#satoru gogo x reader

[siriusly-parker]

—jjk smau. “you’re so…”

you call them something-coded

ʚ tags. fem!reader, suggestiveness (nanami + toji), aged up characters, just stupid crack tbh lol

ʚ including. yuuji, satoru, takuma ino, toji, megumi, nanami

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[star-har]

Blood Bound

| satoru gojo | vampire au | mild nsfw |

when you enter gojo’s room, there’s agony filling his eyes.

he’s chained to the bed, thrashing against his shackles. gojo’s eyes are livid, the sharp blue flashing molten silver as you walk into the room.

his fangs grow longer, offering a wicked smile that looks more hungry than kind.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he says, a tongue gliding over the sharp points of his canines, shaking his head as if you’ve made a great mistake.

“you shouldn’t have gone into that castle,” you reply with a deep sigh. “the mission was clear— you were to avoid the vampires’ den at all costs.”

he scoffs, a scowl replacing his earlier amusement. “we didn't travel all this way to cower at the sight of measly blood-suckers.”

“measly?” you laugh softly, walking to his hunched frame. he watches with predatory eyes as you inch closer, teeth glimmering a bright white. “you've been bitten.”

he smiles then, vicious and gleaming. “yet we got what we wanted, did we not?”

and luckily enough, gojo is not going to turn into one of them. there are two types of bites a vampire can inflict, one with venom and one without. it was hours of careful examination after that you had confirmed it was the latter.

until dawn, gojo would remain part vampire. and it’s only natural for him to feel as hungry as he is— the need to feed his thirst will be overbearing and painful for the next few hours.

this is why tying him up is the best course of action. who knows what his thirst will force him to do. if he feasts on anyone in the kingdom, the guards will be notified and it will only lead to further trouble.

you, hesitantly, bring a hand to his pale hair, running it through with your fingers. he sucks in a sharp breath, as if the contact is painful in itself.

“i thought you had turned,” you murmur, dragging your gaze from his eyes to the bite marks on his neck. your stomach dips with something at the tone of your voice; softer, warmer than you’d intended

you still remember it— gojo’s reckless smirk as he’d left you in the graveyard surrounding the castle, running after one of the creatures that had stolen what you’d come for.

when you found him, he was stumbling through halls, blood seeping into his shirt as he slurred on his words and fell into your arms as soon as you’d reached for him. the object you’d been searching for clenched tight in his fist.

“careful there, doll.” he smiles. “it sounds like you might tolerate me.”

perhaps, before tonight, you’d have bounced away from him and scolded his ignorant words before running from the room.

but the pure horror that struck you tonight is still there, everlasting. and no matter how hard you try to pull away, you only inch closer.

you slide your hand away from his hair, down to jaw to the cold slice of his lips. his jaw hardens under your palm, as if he’s refraining from dipping his fangs into your thumb to ease some of his pain away.

“don’t do anything like that again,” you clench the fist by your thigh. “ever.”

his chest rumbles with a laugh. “if i hadn’t gone in there, you would have.”

your stomach whirls with the silent meaning behind his words.

rather me than you.

it’s the closest gojo’s gone to expressing an emotion other than annoyance and anger and arrogance.

he attempts to jerk away from your touch and when you flicker out your daze, you find his eyes clouded and darkening. his brows are furrowed and his muscles are taut with the effort to stay away.

it’s like torment. you’ve heard before how difficult it is to refrain from feeding under any kind of bite. and you can only imagine the lengths gojo is going to to refrain from biting you then.

“it’s alright,” you find yourself muttering, meeting his ravenous eyes. he looks pained and pushes away from your hand but you find his mouth again.

his breathing unevens and he meets your gaze with a glare. “you should leave.” he speaks as if talking is a difficult task, as if with every part of his lips, he wants to pierce your skin.

you push past his lips and hover your finger closer to his fangs. “it’s okay.”

his eyes flash. his teeth unclench, fangs sharpening impossibly and his tongue grazes your thumb, silently asking you to change your mind because he needs this and he can’t pull away himself.

your response is to push your thumb further into his mouth, brushing against the inside of his cheek.

his teeth dig in and you gasp at the feeling of sharp points biting into your flesh, tearing your skin apart and licking away at the blood that seeps.

the pain is gone in an instant. it’s replaced with a sick desire to feel him everywhere as the pleasant feeling buzzes up your arm and echoes in your chest and falls to your stomach to mingle.

he closes his eyes at the first drop of blood, grunting and only sucking harder.

and then, he’s moving.

his wrists rip free of their restraints with a sharp tug easily, grabbing your waist as he throws you onto the bed. your thumb remains in his mouth as he hovers above you, sitting with his knees on either side of your hips.

he grabs your hand with eager fingers and clutches your wrist like a lifeline. he groans with a long swipe of his tongue, shoulders falling and jaw slackening in their movements now that he’s quenched some of his thirst.

he rips away, blood lingering on his lips as he dives down to your throat. he grazes his lips against the expanse of skin, dragging an open mouth up to the crevice of your shoulder.

he waits there and you can see his hands fisting the comforter, knuckles white, beside your head, as if he’s urging himself to resist and pull away.

“it’s okay.” you push his head so that his mouth falls onto your skin. your other hand reaches out to brush his clenched hand, and with a hesitating moment, he moves to intertwine your fingers “it’s okay.”

that’s all he needs. he offers a slow, languid lick, savoring the taste with a sigh. then he’s diving in, his long, sharp fangs sinking into your skin.

he moves almost desperately, white-hot pain causing your back to arch off the bed. a gasp lodges in your throat as you dig your fingers into his scalp, urging his canines deeper.

you’d thought it would be draining. thought you would feel the life leaving your veins as he sucked your supple skin to be met with sweet blood— but it’s really quite the opposite. it feels like breathing. it feels as if with every drop of blood, there’s life being pushed through your body and bubbling in your chest.

every inch of your skin feels warm despite the cold press of gojo’s body, spreading like blooming flowers.

when he rips away, it feels as if you’re pummelling down an endless void as everything yanks away from you at once; the bed beneath you, the inconsistent whisper of wind that flies through an open window, the sweet press of gojo all over you.

and then, he moves down to your chest, right above the mound of your breasts and dips his teeth in once again.

you surge back to reality as soon as the bite of his teeth dissipates to an unreal ecstasy.

he laps up every drop with urgency, hands ravaging your hair, pleasure running through your body like a river, pooling between your thighs. you push him into your chest, moaning with every drop he consumes.

it feels heavenly. with every sharp inhale, gojo’s sucking up another drop. with every swallow, his hand is fisting your hair tighter, jutting your upper body from the bed to bury himself deeper inside you.

“yes,” you cry, pain spiking across your scalp and you push your hips up into his.

he pauses over you, a deep groan rumbling from his mouth at the contact of your hips. he’s pulling away just as quickly as he’d bit you, jaw tight and eyes wide. there’s blood coating his lips, running messily down his jaw to fall over his throat.

the lack of feeling hits you with a harsh shove. your body grows numb, skin cooling unbearably. the world around you almost fades, dulls. every cell in your body aches for you to close your eyes as the room spins, and gojo must realise something’s wrong because he’s reaching for you.

you don’t realize you’re crying until you hear the tremble in your voice and the soft brush of satoru’s fingers over your cheek to swipe them away, “more, please.”

you push yourself up but the effort is useless because you are collapsing back, your vision fading around the edges. gojo panics, you can see it in the way he runs a hand down his jaw and slides an arm beneath your neck.

“i already took too much,” he says, but his voice echoes faintly, as if it’s carrying through a long, expansive corridor.

it’s okay.

you try to whisper the words into his broad chest as he whisks you off his sheets, holding you in his arms. it comes out as a hum and he offers a grunt of his own.

he’s moving, and then your back collides with the soft silk covers of gojo’s bed. you sigh almost immediately and you hear the rustling of his comforter slide over your body.

you think he says something, and for some reason, you wish you’d been awake enough to hear it. you are, however, conscious enough to feel the languid brush of his fingers over the bite marks he’d created.

his palm comes to rest on your chest where he feels the steady thrum of your heart under his skin. “get some sleep.”

the soft thuds of his footsteps sound, only echoing quieter with each step he takes and you want to turn and ask him to stay. you want to feel the cold, yet warm, press of his chest to your back as he cradles you away from this nightmarish world.

but you let him walk away, regardless.

your heart breaks slightly as you hear the door tug shut behind him. the intimate moment only seconds before shatters with his absence and it sobers you quickly.

you’d let him drink your blood to help some of his craving, and his only gratitude is to leave you shivering under the pale light of the moon.

