan as his tongue slips against yours.

He shifts above you, caging you in-between his body and the mattress as he moves to pepper sloppy kisses and bites down your neck and collarbone, tasting the slight salty sheen of sweat that coats your skin. Your breath shudders at the feeling of his teeth as he marks you. He’s always eager to leave marks on your skin - you want to hate him for it. You’ve told him so many times to be mindful of where he leaves them, not wanting to suffer the awkward glances that others might send your way should they see them. You’re certain the idea of others seeing evidence of the time the two of you spend together only encourages him to do it more. Bastard.

It’s hard to stay mad at him though. At least when his mouth is moving against your skin like this.

He pulls back from his work for a moment, surely admiring it you think in irritation, before his eyes raise and meet yours. When you offer no further protest he rewards you with a kiss as his hands begin removing what little clothing you had on. His eagerness making quick work of the process. His hands and mouth travel across the expanse of newly exposed skin. His fingers dip between your folds and you feel him smile against your skin. You’re already soaking wet.

"You're not being a very good doctor, you know,” your breath is airy, the feeling of his fingers against you sends a buzz of pleasure throughout your body. Your mind too muddled with desire to think as his other hand moves your thighs further apart to make room for him. Anticipation coiling the spring further and you nearly forget how to breathe properly, "More like a pervert taking advantage.”

"Semantics,” his breath ghosts along your skin as he moves further down your body.

Your hands rush forward to grab his head, stopping him. He stares at you, the question evident on his face and you can’t help but look away in embarrassment.

"I feel gross" and you do. The sweat from your fever doesn’t exactly feel sexy in the moment.

"I'm gunna make a mess of you either way" he says, continuing his descent as his fingers resume their exploration of you. You can’t stop the gasp as he pushes one inside of you, it glides in easily to the first knuckle. Your soft flesh warming him to the bone, "does it really matter?" The feeling of his breath on your clit as his finger slowly begins to pump in a steady rhythm nearly makes you forget every thought you’ve ever had.

"I guess not"

He wastes little time pressing his tongue against you, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head at the overwhelming sensation as he slips another finger into you, stretching you out further. You’re mesmerized by the sight he makes between your thighs, gripping his white hair tightly as you groan at the heat building inside of you. The feeling of your nails raking through his hair against his scalp is enough to have him choking out his own moan. The sound vibrating against your core and sending another wave of pleasure through you.

You can’t help the incoherent babbling of praise and encouragement that falls from your lips when his fingers increase in tempo and his lips lock around your clit. It has you squirming in his hold, trying to meet each thrust of his fingers.

Your desire builds, steadily climbing but your hazy mind recognizes that it’s not enough. You need more.

He lets you pull his head up to yours. You nearly whine as you feel his fingers slip out of you, your heat cleaning around the new emptiness as you bring his lips to yours again. You taste yourself on his lips as your tongue explores his mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull his body closer to yours. You feel his length straining against his pants as your grind your hips against his, the friction sending small electric currents of pleasure throughout your body but still not enough.

You force your aching muscles to move and soon enough you find yourself on top of him. In the back of your mind you want to think that you surprised him with the movement but you know that he’s only under you because he allowed it.

He’s smiling up at you, his eyes heavy lidded with desire as his hands come to rest on your hips. He looks nearly delirious and you’re sure he could say the same for you.

“Eager, are you?” his teasing is cut short with a groan as you grind down on him again. The fabric between you doing little to mask the feeling of him against you.

You bite your tongue to prevent your own reply to his stupid remark, opting instead to pull on his waistband and release his dick from the restraint of his pants. You nearly smirk as he lets out a soft hiss at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him, he’s always been so sensitive that even the slightest touch from you can draw noises from him.

Your other hand goes to balance yourself on his chest as you raise your hips. You can’t stop your own noises from spilling from your lips as you lower yourself onto him. His nails sink into your flesh deeper as you take him inside of you inch by inch. He doesn’t bother to quiet the loud moan when you finally have his dick fully inside of you. He never bothers to be quiet.

Your pace starts off steady as you move against him. Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you fight off your own moans at the look of him beneath you. His pale skin is flushed, pupils blown wide and mouth hanging open. You raise your hips higher, his length nearly slipping out of your completely before you’re slamming yourself back down onto him. The action drawing noises from both of you, his dick buried so deep inside of you with each movement that it leaves you seeing stars. His fingers digging into your hips leave small indentations as his grip tightens, small curses leaving his lips as he watches you move on him.

"You're supposed to be the one taking care of me and here I am doin all the work," you moan, digging your own nails into the skin of his chest as punishment, "fucking spoiled brat."

"You wanna be spoiled too baby?" He grabs your hips suddenly, taking control as he thrusts up into you. He angles himself just right to hit that sweet spot again and again. The one that makes you sing for him. "Cmon, is this what you wanted? Gotta use your words" he teases, knowing that he's fucking any sense right out of you.

Your grasp of how to coherently string together a sentence in any human language is lost to you. Instead, you find yourself whimpering and throwing any arrangements of syllables together that would get him to just keep doing that. The tips of your ears begin to burn as you feel yourself reaching your peak. His thrusts become harder and deeper as he feels you beginning to clench around him, knowing the signs that you’re close has him chasing his own release.

Gojo’s always been such a visual creature. The sight of you fucking yourself onto him, his length entering your wet heat, your whole body being rocked by his thrusts is nearly enough for him finish right then and there. It isn’t until he feels you spasming over him and his name tumbling out of your mouth like a prayer that the pressure becomes too much. His thrusts become erratic as pulls your body down against his, drawing out your orgasm with each movement. The pressure snaps with one final thrust into you, his warmth filling you to the brim as he releases a strangled cry of your name. He pumps into you a few more times, riding out his wave until there’s nothing left. You can feel his heart hammering away in his chest as you both take a moment to catch your breath.

When you look up at him you find his eyes already trained on you. His pupils are still so blown out that they nearly overtake the entirety of the blue you’ve grown so attached to. His smile isn’t the cocky self-assured one or the shit eating grin that you’ve grown to associate him with. It’s a soft thing that is so unlike him you almost think you’re seeing things. His hand rises to your cheeks and the kiss is soft too. Tender, even, as he holds you against him. He pulls back from you with a content sigh.

“That was really dumb.” you can’t help but say, “you’re going to be really annoying in the next few days when you start to come down with whatever I have.”

He scoffs.

“Please, as if I’d get sick,” he says as if the idea is entirely ludacris. Maybe it is. With a power like his, who knows.

You turn your head down hiding your own soft smile as you bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent.

It’s followed by a sharp yelp of pain from his as you bite down against the skin.

Just enough to hurt.

Just enough to remind him he’s human too.

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He does get sick and like predicted is very fucking needy about it and whines to you to take care of him

"You have to take responsibility! You did this to me" "Dumbass I told you you'd get sick! This isn't my responsibility!" "How was I supposed to know this would happen? You should've been smarter and stopped me" "You had your tongue down my throat! Of course this would happen"

you do end up playing nurse. He's so demanding and childish but it's also...kinda cute.

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jujutsukatsuki · 2 years

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For the love of god minors do not interact 18+ only

Imagine…

Gojo when his hands are on your hips while youre baking something sweet to satisfy his sweet tooth, even though both of you know nothing satisfies his sweet tooth.

Gojo when his hands are on your hips guiding you through a crowd as you two were going shopping and there was a shop just down the way that you wanted to check out.

Gojo when his hands are on your hips as he guides you up and down on his huge cock that’s just bullying it’s way into your sloppy tight cunt. His blue eyes watching the bulge in your tummy as he fucks up into you.

Gojo when his hands are on your hips as you’re bent over his desk in his office as he’s fucking you stupid with a sucker hanging out of his mouth. He has a smirk on his face as he can see your reflection in one of the photos that sat on the desk. Eyes crossed, tongue nearly hanging out of your mouth. You can barely form thoughts as the tip of his cock is abusing your cervix. He snickers as he takes the cherry lollipop out of his mouth and put it in yours.

“Here. Keep that slutty little mouth occupied while I fuck this pretty, sloppy, pussy full of my cum. Bet you’ll taste even sweeter when I fuck my cum into you. After I’m done, you’ll get to suck daddy’s cock clean and taste how good our cum tastes, plus with the taste of that sucker in your mouth? You really should be thankful I’m letting you have dessert before dinner.” He smirked as he kept thrusting into you, one hand now fisting your hair as his hips snapped into your ass, balls hitting your clit as you whimper around the sucker, fat tear streaks staining your cheeks as the assault on your cunt continues.

“T-thank you daddy.” You mumble around the sucker, spit spilling down your chin and dripping between your tits as Gojo finally fills you with cum causing you to squirt onto his cock. He pulls outs and watches as some cum leaks out of your abused cunt. Your tight hole flutters around nothing causing more to drip out and down to your clit, you whine at the feeling. Gojo catches it with his thumb and slowly pushes it back inside you, thumb lightly thrusting in and out. Causing you to whine and squirm a bit as your pussy flutters. He pulls his thumb out and makes you turn on your back, Gojo makes you watch as he licks his thumb clean with a arrogant smirk.

“Mm heavenly.” He said before he takes the sucker from you. He licks the spit trail from between your tits up to your chin before putting the sucker into his mouth. “okay princess, daddy cleaned you up. Your turn to take care of daddy, okay?”

