#Gojo is secretly insecure

[wolvierama-new]

Boyfriend!Satoru, who loves you very much. He’s never been in an actual, committed relationship before, so he’s having to figure things out. You like his piles of gifts, but he doesn’t feel it’s enough. He gives everyone gifts, but you deserve more than his usual love bombing. He hesitates to admit that he isn’t sure how to treat you, but eventually he does. Of course, you’re so sweet about it, and you don’t seem surprised. He pouts as you hug him, muttering, “Has it really been that obvious I have no clue what I’m doing?”

Boyfriend!Satoru, who puts a mind boggling amount of effort into you. He spends hours at stores, wanting to get you a genuine, thoughtful, single gift. He learns how to do the dishes, which he’s never done before. He does his best not to smother you in kisses publicly, knowing it makes you slightly uncomfortable. He takes time away from work, which infuriates the higher ups of Jujitsu Society. He devotes himself to you.

Boyfriend!Satoru, who….is insecure. He worries about how you perceive him, working so hard to make sure he isn’t acting too spoiled, too arrogant, or too clingy. He does his best to not act like a player, going out of his way to avoid other people, especially when he’s with you. When you notice and say something, his mask cracks. He’s so grateful when you comfort and reassure him. He quickly eases back into his usual self, happy and comfortable again, though occasionally he needs just a little bit of reassurance.

Boyfriend!Satoru, who does everything he can to protect you even when he’s away. The house you share is practically covered in residual traces of his cursed energy, keeping any curses away and being a clear threat to other sorcerers the higher ups might have sent to investigate the person keeping him away from missions. He does his best to keep his work from you, doesn’t even let Nanami know why he keeps disappearing (though the blond, no-funny-business sorcerer has already guessed).

Boyfriend!Satoru, who does what he calls ‘regular people stuff’ with you. Watching movies at the movie theater. Going to festivals. Riding on the subway after a night out drinking. Posting on Instagram. (If any members of the Gojo clan found out he made an Instagram page, they’d lose their crap. He thinks about bragging about it sometimes.) Eating at restaurants without renting the place out. Watching fireworks while cuddled up on a grimy, metal park bench.

Boyfriend!Satoru, who proposes to you every time he’s drunk. He gets really pouty when you say no, and will mope around for a while, slurring and whining about how perfect you are. How he needs you and wants you. When he’s drunk, he doesn’t understand why you say no. Once he sobers up, however, he wraps you up in your arms, pressing adoring kisses to your cheeks and squeezing you in a tight hug, “Sorry, princess. Got caught up in everything again. Ugh, I love you so much!” And you forgive him, because of course you do. When you finally accept, he may or may not have debated shouting in victory to the heavens.

[sexcnanami]

minors dni, 18+ content

imagine secretly dating collegejock!sukuna as you both agreed it would be less drama due to your opposite social circles. sukuna was well-in with the popular guys – especially considering he was known for being such an aggressive, cocky athlete. you, on the other hand, were an arts major with a bashful demeanor and absolutely hated getting tangled in drama. but everything changed the day you both met on accident; bumping into him with a full tray in the food hall on campus. you shyly apologized, swearing that it was an accident of course but, to your surprise, he wasn’t chill about it so you put him in his place, something that’s never happened to him before – let alone by a woman as small as yourself in comparison to him. since then, he was attached to your side until you decided it would be best to keep your relationship on the low. you didn’t want any part in the popular lifestyle and definitely didn’t want your business to be out there like that. sukuna was reluctant but agreed to your privacy until he had passed you one his way to his next class where he overheard your friends talking about how hot he was but the thing that made him stop in his tracks was when he heard you say, 

“I bet it’s not even worth it, his ego is probably bigger than his dick.” he wasn’t one bit mad at that and even found it funny – only jokingly mentioning it to you while you were choking on his cock that very same night. but what started to bother him was the fact that with no one knowing about your relationship, anyone could approach you at any moment. sukuna wasn’t the insecure type whatsoever, but just the idea that someone thought they could have you was enough to make his blood boil and his temper get the best of him. 

what officially set it off for him was when he overheard satoru in the team locker room saying he was planning to ask you out after tonight’s basketball game. at first, he wasn’t worried one bit and genuinely believed satoru wasn’t dumb enough to go through with it – even if he didn’t know you two were together. his irritation didn’t start until after they won the game, watching satoru jogging over to talk to you. sukuna assumed that you were going to turn him down, but little did he know the pressure you were actually under as satoru had asked for your number and your friends sitting next to you were every bit of excited for you because of it. but again, no one was supposed to know about your relationship. without even being given the time to make a decision, one of your friends takes your phone and gives it to satoru, who happily puts his number in your phone. but before he leaves, he smoothly grabs your hand and places a small peck on your knuckles, your face turning beet red at the gesture. when he quickly heads back to join in on the team’s debrief, sukuna had witnessed the entire thing and was not having it.

he immediately turned on his heel, harshly pacing in your direction and completely disregarding the calls for him to join the rest of the team. the moment you meet his gaze, you instantly freeze at his demeanor. had you gone too far with keeping your relationship a secret – yes, otherwise why else did he grip up your arm and take you back to his dorm, the entire walk being filled with your protests while he was silent the entire time. he didn’t look stressed, angry, or anything, just quiet which was something that made you even more fearful of what was going to come. as soon as he brought you back to his dorm, his lips immediately attach to yours in a hungry, almost angry kiss, making you shut up as he firmly pressed you against the back of the door. 

“why the fuck did you let him touch you?!” he damn near growls, his hand wrapped around your throat as he towered over you. “fucking gojo of all people.”

“wha-I swear I didn’t!” you retort, his roughness causing you to be flustered. “it wasn’t my fault my friends gave him my phone and I didn’t know he was going to-”

“that why you got all shy?” he asks, his hand tightening its grasp. “It looked like you were enjoying that attention, you blush that way for everyone who gives it to you? That why you want us to be a secret?!” 

“no ‘kuna, I promise!” you manage to say.

“fuck that, I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” he barks, a wicked smirk on his lips.

the moment his lips make contact with your neck you almost immediately melt, his kisses carrying a much different weight than previous ones you’ve shared with him before. his lips and teeth take turns on the different marks they leave on your skin, the unique combination making your legs weak as light groans leave from the back of his throat. his hands wander along your curves while still pinning to the back of his door, his hands grabbing firmly onto the fat of your ass as his lips trailed lower to meet at your collarbone, his tongue grazing over the dark red marks left behind causing a shiver to run down your spine. his fingers shortly hook within the waistband of your pants, tugging roughly as a silent, yet impatient request before you oblige and help step out of them along with your panties – which to your surprise, he ends up pocketing.

without a warning, you’re lifted up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his hefty bulge presses against your clothed heat and you swear you could feel him throb through his sweatpants. as he presses his hips against yours, his lips reattach to your own, his tongue shamelessly pushing into your mouth as if he owned the space – which he definitely did. your mind was already beginning to fog and he hasn’t even touched you where you’ve needed it the most from the second you both stepped in that room. his mouth was overpowering yours, practically claiming your breath as he harshly rocked his hips against you, increasing the friction between you both and causing for your quiet whimpers to pour out. he nearly scoffs at the sound, feeling as though you’re purposefully trying to be quiet when his main objective was to get you to scream out his name for everyone down the halls to hear; for everyone to know you’re his.

he tries something new, fully hoisting you up for you to sit on his shoulders as he was now brought face to face to your drenched heat. he boldly flicks out his tongue, the muscle immediately coated in your juices. a sharp yelp rushes out of you and a satisfied smirk is planted on his face as he vigorously devours your soaked cunt, his fingers digging deep into the plushness of your thighs as he held you up. his tongue traces along the unique, soft curves and creases of your pussy, lapping up your gushing arousal while your moans drown out the sound of his sloppy slurps, your hand coming down to grab onto his hair to keep yourself more grounded, the assault of his greedy mouth inching you closer and closer to your release. he can feel how close you are, your legs being jumpier at each harsh lick he made against your clit.  

before you could relish in the waves of your oncoming orgasm, he stops licking at your sensitive bud before he gently places you back down on the floor, where you instantly drop to your knees in front of him.

“aww does someone want to make it up to me?” he grins, his hand kneading through your hair as he looks down at you almost pitifully the moment you nod. “of course that’s the only way sluts like you know how to make things right, hm?” your cheeks flush again at his degrading words, unable to ignore the effect they had on you as you sat there with your pussy lips drooling at each harsh word. you pull down his shorts and he doesn’t waste a second at controlling the pace himself, immediately shoving his throbbing cock into the warm, wet cave of your inviting mouth, refusing to give you a moment to even adjust to the stretch he brings to your throat. you’re already choking, the tight walls of your throat clasping harshly around his thick length as he roughly rocks his hips into your mouth, his tip dribbling with pre-cum the moment he looks down at your teary-eyes. 

“too much?” he almost chuckles, still fucking your throat with ease as he expects an answer – only to be met with the slight gargling sound trailing your moans. “can’t talk when that whore mouth of yours gets stuffed full–fuck.” you can feel your arousal uncomfortably pool between your thighs, the floor beneath you forming the smallest puddle and you can’t help but feel dumbed at the humiliation of it on top of his words. he suddenly pulls out of your mouth, your pipes being finally filled with air as you cough before you’re pulled up to your feet only to be spun around and slammed against the door, your juices down your leg on full display for him while his angry, red tip pushes into your deprived cunt. he pulls at your hips, making you claw onto the back of his door for support but this was his exact plan; anyone who walked down that hall on the other side would hear you’re getting absolutely demolished. his pace is cruel, each thrust feeling heavier than the last as you cry out his name, practically begging for release as your body is overcome with pleasure as his grip on your hips becomes almost paralyzing.

the sound of his hips slapping against yours were the only sounds resonating in the room, the lewd noises being music to his ears as he felt himself get closer to his own release yet he wants to last even longer, wanting to stay submerged in you for much more than either of you could stand – especially when he started feeling your walls clench tightly around him.

“this pussy’s–ngh all fuckin’ mine.” he emphasizes each word with a powerful thrust. “now everyone can hear how much I own this.”

before you could even fathom it, your orgasm washes over you, your vision blurring from being kept on the edge for so long and you feel yourself shiver as his pace sped up, gliding effortlessly against your plush walls and taking full advantage of the slippery feeling your juices on his cock had brought. you were practically fucked dumb, your back arching further as the overstimulation of your pussy took place, the tears running down your cheeks the moment his hand reaches around to play with your clit as you rode out your orgasm before his hot ropes of cum paint your insides, feeling him throb as he leans over to bite down on your shoulder. when he slowly pulls himself out of you, he watches the cum sloppily emerge from the cave of your pussy, instinctively pushing his thumb in to keep it from drooling more as he wanted you to accept everything. but part of you just knew, he wasn’t going to be stopping there, especially not when his cock was still hard.

“you get two minutes then I’m fucking you until everyone on campus has heard you scream my name.” he says, already tracing your pussy lips with the head of his dick.

and no–he was not kidding.

[bellabean24]

✩ Clingy&ObessedRichboys!Gojo&Geto x Reader

✩ Word Count: 426

✩ Tags: SFW, Throuple, toxic behavior?? , comment to be added to taglist

✩ Synopsis: What it is like dating Gojo and Geto,

✩ Clingy&ObessedRichboys!Gojo&Geto M.List | Jujutsu Kaisen M.List

Dating one rich boy is something but dating two rich boys is another. It's absolutely lethal especially since they both have been best friends since birth. 

Gojo Satoru is the type of boyfriend to text you ‘I miss you’ while you’re lying next to him. He has absolutely no concept on what personal space means and what it means to relax. You say you're going to run to the store real quick and suddenly he runs to the car and tells you to get to the passenger seat, then he’ll take his seat in the driver seat, his sunglasses on and his platinum AmEx card ready to use. 

“Alone?” he scoffs. “I’m your emotional support billionaire.” 

Gojo also buys matching outfits for all three of you all because “if we look like a power couple, maybe people will stop flirting with you two.” And yes, he and Geto will track your location. They only track it because they need to know where you are at all times. You call it obsessive. They call it loving. 

Geto Suguru is the quieter and kind of clingy, but if you tell him that he’ll say you’re lying. He’s not as clingy as Gojo, he won’t smother you, he’ll strategically wrap his arms around you then pull you into him; very subtle. Geto loves to spend his money on you just like Gojo, you’re sitting in the library studying then suddenly here he comes with snacks and water. You need to pay for your phone suddenly it's already paid off. And when you confront him about it he just brushes it off “I just like taking care of you” he says stroking his thumb on your cheek. (He and Gojo secretly goes on a blocking spree on your socials who likes your pics more then twice) 

Both of them together? It is completely dangerous. 