———

i was going to turn this into smut but i got lazy LMFAOAOA i promise im writing some as we speak but i just finished reading the once upon a broken heart trilogy by stephanie garber and i need me a blonde-blue-eyed jerk sooo

thank you sm for reading!! Ik it’s short so I’m sorry but (like i said) some smut is on its way!! excuse any grammar errors ik there’s probably a handful but I can’t find it in myself to edit rn :(

kisses, always,

har

[mayhem-neverending]

As the Pendulum Swings

Part III

Word Count: 2,440

Warnings: none

You flopped yourself down on your freshly made bed. All of your things were officially put up and incense burned on the windowsill. A sense of accomplishment seeped into your fatigued form, not only for accomplishing the task, but for finding a permanent home for the year.

A groan escaped you as you stretched your limbs and then once again fell limp against the surprisingly comfortable bed. You watched the incense smoke gently curl in the air and lost yourself in thought. The last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind. Learning there was a world of Curses and Jujutsu definitely threw you for a loop, but becoming a teacher for sorcerers? That was the cherry on top.

It was lucky that you were aware of the existence of things beyond the ordinary prior - otherwise you might have truly gone into shock at the discovery of this world. Your interest in quantum physics and spirituality had led you to be open to all sorts of possibilities; you had to be when you understood that anything was possible in the infinite quantum field. Well, understood was a strong word. Intellectualized would have been more appropriate before you had studied in Central America. For two years you studied and practiced Ligera. Ligera is the energy of creation or, more technically said, the energy/waves that make up existence. Using Ligera is tapping into the energy that exists as a potential in the quantum realm. It is a female dominated practice, so you learned a lot about healing, transmutation in general, and the last thing before you left was creating things out of 'nothing'.

The rumbling of your stomach broke your reverie. It was only then that you realized you hadn’t eaten a single thing that day. You slowly rolled yourself off the bed and considered whether it would be better to get groceries or just eat out again.

You continued the debate the entire way down the front steps and down the street. The hustle and bustle of the city had increased from the morning, with a multitude of people carrying shopping bags and grocery sacks passing you on the sidewalk. You were looking at a particularly colorful bag someone was carrying when you bumped straight into someone.

You grunted at the impact. Looking up, you immediately opened your mouth to apologize to the stranger, but your breath caught in your throat. One of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on was tiredly looking down at you. He had long silky black hair and caramel brown eyes under thick black lashes. He barely glanced at you, a quick apology falling from his lips before he sidestepped you and walked off.

You stood stunned and blocked foot traffic for much longer than appropriate. Eventually someone bumped against your shoulder and you were pushed into moving forward again. The image of the man danced in the forefront of your mind as you mindlessly entered through one of the shop doors with a crowd of people.

It was a grocery store, as luck would have it. Picking up a basket, you pushed the handsome man out of your head and did your best to pick up some essentials and a few things to make dinner. It was already nearing six when you started checking out, so you hurried along, not wanting to make your stomach wait any longer than it had to.

Arms laden with paper bags, you made the trek back up the massive staircase. Your calves burned and you were starting to feel lightheaded from lack of food, but you pushed through. By the time you were putting groceries away in the common room kitchenette, you felt ready to collapse. You did what was easiest, which was some homemade ramen with egg (noodles bought specifically for this occasion).

When it was finished, you took a seat at the large table and dug in. The sun was setting outside the window, bathing the room in an orange glow. You gazed out at the slow moving clouds for a few minutes, basking in the calm, quiet room while you filled your belly. The sound of voices down the hall piqued your interest, and you glanced at the doorway.

You heard two sets of footsteps heading in your direction. In case they passed by, you tore your eyes away from the door and focused your attention on your food. It was actually quite good, despite your haste. You slurped up a few noodles at the same time a familiar head of white hair appeared in the doorway.

“There you are,” Gojo called out with a grin, his full body coming into view.

“Hey,” you said after you finished your bite.

Another figure appeared behind him as Gojo waltzed into the room like he owned the place. “I want to introduce you to Geto, now that he’s back from his mission,”

The figure stepped up beside Gojo and your eyes widened as you choked on your own spit, a coughing fit ensuing. It was the handsome man you had run into earlier, who was now eyeing you with mild concern. Gojo mirrored his expression before his lips pulled up on one side. “Your cooking tastes that bad?”

You glared at him and his smile widened. You got yourself under control and cleared your throat. “Sorry about that,”

“No worries. Uh, Geto Suguru,” his voice was smooth as honey, eyes giving you a quick once over.

“L/n Y/n,” Your cheeks heated at his attention.

You held out your hand and he politely shook it. He didn’t show any sign of recognition, and for that you were glad. You would hate for his first impression to be of you smacking into him and gawking at him in public like an idiot.

Gojo settled himself in the empty seat beside you and leaned over to inspect your bowl. Geto looked at him and then made eye contact with you, shaking his head a little at the man’s antics. You shared a small smile with him. Gojo continued to be nosy, and you were sure he was about to steal the chopsticks from your hand had his friend not given him a pointed look.

"Would you like to have some?" You asked Gojo, who was still in your space.

"Can I?" He asked nicely, like he wasn't just being covertly pushy.

You handed the chopsticks over to him and pushed the bowl so it was more within his reach. You had a feeling this man would eat right over your shoulder otherwise. You didn't think his lack of physical boundary was necessarily a bad thing so far, but that also could have been because he was attractive and his energy told you he was a decent guy.

He slurped up some noodles and a brow shot up into his hairline. He hesitated, looking at you under his blindfold before going in for an even heartier slurp. You knew that eating loudly was a sign of respect and enjoyment, but that was something that would take time to get used to. You snuck a glance back at Geto, who was eyeing Gojo with exasperation.

"Satoru, give her her food back,"

Gojo grumbled and started to push the bowl back over before he quickly stole one more bite, as if he were trying to be sneaky. You huffed a surprised laugh at the man, who swallowed his bite and grinned brilliantly at you. Geto rolled his eyes. "That was actually really good,"

"Was it?" you asked with a chuckle, taking the chopsticks from him.

Geto crossed his arms over his chest and squinted at Gojo. He asked, "Do you just like Japanese food, or did you learn how to cook it for a specific reason?"

"Both," you said, happy he was joining the conversation as butterflies erupted in your stomach. You tamped them down. "I've always enjoyed it, but I decided to really learn how to do it once I decided to move here. I like being able to cook well so I don't have to go out all the time. Plus, you never know if you'll end up meeting someone, so it's always good to be prepared to impress them, right?"

His eyebrow raised and his lips quirked up. His eye briefly slid over to Gojo. "That's an interesting way of looking at things,"

He readjusted himself in his chair. "What if that person has a personal chef or something?"

Gojo shot him a dirty look with his eyes while the rest of his expression remained impassive. Your eyebrows raised and you smiled. "I'd have to admit defeat, I guess. Or use my other spectacular qualities to win them over."

Geto hummed, looking at you with mild amusement.

“Well, it was nice meeting you. If you ever need help with anything, I’m just a few doors down,” He smiled politely and raised a hand before getting up and turning on his heel to head towards the door.

“Wait, what?” Gojo said, climbing out of his chair.

“I’m tired, Gojo. I had a long mission today. I’m heading to bed,” Geto sighed, not bothering to turn around.

“C’mon, Suguru,” Gojo whined, following him out the door.

You listened to their voices fade and continued eating slowly, heat still burning your cheeks. You really wished you had been able to shower and look more presentable before Gojo decided to bring his handsome friend around to meet you. You let yourself feel embarrassed for a few short minutes before reasoning with yourself that it didn’t matter anyway. You weren’t at the school for relationships, nor were you anywhere near his league. As long as you did your job well and could be a good coworker, that was all that counted.

