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“I’m going to get you pregnant.”

“H-huh? What are you going on about now, woman. Don’t you mean I’m the one who has to get you pregnant?”

“I know what I said, Toji.”

“…and how exactly do you intend of getting a male pregnant with your female genitalia?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

“What makes you think I’d make a good mother or father, or whatever the hell it is you wanna make me, in the first place?”

There was a moment of silence, accompanied with you gawking at Toji as if the answer was more than obvious.

You raise an eyebrow at his words, your eyes dropping down to his abnormally huge chest.

“You have the tiddies of a mother, Toji. Admit it, you were born to breastfeed.”

“For fucks sake, how many times do I have to tell you they’re PECS, woman.”

“Bullcock. I know tiddies when I see em. I’d even go as far as to call them succulent breasts which I may season with your glorious, white, creamy substance. I’ll feast on them until there’s nothing but bone and muscle left on your chest.”

“…”

He stares blankly at you, at a complete loss for words.

“Why can’t you be normal?”

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ a part of my talk to me nice series. don’t take this too seriously, the thought of him speaking to you like this made me giggle is all. MDNI pls & ty ♡ divider credits

[salaimoi]

first story from my new, ongoing series: talk to me nice. feel free to leave any constructive criticism! (I can handle it, unlike Gojo)

"Look, I didn't ask for your stupid advice, so don't pretend like you know everything."

Gojo hissed at you, nearly popping a vein from how smug you were being right now.

The only thing you suggested was that he stop dressing like somebody’s grandpa all the time – he had a physique carved by the gods themselves, why not put it to use? Such a waste, honestly.

"Mm~ whatever. So sassy," you replied, followed by an eye roll violent enough to nearly cause your eyes to fall clean off your skull. “Ever heard of constructive criticism?”

"Yeah, yeah. You know, instead of just giving me advice all the time, why don't you compliment me for once? You know, say something nice about me — it's not that hard. "

"Me? Compliment you? Gojo please. Unless you wire me every single yen in your bank account, you won't hear a single praise come out of this mouth.”

Even though he himself felt very frustrated right now, he couldn't stop himself from enjoying the banter – so much so that he would begin to grin as he tried to control himself from bursting out laughing. You were playing a dangerous game here because he could actually make this deal happen, and you were perfectly aware of that — but despite that, you were still trying to push his buttons and he’d make you eat your words because of it.

"You know what, I think I will actually do just that. So let me ask you, what happens when I send over every yen in my bank account, will you genuinely compliment yours truly?" he smirks in that usual arrogant manner, growing more and more interested by the second. "I better get my money’s worth, you know."

Still thinking he was bluffing, you replied, "Obviously. But you only get one compliment."

"Humm~ fine, and it better be the most heart shattering compliment in the history of compliments — soul crushing even. Now, I'll go ahead and transfer you the money," he paused for a moment before remembering something rather important. 

"I need your bank account number to wire the money."

"W-wait … you're not serious are you?”

"Why would I lie? I’m serious about this and you'll also be serious about your part, got it? So I need that bank account number now."

"Are you insane!? I was only kidding, genius!"

"Maybe I am, but I'm doing this because I really want your compliment. So don't try to discourage me because for every minute we spend arguing here, I'm losing my patience.”

And it wasn’t like he needed your flattery; he just wanted to hear you sing his praises as a contrast to your usual behavior. You were always so cold and apathetic around him, but he knew that wasn’t the real you — and he took it upon himself to reveal the side you buried under that stoic facade. 

“So just tell me your bank account number and I'm going to transfer the money to your account right now — the full 59 billion."

Your body froze in utter shock as you realized he was dead serious. Straightening yourself on the mattress, your mouth hung wide open — staring at him in disbelief. The realization of it all was enough to cause one of your eyes to twitch in perplexity.

"Gojo you must've lost your mind if you think I'm gonna accept that,” you scoffed at how insufferable he really was, but secretly loving every second of it. "Who in their right mind would spend ¥59 billion on one compliment?"

"Only people who can afford it, of course,” he smirks cynically, tossing his phone up into the air just for it to land right back onto his palm. “If you ask me, ¥59 billion is too small a price for a compliment directly out of that pretty mouth of yours.” 

“You’re insufferable. For fucks sake, you should have a mental disorder named after you.”

“But you can't actually deny that I'm pretty charming, can you? You might not show a hint of  affection, but I think it's pretty obvious that you like my insufferable attitude. Or are you gonna deny that you don't?"

He unlocked his phone, opening the banking app and going into the transfer section.

You didn’t hesitate to smack the phone out of his hand, causing it to fall down on the bed. 

"Satoru, are you even listening to me!!??"

"Heh~ you're actually quite impressive when you finally get serious. You were really quick there with that tiny hand of yours.”

“This tiny hand of mine will be enclosing around your neck until you’re out of oxygen if you continue to act like an unsupervised child with access to money.”

His expression was thoughtful for a few seconds before he pointed at you, flashing his pearly whites.

"You know, you're actually pretty attractive when you get all aggressive like that. It really looks cute on you. I don't know if I can actually handle someone who's this much of a pain in the ass but still has a cute side to her."

He chortles, leaning back on the headboard before continuing, "See? That’s how you compliment someone, wasn’t that hard now was it? Now you do it.”

Your eyes narrow, two fingers rubbing at your temples as you contemplate the situation.

"You know what. Fine. If you want to recklessly spend your money like this, I'll give you what you want. No comment until I see that money in my bank account, though."

This reply made him burst out laughing, his grin becoming a bit bigger and he began to speak with a playful tone.

"Alright, if you say so. But just remember, it'll be too late to back out after I've already sent the money…”

[One new notification: direct deposit from Gojo Satoru received. New balance: ¥59,000,000,000.024.]

"..."

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

"...you have nice eyes?"

"..."

"..."

“I want a refund right this instant, y/n.”

[salaimoi]

talk to me nice or I'll cry, seriously ;ଓ

- 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 @𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘪 -

⋘…𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎...⋙

⤷what is this series about?

it consists of silly, random dialogue-packed, short interactions between reader and a JJK character :3

⤷victims of this series:

Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna (maybe Choso Kamo later on)

⤷how is this different from regular fics on tumblr?

the only difference is that these stories will be more dialogue than narration. maybe it’s bc I’m tired of narrating fics, but I’ve always wanted to read/create more stories where the characters interact directly with one another via words.

⤷why not just write drabbles?

I’m taking the easy way out by writing in this format. yes, you read that right. sometimes I picture a character saying/doing a certain thing in my head, but I don’t want to write a 500+ detailed fic about it. for me, personally, a drabble is too short for what I have in mind. at the same time though, a fic is too long

⤷can you make requests for this series?

not at the moment — since it is a brand new piece of work for me, I want to get used to it before I begin to accept requests. my ask-box will always remain open tho! so if you feel as if you need to submit a request you’ll probably forget later, do not hesitate to drop it there and I’ll get to it in due time. please be patient with me ! ^^

ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡

now that that’s out of the way. every time I publish a new story, I will come back here to update it. all credits go to original creators — other than the gojo section, all pictures are from pinterest.

Gojo Satoru ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

⌗ rich boy activities .ᐟ where Gojo intends to transfer you all the money in his bank account for the sole purpose of receiving a compliment from you.

Fushiguro Toji 𓊆ྀི✰𓊇ྀི

⌗ 𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 .ᐟ where you shamelessly state that you’re going to get Toji pregnant, but he’s not having it with your weirdness today.

Ryomen Sukuna ★₊˚﹟🪐 '

⌗ coming soon to a theater near you .ᐟ

[salaimoi]

picture sukuna saying this to you omfg.

original author on ig

[salaimoi]

#AHHH NEW CHAPTER THIS IS NOT A DRILL🤲🤲🤲

Coming back to read this bc I have studying to do, but highly recommend!!