Gojo would post you on his socials with the caption “Mine” while Geto is in the comments warning people not to stare for too long. Or if someone comments heart eyes under your post they will blast him on social media that the person who commented under your post will delete their account. They’re clingy, dramatic and rich enough to ruin anyone’s day who makes you frown.  But they both also spoil you rotten, kiss away every insecurity you mention off your skin, and they remind you every second that you are their entire world. It’s intense. It’s insane. It’s expensive. And honestly? You love every single second of it, you wouldn’t trade for the world.

©Bella2025

[lightlycareless]

the jealous y/n i promised. one of them, anyways :)

warnings: naoya used to like someone before you. the thought of it makes you... uncomfortable, by some reason. highschool au. minimal proofreading but sometimes you just gotta let things go...

It all started because someone decided they just had to mess with you on your first trip to Kyoto, during your first school exchange event.

As yearly intended, the game would be hosted on the winning school; not that someone managed to defeat Gojo and Geto, but to shake things a bit the higher ups decided to break the rules and give the opposing school a chance—maybe fighting in their hometowns would help against them.

Coincidentally, this would mark your first time participating, and what better way to do so than by going to a city you’ve never been to?

We’re you excited?

Undoubtedly. How could you not consider these past details?

However, that wasn’t the only (not the most important) notion that had you feeling such way; what actually got you all giddy was the fact that you’d be going with your boyfriend! Which secretly turned this school trip into a small holiday of sorts, a promise of a good time once he offered to take you to the city and show you all kinds of enthralling experiences you wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else.

It was bound to become a memorable visit, one that you wouldn’t be able to forget, worthy enough to share with your eventual children!

And it was… but not for the reasons you expected.

“Ooooh, you know what this trip actually means, right Y/N?” Gojo would begin to stir, as usual. You do your best to ignore him. “You can ignore me all you want, but I’m just warning you, it’s going to be awkward.”

“Awkward?” You blink, taking his bait. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t say it, Satoru…” Geto warns, going against his very nature, which is to rile him further, and instead, showing genuine caution that you’d come to lament later on. “You’re just being cruel.”

“What is? Tell me!” You cry, fallen victim to your curiosity.

“Probably not as cruel as Naoya taking his girlfriend to see his crush. Or past crush, I guess.”

“Crush…?” You blink, your heart dropping to your stomach at the thought of his affections once belonging to someone else. It shouldn’t be that way, of course. Whatever happened before you met him should be beyond your concern.

And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from torturing yourself with the thought, needlessly wondering who was the lucky girl to previously obtain his attention.

Was she nice? Was she pretty? Did anything manage to happen between the two…?

…

…

Does she look like you?

You ought to know better than to ask questions you do not want answered.

“Naoya hasn’t told you?” Satoru worried. “He used to have this huge crush on Utahime, like you don’t imagine how big it was; he’d stalk her everywhere she went, turn all red whenever she was near—“

“Satoru!” Suguru condemned, but it was too late.

It’s safe to say you no longer looked forward to your trip to Kyoto.

“She was going to learn so anyways, might as well get it over with!”

“And?? That doesn’t give you permission to be an idiot about it!”

“I’m just preparing Y/N! It’s not my fault that Naoya hasn’t told her about it… which is quite suspicious if you ask me, more so since he’s been in contact with her quite recently! Did you know he asked me for her number? I think he might not be over—“

“Do you ever shut up, Satoru?” You coldly interject, retreating soon after before the tears forming in your eyes could further humiliate you.

Suguru was right, there was no need for him to be as imprudent when it came to the relationship you were clearly very happy with; but you should’ve not let his behavior affect you either, that’s just how he is—everyone knew that—since he was a little kid.

Satoru just had this need to make everyone miserable simply because he could; but now that your insecurities were stirred, all you could do was revisit Naoya’s enthusiasm for your visit… and tie it with Utahime.

Overanalyze every interaction you had with him and wonder if he ever imagined it was her instead of you.

Like when he complimented you for appearance, called you cute when decorating your hair with a bow, which after Satoru’s bold accusations, you come to find it might’ve been because of nostalgia, longing. Not because Naoya actually meant it.

Utahime’s beautiful, there's no denying that.

She's also taller than you, brighter, determined; with no patience for nonsense yet kind enough to help others when asked. You should know, on the few occasions you’ve had the opportunity to interact with her, she was nothing but gentle when explaining one of the assignments you were struggling with—even offering to tutor you if you continued to have questions.

Undoubtedly, a perfect match for Naoya; both politically and personally. A conclusion that makes your poor heart ache the longer you keep comparing yourself to her.

No one looks at her and thinks “she's too childish” or “she's unsuited for the life of sorcery”. In fact, she’s the type of person one would go to when in trouble, the one to look for when in need of comfort.

While you… well, you’re funny. And apparently, a bit childish too. But definitely not the hope for the next generation of sorcerers.

When weighing all these alleged facts, and after placing Utahime on a pedestal while desecrating your own worth, you question…

Did Naoya settle on you because he couldn't end up with her?

Or were you simply a steppingstone, a diversion while they reunite in the future?

…

…

…

Are you fated to never be good enough by yourself? Everyone’s second choice when their initial plan doesn’t work?

It's not something you'd discern at a simple glance, but when Naoya begins to act more and more secretive the closer the date of your trip got, the more you're inclined to believe so; his distance had been so glaringly obvious that the only time you’ve managed to spend with him was when accidentally bumping into each other in the hallways when going to your next class.

Still, your stubborn heart gave him one last chance. One more opportunity to deny all the ridiculous claims plaguing your mind and realize that the sole reason he’s glued to his phone is because of his family, tending his responsibilities as heir…

And not because he’s seeking another woman.

“Ah, Y/N… I'm a little behind with some of my projects right now so I don't think I'll be able to join you for lunch… but don’t let that stop you, go ahead, eat something. I wouldn't want my princess to starve because of me”

That’s when everything made sense.

Because Naoya, though he may hate paperwork, essays, and all that deviated from exorcizing curses, he was still an excellent student and always delivered on time. Might’ve coerced someone to do his work from time to time when not in the mood, but it still brought you back to the same conclusion.

A realization that sparked your anger, bitterness—jealousy.

But most importantly, sadness.

Which you could no longer hide the fateful day of your trip.

“Wait, Y/N—! Why are you in such a rush? We’re still on time for the train!” Naoya would say after catching up to you. The two had previously agreed to meet up just outside your dorm and go to the train station together from there; but alas, you were nowhere to be seen when he eventually arrived, and this caused him to be very surprised.

After all, you were virtually inseparable from him; you would’ve spent the night with him if only it wasn’t prohibited. So… why the sudden indifference?

One could only try to be compassionate when remembering this was his first, serious relationship, so there were many things he had yet to learn about having a girlfriend and how to treat her.

It’s just a misfortune he’d come to learn that lesson harshly so.

“I'm fine, thank you.” you frown, ignoring Naoya as you continue to pull your suitcase towards the exit. The faculty gave students two options, either take the provided transportation and ride with the rest of your classmates to the train station or go by yourself.

Solitude was only appetizing with the silent turmoil you carried.

Your boyfriend doesn't say much after that, though he does note the striking difference of your usually bubbly personality with this… muted version of his girlfriend.

When you once harbored excitement to travel to a completely new city, you now… well, it looked as if you'd rather get sick than do this. And it didn’t seem to be caused by anxiety either, he’d seen you nervous and this was not the way you behaved when such.

Not exactly the disposition he hoped for today's happening, and yet, he’s still light years away from figuring why!

Was it better to simply… leave you alone?

“Y/N, let me help you.” he decides otherwise, at least your stubbornness is something he’s familiar with and thus, not easily swayed to back off when you ignore him again. “Princess—”

“Don’t touch me!” You exclaim, pulling your hand away from his. “I said I'm fine, now leave me alone!”

Naoya blinks, at first startled by your sudden outburst, before growing irritated, never one to enjoy being lashed out on—less if it came from someone as important as you.

“What the hell has gotten into you?!’ Naoya scorns, trying to get a hold of your hand only for you to dismiss him again. “I'm just trying to help you!”

“Yeah, right. Just to get there quicker, huh?” you frown.

“I mean, is that not ideal?”

“You're unbelievable.”

“Huh??? Will you at least care to explain why you’re so moody out of the sudden??”

His choice of dismissing words stabs your heart in a sharp, painful way that only serves to ignite your anger even more. Naoya really had no idea, did he?

Or did he believe you were as naïve as he desperately intended to portray you?

“Oh, it’s nothing. Nothing at all! In fact, how about I just step aside so you can do everything you want in Kyoto? Go see who you want to see while I stay behind, quiet, so you won't have to worry about me?!”

“But—what?? Did you forget were supposed to spend time together over there?? Show you the city?!” Naoya exclaims. “What happens to that??”

“I don't know, you tell me!” You cry back. “No, you know what, don't tell me. I don't feel like hearing—”

“Oh, no you're not.” Naoya says, take ahold of your arm and forcing you to see him face to face—getting a good look of your red, swollen eyes from undoubtedly spending the whole night crying, that only made his determination to find out what ailed you even stronger.

And deal with whomever was responsible for this dreadful act.

Even if it was yourself, or unwittingly himself too.

“We're going to spend two hours on a bullet train which I don't intend to have by you ignoring me through the entirety of it.” He goes on.

“Naoya—”

“Who did this to you? Tell me who hurt you and I'll make sure they—”

“Just stop it already! You don't have to set up all these… theatrics just so you can feel less guilty about seeing her!”

“Her?” He breathes, of all things you could’ve sputtered, this is the least, most shocking one he could’ve received. Where did you even get this idea?? “Pray tell, who am I seeing?”

“I don't—I don't want to talk anymore.”

“Y/N!” Naoya exclaims, you flinch—a reaction that has him immediately regretting his act, softening his voice. “I can't help but feel there's a sort of misunderstanding here, just tell me what's going on… Please.”

“...I just want to know if you— if you still harbor feelings for that person before me?”

“Huh?” Naoya frowns. “Talk clearly, mochi. I don't understand a word you're saying—”

“I'm asking if you still like the girl you liked before me!” You cry. “Or perhaps never stopped liking…”

“Who did I like?” He asks back, genuinely confused.

“Are you going to make me say it?!”

“I mean, if we're to get anywhere.”

“Fine! I’m referring to Utahime! You like her, don't you?!”

“Uta—what?? Where did you get that idea?!”

“Don't—don’t act like you don't know what I'm talking about!” You insist. “Satoru told me…”

“Ah, and he's nothing but a reliable source, isn't he?”

“Suguru confirmed it too! Or at least his reaction did…”

Naoya pinches the bridge of his noise, exasperated.

“When are you going to stop believing the stupidities they spew at you?”

“Well, Satoru had no reason to lie about that!”

Naoya can think of many, thousands in fact, and they always boil down to malice…

It's hard to believe how he once used to admire him, even thought of himself as very similar to him. But now that he keeps needlessly tormenting his love, that sentiment is far gone—he’ll deal with that matter soon enough, right after reassuring you he doesn’t have feelings for his past classmate.

Not anymore, that is.

“... Just tell me if you still like her, so I can stay out of your way—”

“I don't like her, Y/N.” Naoya declares. “Honestly, I don't think I ever did.”

“Then why did he say that?”

All must’ve started back when he was still a first-year student, having just transferred from Kyoto after demanding to be close to one of his admirations.

Satoru, always the obnoxious one since the beginning of time, had the tradition of pestering all newcomers in hopes of finding a victim to let out all his frustrations on for the following years; however, his sights were specifically the Zen'in heir whom he was previously acquainted with and was quite surprised to see “interacting with the mortals”, since their families often preferred to homeschool their talents.

Of course, now that he was within reach, he just couldn't miss the opportunity of mocking him in any conceivable shape and form, beginning with questions intended to get a rise out of him.

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t like any of the girls here?” Satoru would begin, for the nth time that day. “Or perhaps left a darling back at home?”

“No, I do not” No matter the insistences, Naoya remained strong in his beliefs, much to Satoru’s disappointment. But if anything, this made it into a far more gratifying challenge.

“Oh, really? Do you expect me to believe the great Zen’in heir has trouble getting with girls?” He continues to tease. “Hm, should’ve known—the only way anyone could tolerate you people is by coercing—"

“Fine! Alright! I like Utahime!” Naoya promptly declared, making Satoru’s expectations… well, shatter. Whatever he had in mind was nothing compared with the seeming reality!