You did your dishes and headed back to your room, exhaustion creeping in from the exertion of your move. You were slow to undress in the bathroom, especially with the ache that was already setting in your calves. You hopped in the shower, washed the sweat and dirt from your body, then curled into bed and drifted off.

Late the next morning you woke from a series of vivid dreams. Every time you tried to recall them, they slipped right through your fingers and it left you feeling discombobulated. It felt like you had received an important message or something, and only the feeling remained when you tried harder to remember.

Besides that, you had a nice, slow morning. A heavy stream of rain poured outside, occasionally spattered with the low rumble of distant thunder. You ambled around the common room in a tank top and pajama pants, steaming coffee in hand. You made a small breakfast for yourself while you listened to the rain hit the large windows.

You settled onto one of the couches facing the window with your coffee after you had eaten your breakfast and let out a contented sigh. The couch sunk under your weight, like it had seen a few years of use. You wondered about the history of the school and jujutsu in general while your eyes trailed rain droplets as they glided down the window pane.

Quiet footsteps entering the room broke you from your reverie. You looked over the top of the couch to catch Geto with sleep-moussed hair and tired eyes walking in. You mentally griped about how unfair it was to be that attractive in the morning before uttering a soft, “Good morning,”

His head whipped in your direction, his body tensing. Once his eyes found yours, however, he relaxed. A sheepish smile replaced his previously alarmed expression and he waved to you. “Good morning,”

Your eyes followed him as he shuffled over to the fridge. He tucked some loose strands behind his ear as he bent over to look through the contents. The fridge had been sparse before you stocked it the day before, and you had moved it all to one side, not wanting to step on your new coworker’s toes by mixing their things with your own.

He closed the door to the fridge without taking anything out and you turned your attention back to the window and your coffee before he could catch you staring. You took a long sip. Geto cleared his throat and you glanced over at him. He was already looking at you, and when he saw he had your attention he pointed to the half filled coffee pot.

“Could I?”

You nodded. “Sure,”

He poured himself a cup and hesitated between taking a seat on the couch and heading back out the door. Eventually he chose to sit on a couch next to yours. He faced the mounted TV while your couch was at an angle, so you were seated facing him. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the rain adding a layer of ambiance in the background.

You thought of a couple things to ask him, but when you went to speak it felt wrong to break the silence, so you kept your mouth shut and sipped your coffee. You eventually got up to refill your mug, and when you re-situated yourself on the couch, Geto was the one to speak.

“I think it’ll be nice having you here,”

Your eyes flickered over to him, but he was staring into his coffee mug, slowly swishing it around in a circular motion. He continued, “Having a normal class should help the first years transition smoother,”

He finally looked over at you, his keen brown eyes studying your expression. His brows furrowed a bit and he took another sip of his coffee. “If you don’t mind my asking, why are you here?”

His tone was soft, but you couldn’t help the way your stomach flipped. You tilted your head a bit to the side. “Like, in Japan? Or at this school? Or?”

“At the school,”

“Well, uh, when the junior high I was teaching at was destroyed, I lost my job. I can’t stay in Japan if I lose my work permit, so when this job fell in my lap, I took it. And… I’m curious about -” you waved your hand in a circular motion “- this world. I’m not the type of person to experience something like what happened at the school and then go back to my life exactly how it was,”

You saw the hint of a smile tilt the corner of his lips. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye. “Be careful here; curiosity killed the cat,”

A sly smile curved your lips. “Don’t worry, as the saying goes: satisfaction brought it back,”

[twistedteddy]

I'm so sorry I haven't written in a bit! Things have been hectic around my house- I set up a linktree in my bio since my birthdays this month, so if yall don't mind supporting me, I'd really appreciate it<3

Gogo x f!reader

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Warnings: Sex work(stripping), NSFW content, body worship, begging (f! Receiving),intoxicated gojo, desperate Gojo, implied previous encounters, oral F!Receiving, creaming, cream pies, man creaming his own pants, humping furniture, p in v, basically desperate messy sex

You didn't pride yourself in what you did. Not at first anyway. Sex workers were treated horrible enough already, so it didn't help some assholes down the street were spreading the word about seeing you dancing at the club. It started as a side job, but the money was seriously helping with your student loans. Lately, you didn't even honestly need the money. Didn't need to be putting yourself through this.Groaning while slipping into the back room. The overwhelming smell of perfumes, body mists, and sweat.

Quickly heading to an open changing room to shimmy out of your office clothes and into the new blue piece you got yourself. Bright blue. Like the sky..covered in sequins and jewels adorning the garters wrapped around your thighs and waist. Throwing your clothes into your bag hurriedly as you stepped out for the next girl. Quickly pull out your makeup bag and get comfortable in front of the large mirror, expanding the size of the entire wall.

The blue eyeshadow you had on you didn't quite match, but that was okay. You weren't technically dancing today. Just walking the floors and speaking with guests. After what felt like one of your quicker visits to the dressing rooms you were out the door. Hair puffed up with hairspray, face beat, body on display as you began circling the bar. You weren't quite the crown jewel, but you were getting better, well known.

Goosebumps wriggle their way up your legs, your torso, your body as you feel eyes raking over you in your entirety. In the back corner was a familiar face. Tall, black hair covering his eyes and a scar over his lip. Toji. Always money hungry but never seemed to have any on him. The bar had a few college students. Pink, brown, and black hair taking shots. Across from them, white hair, white top, clear skin, and bright blue eyes already pulling you in. You subconsciously looked for him.

You rolled your eyes as he waved you over, but you obliged. You always did. "What do I owe this pleasure, Gojo?" You say sarcasticly leaning against the counter next to him. The small of your back pressed against the cold, hard wood. "Aw, cmon, don't act all cold to me now," He poked back, that sly smirk spreading across his features. "You haven't vern here in a few weeks," you whined while pouting your bottom lip out. "I've been lonely, Satoru."

That's all it took to have him paying for a private room and practically dragging you behind him. Closing the door behind him as you yanked him back around. This. This is why you came back every day. For months on end. Teeth clacking together from the force at which you hit each other. His arms wrapped around your hands, holding tight as he backed you onto the pole. Icy metal pressing into bare skin forcing a hiss from your lips.

He usually wanted you slowly. Sweetly. The way he looked up at you now, though, as he dropped down to his knees and looked up at you. Eyes pleasing mouth tasting of sweet liquor. "Please..y/n. I need you. I've never needed you more, please, may I?" He whined, voice breaking as his hands ever so lightly trailed down your torso to your thighs and stayed right below your garters.

Nodding your head quickly as he felt you up. Squeezing, pulling, biting at your thighs as he wrapped your legs around his shoulders and swiftly slid you up the pole as he stood back at his feet and dug his face into your wet clothes cunt. His breath fanning the whole are and making you flinch.

"Sorry baby..sorry I'm sorry I need you need ya so bad-" he said blabbering while sloppily licking at your cunt. Wobbly bringing you to the velvet couch off the the side of the pole finally giving you some relief and something to lay on as he pried your legs open and ate you like a starving man. Letting his lower half slide off the couch as he sucked your clit through your pretty lingerie..he loved seeing you dress up in his colors.

He didn't mean to grt so fucked up but what was he supposed to do when you were just so beautiful. Dressing like you were wearing it just for him. Cause you were wearing it just for him. Him and him alone.

Sliding the cloth to the side and sucking his index and ring finger a few times before slowly sliding it into yoy. Whimpering how beautiful you were as he groaned into your plush thigh. Watching so intently ad you swallowed his fingers whole. Taking him like such a good girl. Gojo was a loud man. A needy man. And you found yourself loving that about him. What was the point in sex with a quiet man. God thebsight of such a strong man between your legs with tears at the edges of hisbeyes as he whimpered how beautiful you were was a sight to see. A sight that made your legs shake and, in turn, had him suckered to your slit as he forced you through your first orgasm of that night.

Whining into the satin cushions as he licked your spazing cunt. He continued his assault as he humped at the cushions of the couch. The entirety of it shaking as he dug himself into tour core. Tongue swiping at that gooey spot he knows will make your legs tremble and your breath hitch in your throat.

