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remlionheart · 14 days

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Teacher's Pet

♡༊·˚ the second installment in my euphoria x jjk drabbles. this takes place where megumi's left off, but it's still a standalone fic so it's not necessary to read both parts if u don't want to ♡ tw for drug use and slight coercion. gojo x shy fem!reader. 𐙚 praise kink girlies who have ever dreamt of an authority figure having their way with you - hi, hello, welcome, enjoy your stay 𐙚 your former teacher's house was a place where anything and everything happened. a place people came to let go of their responsibilities and lose themselves for the night. there was only one rule: no one was allowed to step foot in his bedroom... shout out to the loml @bratbby333 for literally being gojo. 3.9k words. porn with a plot. lemme know whatcha think, luv u ♡༊·˚

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Satoru Gojo had never been the most morally sound, neither in his personal or professional life. There were many things he was willing to turn a convenient blind eye to, secrets he was willing to keep in order to protect himself and those he deemed valuable enough. In a world predominantly made up of black and white, he was the condemning shade of silver that connected the two. Always towing the line but never really committing to either side.

With the amount of wealth and status he possessed, there was hardly anything he couldn't have - not a person or a drug or material object that was off limits to him. The entire world had always bent to his will, and he intended on keeping it that way.

His footsteps were heavy as he maneuvered through the crowd of sorcerers that were scattered about his living room.

Every weekend was the same, a hazy blend of laughter and smoke and blue lights. Girls snorting coke off of his marble countertops and couples fucking in the pool, not caring at all who saw. It was the place that people wandered to when they needed to let go of their inhibitions for the night and succumb to their own vices. "Gojo's house of debauchery" as Megumi would so endearingly name it.

He tilted back the rest of his drink while he made his way upstairs, pleased with the way bodies parted for him without him having to say a word. He was imperious, subconsciously operating with an effortlessly powerful presence anywhere he went, but especially within the domain of his lofty penthouse.

He came to an abrupt pause, noticing the door of his bedroom was cracked open. There were hardly any rules when it came to his Saturday night depravities, but the one thing that everyone knew was to not step foot into his room.

His jaw clenched, grabbing onto the door handle with every intention of having to drag someone out when the tension in his shoulders suddenly settled. A small smirk crept across his face as he closed the door behind him, his annoyance completely overruled by a new sense of perverse curiosity as he noted the way his sheets hugged the side of your hip.

"You lost sweetheart?"

Your eyes snapped open when you heard the click of the lock, your mind was racing trying to piece together where you were. You'd taken at least 4 shots too many before you'd stumbled upstairs.

The last thing you remembered was searching for a bathroom, barely being able to push your way through the crowd when Nobara noticed you. "You don't look too good," she had shouted over the music, "here, follow me." She'd forced you to drink some water while you peed and then guided you to the connecting bedroom. "You need to lay down for a little bit, 'kay?" It was the last thing you had heard before your head hit the pillow and your surroundings finally stopped spinning. You'd assumed that she'd taken you to one of his many guestrooms, but no, in her own drunken haze, she'd managed to leave you in his bed.

"Gojo-sensei," you immediately grimaced at your own formality, scrambling to correct yourself while you rolled over to face him. "I - mean, Gojo." Satoru? No, definitely not. You shook your head at the thought. "I'm sorry, let me just grab my stuff and -"

His smirk only grew at your hesitation though, a slight laugh leaving his lips as he waved a dismissive hand and took a seat on the edge of the bed next to you. "You're already here. Stay."

Your body froze when you met his stare, the low glow from the red light above his headboard emphasizing the sharpness of his face. You were surprised he even recognized you considering you hadn't seen him since graduation. Out of all of his former first-years who would so frequently pass out after overindulging, you had never been one of them.

Never, until now.

His eyes drifted along your silhouette, noting the curves that had replaced your once slender frame. The maturity that had stolen your timid teenage smile. You’d always piqued his interest, but you were now piquing something much more sinister inside him as he continued to look you up and down.

"This is new for you, hm?" He asked, looping a slender finger under his blindfold before pulling it down. "I mean, you were always a good girl, right?" Your heart stuttered in your chest when your stare caught his fully. An impossible shade of cerulean gazing back at you through thick lashes. "A bit shy from what I remember."

You shrugged, thankful for the way the lighting was covering up the heat that had migrated to your cheeks. You were better off than you were 2 hours ago but you still weren't as coherent as you should be, especially for this situation. "I was a kid back then." You finally managed.

"Seems like you're still one seeing as you couldn't handle a few shots without needing to lay down." His tone was more amused than it was scolding. "Look, it’s all about balance. If you're drinking or taking more downers than you're used to, you need an upper to counter it."

It almost felt like you were back in his classroom listening to one of his lectures, only the lesson he was about to teach you was definitely not Jujutsu High approved. He leaned over, grabbing a black Versace box from his nightstand. "If you're ever bordering on the verge of blacking out, the quickest way to regain your composure is this."

You watched him pull out a bag of white powder along with a dainty, almost doll-sized spoon, scooping out a bump before holding it to the left side of his nose while another finger covered the right. His pupils bloomed as he inhaled, letting the drug enter into his system with ease. "Come here." He instructed.

You leaned toward him, it was almost muscle memory the way your mind and body both followed his directions with such blind obedience. A slight grin pulled at the corner of his lips as he brought another spoonful up to your face, his free hand closing one side of your nose for you. “Take a deep breath f’me.” He gave you a low nod as you complied without a second thought. “There you go, just like that.”

Your jaw tightened, an odd sense of clarity washing over you when you looked back at him this time. The coke had managed to reel you back in, neutralizing at least some of the alcohol in your system as your body buzzed from the stimulants. Reality suddenly had a stronghold over you, reminding you that you weren’t just in your former teacher’s bed, but you were in it with him while he spoonfed you drugs.

“Better?” he asked, cocking his head at you with the same smirk.

All you could do was nod, gradually coming to terms with the fact that you were powerless to the two opposing substances that were now working within you. Your heart rate was slowed by the alcohol but accelerated by the coke, neither one of them necessarily overpowering the other. They were instead coming in waves, almost taking turns as they flooded your thoughts and calmed your nerves. Gojo-sensei was always right, but you never imagined this would be something you’d learn from him.

“A lot better.” You admitted, watching him set the box on the nightstand, wondering if the way he left the bag inside of it open was intentional or not.

