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emmyrosee · 3 days
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*NOT A REQUEST* just a thought I desperately needed to share….. Sukuna definitely does not like ur friends like he says u should ditch them for him and like whenever you have to leave his house early cause u promised to meet ur friend somewhere for smth he’s getting all pouty and finds ways for u to stay LIKE HES JUST SO SOFT FOR U OMGGGG🥹🥹🫡
I mean was I not supposed to write a drabble? Physically impossible-
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“Baby, I’ll be back so soon!”
“No, you won’t.”
Sukuna doesn’t like when you leave him. It’s not uncommon for him to throw a small fit when you tell him you have to leave, when you assure him you’ll come back to him at night and curl up in his side while you both go to sleep.
But when you have plans without him? And you’re not just leaving for errands?
He’s the world’s biggest baby.
Sukuna crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe, “you’re going to be out with her all night, and I’m barely going to see you because the second you come home, you’ll be too tired! How is that fair!”
You click your tongue in adoration and make your way over to him, cupping his sharp jawline in your hands and kissing the tip of his nose, “I can’t just be all yours; sometimes, you have to share me.”
“I share you,” he snaps.
You giggle and shake your head, “you share me with choso and yuuji while youre buried in my neck- and as much as I adore it, I do unfortunately have to see other people too, honey.”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to want your company.”
“Kuna-“
“Oh no,” he begins dramatically, raising his hands in defense. “I can tell when I’m not wanted.” He huffs and makes his way away from you and to the couch, knee bouncing wildly as he tries to hide the facade that he actually, immensely, cares that you’re leaving. “Just say you hate my affection and go.”
You snort and quickly follow him to the couch, curling up beside him, “I love your affection. You know that. But I promised her we’d grab dinner, okay?”
“No.”
“And I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Don’t care.”
“Can I have a kiss goodbye?”
“No.”
You toss your arm around his shoulder and press a wet kiss to his cheek, making sure to make it noisy and dramatic, pulling back with a sticky “mwah.” When you make a move to go back in, you quickly spider your fingers up his side, making him grunt and shimmy away.
“Literally hate you,” he hisses. You laugh again and follow his body, this time aiming your kiss for his lips and humming happily when he connects it.
He sighs against your lips, “bring me home a piece of chocolate cake.”
“Okay-“
“And text me every hour, or so help me-“
“I will, baby.”
“And no later than 9, that’s too late-“
“Okay dad. Anything else?”
He pulls a face at your words before rolling his eyes and leaning back in for a kiss, “be safe. I like you or something.”
You smile and nod happily, “I will, sukuna.”
“Promise?”
You extend your pinky out to him, watching fondly as he extends his own to lock with yours, and you each kiss the tip of your tongue as if to seal the promise.
“I promise.”
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luv4fushi · 11 months
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jealous text messages from your jjk boyfriend
jjk - gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge x gn!reader
content: fluff, established relationships!, silliness, a bit ooc sorryyyy
click on my masterlist for more!
gojo satoru
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inumaki toge
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a/n: it was honestly so difficult to make this so idk if i want to make more in the future. i think these messages aren’t very accurate to the actual characters but i hope you still enjoyed regardless of that. thanks your for reading!
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nkogneatho · 7 months
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𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
Satoru is the kind of man that cockwarms you as a punishment, but it turns out that he's been punishing himself. Because it's so hard not to just move and fuck you. You can feel his thighs flex more and more. The skin trying to grab some friction, moving so painfully slow that it's almost unnoticeable. His ocean blue eyes are laced in irritation, inner self cursing "fuck you for this punishment" because how is he supposed to function when you are so ready for him. His ego might be too big to lose first but not bigger than his desire to just fuck the shit out of you. Eventually he gives up as he fixes his hand on either side of your waist and bounce you up and down on his dick. You want to throw a sarcastic comment about him breaking the rules of his own punishment so bad but the way he is fucking the air out of your lungs, you've got no time to form words in between. Your brain feels dizzy because he's being harder tonight, slow grunts putting up his wild desire for you on show.
"I know you wanna tease me for—fuck! tease me for this but i'll later stuff your mouth so good with my cock that you'd barely function"
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narcissistshandler · 7 months
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𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘, 𝗕𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧
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and here we go again in more smuts I write in 40 minutes randomly overnight. the choso part in the trailer keeps popping up for me all over my social media, so that's for everyone who has this man as husband! top!amab! reader and bottom!choso below. this was written to be read as gn, so if anything is wrong please let me know!
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Choso always made the cutest sounds during sex. He was a very domestic and simple man, most of the time he would ask you in a soft voice to turn off the lights before continuing what you were doing, (even though you two knew the darkness of the room did little to hide the flush in his face, his open mouth in an involuntary movement or how his cock twitched at the smallest of compliments). He usually liked looking at your face during sex and blushed like a virgin when you tried anything in daylight. And after one of the neighbors complained about the noise, Choso not only started to avoid them, he also started to have a habit that you hated:
He started trying to be as quiet as possible in bed.
You weren't happy about it. It was hard to actually hear any of the moans or whimpers your husband made when you fucked him exactly like he had wanted all day during which he tried to show you with the eyes - it was never a difficult task, considering you were always itching to have him under you, anytime.
What sounded like a snarl reached your ears, muffled by the pillow Choso was hugging to his face, your pillow.
Your fingers dug into his lean hips, ring sunk into his skin in a way that should hurt and thumbs pressing hard over the knobby bones you pulled him back against you with each thrust, so hard that every time your thighs and his ass met, the twinge of pain shot through your senses.
In the low light, his long hair blended into the darkness and your shadow fell over his torso. You two were completely naked, skin to skin, and even condom use had been discarded when you entered into a relationship.
You liked having him like this, with no barriers between you, raw and messy and wet. Choso liked it too, as much as he never said it out loud, you knew.
He also liked it when you came inside him. It left him feeling used and dirty and belonging to you. It was another one of those things that would be hard to get him to admit, but that was okay too.
"I am close." Your voice filled the stuffy air in the room.
All the windows were closed and the curtains drawn, both the front door and the bedroom door were locked, making it difficult for air to circulate. The idea of getting caught during sex by anyone was mortifying to Choso to the point where he didn't even like you using the scenario as dirty talk.
Big brother thing, you concluded, even if today only you and choso were home.
Choso's knuckles turned white where he gripped the pillow, so hard that the ripping sound rang out, the golden band of the wedding ring shining even in the dark on his finger. His hole tightened around you, helping the boiling sensation of pleasure just build in your stomach.
Your hips reacted on their own, shooting forward, back into your husband's relaxed, wet hole.
"Where should I come?" you questioned, wheezing occasionally interrupting your speech. "Should I take it off?"
It was a mere tease, as you knew how possessive Choso was when it came to your cum, he hated it being wasted, but in his delusional pleasure mind, that should have sounded more like an threat.
He seemed to mutter an irritated reply that was once again muffled by the pillow.
"I can't understand what you're talking, darling," you said as you started to back away, leaving Choso's warmth. You had to fight the immediate urge to just shove back in him and fuck him until you came.
The response was immediate, Choso's hole tightening so hard it looked like it wanted to suck your cock. He pushed the pillow away, allowing you to see the trace of tears on his face and the mess of saliva on his chin.
Beautiful.