Finally pulling himself up and sliding his wet crotch into yoir sensitive pussy. As he yanked his pants down just barely to his knees and its very visible he came in his pants...probably a few times with how wet they were. Sliding his cock up and down you a few times before sliding himself in gasping as he uncontrollably jerked against you a few times. Hips slamming and sticking to your asscovered in slick and cum. Quickly wrapping his hands onto your ankles and pushing you into a breeding press as he sunk deeper into you. Whimpering your name as he fucked you into the satin of the couch drool dripping down your mouth and eyes rolling back into your head.

It's okay though since he'll take you home for a warm bath if he doesn't pass out on ya. Tip you a couple grand too.

[p-r-art]

My new roommate

Starring: Gojo x reader Warnungen: none From: Oneshot

Request are open. Ask for Oneshots, Fanfictions or other things.

------------------------------------------------------ My new roommate

It was the beginning of June when I decided that I needed a roommate to be able to pay the high rent. i didn't want to move because I've been living in this apartment for so long and it's so nice and big. So I asked my friends to ask anyone they knew who was looking for an apartment. Nobara then told me that her teacher Gojo Satoru is looking for an apartment even if he has enough money to afford one himself. Nobara just said that he didn't like being alone. Of course I agreed. She had also shown me a photo. And what should I do when someone looks that good. I haven't had a man by my side for a long time.

-maybe something will come of it-

I think mischievously.

He was supposed to come today, but he hasn't shown up yet and it's already 12 o'clock. I sigh and make myself comfortable on the sofa. I've tied my long (h/c) hair into a plait. As it's my day off, I decide to put on a pair of sports shorts and a tank top.He was supposed to come today, but he hasn't shown up yet and it's already 12 o'clock. I sigh and make myself comfortable on the sofa. I've tied my long (h/c) hair into a plait. As it's my day off, I've decided to put on a pair of sports shorts and a tank top.

The doorbell rings. I immediately get up and see a tall white-haired man with sunglasses. I can't see his eyes through them.

“I'm Gojo Satoru, your new roommate.”

His voice is deep. A smile forms on his lips. I step to the side and let him in

“Hi, I'm (Y/n).”

Gojo enters and walks straight through to the living room. He only has two suitcases with him, which surprises me a little.

“The rest of my stuff will be here in a few days.”

“Okay. Make yourself comfortable or look around. I'll make something to drink.”

-A while later-

“Wait, what did you do to Yuji? Poor guy.”

I laughed at his stories. I sat on the floor while Gojo sat on the couch.

“He ate Sukuna's finger, after all. So he should learn and practice it.”

Gojo said.

“But just like that?”

I say with a laugh. The white-haired one just shrugged his shoulders.

- It's definitely going to be an exciting time with Gojo Saturu as my roommate-

-Time Skip-

Several months have passed since I started living with the handsome white-haired man called Satoru Gojo. It's been a real up and down. We tease each other a lot, whether it's pranks or flirting. He almost makes me feel in love with him. But I don't want to give up my friendship with him or make life as a flatmate unpleasant. I'm making myself a cup of tea when the front door opens.

“I'm home again.”

“Welcome back.”

I say with a smile, but concentrate on my tea. A white mop of hair itches around the corner of the kitchen.

“ Well (Y/N)-chan how have you been without my amazing presence?”

“Terrible as always.”

I dramatically hold a hand to my forehead and looked towards him with a playfully pained face. But I couldn't hold it for long. We both started laughing out loud.

“I really missed you, how was it in Hokkaido?”

I grab my cup of tea with my hands, blow a little and drink it carefully. Satoru comes up to me & encircles me with his figure. He puts his arms on either side of me. I can't move to the left or right. Satoru comes close to my face. He is still wearing his scarf over his eyes. I carefully reach for it with my right hand and pull it off. Bright blue eyes look straight into my soul. A grin forms on Gogo's lips.

“Mhm~ Little kitty, me too.”

His voice is like a purr? It sounded so seductive.

“Stop playing with me Satoru.”

I say with a laugh, ignoring the feelings he triggers in me.

“But I'm not playing. I'm serious.”

His smile disappears in his face turns into a serious expression. Gojo comes so close to my face that I can feel his breath.

“(Y/N) you're smart, but you're stupid when it comes to feelings.”

I put my head to sleep. His statement confuses me. Deep laughter permeates the air.

“Then let me put it this way little kitten. You belong to me: mine. Because your heart belongs to me and mine belongs to you.”

I was just trying to process the sentence when two lips interrupt my thoughts. My eyes widen at the surprise of Gojo Satoru kissing me. I close my eyes. My body reacts as if of its own accord and I surrender to the kiss. Gojo breaks away from me again.

“Mhmm I knew you felt the same way.”

A smirk creeps onto his lips.

“What?”

“My ability, little one.”

He winks, walks out of the kitchen & puts the black blindfold back on his eyes.

“See you the day after tomorrow kitten. Get ready for long nights.”

All I can hear is the door closing. Not sure how to react and still with the cup in my hand, I realize what just happened.

“GOJO!”

I shout, knowing that he can still hear me.

[unloved-cadillac]

Gogo seeing his s/o take care of megumi?

Thank you

C/n: love this. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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A New Journey. (Gojo x Reader)

“Do you, Gojo Satoru, swear to take care of this child and do your best in providing and protecting him?”

“Yes I do!”

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Megumi walks back to his apartment when he encounters the white-haired man who is Gojo. He had four packets filled with goodies and he takes Megumi in the house. “Where’s Y/n?” Megumi asks as Gojo sets up the table. “On her way.”

“Are you going to propose any time soon?” Megumi asks and Gojo chokes on his spit. “What? Dude, I’m 20. I don’t even know the meaning of the word yet.” Gojo say and Megumi sighs. “You must be pretty stupid then.” “H e y!”

“I’m here!” Your voice runs through the house as you walk inside after taking off your shoes. “Right on time, Y/n. Got the cake?” He asks and you hold up the packet. “Right here. Hi, Megalodon.” You greet the kid and he rolls his eyes. “I’m not a shark.” You laugh as you ruffle his hair. “Tell your hair that.” You kiss the top of his head and unpack the cake.

The three of you have a lovely party, eating junk food, playing games then Megumi goes to lounge and turns on the TV and his PlayStation. “Oh! Megs, I got another gift for you.” You say as you get your bag. Megumi looks intently as you dig in your bag looking for it. You pull out a packet and give it to him.

He opens it and takes out a game. “Street Fighter vs Tekken?! Thanks, Y/n!” He says and hugs you. It was very rare for Megumi to display physical affection so you basked in this moment by holding onto him. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” You kiss his cheek and he goes to insert the disk. You tilt your head as you look at Megumi’s shirt. “Oh, Megs.” You say and he looks at you. “Huh?” “Come here.”

He walks to you and you shake your head while you dust his shirt. “You got cake on your favorite shirt. Come let me put this in the washing. Take it off. Let me get you a new one.” You say and you take his shirt and go to the washroom to put it in the machine and you brought another for him. He puts it on and sits on the couch. “Can I play too?” You ask and he nods. He gets up and hands you a controller.

Gojo watches the two of you and something in him blossoms. A feeling which he knew he would feel one day, and he knew he would feel it with you. Gojo heads upstairs quietly and opens his safe to look at the ring he bought a few months ago and he smiles to himself. When the time is right, he thinks. Closing it and heading back downstairs he hears you and Megumi scream at the TV.

“COME ON KING! GET HIM!” You shout. “GO JIN, GO!” Megumi yells and the sound of buttons being brutally pressed were heard. “Jeez, what’s going on here? You guys don’t even yell at me like that.” He says as he sits next to you.

“If you were not listening to me like how King is then yeah, I might.” You say and nudge Gojo. “I’ll verse whoever wins.” Gojo says and that’s how the night went. Taking turns playing then changing it to Netflix where Megumi fell asleep on your lap. You look at Gojo and he looks at Megumi. “I should be on your lap.” He whispers and you rolls your eyes as you smile. Gojo gets up and puts a blanket on Megumi and pulls out his phone to take a quick photo of the two most important people in his life.