“Good.” He pulled at his tie, loosening it around his neck as he stripped out of his black blazer leaving him in just a white button up. “What were you doing here tonight anyway?”

Your mouth opened and then closed as you met his stare again. There was no subtle way to admit that you were still recovering from your latest breakup. That you’d come out tonight in a sad attempt to maybe, accidentally run into him.

“Oh, god,” he groaned, reading like you a fucking book. “Please don’t tell me you came here to get Takuma's attention.”

Your pupils dilated for an assortment of reasons, embarrassment churning in your stomach as you shook your head in denial. “What? No, I just wanted to get out for a few and -"

“Bullshit.” Despite the sharp edge in his tone, he was still wearing the same coy smile, his leg lightly grazing yours as he positioned himself closer to you. “You always had a thing for him. I remember the way you used to follow him around the hall like a lost puppy.”

“That was years ago.” You countered, trying to process the fact that he’d watched you that carefully.

“But you did, didn’t you?” His hand reached up, his slender fingers gently tangling into your hair, his voice dropping down to a pointed whisper. "I even heard you wanted him to be your first."

Your heart was racing, but it suddenly had nothing to do with the coke. Gojo-sensei had never been the most professional teacher. He was always joking with his students. Always getting into gossip that had absolutely nothing to do with him, but you never thought that his interest in his student's personal affairs extended to you considering you hardly ever had anything noteworthy going on. You sat in the back of the class. You barely spoke to anyone. You were a wallflower from hell. The fact that he remembered your crush on Ino was astonishing. The fact that he knew you wanted Ino to be your first was insanity.

His hand was still attentively drifting across the back of your neck, light fingertips gliding across your skin while his eyes roamed along your lips. You were forgetting how to breathe between the way he was looking at you and the sudden realizations that you were quickly having to come to terms with.

"You didn't actually let him take your virginity, did you?" His tone was dripping with taunting curiosity.

"He -" you faltered as his palm met the small of your back, the oxygen all but gone from the room. "He was my...first and...." You nearly choked on your own honesty, your face matching the deep red lights decorating his wall. "...only."

Satoru's body stilled, an incredulous look taking over his face before a vicious laugh erupted from him. "You're joking. So, have you ever cum then? Like, even just by yourself?”

"Of course I have." Your response was immediate. Almost too defensive to be true. "Plenty of times." You tacked on, which only made it worse.

You froze as his grip found its way around your waist, his fingertips lightly digging into your skin. "Show me then." he challenged.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode. His touch equal parts tantalizing and intimidating the closer he got to you, his hand cradled your jawline, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. "Show me how you make yourself cum when no one's around."

Your breathing came to a complete stop when he closed the already small gap between you, his hand gliding down your neck as his tongue parted your lips. His body was warm and inviting, pressing against yours with ease. "Let me see it," he continued, slipping the straps of your tank-top down your shoulders.

You were stuck somewhere between the desperate desire to pull him closer and a nagging sense of insecurity that you couldn't shake no matter how hard you tried. You weren't stupid, you knew that he was much more experienced than you. He'd probably been with plenty of beautiful women who had given him more of a show than you felt capable of giving.

He pulled away slightly, picking up on your apprehension as his eyes met yours again. "You wanna be here, right?"

You nodded back at him, an aching feeling building between your legs at how dominant yet unexpectedly gentle he was being with you. "I do, I just -" You felt your jaw clench, the coke mixing with your self-doubt causing your body to tighten up even though it was the last thing you wanted it to do. "My head is just kind of everywhere right now." You admitted sheepishly.

"Here," He shot you a small smile before leaning over to reach back into his nightstand while you stared at the ceiling, trying to relax into the softness of his bed. "Open." he said, hovering over you again.

His stare was locked firmly with yours as you lolled your tongue out for him obediently, swallowing down the yellow circular pill he'd given you. "Good girl." He praised, tracing over the side of your face with his finger. "We'll take things slow, yeah?"

You didn't know what you'd just taken. Truthfully, you didn't even care with the way he was talking to you. His voice was like silk when he leaned back into you, carefully wedging himself between your legs as he kissed you again. His movements were fluid but thoughtful. His fingers grazing along your skin softly, leaving little goosebumps in their wake.

He may have been with more people than you had, but you were gradually starting to realize that it was more of a positive than it was a negative. He was able to read you so easily, he knew exactly where and how to touch you.

You let out a faint whimper as his palm met the inside of your thigh, slipping up your skirt and moving your panties to the side. "Keep your eyes on me, okay?"

The way your bottom lip lodged between your teeth while you looked back at him with a doe-like expression made it all the harder to restrain himself, but he somehow managed to keep his resolve.

His long digits spread you apart before his middle finger slid between your folds and began drawing light but firm circles against you. He could see your timidness slowly dissipating, the Valium he had slipped you clearing doing its job as you arched your back from him and let out another whine.

You were overwhelmingly comfortable, your body completely melting under his touch. He was running uppp and downnn your clit with just the right amount of pressure, creating a heavenly amount of slick for the both of you.

"That’s it. Gettin' so wet for me." He breathed, his lips just barely ghosting yours. "Do you have any idea how perfect you look right now?"

The moan you let out was beyond your control, your vision was blurred by silver hair and blue eyes and how unbelievably good it all felt. "Gojo-sensei," you panted, your body writhing beneath him as he slid in a thick finger inside of you this time. "F - fuck."

Satoru groaned, plunging even deeper into you. He never knew how badly he needed to hear you moan out his formal name until you suddenly couldn't stop doing it. Your hips were bucking up towards him, your lips urgently crashing into his as more dazed out noises poured out of you.

"Keep going." He instructed, reeling in the way your eyes widened as he added another finger. "You're doin' so good."

You were grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, your walls clenching around him. He was hitting spots that you'd never been able to reach before. Spots that Ino had apparently neglected too. You felt yourself slipping. Your mind was racing. Your body grinding against him desperately and your voice breaking with each word you tried to get out.

"Go-jo... I'm - gon-na..." But you didn't have to say it for him to know. He slammed into you, nodding at you in encouragement as fire flickered through his steel eyes.

"Let it out." There was a fierceness to his tone that he couldn't mask anymore, his composure was crumbling right along with yours. "C’mon, let me fucking feel it.”