“No way, you like her???!!”

Obviously, for someone as aggravating, set to get the worst of people, he could never truly find enjoyment in Utahime that wasn’t from tormenting her.

But to Naoya… well, he’d soon find out there was more to his answer than just selecting the one he found attractive at the moment.

Just as it was stated, he found Utahime to be quite… alluring. She was fairly good looking, and conservative enough in certain aspects, at least the ones he considered his clan would care of.

Perhaps the only thing he didn’t enjoy was that explosive temperament of hers, how she always fell victim to Satoru’s provocations instead of ignoring him, as a proper lady would’ve.

But he still gave her a chance, tried approaching her, get to know what she thought of him, how much he knew of the Zen’in clan, and most importantly, if she enjoyed being a miko—because such lifestyle could prove detrimental if they got together, and the last thing he needed was more personal struggles to deal with.

Yet, as much as he insisted…as much as Utahime tried to ignore his preceding reputation and give him the benefit of the doubt, nothing would come out from someone that didn’t have the patience to see past of his rough exterior and understand why Naoya was the way he was.

Who he could truly be.

Such things were meant for soulmates, after all.

And all that could’ve been was effectively terminated the moment he decided to transfer to Tokyo.

But for the only other person who saw everything unfold, Satoru, there was still much, much more to exploit.

“...Satoru said you’d always get all flustered whenever she was around” you quietly continue. “So, if you really didn’t like her, why would he say that?”

“Because he'd follow me everywhere to tease me, it was becoming quite… irritating.” He answered honestly, but still not enough to ease your poor heart of its selfish, hurtful assumptions.

“It still doesn't explain why you were talking with her these past few days” you go on, as much as a part of you desired not to.  You just wish that whatever you found out, it wouldn't shatter you. “You’d even hide your phone from me…”

Naoya, understanding how bad this looked, sighs. Nonetheless, if he wishes to preserve your affection he cannot hold back on the truth.

“I… I didn't want to tell you, it was meant to be a surprise, really…  but, well, I managed to figure out where the exchange event is to happen, which is coincidentally, an area to which Utahime is native to. And since I promised to show you around, take you to the best places…. I thought it might've been productive to ask for her input.

I know I pride myself on being from Kyoto, quite arrogantly so, but the truth is… I barely know anything outside what my family has shown me. I wasn't much of a friendly person so I didn't have anywhere to hang out.

And I didn't want to disappoint you, I couldn't let you down, especially after instantly listening to your excitement. The thought alone of ruining your first trip to the city is enough to drive me mad, so… I believed that doing all this was the right path to take.

… But had I known this would be the outcome, I would rather face your disappointment that to never have you by my side again.”

At his explanation, conformed of genuine words and concerns, all you could do is cry.

Weep at the incredulity of your assumptions, ashamed of your distrustful behavior towards him for once again, believing the past that once plagued Naoya.

How long would it take for your insecurities to finally free you? To stop listening what others whisper at your ear, of how he was the wrong person for you?

Until he decides he’s had enough of your childish antics and leaves for good?

Naoya’s far from perfect, undoubtedly so, but he's trying his hardest and he's changing because of it: when he once cared for nothing but his needs, all he could think of now is your happiness.

Were you willing to disappoint him? Rupture this relationship and lose him forever?

You'd never forgive yourself, which is why you wept, and wept, and wept.

Because you had, right before you, the only thing you ever wanted in life— a man that loved you just as you are—and almost ruined it.

But Naoya, whom perhaps regretted this situation the most, didn’t see the reason behind your tears and instead, believed them to be caused by his own failure, the lack of oversight to realize the gravity of his acts and subsequently poorly attempting to bridge his misjudgment.

A part of him doesn’t worry about your solitude, because he knows you’ll always have your friends and family to support you.

But him… without you, he’s truly alone. And he can’t—couldn’t let you go.

 “Tell me, Y/N. What do I need to do for you to believe me? For you to trust me again?” he quickly begins to beg, spew just about anything that might earn him your compassion and forgiveness—one last chance.

Though a simple remedy was all that he needed.

“A—A—hug…!” You sob, and Naoya doesn’t need to be told twice to quickly wrap his arms around you and pull you close into his chest, hoping that by his warmth you’d be reassured into ceasing the one thing that always shattered his heart. “I’m—I’m sorry, I should’ve never distrusted you, it’s just that I—”

“You don’t have to say anything, princess. It was just a mistake.” He says, pressing his face against the top of your head.

“But I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did!” you retort. “I shouldn’t have accused you of something that I wasn’t certain of! Of something you would’ve never done, now I know…”

“Why did you believe that I’d have eyes for another woman in the first place…? Have I not shown you what you mean to me?”

“Ye—yes, but…”

“But?”

You sniffle, before swallowing.

“I guess a part of me always felt undeserving of you.” You confess. “Skeptical to believe I found someone that truly loved me, that’d be willing to do all you’ve done for me.”

Naoya at first remains quiet, starting at you in complete disbelief before letting out a warm chuckle, making you frown.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing, I just… learned we’re not so different, after all.”

You look up to him. “What do you mean?”

“I too, at times, feel underserving of you.” He confesses. “You don’t know how many times I’ve feared the possibility of you simply… deciding you were no longer happy with me; that you might realize there is someone infinitely better than me and leave.”

A certain friend of yours made sure to revive such sentiment within him whenever nearby.

But just as him, you never had eyes for anyone else that wasn’t the love of your life.

“…I guess that’s another way to know we’re meant for each other.” You quietly discern, resting your face back into his chest while Naoya laughs once more. “Does that mean you’re not… upset with me anymore?”

“Upset? If anything, I was quite delighted to see you jealous; you’re quite cute when you are, you know?” He teases, gently pinching your cheek.

“I wasn’t jealous!” You cry, he raises an eyebrow. “I mean… not without reason.”

“Have I not told you already that you are the most beautiful, adorable, gentlest woman in the whole world?” Naoya continues, you turn bright red.

“Now you’re just embarrassing me!” you gasp, pushing your face deeper into his chest.

“The list is honestly endless, but we do have a train to catch.” He reminds you, making your eyes widen and gasp.

“Oh, my god you’re right! We have to hurry!” you say, ready to fetch your suitcase, before bashfully looking back to him. “…Are you still sitting with me?”

“Unless you’re saving it for a random person.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Nope, and I do not want to run the risk of being paired with a weirdo!”  you exclaim. “You have a lot to catch up with me, anyways.”

“I know.” Naoya responds. “Though I doubt talking about preparations and schoolwork will be any exciting.”

“I was thinking something a bit more… personal. Like kisses.” You murmur, and he smirks before leaning down to peck your lips, heart fluttering in return.

“Is that a good way to start?”

You smile, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him back.

“Perfect.”

Your trip to Kyoto proves to be just as exciting as you expected, if not more thanks to all his precedent planning, that you simply couldn’t wait for the day you’d come again.

Thankfully, you’d have plenty of time to do so once convincing Naoya to take you to visit the Zen’in… much to his chagrin. But anything to make you happy, he supposes.

yes i love setting up more stories should I be blamed? NO. ahahaha

anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it 🙈 I couldn't (nor wouldn't) write anything that might be interpreted as slander against utahime cause i don't feel that way about her (though I feel incredibly disappointed that we didn't get to see more of her 😒😒😒😒) but also I couldn't write her in such way that would make one ask "well, if she was so good for naoya then why is he with y/n? lol"

yet I hope I was able to show how immature/selfish he was with her 🤣 asking questions like "I wonder if she's heard of my clan" instead of trying to genuinely get to know her and such. it's the power of love y'all.......................................

aaaah what i mean to say is, I hope you enjoyed this :') i think it's the first time I ever write Naoya taking interest in someone else, even though it was in the past 🤔 still...

take care and hope to see y'all soon!!

p.s. what do y'all think utahime's reaction was to naoya dating y/n? I have a few ideas but have yet to choose one lol.

[rezitio]

Would you ever do a part 2 to come here where it shows the friends reactions to Geto telling them what happened? Love your writing by the way!!

Well since you asked so nicely, anon, thus one's for you, and tysm I really appreciate that! ヽ(･∀･ヽ)

✦ ╮ 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 , geto suguru

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lyrics : After telling his friends Getou and Gojo get in an argument where Suguru doubts himself.

E. smut, sorta sub getou, insecure, clothed sex, blowjobs, geto losing his mind to a blowjob, teasing, angst to smut, affirmations, geto being big, mentions of gagging, oral (m!). Kinda short story.

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"She ran away, TWICE? DAMN!" Sukuna hoots. "Didn't know you had a dick like that."

"In the mirror? Shit- I would have never thought of that." Toji muttered to himself. For the next few minutes, Toji and Sukuna spoke like sports commentators at half-time analysing a game.

But the room went silent as if the 15 minutes had ended when a voice that had been oddly quiet for some time finally spoke up.

"So ya tellin' me, that all this time... YOU LIKED HER? Since when?!" Gojo marvelled. Suguru could hear a slight annoyance in his voice. Nor did he like his tone, almost like he was accusing him of lying.

"I always did, Satoru. You've just been too busy trying to put your dick in everyone you didn't notice." Getou snapped.

Even Sukuna and Toji could sense the tension between the two and knew not to say anything, but neither of them was complaining about the drama between the two best friends about to unfold.

"You're to talk when you've been secretly jerking off to her. How was I supposed to know you liked her? It's not like you told me or even seems like you wanted to."

Toji and Sukuna exchanged glances, silently enjoying the drama.

"Doesn't mean you've got to grind on someone who's told you repeatedly they don't want you. You think everyone wants you and can't accept the fact that not everyone wants you."

Geto doesn't even know where this is coming from, he agrees with what he's saying but doesn't know why he is saying it in this context or why he's getting so defensive.

Was it because of an insecurity?

"I never said everyone wants me or that I had a problem with you with her, Why you getting so defensive you got a girl? Congrats. Ya' want me to suck ya' off or something? Plus if I wanted her I would have her." He boasts. At this point, Choso and Nanami came downstairs due to all the shouting.

"Quit saying stuff to make yourself feel better." He mocks Geto. Now everyone felt the need to intersect before things went any further.

Well, everyone expect Sukuna he lives for drama. Toji and Choso quickly held onto Geto before his fist reached Gojo's face. "Calm down, Both of you." Nanami being the most mature one here, centers himself in between.

"If he wants to fight me, I'd like to see him try" Gojo taunts him walking forward. Nanami stood in front of him pushing him back. "Back off, Gojo. Choso can you take Geto home?"

Choso nodded, with the help of Toji and an unhelpful Sukuna who kept trying to instigate another fight. They got Getou out of there.

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School today was pure stress, and you didn't even care for the drama. Your mind was stuck and worried for Geto. He wasn't picking up your calls and he didn't even come to school today.

Apparently last night, there was a fight between the lover boy Gojo Satoru and your lover boy about you.

You didn't even pay mind to your friends blowing up your phone asking you why you never talked about Geto. You were too busy blowing up someone else's phone.

Immediately you heard there was a fight between two inseparable loverboys and someone said something about punches being thrown your heart sank into a deep pool of worry.

Now pacing in your room sending yet another voice message to Geto. "Just call me please, I want to know if you're okay. Why were you guys even fighting- Please just tell me you're fine."

You hit send and fell on your bed. Your eyes lit up with your phone seeing a response from him.

A simple 'I'm fine.' Text message. You know that's all you asked for but after ignoring you all day that's all he can say? You were typing a full paragraph when a second message popped up.

'Open your window.' Huh? Immediately you heard a knock on your window.

You threw your phone and rushed to the window. Unsurprisingly you saw Getou. You help him crawl into the room immediately scolding him.

"I sent you like 50 messages and called you so many times! Where have you been? What happened?!" He immediately shush you with a kiss. "Let's sit then, I'd explain."

He sat you both on your bed and explained everything from what happened to why he thinks what happened, happened.

Explaining how his insecurities managed to get the better of him. He said he wasn't in school because he was speaking with Gojo about it.

Apparently, they've made up, but Suguru still isn't feeling so sure about himself, so he felt he needed to see you.

Understanding him, you decided to do what he did for you back then. You decided to assure him just like how he assured you when you were feeling doubts

You went down on your knees while he still spoke, but although he didn't say it, you know that he had a few insecurities and you felt treasured that he thought coming to you would make him feel better. And you had to ensure he did feel better.