✰ sinking lily pads

— synopsis. he thrived in the sorcerer world, she was forced into it. how could two people that strayed so differently from each other become so close?

— pairing. gojo x oc!fem!reader (main), toji fushiguro x oc!fem!reader

— word count. 4.1k

— contents. mentions of child abuse, neglect, abandonment, angsty asf, injuries, blood/gore, depressing thoughts, dissociation, ptsd, mentions of death, jjk violence/fighting

series masterlist | previous chapter

✰ chapter two. lives left

He would’ve preferred to leave Moon’s room in a better mood, but the reveal that she had died on her previous mission had his blood boiling. 

All of a sudden he was seeing red, wishing to resurrect the creature that had killed her— just to kill them again. This time slowly, giving him time to make this evil being suffer. 

I have this technique for a reason.

Her words echoed in his head, and logically he knew she was right. She wielded the 9 lives because she was strong enough. She was meant to. Although, it never brought him comfort. He rather her never having to use the 9 lives technique at all. 

Despite all that had happened in the past with Moon and himself— he never stopped caring for her. He wished it could be like that, a switch that he could turn off. All too quickly, he knew that weren’t to be true. He’d always care about her, no matter how hard she tried pushing him away. 

Besides, he always knew there was something deeper to her. Something that had her thinking as such. He didn’t need the Six Eyes to recognize the pain she hid underneath her facade. 

He didn’t even know where he was walking, letting his feet guide him aimlessly through the school. His mind was empty of a destination, and instead forced him to remember that day. The one he remembered all too well. 

(Flashback to a year)

The sun shining through the treetops mixed with the cool breeze, it couldn’t have felt more perfect outside. The distinct smell of the flowers blooming, the sweet aroma filling the air. It was addicting, almost easy to let yourself get lost in the moment. 

Gojo had his glasses pushed up into his hair, the object being used as a makeshift headband. He leaned back on his arms, letting his face point towards the golden rays. It felt heavenly on his skin. 

“God,” Moon’s voice whispered next to him, “Feels so perfect outside.”

The white haired sorcerer tilted his head in her direction, giving her a smirk when they met eyes. 

“Of course it's perfect. I’m here after all.” He said. 

She rolled her eyes, fighting down her smile as she finished off her sandwich. Using the back of her hand to wipe off the crumbs from the corner of her lips. 

“You know, not everything is about you.” She told him, taking a sip from her juice. 

Gojo held a hand to his chest, gasping dramatically with mock hurt. 

“So mean!” He whined, “And here I thought we were having a nice time.”

She giggled at his antics, setting down her drink and leaning back on her arms– matching Gojos posture. He smiled to himself, the sound of her gentle giggles like music to his ears. Somehow he made it a mission to himself to always draw that sound from her. Whether it was because he just wanted to make her laugh, or maybe he just adored the sound so much. The way her eyes would crinkle– her smile contagious as he always found himself mirroring her. 

“We are having a nice time, just making sure I keep you in check.” She told him, glancing over at his smug expression. 

He tilted his head curiously. 

“Keeping me in check huh?” He wondered with an amused tone. 

She nodded her head as if what she was implying was so obvious. 

“Yup. Gotta keep you humble.” She told him. 

It was his turn to laugh, the hearty sound echoing in the distance as he fell all the way back– hands clutching his stomach. Moon couldn’t help herself from laughing at the sight. 

“Nines you kill me! You know that?” He managed to get out. 

“Ah see, already showing me how humble you really are. Admitting that I can kill you– because you’re so right.” She stated proudly. 

This had his laughs dying down, the dominance shifting from his aura to somewhere in between the two of them. Although it wasn’t fear he felt, not even a threatening feeling– he felt challenged if anything. If he was anything, it was arrogant for knowing he truly was the strongest. 

“Is that so?” He asked, sitting up and scooting closer to you. 

She watched him scoot closer, not thinking twice about the action. 

“Mhmm.” She hummed, running a hand through her hair. 

“You think you can kill me?” He asked her, his eyes focused on hers.

She leaned closer this time, getting inches from his face as she held his gaze confidently– no faltering. Gojo held his breath, letting his eyes dart from one to the other– her hazel ones capturing him in a trance. Her eyes always were unique to him– the inside always looking like a blooming flower or some beautiful explosion. He could sit and stare all day– depicting where the green stopped and where the yellow started, morphing into a gorgeous dark blue. 

“You know I could.” She whispered. 

Maybe he should have felt threatened. Maybe he should have felt the frustration that someone challenged him of his all powerful role. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He admired her power, because he knew full well that she was. He respected her strength, the abilities she possessed. She was magnificent, and he was truly captivated by her. He didn’t know if it was the power that first pulled him towards her– excited to meet someone that could keep up with him. All he knew is that he wanted to be around her– know her. He didn’t want to live a life without her involved in it. 

He’d never felt such a pull towards anyone in his life– therefore why he wanted to stick around. 

He felt himself getting lost in the moment, his eyes glancing down to her lips– watching her tongue wet the pair. The pink, plump flesh trapped him in his stare. The only thought swirling through his mind was how badly he wanted a taste. 

Moon saw the way his gaze traveled down to her mouth, the sudden realization of what he was thinking hitting her. She always had that weary thought in the back of her mind, but she never believed it would be true. If only she could have the true strength to submit herself to her own desires– but she didn’t. She already let herself slip up by letting a mere friendship bloom between her and the white haired sorcerer. But now in this moment, physically seeing the emotion speak within his eyes as they traveled back up to hers– she knew she had to stop. 

She’d never let anyone get close to her… again. 

She leaned back and turned her head back in front of her, facing away from Gojo completely. The sudden movement pulled him out of his trance, leaving him to attempt to mask the hurt he felt from the rejection. Even if it wasn’t spoken– he knew. Although he ignored his own feelings when he noticed the far away look she suddenly sported in her eyes. 

“Moon?” He tried. 

She took a deep breath, willing herself enough strength to walk away. Learn to stick true to her word and stay away from people. She knew it was unfair to him, but she couldn’t feel that pain again– the same pain that never left. After all these years, the wound still bled– and she never had the power to stop it. 

“I gotta… I’m gonna go–” She rushed out, gathering her things.

“Hey, hey, what's the rush?” He asked, sitting up straighter. 

Uncomfortable with the sudden shift in the mood. 

“I just… I just remembered I have to meet with Yag–” 

He furrowed his brows at her rushed movements, the way her hands slightly shook when trying to zip up her bag. He couldn’t help the worry bubble within him. 

“Did I do something?” He voiced out loud, wondering if he was the cause for her sudden distress. 

Her chest twinged with pain, her guilt doubling at the thought that he was already trying to blame himself. Her lips twitched with the urge to tell him otherwise– to scream out to him what she really felt. But she couldn’t, and would never. 

She faced him, trying to keep her face neutral.

“Not at all, just forgot I had something to do.” She explained casually, and hoped he bought her lie. “Gotta go, see ya.” 

Without another glance towards his beaten down expression, she hurried off to the steps of the school– making her way towards her room. She needed to be alone right now– she needed to think. 

Although she had thought she lied well to him, she didn’t realize that while she looked at him– he could see the pain written in her expression. 

He was left sitting under the tree by himself, letting himself get lost in his thoughts. All at the same time, feeling hurt and concerned. 

(Present)

His feet carried him towards the school stairs, and he gladly took a seat– letting himself come back to reality after the memory. 

It wouldn’t have been such a painful memory if things hadn’t changed drastically after that. She had isolated herself almost completely from him, everyone even. She didn’t talk as much as she did– although she was never that talkative to begin with. She kept her distance– staying calculated about the time of interactions. Gojo was the first to bring it to his friends' attention. Shoko and Geto barely saw it as an issue at first. 