Gojo returns to his spot next to you and you lean on him. He kisses your cheek. “I think you’ll be a great mom, Y/n.” He whispers and you look at him. “You think so?” He nods. “I want to keep you as mine forever. I promise I’ll keep you and Megumi safe for as long as I breathe. Today just made me so happy. I love you, Y/n.” He smiles and you kiss his lips. “I love you too.”

You cuddle into Gojo as he wraps an arm around you and rests it on Megumi. This journey of parenthood came a little early for the both of you. But with an amazing partner and amazing boy like Megumi, how hard could it be?

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“Dad Gojo is my favorite Gojo. Next to pussy slayer.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series || What If Chapters ||)

[Actors AU, Podcast with Satoru and Y/n]

[Notes and warning: Crack, fluff, Y/n, and Satoru being TMI in certain areas (nothing too nasty, Satoru is already a warning himself.) No hands or nails have been harmed during the making of this podcast/content. Word count: 3.6k]

[Thank you for the 600 followers everyone, thank you for visiting and may you always enjoy your strolls in this small corner! I'm not completely out of my little burnout but I really hope I got this one through. Anyway, Enjoy! And a Happy Birthday to Satoru's Voice Actor!]

Nail Art

"What am I going to say?" You look at Satoru humming as he set up the equipment by the couch in your room.

"I dunno, but that makes it fun," Satoru made an 'ok' sign with his thumb and index with his bright blue eyes sparkling.

"I'm seriously nervous." you rolled your eyes and rub your hands, clenching and unclenching the coldness to soothe the biting fright. He arranged this for Ijichi, and the tired manager gave him a heads up. Satoru's agency prefers clearing things up in a 'smoother' way rather than going through numerous press conferences and the like.

"Hey, it's okay Bubs, we got this, and... we can also reschedule it." Satoru's voice trailed off. His bright blue eyes filled with concern staring at your figure sweating and on edge.

The tiny part of you looking forward to doing this new venture with Satoru is screaming and thrashing around to push you and just do the thing. Meanwhile, the other half of you is hesitant, afraid that things may greatly change once you step into the unknown realm where your lover is a magnificent figure... while you... The anxiety of disappointment and dragging him down has been scratching your spine from time to time.

"You have to pinch me if I'm being awkward," you murmured, cringing at the possibility of making a fool out of you later.

"Just be you," Satoru step forward enveloping you in his tight hands "The simple you made me love you hard, and that's more than enough. You don't have to change yourself to fit by my side. Got that pretty girl?"

Your tense shoulders relaxed, returning your lover's hug and nuzzling his neck, you breathed in his cool minty scent that sets your heart at a tranquil pace.

"Okay," you nod and felt Satoru drop a kiss on the crown of your head as his large hand runs on your back, calming you down.

"Welcome to the GoGo Podcastttttt~!" Satoru cheered as the live stream started, the number of viewers is starting to pile up and there's a live chat going on asking where you are and questions the like.

You and Satoru sat face to face with each other on the couch, pillows on your lap with the mic in that stand and headphones on your head.

"Are we seriously calling this GoGo Podcast?" You eyed the camera and adjusted the black mask you wore. Still fidgety about the "uniqueness" as Satoru would address it, about this podcast of yours.

"Why, what's wrong with it?" Satoru asks squinting at your unconvinced look.

"I dunno it sounds tacky." You shrug. Satoru made a YouTube channel last minute and is live streaming right now.

"Yeah," Satoru nodded. "I think it fits us perfectly. My name starts with 'Go' and soon your name will als—" leaning forward you covered his mouth to stop anything more from spilling his lips.

He glared at you and mouthed a 'stop it' which came out as "Smphm mph."

"Anyway, welcome guys to the very, very, very first episode of our podcast. I'm sure you guys know that I'm with my beloved lady, she's right here beside me so stop asking where she is," he huffed at the comments asking where you are after you remove your hands over his mouth. "What can you say Bubs?"

"Hi everyone. I'm Y/n..." Where's humor when you need one?! You sound like a plain textbook. "Today, Satoru and I decided to meet you guys, together... I hope you enjoy our company" You nervously laugh.

"Usually she's bubbly, but she's a little shy right now so take it easy with us guys," Satoru smirked. "So as we said, we'd do a podcast together! Thank you for allowing me to film with you," Satoru gazed at you with smiling eyes. "And I thought it'd be boring with just answering your questions, so we decided!"

"You decided, I was uninformed until the last minute," you punch his arm.

"Okay, I decided to surprise Bubs with a podcast and manicure corner! I enrolled in a short course yesterday before diving into this thing," Satoru pick up the pouch on the table, zipped it open, and one by one pulled out the newly purchased nail polishes and stuff.

"Were gonna answer questions while I do a manicure with Bub's fingers?" You frowned and look at the camera then back to Satoru.

"Yep, you can read the questions Bubs, I'm gonna be busy making your nails pretty." He rummaged through the pouch, pulling every color he thinks looks cute. "I'm gonna give you a nail art," Satoru made a chef kiss sign.

"You have to be gentle, got it 'Toru?" You worriedly eyed him who made grabby hands asking for your left hand.

"Trust me Bubs, I'm a pro," Satoru winked, scooting close to you and putting your hand above his knee. "I've always been gentle with you..." He whistled that you have to pinch his cheeks to stop him from spewing something else.

"Yeah? I trust you—" You deadpanned, shuddering at the sight of him holding the nail pusher. "—Anyways, I'll read the first question."

"Game!"

Ijichi sorted these questions yesterday and you trust the man's intelligence and capabilities. Scrolling through the list you read from the bottom-most question first.

"Hello, Gojo Satoru-san, and to your girlfriend. I'm genuinely curious how long have you been together?"

You cleared your throat and look at Satoru who brought your hand up and showed it to the camera. The comment is flooded with wanting to also book a reservation in Satoru's salon.

"I was going to do cuticle care but her hands are already pretty so I'll skip that part."

The heck?

"What kind of salon owner are you?"

"The kind that loves you the most." Satoru gave you a naughty look and Cheshire grin.

You resist kicking him from the cringe fuzzy butterflies he's trying to create in your tummy.

"Be serious. Like how long we've been in a relationship or how long we've known each other?" Confusion clouded you while subduing the urge to grab your hand back from your boyfriend applying the base gel.

"We've been officially together for..." Satoru looks up, counting mentally. "3 years... 2 months, and 3 weeks."

"Satoru and I met each other two years prior we became a couple. So we've known each other for more or less five years."

This is quite easy...

"What's that, a turtle?" You asked Satoru who's now painting your nails with a baby blue nail polish.

"Excuse me? This is art." Satoru scoffed at you and exposed your finger to the light.

"Is that a real gold leaf?" You asked leaning closer to scrutinize the shimmering details he's adding to your fingers.

"If that's gold I would've already showered your nails with it. Continue Bubs," Satoru shoo you away so he can continue his 'job'.

"Okay... Second question. What's your partners' most annoying habit." You laugh and adjust your mask. Ijichi intentionally included this.

"Do I have to answer this honestly?" You laughed when Satoru lookup with an offended look.

"Remember who's holding your hand right now Bubs."

You shake your head in laughter and replied to the question.

"I usually wake up around midnight to use the toilet and the toilet seat is ALWAYS raised. So I asked this guy here if he raises the toilet seat."

"No, I do not!" Satoru protested.

"But who would do that aside from you?"

"For your information, the reason I do not raise the toilet is that I sit down when I pee."

"Babe! My goodness," an image of Satoru sitting down on the toilet flash through your mind and it looks... Like an ostrich forced to crouch.

"Hey, here's my side to that," Satoru turned to the camera. "I sit down for you," he pointed at you. "Like, if I stand when I pee then everything gonna splash around and you're gonna sit down on that, huh?"

"Still, who's raising the toilet seat? It's just the two of us using this place. Unless you tell me our house is haunted."

Satoru shut his mouth, gave you stinky eyes, and ignored you, holding your thumb to continue his work. You turn to the camera and shrug.

"So yeah, Satoru's annoying habit is raising the toilet seat at night without putting it back. Babe, I think we need to private this video because of sensitive content."