You positioned yourself in between his legs. Right in the middle of his automatic manspread. His eyes peered at you. "What are you doing?"

You smirked, you placed your hand on his fly, trying to find the outline of his length which did not take very long.

You looked up for approval, his eyes trained on your movements watching what you would do. It did not seem like he was going to stop you so you continued.

You undid the zip and button. You tugged down on his pants and he brought it down just enough.

Still keeping eye contact you pushed him down on the bed. He understood and shifted back to lay on the bed fully.

His eyes still watched you as you turned your back to him and began to strip.

Stripping till you were in your bra and panties. You slowly descended unto his already hard and pointing bulge just from the scene of your semi-naked body and anticipation.

You began to grind and twist on his bulge giving him a lap dance. "Ah- shit..."

His hands rush to your waist but he doesn't move them, nor do you stop. You kept winding on him and he let out grunts and swear. His hand was on your hips but you were in control. He had never really been in such a position where the line of who was in control was blurred, in other words, not him.

But God, he loved it. He accepted his fate and moved his hands from your hips to your breast feeling them up like stress balls. Now he knows how you feel whenever he teases you. It's fucking amazing.

You got him hard enough his length threatened to spring to his stomach like a magnet.

You stopped and he groaned, you faced him your eyes going down his body. You put your face close to his dick arching your back enough so he could see your ass still.

You distracted him with it swaying it slightly. He looked at how open and defenceless it was he bet you could feel the air in your holes with how wide you've spread your cheeks. He bet immediately he shoved his dick into it, it would clam down leaving no room for air too.

He bet-

A warm heat came surrounding his cock and as quickly as the heat appeared there came suction, then there it is, the pleasure. The pleasure of a blowjob. Getou’s funking weakness.

He gets so loud and needy with these that he can't even control himself. His eyes drifted away from you unable to keep focus and you stopped making his eyes glare back at you.

"Why'd you stop?" He whined, and he said you were needy. "I want you to see why I chose you." You twisted his own words on him. God he loved you.

With his eyes still on you, you engulfed his cock in your mouth again. Three stages of pleasure the feeling of soft lips going up and down his shaft, the suction of your mouth and the walls of your mouth pressing against him. His head touching the back of your throat. And your tongue doing wonders to him. From licking the point between his balls and dick to swirling your mouth around the shaft and licking the lines of the tip and the same thing coming back down.

Not to mention the extra pleasure from the vibrations of your voice trying to suppress your gags, then he understood.

He understood. You choose him over Gojo. Gojo wasn't the one getting head it was him. You've rejected Gojo many times but it was Getou who you pleasurely sucked off.

So no, Gojo could not take you even if he wanted to.

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[cupidzgf]

FACETIME | SATORU GOJO

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ summary: have you seen those tiktoks with girls talking about how they've been "traumatized" on facetime because their boyfriends said, "keep talking" while secretly getting off to their girlfriend's voice over an innocent call? let me set the scene for you…

contents: mdni, nsfw, afab reader, male masturbation, a little bit of sub satoru, voice kink, basically one-sided phone sex, lmk if i missed anything, w/c: 1.5k

SATORU lies on facetime with you in the late hours of the night. he's been across the country for the past two weeks due to a cursed womb (or so he says; you never understand what he is talking about). so you two settled for calling one another any night he was available, even though he loved to rub, "aww, did you miss me, sweetheart? i bet you're bedridden with sadness over my departure," in your face.

week two comes to a close on saturday night, and still, he's stuck with another sorcerer he claims "gets in the way of his technique" and is "virtually useless." you try to remind him to be kind, but it goes in one ear and right out the other.

he had already recounted his day to you, albeit tiredly, but he filled you in with the same happy-go-lucky attitude you're used to from his luxurious hotel bed as he turned his attention to you for you to do the same. throughout your recollection of the past three days, he grows increasingly antsy, fidgeting too much for it to be nothing. his phone constantly scrapes against the bed sheets as he adjusts the angle, but you don't comment on it, more focused on how nice it is to talk to him after three days since your last call.

no matter how much gojo is gone, it never ceases to leave a hollow hole in your chest, crawling with pits of negative emotions. knowing bits and pieces of the danger he faces does nothing to ease your worried consciousness over his well-being when he's away. he knows this and does well to accommodate the loneliness and anxiety that follows his absence, ensuing these calls when he can. not that he isn't as obsessed with you as you are with him, but he's more considerate than most people give him credit for.

you continue recounting the details of work and its latest drama, something satoru is usually very attentive to. in his line of work, drama comes in a much different form, which is why you assume that yours is a distraction from his. yet his lack of response begins to raise warning flags. his typically energetic and reassuring demeanor is replaced by eerie silence. questions about his behavior start to filter and infiltrate your scrambling thoughts.

it was easy to assume that it was your fault. maybe he was tired and didn't want to hear you ramble? perhaps he doesn't want to be rude and tell you to shut up? what if you're annoying or boring him? even as he's assured you hundreds of times before how he loves to hear you talk and share your life with him, the insecure part of your mind starts to turn on you with bared teeth and fangs.

as you finish your sentence, a beat of silence passes, and you wait with bated breath for a huff of laughter that never comes. he doesn't respond, heavy breathing filtering through your phone's speakers so quietly you have to strain your ears to hear it. you furrow your eyebrows, biting your nails as the silence stretches on.

"toru?" you softly ask, tilting your phone screen to get a better angle of the dark room staring back at you through the screen. the hotel room provided little in the way of light.

"yeah?" he replies, his voice strained with a tinge of breathlessness.

"are you okay? you're not injured, right?"

a shaky hum vibrates your phone ever so slightly, and you catch a glimpse of his spikes of white hair in the darkness. "yeah…yeah, sweet cheeks, just keep talkin' f'me, alright?" i'm close, goes unspoken, but he's too focused on the sound of your voice that could have only been gifted by the heavens and his hard, leaking cock to dwell further.

it's been two weeks, and he feels like he will go insane before the semi-grade 1 he's supposed to supervise exercises the curse.

suguru had recommended that the kid be moved to a grade 1 sorcerer, which was fine with him. he didn't interact with his juniors often but figured his calmer other half had a plan. why should he care? that was until he'd been put on assignment with him to exorcise a special grade halfway across the country, and suddenly, he cared a whole fucking lot.

it had only been because of suguru and leiri that he didn't whine and complain until they assigned someone else about why he, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, was given something so….so….(suguru hadn't let him finish the sentence before he was given a cold glare). but the old bastards had a way of making his life hell, and now he was left to sleep in a rundown hotel (the kid insisted it was the fanciest thing he'd ever seen), pent-up and irritated out of his mind.

you, however, had been his saving grace when after a particularly long day, you called him. sporting the cute pajama set he likes to smack your ass in, how was he not supposed to find your voice attractive? i mean, come on, he hadn't even had time to jerk off in those two weeks; what was he supposed to do? not as quietly as possible, take his cock out of his pants?

at your end of the call, his out-of-character attitude makes you suspicious. however, for the sake of conversation, you attempt to brush it off until it hits you, and you pause for your next word. "what are you doing?"

silence. you are met with piercing silence and then an unsteady chuckle. you can imagine him shaking his head as he clears his throat uncomfortably. "listening to you, whad'ya ask?"

"you're really quiet…and i can't see you. if you don't want to listen to me, just say so," you murmur softly, delicately even. the next second, there's a poorly concealed grunt, teetering on the edge of a whine. both of you pause at the same time, the humming of the air conditioning outrageously loud in the stillness that follows.

"fuck, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. i just can't take it anymore." moaning, the vulgar sounds of wet slick fill the air, and it's then the realization comes crashing down.

your jaw slackens, utter shock overtaking your now stiff body. "what the fuck?" you breathe, astonished. "h-how long–"

"since you started talking," he strains, and the familiar build of an orgasm from his hand frantically pumping his length drenched in pre is a lewd sight. spreading his legs further from where he lies on the bed, he whines back, arching as the tightness in his balls makes him feverish, his cock impossibly hard. he's become desperate to hear you speak, pleading for you to give him that push off the edge and into the insanity of release. "oh, fuck, keep going, please--"

"oh my god, you're such a perverted freak! i wasn't doing anything sexual, and you're beating your cock to my voice—"

he knows he's depraved, but cumming to the sound of you degrading him over the phone has to be a new low. especially the way his pent-up release feels like heaven crashing over his body in a tidal wave and sweeping him off his feet. he moans, shuddering with a sweet cry when you gasp in that cute voice of yours as you realize he came.

panting, satoru slumps on the bed, his hand and the bedsheets drenched in his seed. his eyes follow the mess he made to his phone, where spurts of sticky white land where your face is on the screen.

"you're sick." he knows you don't actually mean that. you're just in shock, right? turned on? maybe you'll even take off your pants, and he can get a glimpse of that sweet pussy… "i'm breaking up with you."

satoru is violently ripped out of his lust-filled fantasy as he grabs his phone in a flurry, cringing at how his fingers stick and smear over the metal. "no, no, no, no. i'm sorry, pretty baby; i didn't mean to make you mad."

pouting, a face that he knows garners your sympathy, he attempts to coo his words in a sickly sweet, desperate voice he knows you love. "i've just been so pent up without you and your pussy that i couldn't help myself. you were being so good for me, i couldn't hold it in anymore. :("

he holds the camera to his face, praying it captures not only the sad tone but also his frown and sad eyes of apology. "i'll be better next time, sweet girl, i promise."

your eyes move across your face before you stand and pace around your shared room, rubbing a hand over your eyes. "i hate you," you murmur, and his face lightens up with an ear-splitting grin as you grumble about how he could have at least done it with you. all was forgiven as far as he was concerned.

"ugh, you're disgusting. just… go clean up." sighing, you sit back on the bed, side-eyeing him when he doesn't move.

he perks up, grinning as his following retort comes to mind. "only if you talk me through it."

automated beeps from the now-ended call are the only things that reply.

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Hii! Can I request any jjk men with a best friend! reader who wears a mask to hide their face bcs they think its ugly? (its up to u if u want sfw or not!)

#PRETTIEST [Gojo S. and Geto S.]

SUMMARY: Since you were a child, you‘ve always hated the way you look, so- you started wearing a mask.

— C.W: Gojo Satoru x female reader x Geto Suguru , hurt with comfort , insecurity , fluff.

— WORD COUNT: 1.3k+

— TAGLIST: @starlightanyaaa

— A/N: AHHH THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST I HAD TO WRITE IT IMMEDIATELY AFTER I FINISHED WRITING MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE!! SORRY IF ITS SHORT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

Since you were a small child, you always hated the way you looked. Your nose, cheeks, and moles were constant sources of self-consciousness, and you despised the way you appeared in general. It was as if a dark cloud of insecurity constantly loomed over you, casting a shadow on your self-esteem.

Around the age of 7, it all began. You were just an innocent child, excited to go to school like any other kid. You possessed a unique ability that set you apart from your classmates - you could see curses, dark entities that others couldn’t perceive.

Every day, as you walked past your classmates, you were subjected to relentless torment. They would push you into the ground, snatch away your books, spill your lunch onto your head, and even steal your clothes during PE. You became a victim of bullying, and the reason behind it was painfully clear - you were deemed ugly.

At that tender age, you couldn’t comprehend the cruelty that surrounded you. You naively believed that this was their way of noticing you or playing with you. But as time went on, the truth slowly revealed itself - they targeted you because of your appearance, because you were considered ugly in their eyes.

It was during this dark period that you began to wear a mask, hoping that it would shield you from the relentless bullying. The mask became your armor, a tangible barrier that protected you from the perceived flaws you couldn’t bear to face. It became a part of your identity, an integral aspect of who you were. With the mask on, you felt a sense of safety, as if you were hiding your true self from the scrutinizing eyes of the world.

There wasn’t a single moment when you ventured outside without your mask. But despite the mask’s protective facade, deep down, you longed to be accepted for who you truly were.

It was during this challenging time that you crossed paths with your best friends, Geto and Gojo. Fate brought the three of you together on a fateful day as you were walking home from school. They witnessed your ability to kill a low-grade curse, and in that moment, they knew that you were like them - you could see curses just as they could.

This serendipitous encounter changed the course of your life. You made the decision to leave your previous school and join the same school as Geto and Gojo, hoping that this new environment would provide a fresh start, free from the torment of your past.

In the same class as Geto and Gojo, there was another girl who exuded beauty effortlessly. Her flawless skin, perfect facial structures, and the charming mole beneath her eye made her the epitome of perfection. Secretly, you couldn’t help but feel jealous of her. You longed to possess the same level of beauty and radiance, but you kept your jealousy hidden beneath a facade of indifference.