She’s just going through something. Maybe she needs her space. They both told him.

For a while, he supposed he believed them. Perhaps that was easier than thinking it was something he did. If he scared her off or if, she truly didn’t feel the same way he did. The rejection was harder to accept, so he stuck with believing you just needed time. 

Now almost over a year has passed, and you still keep yourself far from everyone– from him. 

“With how hard you’re thinking, you’re gonna end up hurting yourself.” A smooth voice called out from behind him. 

Gojo already knew it was his dear friend Geto, making his way down the stairs. 

“I ain’t thinking that hard.” Gojo mumbled into his palm that he rested his head on. 

“I can practically hear it.” Geto joked, earning a chuckle from the white haired sorcerer.

His laughed died down, going back to staring aimlessly at the stairs that descended in front of him. The long haired sorcerer gazed with watchful eyes at his friend, curious as to what was bothering him so.

“Yaga’s been hinting at a big mission soon. I’m curious if that’s what got you so preoccupied.” Geto wondered.

Gojo had heard the same whispers of the same mission, but it definitely wasn’t what he was stuck in his head about.

“Nah. It’s Moon.” Gojo admitted, knowing when it came to Geto— he wouldn’t judge.

He was his best friend for a reason. Always able to calm him down when he felt slightly out of control.

Geto hummed and ran a hand through his hair, fixing some strands that fell out of place from the light breeze.

“Did something happen?” He asked his friend.

Gojo sighed, and glanced towards Geto with a disappointed expression— not directed at him of course.

“Did she tell you what happened on her mission?” He wondered. 

Geto shook his head with a chuckle.

“Do you think she would? Doesn’t seem like her style to come to me and vent.” He pointed out, although he wished she would. 

Geto cared for her, and knowing something was bothering her– it bothered him. He felt useless sitting on the sidelines, waiting for the day she’d finally express herself. When would that be?

Gojo scoffed, knowing he had a point– but disappointed nevertheless. 

Geto saw the worry etched into his friends features, and grew serious all of a sudden. 

“What happened?” He asked, despite not wanting to know the answer. 

“She lost a life.” Gojo whispered, his eyes dropping back down to the stairs. 

Geto felt his stomach knot up slightly, concern for Moon growing more intense by the second. He knew a great amount about the 9 Lives technique– knowing how traumatic and difficult that was to possess, to experience. Knowing she had gone through it, all alone. It made him feel sick. 

Gojo lifted his gaze back up to his long haired friend, the silence making him wonder where his thoughts were. By the look on his face– he almost knew what he was thinking. 

“Oh Miss Dair…” Geto trailed off, frustrated that you didn’t come to him– or anyone for that matter. This was serious and you were trying to isolate yourself. “Does Yaga know?”

Geto glanced to his friend, watching the white haired sorcerer shake his head. A part of Geto wanted to tell Yaga, not to get you in trouble– but to bring awareness to your odd behavior. 

“He should know about this.” Geto stated, irritation lacing his tone. 

“She wouldn’t want that, you know. She’d be furious with us if we told him.” Gojo told him. 

Geto scoffed, shaking his head this time.

“She already acts indifferent with us– would it really matter?” Geto questioned, genuinely offended, how Moon treats them. 

Gojo again couldn’t argue, knowing Geto had a point.

“I hope she’s okay.” Geto suddenly softens, his worry overcoming his frustration. “Losing a life is like losing a piece of your soul, I can’t imagine what she had to go through.”

Gojo perked up at that information, swallowing with difficulty through his tight throat. A thought suddenly popped into his head, and despite him truly not wanting to know the answer— he found himself asking.

“What happens when she only has one life left,” He whispered into the air, glancing over to Geto’s unfocused expression. “Will she be… herself?”

He watched closely, narrowing his eyes when he saw the long haired sorcerers eyebrows twitch. The silence was killing him, although it had only been a mere few seconds of it.

“I don’t want to lie to you, my friend. Though I am not positive what will be the outcome, I doubt she will be the Moon we know now.” He admitted solemnly.

Gojo tensed from his words, running a hand through his white locks. It was all theories— he knew that. But it didn’t calm him from his anxious thoughts. How much longer did he have to live his life being concerned to death for his friend. It was exhausting— yet completely out of his control.

“Don’t let my words alarm you Satoru,” Geto placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort, “This is Miss Dair we’re talking about. She’s a strong one.”

The white haired sorcerer nodded, but couldn’t find the relief that his words meant to bring.

“We all have an ending, and she won’t be meeting hers any sooner than she’s meant to.” Geto assured him.

Gojo wanted to ask how he could possibly know that— but couldn’t bring himself to.

Geto gave his friend’s shoulder a squeeze before standing up— brushing off his robes.

“You should get some rest. Our lives are about to get much busier.” Geto suggested.

Gojo knew he was right— again. The sorcerer life wasn’t one of relaxation. He knew all too soon there would be a mission to keep them occupied.

“Now— get some rest.” Geto called out as he walked away.

Leaving Gojo alone on the stairs, still stuck in his head. He needed to push all these worries away for now— there were bigger things at hand. He needed to focus.

Not too far from the school stairs, Moon stood in front of her bathroom mirror– staring intensely at her reflection. She couldn’t figure out what bothered her so much about what she saw– although there was indeed something. An evident change in her appearance– 

No… I look the same… yeah. She argued with herself. 

She gripped the edges of the sink, leaning closer to her reflection’s tip of her nose. It wasn’t until she focused harder on her eyes, when she finally recognized the unfamiliar haunted look in her gaze. 

With a frustrated huff, she pushed off of the white porcelain– stumbling backwards from her reflection and into the door with a thump. Her chest started rising and falling faster– her breathing erratic as she felt herself losing control. 

Her eyes squeezed shut as a violent image from her most recent fight came flashing. The destruction, the loud screech from the monster as it ruptured her ear drums. Last of all, the indescribable feeling of death. The anxiety when your senses start to dull. The last thing she faintly heard was the struggling pounding of her weak heart– attempting to keep her awake for a few more seconds. It was all too much.

The thought came and went like a fleeting shadow, but nonetheless it appeared. 

Sometimes I wish I could’ve stayed dead. 

Her hands gripped her hair, pulling and squeezing as she shook herself out of the images, the memories of what she had gone through. It would haunt her– it haunted her now as she struggled to keep sane. 

Her chaotic state had her stumbling around the bathroom, her body leaning harshly against the shelf next to her shower– causing the furniture to tip over and smash against the tub. The sound rang and echoed throughout the porcelain walls, the noise causing Moon to flinch back– stumbling back into the bathroom door. 

She was overwhelmed, feeling helpless as she couldn’t do anything but let herself succumb to the panic she was trying so desperately to fight off. She cried out as she held a shaking hand over her chest, the pain suddenly sticking out to her. Her lungs felt constricted, like someone was squeezing the air out. 

The pounding intensified in her head, causing her to miss the knocking coming from her main door. 

Geto stood patiently outside of her door. He just needed to see for his own eyes that she was okay before he let himself fall asleep. The talk from earlier– the reveal that she lost a life. He needed to check on his friend for himself. 

After waiting another minute, he started to wonder if she had fallen asleep. Disappointed that he wouldn’t get to see her, he started to walk away– making it a goal first thing tomorrow to see her. 

Before he could take his first step to leave, he heard the faintest cry coming from her room. He furrowed his brows in confusion and leaned his ear closer to the wood– listening again for something. 

Perhaps he’d heard something that wasn’t actually the–

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard another cry, louder this time. Immediately he grew tense and knocked again– more urgent this time. 

“Moon? It’s Geto, I heard something in there. Everything okay?” He called out, listening again when he didn’t hear her answer. 

Although he could hear lots of noises, and what had sounded like whimpers– her whimpers. Her broken sounds panicked Geto– making him wonder if you were hurt. 