You nod and shakily get on your knees in front of him “Yes sir,” you whisper, thighs trembling as you take his cock into your mouth.

“That’s a good girl. That’s my sweet girl.” Gojo says with his hands on the sides of your head.

*reposting on this blog, use to be on @/indigowcrds*

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myunconquerablesoul · 7 months

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We will be okay.

s.gojo x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of gojo being cut in half (but nothing to detailed or specific), Bad dream. Happy End, I promise!

Wordcount: 806

You don't know what time it is.

You didn't dare to move to look at the clock, either. The only thing that mattered was the sleeping figure beside you.

You couldn't even scream after waking up. You've awoken with a panic that left you paralyzed. But the moment your eyes fell on Saturo, you seemed to be frozen on the spot.

Ever since then, you didn't move.

Simply looking at him.

Untill now, you could not push yourself to touch him. Too big the fear that he was just a fragment of your wishful imagination.

He was facing you, his chest rising and falling.

You took a deep breath, let a shaky one out, and somehow found the courage to lightly touch Saturo's face.

You almost choked on the sob that threatened to come out.

He was real.

Saturo was home. He was alive and well…

You turned to lay on your back, trying to gain composter.

You didn't want to wake him. It was the most sleep he got in weeks.

Your vision filled with tears again. Fealing your panic rise just thinking about your dream again. You could feel yourself trembling, the weight of it all hitting you again and again.

Saturo lying on the ground, his waist cut in half as his legs remained standing, and his left arm cut as he coughed up blood.

"I-I'm so… sorry…"

Fuck… it all felt too real.

"Baby?" Saturo's hand gently pulled you out of your trance.

You couldn't hold it in anymore. Everything you tried to suppress bubbled up the surface the second you saw those Azure eyes.

He pulled you in his embrace. "Shhh, it's okay, beautiful. I'm here…" He slowly made you sit with him on the bed. You cling to him like a lifeline.

"It was just a dream, love. I'm here- I'll always be with you."

Your cries of desperation and grief did not subside, and Saturo could do nothing more than protectively hold you against his chest and let you cry.

He never let go the entire time you were crying on his shoulder. He occasionally kissed the top of your head and whispered sweet nothings into your ear to comfort you while stroking your hair.

Saturo knew exactly why you were in the state you're currently in. It was all still fresh in your mind.

Him being sealed, Megumi being possessed by Sukuna, Saturo getting freed, Sukuna using Megumis's body to fight him, eventually killing him, and Saturo miraculously coming back to life, saving Megumi and somehow ending Sukuna.

It was all too much; he couldn't blame you.

To be honest, he believes that it's all his fault really. If he just hadn't fallen for that trap... maybe things would have gone differently.

"I'm sorry for scaring you like that." he whispered. Trying his best to comfort you was all he could do. He felt so helpless.

Saturo didn't know how much time passed until you somewhat calmed down. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." he shook his head slightly. Of course, these have to be your first words to him.

Always putting everyone else before you. Even when you're the one needing to be comforted.

"Nonsense. Next time, wake me up, Baby." You just nodded your head. And Saturo did his best to brush your reminding tears away.

He would hold you for as long as you need.

"You don't know how scared I was..." You hated how fragile your voice was, how weak it sounded.

"You can't leave me like that 'toru… I need you. I need you here, with me." not exactly knowing what to say, Saturo leans forward and warily presses his lips to the crown of your head. He still didn't let go.

He couldn't help but tear up, too. It wasn't easy for him. Seeing you suffer like this because of him. You, Tsumiki, Megumi, and many more had to endure all this because of him.

Then he leans down to give you a kiss on your lips. His eyes closed, hoping to give you every last drop of his sympathy. Hoping to project everything he could not bring himself to say with a kiss.

You can feel everything he tries to communicate.

You are not alone. I am here, and I am with you. I'm glad to be here. I'm sorry you had to go through all of this because of me. Megumi will be okay. Tsumiki too. We will be okay. I'm sorry...

When he pulls away, his thumb is stroking your cheek, his eyes full of emotion, but the only thing he can form into words is, "I love you so much."

But you understand him perfectly. Every hidden meaning and feeling.

And for the first time in a while, you believe it: We will be okay.

#because I reject canon!!!#gege when i catch you gege #take this Gege #jjk jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo saturo #gojo saturo x reader #gojo x reader #saturo x reader

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a-chronic-illness · 4 months

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Wishes- Gojo Saturo x (F) Reader

It was a beautiful spring morning, the sun casting a warm golden glow over the world. A gentle breeze rustled through the field, causing the wildflowers to sway in harmony. Fluffy white clouds drifted lazily across the clear blue sky, creating a picturesque backdrop for the day.

Gojo Satoru found himself sitting amid this serene setting, surrounded by vibrant green grass and colorful blossoms. Beside him sat a woman, whose presence seemed to add an extra magic touch to the already enchanting atmosphere. Her name was (Y/n),...she was a captivating mystery, a personification of the beauty that surrounded them…at least that's how he felt about her...

They sat there, side by side, engaged in a conversation that flowed effortlessly. Their words danced in the air, carrying with them laughter, dreams, and shared experiences. Gojo's voice was soothing, his words carrying a sense of wisdom and understanding that made (y/n) feel seen and valued.

As they continued to talk, (Y/n)’s eyes sparkled with delight, her expression turning surprised. She couldn't contain her smile as she gently pressed her finger against the corner of Gojo's nose, making him blink a few times. With a playful gesture, she revealed one of his white eyelashes, delicately perched on her index finger.

"Look, it's a wish," she exclaimed, her voice filled with childlike wonder. Gojo looked at her, confusion evident in his eyes. Sensing his confusion, (Y/n) explained the silly tradition she had grown up with. In her country, finding a loose eyelash meant making a wish. You would blow it off the tip of your index finger and let it float away, carrying your deepest desires with it.

Gojo chuckled softly, his laughter like music to (Y/n)'s ears. He found joy in the simplicity of her traditions, in the way she found beauty in the smallest of things. It was one of the many reasons he found himself falling in love with her, over and over again. But he never voiced these feelings, knowing that her heart did not desire him in the same way.

They sat there, basking in the warmth of the sun, as (Y/n) blew the eyelash off her finger. It danced in the wind, twirling and spinning before disappearing into the vast expanse of the sky. It was a fleeting moment, a simple act, but it held a profound significance for both of them.

At that moment, they understood the power of appreciating the little things, and

finding joy in the simplest of connections.

"(Y/n), have you ever wondered what lies beyond the horizon?" Gojo asked, his eyes filled with a sense of curiosity.

She pondered his question for a moment, her gaze fixed on the distance. "I have," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of wonder. "I often find myself daydreaming about the unknown, about the endless possibilities that await us."

Gojo nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "There's something magical about the unknown, isn't there? It holds the promise of adventure, of new beginnings."

They fell into a comfortable silence, their eyes tracing the patterns of the clouds as they drifted across the sky. The wind whispered through the field, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers. It was a moment of serenity, of being fully present in each other's company.

"(Y/n), what is your greatest wish?" Gojo asked, breaking the silence.

She turned to him, her eyes shining with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. "My greatest wish is to find my purpose, to make a difference in the world. I want to leave a mark, no matter how small."

Gojo smiled, his gaze filled with admiration. "I do not doubt that you will achieve great things, (Y/n). Your passion and determination are truly inspiring."

As the day wore on, their conversation delved into deeper topics, exploring their fears, and dreams, and shared love for the world's beauty. They laughed, they debated, and they discovered new facets of each other's personalities.

But amidst the laughter and shared moments, there was an unspoken understanding between them. (Y/n) knew that Gojo's love for her was different from her feelings. She cherished their friendship, their connection, but her heart belonged to another. It was a bittersweet realization, one that she carried silently within her.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden hue over the field, (Y/n) couldn't help but steal glances at Gojo. His features were illuminated by the soft light, his eyes reflecting the colors of the setting sun. She wished she could freeze this moment, and capture it in her memory forever.

But time, like the passing clouds, was relentless. The day drew to a close, and they both knew it was time to part ways. Slowly they stood up, their gazes lingering on each other, reluctant to let go of the connection they had forged throughout the day.

"(Y/n)," Gojo began, his voice filled with gratitude and longing. "Thank you for today. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, your dreams, and your laughter with me. You bring so much light into my life."

Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes, a mixture of joy and sadness. She reached out, her hand gently cupping Gojo's cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. "And you bring so much joy into mine," she whispered, her voice filled with unspoken emotions.

They stood there, caught in a moment of unspoken affection, their hearts yearning for something more. But the reality of their circumstances weighed heavily upon them. (Y/n) knew that her heart belonged to another, and Gojo respected that, even if it pained him.

With a final lingering gaze, they reluctantly let go of each other's hands. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the field. The world seemed to hold its breath as if acknowledging the depth of their unspoken connection.

"(Y/n)," Gojo said softly, his voice carrying a tinge of sadness. "Our paths may diverge, but the memories we've created today will forever hold a special place in my heart."

She nodded, her voice choked with emotion. "And in mine as well, Gojo. Thank you for reminding me of the beauty in the little things.”