As the months passed, your bond with Geto and Gojo grew stronger. You began to address them by their first names, just as they did with you. It seemed like everything was going well, until one fateful day when a simple request shattered the fragile equilibrium you had created.

The three of you were gathered in Geto’s dorm, engrossed in a movie, when Gojo’s curious gaze fell upon your mask. His innocent question pierced through your defenses, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

“Say, y/n… could we see your face?” he inquired, his finger pointing towards the mask that concealed your true self.

In that moment, the smile that had adorned your face behind the mask vanished, replaced by a mixture of apprehension and fear. You locked eyes with Gojo, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

“We’ve been friends for quite some time now, and I can’t recall a single moment where you haven’t worn that mask. You even wear it while you sleep!” he continued,

Your gaze dropped, unable to meet their expectant eyes. It was true - you had never once removed the mask in their presence. You only allowed it to come off when you brushed your teeth or washed your face. The thought of revealing your true face to them filled you with an overwhelming sense of dread. You feared that they would be repulsed by your appearance, that they would abandon you once they saw the real you, the one you believed to be ugly.

“That’s true, y/n. If you have a larger injury or something, we won’t judge. We just want to see how pretty you look behind the mask,” Geto chimed in,

Pretty.

The word echoed in your mind, taunting you with its expectations. They anticipated beauty, but what if you took off your mask and shattered their illusions? What if they saw the imperfections that plagued your self-image? The mere thought of their potential rejection was unbearable.

But why do you care so much about their opinion?

The reason was because you had fallen in love with both Geto and Gojo. Despite knowing that you were seemingly out of their league, your heart couldn’t help but beat faster whenever you were around them. You had tried to suppress these feelings, but they persisted, refusing to be ignored.

“I promise, Y/N, whatever you’re hiding won’t change a thing between us,” Gojo spoke, his voice filled with sincerity as he positioned himself in front of you. Geto, too, reached out and gently took your hands in his larger ones.

“Please, trust us,” Geto pleaded,

You found it difficult to resist their pleading gazes. Taking a deep breath, you finally relented, “Fine, but I warn you, it’s not what you expect.”

As the mask slipped away, revealing your face, you closed your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for the inevitable disappointment and rejection. You didn’t want to hear the people you loved utter the same hurtful words that had haunted you in the past.

But then, to your astonishment, Gojo’s voice broke the silence, filled with genuine awe, “Unbelievable! This is beyond stunning; it’s mesmerizing.”

Did you hear correctly? Mesmerizing? He didn’t say the word “ugly”? You cautiously opened your eyes, only to be met with Gojo’s intense gaze. He was staring at your face, his cheeks flushed with a deep blush. In that moment, you realized that he found you stunning, not repulsive. He was captivated by your appearance.

“I knew you were hiding a masterpiece under there, but this… it’s like you walked out of a dream,” Geto spoke, his hands tightening around yours,

Confusion and disbelief washed over you as you struggled to comprehend their reactions. “I don’t understand… why aren’t you saying I look ugly?” you murmured, your eyes flickering between the two of them.

“Ugly?” Gojo scoffed, his voice filled with disbelief. “That’s impossible. You’re the epitome of beauty, and we’re lucky to witness it.”

“Whoever said that you’re ugly clearly is blind,” Geto chimed in, removing his hands from yours and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. “Because you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you widened them in shock. The tears began streaming down your face as a genuine smile spread across your lips. You were overwhelmed by their words and the overwhelming surge of emotions that flooded your heart.

Suddenly, a hand crept around your waist, and you looked down to see Gojo smiling up at you, resting his head on your lap.

“You guys…” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion as more tears continued to flow down your cheeks, landing on Gojo’s face beneath you.

A hand gently cradled your jaw, turning your head to the side, and you found yourself meeting Geto’s intense gaze. He brought his lips to your face, tenderly kissing away the tears that cascaded down your cheeks.

“Beautiful,” he murmured,

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[fushiguwu]

could a kiss kill someone? G. Suguru

CHAPTER 6 from the Summer Fever’s serie!

ft. dilf!getou and gojo’s stepdaughter!reader

warnings. MDNI, nsfw, crying, relationship insecurities, explicit sex description, car sex, public/risky sex, dirty talk, dry humping, use of the petnames ‘love, baby, honey, pumpkin’, desperation/begging, use of ‘daddy’ and ‘brat’ once or twice, choking, spitting, kissing, creampie (keep urself safe), sweet romance, suguru is a sweetheart and a silly man, kinda fluffy and crack sometimes, getting caught.

words. 4.1k

a/n: i am really sorry for the absurd late in this but i really had a creativity block problem and got stuck for a whole month and a half without a clue to do keep this going the way i wanted to. please understand that there are at least two or three more chapters to come and i finished this one like this so it wouldnt take so long to delivery it. thank u so much for everyone that waited for it and i am already working on the next one. not proofread or i would never post it… lol anyways hope u enjoy it!

MINORS DNI!

Guess you broke your promise.

you didn’t pay a minute of attention to the movie nor the girls bubbling about it. Your ears were filled with his oh-so-sweet words, your nose breathed with his scent, your mouth kissed itself for his absence; and yet, doubt: was it the right choice to surrender? feets kicked in excitement by his touch as your heart boils in uncertainty. You remembered now how he smelled so much addictively, how obsessed he got you, like a whole teenager, all again. But you know this situation will hurt more people than satisfact.

It was the very first time within almost a month of vacation that you actually woke up and had breakfast on the dining table with the other six people in the house. As the last one to join, everyone stared, like you were some kind of ghost, not understanding your sudden behaviour change. Besides, of course, the changer — which sat there flawlessly. Suguru gave you the most beautiful sunrise smile you’ve ever seen on anyone’s face. And it did not help you decide your thoughts. at all.

“Good morning, sunshine” you hear him saying and just noticed he is staring at the chair beside. He kept it for you. Your face burned but you had to play it cool. throat clearing. “Good morning, Suguru. Have you slept well?”

“Could’ve been better.” and you spot him stating your steps with his sided sharp eyes. He's smiling foolishly —certainly worries were not running through his own head, and you envy him. You glance off before making it too obvious to everyone you guys are definitely into something unnameake. So you greet the same to the rest of the table too.

Your mom speaked about something you couldn’t fully understand, as for the moment she opened her mouth and got their attention, Getou slipped his hands through your knees. you reflectively closed it; knew what he wanted, and it panicked your system, looking with scared eyes quickly at him like saying “not here”. He whispers an almost unheard “that’s okay” to you and his gentle tone almost made you feel like it was, actually. And his hands didn’t go any further, just kept caressing your thighs, as he just wanted to feel your warmth. It made you more than a bit nervous, yet enjoyed his touch secretly.

“Honey, once you finish your food, could you go to the market for me, please?” your mom got you out of trance, and you had to recapitulate her sentence in your dizzy head for a few seconds to fully understand it. You nod twice in response.

“I can take her, if you allow.” The black haired man by your side speaks and you feel your spine shiver. You and Suguru. Alone. Far from this house. Alone. You gulp hard.

“Oh, Getou! Wouldn’t that be a bother, my dear?” your mom sounds sincerely surprised.

“Not at all, miss. It’s not like I have much to do” he tries bringing humour to soften the mood. So your mom agrees. They talk like you are not present —which makes you feel like a child being tutored.

“Waif’, we fwere goinf’ fiffing’ tofay!” Satoru says with his bread hanging on his teeth, outraged —now that is the child who needs tutoring. “We can go later” is all Suguru says before giving your leg a soft squeeze and getting up. It gives you the cue to not delay yourself on.

Your blood pounded abruptly in your throat as you geted in his now well-known car. Suguru was by your side already, and had definitely put on an expensive perfume while you changed yourself upstairs. You don’t speak about it, though. Nor about anything. He could say you are nervous and after a failed try or two to chitchat, chose to follow your lead in silence.

You watched the city change outside the car window with so many thoughts running through. You didn’t want to like him, it harmed everyone in your life: his daughters were never going to talk to you and never trust their father again; it’d be the end of Gojo’s longest friendship. Or maybe his marriage with your mom, and you couldn’t let it happen for a silly summer passion.

“We’re here. Are you good, sweetheart?” Suguru’s words took you out of your cloudy mind at last. You just wave your head and smile for him. You now see he had gently opened your door.

“Thanks, Sugu’.” your voice was weak. you don’t answer his question.

You bought everything your mom wanted while he helped push the increasingly heavy cart. The insight that you two actually look like a couple alone gave you shivers —the goods and bad ones. It was silent most of the time, besides for when he asked something about the shopping list. At the end, Suguru putted the bags into his car alone, as insisted, and you wait for him inside. It was a few minutes before afternoon in your clock when you heard him closing his door; he doesn’t turn the car on, though. You look at him uncertain.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he finally speaks. “About what?”

“What you’re keeping to yourself. You’re clouded the whole day.” Suguru speaks like it is obvious. “Is it about last night?” You hesitate, so he knows the answer. His gaze softens. “My love, if I made you uncomfortable, I am profoundly sorry. Truly am. It’d never be my intention. But I would really appreciate it if you spoke to me about it, can’t stand your silence anymore” he’s just so fucking delicate with his words that it made impossible not to fall into, so you take a deep breath.

“No, you did nothing to make me mad, Sugu’, and that’s the problem.” you surrendered. He had a stupidly confused expression now. “Yesterday made me realize I am still in love with you, and it’s crippling my head. We can’t do it. We are bound to stay apart. What we did yesterday made me happy, but so fucking confused. What would I say to my mom, to your daughters, to Satoru? They are going to hate us” you felt the tears burning your eyes but refused to let it fall, and he knew it. Suguru turns to you and holds your face tenderly in hands. His thumbs caressing your cheeks, his eyes staring deeply into your oceaned ones.

“dear, don’t suffocate yourself with things you can not control.” you were now sobbing within his grasp. “I want you as much as you do want me, you know it, love. And that’s what matters. We’re not doing anything wrong.” He, then, takes your own hands and leads to his face, smelling your scent, kissing your palms to your wrists.

“I swore to my friend I’d never look at you again…” you finally confess what was weighing on your shoulders, and hear Suguru giggling. His hands once holding your arms were now pulling you closer, lips meeting your trembling chin.

“So you shouldn’t promise things you won’t do.” he stops to look into your eyes and make sure you are okay with his intimate touching, and what a surprise to see you gazing into his mouth with those wetted eyes. The smile Suguru gives you with his lip bitten now is even better than the morning one. “You look so pretty when you cry, my love.” he whispers as dries your watery face with kisses —and actually enjoys the salty taste. you whimp in response to his praise, as well as for the hasty tighten into your waist. “your little fuzzy face’s starting to make me have a hard time…”

and you turn your head enough to take his mouth within yours, which he accepts as fast as he feels your touch. You give Getou a little scream when he pulls you into his lap and his car honks as you bump into the steering wheel; his laugh makes you laugh too, until suddenly remember you’re in a market parking lot. “People are going to see us, Sugu.” you lower your head from the window and whisper.

“Lucky them” is all the black haired man says before seeking your lips. He didn’t feel like telling you the windows were tinted, but the longest the kiss lasted the harder it made you care about it. Or about anything at all.

“That’s why you parked at the farther lot, huh? To fuck me in your car?” you started rolling your hips over his growing bulge, and the sounds of his low whimpers had you seeing stars already. He tried kissing you again, but you kept pushing off to see his fucked up face while you hump him dry. Suguru gives your ass a hard smack, and that’s your turn to whimper. He comes closer, smiles against your mouth and squeezes your flesh. “fucking brat.”

“yeah, you’re ‘bout to.” every answer you gave made his cock squint below. “huh? Weren’t you crying out just now?” Getou says as takes your shirt off. No bra. He smiles and licks his lips. “My love, how I missed you” and you could feel that he was not talking to you as his mouth started sucking from your right to left breast so hungrily. Seeing him, such a gorgeous mind-freaking man, get this insatiable from your bare scent only got you so aroused, you started unconsciously moaning loudly to his stare. You felt him pumping his groin up into your both covered intimacies to have some relief. He suddenly gets off your chest and starts unzipping your shorts, almost desperately. “M’sorry, love, can’t foreplay anymore. Gotta fuck you or think Imma‘ go nuts”

You got up from his lap to help get your clothes off and can finally see his aching bulge. You cross your actions with his for a moment of messily to get his own pants down. You let a gasp escape once taken: it was huge. Fucking huge. Bottle thickness huge. Mouth drooling huge. After a second or two of staring, Suguru finally finds your eyes and chuckles. “What’s the matter, love? Never seen one?” you gulp and look at his face, raising the index and middle finger. He thinks for a moment. “Two? You’ve had dick only twice?”