Watching you come undone like this was such a sharp contrast from the shy schoolgirl he once knew that used to skip class just to avoid group projects. You squirmed under him, mewling out his name like it was the only word you knew as an orgasm finally raked through your body, stealing away every last bit of hesitancy you once had.

You were staring back at him like he'd told you to, never breaking eye contact no matter how hard it was for you to keep still. Your irises bloomed with pleasure, a noise you didn't know you were capable of making escaping you as you drenched his hand.

"Good fucking girl."

He pulled out of you, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. Your lips parted without him having to say anything, sucking them clean as you continued to look back at him with the same innocent expression. He was afraid he was going to no choice but to get you pregnant if you kept this up.

"Takuma ever make you cum like that?" he asked, releasing himself from you so you could speak.

You bit back a smile as you shook your head. "No," you conceded, helping him lift your tank-top above your head. "Not like that."

"I didn't think so." He smirked, unbuttoning his own shirt while you slid out of your skirt, both of your outfits being tossed to the floor.

You felt your center throb watching him strip out of his boxers. An overwhelming sense of neediness flooded over you as you took in the intimidating masterpiece that was Gojo-sensei's body. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't imagined what it looked like a time or two when you were in his class. It was hard not to with the way girls fawned over him, but you'd managed to keep your infatuation to yourself up until now.

Seeing him stroke himself as he lined up with your entrance was prettier than any daydream you could've ever conjured up.

"Need you to focus on your breathing.” he said, rubbing his tip between your folds to wet himself with your slick. The temptation to absolutely destroy you was plaguing his mind, but he knew he needed to ease you into it. The only person you'd been with was Ino for god's sake, you deserved to be fucked properly.

You followed his lead and inhaled slowly, thankful for whatever magical relaxation pill you’d taken you as he prodded into you. It didn't take long to realize why he'd told you to breathe, his tip alone was stretching you out more than you were used to. You found yourself grabbing onto his forearm, your nails digging into his skin as a hazy whimper filled the space between you.

"It's alright, you can handle it." Your walls were smothering him, so impossibly snug and tight that he struggled to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head. "Just like that. Juuust like that."

He pressed into you carefully, harnessing all the restraint he could possibly manage while you tried but failed to hold back your whines. "God, you feel fuckin' good." He groaned. "Takin' me so well."

You were still clutching onto him, your mouth dropping open the further he went. You'd never felt this full before - this entirely enamored by someone being inside of you. You thought that you knew what you liked up until this point, but he was drawing noises and feelings out of you that you didn't even know existed.

Gojo's urge to break you was getting harder to ignore. You were so pouty and delicate and naively trusting of him. He'd been trying to keep a steady pace, watching you intently to make sure you were still comfortable, but the moment the words "deeper" and "please" left your mouth, he felt something inside him snap.

His hand laced around your throat, his thumb and index finger pressing firmly into the sides of your neck. The smirk he shot you was lethal. "Deeper? You sure that's what you want?"

It was your one and only chance to back out, but you couldn't. There was a coiling tension in your abdomen. A depraved craving coming from your core. It wasn't just that you wanted more, it was that you needed more. You could barely get out another, "please." before he was suddenly plunging into you.

His rhythm was merciless, his grip tightening around your airways turning your moans into strained gasps.

He leaned in, his hair brushing against your forehead as he watched your eyebrows knit together, your eyes locked with his once more.

"You've always been so fuckin' cute, y'know that?" His hips met yours with another damning thrust. "So good at doing what you're told."

The red lights blurred together, a mixture of stars and sedatives clouding your vision as the aching feeling between your thighs amplified. Your cunt felt like it was pulsating, that burning build suddenly breaking away from just your stomach and spreading throughout your entire body.

"Oh, fuck." He grunted. "There it is. Keep goin’.”

Your walls spasmed, drool spilling down your chin while you wriggled under his grasp. Your pelvis tilted up feverishly to meet his as you took every inch of him. You were teetering on the verge of passing out. Nearly crying from how overwhelmed your senses were when another orgasm ripped through you.

His grip loosened on you, his movements becoming more frenzied. The fucked-out look on your face coupled with the pouty, suppressed cries you let out when he removed his hand from your throat was enough to drive him over the edge too.

His lips caught yours with feral urgency, his hand tangling into your hair as a lewd warmth filled you, spilling out onto his sheets. “I want you over here again next weekend," he said in between breaths. “Got it?"

You nodded back at him, your mind humming from overstimulation as he slowly pulled out.

He took a moment before getting to his feet, admiring the mess that he'd made of you. "C'mere." He smirked, helping reposition you up to the front of the bed.

He placed a pillow under your head and brought the blanket up over your shoulders. There was no way you were making it home tonight.

He lazily slipped his pants back on, only bothering to button up half of his shirt as he ran a hand through his hair and reached for the Versace box on his nightstand. He divvied out another bump and held the spoon to his nose, inhaling sharply before turning off the light for you and venturing out of the room to see how many people were still up and about.

The music had died down for the most part, the once packed hallway now mostly empty. He rounded the corner, just about to head downstairs when he came to an abrupt pause.

"Ino." he called out, noticing the brunette wandering out of one of his guestrooms. "Didn't realize you were here."

"Oh, yeah." He shrugged, tilting back the rest of his beer. "Was just lookin' for someone, Nobara said that -" he stopped himself before he could finish his thought, shaking his head. "Y'know what, it doesn't matter. She's too needy to deal with anyway."

Gojo's eyebrow raised, an arrogant smirk cutting across his face as he played along, offering him faux words of shallow comfort. "Ah, yeah. Bet she's pretty whiney too, huh?"

"Right." Ino snorted, completely oblivious to the condescending trap he'd just walked into.

"Probably says you're not deep enough." Gojo pressed, earning another clueless drunken laugh from him. "Always so pouty."

"Exactly. Like she's never satisfied."

"Girls," he mused, adjusting the collar of his shirt from where you'd grabbed onto earlier while you were soaking him. "Sounds like she needs someone to teach her a lesson..."