As they began to walk away from each other, their steps heavy with unspoken words, they couldn't help but steal one last glance. Their eyes met, silently conveying a multitude of emotions - love, longing, and a profound sense of gratitude.

and as they disappeared into the distance, their hearts carried the weight of unspoken love. They knew that their connection would forever remain a cherished memory, a reminder of the beauty that can be found in the simplest of encounters.

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 3 months

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Hush ft. Gojo (part 2)

"Startin to think you're real selfish, know that? Pretty y/e/c eyes cryin on my shirt while your desperate lil puss cries all over my cock. Only care if I make you cum, huh? Mmmm.. But what about me, y/n?"

Satoru slowly slides out, amused when you whine in despair at the emptiness. Shakes his head at your horny ass grabbin your breast, pinching your nipples through your uniform shirt. He tsks before finally givin you some mercy- as well as a deep ass penetrating stroke. "Fuuuuuuck!" It's gut wrenchingly swift and deep, has you falling back against his desk as you cum with a wail of his name. Clutchin pitifully at his shirt, snatchin him down on top of you. Satoru watches in absolute disbelief as you seizure under him from.. One. Fucking. Thrust. "The fuck woman?" Tries covering your open mouth with his palm but he can barely muffle your delirious wordless shrieks. "Hush, y/n!" His own nut now simmers on the surface at your hysterical antics. So Satoru places his hands on either side of your head and gives you another pussy murdering stroke. The arch your back snaps into honestly looks like it hurts to him. "Oh God, Saaatoruuu! Dick so fuckin good.. Love it so much, baby! Love you too.. Love you so so much!" He breathes through his nose sharply at your admission while your insides crush his pulsating cock. You gush his lower half, juices splattering audibly against his pants. That's all she wrote for Saturo. "Calm down, woman! Hoooh shit.. Pussy won't stop milkin my shit!" His head snaps back, damp sweaty strands of his snow white locks fall into his face as thick ribbons of cum splash the inside of your quivering lil puss. "Fuuuuuck! Love you too, honey. Mmm.. Ohhhh! Love you more than you know.. So goddamn much, y/n." He leans foward pressin in deep. Low groans squeezin out through his clenched teeth as he stares at the ceiling unseeing. Another stream shoots out, then another. Satoru gives up on quieting your moans, hands balling to fist on each side of your head at the intense sensation of his never-ending nut. Piercing eyes crossed from you buck underneath him, pussy attempting to suck and wring him dry. He's so preoccupied with listening to your pitchy keens, and draining his load inside you, he fails to notice the absence of voices comin through the walls. Or the shadows outside his office door. Misses Yuuji furiously stomping away when he hears you moan like a pornstar, Megumi and Maki joggin to catch up. Satoru only starts to see straight when you push at his shoulder, signalling his weight bein too much. He leans back, dick sliding out to the tip, still enjoying the clutch of your snug, wet warmth. His head lazily falls forward as he looks back to your disoriented eyes, notices the light perspiration dusting your pretty face. "Still love me?" The fuckin jerk smirks when you flutter around his dick, averting your gaze as you shuffle nervously with shame beneath his sturdy frame. You're tryin to catch your breath; need a moment to collect yourself, already feeling tired from the force of your orgasm. "Please be quiet, Gojo. Damn.. Ass always got somethin to say." Satoru raises a perfect white brow at you. "Comin from the woman that can't keep her mouth shut to save her fuckin life!" You slap at him but just ending up moaning loud and long as he pins each wrist and slowly slides his hard dick back in to the hilt. "Let's see how quiet you can be this time, y/n."

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brittscafe · 4 months

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So glad your requests are open!! Can I get possessive sex with Gojo x fem reader?? I feel like mans is hella possessive over what’s his.

Hiiii!!! Of course! <3

Gojo hates the way men look at you. They have no shame in staring at your breasts or ass. Gojo wants you all to himself and you try to reassure him that you are.

Gojo cannot help the way he's so possessive over you. You are are all his and he has every intention to prove that tonight.

The way Gojo has your legs spread out and around his hips, teasing your wet pussy. His thumb pressing down on your clit and rubbing gentle circles there.

His long, hard cock pressing up against your folds as you grind against it, moaning and whimpering.

The room feels like it's on fire with all the tension and your naked bodies sinking into the mattress.

"Aw, what's wrong baby? Can't handle it?" Gojo teases you, a grin tugging on his face. His lazy blue eyes watch you squirm and writhe.

"Stop being such a tease, Toru," you whine out, squirming in his tight grasp. The way you whine and say that nickname makes his cock even harder.

"Ok, fine. This pretty pussy is all mine, right?" Gojo asks, removing his thumb from your clit and slapping his whole hand over your wet, dripping pussy.

You gasp loudly as he rubs his palm against your cunt. Tears fill up to the brim of your eyelids and you nod your head.

"All yours," you reassure him, biting down on your lip bottom. Gojo chuckles quietly and grab onto his hard cock, lining it up with your entrance.

He slowly pushes the mushroom head through your folds and into your tight hole. Once you feel him inside of you, your jaw gapes open and a moan leaves your mouth.

"You're mine," he growls into your ear, hips snapping roughly into yours, his cock sinking all the way inside of you. You let out a cry of pleasure feeling his cock hit your sweet spot.

"Gojo," you moan out, blunt nails digging into his shoulder blades. His hands grip onto your waist, squeezing the fat flesh and he leans down towards you.

"All mine, right?" Gojo whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. He pulls his cock out of your pussy, leaving the tip inside before slamming back into it.

"Y-yes!" you cry out, struggling to the form. Gojo groans feeling your walls clench around his cock and his white hair hanging down in front of his eyes.

His hips meet yours with such roughness, pounding you into the mattress and making you moan each time his cock slides in and out of your gushing cunt.

A ring of precum forms along the base of Gojo's cock and your hands roam over his toned chest and abs.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. All mine, pretty baby," Gojo groans out, breathing heavily. A knot forms in between his eyebrows as he tries to control himself from cumming already.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours fill the room and Gojo leans his head down, biting down on your neck. His teeth sink into your sensitive skin and your back arches.

Your chest presses into his and you whimper as he sucks and nibbles on your flesh. Your arousal is dripping out from your hole and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Feels so good," you mumble out, panting heavily.

Gojo runs his tongue over the mark he left and meets your eyes, a tear sliding down your cheek. Gojo cups your cheek and uses his thumb to wipe away the tear.

You weren't sure how much longer you were going to last as your stomach twists into knots feeling Gojo stroking deep inside of you.

Gojo's moans are so pretty paired with his strong, hard thrusts that make your body rattle. He can only think of how good it feels to have your pussy suck in his cock, consumed by it.

"Mine. My pussy, my girl, my woman. Yeah, that's right. Gonna cum in this pretty pussy that is all mine. Mine, mine, mine," he chants like a choir, becoming a heavy panting mess.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Gojo's grip on your waist is hard, there's no way he's letting you escape.

You're his.

He throws his head back, letting out a whimper as his cock dips in and out of you. Hot slicks of cum fill up your pretty pussy and Gojo's breath shudders.

His thrusts are sloppier, a gleam of sweat covering his forehead. Your moans are growing louder turning into whimpers and whimpers turning into loud gasps.

"Oh my god, Gojo. S-shit, I'm going to cum," you gasp out, his cock continuing to press against your sweet spot. There's a pleasure burn in your thighs as you cry out.

Gojo gasps at the sudden release from your hole, his cock covered in your cum. He comforts you, a hand on your cheek as you come down from your high.

"Oh, there it is," Gojo coos out, slipping his soft cock out from your leaking hole. He leans his head down, his tongue running over your cum soaked folds.

A shiver runs down your spine as Gojo grabs onto your thighs, fingers kneading into the fat of your flesh.

"This pussy is all mine," Gojo presses a soft kiss to your clit.

All his.

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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hii can i pls request a headcanon of gojo & kid fushiguros megumi & tsumiki x s/o reader🥺 sorta like a found family kinda thing. i guess like over the yrs knowing/dating gojo & the fushiguros how their relationship w the reader is or how fond reader is w the fushiguro kids & how much gojo loves it?

I honestly felt lost because I didn't know if you wanted me to write it down in bullet points or in a short story, so I really hope you don't mind the way I chose to write it! That said, I really love the idea of Gojo and his little family 🥹 my heart melts at the thought, so thank you for this request 🤍✨

Word count: 1420

‘Okay, but only one bite, don’t want you to get sick’, you smiled while scooping some cookie dough out of the bowl, ‘Here’.

Megumi eagerly grabbed the spoon with his two little hands.

‘Hmm’, his eyes sparkled when the sweet taste rolled over his taste buds, ‘Can I get more, please?’. ‘No’, you softly brushed through his dark hair, ‘But you can get a cookie once they’re done’.

‘Fushigurooooo’.

You closed your eyes when you heard Gojo’s voice down the hallway, knowing your relaxed baking session would soon be over. ‘Ah look how cute’, Gojo intertwined his hands while leaning against the door frame, ‘The love of my life baking cookies with Gumi’.

You could see Megumi’s smile fading into an annoyed glare.