"D-don't take it off," he pleaded sweetly. Maybe because he'd been fucked for so long his voice sounded loud, almost like a scream he didn't seem aware of. "In-inside... C-come in me." He repeated, sounding desperate: "Come in me."
And who were you to deny him anything?
Using your grip on his hips, you began to fuck him, eagerly, almost violently. Your cock eased in and out of him, being engulfed by the heat of his tight walls.
Choso's lips were trembling, his whole body was trembling - you noticed right away - and you wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss him. But you forced yourself to just watch as his eyes rolled back, his arms hugging the pillow to his chest as the husky, sweet moans you loved most fell from his mouth.
Your nails pressed into his skin and you came, hard, hips swaying in erratic thrusts to enjoy the pleasure coursing through you. Your cock twitched and spurted inside him, marking his entrails with your belongings.
Choso gasped for air, body writhing on the sheets and you saw the exact moment he came all over his stomach and your pillow. Coming into him was enough to send him into his own orgasm.
Now you kissed him, grabbing the pillow between your chests and throwing it towards the floor. You swallowed each of his sighs; sweat and semen forming a mess between your bodies and before the memory of the inconvenient neighbor and the anxiety of being heard by strangers during sex returned, you rotated your hips in slow circles still inside him, extracting every reaction and every ounce of pleasure from him and gently led him on for a second round, then a third...
Then, you made Choso so loud that none of the neighbors had the nerve to come and complain the next day. Inflamed by it, after being fucked to the point he limped the next day and his throat got hoarse, he never tried to hide his moans from you ever again, even at the risk of being heard by his younger brothers.
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sednas · 1 year
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it's currently 1am and i don't know what i am doing
・゚✧ toji fushiguro x gn!reader
✶࿐ tw: [n]sfw, toji is a sucker for you, sub!reader, overstimulation, ass play bc why not
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thinking about trying to crawl away from toji's bruising grip on your hips, your hands clawing at the sheets in a poor attempt to drag your body out of his reach. you're shaking, your eyes barely open, with saliva dripping down your mouth and sweat sticking to your forehead. you're exhausted and breathless and you can't feel your legs anymore so you try to crawl away.
but toji doesn't let you go so easily, his much bigger hands slip on yours, intertwining your fingers with his own.
"where do you think you're going sweetheart?" he whispers into your ear, and you can feel his black hair tickling your face.
and just like that you can't move anymore, his chest pressed against your back, barely pulling his cock out before slamming it inside you again. his strong thighs force your trembling legs to stay open and he smirks when he hears you say that it’s too much.
of all the positions, taking you from behind is his favorite. you're so easy and fun to play with, he can make you scream by grabbing your hair, or make you tighten around him by slapping your ass. or he can earn a gasp from you when you feel his thumb creeping around your asshole, spreading it (if it hasn't already been spread wide open by his huge cock).
you can't even hold your body anymore, falling flat on the soft mattress of the bed, babbling incoherent words as your eyes roll back. it's a shame that you can't see toji's face, he's wearing an adoring smile, and he can't help but slow down his hard thrusts, giving you a break.
his hands start running on your back, gently caressing your waist and you can feel him pepper kisses on your shoulders. when it comes to having sex with toji that's what you love the most. he can be destroying your insides and within the next second he's gently kissing you and rubbing your back.
with his cock still pulsing inside you, he softly makes you turn to look back at him, and with his arms caging your face, he starts thrusting again, at a slow and languid pace.
"does my baby want me to go slower? do you want me to treat you like you're the most precious thing in the world? it won't be difficult to do it you know... because you are... ah fuck, you're the most beautiful thing in the entire fucking world."
he doesn't even think before speaking now, completely lost in the wet feeling of your warm inside wrapped around his thick cock. he puts one of his big hands on your cheek and he strokes it lovingly as you can feel him rubbing that spot inside you again, bringing tears to your eyes.
"I'll treat you like you deserve precious, you just lay here and let me do all the work..."
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✧・゚ jujutsu kaisen masterlist
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alaboadoa · 3 months
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*ੈ✩ LAST WORDS OF A SHOOTING STAR
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pair. itadori yuji x reader
synopsis. in the 3 days following the shibuya incident, itadori yuji emerges as a husk of his former self. with his immediate execution resumed, you both grapple with the feelings you have for each other and come to terms with his impending death.
content. hurt/comfort (lots of comfort, thank art because i was gonna be mean about this and they convinced me not to), slightly canon divergent (taking place between shibuya and the culling games), fluff and minor angst, yuta is the best wingman
wc. ~4.4k
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NOVEMBER 1 2018
You imagine that your face was rather ghastly when you received the news.
"Execution?" You repeated, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. No, that was the wrong description. It tasted of death—like iron and the depths of Hell filling your mouth until you were gurgling on it.
Unlike the rest of the Jujutsu Sorcerers from Tokyo, you had been ordered to stay back with Shoko in case of an emergency. You remember your exile from battle had left a similar rotten flavour in your mouth.
You vanished off the face of the earth after the incident was over. Most probably presumed you died in the aftermath. Devoured by a curse, they would say and shake their heads. You were always troublesome. And then they would move on with the rest of the world, all the same.
Lives were only temporary in the world of curses. Focus on who you can save, not who is already gone. They'll only end up a curse in your sleep. What a horrible notion to have.
The truth is that you'd been whisked away with Yuta, who seemed to be scheming a plan of his own. Perhaps as a middle finger to the higher ups he hated so much, or perhaps just for his own selfish reasons. You wouldn't know until he was finished carrying it through—he's too good at keeping secrets.
He wanted your reverse cursed technique, you knew that much for sure, even though he could do it himself. You were useful by his side, fitting into his plot in a way you could not in Shibuya. Feeling some sort of obligation and satisfaction, you followed him like a lost puppy.
And now here you are, seated by a dimming fire in the abandoned part of the city. Yuta was too clever for his own good. You suppose Gojo taught him some things well. This was their plan after all.
Yuji was safe, if only for this moment in time.
"Now with Gojo gone, it would have been easy for the higher ups to send assassins your way."
Ruthless and truthful, you flinch, but Yuji does not. He remains perfectly still in your hold, with your hands rotating his face around to get a better look at his wounds. You pour your cursed energy into him, hoping to breathe life back into his eyes, but they stay dull and empty.
"We'll find a way to stop this," you assure, reaching over to take a sanitizing wipe to clean an open cut. Yuta was too rough on him, but it was at least believable that Yuji was dead. He doesn't even recoil from the alcohol stinging his flesh, too engrossed in his own thoughts.
"Why?" He asks weakly. You gawk at him, but then it melts away into a softness that finally makes him blink up at you. "I'm evil."
"You're not evil, Yuji."
"I am. I killed those people. I did." His voice comes flat and defeated, nothing like the one you used to listen to over dinner while he reenacted shitty western films.
You never realize what you'll miss until it's gone. It's hollow, the ache in your heart.
"You don't understand. How could you? All this blood on my hands—"
"It was Sukuna," you quickly refute.
"And Sukuna only lives because I do!"
His voice raises at you, causing the flames behind you to flicker and crack. It's enough for Yuta to step in, acting as a barrier between your tense bodies. Yuji seems to shrink at this, realizing his emotions have run amok and that he has yelled at you.
