#jjk x gn reader

[stvenzz]

he smells like the sun.

that was your first thought about megumi fushiguro. it was surprising, considering his dark-colored clothes. you’d have thought he’d stink like a virgin nerd, but he smells like a warm sunny day. sitting next to him has made you realize how much you miss the days when you’d just drive off to the beach and sit there.

cramped in a small aula, you found yourself sitting closer to him than you’d thought. megumi doesn’t seem to care though, as your elbow keeps knocking against his. “-and of course, i’d like to remind you all that the campus winter ball is coming soon!” the dean says into the mic, and a flurry of groans follow. “it will be held in this very aula, with festive, non-alcoholic drinks! it will be a chance for you to bond with your classmates and get to know the faculty!”

“bond, like he boned one of the students last year.” you mutter to yourself.

that catches his attention. you smell like cinnamon. yes, yeah. like cinnamon rolls. megumi thinks, as he glances at you. he tries to think of why he hasn’t seen you around before - how he doesn’t recognize the cinnamon from your hair. you smile at your own joke, and he can’t help but smile a little too. not that it was funny, but because he thought you were funny. and alluring. and cinnamon scented.

“that’s it for today. i am hoping to see you all next week, alright?” the dean announces, but half of the crowd has already left to attend their morning classes. you start to pack up and leave, megumi does too. you think it’s the last you’ll ever smell sunshine indoors. he’s thinking of the cinnamon buns in the canteen.

the next time you see sunshine - yes, that’s the nickname you’ve come up for him - is during a dorm check. you see, you’ve been staying at a dormitory for a year with someone studying physics. nerds like that don’t usually stay too long in dormitories - they get too homesick and have to go back to their mamas or end up renting some other place less noisy or dirty. you’re kind of jealous, actually. the dorms are most of the time filthy with the smell of weed or tears.

“excuse me,” you hear a male voice chirp outside your room. “[y/n]?” groaning, you get up and fix your shirt. it’s supposed to be my off day. what the fuck is the nerd doing here- oh. there he was. in a pale blue button down and puffer jacket, stood megumi fushiguro - sunshine. “oh. it’s… hi.” he mutters, a light pink shade blushing his cheeks.

unbeknownst to you, megumi had been searching for traces of your cinnamon shampoo all over campus. “hey, do you… smell that cinnamon shit?” megumi would ask his friends, to where they’d laugh and shake their hands.

“you shouldn’t be smoking here.” he says, with a surprisingly confident manner.

you immediately become conscious of the small cigarette in between your index and middle finger, and you raise your eyebrows. “who are you?” you ask, pretending not to enjoy the warmth of his scent. “the new resident assistant.” he says, pointing to his clipboard. his eyes are deadpan, but inside, his heart is beating a mile a minute - he finally knows! you were his mystery cinnamon smell, as creepy as that sounds. “i meant your name, dingus.” you roll your eyes, taking a long drag of the cigarette. at that, his eyes seem to falter in surprise, but he shrugs. “shouldn’t matter. you know i could get you kicked out, right? just for smoking.”

the threat gets you thinking - why were you trying so hard to resist this nerd? “i’m almost finished. be patient, will you?” you smile sweetly, and it’s hard for him not to smile back. there’s an unspoken tension between you two, and it’s not the bad kind. in fact, you feel like you could almost read his emotions and his deadpan face. megumi’s eyes scan around your room, looking for anything he could report.

“well,” megumi scribbles down something on his clipboard. “it’s nice to meet you, [y/n].”

your heart starts beating funny — he didn’t report you for smoking. usually, you’d be more careful when smoking in the dorms, but this time, with your roommate gone and the absence of classes, you decided to just do it once, in your room. oddly enough, that’s the exact time the newly-appointed resident assistant, megumi fushiguro, arrived at your room, looking to check on the conditions of your place.

“you too.”

you put out your cigarette and settle with the fact that you may just never know sunshine’s name.

★☆ a/n: little blurb i wrote when i wuz in love with megumi.

[huboi]

﹒⪩🕹️⪨﹐I WANNA RIDE﹐♡

╰┈➤ summary; how they react when you ride them

╰┈➤ includes; gn! afab reader, switch! reader, switch! characters, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, spanking, choking, hair pulling, p in v — jjk (gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro), aot — (eren jeager, armin arlert, jean krischtien, connie springer, reiner braun, porco galliard, levi ackerman, erwin smith), genshin impact — (kaeya alberich, diluc ragnivnder, zhongli, xiao, thoma, cyno, tighnari)

╰┈➤ a/n; minors dni! this is 18+ content

THE WHIMPERERS

when you ride him, 9/10 you have to take charge despite him starting off as the dom, as he just becomes too pussy drunk to really think of anything other than your pussy squeezing his cock. you have to shut him up a lot too, as he’s too damn loud, you usually do this via making out with him, your hands against his shoulders to help move yourself up and down.

(jjk) — gojo satoru, CHOSO KAMO (aot) — armin arlert, REINER BRAUN (genshin) — XIAO, THOMA

THE GROANERS

when you ride him, he’ll let you think you’re in charge for the first few minutes, but as soon as he wants to go harder and faster, this man will grab your hips and just pound into you from behind, watching as your ass jiggles against his thighs.

this man will be groaning through the entire thing too, right into your ear to be an ass about it, as he knows that just gets you even more riled up than before, he will spank your ass in this position too, so once you’re finished you won’t be able to sit for a good week or two

(jjk) — KENTO NANAMI, sukuna ryomen, TOJI FUSHIGURO (aot) — jean krischtien, connie springer, ERWIN SMITH (genshin) — ZHONGLI

THE MOANERS

this man fucking moans, low key moans more than you do in this position. wanna be a menace and make him moan more? pull his hair, pull his fucking hair, he can take it like the slut he is

if you spit in his mouth, that just gets him even more riled up, yes this motherfucker is kinky as shit. likes the feeling of your chest pressed against his, also enjoys the intimacy of seeing your facial expressions whilst you use him like a dildo

and that’s why you love him so much <3

(jjk) — geto suguru (aot) — EREN JEAGER, levi ackerman (genshin) — KAEYA ALBERICH, diluc ragnivnder, cyno, TIGHNARI

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[suggiesug]

"choke me?"

gn reader x jjk men: asking him to choke you characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso content: EXPLICIT NSFW (MDNI), choking, dirty talk, roughness, possessiveness, aftercare, praise, body worship, overstimulation

SATORU GOJO

Satoru likes to treat it like some kind of challenge - for both of you. He likes to see how long you can hold your breath, or see how long you can go before the lack of blood to your brain almost makes you pass out. He likes seeing how red your face gets, and he's so snarky and mean with his little comments. He calls you his little cherry tomato once, and you threaten to call the whole thing off if he doesn't stop killing the vibe.

It's a challenge for him, too, because he's always struggled with self-restraint when it comes to you. When you get all red, and out of breath, and teary-eyed, and drooling, it's difficult for him to not just let go and fuck you into the mattress with his hands permanently cuffed around your neck. He doesn't always stop himself from giving into that desire, though, and it leaves you sore but satisfied on the bed's covers. For how much of an asshole he was during, Satoru's fairly sweet afterwards. Your neck is sore, maybe a little bruised, and while he enjoys the look, he doesn't like the idea that he struggles to hold his strength back so much. At the end of the day, he's the strongest: it'd be easy for him to kill you doing this. So he treats you gently afterwards, massages your neck and loosely wraps a warm, damp towel around it. He cheers you up with annoying quips and jokes, and you fall asleep with his long arms wrapped around you, chest-to-back.

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SUGURU GETO

It's a surprise to him: he's no prude (far from it), but he's still a little shocked when you ask it of him. Surprise aside, he doesn't hesitate to not only indulge, but enjoy.

Your pulse is his favourite thing about it. Maybe it's partly for sappy reasons, partly for power reasons, but he enjoys being able to feel your pulse beneath his fingers. Enjoys letting you breathe so that you can make pretty little noises for him, and his grip isn't all too tight. It won't bruise. Just a red mark. That's more than enough for him. He prefers his bruises to be in the shape of teeth, anyway.