Geto sent a hurried text to his friend, not even a second later– the white haired sorcerer was appearing before him. 

“What’s going on?” Gojo asked, his voice stern and serious. 

“I heard distressing sounds coming from inside, but she wouldn’t answer me when I called for her. I’ve been knocking for a bit, and she won’t answer.” Geto rushed out, worried deeply for his friend. 

Gojo thought quickly and mumbled under his breath before placing his hand on Geto’s shoulder.

“She’s gonna hate me for this.” 

Before Geto could ask, Gojo had teleported the two of them inside her room. The sounds of her whimpers louder and so clearly coming from the bathroom. The noise broke both the men, the two giving each other a look before moving towards the bathroom. 

“Moon, are you okay in there?” Geto asked, seeing as Gojo grew suddenly silent. 

The whimpers died down, the shuffling almost stopping immediately. The two men glanced at each other– trying to figure out what she was doing. Before they could talk amongst each other– the door suddenly opened. 

Moon walked out, glancing at the two standing before her in her room. 

“Yeah I uh… my stomach’s been off. Must’ve been something I ate.” She explained to them, keeping her gaze on the floor as she walked towards her couch and plopping down. 

Her episode had tired her out, and she felt ready to pass out at any moment. 

Geto was the first to study her, his eyes trailing up and down for injuries– but stayed stuck on her pale and clammy face. Her skin looked a little sickly. 

“Sorry to hear that, and sorry to barge in– we just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He explained this time. 

She waved him off, giving him a weak tired smile. 

“I appreciate it, but I’m fine.” She assured him. 

Geto wasn’t entirely convinced, but he was happy to at least see her with his own eyes. No injuries were enough to keep him relaxed for now– but he was still worried about her. Always would. 

The long haired sorcerer glanced over to Gojo, who was gazing intensely at Moon. His blue eyes exposed and studying her features, memorizing every freckle– every inch of her skin. 

Moon lifted her gaze to Gojo, swallowing nervously when she became aware of how deeply he was looking at her. It was an overwhelming sensation of feeling seen– like someone could finally see her pain written all over her body. The pain that she refused to reveal. 

Despite Gojo having so much to say, to ask– to know. He stayed silent and followed Geto as he said goodbye and left her room. 

Moon sighed in relief, a part of her grateful that they hadn’t caught her in such a state. Although the other part of her longed for them to stay– for him to stay. She wanted to tell him everything, but instead she kept telling him nothing. The way it should be.

The two sorcerers walked in silence next to each other, both too lost in their thoughts to create small talk. It was almost as if they knew they were both thinking the same thing, or at least they had the same ideas– same theories about what exactly was going on with Moon. 

Geto was the first to break the silence, after taking note of the concerned look on his friends face. 

“Satoru…” He started, but was quickly interrupted. 

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be focused for the mission.” He rushed out, running a hand through his white strands. 

Geto frowned and stopped walking, causing Gojo to turn and study his friends expression. 

“Let’s not shut each other out, okay? We already have that issue at hand.” He started, his tone stern but his expression soft. “I just need you to be honest with me. I’m worried about her too– so I need you to talk to me if you feel there's something wrong.”

Gojo’s eyes softened and his shoulders slumped, knowing he was right. It was easier to ignore the issues– ignorance was bliss. Although, he knew all too well that it would only be worse at the end. 

“I just want our friend back.” He whispered, his gaze dropping to the floor.

Geto let his hand rest on his friends shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze– bringing Gojo’s attention back on him. 

“Our Moon is very much there Satoru… we just have to keep being there for her.” He reassured him.

Geto wasn’t pigheaded, he knew very well that Gojo was blaming himself heavily for this whole situation. Despite it being completely out of his control– he knew Gojo well enough to know that wouldn’t matter. 

“I feel like I’m not doing enough.” He expressed, his voice weak.

Geto gave his shoulder another warm squeeze before removing his hand from him completely. 

“You are, my friend.” He promised him.

The dark haired sorcerer left in the direction of his room, leaving Gojo alone with his thoughts. But he knew there wasn’t much else he could say to comfort him. Geto knew he would just have to keep reminding him he was doing enough, until Gojo believed it himself. Meanwhile, maybe his own words would convince himself too. 

Gojo did feel comforted by his friends words, but he knew that all too well that the pit in his stomach wouldn’t stray away. 

Where’d you go Nines… Gojo thought lastly before heading to bed. 

ending notes. hmm, now we are starting to see the two different perspectives of why they aren't close anymore. poor miss moon is kinda a mess 😭 feedback is appreciated as always 🤍

[salaimoi]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ‘like an angel’ by artemas is responsible for this. re-upload bc I was too sleepy to realize how horrible & unfinished this was when i first uploaded it

Most men would call you distasteful words during sex, but not Choso. The two of you had only fucked a handful of times thus far, but when you did, he would remain in utter silence as he admired you.

And to you, his untainted purity was a refreshing sight to behold among this blemished world – so you didn't mind his lack of words.

Choso was fairly new to the dating scene, but he heard buzz from the other jjk men that you're supposed to talk to your partner during sex. He didn't completely comprehend the notion, since he believed your physique communicated with his gaze in a way no words ever could.

Alas, he decided to give it a try, blurting out the first line that crossed his mind during that moment.

“You fuck like an angel,” he praises mid session while his hands latched onto your hips as you maneuvered yourself on top of him. Even the way he held you with a mellow grip mirrored his temper, aiding your efforts by guiding your body and gently pressing you back down against his pelvis every time you felt as if your knees were going to give out.

You were too out of it to comprehend a single syllable, so you babble an incoherent “uh huh,” not giving what he said much thought.

But Choso meant every word; to him, you were divinity fully realized. He was almost 100% certain you would give him a heart attack, but he would die for his angel. Perhaps he welcomed death as long as it meant immortalizing the breathtaking scene before him.

And as if his first comment wasn't enough, he went on to cement the notion of just how dearly he admired you.

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, each one being only for you – and you alone,” he gazed up at you with a tooth-rotting, beaming expression before going on, “and I'd be honored to be the favored flower that adorns the enchanting garden your body is.”

While his composed demeanor didn’t change, the color of his cheeks told a completely distinct narrative.

Your eyes widen, causing your movements to come to a complete halt as the sudden unexpected, but heartfelt, words finally process in your mind.

One of your hands moves towards Choso’s cheek, a tenderness that directly translates to your voice as you reply, “I love you sweetie, but I’m gonna have to teach you how to properly dirty talk.”

“But isn’t that how other people do it?” He raised an eyebrow, completely unaware that the definition he gave to the concept of sex talk was flawed.

He assumed other couples used this time to praise their partners, since they were handing over a very vulnerable part of them. And he was right to an extent, but other couples did not spew beautiful poems like he did — but you had no heart to tell him that.

So instead of shattering his wholesome beliefs with reality, you nodded, leaning forward to press a warm kiss on your boyfriend’s forehead.

“Yeah, that’s how some of them do it.”

The reassurance was met with his arms wrapping around your waist, his face burying itself in between your bare chest. It was almost enough to forget the vulgar deed you were engaging in a few seconds ago.

[salaimoi]

I’m twirling my feet in the air rn!! :3 the fics I have for you guys are so UGHHH (not to toot my own horn) HOWEVER—I haven’t finished a single one. I started all of them but I’m not even half way through at least one.

SOO, below are sneak peaks of each one! Feel free to read through them and help yours truly. These are all works in progress, so keep in mind they’re not the final product. (NO STEALING. These are my original works)

Sukuna x concubine reader:

There lay yet another slaughtered servant by his own hand; their transgression merely being engaging in conversation with his favored concubine…. Cold blood sprawled from underneath the equally frigid corpse before you, staining the soles of your feet with what resembled paint on a canvas. Except, this paint was a crimson red that no amount of exposure to it would acclimate you, regardless of how frequently Sukuna presented it to you. It was precisely in such circumstances that you beseeched the celestial body above to grant you the blessing of colorblindness.