‘What do you say, little Gumi? Want to train some more with the strongest sensei in the world?’, Gojo had a smug look on his face, like usual. ‘Strongest sensei in the world? You graduated 2 years ago Satoru, don’t get too confident’, you smirked while placing the tray into the oven. ‘Auwtch, that hurt’, he pouted while dramatically placing his hand on his chest. ‘Come on Fushiguro, let’s get away from her, she’s being mean to me’, Gojo held out his hand for Megumi to grab.

‘No!’, Megumi quickly hid behind you, tucking at your shirt, ‘I want to stay with Y/N-san’. ‘Heh?’, Gojo tilted his head, lips parted from each other. ‘I want to stay here’, Megumi replied coldly.

A small chuckle left your body as you could see your boyfriend's ego shatter.

‘I’m sorry Megumi, but you have to train’, you lowered yourself, so your eyes were meeting the sweet boy Gojo took under his wings, ‘But let’s make a deal’. ‘A deal?’, Megumi frowned, ‘Hm, if you train with Gojo-sensei and you listen to his stupid jokes, I’ll let you have as many cookies as you want when you get back’.

‘Psh’, Gojo was sulking with his arms crossed, ‘Can’t believe this’. ‘Okay’, Megumi lowered his eyes while looking at Gojo, ‘Let’s go Gojo-sensei’. ‘Gumi wait’, you quickly grabbed his jacket from the chair, ‘You may be the strongest sensei, Saturo, but certainly not the most perceptive one. It’s freezing outside’.

You handed Megumi the jacket while smiling at your boyfriend, ‘He likes me more’, you whispered. ‘Wait till I get home’, he whispered back, a smug look on his face, ‘I’m taking him to the toyshop’.

‘Y/N-san?’, a shy voice appeared from behind Gojo, ‘C-can I get cookies too?’. ‘Of course, crazy’, you held out your hand for Tsumiki, which she quickly grabbed. ‘See you’, you waived at Megumi, ‘Make sure he wears his jacket, okay Satoru?’. ‘Yeah yeah’, he nonchalantly waved his hand in the air, ‘Bye-bye’.

‘Want to have a girl's day?’, you looked at Tsumiki, who was looking at you with big eyes. ‘W-what’s that?’, ‘Well, we can go buy you some new clothes, maybe get you some new books to read, … what do you say? Just us two’. She quickly nodded her head in response before running into the hallway.

‘Ready Y/N-san’, she popped her head through the door frame while hastily putting on her coat, ‘Let’s go then’, you smiled while adjusting the scarf around her neck, ‘Don’t want you to get cold’.

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‘In the toyshop right now’.

You rolled your eyes when you saw the picture Satoru send you.

‘In the bookstore right now :3’.

A smirk on your face when you replied with a picture of Tsumiki and you.

‘Can’t believe this!!! >:( How dare you do things like that without me Y/N :’(((‘

‘Tch’, you shook your head, a small smile on your face.

‘Love you <3 Now get off your phone and spend some time with Megumi!’.

‘Who doesn’t love the world’s strongest and coolest sensei? Jk, love you ;)’.

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‘We’re baaack’, Gojo chanted through the hallway.

You could see little Megumi felt as annoyed as ever when he entered through the door, while your boyfriend was looking proudly at the bags he was holding.

‘So, you’ve survived Gojo-sensei’s jokes’, you winked at Megumi, ‘Here, take this and go join your sister on the couch. It's movie night’. ‘Really?’, Megumi’s eyes lit back up,’ Hm, your sister chose some great movies’.

Without any hesitation, Megumi grabbed the plate of cookies and joined Tsumiki under a blanket.

‘Movie night? Really?’, Saturo sighed. ‘I thought you loved movie night?’, you frowned while walking closer to your boyfriend. ‘I do, but I just got a call and there is a curse I need to deal with’.

You could see the playfulness disappearing from his face.

‘Oh’, you lowered your eyes, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get to join the next one’. ‘Yeah’, Satoru forced a smile while cupping your cheek, ‘Anyway, it’s a grade 2 curse, so it won’t take too long’. ‘Be careful, okay?’, a concerned look filled your eyes. Your boyfriend was strong, probably the strongest sorcerer around, but you couldn’t help but worry when he was away. ‘You know me’, he smiled before placing a soft kiss on your lips. ‘See you tomorrow, little Fushiguros’, he waived at the two kids who were munching on the cookies you’d made.

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‘Well, that was more exhausting than I thought’, Gojo sighed while entering the apartment.

He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake up his little ‘Fushiguros’, or you.

‘I’m starving’, he grunted while grabbing one of the few cookies left, leaning against the kitchen counter. ‘Huh?’, he tilted his head when he noticed the TV was still on.

Gojo’s heart melted when he could see Megumi and Tsumiki laying on either side of your lap, your arms resting on their backs.

‘Looked like you 3 had a great time’, he whispered while taking his phone, trying to get a picture of how little Megumi was drooling, ‘Man, wish I could sleep like that on her lap, but everything for my little Fushiguros’.

Gojo took a deep breath before stretching himself out, trying to relieve some of the tension he felt from the adrenaline still rushing through his body.

‘Always room for one more Satoru’, you whispered with a smile, ‘You know there isn’t’, he chuckled while placing a hand in his pocket, ‘S-should we get them into their bed or?’.

Megumi started tugging at his blanket, yawning before nestling his head closer to his sister.

‘Maybe there’s still some room’, he smiled before gently picking up Megumi, trying his best not to wake him up.

Gojo sat down next to you, letting his head fall back on the couch after he made sure Megumi was laying comfortable on his lap.

‘I don’t think he likes me that much’, Gojo chuckled while readjusting the blanket covering Megumi, ‘But he likes you, that’s for sure. They both do’.

You let your head rest on his shoulder, tightening your grip around Tsumiki.

‘They like you, don’t worry’, ‘Not worrying’, he chuckled, slowly brushing through Megumi’s hair.

‘Gojo-sensei?’, Megumi drowsily opened one eye, looking up at Gojo. ‘Heh? Sorry, little Fushiguro, didn’t mean to wake you up’, Gojo let out a nervous chuckle. ‘You just got back from fighting a curse, right?’, ‘That’s right’, Gojo smiled. ‘A-are you hurt?’, Megumi tightened his grip around the blanket he was holding, ‘No of course not, I’m the strongest, remember?’, Gojo pointed towards his chest with his thumb. ‘Will I be like you when I grow up sensei?’.

Megumi’s question must have taken your boyfriend by surprise. Gojo usually never took so long to answer a question.

‘You want to be like me?’, ‘Hm’, Megumi nestled his face into Gojo’s stomach, ‘I want to protect the people I care about, like you do sensei’.

Gojo slowly placed a hand on Megumi’s back, wanting to give the same affection you gave to his little Fushiguros.

‘You’ll be better than me Fushiguro, now go back to sleep. Tomorrow’s training will be harder than usual’. ‘Better?’, Megumi looked up at his teacher with one eye, ‘Hm’, Gojo smiled with some silly sign. ‘Goodnight Gojo sensei’, ‘Goodnight little Fushiguro’.

Gojo closed his eyes, a smile resting on his face. He loved this. He loved the way you cared about them, the way they trusted you. Gojo could come home to this every day, and he would never get tired of seeing the people he loved most in this world sound asleep on his couch.

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junobutbored · 1 year

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Frosty Blue

Satoru Gojo imagine

Two children from different backgrounds end up being forever connected as a result of an unexpected encounter in the forest.

Author's note: This is just a little scenario of mine, will maybe turn it into a series but we'll see. Enjoy!

Winter had always been her preferred season, for with the dark times followed a quietness that would match no other. The dense layer of newly fallen snow suppressed all background noise of reality, even those disturbing the mind. Calmness settled over the young girl as she stood in the deep forest, admiring the thick snowflakes that tingle down from above. Nothing could disturb her in this state. Not even the freezing breeze that penetrated her mono colored yukata nor the overwhelmingly dark forest that were only illuminated by great the crescent moon settled in the big black ink.

The girls' eyes closely traced the falling snow until it finally rested onto the ground. From there the cycle continued endlessly until her eyes finally rested upon another pair. The light from the moon shone upon him as he too stared onto the girl. The young boys' expression was dull and not even the chilled breeze seemed to break his eye contact. The girl cowered backwards when her trance was broken and reality brought her back. Had I not heard the sound of snow crunching under his step? When she brought her gaze upon the boy again, his expression had changed. His bright eyes were now slightly dilated and his lips were caught in an "o". She also noticed how his hand was stretched towards her, as if he'd been afraid she'd leave. When the boy noticed her observation, he quickly retracted his arm and kept it tight against his small form. The boy cleared his throat and took the first step in starting the conversation.

"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" he gently asked the young girl as if he was addressing a frightened animal. The girl clenched her fists in the thin fabric of her clothing and kept her eyes on her slippers beneath her.

"Nothing, just admiring the snow." She paused lightly before quickly bowing before him. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, please don't be mad at me." The girl stood almost completely still in her bowing motion and her eyes were shut tightly as she awaited his response. The boy on the other hand was simply shocked from her reaction. His immediate thought was to walk towards her to raise the girl from her position, however as soon as he began to march up to her she at once hunched away on a defensive matter. He quickly stopped. For the first time in a while, the boy didn't have any idea what to do. There was always something swiftly coming to his mind, but in a situation like this, standing alone with a frightened girl in the deep forest late at night, his head was empty. So he just stood still. Her whole body was shaking slightly but he didn't know if it was because of the cold or out of fear. After a while, the girl slowly craned her head upwards and looked at him almost confused. Her arms unwrapped slightly from around her body and the boy carefully took a step back.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. In fact, it was you who was being disturbed so I should be the one apologizing." The boy paused slightly before stretching his hand towards her again. Her shutter passed unnoticed. "My name is Satoru, what's yours?"