“T-this is the second one, actually.” you could see his smile growing, finding it cute that you’re quite inexperienced. But it only got you nervous.

“Aw, I got late, then. But that’s okay. Wouldn’t want your first fuck to be in a parking lot.” Suguru jokes, trying to make you feel more comfortable. He grabs your beltline and pulls you closer. Your pussy now touching his cock, barely. Your whimp rubbing his mouth. “And who’s bigger, pumpkin? Me, or the other one?” He already knew your response, but it made him harder to hear.

“Oh, my,” you give him a nervous giggle as one of his hands starts rubbing his dick up and down your soaked syrup cunt lazily, just waiting for you to speak. You gaze at his horny half-closed eyes, half-opened mouth. You couldn’t lie even if you wanted to. You feel him positioning it in; as you take too long to answer, he helps to clear your mind. And that’s when your brain starts working again: “Yours—oh, god, your cock—so fucking huge, fuck.” that’s it. music to his ears.

“And you can take it, right, baby? Gon’ be taking it like the good fucking girl you are.” Suguru answers what he wants to hear from you, and slowly pushes it inside; your mouth falls open for every centimeter of it. Your nails marking red into his shoulders. Your head buzzes in crave. It felt like a dream coming true, after more than a year of denial. “Fuckk—, that’s it. Not even fully inside and you’re already so fucking full, love. Your pussy’s so tight.” he babbled almost unconsciously. Suguru looked so pussy drunk you could feel a bit pity for making him wait for so long to have you, but was too busy trying to sink completely into his dick to do so.

You knew he was desperate when took no more time waiting for you to adjust to his entire length, using both hands on your ass cheeks to bounce it and make you sit entirely in way less time than you would’ve done alone. You screamed silently, opening your mouth fully in front of his face; so teasingly he couldn’t help but hold your chin closer and spit inside; it was so filthy you almost felt your face burning. The fear for people noticing the car moving up and down suspiciously was fading within his very actions. You felt him everywhere: his breath on your nose, tongue on your mouth, hands on your curves, hair through your nude skin. Suguru was madly in love with you for a long time now, and could barely remember wanting something else —and neither did you.

“Tell me how much you like it, honey. Wanna hear you say it. Say that u’ want me, please.” he grabs your face with both hands as for you not to look anywhere else, not think of anything else, anyone else. Suguru wanted your attention all over him. No distractions. No thinking of people outside. Not when he is finally getting you. A man this big in every aspect, with such baggage and experience, dying for your validation, looking stupid, for you; it felt as a crime not to give him what he craves for.

“Fuckin’ love your cock, hitting so good inside me, Sugu. I wan’u deep into my guts. Want u’ to ruin me, need you to ruin me, please. fuckin’ love it.” You felt he could cum from your words only; his breath failing, his gaze getting darker. Suguru could not hide how lost he got into your voice saying such words to him and him only. Your hips doing the hard work up unto him, your foreheads connected as his grip lowers to your neck; he kept you tightly close, so close your blurred vision could not see anything but his deep eyes cutting in your deepest wonders. “Choke the fuck outta’ me, daddy, go on.”

Suguru firmed his feet and abruptly pushed into you for your said sentence. He moved his right hand and pulled the hair of your scalp deliciously. He got you everywhere; his opened mouth never leaving yours, the fluids of your bodies converging. It was just so romantic, so intimate, even throughout the circumstances.

”Call me that again” Getou starved. You gave him a small laugh and answered a low ‘what?’. You just didn’t expect him to quickly give up on your neck and smack your cheek with a controlled slap —it didn’t actually hurt and you knew he was capable of doing it painfully if wanted. And you kind of enjoyed it. “You fucking know what. Don’t tease me.” His hoarse voice made you bite your tongue.

“Hm-mmh” the black haired man seized your ass back and forth, his tip meeting with your g-spot again and again until you could control your whimpers no more. “Like t-that, oh, my, ffuckk-k—feeling s-so good, daddy”

“Ain’t u’ too nasty for a brat that’s been fucked only once? Were u’ this fuckin’ kinky with the other one too?” you got a bit awakened by his jealous words about someone you couldn’t remember the bare face at this very moment, even more for Suguru not letting off his pace for a single second inside you.

“N-no, he couldn’t fuck me this good. Not even—oh, close, Sugu. Promise.” the pride look he gave you made your stomach shiver, you started feeling weird on your down belly. You felt him in your stomach. “S-shit..! Think m’ gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Gettin’ all worked out for ur daddy. Sucha good girl f’me, love.” Getou leaned you against the steering wheel and started biting and sucking onto your breast and ribs, his right hand holding you by the throat again, but this time you knew it would left a mark. You shared glances from underneath and your fucked up eyes made the dark haired man want to be inside you forever, for a hundred times, like you got him in a fucking leash. “Wan’ everyone to know you’re mine, fucking mine. M’ close too, baby, fuck.” you pant out loud as his two fingers start moving heavy circles on your clit greedly; legs shaking, thoughts blurring, dozens of ‘ah,ah,ah’s escaping your mouth uncontrollably. Your head hitting the car windshield at each trust.

“Inside me, daddy, please. Want u to cum inside me, fill me up—get me fucking full.” You didn’t even know how desperate you were until heard yourself speak.It took your words only for him to release his whole soul within your gummy and diabolically luscious walls. Suguru hips meet yours rougher and rougher till it hurts deliciously on your cervix, and you knew it was coming. You almost screamed at him; your body keeps spasming for seconds in a row, eyes rolling back enough for you to see stars. Your hips moved involuntarily into his and you were almost sure you stained his shirt with your pussy. You couldn’t stop the ’fuck’s pantingly off your lips, as you finally took his soft member from your dripping cunt.

“…You’re on pill, right?“ is all you hear Getou say after a whole minute of deep breathing silently.

“Seriously, Suguru?”

“Uhm, sorry. It’s just, you know, to make sure…” you don’t answer him. “It was pretty hot, though. The cum thing.” as if you did not understand at first.

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Like, really fucking hot.” he happily giggles, looking down at his clothes, while you started putting yours back on, not speaking a word, not wanting to believe he was behaving like that after fucking your guts off.

You stayed in silence for a moment or two, what made you not pay much attention when the raven haired man stared at you and called your name, tenderly. A second went by as you give him an impatient ‘what?’

“I want to be with you. For real. A real couple... I—, I just can't hide this—,us, anymore, love.”

Suguru looked right into yours. It was sincere. You knew it was. And you didn’t know what to say.

“Suguru, I—“

“I don’t care if you don’t. Just needed to say it.” he gulped, clearly trying to be a mature adult. “I want to give you nice things, take you on dates, do all those normal couple things.” At this point you were back in your seat, locking the belt and fixing your hair.

“But we ain’t a normal couple, Getou.”

silence.

“Don’t u’ wanna try to be?”

You thought about it the whole way back. You wanted it to be different, too. Everything. Perhaps, if you were older, more mature, or somehow not involved in his family, it would have been easier. Perhaps you would not have to worry about loving. You wanted to be with him too. He holded your hand until you got home.

The stupid excuse of the large market queue you gave your mom worked out, after all. The lunch took an hour or two later to get ready than it usually did, Suguru and Gojo went out fishing right away. You sat on the beach sand, reading the book from before, watching them from afar, seeming like little ants in the deep blue ocean; sometimes you could see Satoru jumping out of joy for catching a big one. You stayed there until the sun started setting —or else, until they returned to the mainland. Satoru left the boat with his big fish in hands, ready to make it for dinner, and you looked away, a bit disgusted by the sight. You could now see Suguru finishing anchoring the boat and coming to you; it made you feel goosebumps up in the belly. You don’t break eye contact until he is right in front, still and wet.

“I went out fishing to find a mermaid in land? Lucky me, I guess.” you laugh at his flirting words. It really was not his thing, but, somehow, it worked on you. Getou gets to his knees and comes closer, too dangerously close, you try to get back to keep a respectful distance but he follows you, not caring about it. What happens is that he falls on top of you and now you’re both laughing and full of sand.

“Gosh, wasn’t your pick-up line bad enough?” you say, holding yourself in the elbows. Suguru got his arms keeping him up beside your waist. Your faces were two fingers sized apart. “…And you smell like fish”

“Ouch, love, can’t you be less cruel to this poor old man?” he gets you a giggle and it makes him guess an opening to hold your chin nearer, but you turn away.

“We can not do this here, Sugu.”

“Could a kiss kill someone?” He always has a way to retrucate your words.

“It depends on who you’re kissing.”

Then, he gives your lips a slow peck. Slow enough for you to get nervous, fast enough for you to miss him afterwards.

“Now, have you died?” Getou rubs your lips on his, ahead of getting up and leaving, but you kept there a bit more, smiling only for the sea to see. For a second, you were not afraid.

You two watched a random horror movie dvd your grandma had on the couch later that night, tv so old the screen cutted at the edges.You were laid covered in a thin blanket, the fireplace was on and Suguru, the big spoon, caressed your hair— and secretly sniffed it, sometimes. It was just a properly normal couple activity. No sexual intentions, just silly little jokes and love. Love?

“Did you fall asleep?” Getou whispered to you, moving the hair covering your ear, as for helping you hear him, but he actually just wanted to see your face better. “You got so quiet suddenly”

“Uhm, no, sorry. I’m awake, Sugu.” You got your head back on, but still feeling dizzy. Your mind nonstop on processing your feelings. Hearing his voice made your stomach shiver in anticipation. “U’ want something?”

“Yeah, could you get us some popcorn?” Excuse me? What an asshole.

“Are you serious? The movie’s almost over and now you want me to get you some popcorn?” he did notice how stupid he sounded when you were the one saying it. But, still, he shaked his head. For god’s sake.

You get up from the sofa and pause the movie in a bloody scene directly on the tv button. It’s not as if you were paying much attention to it, anyway. You can see his shadow following you from behind like a ghost as take the way to the dark kitchen. Once you stopped in front of the higher cabinet to reach the corn, his left hand intertwined your waist tightly, forcing it to come in touch with his own abdomen, and his right one grabbed the package for you. Asshole. You turn around to meet his nasty smile on that beautifully stupid face. A hundred times asshole.

“If you were coming to the kitchen anyway, why didn’t you make the popcorn yourself?” you cross your arms in front of him, staring with the cockiest eyes you could give. It did not work, Suguru opened his smile even more; it was almost like he enjoyed pissing you off.

“What’s the fun in that?” his gorgeous face coming closer and closer to your nervous one as he made you forget what you were mad about just every centimetre of proximity.

He purposely kept staring down into your gaze until his lips touched yours oh-so-tenderly. Almost as if he was afraid to close his eyes and miss you. The black haired man embraced you so naturally, your body moved for itself within his. His perfume inebriated your soul as a spell you would willingly fall for. You never wanted to leave this trance; never wanted to have the consciousness of time and place again. Suguru swiped his fingers into your body circumference, not skipping a single corner; like he wished to memorise it from head to toe, like he did not see a single flaw.

His silky kisses downed almost carefully to your ear, and jawline, and neck, and collarbone, and your eyes opened in excitement.

And you see your mom entering the kitchen.

And she looks at you.

And you feel the time and your heart stopping for a whole second. Your body frozened in absolute shock, like you had never felt since the teenage years. It was when Suguru noticed you were acting weird and looked up. “What happened, love?” you did not answer. You didn’t even blink. He followed your gaze slowly, afraid of seeing a ghost, or a demon. It was actually worse. “Fuck.” it’s all he said.

Yeah, yet again,

Fuck.

[seraphicloves]

𝒋𝒋𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘 𝒂 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓!

⊱✿⊰ summary: requested by anon; jjk boys reacting to a reader who snort (laughing not drugs) and is insecure abt it

⊱✿⊰ warnings: insecurities, overall very cute!!, romantic undertone possibly(?), should be gender neutral, one suggestive comment in toji's and in choso's

⊱✿⊰ notes: ty to who requested this! i included only the canonically adult characters bc you said "men" but feel free to ask for a pt.2 with other characters you want to see (politely ofc i am sensitive)

Satoru Gojo:

❀ he thinks you are the cutest thing, ever. seeing the way you tilt your head back with laughter, eyes shining with unshed tears. and oh god, that snort? you were so adorable he was sure he was going to explode

❀ gojo definitely teased you about your reaction, although not maliciously of course. he'll give you that signature smirk and say in that cooing voice, "aw, baby! that was so cute, do it again!" and absolutely adore watching you fluster

❀ he would not allow you to be insecure. you are like a literal god, how could you be insecure? especially over something seemingly miniscule. he'll tease you of course, but he makes sure you know he doesn't think its weird. hell, he'd probably make sure to snort around you later, so you feel less alone.