Suguru's a tease, though. The redness of your face is just as much from his words as it is from the restriction of blood to your head, and he barely touches you besides the grip on your neck. His words are enough to rile you up, make you squirm beneath him, and that sly smirk on his face lets you know that your reactions make him more than happy. You're so dirty, asking me for this. Do you want me to fuck you while I do it? I bet you'd be so tight around me. I can see how much you're dripping. So desperate.

Suguru touches you more, eventually, but he doesn't fuck you. He's too much of a tease. But he gets you off, one hand on your neck, the other hard at work pleasuring you, and the yell you release sounds broken up when you finally tip over the each. Suguru thinks it's one of his most favourite sounds you've made.

Of course, he's sweet in the aftermath. Attentive and knowledgeable on the aftercare of such a thing. A warm, damp towel, a cup of tea, and plenty of kisses pressed to most parts of your body. He plays with your hair in bed, your head resting against his broad chest, and he enjoys watching you fall asleep with a peaceful and content expression.

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KENTO NANAMI

Kento is hesitant. Not due to a lack of interest, but because he's never done it before. The last thing he wants is to seriously hurt you, and he makes sure the two of you have a nice talk beforehand about letting each other know when it becomes too much. A visual safe "word" is established, and then Kento feels more than comfortable to proceed.

He has strong hands. It'd be easy to hurt you, if he tried, but Kento is as gentle as can be. Especially at first. It's intimate: his hands are everywhere but your neck at first, and it's like he's introducing you to them before he wraps his fingers around your throat and administers a light squeeze.

Even for a well-composed man, Kento's visibly affected by the state of you. The shaky, almost-wheezing breath you let out when he holds onto your neck for the first time, and his hand finds a comfortable, safe grip easily enough. He'd done his research beforehand. He wants you both to enjoy this, and he talks you through it with such kind, sweet words that it makes your head spin.

"You're doing so good, baby. I love the way you feel in my hands. I love making you feel good like this. Do you want to come with me?"

Through and through, Kento is attentive, and your mind spins as he gently fucks you toward a slow, satisfying climax. His hands rarely, if ever, leave your neck. He gives you plenty of breaks, but his hands still linger during them. The pads of his calloused fingers caress your skin, sometimes tracing the shape of your jaw, and his lips can never stay very far away from yours. When you come, it's with his dick buried deep inside you, and his lips against yours to swallow your moans.

He makes you tea, and asks you if you're alright. Gently, he massages your neck. There's barely even a red mark to be seen, but he knows you don't mind the lack of roughness. Maybe, in the future, he'll be more comfortable with it. Right now, he prefers to treat you like fragile porcelain until you build up to more. You fall asleep with your head in his lap, and he reads a few pages of the book he's currently working through as you drift away.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO

It's nothing Toji hasn't done before. If anything, it's tame, and he makes fun of you a little for asking him like that. As if you need to ask me.

Toji is rough, and he fucks you like he's claiming you while his hands grip your neck. It seems wild, but it isn't: he knows when to loosen his grip and let you breathe, and he's paying attention to when it looks like you might be getting close to passing out. There's bruising, clear as day, far before the end of your little session, and you have a feeling your neck won't be the only thing bruised by the end of this with how hard his hips drive against yours. The room fills with the sound of grunts, and choked moans, and skin harshly hitting skin. When Toji speaks, it's low against your ear: You like that, don't you? You wanna get treated rough? Like the slut you are? Want me to break you?

When the two of you come, Toji makes sure his grip on your neck is the tightest it's been. Not a single noise comes out of you, and if you weren't currently barrelling through one of the roughest orgasms of your life, you'd worry he might've fucking broken something. But everything winds down, the two of you panting and drenched in sweat, and while you certainly feel sore, nothing's broken. Thankfully.

The aftercare is a little lazy, if only because Toji gets tired after sex. He can go as many rounds as you want, but if you're done? He's passing out. So while he does give your neck a small rub and gives you a limp pat on the shoulder, he's just as quickly flopping down next to you on the bed and sleeping within the minute.

Oh well. At least it was fun. He'll make you a cup of tea come morning, when he wakes up before you and makes breakfast.

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CHOSO

He doesn't get it. In all honesty, sex is pretty simple for him. You feel good together, get off, and then cuddle for a while. For him, it doesn't need to be any more complicated than that. But you suggest it and, while he doesn't really get it, he's willing to try anything. Though, he does look it up a little first. So he doesn't do it wrong.

Choso is infatuated once he does it, though. He's so painfully aware of your pulse, of the way your blood struggles to travel to your brain, and it makes him hard as a fucking rock. More than that, he looks at your face, and you're loving it. He almost looks nervous as he stares down at you, but you know what that expression means: it just means he's struggling to hold back. That he's probably feeling just as good as you right now, and he's not even being touched.

Of course, he eventually fucks you while he chokes you. How couldn't he? The way you twitch and tighten around him is so unique from the way you do so when you usually have sex, and he's so clearly revelling in this new experience. He's losing himself to it, and you can feel the movements of his hips grow sloppy the further along you two get. Embarrassingly enough, he realises too late that he hasn't kissed you this whole time, and he makes sure to lock lips with you right before his hips stutter and press flush against yours when he comes. He swallows your moan just as you swallow his, and from where your hands have founds their place on his chest, you feel him tremble and fall apart on top of you.

Aftercare is late, tonight. Usually, you don't need much of it. This is the first time you've tried anything on the kinky side of things. Choso's always so overwhelmed when you fuck: he gets too into it, too worked up, and he ends up with his face hidden in the crook of your neck while you play with his hair. When he pulls himself together, though, he takes note of the redness on your neck. I'm sorry. You laugh, and tell him that's normal. Don't worry about it. He takes your word for it. Gets you some tea when you tell him your throat is sore, and he holds you gently to his chest that night, making fall to fall asleep after you.

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

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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[unqrowned]

BOYFRIEND! CHOSO. — GENERAL HEADCANONS

❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀featuring   :    choso with a gender-neutral reader

❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀synopsis   :   how choso is like as your boyfriend !

❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀notes   :   no gendered terms used . fluff . "love" as a nickname .

He always has a hand on you somewhere, especially when you’re out in public together. There’s this need to constantly be touching you in some manner, so you can expect for his hand to be resting on the middle of your back or shoulder whenever he’s lingering by your side. A silent reminder that he’s right there, a promise that he won’t leave your side. 

Because of his height and demeanor, he ends up being your scary dog privilege. He comes off as intimidating as he lingers right by you with his typical expression while you simply don’t see what others see and look at him with such adoration in your eyes.

Immediately after your first kiss, he was leaning in for another one. The touch of your lips pressed against his is a feeling that he quickly grew addicted to and wanted more of.

Ever since then, you can expect for him to press short, quick kisses right after you two finish a kiss. He can’t help it, and you have no complaints in giving him more affection.

“One more,” Choso murmurs against your lips, barely allowing for there to be space between your lips. You barely have the time to let out a tiny laugh and repeat his words when his lips are already locked onto yours. Anytime you two part from a kiss and you begin to lean back, his lips follow after immediately. “What happened to just one more?” You ask him, grinning at the way he seems to be holding back a whine over this pause in kisses. “I’m sorry, love,” His hands cup your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks gently, as he presses kiss after kiss against your lips, “I just really enjoy kissing you.”

To him, it doesn’t matter what you two end up doing as long as he’s by your side. If you want to watch or play something that he isn’t familiar with then he will be there to keep you company. Maybe he’s watching you a bit more than what it is you’re watching/playing, but that’s only because he adores seeing how happy you get from what you’re doing.

If you want to share any facts or infodump about your interests then he’ll listen attentively to you. Not only that, but he'll go out of his way to do additional research on your interests with the help of Itadori depending on if it’s a particular franchise or series that you’ve told him about.