The girl glanced at Satoru's hand suspiciously before slowly greeting his handshake with her own palm. As soon as their hands made contact, Satoru was the one to tremble.

"Gee you're so cold, no wonder why your lips are turned all blue." He laughed slightly to himself as he pulled a hand through his snow white hair. The girl looked confused and gently touched her own lips with the tip off her fingers. That was another thing she hadn't known before. The pair of frosty blue eyes met with her own again and Satoru grasped her hand from her face.

"Come with me! I'm sure the servants can find you something warmer to wear at home and perhaps even some hot tea." The boy smiled widely and as soon as the girl made the slightest motion of a nod, Satoru began to drag her through the forest. She gasped slightly as she almost lost footing but quickly regathered her balance.

There they were, two young children who are complete strangers to each other, one leading the other into the safety of his home. The great trees of the deep forest flashed past them as they ran through the snow-tucked landscape. She saw the silver tufts of his head, decorated with a crown of even brighter white snowflakes. As the two finally reached the streets of civilization, the air was filled with both of their gasps for air. Both she and Satoru had stopped briefly to regain their energy from running constantly. Their eyes once again locked and the two children broke out in giggles. Satoru still held her hand tightly as he gestured to her to continue their walk. However the joyful atmosphere didn't hold for long.

"Where have you been, girl?" The older man's voice boomed over the streets and Satoru felt her grip on him tighten as the elder now'd started to march towards the two. "Do you know what time it is?!"

The girl's eyes met with Satoru's brilliant blue ones and he could tell just by her look that the man's presence wasn't precisely cherished. She looked back onto the man that now reached the two and he shot out his arm to grasp her free arm. Satoru didn't have any time to react.

"Hey you answer me you dreadful fry" The man roared at her as he pulled her close to his face.

"I-I'm sorry sir, I didn't know it was this late."

Satoru stood before the two in confusion. Who was this man even? As he stood there watching them anxiously, the older man caught his eye and his expression quickly fell. The man threw himself onto the dirty street, dragging Satoru's new friend with him harshly. She yelped as her knees hit the cold stone.

"I apologize for this mishap, my lord. This filth won't bother you again." The man grasped her head and puched it down until it too was planted onto the ground. This time the girl didn't make any resistance. "Please accept our forgiveness and let us be on our way, Gojo sir."

Gojo. She had heard that name before. It was one of the great jujutsu families. Father had told her before that one of their houses resided close to her village but never had she seen them before. However rumors of the white haired boy with special techniques had spread around the civilians when the clan had built the great temple-like fortress by the other side of the dense forest. Her father jerked her from the ground and pulled her away from where Satoru stood. Before disappearing behind a building, the girl locked eyes with the opposite frosty blue ones. No goodbye's or farewell's were exchanged through words, but behind both of their eyes resided the same thought.

There Satoru stood alone, in the late evening, longing for a girl he'd just met. A girl he never got the name of. A girl who he'd never forget.

A girl he'd meet again in the future.

We'll meet again..don't know where, don't know when..

But I know we'll meet again some sunny day....

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short-honey-badger · 7 months

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Misbehavior

Heyyoo! Back again and with something different. I've been in the JJk Fandom for a while, but this is my first time writing for it. This was for a friend, but I wanted everyone else to enjoy it, too. Oh, and if the cursed technique that the reader uses looks familiar, I did read a fic recently where the character had what I used as their technique. I hope the author doesn't mind if they see this! I can't remember who it was!

Pairing: Gojo Saturo x Reader

Warnings: Jealous and possessive behavior. Some gaslighting. We've got a fluff ending and a smut ending, so this can go either way. Face Fucking. Gojo isn't very nice. Enjoy!

@goth-mami-writer

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You have been a part of Jujitsu society for two years now. you'd been picked up by none other than Gojo Saturo, the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer. He'd tracked you down and plopped in the seat across from you at the little cafe just down the road from your apartment. You had jumped at the sudden intrusion and glared at the white-haired man sitting across from you. Gojo proceeded to call you out on the cursed energy that flowed through your body and asked what your technique was. You had shrugged, telling the odd man that you didn't know what he was talking about. It was the end for you after that, Gojo grinning at the untapped potential you had no idea you even possessed.

After that, you learned all about Jujutsu Society and became a part of it as Gojo's personal assistant/student protégé. The elders had surprisingly agreed to Saturo's suggestion that You stay with him after figuring out your cursed technique. It was nullification, the perfect technique to counter Gojo's own. In the Elders' minds, you were the perfect candidate to keep him from going overboard since you could essentially turn off his limitless. However, you knew that there was nothing that would stop Gojo Saturo from getting anything he wanted.

Gojo took you under his wing, teaching You everything you needed to know to survive in the jujutsu world. He made rules that would keep his key safe and keep you close to him so that no one else would be able to use you against him. Just the thought of someone else teaching you left a bad taste in his mouth.

Speaking of his perfect little assistant, Gojo wondered where in the world you were. He had strict rules that You weren't allowed to go on missions with other sorcerers, citing his excuse of you not being ready to go on missions without his protection despite knowing how to fight for yourself.

A bag of sweets hung from his arm as he spun in a circle, covered blue eyes assessing the entirety of the common room at Jujutsu High for You. He left the common room when nothing stuck out at him and lopped off to your personal room. He kicked it open with a wide grin that immediately fell when he realized that you weren't here either.

Humming, he turns on his foot and searches for the first years. You enjoyed spending time with them whenever Gojo was off on his own more dangerous solo missions.

He finds them in the training yard, laughing when he spots Nobora sending Yuuji to the ground with a well-done grapple, "My lovely students!" He greets and is careful to keep any irritation out of his tone. There was no need for them to think that anything was wrong, after all, "Have any of you seen _?"

"Last I heard, Nanami took them out on a mission," Megumi mentions, and Saturo is glad that he has mastered his control over his cursed energy. None of his students sensed the way his mood had immediately plummeted, annoyance coiling hot in his chest at the thought of Nanami having your break one of his rules. One of the most important ones.

"Did he now?" He murmurs and sways side to side as he calms himself down, "Ya know when they are supposed to be back?"

Megumi shrugs and eyes the older man. He and his senpai had an odd relationship, one that no one wanted to touch with a ten-foot pole. They knew that You was safe, though, so that's all the first years cared about. you were their friend, and none of them wanted Gojo Saturo to ruin your, "Dunno. Probably today? They left two days after you did." He finally says, tone uninterested as usual.

Two days after he did? Gojo had been gone a week, so that meant that you and Nanami had been alone together for five days. Five days was far too long. Anger joins his annoyance, and Gojo is hard-pressed not to teleport to the Elders and demand why they had sent you with someone that wasn't Him. The entire school knew that you belonged with him.

"Hmm. Good to know." He says and turns to walk away, a frown creasing his face the moment his students can't see it. "Keep up the good work and send You to me if you see your first, ya?" He asks, and Megumi nods.

"Sure thing, Sensei," he says and watches his teacher leave before his attention is caught by his friends once more.

Saturo goes to You’ room and sits on the bed. He sets his bag of goodies down and then kicks off his shoes. His lanky frame drops on the mattress with a thud, and he gets comfortable. Gojo had no problem waiting for his precious assistant right here.

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Gojo perked up the moment he heard footsteps coming up the hallway. He forced himself to relax and appear nonchalant despite the way his heartbeat picked up. He had calmed down a little from waiting for so long, but now that You and Nanami were back. His annoyance from earlier flared up like an angry cat. He waits, all six eyes trained on the door as his assistant and Nanami stop outside your door.

"Thank you again for accompanying me on the mission. You made it much more…enjoyable." Came the deep voice of his fellow Sorcerer. Gojo frowns heavily at the tone the blonde uses. It's fond and full of affection. Your response doesn't help.

"Of course, Kento. It's not like I was doing anything with Gojo away," you say, and Gojo sucks in a deep breath. you're on a first-name basis with Nanami, but you still haven't called him by his first name. He'd give anything to hear you say Saturo in your pretty voice.

"Mhm. You do know that you aren't stuck with him, right, You?" Nanami asks, and Gojo actually sits up at that. How dare he? The blonde knew how Saturo felt about his TA and knew that you were his. Saturo had found you and brought you up to the confident Sorcerer you are now.

Saturo hears your shuffle on the other side of the door, manicured hand landing on the handle and twisting, "Of course I know," you is saying as you opens the door and Gojo spreads his legs, elbows resting on his knees and chin propped on top of his folded hands. He sees You freeze for half a second when you catch sight of him on your bed, "Oh," your face flares in a blush, "Speak of the devil."

Nanami puyous the door open further, scowling behind his glasses when he catches sight of Gojo in his coworker's room. He crosses his arms, and Gojo catches You' glance at the other man, dark eyes scanning his thicker frame for a split second before landing on Saturo again.