You only stare back at him in bewilderment, like a frightened animal. Your upperclassman shakes his head.
"Enough of this. We need to start making plans."
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You lay awake that night, alone and anxious. Yuta has taken the first shift of watching and patrolling while the two of you rest, though hesitant to leave you alone. He told you it’s another reason he dragged you along: having three people to rotate shifts instead of just two would be easier on your bodies and minds. The city is not what it used to be, now overrun with curses of all grades.
You reassured him it would be fine, that you would fall asleep quickly and so would Yuji—his body has to run out of steam eventually, right? Oh, what a fool you were.
The tension is so heavy that it's awkward, even though you're sleeping on opposite ends of the tunnel.
"Sleep," you demand as if you were Inumaki, like you have the power to curse him.
His eyes flutter open. Even in the firelight, you don't see any shine in them, seeming as if they had been extinguished of life. "Why don't you?"
"I can't until you do."
"That's stupid," he tells you.
It's not the first time you've argued like this. Back when the world felt right, you would sneak in through his dorm window well into the hours of the night. Platonic, you had convinced yourself. You snuck into his bed seeking companionship as a friend. That's the lie you gorged on.
A piece of you knew, and you're sure he did too, that the way your hands explored his arms was unnatural for two friends, and that friends wouldn't sneak into each other's rooms like this with such severe punishment on the line.
It was safe in his arms, with the dull hum of his television running an old horror film in the background. You didn't have to think about much other than his warmth when you sat between his legs with your back to his chest. Or when his arm was draped over your shoulder and you were pressed into his side—actually, you think you preferred this one though you felt sorry for his sore arm.
You would bicker about dumb, pointless things. Which movie is better, or which character deserved to be mutilated more. It would go on for so long that Megumi would bang his fist on their shared wall to get the two of you to shut up.
There was no curse strong enough to change time itself, so you keep your thoughts and memories to yourself when you respond.
"You'll be too tired to function on your shift," you reason.
"You both will be fine without me." Better off without me, you know he means. You've gotten good at reading between his lines.
You slowly sit up in your sleeping bag, eyes never leaving Yuji. He seems so frail right now, even though he looks more adult than he ever has before.
"Human Earthworm 4 was better than 2," you suddenly say. His eyes peer open again in confusion.
"Huh? 2 was way better."
"I liked the love story in 4," you argue, slowly getting out of your bag to shuffle to his side of the concrete tunnel. He looks at you as if you've said something outlandish, too preoccupied with his thoughts to wonder why you've come so close.
"2 had the best special effects though."
Your body shifts under his blanket.
"But 4 had a happier ending." (As far as 'happy' goes in the Human Earthworm series, at least.)
His arm falls around your waist as it has a hundred times, pulling you into his chest.
"Whatever," he huffs. The next topic comes fast and you're thrown into a full blown conversation with him. If you concentrate enough, you can imagine your bodies being tangled together in his bed, safe and sound.
Concrete and fire and the stench of curses melt away until he's all you can focus on.
"You have weird taste in movies," he concludes with his eyes drifting shut.
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NOVEMBER 2 2018
You think you know how to fix broken people until you find that they are more than skin and bones. 
You learn one thing after the Shibuya Incident: there are wounds residing within Yuji just as much as there are marking his flesh.
Yuta, you realize, had left the two of you alone to sleep and has protected you all night. You'll make it up to him, you reason. Yuji deserved to sleep.
When you wake up to his sleeping face, you think his cuts are healing nicely. But then his expression twists up in terror—a nightmare, if he even had enough energy left in him to conjure up dreams. He murmurs in his sleep, shakes his head a few times and thrashes around so much you're surprised you slept through the night by his side.
"Sukuna," he's whispering. Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna. King of Curses. The second voice tormenting him that lives in his own brain like a parasite. You bury yourself into his chest and hold him as tight as you can. He relaxes, body releasing its rigid form, but the murmurs continue.
He is shattered beyond repair. No amount of cursed energy could fix that, even if you tried.
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You had once watched Yuji electrocute himself trying to set up the janky old television in his dorm room.
He fell back onto the floor with a loud crash, head hitting the wood so hard you thought he might have a concussion. It caused such a racket that Megumi came running into the room asking what happened, demon dog ready behind him in case of an ambush.
You rushed to the floor, discarding all the food you had settled in your lap and crumbled beside him to scoop him into your arms.
"Yuji!" You called him. People rarely used his first name. You felt special, like you knew him better than others did and for some reason that was a privilege. "Are you okay?"
He laughed in your arms, seeming unfazed by the fact that electricity had run through every vein in his body. "I'm fine, see? My finger just slipped."
You and Megumi both sighed in relief, though you always thought it was strange when you reflected on it. Yuji was a funny guy, yes. He was equal parts humour and destruction but not a klutz. Mistakes happen, so you let it slide until now, but some part of you was nagging to ask.
"That day," you start while rolling up your sleeping bag. "You electrocuted yourself. Remember?"
He looks at you funny over his shoulder. Yuta has already started cracking open cans of food for breakfast, embers of your dead fire cracking.
"Hmm, yeah. I remember. Why?"
"I just thought..." you trail off. "Well, Sukuna makes you tough to a lot of things. I'm surprised small electric shocks aren't one of them."
Sukuna. A name you'd been avoiding since this morning. Sickening silence settles between you. It's so heavy that you pause in your cleaning to look at him, brow raised.
"Yeah," he coughs. "Well, maybe I exaggerated."
"Huh?" You sound annoyed now. "You scared us half to death!"
Yuji only falters in his own chores. When he looks at you again, there's a longing in his gaze that you don't know how you could have missed. Or perhaps it was never there until now.
"It was nice to have you fawning over me," he admits.
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The day goes on and all you feel is a terrible grief.
You become painfully aware of each millimeter the sun glides across the sky, from one horizon to the other. Time slips through your fingers fast as sand.
Horrifically, you can't find anything to talk about to fill the emptiness—Nobara and Megumi feel off the table considering the extent of their injuries. You don't even dare to breathe Gojo's name, let alone speak of him so boldly as Yuta is.
You're afraid that Yuji will spiral again, confused and unwilling to cooperate with his judgement clouded by loss. It's not your fault, you would say. It is, he would argue. It would do neither of you good, so you idle around while he and Yuta devise plans to tiptoe around the higher ups.
A part of you knows that if either of you told him to submit and die, he would. He's already teetering on the edge of self-destruction.
On the outside, he seems perfectly indifferent. Gaze steady, face stone and unchanging as he speaks. He's doomed, ill-fated, someone full of misfortune. He looks so lonely that the air itself parts for him where he stands.
To shoulder so much responsibility, so much death, maybe he truly is alone. Some fraction of him, at least—a piece of himself only he would ever understand.
Your hand snakes into his without a second thought. You don't know why you did it, nor do you have any reasoning that he doesn't yank away from you. His hand trembles, and it's then that you realize his whole body is wracked with tremors that don't match his distant disposition.
The second thing you learn is this: when Yuji self-destructs, he does it from the inside-out.
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Itadori Yuji loves chocolate cake.
He loves all food, really, acting like your friend group's personal food dumpster whenever any of you were full. But chocolate cake you knew he had a sweet tooth for.