Speaking of Itadori, he ends up coming around to hang out with you two. Especially on movie nights. You both don’t mind considering you enjoy his presence and Choso loves spending time with his younger brother. It’s these moments where you’re getting along with Itadori or it gets late that both you and Itadori are becoming drowsy that squeezes his heart. The thought of being surrounded by two of the most important people in his life makes him incredibly happy. 

If you asked to style his hair then he’ll gladly let you do so. It doesn’t matter if you make them uneven because he will keep it like that for the rest of the day. Good luck in trying to convince him to let you redo them. 

“Let me fix it.” Before your hand can touch the uneven pigtails, his hand reaches out to intertwine your fingers and gently push them away from his hair. “No, it’s fine. I like the way you did it.” Choso tells you, squeezing your hand as if to reassure you of his opinion. “But they’re uneven! I can do better—” Your defense is cut short by a quick press of his lips onto yours. When he pulls back, his free hand holds the side of your face to guide your gaze up to his. “I told you it’s fine, love.” 

On top of that, he’ll let you simply play around with his hair. If you want to try styling his hair some other way, use red hairties to make him resemble a cartoon ninja that you claim looks just like him, or if you simply want to run your fingers through his hair, he’s fine with either one. He just loves the feeling of you messing with his hair. 

Leave it to him to learn how to cook your favorite dishes. At first, he’ll protest against you coming to help him since he wants to pamper and spoil you. But you still manage to weasel your way to help him out with cooking. He attempts to give you less of the work though as he doesn’t want to burden you with it. Your most important job is to taste the food, in which he’ll hold up a spoon of whatever it is you’re both cooking and wait for your thoughts. It takes a lot of convincing for him to let you take more part of the cooking, but he will relent eventually.

You both start to incorporate cooking as a nice thing to do together. If you saw a dish or dessert online that you felt the urge to make it yourself, the moment you tell him about it, he’s already making a list of what ingredients you both will need. It doesn’t matter what time of day this happens, he’ll do anything to help you recreate it even if it’s late at night after seeing you look so excited and determined. 

If there’s any extras of anything you two happen to make, you always suggest packing it up to give to Itadori for him to share with his friends and it makes Choso so happy to see you think about his little brother. 

Forgive him for being a bit clingy. After 150 years and barely experiencing these feelings of romance for the first time in his life, he’s not sure how to handle them properly. He vows to be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had and can’t imagine anyone else being his partner. Out of nowhere, he tends to wrap his arms around you from behind and simply remain like that. It’s as if there’s a gravitational pull that leads him to you and he can’t ever seem to want to part ways from you for too long.

[suguos]

Lovesick! Suguru who is so incredibly smitten with you, it’s painful. Every move you make, he feels almost pathetic for how head over heels he is for you. Everyone knows about the little crush he has on you—everyone… except for you. You’re so oblivious to it, it’s actually adorable. You have no clue how nervous he gets when he sees you walk up to him, you have no idea how shy he gets when the topic shifts to something about you. It’s surprising, honestly, how you don’t notice the way he looks at you; how awestruck and lovesick he is with you. Suguru watches you with eyes filled with adoration and raw love, and it’s so genuine that it almost worries him. He’s so confused on what to do with his feelings, he goes to Shoko and Satoru for help. Of course, they tease him about this little crush on you. But honestly? He doesn’t mind. Because he is absolutely down bad for you, and he is insanely lovestruck. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

© suguos 2023 Do not copy, translate, steal, or remake in any way.

[sincerelyyuu]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jjk masterlist

🌸 = sfw, 🌹 = [n]sfw, 🥀 = dark content, 💞 = fluff, 💔 = angst

♡ gojo satoru

"in the end, it's still you" [p1][p2][p3] 🌸💔 - written series (fem!sorcerer!reader)

╰┈➤ all you need is your two best friends gojo and geto. what you don't realize is that all they need is you.

♡ geto suguru

"in the end, it's still you" [p1][p2][p3] 🌸💔 - written series (fem!sorcerer!reader)

╰┈➤ all you need is your two best friends gojo and geto. what you don't realize is that all they need is you.

♡ nanami kento

dating nanami kento 🌸💞 - moodboard (fem!partner)

♡ fushiguro megumi

dating fushiguro megumi 🌸💞 - moodboard (fem!partner)

♡ itadori yuji

dating itadori yuji 🌸💞 - moodboard (fem!partner)

♡ okkotsu yuta

being in a long distance relationship with okkotsu yuta 🌸💞 - moodboard (fem!partner)

♡ kamo choso

♡ inumaki toge

♡ fushiguro toji

♡ ryomen sukuna

[twentytwentywhore]

JJK x Reader: Gym date

Gym dates!

Characters: Satoru Gojo. Suguru Geto. Kento Nanami

Tags: gn reader

Warnings: Mentions of creeps staring

Satoru Gojo

It was not intentional, making you a gymrat, that was. He was very much in to fitness when you first got together. His favorite thing was sending you post workout photos because your reactions always fueled his ego.

He always, always took time to try and partake in your interests. It felt fair that you tried to take part in his. When you asked if you could go to the gym with him one day, he was eager to accept!

Unfortunately, the man that he is did not take the fact that you were not an active person into account. After warmup stretches he immediately just carried on with his standard routine. Satoru is insane. He starts his routine off with burpies. You don't give up, of course. But you cannot keep pace.

Satoru is so eager to show you how various machines work though. It's definitely an excuse to be close to you. It also served as an excuse to stare down any man, woman, or otherwise who stared at you.

Despite it being a gym date, for once he isn't so insanely clingy as he tends to be. He's encouraging and excited and is sure you don't hurt yourself.

Though, just because his own safety is also important, he does ask someone in his same weight class to act as his own checker when you get to weights. Unfortunately, as a man always on the grind, he is not dropping any weights on his bench press just to make you feel better.

It is also definitely because he wants to show off how strong he is. He is pushing his limit because of course he is.

What he didn't expect is how much fun you had, even if when you got home you were sweaty and miserable and simply wanted to exist in a hot bath until your skin melted.

You were ready to go again two days later. Satoru was sure it was a phase. Not that he didn't enjoy the gym date, of course! He was always happy to have you with him. Though he might need to sacrifice showing off for his own personal safety.

While the two of you warm up, he asks if there's anything you want to focus on if you're going to be accompanying him to the gym. You smile and joke about wanting to out-lift him. He takes it completely seriously.

Next thing you know he has a routine for upper body strength completely planned out for you. With a little bit of core strength to even out the workload and to avoid injuring your back.

When you accompanying him to the gym becomes a normal thing, it doesn't take long for you each to go off on your own to focus what works for you. Though Satoru makes it a point to always be at your side, changing his routine around so that he's always close enough to help if need be.

Satoru knew he was making a monster when you started to send him post workout photos.

Suguru Geto

Suguru was shocked when you said you wanted to go to the gym with him one day. He thought it was some weird ploy to see if there were people hitting on him while he worked out. Then he thought it was just to admire him. It took him a few tries to figure out that you did, in-fact want to also work out with him.

He was instantly on board with the idea. He also had no issue simplifying his routine to accommodate the fact that you were new to this, he wasn't about to leave you in the dust.

You had honestly expected him to get possessive about you. So many people around who could stare at you in potentially somewhat compromising positions. He didn't though. "I'm with you after all, you're far less likely to get hit on if you're with a gym partner."

What you miss is the downright threatening stares he gives anyone that he feels is even slightly pushing their limits. You don't miss the fact that he's quick to make a formal complaint to the gym itself when you mention someone was giving you the creeps.

It seems he's actually a pretty popular guy in the gym. Not in the way you were expecting though, a handsome man like him. He's polite to others and eager to help. When he spots someone at the bench press on their own he makes sure to keep an eye on them just in case. When their elbow gives out and they dump the bar to the side to avoid crushing their throat, Suguru is immediately there to help.

He takes his fitness and more importantly, his safety in fitness, so seriously. In turn he does the same for everyone else.