"Nah, it's not like we said any nasty thing. Y/n's annoying habit is, she takes too much time taking a shower. Like I was dying to use the toilet to poop but I can't coz she's not even shampooing after 30 minutes of being inside."

"TMI. I swear this video is to be private. We have a toilet down the 1st floor." You rolled your eyes.

"Third question, why did you hide your relationship?"

You waited for Satoru to finish proudly showing off your thumb to the camera before answering. You don't have the heart to tell him his nail art looks like a butchered octopus with chopped golden tentacles

"We want privacy during the early stages of our relationship and I can say that it was the best decision we took as a couple," Satoru answered.

"Why are you doing it one by one?" You turn to the live chat who also agreed with you about Satoru doing the process like a snail.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Babe, nail artist first coat all the nails then the light, then the second coat then the light, then third coat then the light then the details then the last coating then the light."

Satoru stared at your nails with a confused puppy look like his whole life has been a lie. He then looks up to you and the camera.

"But the teacher taught me like this yesterday," he mumbled

"Ugh!" You slump your back and sighed in defeat. "Who taught you?"

"Suguru brought his girlfriend's manicure set and taught me."

Well, of course, it's the two dumbasses... You facepalmed and told him to continue.

"Fourth question, what's your first impression of each other?"

Satoru looks at you. You've never really mentioned what's your impression of him.

"I don't remember. I do not believe in the 'first impression lasts' because you can't classify a person just after seeing him or her acting all snobby or shy, there's always something beneath that it's up to you if you would like to know about that person. Like I remember Satoru being annoying and rambunctious when we hang out with our mutual friends and I honestly cannot handle high-tension people—" Satoru's shoulders deflated at your words. "—But Satoru is calm and patient, I remember I spilled the whole... What was it, Babe? Vodka? On your Brioni suit at the gala."

"It was tequila, and you were tipsy that time," Satoru added.

"I thought he'd go ballistic behind the curtains but he was like, 'okay come with me at the back'"

"Then I asked her. Are you lost baby girl?" Satoru deepened his voice.

"Then he even asked for water to sober me up. Satoru is very patient. It may not be my first impression of him when we met but it was the impression that stick to me at the earlier stages." You chuckled, adjusting the mask while smiling underneath.

"Hey don't ignore me!" Satoru bit his lips, as he add the third coat on your middle fingernail. "If I know that's the way you'd pay me the attention I should've bumped into you much earlier," Satoru mumbled making you flick his head. "I have a first impression of you Bubs. So when we first met Bubs was wearing this minimalist outfit of a checkered light blue blazer, with a white top and white pants and you have this tote bag while reading a romance book in the cafe. And my first thought was she's a beautiful snob. She ignored me, like 101% no hi or hello until Suguru and Shoko came and introduced us. Why did you ignore me Bubs?"

"I didn't even notice you sitting in front of me. By now I know that you know when I read I have this solitary bubble that ignores everything and everyone around me. And no way, do you remember all of that? I don't even remember what you wore that day."

"Yeah I remember, you were even wearing that promise ring your past boyfriend now your ex gave you because I'm your baby now." Satoru rolled his eyes. "She's very casual too, barely talked to me when we first met even when Suguru and Shoko left us and I ask her if I should walk her home. So my first impression of Bubs is that she's a drop-dead gorgeous snob."

"You put the drop-dead gorgeous to evade sleeping on the couch?"

"What? No way!"

"Anyway, fifth question: what's your reaction to Gojo's kissing scenes."

Ehhhhh... Internally you screeched and Satoru look at you batting his lashes with a grin.

"Have I reacted badly?" You asked Satoru who shrug. "Before Satoru and I became a couple, I already understood that it can't be avoided, that's part of his job. We have mutual friends who are also in the entertainment industry. I'd be a liar if I say I wasn't affected but the thing is if I keep dwelling on that it'd make me vain and cynical so instead of trying to keep it getting into me I talk it with Satoru." You look at your lover who stopped working on your nails and is fully giving you his attention. "There's this border that will always separate what he does in work and what we are together. Work is work. It doesn't affect me anymore as much as it used to. I learned to trust him and also learn to trust myself that I'm enough for him... Does that make sense?" You chuckled and Satoru bit his lips chuckling with you.

"Oh I just wanna add," Satoru interrupted grinning to the cam. "I have this action movie with Suguru, a few months ago but it's still not out in the cinemas. That one where I played demigod and warrior. Bubs were there with me! She played a minor role, right? Right?" Satoru giddily poked your belly.

"Ijichi-san's gonna stab you with his pen for revealing that." You pouted.

"She looks extremely gorgeous in her cute dress. Yadda, yadda!" Satoru squirmed almost toppling over the table and nail polishes.

"Yamete!" You growled clamping his mouth shut. "Babe it's not pretty anymore," you whined seeing the gold leaf askew from all his squirming.

"We almost kissed in that movie," Satoru winked at the camera making the live chat explode.

"Stop feeding them unnecessary details." You flick his head with gritted teeth.

"Next, sixth. If you wanted privacy why did you date a superstar?"

Satoru pouted at the question. You were quiet for a moment.

"Just because he's in the limelight I don't think I need to refrain myself from being with him. Satoru never made me feel less than I am. When I'm with him I don't feel our love story is necessarily something people would watch and dream about but when I see him, I see someone who would stay with me when I'm wrecked or happy. And I found someone with whom I can be unafraid to show both my frustrations and passionate side. Satoru and I aren't mysterious and privacy obsessed but we prefer staying chill and at the back because those moments are for the both of us and we want it the way it is."

"For me, I dated Bubs because she treats me with Kikufuku—" Satoru laughed at your rolling eyes. "—Kidding aside, I had a few rough roads while courting her one, the reason is she just got out of a break-up and wasn't interested in going in any relationship. So I had to lay low. I can't go all out surrounding her or else I might suffocate her because I know I can get annoyingly clingy when I get my hands on her and I don't want her to feel constricted. I don't have a problem being public with her but I agree that I also like our privacy, it's our little secrets."

That surprised you too, and the chat was filling in with how sweet you two are, or if you two are considering going public now that you're both officially recognized as a couple. But you ignored those, not wanting to be drowned with the flow of social media netizens.

"Seventh... Babe no!" You gasp when Satoru clips your nails and it bites too big for your liking. "Are you trying to give me claws?" You gaped at your imbalanced nail and turn at Satoru who look at you, eyes wide open, stunned by what he's done.

"Don't worry, I'll wash the dishes until it grows back," he swallowed nervously.

"That's not the point, and we have a dishwasher for that. Good grace," you grumbled. "You're dead after this."

"She bullies me!" Satoru whined.

"Seventh... My gosh Babe, no! Enough clipping nails put the nail cutter away." You warned him who hesitatingly put the nail cutter away and put base gel now on your left hand.

"What's your favorite movie?"

"Your movie or any movie?" You asked Satoru who shrug.

"My favorite movie was the loyal dog who waited for his master at the train station," Satoru answered.

"My favorite is about a quadriplegic and his caretaker who fell in love, though nothing was official he taught her how to live her life. Then in the end this man applied for service in Dignitas, and the caretaker was left with a sum of money and a letter from the man. And my favorite movie of Satoru is, Six Eyes Trilogy."

"Why?" Satoru hummed, smiling.

"I love how you projected the character of a teacher who strives to educate his students without sheltering them... Then the process of how your grey character lost hope after being betrayed by the higher-ups. I can't explain it with words but that was bone-chilling when you realize there's no salvation and then you became your own story's antagonist. I cried a lot when your character lost his eyes there because he may have lost his eyes, but he found his freedom. Yeah, the chills."

"Yeah, I knew you were head over heels for me," Satoru giggled and you pinch his nose.

"Eight. Is your girlfriend in the entertainment industry?"

You shake your head and Satoru held out his hand to adjust your mask so you could properly breathe.

"No, I am not. I work in a different industry. I have my own business."

"But Bubs, visit me in my sets. She sends me those white roses and brings me lunch when she's near the site. I post them on my Insta, her tamagoyaki is my fave."

"Second to the last, the ninth question.  How do you make time for each other with busy schedules?"