You used to bring it with you to his dorm, stopping by the convenience stores on the way home to grab a pre-packaged slice from the fridge for him to eat.
"You're making a mess," you would tell him with a frown, using your thumb to wipe up frosting from the corner of his mouth. You would lick the pad of your finger clean after that, and he would watch almost in a trance.
It's the reason why you stop on one of your patrols, poking through the fridge section of a convenience store. The power has been out for a long time in this part of the city, all the food is already room temperature, but you figure this is fine as long as it smells okay.
The way Yuji's face lights up when he sees you is all it takes for the worry to go away.
It briefly feels as though nothing has ever gone wrong—that after this slice of cake the two of you will tumble back onto his mattress and turn on another showing of Titanic. (He groaned about it once, saying he got KO'd too many times during this film. You only laughed in confusion.)
At the end of the day, you know those days will never come back to you, lost forever in the wind.
Fire dances before you and you watch, enchanted by the flames. You remember last night, how not even the firelight could make Yuji look the same as he did before. You turn your head to look at him, to see if it's any different tonight, just for your cheek to be caught in his palm.
His thumb traces your lip, the way you used to do to him. You recognize the pull of his finger against your flesh, the swipe of it to get frosting off, but he still seems dissatisfied.
"What?" You ask.
"It didn't come off," he mutters, leaning in dangerously close to observe. Heat rises all the way to your cheeks and makes your hairs stand on end. His touch is like molten lava. You wonder if it has something to do with the monster living inside of him.
"I can't see it," you whine without a mirror.
He draws a little closer, until he's inches from your face. "Let me..."
You've suddenly been dropped into cold, unknown waters. This is all unfamiliar. He's rushing this, as if making up for all the time the two of you lost pretending you were only friends. As if he can cram all the things he's wanted to tell you into one night.
Recoiling away, you find yourself hesitating. If he kisses you, this all becomes too real. It's an acknowledgment of his impending death. That the thread of his life is finer and further stretched than yours is.
An unpleasant thought rings through your mind. What if I become a curse on him?
"This only ends badly for us," you whisper, but the conviction is missing from your voice.
He doesn't care. At least, it doesn't look like he does. Who knows what he's thinking right now?
"Who cares?" He says. "We're Jujutsu Sorcerers. Everything bad happens to us no matter what."
You don't have any rebuttal to that, no argument that forms in your mind that could challenge his words. He was right. Only disaster befalls Sorcerers. Disaster and grief.
For a while you had forgotten, living these idyllic months watching the days pass by. You feel like you wasted that precious time worrying about stupid things, like what to have for breakfast or what kind of snacks you should pick up for movie night.
(It ended up being popcorn every time. He liked to piss off Sukuna with it, saying the King of Curses would never get to experience the pleasure of picking out kernels from his teeth. You scoffed but bought it anyway.)
Another thought crosses your mind: Yuji is more fit to be in a rom-com, or a television series where the good guys always win. Not this tragedy. Not this massacre.
You wonder if he's ever felt the same way. If he ever wished he could reach into the sky and turn the sun back to a time before he even knew what a curse was.
If you’d met each other under different circumstances, would this have been a different story? The thought makes your heart ache, a part of you so deep that even if you reached into your chest and plucked it, you'd still wail.
"Can I?" He asks you, eager but quiet. Had this been a few months ago, you imagine that he would have had this spark in his eye. That his lips would be crashing into yours with no inhibition.
But Yuji has always been selfless, you think he always will be. He doesn't want to drag you down if you don't want to—an out, they call it. An escape route just before he careens into a ditch.
Hope has drained from every inch of his expression. This is his loneliness talking.
Despite the dread that licks up your spine, you cup his face. You swear he jolts slightly beneath your touch, as if you've reached out to strike him down. A retribution he believes he deserves.
He kisses you like it's his last day on earth. 
You learn one last thing: Itadori Yuji tastes familiarly of death.
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Yuta decides to leave you alone for a second night in a row. His presence is so crushing that you know he's alive, but he stalks off somewhere else, leaving just you and Yuji huddled by the pitiful fire you've built.
He once claimed himself jokingly to be a love expert, and then ran off to Kenya for so long that you lost track of how much time passed. You wish you'd asked him before he left what he meant, but at the time it seemed irrelevant. Insignificant. The name Itadori Yuji had not yet been impressed into your heart like a seal.
You're busy setting up the sleeping bags, this time pushing them flush together. They're so close you can barely see the seam between them. Yuji stands on the other side of the fire, watching.
It reminds him of all the times you'd ever scolded him for not making his bed in the morning. I'm gonna crawl back in tonight anyway, he said. Who cares if it's messy?
Idiot, you would call him. But there was no malice behind it. He treated it like a pet name, a badge of honour to be your idiot.
Life felt so simple back then. He was full of determination and life and stuck to his morals as best he could. When he wavered he would text you to come over so you could fall asleep on his chest and suffocate any other thoughts out of his head.
"I've never felt so powerful before," he admits quietly.  You turn to look at him, curious. "Like I could do anything in the world."
There's a negative connotation to that, you know. He could do anything. The world would crumble at his feet and there he would stand, laughing at it all. It isn't his will, not even slightly, but the demon taking refuge in his body would love to see the blood pool.
"Like I could just... reach out and—"
"Yuji!" You hiss, lurching forward to take his hand into yours and retreat from the flame. The skin is already pink and blistering, scorched by the embers. You twist his wrist around, observing where the fire licked the deepest, and pour your energy into him.
When you look up to see if he's crying, or at least grimacing in pain, you find only his smiling face—warm and adoring. For a second it feels like the world isn't burning around you.
It was nice to have you fawning over me.
You wipe that stupid smirk off his face, leaning in to smear a kiss along the scar on his lip.
"Idiot," you say, and he laughs for the first time in so long that it sounds foreign in your ears.
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(He doesn't fall asleep that night. He would rather savour the sound of your soft snores, memorize the form of your body in his hold, and try his hardest to burn this into his brain.
So be it if you come to curse him one day. He would welcome you with open arms.)
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NOVEMBER 3 2018
The day comes when Megumi sneaks into your hideout, asking for help.
His sister, he explains. He needs help saving Tsumiki. For some reason, resentment boils in your stomach, but then it's snuffed just as fast.
Two days and two nights you've spent pretending Japan isn't collapsing, content with sitting idly by as curses overran Tokyo. You're sure Megumi thought you to be cowards, that you were all hiding under this bridge to wait out the hellstorm that was raining down on your homes.
It was true to some extent. Once Yuji stepped out into battle again, that was that. You're not sure things would ever be the same again, though you suppose you lost the privilege of routine days ago.
"Let me come too," you urge. Three pairs of eyes land on you.
"No," Yuji pushes. "It's dangerous."
"I can fight!"
"You can't," he pauses, then corrects himself, "You won't."
Awkward silence settles over your encampment. Yuta stirs, standing to hold you steady by the shoulders.
"If we need help... if one of us is hurt, we'll need you unharmed. Do you understand?"
Ah, ever so wise, your upperclassman. So easy to persuade you. There's a reason why he's the chosen one only second to Gojo.
You swallow the bile that fights up your throat. "What if you don't come back?"
Yuji steps in this time, knocking away Yuta to hold you by the face. Get a grip, this means. Pull yourself together, don't you dare fall apart in front of me.