Suguru is still pretty handsy with you though. When he corrects your posture, he doesn't just demonstrate but uses his hands to guide your body.

He's quiet during sets, but afterwards is so kind, insisting you did amazing. He doesn't want to distract you after all. Consistently he checks in and makes sure you're okay. You are, and you know you could tell him if something was wrong. He makes you feel so safe in an environment that could otherwise be so judgemental.

When you're done and home he's quick to run a hot shower. He doesn't mind waiting for you to finish first before taking his own though.

Even if you don't end up going with him regularly, his gym buddies never hear the end of how much fun he had working out with you. He'd just never force you to do something you don't want to.

Luckily, at least once a week, you two make it appoint to have a gym date. For your relationship, and your personal health!

Kento Nanami

He had never even thought about gym dates. It was something he did for himself first and foremost. At the gym Kento was able to just shut his brain off after a long day for some very much needed him-time.

So it was definitely weird to have someone come with him. Especially because he suddenly became very aware of his own personal bad habits. Not that he was inconsiderate to anyone else. Just that his safety never quite came to mind.

It was so second nature to him that he stopped a moment when you asked if he was going to stretch before working out. No, he was not. Not until you said something.

There was just something about going to the gym after a long day at a job he hated. Especially because he was able to tune out the stares he got when he did squats or dead lifts. Maybe it was better you were here.

Nope. That was a lie. Suddenly it feels like every single person in this gym is staring directly at your ass when you squat down. He's such a reserved man, never been insecure about his relationship. Except for now.

Not that he didn't want to share something he enjoyed with you. It just wasn't that he enjoyed working out in the way people tended to enjoy hobbies.

Eventually he manages to calm his nerves. You two find a corner to ease his weird paranoia that people are staring.

You are actually dumbfounded when he mentions that he doesn't listen to music when he works out. Just the ambiance of a gym. You offer him an earbud and the two listen to some pre-made work out playlist.

The mood lightens as both of you rag on the music taste of whoever made the playlist while you both hold planks. Even when you give out because of your inexperience, you lay on your stomach across from him. The two of you joking around quietly in your own little corner of the world.

You eventually simply hang out and watch him go through his routine. Not wanting to accidentally fuel whatever weird insecurity fell over him.

There's a plus side to it though. While usually it is something he does because it's routine, he finds there's something fun about having you at his side. Exercise becomes a little more fun when he has someone there with him.

His life often tended to be so dull when he committed himself to being a man of routine. While maybe, at first, there was something that irked him, he actually greatly enjoyed the date.

When you get home he has a rare moment of vulnerability after he's showered. "Were you eying anyone else while we were there?"

You just smiled and laughed at something so ridiculous. "How could I? The best man in the entire world was in front of me the whole time?"

[luvingrye]

amor eterno | suguru geto x gn reader | angst, mentions of blood and death | based off of amor eterno, rocío dúrcal (duh) | sfw | manga spoilers(?) | not proofread |

watching suguru, your love, fade away was one of the most painful things to experience. you’d do you best to silence your cries because of how much you loved, and adored that godforsaken man.

after the mission with the sweet middle school girl, riko, everything changed about him. it went from eating less, smiling less, laughing less. loving you less (is what you thought).

satoru, your classmate and suguru’s one and only, accompanied you with this pain of watching suguru dissipate from both of your grasps. you two had gotten closer when he left; killed that poor village and turned his back on the jujutsu society.

it wasn’t until many years you saw him again. it struck so many memories of your teenage years; oh, how naïve you were.

to believe that he’d recover, and come back to you and act as if nothing had ever happened.

when he attacked the school, you being a second year teacher and a semi-first grade sorcerer, and satoru being a first year teacher and of course, a special grade sorcerer.

“suguru?” you’d sputter out, in disbelief.

he was so different, yet still the same suguru you knew in so many ways. unless, he wasn’t different at all, and he’d always been this way.

the way he repeated your name back to you, in the same voice and tone he did all those years ago. your stomach twisted and turned; you felt nauseous.

it was all a blur after that. you’d only come to your senses once the battle was over, and suguru had his arm torn off, beaten and bloodied in an alleyway.

you stood in front of satoru who, had once again, accompanied you through the pain. satoru had spoken his last words to him, and you watched suguru laugh with a blush on his cheeks.

“at least curse me a little in the end.”

your eyes watered. “aahh.. suguru. that’s my job” you wiped the tears away with the sleeve of your uniform before looking him dead in the eye.

“i.. hate you but love you so much. i hope you know that.” you finished your sentence.

he laughed once again, except with not so much power left in him. “me too. well, without the hate part, anyway.” suguru had a melancholy smile on his face as his eyes fluttered close.

how i wish you lived, and how your eyes never closed.

your eternal and unforgettable love for me, and mine, for you.

sooner or later, i’ll be with you, suguru geto, my eternal lover.

first post in forever hi :33 jjk s2 sparked something in me

[aveegrex]

TOJI FUSHIGURO THE GIGOLO

local dilf accepting all sorts of payment, line up to get your back blown this is part 1, part 2 and part 3 are in progress

genre: smut word count: 2,6k pairing: Toji x gn!reader (afab anatomy described, no gendered pronouns or adresses used) cw: sex work, tinder, sex toys, sex worker! Toji, netflix & chill, Taika Waititi is mentioned, kissing, choking (kinda), fingering (afab!receiving), oral (afab!receiving), pussy slapping, vaginal sex (mentioned), squirting (mentioned), overstimulation (mentioned), teasing, dommish Toji, male submission (mentioned), erotica magazines, mentions of evil superpowers (a well-known bank), alcohol consumption (teeny tiny and hinted)

author's note: this is inspired by a small talk I made with @diaphanoso the other day in their comment section. Emmy (I hope it's okay to address you like that, not sure since we're not exactly that familiar yet), you can think of it as a sort of adoration manifestation. Please check out their blog, it's awesome.

Also, I initially wanted to make a oneshot, but it got so big that now I'm thinking a two-parter? a three-parter? This theme is a horn (hehe) of plenty, so I'll put up a part two to that in no time. Enjoy!!

Are you ready to get your expectations a little subverted? 

Not too much though. You would expect him to be a freelance whatever. Anything at this point, a hot single father trying to make ends meet. If that means being paid for his dick magic (sadly, the only type of magic where he surpassed all of his family), then so be it. 

But would you expect him to be so thoughtful about it? So planned out? So rigorous? 

Oh, absolutely not. 

No, imagining Toji Fushiguro the gigolo probably leads you to picturing him improvising the hell out of the process, going with the flow. You would expect something exprompted and made up on the way. 

Not a fucking subscription service. Not some goddamn mood packages. 

Just reading through descriptions on his little makeshift website was enough to have you rubbing your thighs together, looking around shyly since you were careless enough to click the link during your lunch break. “Daddy dom night” and a picture of his sweatpants-clad crotch in the background, two lubed up fingers curved in all too familiar motion in focus. “Netflix and chill” and it’s him in his white semi-transparent boxers on the couch, soda can in his left hand just so happening to be placed right for you to assess how big of a chill awaits. 

This fucker even had a “Subby hubby” deal, his back arched perfectly to draw attention to the oiled up ass, him wearing nothing but collar and a g-string that revealed a black plug. Of course, this one came with premium pricing.

The options presented were honestly enough to supply the Playgirl for months to come. He could sell those alone and make a bank that would leave Goldman Sachs pulling their scarce hair out. But Toji Fushiguro was a dedicated man, and you could only be grateful. 

You never before felt the need to seek out sex-workers, but a few things coincided. Your career took off, leaving little time for building a meaningful relationship. Your last several tinder dates leading up to frustration and absolute dissatisfaction - so bad that you deleted the damned app and resorted to the local sex shop, several well used items now charging on your bedside table. 

The surface tension was broken when you whined to your friend that sadly no toy could choke you right and shove a skillful tongue down your throat. Said friend - you made sure to change the contact name to “fairy godmother” that night - silently sent you a link that you so carelessly clicked on after getting your lunch break coffee. 