Gojo x reader angst:

He never ceased to remind you how gorgeous you were when you cried, frankly because the manner in which your eyelashes retained the saltine tears in your eyes resembled the delicate surface of a tranquil pond. An eternal reservoir he’d swim in without tiring if the heavens so permitted it. Every tear you shed would become the gentle water that tickled his skin as his body wafted about in your iris.

Toji x reader smut:

Broad hands pull the pink hello-kitty booty shorts to the side as one hand leads his cock inside your needy cunt. Those same hands begin exploring your ass with no hint of shyness. They slip under the fabric and directly onto your plush skin. So big. Just for him. He pumps his cock into you with no remorse or concern for your pain.

[salaimoi]

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! I finally wrote a fic that isn’t about GOJO?! whaaaaaaat is the world as we know it coming to an end? D:

Past lover Sukuna who originally took no interest in you being his wife, but eventually, your abiding love taught him to do so. But, it was far too late when you established that he was indeed capable of loving someone other than himself. Your demise caused him to lose the individual he held dearest in this world – replacing the affectionate sentiment that had been coursing through his heart with resentment.

Past lover Sukuna who had anticipated your fated return once more since the Heian Era, only for your rebirth to never arrive, even though millennia went by. The benevolent soul he eagerly waited for became ensnared in the depths of the underworld, unable to reincarnate into the mortal world.

Even then, he was more than certain that you weren’t at eternal rest because of the longing, the nostalgia, and the need to be together again that he felt. 

He knew your anima was among the 7 realms somewhere; all he had to do was wait for your return. Heaven could wait as long as it meant laying eyes on that precious face of yours once more.

Past lover Sukuna who noticed the spitting image of his deceased wife walking down the street that fateful day. He couldn’t pass up this opportunity to have you once more in this lifetime as well – even if it was borderline selfish. 

To bring back those good old times; to bring back what was his. 

To hold you. To own you. To conquer you. To possess you. To control your soul. To do whatever he wanted to with you. 

To be with you once again, reverting to a time when he could feel affection – the way he liked best.

Past lover Sukuna who gripped your arm vigorously out of the blue among the crowd, because Sukuna never knew boundaries – not when it came to his beloved. 

“You look familiar,” he said, “not only the uncanny face shape and the exact same expression… but also your scent.” His gaze unrelenting as he scanned every aspect of your being as if you were his property, to make sure it was you – and he was correct. 

You were the same woman Sukuna fell in love with 1000 years ago. Alas, his delicate swan had returned to him after eons of suffering, like he knew you would.

Past lover Sukuna who noticed you squirming under his grip and scolded you, sharp nails digging at your flesh. 

“You shouldn’t be acting like this; it isn’t decent behavior for the reincarnation of my cherished wife to act in such a manner.” 

But you didn't remember a life before this one, nor did you recall his name or even the fact that you were once his most prized possession. 

Past lover Sukuna who waited over a thousand years just for his beloved to reincarnate into a mortal. He knew he wasn’t capable of loving anybody nearly as much as he loved her. And now...now she's back.

When you left this world, you took all – if any – of the sense of compassion he had. No one in the history of sorcerers and curses alike could come close to comprehending the misery he endured with each passing day.

Time and time again, reliving his wife’s death in his subconscious. Powerless to intervene as he witnessed the life drain out of her and transfer onto his fingertips.

“I missed you all those years, and I can't have the same fate happening again. I'm not going to let you die the way you did in your past life, got it?" Never forgetting to conceal the anguish in his words, as to not let himself be too vulnerable.

Past lover Sukuna who was hellbent on evoking in you the sentiment of what it was like to be his spouse. Even if it meant having to recreate every single romantic scenario he ever experienced with you a second time.

“I finally have you with me again. All I need to do is make you remember the feelings you had for me in your previous life, and then you'll have your past self fully restored.”

To you, it would entail falling in love with him all over again; to him, it would be a refresher on what you once shared. A win-win scenario.

Past lover Sukuna who began to notice the essence of that past life slowly merging with your current self, fusing the two identities into one. The love she felt a thousand years ago was slowly reawakening. All while Sukuna stood there in awe of the magnificent sight he was witnessing; the sight of his beloved being reborn again. The reunion of two souls was happening before his eyes, and it was almost emotional to see.

Past lover Sukuna whose heart felt heavy from the weight of joy and relief that he felt. He finally reunited with his once-lost lover. The essence of her former life was fully restored once more as she was standing right next to him. It seemed unreal to see her with his own eyes – his beloved was back, at long last. The eternal years of hardship for the sake of his plan were finally worth it.

Current lover Sukuna whose fingers ran through the locks sprawled over his lap – calming the both of you to no bounds when his fingernails rake through your scalp. His free hand holding onto your wrist tightly, because he had to be sure no one would snatch you from his grasp a second time.

“I missed you so damn much…more than you could ever possibly imagine.”

Current lover Sukuna who finally admitted to his feelings for the first time in millennium, because he missed you more than anything in this infernal world.

Current lover Sukuna who admired you with a soft expression, shocked at how angelic you were even after a thousand years.

“You still look as gorgeous as you did a lifetime ago.” words dripping with genuine adoration as he gazed down at his wife.

Current lover Sukuna who wondered how that was possible in the first place. Surely, granting him access to a companion of your caliber – with such a pure heart and soul – was a mistake of some kind?

Current lover Sukuna who thought, “All is right in this world again.” to himself. Because it was. You were by his side once more – right where you belonged.

[salaimoi]

el veneno mas honroso de mi corazón

wc: 444 ~ angst/fluff?

Gojo Satoru was the worst type of love you ever experienced. He was the epitome of a detrimental inamorato—too perfect to even hate. It wasn't because he was a horrible lover—it was because he was the embodiment of love that seethed deep within your being, even when things broke off between the two of you. It was a mutual decision—a clean breakup. You loved each other deeply, but you sought distinct goals in life, causing the inevitable rupture between you.

He was a delectable candy, causing a sharp toothache each and every time you consumed it. Even if your dentist would scold you on multiple occasions, you’d always continue to ingest the godforsaken delicacy. You wanted to detest the treat and convince yourself that it was no good for you, but that never worked, did it?

Oh, how the heavens themselves were fully aware of how he made it impossible to hate him as a past lover. Were you doing something wrong or was he? You couldn’t hate him, you couldn’t bring yourself to loathe him. He was your ex after all, wasn’t that supposed to be the dynamic between the two of you?

Your entire existence continued to ache at the thought of him being an angel even after you’d parted ways. Was he an angel sent to teach you what unconditional love was, even if there was no label on you anymore? Or was he a demon sent to taunt you so you’d never move on from him?

Please just treat me horribly for one second so I can hate you and move on. I can’t forget you. I can’t hate you. Stop treating me with kindness. Stop smiling at me on the street. Stop giving me flowers on my birthday. Why the hell do you even remember my birthday?

Your body mirrored an inferno the day you found a bouquet of flowers that accursed day. A ravishing flower arrangement with a note from that blind-folded idiot welcome you home after a long day at work. He was supposed to make your life insufferable, not light it up by giving you small gifts.

Could he think about you for a second and lend a helping hand by giving you a single reason to hate him? Could he act like every other man on Earth for a fraction of a moment and become an asshole you’d hate so you could move on from him and his stupid, handsome face? Could he contribute to the whole ‘your ex is your worst enemy’ trope?

Honestly, you’d be lying if you said there was an ounce of hate for him in your body.