"We will."
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You once considered telling him how you felt, letting it eat away at you until Nobara groaned in disgust.
“If Itadori starts dating before I do, I’ll puke.”
You remember that you laughed, thinking she was so dramatic. You loved that about her. “I think you would do worse.”
She glared at you, foot lightly kicking at your shin under the table. Still, she made sure to push equal amounts of rice to your side of the plate. “I might burn a village down,” she huffed, placing her chin on her palm.
“You’re fine. Even if I told him how I feel, I don’t think he’d accept.”
“Huh?” Nobara sounded genuinely confused, raising a brow at you. “What makes you think that?”
You didn't know how to answer that. Maybe you were just afraid that you had misinterpreted everything, that the way he held you was protective in a familial manner and that he would slam his door in your face when you tried.
Looking back on it, you can imagine him in the next room ranting about the same things to Megumi.
“He still has posters of Jennifer Lawrence on his wall,” you argued weakly while shoveling rice into your spoon. She watched you take your bite with her lips parted in disbelief.
You wish you had told him, then. Not that it would have changed where you both ended up.
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You watch as they pack up their things.
Megumi's demon dog keeps you quiet company, tail thrashing against the ground as you slick back its fur. They talk around the dying flames, devising plan after plan. None seem safe. None would be.
Yuta and Megumi leave first, taking the lead in front of the pack. His dog melts into the shadows and disappears, leaving you sitting alone.
"I want to take you back, but..." Yuji glances over his shoulder toward his death sentence. "Will you make it okay on your own?"
You get up slowly, as if to draw out the time he stands before you. A thousand questions run through your head: what if you never see him again? What if this kills him, not by body, but by his already damaged soul?
He must sense the racing of your mind, so he leans in to engulf you in his arms. In an instant, memories of those days spent lounging in his bed, shoveling your food onto his plate, and purposefully talking louder to tease Megumi come flooding.
A year you would never forget. You're sure it'll become a curse if you dwell, so you tell him: "I'll make it. You go on, they need you."
I need you, too. Stay. If only it were so simple.
He smiles at you, warm like the sun that's hidden behind the barrier. Itadori Yuji looks like a ghost of his former self, battle-worn and covered in scars where his skin used to be smooth. He kisses you again for good measure, making sure he remembers the way you sigh into his mouth.
When he pulls away, there's life gleaming in his eyes.
"Let's watch Human Earthworm 5 when I come back."
Your thumb brushes the corner of his lip. You open your mouth to speak, to finally tell him the truth after all this time. You'd rather not die regretting you never said it, after all.
But you stop.
"I prefer Titanic," you confess. He shakes his head and kisses your forehead. Then he’s gone, taking all the warmth with him.
You'll make up for lost time one day. It won’t be today. You can tell him all about your feelings when he comes back to you.
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infrunamie · 9 months
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on my knees for afab gojo content
ANON UR JUST LIKE ME FR😭
(not proof read)
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headcannons for afab gojo:
definitely is a squirter and i will die on that hill. like just imagine, you and gojo are in the living room hes on the couch, legs spread, feet on either side of the couch. your peppering kisses around his cunt but not quite on it, his nails are digging into the couch cushions. you get to his wet pussy and start suckling on his pulsing puffy clit hes mewling biting his lip, lashes fluttering with tears ready to fall. you put your tongue inside and he starts to pull away from you but you hold onto his waist to keep him there.
“y-y/n! somethings c-coming!” gojo yells, aquamarine eyes blown wide as he grips your hair. you smirk on his pussy, “is that right baby? cum for me satoru i wanna get it all in my mouth.” you say on his cunt. you start to eat him out like theres no tomorrow. “w-wait y/n i dont think its cu-“ he squirts, you open your mouth to catch it all l. gojos mouth is agape, feet in the air twitching, back arched, hands buried in your hair.
you swallow as you make eye contact with him.
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definitely, at least once surprised you when you came back from a mission with some sexy light blue lingerie.
you were gone for a week. you were tired, frustrated and missed gojo. alot. you come home and announce your arrival but get no reply. confused, you go up stairs and call for him again. the bedroom door is left open a crack with dim lighting, you open the door and to your surprise you see gojo, blindfolded, tied to the headboard with a cocky smirk on his face. “so this is what you’ve been up to satoru?” you question with a smile gracing your face, head tilted. you hear a dull vibrating sound echo throughout the room.
“c-come here y/n, s-show me how much you’ve missed me.”
LOVES LOVES LOVES MIRROR SEX AND YOU CANNOT DENY THAT.
he loves when you have him in between your legs, his legs spread and he can see your cock go in and out of his cunt. and if he tries to hide his face just have your hand on his jaw making him see the way you break him down piece by piece. if you have make him feel the bump your cock makes on his stomach he’ll orgasm so hard he might faint. or when you have him doggy style, pulling his arms behind him and all he can do is watch as you violate him from the back.
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AAAAKAKSKKS THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO PLS SEND MORE!🤍
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levenlike11 · 2 months
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nanami is a punctual man. he absolutely hates working overtime and wants to go home as soon as he can. nonetheless, he can make an exception for you.
on the days you need help finishing a long report or exercising an annoying curse, he doesn't mind his clock beeping, signaling work hours are done. he's willing to spend as many minutes as you need there so he can walk you back home.
it's cute how he always asks to stop by a specific bakery and buys the same type of bread everyday. when asked why he loves it so much, he simply shrugs and says 'it's always fresh and soft.' after making you taste it once, he always insists on buying one for you too if you like it. having something you both like makes him happy, allowing you to see the rare smile of him.
when he does smile, you know it's real. he shows great interest in every word that leaves your mouth and replies or shows approval in your sentences. he loves seeing you happy, having someone that you agree with makes you smile from ear to ear. he just wishes he could plant a soft kiss on your grinning mouth.
you're both aware that this, whatever's going on between the two of you is way beyond friendship but neither of you decide to comment on it or give it a name. this is comfortable as it is and you're scared of the danger a certified relationship would bring. he can't risk losing you, especially not because of him. he swore to protect you from any harm the second he first saw you, your delicate body. he knows you're powerful enough to protect yourself but in his eyes you're a little dainty fairy, something so fragile he could hurt you with a single touch.
that's why he's always so careful with you. he doesn't let anyone look at you the wrong way, let alone touch you. it was the reason he started walking you home, you live on his way so it's a win-win for him. he's afraid admitting his feelings will ruin what's between you two, so he simply goes on with his life, knowing you'd push him away unless you wanted him close to you too.
the day you can no longer stand satoru's teasing, you finally go up to him and tell him how you feel. he chuckles after seeing how scared you look to tell him, not even making eye contact as you speak. the ground or your shoes look really interesting. he lifts his hand slowly and holds your chin, trying to see if he's making you uncomfortable. when you show no sign of distress, he lifts your head up and gazes into your eyes.
the loving smile on his face soon matches your blushing cheeks and when he leans down to peck your lips he can feel how hot your face is burning, excited and nervous because of him. you still don't talk about naming it, as it kind of always had a name in your heads all along. you don't announce anything verbally but the no longer so secret looks stealed during meetings or lunch and the hugs shared, the hand-holdings seen by your coworkers tells them everything they need to know and gives them a reason to ask you about when you're having your double date with them.