Suguru Geto

❀ laughter is a rare thing for the cult leader, even rarer with such a genuine one. but he doesn't seem to mind seeing your eyes twinkle with amusement and a snort escaping you.

❀ "hm? i didn't think i was that funny." he mused, unable to suppress his slight smirk. he reveled in the way your eyes widened and your face warmed, your embarrassment prevalent.

❀ he could tell you were insecure about the noise you made, which surprised him a bit. what surprised him even more was the fact he cared how you were feeling.

❀ "it's nice to know somebody appreciates my humor." geto said, trying to alleviate your insecurities. he wasn't sure why he cared about you, but he did and he wasn't planning on stopping.

Ryomen Sukuna

❀ he probably wasn't purposely making a joke, so he definitely thinks you're making fun of me. all huffing and puffing, asking, "why are you mocking your king in such insolent ways? answer me, human."

❀ then he figures out you're not mocking him, and feels a slight sense of pride. you thought he was funny? he would be sure to try and say funnier things mors often (though his lame attempts at knock knock jokes are more dorky than anything)

❀ when you apolgize for snorting, he was a bit confused. what were you apolgizing for? so he simply said that, "don't be ridiculous, peasant. it was an adequate reaction." which was his way of saying it was cute.

❀ he refuses to let you be insecure, as long as he's aware of it. for some reason he wants to worship you like a queen, he has the strange urge to make you happy always. so he makes sure you know you weren't weird for snorting. hell he might force his servants to snort around you so you feel more comfortable.

Kento Nanami

❀ he was probably confused by something you said jokingly, taking the statement literally. it was so absurd you couldn't help but laugh a little which turned into a full snort.

❀ nanami will give you a mildly amused look, mixed with a hint of confusion. "did i say something funny?" and you would look away with a guilty smile

❀ he might not admit it, but he loves your laugh and your snort. it felt so pure and untouched by the grim realities of life. he liked how happy it sounded.

❀ he'll secretly overexaggerate his lack of understanding a joke, taking things in a literal sense even if he knows what you mean. he also tries out some dad jokes on you, of which are so bad you can't help but snort

Toji Fushiguro

❀ he was probably insulting someone or saying something so awful you can't help but snort. he'd look over at you with surprise before he gave you a shit eating grin

❀ "hm? what a pretty noise, i wonder what others you could make..." yeah he's a shameless flirt, literally not caring if you know how much he wants you. toji is confident in himself.

❀ he adores your snort, wishing he could always and only be the one to make you feel happy. maybe he'll make more comments that you would find funny, just in hopes to be the one to put that pretty smile on your face

Choso Kamo

❀ he has zero clue what he did to make you snort, he had just been trying to ask a question about some balls? what was so funny about the toy?

❀ he very bluntly asks you, "what did i say that was funny? I wanna hear you make that noise again." He gave you a smile, brown eyes twinkling.

❀ that would practically just erase any insecurities, with how genuine his enjoyment in your little snort was. and anyway now you were more focused in having to explain to choso the misfortune of having a dirty mind.

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[svgvru]

. . . biblically accurate gojo has my heart. especially biblically accurate baby gojo.

imagine him just being born and his parents are looking down at him swaddled in that white cloth. he looks ethereal, he's an angel and he's just been born. you'd swear he came from the heaven's. this thought was even more so real because of the four other tiny eyes. there were two sets of eyes—a set above his eyebrows—and one's right below his eyes. when baby satoru opens his eyes, his other sets strangely don't open. his big bright blue eyes open, but the sets above and below don't.

his parents wait for the day he'll open them. he's just a toddler with four extra white eyelashes on his face. would those eyes be blue? or would they be another color? would he have heterochromia? they wondered what his pretty eyes would look like, bur satoru stubbornly kept those eyes closed. it wasn't until he was about the act of two when he could walk, and somewhat talk.

little feet padded on the floor to the master bedroom. six blue eyes illuminated the room as he spoke the words "mama," reaching his hands towards her.

yes—it was somewhat creepy. especially in the dead of the night, but it was confirmed that those little eyes could open as well. he truly was an angel! and then, he couldn't close them. he'd been secretly insecure about them, because no matter how hard he tried, he could not close them—unless his big eyes were closed. people found him creepy, even more fear was instilled in others. the "six-eyes kid." his parents weren't exactly helping in making him feel better, but—they didn't say anything negative to his face.

hence, he always wore glasses. some type of coverage for his lower set, and he ruffled his hair to hide the top set. and then he started dating you. he thought you'd hate them, maybe even think he was freaky. but all you did was smile and lightly press a kiss to each and every eye, giving him the appreciation they need. "your handsome!"

for some reason, those words had a much larger affect from you, than from everyone else. he thought he was sick! he couldn't fathom anyone not being freaked out. and then you made his heart race with your smile. your touches made him blush, and he was stiff around you. he even—out of reflex—deactivates his infinity when around you. what was wrong with him?! he was in love. perhaps it was pathetic that some simple affection from you could have his heart thumping. but you have a love he'd never received!

satoru gojo had fallen in love with you. and you had fallen in love with him—six eyes and sweet tooth included.

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Jujutsu Kaisen men would react to having a thicc reader with a “mom bod”

🍬 Gojo Satoru

Gojo? Obsessed. He’s got his hands on you 24/7—hips, thighs, stomach, everywhere. Will absolutely rest his head on your soft tummy and say, “This is the best pillow I’ve ever had.” Teases playfully: “Don’t blame me if I never let you leave the bed. You’re too comfy to exist.” Also? Constantly hyping you up: “Damn, babe—those jeans didn’t know what hit ‘em.” Protects your confidence like it’s cursed treasure.

🕯️ Geto Suguru

Geto is a quiet worshipper. He adores your softness, your curves, the way you carry yourself. His favorite thing? Holding you from behind and resting his hands on your hips or stomach like it’s home. You catch him gazing at you all the time, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your waist. “Every part of you is sacred,” he’ll whisper against your skin. You’re everything beautiful to him—motherly or not.

💀 Sukuna (in Yuji’s body)

“Oh? You’ve got hips like that and think I’m gonna let you leave this room?” He’s feral about your body. Thighs? Perfect. Stomach? Divine. Ass? Legendary. Will absolutely bite your hips while growling, “You were made for worship.” He makes it very clear how much he craves all of you. You mention being insecure once? “Say that again and I’ll punish you… lovingly.”

💼 Nanami Kento

Nanami is deeply respectful and deeply in love with your mom bod. He thinks your softness is both beautiful and comforting. Always compliments you in subtle, reverent ways. “Those curves of yours... they suit you. You look powerful.” Loves wrapping his arms around you and just holding. He especially loves when you wear dresses or lounge clothes that show off your figure—his eyes always linger.

🔪 Toji Fushiguro

Toji’s got rough hands and a serious thing for thick thighs and full curves. He’s always grabbing your hips or resting his palm on your lower belly. If anyone dares look at you sideways, he’s like: “Yeah, she’s mine. Stare any harder and I’ll gouge your eyes out.” He’ll growl, “You really don’t know what you do to me, huh?” while laying his head on your chest like he’s starved. Mom bod? He calls it “perfect breeding stock” in the filthiest way possible.

🐺 Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi is shy but incredibly touch-starved, and your softness destroys him. He blushes every time you lean against him or sit on his lap. At first, he’s quiet about it, but over time, you catch him hugging your waist from behind or trailing kisses over your shoulder like it’s instinct. He mumbles compliments like, “I love how you feel. It’s… warm. Safe.” He secretly loves laying his head on your chest and falling asleep there.

💉 Choso Kamo

Choso holds you like you’re the most precious thing in existence. He especially adores your tummy and thighs—he rubs circles into your hips while cuddling and murmurs, “I love all of you. This body is perfect.” Doesn’t understand why you’d ever feel insecure. “ your body’s sacred. It holds love.” Expect long massages, worshipful kisses, and the softest looks.

🍓 Itadori Yuji

Yuji is your biggest hype man. You call yourself chubby once and he gasps dramatically: “Chubby?? No. You’re DELUXE. You’re LUXURY.” Loves cuddling you—he always says you're the most comfortable person on Earth. And if you cook? He’s already on one knee. “You’re gorgeous, soft, and you feed me?? I hit the jackpot!” He’s all about that mom bod life—adoration with zero shame.

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Choso is the type of boyfriend who… 𐙚 𐙚

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hiii lovelies, I hope you enjoy this. I made Chosos part of the “The Type of Husband Who” series into “the type of boyfriend” bc he is so boyfriend.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who is always touching you in some way. Whether it’s fiddling with your fingers, rubbing your hair from your face, or sitting very close to you (I feel like he’s clingy).

Choso is the type of boyfriend who is unaware of how big and heavy he is and will lie on top of your chest, waiting for head scratches (he’s crushing you, but it’s okay).

Choso is the type of boyfriend who will put his blood in a locket for you to wear around your neck (he thinks it’s the perfect gift).

Choso is the type of boyfriend who secretly likes it when you take the lead, no matter what it is. He knows he’s obviously physically stronger than you, but there’s just something about you leading him that excites him.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who sometimes forgets his physical power, so hugs are never light hugs. Instead, they are almost always tight bear hugs, and the occasional play fighting sometimes ends with you rubbing his back and telling him it’s okay because he feels horrible after you told him he threw you a little too far across the bed.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who is oblivious to how adorable he is and doesn’t understand why you think everything he does is so cute.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who teaches you almost every technique he knows so you can protect yourself when he’s not around to protect you.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who purposely leaves all of his hoodies and T-shirts at your place so you can have them to sleep in.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who accidentally blurts out how much he loves the way you smell in front of his brothers.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who writes you love letters but is secretly too shy to give them to you, so he hides them around the apartment, hoping you’ll find them all.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who will send you a picture of himself and then say, “Your turn” (as if he can’t just ask for a picture).

Choso is the type of boyfriend who was so shy when you started dating. It was so cute how he would stutter over his words because he was so happy to be in your presence.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who avoids eye contact when you catch him staring at you with the most lovesick expression.

Choso is the type of husband who gets jealous easily, but not in an insecure way.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who stutters or blushes whenever you compliment him.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who gets nervous right before he goes on a date with you as if he wasn’t the one who asked for the date.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who will sometimes want to get jealous when he catches one of his brothers or Gojo staring at you for too long (he’s really respectful about it, though).

Choso is the type of boyfriend who always buys you something black to wear so you can match him.

Choso is the type of boyfriend who may be shy but enjoys communication and will always try his best to express his feelings to you.

Reblogs are definitely appreciated, always☆☆

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Who would be most compatible with a sub, brat, switch, or dom? For which ever men you want

18+ Minors DNI

Ino: vanilla. A bit insecure so uncomfortable as a dom a lot of “is this ok?” A bit endearing really. Being a sub just makes him feel lesser in general “do you really think that about me?” Has a hard time keeping it just in the bedroom, and will assume you always think of him as submissive if he subs, or that he sees you as subservient if he doms. Good boyfriend likes you to both feel equal.

Gojo: Bratty switch. The biggest brat actually. If he’s subbing don’t expect him to serve you without him jabbing a comment “is this the best you got?” “Aw is my pretty lady tired?” Better put that mouth to use. will gladly take over if you give him the opportunity but sees it more as you admitting defeat. Maybe not the healthiest dom/sub will definitely chide “well you’re the one on you’re knees for me, begging for my cock last night” fastest way to put him in his place is not letting him cum or touch himself. Doesn’t love a cockcage but it gets him to shut up, and prevents him from touching himself when your back is turned. If he hates being teased of course he will use that against you as well. When he’s dominant absolutely goes to his ego to hear you whimper or gag, but does have a safe word in place and a discussion about boundaries prior. When Satoru doms he loves edging you as long as he can, then overstimulating you beyond belief. He cums first, hunts down his own orgasm, but if he can’t make you cum he feels he hasn’t done his job. Needs it for his self security. How will he gloat and brag if he can’t make his girl cum? However he’s not above pulling you into a closet for a quickie and tell you he “owes you later” partially because he’s selfish, but also to keep you thinking about it the rest of the day. Big into touching you, just to rub it in your face that he hasn’t even fucked you yet. Loves to come in your mouth or all over you and get you messy, say he’s staking his claim. Thinks it’s sexy if you fall asleep nasty like that but won’t mention that part. Less assertive and more purring “why don’t you come take care of this for me.” Or “face down, you’ve been so bad” his biggest thing is making you wait, a sort of payback for making him wait. Might tie you up and leave you like that for a bit while he reads. If you’ve been particularly naughty will tape a vibrator to you and edge you on and off for what feels like hours. Screaming and crying in frustration and desperation. Loves to inspect you like you’re on display or an object “oh look how swollen, that must be some uncomfortable” if you’re being needy and overwhelming him, will make you cockwarm him and sit silently. Might not be the best at expressing his feelings but does want you to feel cared for in the end. It might just be in his own love language like touching his head to yours, bringing you a snack or holding you tight.