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#jjk x reader #rem writes #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk x you #jjk smut #saturo gojo x reader #saturo smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #shy reader

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raamitsu · 20 days

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I'm 99.99% certain he won't survive in a real date tbh 💀

#love how the author drew sakura's super nervously shy expression while maintaining the comedic relief lmao #wind breaker #wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker spoilers #haruka sakura #nirei akihiko

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topplemin · 18 days

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happy mother's day

#i love dad gojo and his spoiled shy son megumi #they mean the world to me #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #megumi fushiguro #fanart

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nanamishorecumslut · 5 months

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Satoru LOVES eating pussy. At this point is something that he those on a regular basis. No matter the place, time or situation, he always be spreading ur legs and eating you out. You and gojo sometimes figh because this small inconvenience has to stop. You think that is not okey to do it in public, after someone almost caught you in a public bathroom (not even a nice bathroom bc this man IS desperate) The way he was fingerings and sucking your clit in a hungry way. He didn't even care that someone was at the bathroom door. You had to (forcefully) remove him from you and tell him there was someone at the door (also you where scared cus the fuck) These fights always ended one way, and one way only. Him eating you out, the excuse? Well, to melt your anger away(it works).

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this is actually my first time doing something like this. okey this is actually bad good luck

#Im very much dyslexic so idk if something is wrong #im very shy since is my first time writing smut ><#gojo is a certified pussy eater #the thing i would let this man do to me are wild #gojo smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jogo probably had this experience im sure about it #english is not my first language #probably delete l8r

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kentocee · 3 months

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I’m accepting requests for jjk 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

#don’t be shy #I’m in a writing mood #jjk fanfic #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #choso kamo #toji fushiguro #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 2 months

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Bridgerton!AU Satoru x f!reader

mentions of Satoru being a wingman, him and reader are courting, Satoru being a little bitch (kind of, but we love him here), fluff, minor angst for kusakabe here, and sweet ending

“Kusakabe, come here for a moment.” If there were ever a moment where you put your whole trust into Satoru, it was right now. standing in front of the full length mirror, the modiste writes down your measurements. “give me a hand, will you?” he asks, pulling out a scroll of material, “this color would be great on miss levington, but we need to check how durable this fabric is. I’d hate for the dress of the woman I court to rip all of a sudden,” he then eyes the modiste’s assistant calling for her. you there! yes, you! you’d be perfect! come here, oh kusakabe don’t be so orthodox now! get in the spirit of love! Satoru’s outspoken encouragement definitely earns a reddened look from his friend as your pursuer definitely pushes his buttons, making the man hold the material of the fabric as Satoru instructs to place the material as a skirt with both hands on either side of the assistants hips.

“Now do a twirl!” you want to hold back your laughter as kusakabe throws his friend a look, the assistant too distracted by the way the man holds her sides, unaware of Satoru’s shit eating grin. “oh don’t be shy now. you know I’d do it myself, but I don’t want to be disrespectful in front of my lady, kusakabe.” at the mention of your name, his friend sighs, shortly before fixing his gaze on the woman. he apologizes to her for a moment, for having this be of her time before he adjusts his posture and then twirls.

“Yay!! oh that fabric looked marvelous, didn’t it, dear?” both you and Satoru share a grin, he did feel something, failing to turn the moment Satoru called you dear or to scold Satoru, but the man is too awestruck by the woman in front of him that Satoru chuckles in laughter, “Oh Kusakabe! why don’t you take her on a stroll? You clearly think she’s pretty! Come on, I’ll treat everyone to some sweetened crepes!”

What surprised you this day was not satoru’s forwardness nor what he had Kusakabe do, but rather the man’s willingness with one reply. “Only if you buy her a dress too.” making Satoru grin as if he’s just hit the lottery.

#HELP why did I write this in 10 minutes #someone put me in jail #I have two versions of bridgerton AU Satoru #one is sweet and kinda shy the other is a bit like this or just a mix of everything #love him for this #gojo satoru hcs #Gojo Satoru #gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo sensei #satoru gojo x oc #gojo x female reader #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #Satoru #Satoru gojo #Satoru gojo x reader

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k-martins · 8 months

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THE LEAKS ARE COMING. LET'S ALL PRAY, JUJUTSU NATION.

#I think now we will have the flashback #and Megumi will come back #Gojo will take off his shirt to cover his son's body because Megumi is very shy #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jjk 236 #jjk leaks #gojo satoru #itadori yuji #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #satoru gojo #yuji itadori #ryoumen sukuna #gojo x sukuna

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notsunnyowo · 23 days

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Iᖴ YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ'T ᗷEᗩT TᕼEᗰ - ᒍOIᑎ 'Eᗰ

Part 2

Summary: Gojo Satoru is known for being a flirt, but what happens when he gets a taste of his own medicine?

Content: Fluff, Flirt! Gojo, Female! Reader (AFAB), Gojo getting flustered, Teen! Gojo x Teen! Reader (Reader is the same age as Gojo)

Word Count: 778

It was well known that the infamous head of the Gojo-clan was a huge flirt. And understandably so. He was a striking young man with good looks that could rival the ones of even the Greek gods. Not to mention the personality to match.

He was a cocky little bastard. Always using his good-looks to his advantage. Didn't feel like paying the regular price for a double scooping of ice cream? - He'd just charm the vendor into giving him a "customer discount". Wanted to get into the VIP lounge of some club? - No problem. One wink, paired with a flirty comment towards the security was all it took for him to waltz right in like he owned the place.

Everyone knew he liked having things his way. After all, no one had ever opposed the strongest. And gotten away with it at least-

You supposed that's what ultimately resulted in his unique personality. . .

His boyish charm worked on almost anyone.

Except you.

There were only a handful of people that could resist Satoru's charming attitude and you were one of them. And for some reason it only made you a target more than everyone else.

But could you really blame Satoru for wanting to make the cute new girl wrapped around his fingers?

He just found you so interesting (not to mention adorable) whenever you rolled your eyes at his flirty pick-up line, brushing him off as if he wasn't the Satoru Gojo.

You were absolutely perfect.