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hope you enjoy, all feedback is appreciated! sorry for the inactivity, i'm open to any requests if anyone would like to make any<3
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kairiscorner · 4 months
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⋆⭒˚。⋆ choso's hands are pretty cold to the touch.
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choso has never known what it's like to be held by someone he loves.
hell, he can't even recall when the last time he felt anything remotely close to what humans would define as "love". when you two engaged in this sort of arrangement, where you and choso would be able to do things together that friends or family couldn't really quite do together, he had always had this sort of longing that centered around you. you and your touch.
he's not the bravest person (or rather half a person) that you've dated, he is a little rough around the edges and pretty reserved, but you never shunned him or shamed him for being so. he hadn't been properly loved when he was younger, and unknowingly, he had that need in his heart to want to be loved properly, to be loved in general.
luckily, you were more than willing to show him what being loved by you is like; and he was a little taken aback at first by how sweet you loved him, but you never forced him or imposed on him the kind of love you gave him, teaching choso little by little how being loved by you was like. he loved it, loved every bit of it; but he also wanted to give back, to love you, too. but he didn't have the faintest clue on how, or where to even start, showing you how much he loves you.
he did notice from the human couples around you two when you'd take him out with you on some evenings, a lot of them tend to walk side by side, their hands clasping each other's, with some leaning against each other, one having their arms wrapped around the other's; smiling and talking and giggling... this was what choso wanted to give you, a blissful, happy moment between you two.
he takes a glance at your hands, they look so nice to hold, he thinks to himself as he approaches you. he doesn't know how to go about this, he's sweating buckets and chewing the corners of his lip, trying to think of what to say. "you're, um... could i, ah... you..." he stutters, getting impatient and frustrated with himself that he can't even ask something so simple that mere humans could do so flawlessly.
you give him your attention, looking into his amaranth colored eyes and waiting for him to finish, but he fears he never will be able to say it, not with him overthinking things to the point that he's scolding himself in his head for being such a wuss about it. he takes a deep breath and mumbles out, "can i have your hand in mine?"
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"of course." you tell him softly with a smile, and steadily, you wrap your hand around his hand; it's cold, cold to the touch. you expected that because he was able to control blood that he would be quite warm, that was the sign that a living creature had blood, a pulse, had life, right? but choso's hands were like blocks of ice, frigid and cold. but when you looked up at him, he didn't just seem tense, he also seemed to soften up at the same time. the markings running across his nosebridge became a little thicker, a little redder and pinker. his nose was a little red at the tip, and his ears seemed to be flushed with some pink, too.
choso was blushing. in his own unique way, he was blushing. it made you giggle seeing him like that, and hearing your bewitching giggle, he tightened his grip around your hand by just a little bit; and his shoulders slowly became less tense, he seemed a lot less like a block of ice, and was melting into a puddle before you.
your touch felt really nice, way nicer than he could ever dream it to be. you two walked down the streets like this, going here and there, all over town, not letting go of each other's hands until the night was over. you never let go of him, not even for a second; you held choso close to you, and he... he could feel his hand warming up by your touch, little by little, until his hand felt hotter, felt... alive.
choso finally knows what it's like to have warm hands for once, and to be held by someone so important to him.
he wouldn't let this be the last time, he'll hold your hand as often as you'd let him—and like you... he'll never let you go, because you mean too much for him to do that to you.
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hunn1e-bunn1e · 6 months
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Gojo Satoru - "Harajuku Street Food"
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In which a certain special-grade jujutsu sorcerer stops at a street vendor's stall that catches his attention with its heavenly scent and leaves with more than just a few purchased snacks. Or; In which when buying some snacks before meeting his three first-year students, Gojo Satoru successfully acquires the number of the cute vendor that runs the stall.
                                                                                                   
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🍡•♡•🍢•♡•🍡•♡•🍢•♡•🍡•♡•🍢•♡•🍡•♡•🍢
"Hey there!"
A smooth but playful voice called, drawing your attention from the portable skillet in front of you.
Looking up, you're met with a very tall man with white hair, a customer surely. However, your attention is drawn to his face, or rather, to the black blindfold that covered his eyes and forehead. Even if you couldn't see half of his face, you could still tell that he was quite handsome.
Suddenly though, a hand appears in front of your eyes and snaps a few times, breaking you from your observation. The man had leaned forward while you were distracted, his face only inches away from your own now, his nose nearly touching your own.
"Ah! S‐sorry sir! Um, what would you like? There's a wide selection of goods to choose from."
You flinch backward, quickly trying to correct your unprofessional behavior by offering the man the usual customer greeting.
The blindfolded man lets out an attractive chuckle as he places a hand on his hip; you swear you could hear him mutter a quiet 'cute'. He then turns his attention to the medium-sized menu card that you had sat to the side; perusing his options. Though it seems like he didn't need to look long as he quickly turned his attention back to you.
"Right, I'll take everything."
He spoke with a curt nod, his voice still playful but with an underlying seriousness.
You stare at him for a while; unable to process quite what he meant. What did he mean by everything? One of everything or literally everything?
"Uh... One of everything?"
You asked him cautiously, becoming nervous at the thought of having your stall picked clean so early on in the day.
The man tilts his head at you, his smile shrinking a bit, and you can only assume that he must think that you're a bit slow on the uptake. But just as quickly as it shrunk, his smile grew wide again and his chipper attitude presented itself even more prominently.
"Nope! Everything you've got! Oh, I'll take your number too while I'm at it!"
He chirped, loosely crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned forward slightly, towering over you.
You feel your face heat up at his words; you've never met someone so bold before. Quickly, you turn around and bag up all of the inventory you have so far today. Ending up with six bags, you pull out a pen and turn back to him, seeing him leaning on the stall counter.
"Here you are sir; your total is ¥59,610.80. Both cash and card are acceptable."
You told him as you handed him his bags; gently grabbing one of his wrists.
The man tilts his head again, seemingly forgetting his earlier flirt, but you only lift the pen that you had grabbed. Pulling his wrist toward you, you write your number down on the heel of his palm; face warming even further at the fact that you're committing to it.
"M‐my number, you asked for it earlier so..."
You stuttered, looking away from him in embarrassment.
He chuckles, standing up to his full height and putting his free hand in his pocket. An attractive smirk spreads across his face as he turns to leave.
"I'll definitely call you some time, you're too cute~"
🍢•♡•🍡•♡•🍢•♡•🍡•♡•🍢•♡•🍡•♡•🍢•♡•🍡
🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.
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luvring · 6 months
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gojo x gn!reader | he’s NOT on the battlefield he is somewhere being whiny and dramatic RIGHT NOW. no one can tell me otherwise.
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gojo stares at you from his spot on the couch, a pout etched on his face as you continue to type away at an assignment due in more than a week. something due 10 whole days away has taken priority over him—he pouts even harder at the thought.
“i can feel you staring at me, satoru.”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“mhm.”
there’s only a few minutes of silence when your phone suddenly vibrates. without sparing it a glance, you switch between tabs, trying to find a specific quote for your answer. satoru huffs from behind you, and another notification comes in.
“y’gonna check that?”
“check what?”
your phone vibrates again.
“that.”
and you’re not dumb. you have a feeling your boyfriend is very aware, probably even more aware than you about what that notification could be.