“Fuck it”, you thought. Tinder is unrewarding, toys can only be so good, and your little patience was running dangerously thin. Netflix and chill it is. Let’s see what scenario you’re getting. 

So here you are, sat on your sofa, freshly showered and a little tipsy (just for courage) on the weekend night, scrolling mindlessly through hundreds of movies to decide which one would suit better. 

“Will he wear a condom?”, your mind riling you up with arousal and anxieties. “Of course he will, he’s not from Tinder”, your buzzing excitement responding to ease you into welcoming home the man that inhabited your dreams for the last few days. He was smart to put up those pictures. You couldn’t get a single one out of your mind, the small satisfyer lying abused in your drawer serving as a witness. 

The intercom clings, yanking you out of your thoughts. Movie choice abandoned, you tiptoe to the door, checking yourself out in the mirror one last time. “Hey, it’s your date” - a raspy voice sending shivers down your spine even through the shitty speaker, and you buzz him in. 

“You’re on time” - you gasp after ogling at the man for a solid minute, letting him in hesitantly. He smiles at that, sensing your nervousness and plants a slow chaste kiss to your flushed cheek. “I wouldn’t dare to be late to you”. 

“Lead the way. - he’s towering over you, solid 6 and something feet of muscle and musk, taking up all the space in your tiny entryway. - To the kitchen, actually. I got snacks”

Oh, right. Snacks. It’s netflix and chill, you remember. And a small detail comes to mind, the one that sold that option to you in the first place. “First time friendly”. So far he stays true to the advertisement, taking the lead in this awkward setting. 

You turn to the little kitchenette in the corner of your living room and he snakes his hand around your waist, raspy voice once again bombarding your neck with shivers. “Please, take a breath. - you feel a light squeeze of his huge palm, minty breath breaking through his woody cologne. - I won’t bite unless you tell me to”

“Yeah, sorry. - you breathe out, a nervous giggle tugging on your lips. - I’ve never done it before”

“Nothing to worry about, pretty” - he sets the bag on your narrow counter and fishes out some basic stuff, chips and whatnot. A soda can catches your eye, the same one you’ve ogled at when visiting his website, and he notices your attention, letting out a chuckle. “Thought it’d be a nice touch”

“It is” - you finally look at his face and your thighs clench uncontrollably. He’s otherworldly, his dark hair casting a shadow over his glimmering eyes and lips tugged in a seductive grin churning the arousal in your stomach faster. “What do you wanna watch?”

He glances up, hands stilling mid opening a bag of chips. “Do you like, hmm, - he bites his lip and you notice a thin pale scar at the corner, - you’re feeling horror or comedy?”

“Ooohh, comedy, I think. - you avert your eyes much to his amusement, fisting your oversize shirt. - I can only take so much rollercoasters per night”

“Understandable. - damn, when did he set the whole snack tray up? - How about ‘What we do in the shadows’? The movie, I mean, haven’t started the show yet”

Your eyes blow wide, the unexpected title taking you aback. “I’ve expected more Justin and Mila out of you, to be honest” - he shakes his head at that, raising both hands in mock defeat. 

“Yours truly just had to slip a little horror in, sweetheart. - he sets the tray on the little coffee table and comes back to you, both hands landing a little lower your waist this time. - Besides, it’s a good one!”

“Yeah, it-” - he shushes you with a kiss, pulling you into his chest and you only now realize how relaxed you’ve gotten, nervousness giving way to pleasant excitement building up your body. He’s kissing you slowly, no pressure or vigor just yet, simple introduction, light and undemanding. It’s soft, and his hands move just right to ease you into deepening the kiss, making it wetter, more explicit. He hoists you up, large palms gripping under your thighs, and brings you both to the couch like you weigh nothing, like he would strain more holding a cup of tea. “Ready to start?”, he breaks the kiss to whisper and you see the remote in his hand, but his eyes tell you he’s not only talking about the movie. 

“Ye-yeah. - you’re trying to escape his lap and plop down, only for him to stop you. - It’s not really comfortable for you like that, I’m-”

“It’s perfect. - his lips ghosting over your neck. - A breath, remember? Take it”

Oh, he’s good. Too good, but that’s the problem for future you. Present you just shuffles a little and settles down onto the sweatpant clad lap with a muscly hand wrapped around your middle. He gives your cheek another kiss and you smile, eyes darting to the screen where Taika is already playing with curtains. 

Anxieties give way to comfort, and soon you almost forget he’s here to please you in another sort of way. He’s gentle and sweet, and so so warm, heat radiating off his strong body, making you shuffle closer and closer into his chest. Soft lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his playful comments eliciting little laughs from you, and his hands sit at just the right places - your thighs, your waist, your neck. 

“Feeling good? - he whispers, hand crawling up your leg to tease the hem of your shirt. - You seem cozy”

“Yeah. - you turn your head to him, eyes lingering on his lips before you spare them a prolonged kiss, your fingers finding their way to his hair. - Yeah, it’s all good”

Toji smiles at that, a soft groan rumbling in his chest under your touch, and you lean into him, trying to straddle his lap only for him to stop you. “No, no, sweetheart. - he tsks, lidded eyes studying your flushed face. - Keep on watching. I’ll need you to tell me the plot later”

You whine, turning back to the screen. Is he not going to fuck you? Is this gigolo really the first ever guy to take netflix and chill literally? He, of all people? It’s like he knows you’re pouting, and you feel his lips trailing down your neck, suckling on the soft skin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re getting to the good part, alright?”

You’re about to snap only to barely hold in a moan as his fingers brush against your crotch, no pressure applied, just ghosting over your neglected core. He huffs, and you freeze as it dawns on you what he’s having in mind, a new wave of arousal pooling in you.

“Open up for me, okay? - his hot breath now on the top of your back, soft lips grazing the skin and you shiver, quick to oblige and pull your thighs open. - That’s it, very good”

He’s still painfully slow, thick fingers tapping playfully on your panty-clad pussy, lips dancing over your neck and back. It’s a lot and not enough at the same time, but you can’t help but give in to his ministrations, curious as to what’s coming next. 

Toji shifts a little and you gasp, feeling how quickly he’s getting hard, and how true the promo picture was. He’s grinding into you, hand now diving into your panties, warm fingers gliding over the slicked up folds. Up and down, slowly milking you of more and more juice, and you start following his rhythm in search of more friction. 

“Naughty slut” - he hisses, hand gliding out of your underwear. You’re about to whine again, but it gets stuck in your throat as he slaps your pussy, grabbing it harshly to still you in place. “Maybe I should stop? Let you just get yourself off on your own? Is that what you want?”

“N-no, please, - you’re trying to focus on stilling yourself. - I-, I’ll stay put”

“Good. - another slap, this time a softer one, and he’s diving back in, whistling briefly at how much more slick his little threat has produced. - So wet for me already, wow”

You sniffle, cheeks burning with anticipation, his sweet teasing turning the TV into white noise. His other hand leaves your waist and lands on your throat, making you gasp at how fucking huge it is compared to your neck. Toji’s timing is as precise as it gets, his fingertips now ghosting over your puffy clit, teasing your entrance only to pull back the moment your hips stutter. “Ready for more, hm?”, and you nod, your cunt drooling through his sweatpants. 

“Fuck, that’s it, relax for me, yeah? - you bite your lip as his fingers dive in. - Aat’s right, let me in, good”

The stretch is barely there, but they’re so long, finding your sweet spot immediately, curving just right to have your thighs quiver in seconds. He’s not choking you, only holding you still to fuck his digits so deliciously deep inside, pace switching up from slow and torturing to goddamn relentless over and over again. Squelching sounds now fill up the room, and you feel his hot breath getting faster, ghosting over your back, your body buzzing with pleasure. 