One could only imagine the look on his face when you actually responded to his flirty comments.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Satoru spoke in his usual charming tone as he leaned over your desk. "Don't you have someone else to bother Gojo?" Raising your head from the book you were reading, Satoru was met with your unamused expression. Letting out a dramatic sigh, Satoru answered. "No. Suguru's out on a mission and Yaga-sensei called Shoko to his office not too long ago. Said something about practicing for a medical exam, whatever that means." "Which means that you, sweet girl, get to spend the evening with yours truly." He added, flashing you his signature boyish grin. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you said sarcastically. "Gee. How lucky am I?" Grinning like the dork he was, Satoru completely dismissed your unenthusiastic tone and simply carried on with his 'speech'. "Don't get too excited now. I wouldn't want Suguru getting jealous." "But then again- Who wouldn't get jealous over the lovely little lady that gets to spend the evening with me?" He continued on with his 'speech'. Letting out a defeated sigh, you looked up at the white haired sorcerer. What was that old saying again? If you can't beat them - join 'em. "Y'know what.." You spoke up, capturing Satoru's attention. "You're absolutely right." "Oh?" The boy hummed, raising a brow at your response. Had he finally gotten to you? "Definitely." You chirped, shifting in your seat. "Heh, I knew you'd see it eventually." Gojo commented, his cocky grin resurfacing once more. "After all, it was only a matter of time till you fell for m-" His words were suddenly cut off by your hand tugging his shirt and getting him down to your level. Cerulean eyes meeting yours, Satoru could feel his heart picking up its pace at your close proximity. His breath hitched as he saw you lean in, till your noses were almost touching. "What's wrong, pretty boy?" You cooed, your grin matching the one on his face just a few moments ago. "Cat got your tongue?" There were no words to describe how fast Satoru's heart was beating in that very moment. Nor how lightheaded your words, and actions, made him feel. If his blood pressure didn't kill him you would. For once in his entire life. Satoru was left speechless. Chuckling at the flustered state you'd left him, you gently patted his rosy cheek with one hand, before pulling away. "Y'know Gojo.. You're not as bad when you shut up." You said, offering him a cheeky smile. "You should consider letting your face do all the talking next time." "Chao~" Once you were out of the room and Satoru couldn't sense your cursed energy any more, he let out an embarrassed groan as he raised a hand to cover his flushed features. He glanced back at the door you'd walked through a minute earlier as he muttered to himself, hand covering his mouth. "What a woman.~"

After that little fiasco, Satoru was never the same.

He had a new goal in his mind. Get the new girl to do that to him again.

Author Note:

OMG I did not expect my previous post to blow up this much-

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! <3

Also, I hope you enjoyed reading this lil' fanfic!

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icequeenlila · 5 months

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Shugar Shock (Satosugu)

He curled his fingers, still buried in Satoru’s mob of hair and tugged his head to the side, forcing him to bare his neck once more.

“Ahh!” Satoru’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling slack.

And God, he was beautiful.

Incredibly blue eyes, lidded and heavily curtained by strands of white hair. Thick lashes sticky from tears, fluttering beautifully as Satoru tried to keep his eyes open. His pale skin was now flushed and heated, pink speckled all over his face, running down his neck, bleeding over into an angry red where Suguru had bitten and sucked into him.

“Beautiful”, he breathed out, because suddenly the sheer beauty of Satoru Gojo was too much for him to keep in.

Satoru’s eyes fluttered open at that. Barely so.His lips quirked into a faint smile (fond, fond), eyes still heavily lidded as he rubbed his nose over the irritated skin of Suguru’s inner forearm, pressing his warm lips where he’d bitten down on him only moments before.

“You’re not so bad yourself”, he mouths against the faint bite mark, before placing the softest kiss upon it.

“Always the charmer”, Suguru said, smirk on his lips, watching in awe as Satoru’s pink tongue darted out to place tiny kitten licks to his skin.

Pink lips, moist and soft against Suguru’s skin. The scorching heat of Satoru’s tongue setting his nerves alight. Suguru was amazed. He was in awe of the picture that was Satoru Gojo, of the warmth that bloomed inside his own chest, buzzing through his belly and travelling deeper.

“Satoru.” His voice had barely any sound to it. The name simply slipped from his lips, without him having any control of it.

And Satoru peeked his eyes open at him, a faint shimmer of blue flashing beneath heavy, heavy lashes. His lips never left him, mouthing against Suguru’s skin, leaving a trace of slick, electrifying heat. Almost like Satoru wasn’t acting on purpose, like he wasn’t putting any thought into his movements. Like it was simply the most natural thing for him to do.

But now, Suguru didn’t know what to say. Because what was there to say? How was he supposed to put into words what he was feeling at the sheer sight of his best friend, of the beautiful, ethereal boy inside his lap, his droopy eyes, his pink lips (beautiful, beautiful), the way Suguru’s inside burned alight from the thought that Satoru was his? His.

Because this Satoru, this state he was in, was for Suguru alone.

It's a One Shot. They are sweet.

I'm gonna keep posting my silly little fics here till the day I die. I don't want money, I want Kudos!✨

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akaashislover1 · 2 months

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Part 2 (Cop NanamiXwife reader

If you haven’t read part one here it is💕:

‼️MENTIONS OF GUN VIOLENCE, MURDER, MAYBE SOME FOUL LANGUAGE‼️

Tears streamed down your husband’s face as you held him close. His head was buried deep into the crook of your neck. Quiet sobs and tears toppled over your skin. You stared ahead with a blank expression. You felt like crying yet nothing came out.

It has been a month since the incident. A month since you’ve lost your baby girl. A month since your family crumbled.

“Come on, y/n. Y-you gotta eat something. I know today is going to be difficult but remember we’re in this together. I love you.” Nanami whispered on the top of your head, ending it with a little smooch. He had placed a bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of you. Your brain instantly went to your daughter as you stared at the bowl. She always loved to crush crackers with her bare hands and sprinkle them into the soup. Every time she did that, she yelled that it was snowing.

Your eyes looked over to where she would normally sit. She loved sitting at the end of the table. It made her felt like she was royalty or something. She was always daddy’s little princess.

Nanami sat down in the chair across from you. He looked exhausted. His face also wore a blank expression. You could tell just by his eyes that he was ready to fall asleep. Ever since the incident he’s been working more and more. Working harder to find the scumbags that took your joy away. So far he’s had no luck. Mostly everyone that was there answered any questions they could. ‘Did you see anybody before the shootings that looked suspicious?’ Or ‘Did you happen to know or recognize any of the shooters?’

Nanami even got his partner to ask you to identify some recent criminals they caught in other shootings. He knew the toll that that took on you but he felt like it had to be done being as you were the only one that he knew of that saw them. Still, it didn’t make him feel any better when you teared up, shaking your head, none of the guys in the line up room matched what you remembered. It made Nanami sick to his stomach every time he would have to ask you questions about it. It would either end in an argument or both of you embracing each other covered in tears.