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: i really wanted to keep writing for this but when i paused to begin moving it over to tumblr i realized the wc reached 444 🥹 that was completely unintentional, so I left it as is <3

(yes I believe in angel numbers - kill me if it’s a crime)

[salaimoi]

EXCUSE ME?!-€|£~*\> MAMA GETO??

[salaimoi]

both fics are up!! ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

edit: cheating fic ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 smut only fic

[salaimoi]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ infidelity is a strong word ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

sypnosis: satoru cheated on you, you both move on with your lives and find new partners. he comes looking for you once more since neither of you can get over the infatuation you feel for the other; it’s not cheating if you were together first…right?

content warning: acts of cheating (from both parties), p in v penetration, vulgar language, brief mention of mistreating gojo’s corpse (reader was picturing it only), affectionate name calling, manipulation themes.

word count: 3.3k

You could’ve had it all with Gojo Satoru: riches, luxury, ecstasy, passion, real love—everything. He was your heaven on earth—your paradise—with such a tempting, alluring voice that drove you to insanity without fail. A single syllable from his delicate lips would cause you to soak through your panties—your gushing juices trailing down your cunt from arousal every time.

Your sixth sense—the one beyond sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell—never failed to alert you when he was around; it was embedded into your competency at this point.

His presence alone always led you directly to seventh heaven. He was the epitome of a lover you always desired yet always failed to obtain. Marriage was always an option for the both of you, but you decided to wait a little longer.

You were glad you waited. The scene before you was brutal; your mind completely lost consciousness.

you felt nothing, yet you felt everything. veins teeming with every single emotion that has ever come to exist; you must’ve created a brand new one as you stood there.

this wasn’t real, right?

it was—that was Gojo.

your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

they weren’t playing a sick prank on you for the hell of it.

Your limp legs, caused by the revelation, somehow managed to walk you over to where your boyfriend sat, calmly situating yourself next to him—next to them. The back of your skirt failed to wrap under your legs once you plopped down onto the couch.

The cushion was made from a velvet fabric, so why was it so cold against your legs? It wasn’t the couch; it was the unbearable bitter, numbing feeling coursing through your body.

There you were, piercing into his soul with disdain. Satoru’s cerulean eyes grew wide in consternation as soon as he met your gaze. If looks could kill, Gojo would’ve been declared dead the second you walked into that room; you even pictured his funeral in its entirety the exact moment you did.

He would be in the confines of his worn-down coffin that you didn’t bother to buy in mint condition because he didn’t deserve it to begin with, being lowered into a 6-ish-foot-deep hole you dug with your own fingernails from the acrimony that overtook your senses.

Only, you wouldn’t lower him with the usual reverence or decorum that befits a deceased person—no, you would make sure to maul his rotting, decaying carcass with as much vigor as your muscles permitted into the depths of hell. You’d even go as far as to spit in his casket—or even use it as a urinal—and that was you being nice about it. He was the fucking reincarnation of satan, a crossbred scum of the earth who never cared for anyone but himself.

The girl in the room with the two of you wasn’t even aware of you yet. She continued bouncing up and down his dick, her boobs falling and rising right in front of his startled face. All context aside, she looked beautiful. her beauty made it impossible not to gape in admiration—and a hint of envy. The few seconds you spent glorifying her charm in your head were due to your bi-curiosity. Something you still hadn’t deciphered, whether it was just a phase or if you really saw women that way; this first-row view of her body wasn’t helping the allegations, but you had bigger fish to fry right now.

His firm hold on her ass loosened as soon as Satoru noticed you—a little too late. The satisfaction he was receiving before you walked in from the girl in front of him was all but gone. He even opened his mouth slightly to mutter a word but found himself unable to do so. He only felt terror, remorse, and mortification.

Was it just him, or was the room getting smaller by the second?

Placing his feculent hands on her waist, he abruptly tore her off his cock in a swift motion and set her down on your velvet sofa. She was startled by all of this as she had yet to acknowledge you.

“Hey!” she yelped—until she finally noticed your presence.

Everything clicked for her in an instant. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as she realized that she was completely naked before you. The pricey throw pillows that adorned your couch were the only covering she had access to at that moment.

Great, now you’d have to throw those out.

“I know this looks bad but please lemme-“ you abruptly lifted your hand, raising your index finger to signal him to stop running his blasphemous trap.

Did he dare to address you with his filthy, defrauding lips after all of this?

Although, you’d be lying if you said the scene just now didn’t excite you—was it him, or was it her?… or both? No! pull yourself together. He was caught cheating on you; that’s what requires your attention right now.

Every fiber inside you wanted to tear off his skull from his body with all your might—similar to how you did with your dolls when you were a child—and spit down the cavity that it would create if you were to do so. However, you knew you wouldn’t stroke his ego by letting him know he got to you. A tremendous amount of fury was coursing through you, but you knew you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. You huffed a small breath of disgust and disbelief towards Satoru.

“Get her some clothes first, at least, Gojo—or have you lost all sense of human decency?” you scoffed.

He was in a haze for a moment as he heard you call him Gojo—you never called him that because it was far too formal for the both of you. Hearing you call him by his last name had thrown him completely off his train of thought. “Wha–“ he turned to look back at the naked woman behind him.

“No yeah… I'm sorry.”

Eventually, the woman before you walked out the door and left you alone with him again, leaving you wishing it was him who had exited your household. Gojo was a deceiving manipulator when it came to you. All the dirty tricks he used to sweep everything under the rug always worked on you. He was well aware of the charm he held over women and used it to his advantage, but never the way he did with you.

The thought of your walls stroking another man’s cock made him furious. Anytime he saw you talking to another man, he’d take you straight home and fuck some sense into you and make you swear you would never speak to any male that wasn’t him.

Fucking hypocrite.

He’d even gone as far as to pin down both of your wrists against the headboard with just one hand while the other fingered you into overstimulation. Either you said the magic words he was looking for, or he’d only increase the amount of fingers he used. It would go from one—to two—to even three, sometimes four. In extreme cases, he’d even go as far as to use his entire fist if you were being too cheeky—you always stopped breathing for a minute when he did.

“You can take it. Since you want to be a big girl and defy me, this is your punishment. Now open wide for me princess.”

You always fucking obliged because it was him. At this point, he could turn your pussy into a faucet with the smallest of gestures. He knew you would miss his cock way too much to ever leave him and he benefited greatly from this fact by seeping his shaft inside you before you had the chance to protest.

He was conscious of the way your folds separated obediently under his starved tip every single time—your cells had basically become a memory foam for him. You never objected either due to the fact that his dick never failed to wipe your memory of any wrongdoings he’d commit. He turned you into the obedient and docile dirty slut you were today.

He'd initiate the sexual activities, but you always finished them by milking him dry. Even when he didn’t have a drop of cum left in his body, you still wanted his cock to remain inside you—almost as if that were its home. You were missing those days. the days where he could stuff you with his seed until you began to worry if you’d get pregnant.

Then…how did it get like this?

This time it was different. Refusing to relive the same monogamous story with no different ending, you weren’t going to allow his heavenly cock to cajole you one more time. Sure, you would miss the way his length threatened to tear your cunt from inside with every thrust—but he wasn’t the only fish in the sea. Right?

It was a typical Saturday evening. Your boyfriend was out of town on a business trip as usual. His business trips had become more and more reoccurring. Half of the time he’d leave you all alone for weeks on end; this frustrated you beyond belief because of your constant need for attention—something you hadn’t even developed until fuck ass Gojo Satoru came into your life.

Were they actually business trips or was he elsewhere getting his dick sucked? No—those were your insecurities speaking. You knew he wasn’t like that. He never came home reeking of alcohol, or had lipstick stained lips. He wasn’t the type of person to cheat on you with countless women to feed his ego like Gojo did.