“no?”
it vibrates again.
“are you sure?”
another.
“pretty sure.”
and after a couple of seconds, another.
“…actually, you know what, ‘toru,”—you pick up your phone, and satoru sits up ever so slightly, before you swipe down the bar to turn on do not disturb—“you’re right.”
“babe,” he drags out the pet name, “what if it was important?”
“and what if it was my classmates being idiots in the group chat again?”
“it’s not!”
at his denial, you spin your chair around, an accusatory—yet amused—expression on your face. “and how would you know?”
“because no one else is working on an assignment due in more than a week on a saturday afternoon except you, because apparently i’m dating the biggest nerd ever,” satoru complains, letting himself slide half off the couch, leg thrown over the top.
putting your hand over your chest, you gasp. “the biggest nerd ever? you wound me.”
“you wounded me first when you downloaded that assignment pdf instead of checking my texts!”
“well now i’m never opening that text from you.”
“why no—” he stops, and you stare, and he squints and quietly replies, “…i hate you.”
a lie through and through that finally gets you to laugh, just a little, before picking up your phone, where a photo of the both of you greets you as your lockscreen. “i’m kidding, ‘toru. but seriously if it’s something stupid i’m going to the library.”
“nothing i send you is ever stupid.”
you shake your head and go to open your messages. “i’m not even going to try to argue with you on that.”
GOJO sent you a post
babe
ME!
Notification noise
buzz buzz buzz buzzzzzzzzzz
EMERGENCY!!! HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
your lip twitches when you read “notification noise” but you hide it with the back of your hand, instead clicking the video he sent.
you think maybe it won’t be that bad—the thumbnail a photo of a white cat—and satoru watches you intently when he hears the audio start to play. ”top ten things you should pay more attention to. starting with number one—me.”
you blink.
the video loops.
“top ten things you should…”
“seriously, toru?”
“c’s get degrees. satorus need constant attention or they’ll die.”
you snort—maybe you’d take him more seriously if he wasn’t practically upside down.
“they’ll die! i’ll die! do you want me to die?”
“not on my couch, no.” you respond, standing up.
“oh, alright, apologies, my heart, for not taking your feelings into consideration. i’ll die on your laptop so you’re forced to face the consequences of your actions more directly then,” he says, sarcasm rolling off of him in waves, even as you make your way toward him.
“oh, thank you so much, my love, i’d greatly appreciate it.” you huff as you do your best to pull him back up to lie on the couch.
satoru lies on his back, arms crossed over chest, strands of hair messy across his forehead.
he says nothing as you stand above him.
yet despite his attitude, he lets you run your fingers through his hair to fix it, leaning in ever so slightly into the warmth of your palm. you pout at him endearingly. “okay, you’re right, i can work on the assignment later. i’m sorry for not giving you attention and ignoring your texts.”
“and?”
you quirk an eyebrow, trying to rack your brain for what else you could have done. “and…implying you could ever send me something stupid?”
“…apology accepted.”
“can i lie down with you now?”
satoru shifts as far as he can. “as long as my back is to the couch so you can’t push me off.”
“woah, woah, woah, okay, that was an actual accident, and you already accepted my apology for that! i even ordered food,” you remind him, maneuvering beside him so you can fit and wrap your arms around his torso.
he pulls your head to rest on his chest. “doesn’t mean i can’t stay on guard from now on.”
“oh, whatever,” you mumble, breathing in and noting the scent of his new cologne that he got a few days ago—the one he got because you said you liked it.
a hand comes up to rub the nape of your neck, and you melt further into him. satoru mutters, ”you’re not leaving until dinner now as compensation.”
“what if i have to pee?”
“i’ll follow you to the washroom.”
“inside?”
“you wanna hold hands at the doorway?”
“not particularly, no, actually.”
“maybe romance really is dead.”
you laugh into the fabric of shirt where you can feel his chest rumble with his own laughter, and your heart flutters as you feel satoru smile against you. he's warm, and his lips soft as they kiss your forehead, when you think maybe your work can wait a few days to really start.
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hai. sometimes a girl has to write a bunch of domestic fluffy banter. who gets me. video cat is gojo catoru in another life btw... Trust. also im pretty sure this is the first time i get to use my jjk taglist. LMFAO
🏷 | @lilithlunas @anime-ships-gay @todorokiskitten @tooruchiiscribs @curiouslilbeast @fiona782 @cvhenia @mitskiologist @libbyistired @milkbreadforlife
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emmyrosee · 2 months
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I DONT WANT TO HEAR A PEEP-
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“‘Kuna?”
“Go away.”
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
“I barely tolerate you as a human, you want me to tolerate you as a literal pesk?”
You jaw drops as Sukuna continues to play his game, thumbs tapping expertly on the controller as the violence breaks out on screen. He’s propped on his pillows while you’re curled into his side, the heat from his body sticky and warm as you use his chest as a pillow to thumb through your phone.
Only slightly hurt now that he’s mentioned he wouldn’t like you still.
“I bet yuuji would still like me,” you grumble.
“To be frank, I don’t really care what yuuji does.”
If he didn’t want you to see the way his jaw ticked at the mention of his brother, he did a poor job of it.
You notice it. And of course, you smirk as you sit up to prod him more.
“I bet he’d pick me up in a little leaf, carry me home and put me in a little tank,” you begin. “I bet he’d hand feed me fruit to my little mouth and make me such a happy worm.”
“Well then why don’t you go fuckin’ date yuuji then?” He snarls, motioning at the door. “Since he’d just love you so much.”
“I don’t want to date yuuji,” you pout back. “I want to date you. I love you. Even if you don’t love me-“
“For fucks sake-“ he pauses his game and, before you can ask, he flips you onto your back, straddling you and gripping your shoulders. He shakes you, and you squeal as he does.
“Yes, I’d still like you. Yes, I’d build you a stupid little cage. Yes I’d charge people to come look at you. Yes I’d feed you fruit, and yes I’d pet you every day. Yes. Yes. A million times yes, fucking let me play in peace.” With each few words, he pulls your shoulders up before slamming them back down into the bed, the springs bouncing you back into his hands.
“‘Kuna!” You giggle, your arms bending at the elbow to make minimal distance between you and your man, and despite the annoyance he wishes to convey, there’s a cheesy smile on his face, brows furrowed in focus and chest heaving from his speech and the act of bouncing you so intensely. He stops with a sigh, sitting up straight and smoothing his hair back.
“You’re such a fuckin’ nuisance,” he insults.
You smile and sit up to meet his face, cupping it in your hands to guide him into a kiss. He scoffs before ultimately leaning down to comply.
“Im your nuisance,” you mewl, giggling against his lips.
“Sadly.”
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luv4fushi · 11 months
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more gojo smau!!! please!!!!
ask and you shall receive ~~
text messages with your bf gojo
jjk gojo satoru x gn!reader
content: gn!reader (except for the last one, where i mention a dress if you are uncomfy w that!!), you and gojo are extremely domestic… lol, you guys are basically the jjk cast’s parents
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emergency!! pls don’t be mad at him!