What Nanami hated the most though was almost every night you would wake up screaming. Nightmares and paralysis would haunt you. Images of your daughter’s dead body surged through your head every night. You would sometimes feel the tingles and chills as you remembered the feeling of blood on your skin or on your clothes. Nanami has long threw out the clothes all four of you wore that day. You wanted to keep your daughter’s shirt at least but the stained blood said otherwise.

Nanami cleared his throat and gripped your hand that was resting on the table.

“We have to be there in about two hours. Before the guests arrive too. Your mom called me and said her and your dad were going to stay for a couple days after.” Your eyes started to water and the hand that your husband didn’t have made its way to your mouth, trying to stop the whimpers. Before you could say anything, your baby boy started crying. He was lying in the portable crib you had in the living room. You had given him a bottle when Nanami woke you up. If you were being honest, Nanami and your son were the only things keeping you going right now.

You had the door to the bathroom open as you stepped into the shower. The lukewarm water began to drench your body. Your hair slowly fell into place when you looked down at your feet.

“You doing okay, my love?” Nanami’s voice startled you slightly.

“Y-Yeah I’m fine.” Before you could say or do anything else, you felt your husband’s cool hands on your waist. His lips pecked the top of your wet hair. When you turn around Nanami hovered over you. One of his hands stroked your hair out of your face. The water now covered both of you.

“I don’t understand how you take such cold showers.” He chuckled lightly. You gave a nervous smile. The thought of him thinking warm was cold amused you. Nanami reached behind you to turn the water temperature up. Nanami then reached for the shampoo, the scorching water temperature startled you. He squirted some on top of your head, the cool substance contrasted the hot water. His large hands began to message your head. The soap started to bubble as he lathered it all over your head. A light groan escaped your lips as your eyes closed. Nanami’s fingers scrubbed your scalp a little harder.

“I love you so so much y/n. I know with everything it’s been really hard but I am worried about you. You’re barely eating, you’re not getting enough sleep. You know, you could just stay home and I can handle the-”

“No. I-I want to go. I have to. I just. I just miss her so much.” Your eyes teared up. Your husband stroked his fingers through your soapy hair. Your arms instantly wrapped around him. It soothed you, the way he started to stroke the soap out of your hair. Right now was probably the first time in a while that you felt normal. You could hear Nanami’s heart beat against his bare chest. As much as you didn’t want this feeling to end, the both of you knew you had to get ready to leave.

Nanami got your son ready. He wore a little black tux that Nanami had bought for him before he was born so they could match. Your husband always joked about how thankful he is that your baby still fits it. Speaking of matching, Nanami wore a similar black suit but with a black dress shirt underneath. He finished it off with black dress pants and a pair of shiny black dress shoes.

You on the other hand had managed to fix your wet hair into a tight fishtail braid. You had on a multicoloured beaded necklace that your daughter had made for you when she was in kindergarten a few years back. It contrasted the black, skin tight A-line dress that you wore.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked Nanami, who had your son’s diaper bag strapped over his shoulder. He nodded and grabbed the keys to your shared vehicle.

Given the circumstances, it did brighten your mood a little bit that it was such a nice day outside. You and Nanami both would prefer it being sunny and warm as opposed to a cold and rainy day. Your son’s babbling and giggling also made you smile. You looked at the backseat to see the strap on mirror on the backseats headrest. In the mirror, your son was smiling and gripping his clothed feet. A chuckle escaped you as you pondered at how he always managed to get his little shoes off. Suddenly you felt a hand grip your thigh.

“It’s nice to see you smiling again, my love.” Nanami smiled, slipping glances between you and the rear view mirror all the while driving. He gave you a light squeeze as you noticed you were getting closer to the church. Your heart skipped a couple beats. The colour drained from your face as you saw all the different cars starting to arrive at the same time as you.

When you parked in the church’s lot, a group of people dressed in albs and robes, who you guessed worked there came and guided you into the church. The priest and a couple of funeral directors met with you in the back office. Nanami was the one mainly answering questions. You felt as if you were going to start bawling every time you opened your mouth. And if you thought that was tough, when you made it to the main part of the church you saw your mother and father greeting and talking to other relatives. When your mother saw you, you ran up to her and started crying. She embraced you with the tightest hug and you never wanted her to let go. You and Nanami have seen your parents multiple times since then but it didn’t feel real until now.

Nanami hugged your father and they said a few words. You watched still in your mother’s grasp. Your father’s eyes were red and puffy as he spoke. Your husband kept his composure, listening to every word he was saying. Come to think of it, this was a rare occasion, seeing the two most important men in your life on the verge of crumbling. You hated it.

“We’re going to get started soon, if that’s alright? It seems as though everyone is here” the main priest mentioned quietly. He had a look of empathy towards the four of you. You cleared your throat as you looked around. The church wasn’t packed but it wasn’t exactly empty either. A white haired man who you recognized to be Satoru Gojo, your husbands partner, conversed with other coworkers and guests. You remember he was the one who had asked you questions at the station about your daughter. He has known your husband before you two even got married, before you met even. Looking around more, you noticed even more friends and family seated across the church. Most were talking and hugging. Some were quietly conversing. Every second or so a few of that sum would be watching you and/or talking about you. They would have looks of sympathy plastered over their faces. Again, you hated it.

“Hey y/n, how’ve you been?” Gojo appeared out of nowhere. He wore his signature black round shades but it was the fully black suit he was wearing that threw you off. It was the complete opposite of his usual white dress button ups that he wears for work. He wrapped his arms around you. Nanami had warned you so many times of his no sense of personal space but today you found it a little less annoying. More comforting. You squeezed him tighter. Before you could say anything Nanami came and rubbed your back.

“I think everything is ready to go. Satoru, are you going to come sit with us? I think it would be best, especially if you plan on helping.” You moved to Nanami’s side. Gojo agreed only if it was okay with you which you had no problem with.

Nanami escorted you to the front of the church, where your parents were sitting. He gave you a quick kiss and then nodded for your father to join him and Gojo. Your father, Nanami, and Gojo and some other coworkers of your husband all walked towards the doors of the church. Some of them wore their police uniforms while the rest wore all black suits. It made you begin to cry as you saw them lift the small casket. You turned back towards the front of the church. Your mother who sat beside you wrapped her arm around you. Her head landed on your shoulder as the music started.

The tears really didn’t fall until the casket finally made its way to the front. All you could hear was sniffling when the music finally stopped and the casket got placed gently onto its stand.