The relationship with your new partner was everything the one with Gojo wasn't. He actually took you on dates, he’d remember your birthday, he’d buy you gifts just for the sake of it. More importantly, however, he was loyal to you.

Every time you cried about the wounds and insecurities Gojo left, he was there for you. You cried yourself to sleep on countless occasions, doubting if you even deserved pure love like this, but he always stayed by your side, assuring you that you did. Love wasn’t something you earned after all.

He was the ideal man all around…just not in your world. He had offered you paradise, unwavering devotion, and unconditional love, but you were still enamored by the inferno your ex accustomed you to.

He promised you heaven, yet you yearned for Gojo Satoru’s hell. What the hell was wrong with you?

While scrolling on social media, you had caught word that Gojo ended up getting into a relationship with the girl he cheated on you with. It was near impossible to completely shun his existence and your shared history due to your mutual friends. However, you told yourself you didn’t care—he was her problem now, not yours.

*knock knock*

An abrupt knock on your door. One thing led to the other, and before you knew it, there he was—standing in your front door like a wounded puppy. Out of pure instinct, you slammed the door on his face because you refused to acknowledge the fact he was still alive. His hand was quick to prevent you from closing it all the way.

“Wait! Please just let me talk to you for a second. I promise I only want to talk.” a lie.

In his mind, as well as yours, he knew no one could come close to how he made you feel—both sexually and emotionally. Even though he was a piece of shit, he knew how to properly treat a lady—cunt included.

“He will never make you feel this pretty, baby.” he announced, stroking your cheek lovingly all while simultaneously ramming his length deeper into your gut.

And he was right, your new boyfriend couldn’t do half the things Satoru accomplished with his bare hands. Unbeknownst to you, this was his method of securing his permanent spot as the puppet master that tugged your strings until the end of time—because that’s all he saw you as—his plaything.

However, this time it was sincere. Being the fucking fool he was, he realized he was wrong for ever letting you go in the first place—even more for mistreating you throughout your relationship.

Gojo Satoru was never known for being speechless—whatever the situation, he had something to say, but not this time around. He was utterly tongue-tied.

The way your breasts subtly glistened under the moonlight while he fucked the shit out of you hypnotized him—more so the way your walls greedily tightened around his cock with every fervent thrust. You felt so good—as if this was where he was meant to be all along—and nowhere else. This was his pussy, and no one else’s.

He didn’t give two fucks about the fact that your stupid boyfriend could walk in any minute; he needed to hear you moan his name like it was the last thing he’d ever hear in this world—it wasn’t simply a desire anymore, it was a ravenous necessity now.

“Moan louder for me princess—I don’t give a fuck about your neighbors or anyone else right now.” he mumbled in between gasping breaths, his smooth lips gracing your ear ever so slightly, sending electrifying bolts down your spine. Obeying compliantly, you disregarded any concern left for your neighbors—not that there were many to begin with; all your mind could focus on was Satoru’s stiff bulge slipping in and out of your sopping cunt.

Your needy wails for him, combined with the creamy substance created from the continuous assault against your snug opening, were sending him over the edge. Fuck, he was only two minutes in, yet he could already feel his cum threatening to violently release in spurts inside you.

Your grip on his muscular shoulders was firm as a last resort to find balance from his bloodthirsty force against your frail body. He was fucking you like he hated you—your favorite kind of sex. With lust and desire for your body, his gaze lingered over your pretty face. You were so fucking beautiful when you squeezed his cock within your walls with the intention of never letting go.

Gojo’s body and yours spoke out towards each other, filling the room with need. You were tired of a 5-inch dick that left you feeling half empty inside your uterus. You longed for Satoru’s 9-inch, prodigious cock with a half-inch pink tip that added extra soreness to the interior. He wasn't too girthy—just enough to override the pain you felt with pleasure. He could tear you open whenever he wanted and you would still want more. He could leave you in a wheelchair due to the brutal nature of his jolts into your cunt, but you would desire more. Your body ached for the sweet pain only he could give you—no one filled you up like he did with both his cock and his warm cum.

Satoru was on the same boat as you—he couldn’t find a pussy like yours—one that gripped onto his cock for dear life. The notion that you were attracted to him even without his subtle but effective teasing, further added to his arousal. Even being balls deep into your uterus, your gummy walls wouldn't let up for half a second; the present lagoon between your legs before he even made contact with you was the cherry on top of all this. Such a needy cunt. Not a single soul yearned for his body like your pussy did.

Grabbing a hold of the back of your knee, he raised your leg to have it rest on his shoulder as he made a pathway for himself to thrust deeper into you. He couldn’t care less if you cried in agony from the malaise—he needed to go as deep as he could into your body. Anyone would be a fool not to take advantage of this salivating opportunity to the fullest—to not use your body as he deemed fit because he knew you liked it rough.

Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes while he continued to exploit this detail—one you never even admitted to him before but was crystal clear after the countless hours of sex.

A lewd, shlick noise reverberated across the room.

The sweat running down his chiseled body was perfect. Every single drop ran down his porcelain skin and carved out every line in his body. Even his huffs and puffs soaked your pussy more than it already was. He had no intention of going gentle on you after being away from his perfect little slut for so long. His body was beyond the limit of what it usually gave, and so was yours, but you couldn’t stop now.

When will you ever get this chance again? After today, you’d stick to your rationality, but today you didn’t have to. The only rational thought on your mind right now was to cum and give your throbbing pussy the sweet release it ached for.

Satoru could cum inside you and you wouldn’t give two fucks. Maybe a baby could be the perfect excuse to see him more often.

god knew you couldn’t go back to living without his cock. The gods must’ve shaped it exactly for your liking because of the way you never felt the same without it. Any other man’s cock could never do it for you. He brought heaven to you without you having to lift as much as a finger.

Gojo’s view of your body was immaculate. The way your tits bounced up and down with his every thrust, perfectly in sync with his movements.

Viscously licking two fingers with burning appetency, you immediately placed them over your needy clit, which wouldn't allow you to cum unless it was stimulated. Applying gentle pressure to the sensitive spot, you began to tease it in circular motions. Everything revolved around the manner in which his cock twitched inside of you while your digits tormented your clitoral area—almost enough to make you cum.

Almost—but first you needed to hear him praise you. You needed to know how badly he needed your filthy, wet cunt after all this time. How no other girl compared to the feeling of your grip on his cock. How your pussy specifically allowed itself to be molded and reshaped to house his dick. How your snug walls stroking his length with every move and coating it with your substances drove him to insanity.

“S-shiiit you’re so fucking tight. Stop gripping me like that before I knock you up.” he spoke between breaths.

“Cum for me princess.” His words were only met by a mischievous grin while your body obeyed his words.

Eyes rolled deep inside your skull as you cum from all the stimulation—your wall's grip tightened more than they’ve done before during the whole session between the two of you. Gojo feels this and lets out a moan of satisfaction as he follows behind you—releasing his creamy explosive release into your cunt.

A wet kiss—caused by the sweat streaming down his face—met your lips one more time before his voice snapped you out of such an idyllic moment.

“Heh~ I knew you missed me too, baby—so did he.” referring to his rock hard erection that didn’t seem to go down even though he was completely run dry as he laid next to you.

“What do you say you ditch this deadbeat and give me one more chance? I know you wanna.”

“Get out of my house, Satoru.”

Maybe in another life you’d actually mean those words, but not in this one. In this one, this white-haired idiot was the only one you had eyes for.

You wanted him to stay and cuddle you so you’d have some semblance of the good old days, but the risk of your boyfriend walking in at any moment and catching you in the act was far too big—but…this whole thing couldn’t be considered cheating since you and him were together first, right?