Satoru finally finished your nails and brought them to the camera with a proud smile. You don't have the heart to tell him it looks like a kid's doodle.

"Bubs either visit me in my sets, or I go to her job place. She has lots of business trips so it can get a little hard to match our schedules but the last week of the month is our alone time together. When I have three days open, I usually follow her when she's overseas that's why I have many photos abroad, and she's the one who takes my photos too~ But wait a minute." Satoru grabs the camera and places it above your nails.

"I did good right? Rate me in stars Bubs."

You cannot hold back anymore and just laughed.

"I love you so much," you held his hand and squeeze it.

Satoru stared at you with a deadpan look and groaned.

"You did great baby, thank you. Next time you should also try learning massage and hairdressing."

"So you can turn me into your salon?" He raised a judging brow at you and returned the camera to its holder while tidying the stuff back to the pouch.

"You don't like that? That's another talent."

"Nope don't like," he pouted and sat back facing you.

"You should read the last question," you handed him his phone and he scroll down to read it.

"Ten, what's your message to your fans?" Satoru cleared his throat. "I hope you like our first podcast, I bribed Y/n with a large sum of ice cream to join me. We're happy to share our small corner with you guys and it was nice to answer your questions. It has been a pleasant night and have a good night's sleep everyone."

Wow, he smoothly wrapped that up...

"Good night everyone thank you for joining us!"

Behind the Scenes

You stare at your nails while having an internal battle about what your oh-so-awesome boyfriend has done. There's a leaf bundled together looking like a ladybug and another looking like a chopped turtle. How did Satoru manage to do that? You also don't know. He didn't apply the last coat too.

"I'm starting to rethink my decisions in life..."

"What? It's cute! You don't appreciate art Bubs." Satoru scoffed and grab your hands admiring them again.

You let him be when he took a picture and showed it off on his Instagram, his fans pointed out a few tips to Satoru on how to do it properly and he promised to give Suguru a beating for deceiving him at their nail art classes.

—GreyCaelum

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substitute

| you told yourself that you would do anything for satoru |

gojo satoru x reader

rating: 18+

a/n: i have an obsession i know. i’m working on it

it was to a soft tickling at the inside of your thighs that welcomed you into the next day. a soft sigh broke through your yawn as you shifted and twisted against the desires tugging at your veins. 

somewhere in your mind, you registered that it was much too early. 

but of course your body disagreed tenfold. 

“ngh…” an equally tired chuckle vibrates against you and you jumped at the touch of a thumb brushing against your outer lips. 

“the was a cute sound,” the voice purred. your hips lifted once more in reaction before they were assisted into submission by the firm weight of a forearm along your pelvis. 

the sounds of your slick sliding against his tongue were as equally loud as it was lewd. there was no art to the madness, just a series of flicks and heavy suction. 

your fingers clenched at the sheets, wrinkling the integrity as your chest heaved with every moan. in terms of wake up calls, the impending shrill of your alarm easily took last place. 

“you are always such a sight to wake up to. thought i’d return the favor.” 

and return it he did. 

the insertion of a finger freed up the opportunity for his voice to waft around the room again. the rhythm was as languid as his lazy drawl as he bent a joint and raked the nail against your inner walls. 

“i also might need a favor.”

the pinch of your brow came before the comprehension of his words. gojo was always a talker- a stronger contender as a firm charmer that managed to weave his way through society. as his position as ‘the chosen one’, his power spoke volumes. 

with you- he leaned on alternative methods. 

“fuck-toru… you bastard.”

you choked over the inclusion of a second finger, barely swallowing your words as you struggled to rock into them. 

“that’s not very nice of you. to think i woke up so early to treat you this morning.

your boyfriend took the opportunity to curl both fingers this time, smirking when you all but managed to successful buck him off as you keened under his ministrations. 

“it’s nothing big.” turquoise eyes, tinged with lust, met yours as he rose his head. the blanket fell off his shoulders, revealing more pale skin. “i just need a bit of a substitute today.” 

substitute? as in substitute teacher? he had to be joking. 

unlike gojo, after graduation you had more than willingly left behind the stuffy atmosphere of education. as a sorcerer, you never did stop learning. the always evolving curses not letting you hang too far off your game. 

but to return to the classroom to put those young students through everything you hated in your youth? 

no orgasm was worth that.

you disguised your grimace under the pretense of displeasure as he withdrew his hand all together. he tsked at your impatience, using the same hand as a crude form of lube as he fisted his growing cock. 

“it will be easy. these classes are even smaller than ours were.”

 it was difficult to voice a complaint when he was doing just the opposite and sliding into you. your back arched as he filled you to the hilt with little difficulty. 

he experimented with a shallow thrust, a grin pulling at his lips when you responded positively. the pace he set was slower than either of you were use to on a regular basis, but it fit the mood of morning sex. 

his forehead touched yours as he drew back for another long thrust. “shit-squeezing me so early. what a good girl.”

you whimpered when his hips met yours with more force than the last. “think of how excited they’ll be to have a new face. such a sexy one at that.” 

your body slid along the mattress each time he buried himself within you. you didn’t want to admit that he was getting to you. not even his all seeing gaze needed to retell the obvious. his plan was flawless and in short you were too much of a simp for the man.

so you just accepted the early morning distraction, taking direct pleasure in the way it unraveled the tangle of sleep.

you clenched your inner muscles helpfully and your boyfriend groaned in appreciation as he chased both of your releases with new vigor. the twitching and shakiness began with you as the pace picked up. your climax tumbled out of you with a sharp gasp as your boyfriend filled the space with a grunt. 

the two of you took a minute to regain your before he eventually pulled out and you pointedly ignored the stickiness as you relaxed your legs to give him the room to pull away. he didnt stray too far, white locks tickling your nose as he leaned in close again.

“i have more in store for you tonight as a thank you.”

with a huff, you pressed your palm against his cheek before his lips could chase yours. 

“fine, fine. i’ll babysit your class. you better be on some super important mission.”

gojo made a pleased sound, somewhere stuck between a hum and a warm rumble as he nuzzled the side of your neck and pressed his lips there instead. 

“super important. thanks babe.”

                                          you don’t know why you agreed to this. 

leaning back against the desk, you returned the silent gesture as the three first-years scrutinized your presence. aside from megumi, the other two were new faces for you. but your boyfriend’s knack for storytelling painted the picture in the absence of words. 

nobara was obvious. the sole girl of the unit. 

poor girl. 

she seemed to share your sentiment of wanting to be anywhere else but here. 

“so you’re dating sensei?”

you brought your arms closer to your chest as your shoulders rose with the action. 

was that … judgement?

“i’m so sorry.”

it was the sincerity that scared you the most. 

“oh wow, wow, wow. sensei’s really got it all. “

sukuna’s vessel was impossible to miss as any seasoned sorcerer. despite the boy’s positive demeanor, he reeked of the malevolent residue. yet in a way he made it work, there was nothing really about him that didn’t come off as approachable. 

he had something to gain gojo’s infatuation. there was no doubt in your mind that he would use this boy to help him dismantle the systematic hierarchy of the sitting elders. 

you just had to wonder. 

was the kid his main tool or the curse?

“i can’t believe you actually agreed to this.”

ah, megumi. 

the boy liked to express his love for distance, but the years swallowed up so much of it as you watched him grow. your boyfriend was a lot of things but you couldn’t deny the influence he had on the young sorcerer. 

the boy who seemed to disdain the attention knew it too. 

now that everyone had their turn to speak, you supposed it was your turn. 

“he was very convincing,” you offered lowly before picking up the volume. “let’s not pretend you’re actually going to learn anything from me. im just a sit in until satoru gets back from his mission.”

megumi’s scoff shouldn’t have come as a surprise. gojo’s name was rarely spoken without it’s accompaniment. 