"You do know that it's inappropriate to wait inside someone else's room?" Kento rumbles lowly, and everyone present could feel the disappointment in his tone, but Gojo could care less about what Nanami thought right now.

"Do you know that it's rude to steal someone else's assistant?" He snaps right back and can't keep the cruel tone out of his voice.

You shuffle between the two men, obviously uncomfortable with the rising tension between them. You knew that you'd broken one of the important rules that Gojo had set for you, but you also knew that Nanami was strong, too, and could keep you safe if your technique fluctuated.

"You aren't a thing to be owned," the blonde says and flicks his eyes down to the young woman. He is tempted to just take you away from Gojo, but then he would be no better than the white-haired man.

Before Saturo could exclaim otherwise, You spoke up, "I'm fine, Nanami-San," you said and gave the tall man a small smile, "You don't have to worry about me. I know that both of you have my best interests at heart." You say and angle your tone at Gojo, eyebrow ticking up at him.

The white-haired man gapes at your, scoff rolling off his tongue and a pout scrunching his face, "Of course I do." He snaps, affronted that anyone would think otherwise.

Nanami sighs, punching the bridge of his nose. He would never understand the dynamic these two had, "Fine. Just promise that you will come straight to me if he ever does anything…undesirable."

His wording has Gojo laughing. How could he, Gojo Saturo, ever do something undesirable? Only someone as stuck up as Nanami would think that of him.

"Okay, okay," you say. you desperately want this entire interaction to end quickly, "I promise I'll come straight to you, Kento."

Saturo sobers up almost instantly when he hears you say his first name, "Alright. Well. Thanks for delivering my assistant. See ya later, Nanamin!" He exclaims and then promptly grabs You by the wrist and drags you into the room and then slams the door in Nanami's face.

The TA and teacher listen as Nanami sighs in annoyance before walking away, steps heavier than usual, and shows off how much Gojo gets under his skin.

"You didn't have to slam the door," you comment dryly, and Saturo turns to give you all of his attention.

"No, but I wanted to," he quips and plops back down on the bed. He crosses his arms and watches as his assistant sits down on the stool of your vanity. Behind his blindfold, his eyes trail up your slender legs, pale and creamy, just begging for him to leave handprints behind. He is glad that the female uniform came with an optional skirt.

You huff and cross your own arms, "You are upset with me," you say, and Gojo gasps dramatically, hand spraying over his chest in a "how dare I" move. However, he isn't denying it, so you know that trouble would still be coming.

"Maybe. Nanami did have you break the rule," he points out, and his pout becomes exaggerated, "Unless you wanted to go with him. Is that what it is? Don't need Gojo when Kento is there to protect you," his tone drips in mean sarcasm, but underneath it all, there is a line of hurt that You can barely hear.

The young woman sighs, hand sliding through your dark hair and looking away from your teacher. Guilt flooded your system, and you frowned, "I'm sorry. Of course, I still need you, Gojo," you said quietly. How could you not need him when you still had so much to learn?

Gojo stands suddenly, stepping close to You and reaching one long-fingered hand out to tuck his knuckles under your chin. He raises your face, and he leans down close enough that he can feel your breath on his face. He can smell you from here, sweet coffee and the light perfume you like to wear, "Do you, You? Do you really need me?" He mocks.

your face explodes in a blush. Sure, Gojo was always handy and had no concept of personal space, but it wasn't often when this happened. When he got so upset with you that he broke out the other rules.

you swallow harshly, "I do need you," you whisper, and your eyes flicker across his bandana. It makes you nervous with him so close.

A mean smile curls his mouth up at the corners, "Then why do you still call me Gojo?" He demands, and green jealousy colors his voice, "When you call him Kento," he snarls the name and holds his assistant still when You flinch back.

You bite your lip. Ohhh. Gojo was jealous. you weren't sure how to handle that, especially not when the man wouldn't let you go. So, you swallow and tell him the truth.

"Nanami asked me to call him by his first name," you admits to him and flicks over his face for anything that would give how he felt away, "You've never asked me to call you by yours," you point out and Saturo casts his mind back.

Gojo frowns. You aren't wrong. He's never outright asked you to say his first name, but that shouldn't matter! Not when they have such a strong and unique relationship. He scoffs and leans away, letting You go and rocking back on his heels.

"Well, I want you to call me Saturo from now on," He hums and shrugs, "Most of the time anyway." He amends after a moment and then stands straight. A shit-eating grin ghosts over his face, and he suddenly looms over You, his presence filling the entire room all at once, "I still like it when you call me Sir."

He watches his TA flush all the way down to your toes. He cocks his head to the side, grin widening when your thighs press together. He slides a hand through your hair, tugging it down so that you stare up at him. Saturo admires your as an idea comes to mind, "Think you can show me how sorry you are?"

This wouldn't be the first time that Gojo pulled something like this. He had guilt-tripped You before into getting what he wanted, and this wouldn't be the last time eityour.

"Y-yes, Sir," you gasps softly, and Gojo brings up his other hand to caress your face, thumb tapping against your lip and then stroking the plush flesh. He takes his time, making his naughty assistant wait as he explores your face.

“Good, Let’s start correcting these misbehaviors then,” Saturo murmurs and then pulls away. You licks your dry lips and watch your teacher dig around in the plastic bag that you just now noticed. He makes a soft disappointed noise when he realizes that the chocolates he’d bought earlier have now melted.

“I was so excited to share these with you_,” Saturo coos your name, condescension dripping from his voice as he turns back around to present you with a finger covered in melted chocolate. He sucks it into his mouth with a hum,” Huh, still tastes good. You should try some. It would be a shame to let it go to waste,” Gojo’s tone shifts, becoming playful in an instant.

“What?” You choked out, eyes going wide, and you hopped off your stool to get some distance between the two of them, “No! No, you aren’t going to start this, Saturo,” you were tired and sore from the mission with Nanami, definitely not in the mood for a game of cat and mouse with your petty teacher.

Saturo laughed, a devilish grin on his face as he gave chase, “Start what? I have no idea what you are talking about,” He says casually and steps around the furniture with ease. He is so much stronger and bigger than you are, and it makes him want to keep you close. Makes the strange, aloof man want to tuck this special girl safe away from the fear in this world. You Spade is one of his few weaknesses in life, and Gojo Saturo had learned to keep those close.

He gets the upper hand when you make the mistake of going near your bed. you gasp when he appears at your side in an instant, pushing you down on the blankets and sitting back on his heels, long legs bracketing the young woman and trapping you in between his legs.

“Ha!,” Saturo crows in victory and grins down at you. He suddenly needs to see you, so he slips his thumb under his wrap and slips it up and off, tossing it behind him. He could always find it later, “I think I deserve a reward,” Gojo murmurs.

You stare up at the man who had introduced you to this world. He looked a sight with his hair tousled around his eyes, the fine strands covering his striking blue eyes just enough. It was unfair how attractive, how downright hot this man was. And he knew it.

“You are insufferable,” you sigh and flop into the mattress, letting the familiar springs take your weight. You raise a hand and poke the man's chest, “Jealous and possessive, needy even,” you poked him with each word, and Gojo just shrugs. He is shameless.

“So? Would you have it any other way?” He demands and cocks a brow down at your. He leans in, close just like he was last time, but this time there isn’t anything in his way. The strongest sorcerer knows the answer by the way your pale cheeks blush and your dark eyes dart away from his own, “Answer me,” Gojo demands, and this time You know to give your teacher an answer.

“No, Sir,” you whisper and sucks in a sharp breath when his hand catches your jaw. Gojo angles your face to his own, and You watch, breathless and starstruck as his pupils dilate to pinpricks. He licks his lips, and you watch the wet muscle disappear back into his mouth.

“That’s what I thought,” Saturo praises and his grip turns soft, fingers sliding up into your dark hair, “That deserves a reward,” he states and then he is kissing you to within an inch of your life.

Spade makes a startled sound in the back of your throat before sighing and easily surrendering into the kiss. His lips move expertly against your own, pushing and teasing the soft flesh. His tongue soon joins the fray, shoving past your lips so that he can finally taste you.

Gojo grunts, hand tightening in Your hair so that he can get the angle just right and properly shove his tongue down your throat. He needs you to remember that you just can’t break his rules without thinking of him. He would never, ever hurt his key. you were far too precious to him, but he could ruin your. Make your never go a day without being able to think about him. Gojo Saturo would become everything to you.

His assistant choked briefly before sucking a harsh breath through your nose. Good. Last time, he’d been shoved away and glared at for not stopping. The kiss turns sloppy, spit leaking from between their sealed lips, and when he finally does decide to stop, a string of saliva connects them until it breaks when you lick your lips.

They stare at one another, and then Saturo softens and leans in again, stealing a few more sweet kisses from the young woman and then untangling his hand from your hair. You lay down, and Gojo follows, tucking his head against your chest and listening to your heartbeat. He swallows thickly, and his grip tightens on You.

“Don’t do that again, okay?” Gojo says tone firm, and You hold in a long-suffering sigh. The special grade sorcerer squeezed his key, “Be upset with me all you want. It’s all to keep you safe.”

“I know, Saturo,” you murmur and stare at the ceiling. How you craved this man. He had wrapped your mind and body in his entire being, and you had let him. Had easily given up any kind of control to the strongest man you knew.