After the indoor ceremony, you and all of your guests were asked to make your way outside to the cemetery for the burial. Nanami came and gave you a light squeeze and kiss on the cheek and gave your baby boy a little peck before heading back to help carry the casket.

As soon as you, your son and your mother got outside other guests that you haven’t greeted yet surrounded you. They were talking and mumbling at you all at once. Not one thing stuck out to you as you continued walking towards the cemetery. The only thing you noticed was that it was really sunny. The sun played peek a boo, hiding behind the bright fluffy white clouds. Your daughter loved it when it was sunny out. You smiled to yourself as you remembered every single time she would beg to be outside. She wouldn’t stop until she got her way of course. She never stopped. She always reminded you of Nanami in that way. They were both stubborn as hell when they really wanted to be.

Once your mother yelled politely told the people to back off, she yanked your son’s carrier out of your hands. You were too caught up in your thoughts to notice that she began to yank you as well. It took a couple minutes but once everyone made it outside the burial started. You noticed some people had left. You couldn’t care less who was here and who wasn’t at the moment. All that mattered was you and your family.

You saw that her grave was already dug and there was already the metal framework, waiting to be used. Soon enough her casket came. You got to take in the fine details of the woodwork that decorated the top. Once it was placed, your husband walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you. Your eyes closed and your arms went to wrap around his broad back.

Tears streamed down your husband’s face as you held him close. His head was buried deep into the crook of your neck. One of your hands rubbed the back of his neck. Quiet sobs and tears toppled over your skin. You stared ahead with a blank expression. You felt like crying yet nothing came out. He’s been holding it together this entire time. Other than the day it happened this was the only other time you’ve seen him cry about her. Now he was finally letting it all out.

You felt your lips quiver with every sob Nanami was letting out. One of your hands began to rub his back as you tried to squeeze him closer if it were possible. It drained you to hear the sobs and hiccups of your husband but you were more than relieved to see him finally letting it out.

“I’m here. You’re okay, my love. Just breathe.” You whispered into his ear. His arms tightened and he planted kisses on your neck and shoulder, reassuring his love and appreciation for you.

After the funeral, your parents took your baby boy back to your house so the two of you could stay with your daughter for a bit. Everyone had left, including the priest and ushers. Nanami laid his jacket on the ground so you could sit down. You laid your head on your husband’s shoulder as he sat with his legs crossed out and his long arms held up his body.

“It’s going to be so hard to get used to not seeing her around. It’s been so weird not being able to read her bedtime stories or play games with her. I know I have you and our son and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you both still. But I just can’t shake this guilty feeling.” Nanami finished as he took your hand in his. You scrunched your face, confused.

“Guilt? What are you talking about?” You asked worried. You squeezed his hand and looked him in the eyes. They were red and puffy but he still looked beautiful. Tears streamed down his face and when you focused more closely you could see that his lip would quiver every so often. It almost looked like he was reluctant to answer.

“I just. If I was quicker- if I had heard you yelling-”

“Hey, hey. Kento… Listen to me. You had no control over where those people were going to shoot. You can’t blame yourself for something you had no control over. As easy as it sounds I know it’s hard to accept it but we’re going to get better, okay? We’re going to be fine.” Your heart sank as those words flew out. That was probably the first time you have said that word and meant it. Even though you felt like crying, tears never came out. Nanami placed one of his hands over his eyes in attempt to shove his tears back into his eyes. You squeezed him into a hug.

Despite your husband’s feelings of guilt and sadness, for whatever reason after you said that your could feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. Like you needed to hear yourself say those five words out loud.

We’re going to be fine.

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Omg I finally finished it. I am so sorry for the long wait. I have been working non stop even just rn as I write this I’m getting back from a 15hr shift. Gotta bring home the dough.

Anyways I hope you all enjoyed it, it is a little on the long side, but I think it’s good. 💕💕💕

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kazimo · 2 years

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I didn't draw anything for tomorrow, but I did manage to clean up this sketch, which counts for something I guess

#死印 #death mark #satoru mashita #spirit hunter #fanart #art by kazimo #posting this now before i become too shy to do it lol

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selfindulgentpixies · 9 months

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Galaxies in your eyes

Okay here's my piece for the JJK star wars au. It's probably not the most accurate but the idea was super fun to me. Also I never pass up a chance to write about Gojo. Reader is a researcher working on the inside sending information to the resistance. Will I do more with this? Doubtful since my knowledge is rusty and limited. Thankyou @strawberrystepmom for putting on this event!

GN!reader x Satoru Gojo (Well they're getting there, there's definitely pining)

The lab was mostly quiet as you buried your nose in a report, eye strain be damned, the main sounds being the absent tapping of your own foot along with the low hum of machines. It was so late some might have considered it early as you sat there and worked. You typed at the report, the work making little sense to anyone but those it was intended to be read by, a clever mix of your own work and coded message. If all went as you intend the messages within would make it to a certain princess and a droid capable of deciphering your work. Really you simply would have rather gone with her yourself but as it stood for the moment you could do more good from here in your position as one of the lead researchers at the station. You had access to a lot of information and tools you would otherwise lose. So for now it was lonely work but you accepted that since it’s for the greater good. At least that’s what you tell yourself to soothe the ache.

You slip into sleep without meaning to and dream of friends far away and lost homes even further still. A bitter taste settles over your tongue as your dreams replay memories of horrors witnessed too young and guilt over being able to get away, to survive, because you just happened to be what… clever enough? Lucky maybe? Stubborn.

Your dreams aren’t all cruel though. There was some good in between. Good you’d worked very hard for. Being scouted for your rumored aptitude and intelligence from a backwater planet you’d been scraping an existence out on when you were only in your early teens, hallowed halls of education, forging what you felt was an unlikely friendship with a princess. Then there’s startling blue eyes across the room, time seeming to stop for you as you see a galaxy in his eyes and because your dreams don’t really give you a break you’re reminded of how time had not stopped and you’d walked into a pillar and dropped all your books before falling on your behind. His laughter ringing in your ears. You glanced up from your spot on the ground, face hot and wanting nothing more than to disappear as you watch his dark haired friend, who while smiling, still shoves him toward you.

He’s grinning ear to ear as leans down to your level and begins to gather your spilled study materials and place them on your lap. The dream lacks clarity though, his words sounding as if they’re underwater as he helped you to your feet. And even if most of his words had a teasing edge to them you’d still been entirely smitten. You’d both been so young. You remember even now having the oddest urge to grab the little white braid over his shoulder.