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your children (that aren’t really your children)
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surprise! (not really)
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nkogneatho · 1 year
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𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 who likes to fuck you from behind. He loves the way your ass slaps against his pelvis. His dick ramming hard against your walls. But you know what else he loves? It's the way you're drooling as he takes a glance in the mirror. You were on your fours when you guys started but now after almost half an hour in this position, your elbows gave up and laid flat. Your knees are going limp but Toji is determined to make you come atleast four times.
"T-toji...can't cum anymore," you cried.
"Oh c'mon, sweetheart. Since when did you start giving up so early—fuck!" He hissed when your walls started clenching.
"Fuck, y/n. Telling me you can't cum yet here your holes are devouring my dick."
Toji's dick was too big. You did not have the energy to spread out anymore.
"Can't help it—Holy fuck I am close," you cried and that was enough for Toji to fuck you into your fourth orgasm.
All the energy came rushing down and you walls spasm against his cock. Your eyelids felt heavy.
"How about we skip work today?" Toji pitied you.
You looked up at him, tired and angry. "Why? Did you expected go with almost broken knees?"
"I mean...I can carry you if it hurts that much—"
"NO. My boss already hates you after you slapped him the other day," you argued.
He rolled his eyes. "Well then he shouldn't have been staring at your ass like that."
"Valid. But still. Fuck you."
"Oh I thought you were tired. But I can go all day if ya want—" and a pillow landed on his face.
God, this man.
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suguruplsr · 28 days
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Hey!!!! Can you do the 06 crew (geto, gojo, shoko and nanami) with inexperienced reader? Like reader who hasn’t been in a relationship before. It can be sfw or nsfw up to you! Thank you!!!
them w/ inexperienced reader <3
note: sry i’m finishing this so late :(
,, characters said above x gn! reader , fluff
divider @/enchanthings
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Geto Suguru - Affection. This man was bewildered when you asked if holding hands was “normal” for couples. Especially in the beginning when you recoiled from hugs or kisses because you weren't sure it was okay. He had to sit you down and thoroughly talk about how it is normal for couples to engage in more intimate affection compared to that of friends, unless you’re simply uncomfortable with whatever is offered. Which you weren’t, just more so.. oblivious. Now, he reminds you it’s okay to cling onto his arm whenever he holds it out for you, that it’s okay for you to place those sweet kisses on his cheeks whenever he leans down, that it's okay for your hands to touch places that friends don’t. All in due time my love.
Gojo Satoru - Dates. You’re telling me you’ve NEVER been on a date before? Satoru dragged— no, teleported you with a swiftness after that conversation. Want new bracelets? Explore the city? A mall? Food? He’ll take you wherever. And don’t you dare tell him that it’s just a regular-degular hang out. God no. The love between you two will be as bright and apparent as his eyes. Everyone will know the hand intertwined with his belongs to his one and only love. But it’s not just about those normal boring people knowing they’ll never have you. It’s about making you happy and enjoying your time with him. To which, you responded to those words with a deep kiss that may have made the boy short circuit. A blush rushing upon his face from your claim that going anywhere with him would make your day. Because it’s him you’d be with.
Ieiri Shoko - Quality Time. You just don’t know how much she loves being in your presence. Considering she’s usually swamped with studying or tests she can’t cheat her way out of, and taking care of those stupid idiots, she’d love to go find the person she’s been thinking of all day. Only to be told that you want her to rest and that she doesn't have to coddle and be around you to make you feel better about being alone for most of your time. She had to fight the urge to grab the cigarette pack in her pocket and tell you about how much she misses you every second she’s not around. And of course, that led to mandatory cuddle sessions everytime you both would have reprieve from your sorcerer duties. And that was only hours. So you’d better enjoy what you get.
Nanami Kento - Gift Giving. Kento was quite confused when you interrogated him for giving you a simple gift. A gold bracelet. The root for your deep searching of the reason as to why he spent money on you. Do you truly believe it wasn’t out of love? He tried a different approach, learning how to knit a small plush cat after many days of pain and struggle. But, even then, you had your suspicions. Yet, after seeing his bandaged hands and flustered state. You shook your head, holding the plush closer to you and kissing your boyfriend with a smile. After it occurred to you that your boyfriend does make his efforts, you find yourself adoring him even more, a smile never leaving you once.
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shxyo-sho · 7 months
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when you fall asleep on their shoulder ♡
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pairings: itadori, nanami, junpei, nobara x gn!reader
warnings: none!
genre: fluff
a/n: this is literally like a year late i’m saurrrr sorry 😭🙏🏼 but i finally found the motivation to finish this stupidly cute request and i hope you love it and that it was worth the wait :)) thank you for requesting and for getting me over my writers block, enjoyyy @neinpls <3 (ps ur so nice i’m in luv w u)
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Itadori Yuji
-> The wave of tiredness that hits after missions was no joke, especially considering how late it was. Itadori sat directly beside you on the ride back to school after a successful exorcism. It was dark and quiet, only the sounds of raindrops hitting the metal of the car could be heard. They sounded like a song almost, lulling you to sleep. Itadori’s too busy fighting his own exhaustion to notice yours, at least until he feels a soft weight on his shoulder. You were out cold and he couldn’t help but smile. Gently, he lifts your head and places it on his lap instead, wanting to save you from any later neck pain. You’re cute like this, he thinks. With your mouth hanging open, clothes slightly ruffled but you’re completely and utterly relaxed. He brings one hand up to sift through your hair, soft yet very messy, while the other interlocks with your fingers. Lingering thoughts of love fill his mind before he himself falls asleep. He hopes you’re dreaming of him, the same way he is of you.
Nanami Kento
-> Nanami quietly reads the last line of the chapter from his book, softly closing it and setting it on the nightstand beside him. Upon looking down, he is met with your sleeping face, lips slightly parted and chest rising and falling with every breath taken. You regain consciousness for a moment, telling your husband, through slurred words, to continue reading the book. He can only chuckle and watch as you fall back into a deep slumber, head resting on his chest. A whispered declaration of his love slips past his lips and it feels like second nature to him. He leaves a delicate kiss to your temple, then another and another. Wrapping you in his arms, Nanami hopes to feel this tranquility forever.
Junpei Yoshino
-> Junpei leans forward in his seat, eyes not once leaving the screen. It’s movie night for the both of you and an old horror movie plays on his living room tv. He slightly jumps when he feels a sudden weight on his shoulder, pausing the movie to glance at you. A dorky smile adorned his face as he watched you fight the urge to fall asleep. Your eyes barely opening only to fall shut again. “Babe the movie just started and you’re already falling asleep,” he say’s partially laughing at you. Your eyes snap open, for only a moment, as you urge your boyfriend to press play again, promising to watch from now on. He obliges but watches as you fall back into sleep, keeping your promise for all of 3 seconds. He moves to lay down and pulls your body on top of his, getting lost in the warmth of your embrace.
Nobara Kugisaki
-> Nobara softly sets the bags of newly bought clothes down, right beside her legs. The train is packed with passengers and she can’t help but glare. There were so many people, so many loud and sweaty people. Too busy frowning at everyone in eyesight, she fails to notice your dazed state. Only when she feels your head fall onto her shoulder does she look over to you. “I guess all that shopping tired you out huh” she mumbles, beginning to maneuver your head onto her lap. She smiles down at you, soaking in the peaceful moment. She always believed that gentleness was not one of her strong suits but as she held your face, tender eyes scanning each and every detail, she may have proven herself wrong.
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