“Long as you know,” He grumbles and buries his face in your chest, and you slide a hand into his hair to pet the white strands, “I can’t lose you too.”

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SMUT VERSION

“Good, Let’s start correcting these misbehaviors then,” Saturo murmurs and then pulls away. You lick your dry lips and watch your teacher dig around in the plastic bag that you just now noticed. He makes a soft disappointed noise when he realizes that the chocolates he’d bought earlier have now melted.

“I was so excited to try these with you, but you weren’t youre,” Gojo sighs dejectedly and destroys the bag and everything in it with a flare of cursed energy. You jump at the suddenness of it and eyes your teacher, “Oh well, I’ve got something just as nice to share with you.”

You cleared your dry throat, nerves taking root when Saturo cocked his head in consideration, “You still want to show me how sorry you are?” He asks, and you nod quickly. It isn’t nice when Gojo is mad at you. He makes it his goal to make your life a living hell.

“Good, get on your knees then,” the strongest sorcerer orders, and you look at him dumbfounded for half a second, and Gojo snaps his fingers loudly, “Don’t make me repeat myself. You’ve not been a very good girl, don’t you know that?”

The sudden change in attitude has You falling to your knees with a soft whine. It wasn’t often when Gojo got like this, but it filled you with nervous anticipation every time. your teacher stared down at you before reaching up and sliding his blindfold off and tossing it behind him. He needed to be able to see all of this.

“Come on, Baby,” He urges and You slowly reach for his pants, “I know you know what to do,” Gojo throbs in his pants, and he needs to be in your mouth yesterday.

you swallow as you unbuttons the dark slacks and tug them down. There is a damp spot on his briefs, and you admire just how big Saturo is. His hand tangling in your hair knocks You out of your thoughts, and you get to work, grabbing the elastic and slipping the briefs down to meet his pants.

Saturo grabs the base of his dick, stroking himself with a groan and you watch, enraptured as he teases himself until precum beads at the tip, “Lick it,” Saturo ordered, and You opened your mouth, tongue lolling out and lapping at the salty mess. Gojo groans and his hand tightens in your hair, pulling tight and forcing the head of his cock into your mouth, “Now suck, you know how I like it, Baby.”

The young woman closes your eyes, jaw already beginning to ache at the girl inside of your mouth. Gojo Saturo was not a small man in any way, and that included his dick. you took him down the best you could, precum and spit mixing togetyour and making an embarrassing slick noise in your quiet room.

“Could Kento fill your mouth like I do?” Gojo demands and his hips jump forward, causing You to choke and grab his thigh for dear life. His hand tightens to the point of pain and your eyes fill with tears, not having expected the sudden rough handling, “Think he could Fuck you as I do?” he snarls meanly.

Saturo doesn’t expect you to try and answer, instead, he begins to thrust, hips pistoning back and forth as he fucks his assistant's mouth. He would make sure that you would never forget who you belonged to, who had made you who you were today. Gojo whines low in his throat when he gets close and he looks down, grabbing You’ jaw with his free hand and squeezing, “Look at me. I want you to watch me come down your throat.”

You force your eyes open, heart fluttering in your chest when you lock with Saturo’s blue ones. There is nothing in your world but him right now, and the petty bastard knows it. He squeezes your jaw again and speeds up, pace becoming sloppy as a mix of spit and precome spill from between your lips and his fat cock.

“That’s it. Remember, You,” Saturo growls, and the young woman struggles to hang on to his words, “I’m the one who gave you this. I’m the one who protects you. You are mine,” his voice turns ragged and strained and your throat burns from how deep this man has forced himself, “My key, my weakness, mine,’ he snarls the last word like an animal, teeth bared and then his is coming.

Coming so much that You choke immediately, Saturo refuses to pull out, hand tight and tangled in your dark hair, “Swallow it, I know you can do it. Say you’re sorry, Baby,” he coos and hisses at the feeling of his assistant swallowing around him. He loses his grip on your hair, petting the tangled strands as you milks him dry for all he is worth, “That’s it. You're such a good assistant me.”

Saturo lets go and You pull away with a cough, face flushing as you struggle to catch your breath. You wipe your face with the sleeve of your uniform jacket and make a mental note to do the laundry later.

Before you can stand on your own, Gojo drops and picks you up with ease, depositing you on the bed as he fixes up his pants and then stands beside you. He disappears and then is back seconds later with a bottle of water and a packet of sweets. He hands both of them over and then sits behind his assistant, leaning your back so that You rest against his chest. He curls an arm around your waist and tucks you close.

“Don’t do that again. You’re mine, you got that,” Saturo whispers and presses soft kisses to the back of your neck and hair. You could get whiplash with how quickly this man changed moods, but you nodded dutifully anyway. This punishment could have been a lot worse after all.

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夏 + 五条 // OLVIDADA ⠀ ༝ ༝ gojo satoru + geto suguru ⠀ ༝ ༝ 2.9k words ⠀ ⚠︎ angst :3 this is a cyoe story ! [ endings are tbp ] ⠀ — [ part 1 ] you were supposed to be dead, but by some miracle gojo's found you. gojo, too.

i. alive

“So,” he starts after taking a sip of his drink, “where have you been all these years?”

You pause for a second longer than necessary, letting your finger run around the rim of your cup before sighing, “I lost my memory a few years ago . . . “ And he lets you delve into the same story you told Gojo, Geto hanging onto every word you say like it’s the last thing he could ever hear from you.

“. . . and Gojo and I have been kinda just been getting to know each other again.”

You only look back up at him when you’ve finished retelling your most recent memories, wanting to try and gauge his reaction based on what you’ve told him.

He’s quiet for a moment before he tilts his head towards you, “So Gojo and you, you’ve been bonding?”

You laugh a little, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and scrunching your nose, “Something like that, I guess. More like catching up? He’s trying to help me remember anything, but it isn’t really helping.”

Your smile turns sheepish, looking back down to your coffee, “It is nice to hear about the memories, though - they’re just new stories but me and you and Gojo are the stars.”

The analogy is . . . cute. Very fitting with your current profession, and not at all something Geto could expect when surrounded by curses. There’s something so innocent about it, so pure that has him clutching his sleeves in his fists and sending another smile your way.

“So how do you deal with it all?” The question leaves you with furrowed brows, head tilting to the side as if you need him to elaborate.

“‘It all’?” You repeat, unsure of what kind of answer he’s really looking for, “I mean, I’ve been to therapy I guess, when I was younger and still trying to figure everything out, but I’ve got a handle on it all now and - “

“You’ve figured it all back out on your own?”

You almost want to be annoyed at how frequently he’s interrupting you, coddled by Gojo the past few weeks reminding you how different the two are, but his saccharine smile never falters and you can’t really find it in yourself to be upset. He’s just curious, after all.

“Most of it, yeah,” you hum, unsure of yourself, “but it’s been easier with Gojo around - and now you too, hopefully.” Your smile mimics his own, and he’s reminded of one of the last photos you took together as a group, eyes squinted and head tilted. He thinks about that memory often, chaining it to his heart and he wonders for a moment if it’s something Gojo has mentioned to you.

“Yeah, me too.”

ii. scattered

You and Geto part ways after talking for hours (up until the cafe closes - the workers have to politely ask you to leave), and you promise to keep in contact. Something warm settles in your chest, happy to have another portion of your past back, even if it’s only bit by bit. Like piecing a puzzle together.

When you make it to your apartment, only half-paying attention to what you’re doing while trying to send a text to Geto so he has your number, you bump shoulders with someone. Immediate apologies fall off your lips, almost dropping your phone in favor of assisting whoever you’ve just run into, when you fully process the mop of white hair in front of you.

“Oh! Hey Gojo, I didn’t know you were coming by,” you smile, moving past him to unlock your front door, “you won’t believe who I just talked to.”

“I was just in the neighborhood,” he waves dismissively and follows behind you as you push your door open, “you’re not gonna tell me you ran into a celebrity without me, are you?”

“No,” you laugh, sliding off your shoes while he shuts the door and does the same, “I ran into Geto!”

You miss the way he freezes, too busy putting away your bag and putting on a pot of tea to notice, and he recovers relatively quickly, all things considered.

“That so?”

“Mhm,” you hum, “we talked for the last like . . . three hours? Would’ve never known it was him without you showin’ me that picture.”

When you turn to face him, he’s still hovering by the door. Maybe he hasn’t recovered as much as he thought.

It makes you pause your ramblings, “Something wrong? I know you guys aren’t exactly friends-,” you gasp, ”oh god am I bringing up bad memories or something? I’m so sorry, I should’ve-”

“It’s okay.” He smiles, but it does little to ease your concerns, “we still aren’t on the best of terms, but that doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

He watches you pull your lip between your teeth, still very anxious at the prospect of making him upset. He steps forward and places a hand on your head, ruffling your hair with a hum, “Promise, it’s fine. Tell me what you guys talked about?”

Gojo moves past you to turn off the boiling tea, grabbing two cups for the both of you to keep his hands busy while you talk, worried if he doesn’t, you’ll see how they shake.

You tell him about the various topics you managed to dive into, most being things you’ve already talked about with Gojo, along with some new additions sprinkled into the mix thanks to Geto.

Gojo is silent as you speak, nursing his cup of tea and shaking his head with a smile when you offer to get him a new cup. You frown, not liking how quiet he is. You poke his temple three times, and he blinks each time, before looking at you.