Many of your meetings would pass in a similar way. After the third or so time he called you the most competent klutz he knew. He’d laughed gleefully when in frustration at his half compliment half insult you threw something you’d been picking back up off the floor at him and it had merely frozen in the air in front of him. You felt he had to know that it was only him you became clumsy around and that was a mortifying thought.

Your dreams begin to dissolve, your brow furrowing deeply as the waking world pulls you back. Actually you’re not entirely sure you’re awake because when you open your eyes you’re met with those same enchanting blue eyes you’d just been dreaming of.

“Why am I not surprised I found you in the labs instead of your quarters?” That teasing lilt was the same as it has always been, though pitched lower as if he only wanted you to hear. Which was strange, since it’s only the two of you. Okay him being here was strange in of itself if you’re not hallucinating from sleep deprivation. With your common sense muddied by sleep you reach out a hand to try and touch him to see if he’s actually real, and after your hand meets invisible resistance for a moment it suddenly rests on his warm and very real cheek. His face stretches into a grin bringing out his dimples when moments later you pull your hand away and nearly fall back in your chair. Nearly because he grabs it and steadies it as he rises to his full height.

“Wha- why are- how are you here even?” You hiss a bit too loudly for the quiet space. You click your jaw shut when he raises a finger to his lips and hushes you.

“Not so loud. I don't have a lot of time to explain. I’m here to bring you back home.”

His words bounce around in your head. “What? Satoru, no, you know what i’m doing right? It's important that I continue for-” His grin is long gone now as he shakes his head.

“You’ve been found out.”

The words are slow to sink in but when they do your chest feels hollowed out and you taste metal on your tongue.

“I’m glad I was able to get to you first. Gather what you can quickly and without drawing attention. We need to leave immediately.” seeming to anticipate any coming argument he adds. “You can’t help your friends if you become a prisoner. Worse, you could end up doing active harm if you’re caught, regardless of how stubborn you are.” You shudder at what he’s implying. Implying that you would be tortured and you know he’s right.

Truthfully you never kept much beyond your memories close to you. Anything with true value to you would only be a liability so everything you actually kept while here had been superficial. You spin in your chair and pull out a small data stick and insert it into the counsel.

“I’m not sure we have time for you to be downloading a bunch of data-” You cut him off.

“I’m not. It’s a virus. “ You tap your temple. “If you’re taking me to the princess then I already have all the information she needs right here.”

He tilts his head forward and his chest shakes with a deep chuckle. “You’ve always been a clever one haven’t you.” It’s phrased like a question but said in a tone that implies it’s a fact. “Though won’t this set off their alarms?”

You feel the tips of your ears heat up at his words, but maintain focus on your task. “No, it’s on a bit of a delay and it won’t activate until it’s embedded too deep for someone to fix.”

“How long?”

“We’ll probably have 10 minutes before the alarms start blaring and the research station is thrown into panic.” A few more taps of the keys and you’re rising to your feet. As soon as you’ve done so he’s grabbed your arm and is leading you from the room. The serious look on his face keeps you from protesting. Though why would, you’d just given the two of you a solid countdown. The dimly lit corridors are a blur as he rushes you out, taking seemingly random turns but if you had to guess he was avoiding patrols.

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It’s only once the two of you are on the ship flying away from the imperial research station, that you speak again. The pilot had wordlessly taken off as soon as the two of you were onboard. You release a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and then feel his large hand on your shoulder. His expression is unreadable when you glance at his face “So… This isn’t meant to sound ungrateful by any means but why are you the one extracting me from here? You’re a bit important to be escouting one researcher. “

He wrinkles his nose at your implication that you’re not important enough for him to personally look out for. Really had you not realized anything over the years. His own personal interest in your wellbeing aside though… “You do realize how important you are don’t you? In the princess’s own words you’re invaluable to the cause. When information was intercepted that you were found out people were scrambling to figure out who could get you out safely.”

You blink up at him. “So you were first pick-”

“I insisted I be the one to come retrieve you. I couldn’t stand the idea of someone else messing up your retrieval and you being taken prisoner. Old friends or not, I don't like to think about what he would have done to you.”

The he in question was hardly a question at all. You knew there was only one person he’d be referring to. “Wait was.. “ you think better of saying his name. “Was he going to be dealing with me personally?”

“The implication from the intercepted messages was that you were going to be brought to him.”

“Ah…”

Silence hangs heavy between the two of you.

“I wasn’t going to allow that to happen. And I’m going to make sure you make it safe to the resistance.”

“...and what about after?” You blink up at him from beneath your lashes, worrying your lip between your teeth.

When he looks down at you his heart squeezes in his chest, remembering the time Suguru and himself had been sent to help protect the princess while she was attending a prestigious school. How that had inevitably brought him into contact with you as one of her classmates and friends. At first he’d looked at you going all starry eyed for him and wanted to write you off, but he saw how you genuinely didn't react that way toward anyone else. You also never made a true advance, he thinks you assume he’d respect the jedi’s rules so there was no point. Perhaps it was your way of trying to not put him in an awkward position. All the same he’d become very attached, fond of you even back then as you’d slowly relaxed around him. Your kind and positive disposition as well as your intelligence getting a chance to shine around him when you weren’t stumbling over yourself.

You worry that perhaps it was a step too far when he remains lost in his mind too long for your comfort. “Satoru..?”

He shakes his head. “What about after indeed. Do you finally feel like being greedy?”

You scoff but you still feel your face heat up. “Is it greedy to want to spend time with you after not having seen you in so long?”

He smirks and leans into your space. “I think it’s more than my time you want.”

The way his voice drops and the invasion of your space is loaded with unspoken meaning and part of you wants to put space between the two of you. “Satoru… If you’re playing games with me, don’t.”

“Does that mean that you do want more than just my time? Because I think I’m ready to be a little greedy now if you are.” You have no idea how close to ruin you’d come, but he does. You weren’t simply going to be retrieved for Suguru like he’d said. He was going to pay you a personal visit that very morning for your betrayal. So yes. Satoru was very much ready to be greedy with you.

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Okay that's it! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Now I've got to get to work on chapter 7 for my Satoru x reader x Suguru fic as well as get started on my two halloween collabs.

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#jjk star wars au #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x gender neutral reader #gojo x reader #jjk x gn!reader #gojo x gn!reader #I'm a lil shy about this one I hope you guys like this

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