Geto: soft dom. Prefers a bratty sub who can keep up and play. However not opposed to a sub who’s insecure, he loves to build you up and praise you. Will make sure you know how much you mean to him and not belittle you. Not much into being dommed but won’t mind time to time if you have good chemistry, and trust that he can be vulnerable around you. Might still grab your hips and adjust the pace of his hands aren’t cuffed, even if he’s supposed to be subbing. Not every sex act you do is kinky and it’s laid back for him and not serious. Suguru has good etiquette, it stays strictly in the bedroom and he’s very careful and attentive about subdrop. Is secretly a bit possessive but won’t try to exercise control over you elsewhere. Doesn’t like to see you cry and gag. Likes his dominant roll to be more “look at me or get nothing” and “you can take it, good girl” maybe a little pain play such as biting, spanking, pushing the whole length in at one time so the stretch hurts a bit. Reads your face heavily, it’s about trust for him. Likes to hold his hand around your throat but not choke you, but will oblige if you’re into that. loves to hold you down or tie you up. Drag you back to him when you try to crawl away from overstimulation. Often very intimate if he’s in a relationship, fingers interlocked softly in juxtaposition as he rams into you, his other hand holding you down by your hair, or gripping your hips to make you keep his chosen tempo, shoving you down, forcing you to take the slowest but most brutal backshots. Prefers to cum inside you, but makes you beg for it, for him to breed you; though he doesn’t actually wish to get you pregnant and if you’re using a condom, it’s just for how sexy it sounds. Well he is technically cumming inside you. Just into a condom. Big on taking precautions and understanding the consequences of any actions. Doesn’t mind cleaning you up and the aftercare that comes with being a dom. Tries to hold off until you’ve had at least one orgasm.

Sukuna: DOM. Terrible etiquette. Wants total subserviency

Nanami: hmmm though I think he leans more towards vanilla personally, also enjoys to watch you get yourself off if he’s not in the mood, seeing you worked up over him while he lounges in a chair adjacent. Or when he comes home after a long day and you push him on the sofa and get on his lap, to start leaving hickeys down his neck and around his jaw. Doesn’t see this as dom/sub but just a more spicy sex life. Can be very strong in bed, will put you in a headlock and manhandle you but only if you absolutely beg him to. I mean pleading. Careful not to overexert you, usually leaving it to 1 to 1 for the orgasm score. Doesn’t have the stamina after that, you exhaust him. If you’re on top doing the work, likes to watch you with a soft open mouth smile. Holds back his moans and throws his head back instead, trying to break eye contact so he doesn’t choke out your name. Isn’t into anything particularly odd, and doesn’t love the idea of making you feel submissive to him, nor him to you. Likes a girl who’s a bit more freaky than him, but not self aware of that and is still very hesitant to partake in your fantasies.

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↬|Gojo|

Gojo absolutely hates it when there's a lack of communication and trust between partners. He wants the relationship to be open and honest, with both partners being able to talk to each other about their feelings, without any judgement. He also does NOT like it when his partner avoids him in any situation. He wants his partner to always be open and truthful with him, and he won't tolerate any sort of hiding or avoiding of issues. 

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↬|Geto|

Geto’s most obvious trait that he hates in a relationship is when people act clingy or overly affectionate towards him. He also gets annoyed when people are constantly bugging him or asking for his attention, especially when he wants his alone time. Geto can be quite possessive, and he doesn’t like it when someone tries to control or manipulate him in a relationship. He's also not a fan of PDA and gets embarrassed when others see him being affectionate with his partner, as he values his personal space and privacy.

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↬|Sukuna|

He hates it when you look at other men/women and he doesn't care if you're looking at someone for no reason, he'll be mad and think you're interested in them. He hates it when you show weakness to other people and he hates it when you show him your vulnerability, he will take it as an opportunity to hurt you. He doesn't like you if you have a soft personality and he prefers when you have a cold and tough personality like him... In the world of red flags, he's the whole red carpet 🚩

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↬|Nanami|

He hates when his significant other doesn't respect his time and being late. To him, being punctual is very important. He hates it when his significant other is not honest with him. For him, trust and honesty are very important in a relationship. He hate it when his significant other doesn't respect or understand his profession. His job as a sorcerer is very dangerous and stressful, he needs significant other that have understanding and can give him a support to deal with this problem.

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↬|Megumi|

Clingy, obsessive partner is a major turn off for Megumi. He hates partners who act like a child, like a spoiled baby. Megumi has zero patience to partners who act like a princess. Megumi dislikes a lot of physical touch. Hugs, holding hands, etc. If he doesn't love a person, he won't tolerate a lot of skinship. Hang out and dates are two different things. Megumi doesn't understand this.

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↬|Inumaki|

He hates it when his partners are dishonest and hide their true emotions. He hates it when his partners refuse to communicate their feelings and try to keep everything inside. That makes him sad because he knows he can't help them if they won't open up to him.

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↬|Yuji|

Yuji often compares himself to others in relationships, feeling insufficient and insecure. He tends to hide his own emotions and avoid open communication during conflicts. Yuji secretly craves for reassurance in his relationship and tends to be clingy at times. In front of others, he shows signs of jealous and possessive behavior.

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[sugar-plum-writer]

Let Me Love You

Theme: Comfort Fic [Body insecurity]; One-shot Paring: Gojo x fem!Reader; established relationship; full fluff and comfort A/n: A comfort fic of Gojo comforting you when you are insecure and are going through an episode

"I love you"

[To everyone going through these problems- you are not alone, you are a beautiful person, okay? It is hard when the past habits suddenly come back to haunt you; when you look in the mirror and suddenly you feel like you are the ugliest person on Earth. It is hard, just know- as long as you are healthy nothing else matters. You just be the best version of you <;3]

GOJO

He could not pin it down but something was wrong, it was worrying- the fidgeting- the way you often looked at the mirror discretely, the way you had suddenly reduced the quantity of food you ate.

Even when he gave you something sweet after all he knew you also had a sweet tooth just like him, you declined and ate only a bite.

Instead of your usual clothes, you wore more baggy clothes, not that you did not look hot, you did but- you covering yourself up so much was unusual. After all, it’s just you and him, he has seen all parts of you, what is there to hide?

Hell, he had even secretly taken quite explicit pictures just to keep it for himself

This is why this sudden behavior change was worrying, he did not think much about it at first, but, when he saw you covering your face more often, the pulling of sleeves, and the way you froze, almost embarrassed when he tried to take off your clothes

It was very unusual- and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Y/n what’s the matter?”, forcefully he made you sit in front of him

“What? What do you mean?”, chuckling you smiled, “Nothing is wrong”

“See…you cannot lie to me, I have very good eyes” With a sharp breath looked into your eyes

“When something is wrong…I know it, I feel it”

“Your heart, and mine- it is connected” Gently holding your hand into his, “When something is up, I just know it, even without words I feel it, why?”, he chuckled and smiled

“Because I love you”

He just stared into your eyes, not saying another word

It felt as if he could see behind the facade your eyes wore, people say they can see through the facades of people, the fake masks- but what about the facades of the eyes? Who can see through them? Well, he could, peeling layer after layer and you not even realizing it.

Tears filled your eyes threatening to spill out, why was he like this? Why did he love you? Why love you so much that- he could see the ugly side of you. The broken one. The side you so desperately hid.

“Y/n…”, seeing the tears in your eyes, the quiver of your lips, he pulled you into a warm hug

“Who hurt you?”, he cooed caressing your back, running his fingers up and down your spine

“You know you can tell me anything right?”

“I-I”, the dam holding the tears broke and you just started sobbing

“I don’t like myself…”, burying your face in his chest “I feel so ugly, everything about me is so ugly” you cried

“I am a monster”

“Sweetheart…you are beautiful”, cupping your face- his thumbs gently wiped your tears

“The most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on”

“Who called you ugly? I want to talk”, his voice steeled his grasp tightened

“No-No one did, though high school…I just, it’s not the first time...”

“First time? You have…felt this before? And what about high-school?”

“Yeah” face stained with tears you broke down even more as past, memories flooded your brain

“Like an episode, out of nowhere it hits me like a train-“

“And I just…I cannot even smile without feeling how ugly my smile is…”, more tears streamed down- lord knows how many nights- hell days you have cried like this

“I am so ugly, my face is not pretty, and my body is not perfect...”

Quietly he just held you tight, hearing all the words that you kept pouring out from the depths of your heart and soul, the number of times you had called yourself, “ugly”, and “not pretty”, it made his heart tighten- squeezing it so tight- it overwhelmed him.

“Y/n…look at me” Lifting your sobbing face- and caressing your cheeks he made you look into his eyes

“I love you” his lips kissed your eyes, “You are beautiful”, his lips kissed your forehead, his warm breath near your neck as he kept kissing you- every inch of your body

“I love you so much”

“I adore you, your skin, heart, eyes, - everything”, his hands moved under your shirt caressing your breasts, tugging your panties

“I love all of you, darling- I will love you so much”, grasping your fingers he kissed them- delicately as if it’s a treasure- his treasure

“Satoru…”, feeling even more teary you looked at him

“I will love you so much- I will make you forget everything- all the hauntings in your heart and mind, I will love them all away. Just let me love you."

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[killuachii]

Take my place.

Gojo x reader

Gojo pov

I wish you would take my place. I want to be someone else. Someone that is worth living for, someone that knows the pain but jumps through it. I want to be someone like you. You never crumbled, not even once. Never have I seen you cry and I wonder, if you would take my place would the tears ever stop flowing? Would you ever be able to be the person you were? Would you still taunt me?

I will watch you play the victim, every time. I'll just watch and say nothing because you've shown me that no matter how much care I show you, it will be met with nothingness. And every time, I'll wonder if you would ever take my place. I'm begging you. I want to be someone else. I want to be someone that is allowed to live, not the trash that gets thrown out every other day. I want to be a human for you, because with the way that you treat me, I'm starting to get jealous of a doormat getting stomped on.

How many "I love you"s does it take you until you finally believe in your words? How many times do I have to watch the two-faced lover, spiral uncontrollably, because nobody ever taught you how to be a person? Tell me how many lies will it take you until you believe that you are a fucking person?

You're trying to prove your humanity even when standing next to an inanimate object. But you gave it all up for your insecurities. You let the dark places of your mind win and I know how heavy they are. I know how they mess with you, I've seen it all. But even after everything I said, everything I've done, I always hear the same shit everytime. The same insults against me, that you use as compensation for your lack of human decency. And I'm asking you, look me in my eyes and tell me, what are you doing this for? Who are you helping through hurting me and hurting you? I truly wish you would take my place. So you would crumble at the spot. I would love to see you go down with the very same psyche, that you created.

Now you're looking paranoid? The person I once knew is getting scared? What gives you the right to? Why do you think you deserve fear? Because I don't think you deserve anything anymore. And I've known your antics for a while. You are a manipulator, a caricature of a person, you are nothing worth of my eyes to look at. So I'm giving you a warning. Tell no lies about me, unless you want me to tell truths about you.

I am not your lover anymore, I am the man that's left. The man that fell for your manipulations and lies. The man who thought you could do no wrong because you didn't had it in you. Or so I thought. Now I know the real you and I feel disgusted. I know the you that you keep away from everyone else, so why couldn't you keep it was from me too? I hate your insecurities, the way you think you're better than everyone, I even hate the way that you articulate, because I know you secretly look down on me. I know how much hate you carry in you, but you could never hate yourself, you were too perfect for that, right? Or was this another lie of you that you chose to believe in, while disregarding your humanity and the person within you?

I truly wish you would take my place, because I do not get paid enough for this shit.

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Short Gojo one shot! Thanks for reading!