“Wanna taste you so bad, god” - he’s hissing into your ear and you nod, rocking on his hand one last time before he falls to his knees and rips your panties off, diving head first into your dripping cunt. His mouth is everywhere, tongue drawing precise circles on your clit, lips enveloping your labia to bathe it in his drool, adding to the already abundant slick. He’s growling, the vibrations making your toes curl and your lashes flutter with how fast he’s driving you to your release. 

Your fingers find purchase in his hair, twisting his locks uncontrollably when his tongue makes a particularly skillful swirl on your clit, and he’s groaning again, swollen lips suckling yours in his mouth. You’re so wet you almost miss the moment when two of his fingers dive back inside of you, your eyes blowing wide and a moan of surprise falling from your mouth as he hits that spot again with sniper’s precision, your thighs clamping around his head, hips grinding on his face uncontrollably. 

Now you know why he’s got that subscription option. No way you’d ever again be satisfied by any other man’s mouth, oh no. This bastard, this devil, this fucker Toji somehow already knows exactly what pressure to apply, what figures to draw with his tongue, what angle to curve his fingers. He’s lapping at your folds, tip of the tongue hitting your swollen clit again and again and again to make you lose your voice chanting his name like a prayer. 

Just as you’re about to tip off the edge, he’s pulling off, making you whine and look at his disheveled state. Lips raw, scarlet like a letter, hair messy, your juices smeared across his cheeks and nose, and he’s heaving, hungry eyes watching you like a hawk. He grips your thighs firmly, mouth millimeters away from your heated core, and his voice drops down even more, predatory and commanding. “Now, sweetheart. - he makes sure you’re listening. - Now, you’re gonna cream on my face like a sweet pea you are, okay?”

He pauses, and your hazy mind isn’t very quick to process he’s waiting for a sign of understanding from you. You huff, nodding, thighs still quivering in his iron grip, his breath teasing your exposed sex. 

“Good. Then, I’m gonna take that fucking shirt off of you, have them knees touch these shoulders, and have you cream agai- Hey! - he notices your dizziness and slaps your cunt again, a swear leaving his breath. - Focus, baby, need you to listen close, ‘kay?”

 You sniffle and nod again, pussy clenching around nothing under his heavy breath. “Then, this little cunt gonna get a little kiss, and milk my cock again, right? - you’re quick to mutter a small ‘yes’ this time, earning a praising kiss to the thigh. - And it’s gonna milk me again and again and again until I see a fucking fountain splashing over me, yeah? Understood?”

“Un-understood” - you cry out, pouting of his mouth’s absence. “Atta slut, very well” - he grins, fingers sliding back inside, and spits luxuriously on your sex, diving straight in. He’s even more eager now, your moans and cries resonating off the walls, his ragged breath adding to the stimulation as he tongue-fucks your clit. Toji’s fingers rub so deliciously inside you, hitting that spot with killer pace, and a choked sob gets stuck in your throat as your thighs threaten to crush his skull, bliss jolting all over your body, shaking you on the damn sofa. He’s driving you through your orgasm, eliciting every last drop out of you, and only pulls away after, abused mouth widening in a grin. 

“Now, baby. - his clothes falling to the floor and your eyes blowing wide once again, the girthy heavy cock coming into your line of sight, the rustle of a condom wrapper making you gulp. - Legs up, yeah? Need to make you cum the proper way”.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are thirsted over, never knew Toji would get me so riled up but here we are

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[huboi]

. SOFTY | 🎀

╰┈➤ summary; jjk men being big softies for you <3

╰┈➤ includes; gn! reader, possibly ooc characters, pure heart melting fluff, mentions of eating and drinking

╰┈➤ a/n; yes I’m aware I haven’t posted in years, I’ve been in a writers block for so long bro😭

GOJO SATORU

man’s already a huge softie, very smitten with you

even before you started dating he was all over you like an overexcited puppy when it’s owner comes back from work

when you guys started dating, nothing really changed

read as; gojo somehow managed to become even more clingy

LOVES PDA

dw tho, if you don’t like pda then he’ll respect that, as long as you guys can cuddle when you’re in private he won’t complain

if you are comfortable with PDA, prepare to hold hands 25/8

also he loves cuddles

kisses are a huge must, wether they’re short and sweet or long and spicy

GETO SUGURU

he doesn’t act very happy when you’re not around

only time when he’s happy when you’re not around is if his girls are there

when he comes back from his shenanigans he just snuggles you

will keep cuddling you even if you need the toilet

“suguru im gonna piss myself istg” “no you’re not”

even though you are a sorcerer, he wishes to keep you away from his sorcerer shenanigans

he doesn’t want you seeing his ‘ugly side’ to say the least

it’s as if a switch goes off in his brain when you come into the picture

“I will kill every non sorcerer there is😡😡😡” “hi sugu poo😙” “hi baby🥰🥰🥰”

KENTO NANAMI

he’s a serious guy, and so when he sees you, he just low key switches personalities for a sec

“hi honey, you ok? have you eaten, drank some water….” he tends to ask you these questions a lot, but dw he’s just concerned for your health

no PDA, the closest you’ll convince him to do is hand holding

in the privacy of your home, he’s a huge snuggle bug (you didn’t hear this from me)

loves kissing your face, he doesn’t know why, it just comforts him

one time you interrupted his time with yuji, giving him his lunch as he forgot it, and he, surprisingly, ended up kissing you on the cheek

yuji was stunned (the boy was too stunned to speak)

SUKUNA RYOMEN

when people think of the sukuna, they think of homicide, murder and all things negative

what people don’t see, is that when his s/o wants a certain food, he’ll get them they’re food no matter the cost

doesn’t matter if you want something fancy or simple, he’s gonna get it (you have to plead with him to not kill anyone)

no promises though (he ends up simply paying for it)

low key begs you for hugs, when you point this out he claims he ‘demands’ you for hugs and that he never begs… yeah right

you are the most protected person out there, sorcerer or not

you claim he reminds you of a tiger, but he acts like a simple house cat when you’re in the picture

he disagrees with a huff and arms crossed against his (phat titties) chest

you notice a slight blush on his cheeks, but you don’t say anything

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[suggiesug]

let's stay warm together

gn reader x choso: curling up by the fire with your beloved words: 700~

There's a clear difference in warmth between upstairs, where you've been sleeping, and downstairs, where the fireplace is. The heating hasn't been working properly lately, and while it really is the most inconvenient time of year for it to start acting up, you and Choso have been dealing with it. The fireplace downstairs helps, and you have plenty of blankets to smother yourselves in. Being close to each other helps, too, and Choso makes hot drinks for you every day, whether it's tea, or coffee, or hot chocolate. It's not exactly good for you to drink every single day, but it keeps you warm. Choso doesn't enjoy seeing you shiver. The cold affects you more than it affects him. He always runs hot. Your own personal radiator. It means less cuddles come summer, but it's perfect this time of year.

But when you wake up, there's a distinct lack of warmth in the bed. Even with the duvet and the blanket, there's a chill that settles into your bones, and it's not the most pleasant of awakenings. Especially when paired with the fact that it's still dark, and you're hoping that just means it's early morning as you roll over, hand flailing at the bedside table for your phone. You squint at the light of the screen.

2:14 AM. Great.

The cold will make it more difficult to get back to sleep now, and while you are planning on going back to sleep, you figure you might as well figure out where your radiator has gone. Throwing the covers off of you, you shiver at the cold air that hits your skin, and you grab one of the blankets to wrap around your shoulders before you head out of the room. He's not in the bathroom, or anywhere else upstairs, so you head down.

There's a soft, warm light seeping into the hallway from the living room. Warm in hue, and warm in feeling. You feel it as soon as you step into the doorway, something far more pleasant than the cool air upstairs, and it's almost enough to convince you to just fall asleep on the couch.

But when you glance toward the couch, you see it already has an occupant. Sitting up, the light of the fire reflecting off of loose, brown locks.

"Can't sleep?"

It's spoken gently enough that if he were asleep, it likely wouldn't wake him up. The figure moves, though, perked up by your voice, and his head turns in order to look over the back of the couch toward you. A tired face, but soft. He looks his softest when he's tired, or relaxed. Right now, it looks like he's both.