“What was that for?”

“Come on, Gojo, conversations need two people to participate,” you hold up that number of fingers, then point at one with your other hand, “it’s no fun if I’m the only one talking.”

He hums in agreement, and you sigh, shaking his shoulder, “What’s wrong? You’re usually more talkative than I am.”

“‘M just thinking.” He says dismissively, looking back into his cup to avoid the way your eyes bore into him, seeking more than what he has to offer.

“That’s dangerous.” You counter instead, tapping at his temple again until he scowls and swats your hand away.

“Ha ha ha, very funny. You should become a comedian.”

“You think so? I’d miss my kids too much, but if you think I could, maybe I could take up a second job,” you laugh, “but then I wouldn’t have time for you-”

“We wouldn’t want to take that from you,” he interrupts before you can finish, “your kids, I mean.”

“Like I could live without you too.” You hum, knocking your knee into his.

He gives you a genuine smile at that, and that’s enough to let you go back to whatever you were talking about before.

ii. dead

“How long were you gonna keep it from me?”

The words are bitter as Geto spits them out, arms crossing over his chest and head tilting while he takes in his friend.

His friend, who doesn’t look bothered in the slightest by the venom being thrown his way.

“Forever, if I could. Was really unlucky they happened to see you.” Gojo stuffs his hands in his pockets, kicking at a crumpled piece of paper in the dark alley the two decided to have this chat in.

“So you found them, and just decided keeping it to yourself was best? That I of all people didn’t deserve to know-”

“They don’t remember anything about sorcerery.”

Gojo’s declaration is enough to leave Geto almost gaping, before he squints and straightens his shoulders, “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said,” Gojo sighs out, leaning against the brick wall, “they don’t remember Jujutsu Tech for training, or any of the missions we went on - I don’t even think they remember how to see curses or use their technique. Think it’s just something that’s blocked in their mind.”

“Have you tried talking to them about that?” Geto’s curiosity of it all getting the better of him.

Gojo looks down, shaking his head, “No. I don’t . . . find it worth it. To spoil their happiness like that.”

Geto clicks his tongue, “I don’t think that’s for you to decide.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Gojo shrugs, stretching, “they’re content with what they know, with the life they’ve built. Neither of us are gonna ruin that for them.”

“And if I do?” Geto challenges, chin rising and eyes narrowing, “Not like you can keep your eyes on them forever, and I think being a sorcerer is something someone deserves to know about themselves.”

“I’ll kill you.” Gojo says easily. Calmly, if not for the way he glares behind his blindfold.

Geto grins, all teeth, “I’d love for you to try.”

iv. hypomnesia

A few weeks have passed since you first met Geto, and you fear he’s been ghosting you. You’ve sent a couple of texts, but the thought of annoying him overwrites any want to talk to him more, so you leave it be until he decides to message back - if ever.

You’re submitting grades for some of your students when your phone dings.

The sound honestly startles you, the classroom being silent other than the sound of your typing, and one glance to the device has you forgoing the B+ grade you were about to put in to instead unlock your phone and read the message.

Geto

Meet me at that cafe in two hours?

Your fingers hover over the keyboard while you mull over a reply.

You

i have plans with gojo then :( i can meet now if you’re free?

You watch as the gray text bubble pops up, dancing on the screen before disappearing.

Geto

Sure :) See you soon.

You shut down your computer with a hum to yourself, making a mental note to finish when you get home before you and Gojo go out to dinner, grab your coat and your bag, and head out the door.

Geto’s already in the cafe when you arrive, sitting in the same place from before, and offers a small smile when you sit across from him.

“Were you waiting long? Sorry, I ran into one of my kids’ parents while I was leaving and they dragged me into a conversation about a project-”

He waves dismissively, “Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t waiting too long.”

You give a small sigh of relief, shoulders visabley relaxing at this, “Okay good. . . so, what’s up, how have you been these past few weeks?” You smile and Geto can’t stop himself from returning it.

“‘ve been alright. I actually wanted to talk to you about something, though, if that’s alright. About our past.”

Your brows shoot up in surprise, head tilting as the waiter brings you your drink. The same thing you’d ordered before. It’s sweet, almost, how he remembered.

“What do you mean? Gojo and you already told me it all, right?”

“Well,” he pauses to sip from his own drink, licking his lips before continuing, “it seems Gojo has left out details I thought he’d told you.”

“Details?” You parrot, head tilting, “what do you mean?”

He clicks his tongue as if deciding his next words carefully, using the straw to his drink to swirl it around in the cup, “You - we are something called sorcerers. We have abilities that allow us to use cursed techniques and defeat things called curses, and it’s what we attended Jujutsu Tech to train for.”

You’re openly staring at him as he speaks, opening your mouth to reply but stopping yourself when he continues, “When you lost your memory, we were fighting some curses and you . . . you fell off a building, and we couldn’t find you in the rubble after.” He reaches out to grab your hand, and you flinch at the movement, not even realizing you were shaking until his own clasps over yours.

Everything was blurring around you.

The ground was rushing towards you so fast and so slow, and the wind whipping around your ears made it harder to process what’d happened seconds before.

You were hit, you think. By a curse or a person or something. You don’t know. You don’t remember. It hit you, and now you’re falling, and your cursed technique wouldn’t do you any good now if you could use it.

What even was it again?

The rush of air flowing past your ears is unbearable, everything around you melting into one mess, until all at once, all you feel is nothing.

You yank your hand from his with a gasp, eyes wide and cradling it to yourself as if he’s burned you.

“What was that?” You whisper out, voice quivering.

Geto’s smile is gentle as he retracts his own hand, placing it atop the other in his lap, “Your memories, I imagine, are back now?”

“What was that?” You repeat, fingers clutching the front of your shirt as if it could bring you some comfort. Closing your eyes for a second brings everything crashing back to you, the rush of the wind, the feeling of free falling, the chair behind you falls to the ground as you stand abruptly, sucking in a breath as if all the air has been stolen from your lungs.

Maybe it has, if the way you’re breathing is anything to go by.

He reaches forward, maybe to comfort you, maybe to help calm you down, but you’re stepping away before you can find out. Hurt flashes in his eyes, only for a second, then he’s dropping his hands back into his lap and gesturing to something to his right.

Your eyes meet . . . something. A small blob of green fat floating beside Geto, and you cover your mouth to stop yourself from screaming or puking or whatever squeak could pass your lips.

“I think we should take a second to calm down,” he’s starting to say, but you can hear the blood rushing in your ears, hear the way your heartbeat is thumping in your chest, and you’re turning on your heel before you can fully process the movement.

“(y/n)-” he’s calling out, standing to follow you, but when you don’t turn to acknowledge it, he stays in place. You just need some time alone to process it. He understands. He can wait.

For you, he can wait.

You stumble home, avoiding other blobs of flesh and things even taller than you that you can only assume are the curses that Geto’d started to tell you about. Maybe you should’ve stayed long enough to relearn about them. You can only offer a half-hearted apology as your shoulder bumps into someone in the hall to your apartment.

Vertigo takes over when the familiar smell of Gojo surrounds you, and he catches you before you can fall over.

“Woah, slow down there, what’s goin’ on?” He asks, leading you to your door when you don’t answer.

He eases your keys from your shaking hands, unlocking your door and guiding you inside while you hold him like a lifeline.

“Why dontcha tell me what’s wrong?” He whispers gently as he sets you on the couch, fixing your shirt when it wrinkles but freezing when you grab his wrist to stop him.

“You didn’t tell me everything.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s almost damning the way you speak.

“What’re you talking ‘bout?” Gojo asks like you’ve said something silly, like he can’t believe what you’re saying because surely Geto hasn’t ruined this for him - ruined this for you.

“Curses, Gojo? Techniques and training and-and,” your breathing is getting erratic again, unsteady as your grip tightens around his wrists.

“I need you to breathe.” His voice is stable as he speaks, even and calm despite the way your eyes are boring into him. Tears poke at the corners of your eyes, fighting to fall, but you blink them away and force yourself to take a breath.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to ruin the life you’ve built.” He explains softly, so fucking softly, it almost makes the anger and panic and every other horrible emotion that found home in your veins slip away.

But when you close your eyes for a second, you can feel it again. The falling, the open air, the pure fear before you hit the ground - and it has you pushing him away from you by the shoulders to stand with a teary-eyed glare.

“That wasn’t for you to decide.” You clench your teeth to will the tears from falling, but they do anyway in streaks down your cheeks.

“Do you think you’ll be happier now, knowing everything? Remembering everything?”

His tone is nowhere near condescending as he asks, but it bites into you like a bullet because you just don’t know. Would seeing curses make you happier? Would knowing about your past, having your memories back be a good thing like you’d always hoped it would?

“I need you to leave, Gojo.” It’s surprising how even your tone is, wiping away hastily at your cheeks and standing straighter.

“C’mon, (y/n), don’t be like that-”

“I need to think and I-I can’t. I can’t with you here, please, just go.”

When you look up at him again, he realizes how truly worn you are. Maybe from reseeing curses, maybe from the abruptness of it all. With his mouth in a thin line, he nods and turns on his heel.

He’ll wait for you to reach out. He can wait. For you, he can wait.

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