ʚɞ author’s notes: this was story 2/2 that i wrote regarding my poll. they’re standalone’s, but if you’re interested in reading the other, read here <3

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divider credits: @xxbimbobunnyxx & others but i lost their @ :(

[salaimoi]

-ˋˏ✄┈come break down these walls

content warning: p in v penetration, nipple sucking, cum ingestion (brief), pet name calling (princess, baby, pretty girl, good girl)

Gojo Satoru knew exactly what a lady needed in bed; he wasn’t the type of scumbag who used a girl to cum and go—no, he made sure any girl who got in bed with him left just as, if not more, satisfied than he did.

The night had somehow led the two of you to ditch the fancy restaurant he invited you to and head back to his luxurious apartment, which was no surprise to you since you expected as much from him.

Money was never a topic of discussion for him; it was merely a pesky attribute, but seeing you in that dress caused him to be willing to give up his fortune for one night with you.

Everything started out at a leisurely pace—there was no urgency on your behalf or Gojo’s to commence the revelry between your bodies—but fucking hell, he made it impossible for you to restrain yourself when his hand gripped your thigh the whole way home.

Deciding to wear a short black dress to date night knowing it would provoke such a reaction wasn’t a smart idea on your behalf. Even though it was your first date with the handsome man, he gripped onto you like he knew you for a lifetime.

His touch creeped ever so slightly towards the fabric of your panties, but not too far up because he enjoyed teasing you—or maybe this was his way of prepping your cunt for what was to come.

It didn’t take a genius to know you would be soaking under his touch. The warmth that radiated from in between your legs was tantalizing to him, there was no way he’d let you off the hook so easily tonight.

Being the gentleman he is, he made sure to open the car door for you once you had arrived at his place, although his gentle side was only a front since he’d fuck the shit out of you tonight. At this point—screw the pleasantries; you’d behaved enough throughout the whole night to know there’s only so much your throbbing cunt could withstand.

The moment your lips pressed against his, Satoru's heart skipped a beat. Bodies burning like an inferno while both your lips intertwined in a furious make-out session.

He became completely mesmerized by your hungry tongue exploring his mouth with such desire, returning the kiss with just as much devotion and vigor. It was as if the both of you were lost in this overwhelming pleasure, oblivious to the fact that you were knocking over expensive vases throughout his home.

Satoru's kiss was nothing short of passion and aggression personified. For someone who looks so stoic on the outside, he was a fervent, and intense kisser. His kisses were a declaration to the other person that he really loved them—you definitely caught on to this fact as his eager tongue fought with yours for dominance.

Large hands gripped your thighs, lifting you up off the floor, consequently causing your legs to cage around his waist; your hand grasping a handful of his lily-white hair made him moan into the kiss, causing his grip on your body to tighten while keeping one hand firmly on your ass. Your own hand grabbing his neck like it was your property sent sparks of emotions rushing through his body. He loved every moment of it.

Satoru was feeling the hunger and heat building up between the two as your bodies became further entwined together with nothing more than a kiss. However, that alone wasn't enough anymore. Even if he tried to remain gentle with your body, his cock was twitching under the confines of his pants, aching for your warmth.

While one hand held his stilled cock, the other rubbed up and down your slit—waiting in anticipation for your legs to grant him entry. Your shyness to open up hadn’t gone unnoticed in his eyes; maybe it was caused by his intimidating length? Even if that was the case, his dexterous motions caused your legs to betray you.

“That’s right baby, just spread your legs f’me.” his soft voice guided you throughout the whole process because he knew the power his seductive tone held.

“I promise I’ll be gentle..” he smirked before continuing, “...just for now.”

There was an extent of credibility to his words as he ushered his erection into your sopping cunt—his body trespassing past your barriers—causing your walls to grip onto his shaft for dear life. Big didn’t begin to describe Satoru’s size. He had to allow your walls to readjust to his unexpected, but very much welcomed, intrusion.

Salty tears of both pleasure and affliction from his agonizing length carved your cheeks. Anchored palms held you in place while his thumb wiped the tears. A condescending smirk coating his handsome face as he spoke.

“Shhh, I’m right here with you baby. I promise you can take it. Just, f-fuck—loosen up a bit for me princess. I won’t last two minutes like this.” his voice became a bit shaky as his words left his mouth from the way your snug walls clouded his mind.

Praying to the heavens above, he hoped he’d actually last more than two minutes. Otherwise, that would be plain embarrassing for him—although a compliment to you.

Taking deep breaths and letting your body accommodate his cock within you, your walls loosen a bit for him. That was all he needed. His hips thrusted back and forth against your frame in a sadistic manner.

A guttural moan escaped his lips as lewd squelches echoed across the room with each assault on your opening. Each thrust caused your breasts to jiggle in all directions in such an alluring manner. They were like magnets for his eyes—causing his mouth to find its way to one of them—latching itself onto your skin and sucking at your sensitive nipple.

Sweaty palms gripped the sheets and your back arched against his mattress as your body tried to stabilize itself from the overwhelming feeling of his cock kissing your cervix and his mouth suckling your breast.

Your walls only further tensed up after all the overstimulation, a telltale sign you were close to coating his dick with your juices; he wasn’t too far behind himself.

Both aching bodies meshed together and became one the moment you simultaneously released your creamy arousal onto one another.

Rivulets of his warm fluid coated your inner walls, his explosive release filling you up until his seed was oozing out of your filthy wet cunt. One finger wiped some of his cum onto it, then led it towards your mouth, waiting for you to open up for him as the liquid spilled onto your lips.

“Open up pretty girl, don't want you to miss out on the taste, now do we?” he cooed.

Obediently opening up your lips for him, his finger seeped into the core of your warm mouth, dripping the fluid onto your tongue. It was an obscene scene, but one you’d remember.

The liquid itself had a bittersweet taste to it, salty from his contribution, yet sweet from your own.

“That’s a good girl.” a condescending and arrogant grin crawled up his face as he watched you ingest every drop.

It was as if he’d found a new form of pleasure—one only you could give him.

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ʚɞ author’s notes: this is story 1/2 i wrote regarding my poll. they’re both one-shots, but if you’re interested in reading more from me, read here! ᐢ..ᐢ

[salaimoi]

╰┈➤ keep that to yourself ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Ignorance used to be your loyal companion—it kept you sane when the brutal truth was the one pounding at the door. Call it innocence or plain foolishness, but it stayed faithfully by your side unlike all the failed friendships and relationships.

It was the invisible armor that never wore down, no matter how many hits it took—embracing you with its warm, loving arms against the bitter cold during a winter solstice. 

Half of you knew you were ignoring the reality of things, but the blindness was comforting. Playing dumb was the only thing you knew how to do. However, the harsh reality of things creeped into your mind like a shadow after all your efforts to suppress it. 

All the hatred and bitterness planted within you by others had grown roots, leaves, thorns, and even attracted worms that ate away at any effort you made to be happy. How could someone thrive in such harsh conditions? 

Every abhorrent comment and hateful remark only further cut away at any progress. No matter how hard the attempt to distance yourself and convince your consciousness that it was their way of demonstrating love—the further you continued to fall into despair. 

No one would actually fill the void within you; for it was not a void that required other people’s love and attention—it was your own. Sooner or later you had to break free from the innocence that corroded your mind. 

[salaimoi]

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAY!!!! so grateful to be a part of the gender that produces the world's greatest smut/fan-fic/everything else <33 women are the best writers muah muah muah

giving out free kisses!!

requirements: be a woman🤞😸

[salaimoi]

wait ur writing a fic where gojo actually cheats on reader? and she still takes him back?? 😭

or is it like a misunderstanding or smthn?

yes! ᐢ..ᐢ this idea was inspired by the song pretty- by the weeknd!! the idea of satoru fucking you while he boasts how your new boyfriend will never compare to him—as well as how no other girl compares to you after he cheated—really piqued my interest lololol

however, seeing how the poll is going, i’ll have to post the smut only and leave the backstory for another day (boo)