"Mm," he lets out an affirmative hum, and as you approach the couch from behind, you take note of the blanket sprawled across his lap. More for comfort than warmth. "You?"

"It's cold."

"... Sorry."

"It's fine. I know you just didn't wanna wake me up just because you couldn't sleep. You still have to put up with me, though."

Put up with you. Choso seems amused by the wording, a huff of air harshly leaving his nose, and there's a gentle smile playing at his lips as you sit down next to him. You're immediately cuddling up to his side, and you open up your blanket so that you can wrap it around him as well. Less to keep him warm, and more just to make sure you're as close as can be.

Choso's as warm as he always is. He warms you more than the fire itself, and he's twice as pleasant to look at when you glance up from where you've rested your head on his shoulder. He catches you looking, his own gaze drifting toward you, and he seems peaceful like this. Happy and content. An arm wraps around you, securely keeping you close. A thumb rubs your back with soothing, consistent circles, and his head tilts to gently rest on top of yours.

The two of you don't need to speak. There are no unspoken I love you's between you, because they linger wordlessly in the air like heat. It rises and fills the room, and so you both know you don't need to say anything.

Besides, you're too tired to talk, and it'd ruin this perfect atmosphere created between you.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Gojo Satoru - "–And He's Going Down Like The Titanic"

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In which a year and a half after the loss of your memories, you feel something calling you back to the place where it all began. Or; In which after a year and a half of searching, Gojo Satoru finally finds the curse that stole away your memories but yet again you're nearly already in its clutches.

Part 1 "Eyes Blue Like The Atlantic"

                                                                                                   

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How strange; you could've sworn that the door was closed just a moment ago. Ah, but what were you doing a moment ago anyhow? Actually, where are you right now? You can't seem to recognize this place at all, but this bed sure is stiff. Why's it got bars on it though? 

Your legs feel stiff. Your body feels heavy. Your mind is all foggy. Your chest is burning again. 

Ah? Again? Was it doing that before? Ah, but it hurts now anyway. You pull at the neck of your hospital gown; it comes loose and you pull it down to see your chest. There's a weirdly shaped, but massive bruise there; it kind of looks like something is moving under your skin there. Oh, wait, a hospital gown? Are you in a hospital? What for?

You turn your eyes to the window; the sky is so blue today. You can feel a wobbly smile creep onto your lips, you can't understand. The color blue. It makes you happy somehow; like it's familiar, but whatever it was that it would have reminded you of has long disintegrated from your memory. For some reason that makes you cry.

Tears bead onto your lower lashes and dribble down your cheeks. So here you sit, staring out the window at the beautiful, clear blue sky as you silently cry for a reason completely unknown to you. 

Just what the hell happened to you? 

Why are you even here? 

Who are you?

“Mx. [Surname] are you alright!? Are you in any pain!? Here, let me help you put your gown back on. Just relax; I'll have someone bring you something to eat, okay?”  

A sudden distorted voice breaches your consciousness, but you don't turn your eyes away from the window. You can't bring yourself to do it; almost like if you did, you'd be betraying someone dear to you. Just looking out the window isn't enough anymore. You want to go outside. You have to; something– something is calling to you out there.

“...I want to go… outside.”  

You mumble quietly to yourself, voice scratchy from underuse, as you shakily sit up in your hospital bed; your hair, now a whole foot longer, falls over your shoulders as you move. 

The voice is gone. The person who spoke isn't there either. Wait? When did that happen? No! No. You have to go outside. You have to see more blue. More; more blue will help you remember everything you seem to be forgetting. Even if you can't remember what you forgot– Even if you forget why you went outside in the first place– you have to go.

Slipping the sheets off your heavy legs, you off the unblocked side of the bed and fall onto the floor; legs temporarily too weak to hold you up. But, somehow you're able to bring yourself to your feet and stumble out the door of your hospital room. You turn and look at the name placard next to the doorway; ‘[Surname] [Name]’, was that the name of the person occupying this room? Even if the room is empty now, it's better to be quiet out of respect for them.

Looking around the hallway, you notice a bright blue door at the end of it. That must be the way outside. You stumble down the hall, each step bringing you closer to the door. Behind you, you can hear the sound of doors creaking open, but you ignore the sound and keep going. Your hands are out in front of you as you press on the push bar and the door gives way; opening to release you into the outside world.

A loud noise rips through the air; a shrill alarm. But you're already long gone. Your walk turns into a jog, then into a run as you continue down the street; your hair whips around in the wind as you move forward. You have no idea where you're going, but you just keep running; you have to keep running, you have to remember.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE GONE!?”  

The snow-white-haired man snarls as he slams his hands on the receptionist's desk; the blindfold over his eyes doing nothing to hide his fury.

The seated woman finches as she clutches the corded phone receiver in her hand. Trembling, she puts the receiver back into the dock; sweat collects on her brow as she tries to think of a way to explain the situation to him without major consequences. What the hell is she even supposed to say? ‘Sorry, your lover usually acts like a vegetable, so we decided to direct our staff to more important things and people?’ No. She's fucked; they all are.

“M‐Mr. Gojo! W‐well, there wasn't much security there s‐since they've been very complacent for the p-past year and a half! Y‐you have to understand– we didn't know they would— Gh!”

The blonde woman stutters out before she's snatched up by the front of her blouse; being lifted off the ground and pulled level to the man's concealed eyes.

“Are you saying… that no one was watching them? They don't even remember who they are… and no oNE WAS WATCHING THEM!?”

Satoru growls; the rage he's just barely keeping at bay begins to leak out in the form of his cursed energy, causing the sterile tile floor beneath him to crack and splinter.

The woman whimpers; clenching her eyes shut and turning her head away from him in fear. But then, she was on her feet again and the ferally angry man before her was now deadly calm. The stare that the special-grade sorcerer drilled into her gave her a good idea of what would happen if the man's lover ended up with even a hair out of place.

Even as he turned and walked out of the entrance doors, she knew. 

If they were hurt… everyone was going to die.

You don't know where you are, but the sand beneath your feet tells you that you're near a beach. The sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore permeates your ears as you near the sound. Your legs are aching and pleading with you to stop, but you continue to push forward; bare feet sinking into the sand with every step you take. And just past some trees, you stumble upon what you think you've been searching for. The deep blue ocean water on the horizon and what seems like miles and miles of sand.

You're so close; just a little bit closer. You're almost there.

The hair stands up on the back of your neck as you near the shore. Someone is here with you but no matter where you look, you can't see them. Somehow though, that person is pulling you closer, drawing you in with the unspoken promise of returning you to the person you once were. 

You can see the large divots in the sand that would be made by feet, just at the border of where the sand ends and the water starts. They're much larger than you thought human feet would be, but you can't trust your thoughts anymore if you can barely even think. You didn't even realize that you had stopped moving and were just staring at the footprints on the shoreline. They make you feel nauseous somehow, yet it also feels like someone is standing there, beckoning you forward.

Just as you are about to take another step closer, a hoarse voice shouts.

“[Name] Stop! Don't move any further!”  

You look over your shoulder, and there stands a man with white hair. His eyes are obscured by a blindfold and he's wearing a strange black outfit.

Who was he talking to? Was it you? 

You look around the uninhibited beach, yet there's no one here besides you, the strange blindfolded man, and the footsteps in the wet sand. So who was he talking to?

[Name]? Is that their name? 

You look back at the footsteps. They haven't moved at all; the only thing that's changed is that they've dug deeper into the sand. It was almost like whatever was making them was braving themselves to leap forward… strange. Your gut is telling you to listen to the stranger and run away, but your chest, your heart, is tugging you forward almost violently. 

Just as you're about to give in to the tugging at your chest, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. A hand rests atop your head and pushes the side of your face into a warm but sturdy chest. 

This– this feels familiar somehow.

You lift your head to try and look back at the footprints, but the hand on your head holds you firmly in place. You can feel a sudden gust of wind violently blow through your long hair.

You've… felt this before… but, from where?

Tears of frustration gather in your eyes as you try and comb through your fragmented consciousness to find even a sliver of a memory. You search and search and search. 

It's just a whisper, but… you found it.

“Don't worry [Name], just hold onto me. I'll take care of it, I'm the strongest after all!”  

“Here [Name], it's Kikufuku, I picked some up for you while I had free time at work! Open wide!”  

“Can you believe my students don't believe that I have a spouse? I showed them a picture of you and they said that you were too good for me!”  

“Hey [Name], have I ever told you how much I love you?”  

“Shit– Hold on [Name]! Don't let go! [NAME]!!”  

This man… You know this man.

You look up at the man's face, now rid of the blindfold that covered his eyes and you meet with that color again. BLUE. A beautiful vibrant blue that reminded you of an overcast sky in the afternoon. Those beautiful blue eyes were staring forward, you could see the rage swirling behind them like the waves in a storm at sea.

Sand and water are kicked from the ground in the commotion behind you. You don't dare to look back; obediently digging your face into the man's chest. He made you feel safe. You knew this man and he was protecting you from something you couldn't see…

But what was his name?

His name…

He's— his name is–

“S‐satoru…?”

You whispered quietly, unsure of yourself.

That name sounds right. This man– Satoru; he knew you, he was keeping you from harm. Does that mean that he was talking to you earlier? 

[Name]... that's your name.

He was calling to you like he did on the yacht. The yacht? Yes. That's right, the shipwreck. He was there with you when the ship went down, he held you just like this didn't he?

Satoru…

You remember now.

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[shukein]

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[godlyaffection]

Rainy Days

Request

(Jujustu Kaisen) Kento, Megumi, and Inumaki x Gn Reader [separate]

What do these jjk boys like to do with you on rainy days?

No Warnings

Kento

– Kento is a tired man. And rainy days make him even more tired. So if he's lucky and he has the day to himself, you make sure to let him sleep. 

– It isn't that he doesn’t like spending time with you, and he doesn't actually sleep the whole day, but on rainy days he isn't jumping at the opportunity to go out and do things. He just wants to rest on rainy days, with you. He likes to cuddle with you and sleep as much as you both can get away with. Which isn't actually as much as you would like, but it's more than he normally gets so you can't complain.

– He likes to cook with you on rainy days. Sometimes that just means the two of you helping each other with your normal meals, and other times that means you both baking something together. 

– Kento will let you choose any other activities for the day. If you want to cuddle quietly on the couch, that's fine. If you want to watch a bunch of movies together, then he’s also happy with that. Sure he’ll have some opinion on it, but for the most part he is happy to do whatever you want. He would even go out of the house and do something if that was really what you wanted to do. 

– He just wants to make you happy and so Kento is content with most things. 

Megumi

– Megumi will go out in the rain and look for frogs, with or without you. 

– It probably started because of you, but now every time it rains he has to go out and “walk around” But you both know he's keeping an extra close eye out for frogs or any other creature that decides to come out in the rain. 

– He finds the rain very peaceful, and although he doesn't like to be wet, he is happy to take a walk under an umbrella with you. He also likes to sit out on a porch and listen to the rain with you while keeping dry. 

– Megumi will act all angry at you if you get soaked in the rain, or fling water at him in response, and it's partially true. He would much rather be dry, but it's you, and he couldn’t actually be that mad at you. 

– After spending some time outside, he likes to go back inside and cuddle with you on the couch. Preferably by a window and definitely under a cozy blanket. The rain relaxes him and so do you, so having the rain in the background and you right next to him is the perfect combination. 

– Megumi isn't the most romantic type, but as long as he doesn’t have anything important he has to do, he's happy to spend his rainy days completely with you, and only with you.

Inumaki

– Inumaki loves to cuddle with you. Every time it rains, without fail, he will use it as an excuse to force you to stay in one spot and cuddle with him for a large majority of the day. Cuddling with him is always a treat for the both of you because he is just so nice to cuddle with. 

– Inumaki likes to rest his head on your stomach, forcing you to lay on your back with him on top of you. He especially likes it if the rain brings in a cold front because it means he can curl up under a big blanket with you. 

– He spends as much time as he can giggling with you. He just likes staying close by your side on rainy days. It makes him feel nice if he is touching you somehow. So even if you don't want him to lay on top of you he is also happy to sit next to you and hold your hand, or rest his head on your shoulder. 

– He also likes it when the two of you get to spend time with his friends. He enjoys when people come over to play board games or watch movies together on rainy days.

– Sometimes if Inumaki has to spend any amount of time on a rainy day alone, you’ll come back to him just staring out the window. He isn't sad or upset in any way, but watching the rain alone gives him time to think, so sometimes he spaces out but he can easily be snapped out of it when he sees you and drags you back to cuddling with you.

[banzaitaka]

Greetings Ruka! Can you make my dream come true and make Nanami and Gojo as Y/N's sugar daddy who is a normal law student but poor? Who doesn't want them as a suggar daddy? Of course Y/N is of legal age and consenting, it's important

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Idk if I can, but I will try sidfoihsdf

Also, you saying they don't want them as a sugar daddy, but also consenting confused me

So I made them reluctant on the idea

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading

TW: Gets a bit suggestive

x gn! reader

Headcanon: Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo with a sugar baby

Kento didn't outright propose the idea of becoming your sugar daddy to you, he just listed the things he could offer you in exchange for, well, you

You yourself figured out what he meant, and when you told him you want to think about it a bit longer, he understood and gave you as much time as you needed

He is a very respectful man and doesn't overstep any boundaries, always makes sure the things he wants to do are within your consent range

For the sake of seeing each other, he offers to move in together after a while. You pretty much become his house spouse in his eyes, but he doesn't need you to actually do the part and do house work. It's important to him that you continue your studies

He just really enjoys coming home after a long day at work and have you there, greeting him, asking him how his day was, maybe even give him a kiss

Kento is not overwhelming with gifts, but does enough to keep you satisfied. Sometimes he randomly picks up something he knows you'd enjoy, sometimes he asks you directly what you want him to get

Also treats you to meals regularly, only the finest. He has the money after all

His touches aren't desperate or overbearing at all, again, he is respectful, all his touches are gentleman like and mostly initiated when going out

Couple nicknames are the preferred ones for him, he calls you either by your name or "darling", "dear", "sweetie", while he likes you to do the same to him

Calling him "daddy" is just asking him for it

And he is willing to oblige, gentle, slow, passionate

Satoru has a way with words like no other, even with your initial reluctance, he manages to convince you to accept his offer

He himself was a bit reluctant to even propose the offer of becoming your sugar daddy, since he doesn't want you to get roped into the world of curses and sorcerers, but he ends up finding a good enough solution for that:

For the most part he does everything digitally, you two text and call a lot

And during those conservations, he tries to push all negativity away, now is the time for you to hold up your end of the deal, darling

He loves to fluster you by whispering naughty things through the phone seemingly out of nowhere, as he imagines the expression your making by the sound of your voice

S p o i l s you rotten, way more than you actually need

You just wanted enough to stay over water during your study time, but now your h o u s e is filled with everything you mentioned you liked or wanted to have, the finest furniture, gaming consoles and games, whatever it is your heart desired

He uses spoiling you as another opportunity to catch you off guard, actually

Sometimes there is just a random package at your door with a bouquet of flowers, but you didn't ask for anything? And you certainly don't remember ever telling him that you liked this specific thing! How did he know? It was a feeling, looking at all the other things you like, darling

Once the rare chance to visit you comes, he's already infront of your door, without more than a quick phone call prior to announce his visit

He is a very busy man and has to take whatever opportunity he has to stop by

Satoru is extremely clingy "To catch up on all the times he couldn't do it", he says, but believe me when I say: he would be clingy either way

He likes to call you "Puppy" and "Bunny" and honestly really likes when you call him "daddy", both in a sexual way and not

You know what's coming when he instead calls you "darling"

I will not explain further