“what makes you think he’s not off sightseeing?”

because killing gojo was impossible but you would happily tire yourself exploring your options. 

your smile was tight as you gestured to the door,” lets kick the morning off with some practice matches. the second years are always eager.”

settled comfortably against the bleachers observing as your temporary students got their asses handed to them, you came to the conclusion that being a teacher couldn’t be too bad. perhaps in the future you might be more willing to offer your services with out your boyfriend’s extra persuasion.

speaking of gojo, you wondered how his mission was going. you never actually questioned his agenda. 

you didn’t expect to wait long as the dial tone started up. outside of battle and life or death situations, gojo rarely ignored your calls. he knew in the thick of it you could protect yourself, but he preferred to keep himself available to your needs. 

the sounds of mixed commotion greeted you before his voice did. 

“toru … it sounds busy. where are you?”

gojo’s answering laugh should have been the first warning. to some it may have come off as eased but you could hear the way he forced it in to deflect. 

“sweetheart, how are classes going? i hope they’re not giving you too much trouble.”

trouble seemed to be the opposite of what he was dealing with. there were a lot of people holding their own conversations in the background, all of them too casual to be in danger. in fact, there were too many in general to place him on a battlefield. 

what exactly were you substituting for?

“order #217 for… gogo-san?”

the loud cluck of your tongue against the roof of your mouth was suddenly powerful enough to drown out the clamor. 

gojo satoru prided himself on standing resilient to all threats. it was how he maintained his position as the strongest. he was sought out for his efficiency and ability to overcome all adversaries. 

even against the most fearsome.

“honey, do i ever have a treat for you! today was a single-day special at my favorite bakery. you should have seen the lines. it's a good thing i got here so early!”

there were a lot of things you would do for satoru gojo.

and even more that you would do to him when you got home.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Regular (part 3): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: for Geto, there’s no one but you. And he wants that to be the same for you, too. Why would you even want anyone else? 

wc: 2.4K

tw: nsfw, nsfw, nsfw, please for the love of god dni if you’re minor. smut and more smut follows

a/n: There will be one last part for. wrap-up, but I literally have not written a single thing since before yesterday, so I’m writing today! Hope you all enjoy! 

part 1 part 1.5 part 2

Your finger fidgeted with the edge of your skirt as you sat in Mrs. Lampton’s office, waiting for her freckled face to appear in your line of vision. The office is a direct reflection of who Mrs. Lampton is: dimly lit with orange lighting and vintage movie posters hang on the right side of the wall above a mini zen garden; on the left side, there are various pictures of her as a dancer, the newspaper headline announcing that she had bought the club, and then a picture that featured her and all of the dancers from years ago. On her desk, the club manager had collected various crystals, each one a different color than the rest, and finally, on the wall behind her desk, a sign that read “Complaints will be heard from the hours of 6 am to 3 pm”, which, coincidentally, were hours when the club wasn’t open. 

She had called you in early to discuss something with you, but hadn’t shown her face at all since you walked in and plopped down on the cheap, orange vinyl seat. A moment later, the door to the office creaks open and Mrs. Lampton shuffles in, pushing her short red bangs away from her face. “Hey, y/n, thanks for coming in early for me. Just wanted to speak to you face to face before tonight.” She sounded exhausted, as if she had been dealing with other problems before she got to you.

“Am I in trouble?” you ask, lacing your fingers together nervously. 

“Huh?” The woman looks over at you as she slides the chair out from behind her desk. She shrugs her denim jacket off, revealing the multi colored striped shirt beneath paired with light wash mom jeans. “Why would you think you’re in trouble? Have you done anything to be in trouble for?” She leans forward, placing her pale elbows on the desk and looking into your eyes. 

“No, I--”

“Good. You’ve made yourself practically invaluable here and I wanted to make sure everything was going okay with you and Mr. Geto.” You think about the morning you spent with Suguru and the subsequent night you danced for him in the VIP room, which ended up being a makeout session towards the end. 

“E-everything’s fine.” 

“He’s treating you fairly?” 

“Yes.”

“Not getting too ahead of himself is he?” 

“Ahead of himself?” 

“You know, trying to play savior or--” 

“No, not at all.” In fact, he had insisted that you go back to the club that night and dance, even if it meant it was just you and him. He knew you liked the club; he was just there to make your experience happier.

“Great! Oh, also --” A drawer opens and Mrs. Lampton rummages around in it for a moment before pulling out a magazine. “Thought you would like to see this.” She slaps it down on the desk before turning to her computer and clicking around on it while you pick up the magazine. And there Suguru was, on page twenty-six, strolling alongside his blue-eyed friend - what was his name? Godo? Todo? Gego? Oh, Gogo. Right. 

The headline reads: “Their Companies are Merging, but They’re Total Opposites”. Suguru is dressed for a business meeting in a pair of black slacks and black shirt, complimented by a silver tie. Gogo, on the other hand, is wearing a grey turtleneck sweater and black skinny jeans, also in mid-conversation about something. The caption reads: Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru have a lot in common: they’re handsome, inherited their wealth, and are very eligible bachelors. But what you don’t know is that they couldn’t be more -

“Why are you showing me this?” The magazine plops down on the desk again and Mrs. Lampton looks over from her screen. 

“You need to know exactly who you’re entertaining. Geto’s family owns an international medical equipment giant, and his friend is literally the heir to the technology company Gautama.” 

You bite your lip at this news, suddenly remembering the magnitude of the situation at hand. Again, Suguru wasn’t just rich, and people didn’t just get into his personal business because he was handsome. One day, he would be the heir to a massive fortune and a company that relied on the public’s approval to maintain its efficacy. One wrong move, and Suguru could lose it all. You need to handle this predicament with care, not with some kind of illusionary idea that he could be--

“I see. Thank you, Mrs. Lampton.” The club manager shifts in her seat, giving you a tender smile before sliding an envelope your way. 

“And this came for you yesterday after you left.” Curious, you open the envelope, and look back up at Mrs. Lampton warily. “Do with it what you will.” 

“I can’t accept this; this is-” 

“Not my problem anymore. I’ll see you later, y/n.” 

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“I can’t accept this.” You hand the envelope and it’s contents back to Suguru, and he frowns deeply, hand slowly reaching out to take the paper. 

“What’s this?” He opens the envelope and takes out the check nestled inside, examining it carefully. “Oh, no.” 

“I can’t accept money from your friend.” 

“No, this isn’t right. Satoru would never…” Suguru shifts forward, trying to examine the check under the dim lighting of the room. “He would never do something like this. He’s an idiot, but he’s not a dumbass.” 

“Why would he send me a check for twenty thousand dollars?” 

“He wouldn’t.” Suguru folds the envelope in half, placing it in his pocket with finality. “I’ll deal with this, princess, don’t worry.” He places a tender kiss to your forehead, peppering your face with pecks until his lips reach yours. You moan into his mouth and slide your hands up to his, which are holding your face, and open your mouth to deepen the kiss automatically. Your tongues tangle between each other, dancing in the space made by your interlocked lips. When Suguru pulls away, you groan, leaning your head back with displeasure. 

“I want you tonight,” you whisper, and Suguru laughs, nipping at your lower lip. 

“You needn’t say another word.” 

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A long-sleeved kimono. 

A pair of men’s pants. 

A silk camisole and matching shorts. 

A grey shirt. 

All of them have been scattered across the room leading up to the four poster bed you’ve been politely deposited on. And the man between your legs is starving. 

He’s putting his hair up in a bun with a hair band, shirtless, while his muscles move methodically. And you’re lying before him, a spread of deliciousness waiting to be devoured by someone who has been deprived of your taste for too long. 

Once Suguru’s hair is no longer an issue, he slides his fingers between your legs, catching the slim digits on your core. You suck in a sharp breath as he begins rubbing your clit, relishing in the gentle touches he lavishes upon you. “Talk to me.” 

“That feels good,” you immediately respond to his command, fluttering your eyes closed. Suguru hums, the answer satisfying him enough that he slips a finger inside of you. You arch your back, pushing your cunt into his palm eagerly and mewling just a little.

“That’s it…” His free hand comes up to snake around the back of your neck and his lips come down to latch onto your right nipple. The hand on your neck slides down to tweak your other nipple as he pulls and sucks with his mouth eagerly, and you buck into his hand again as he tucks another finger inside of you, fully tethering you to his movements. 

“S-Suguru,” you breathe, and his eyes lift to meet yours, focusing on your blissed-out expression. The wine you tossed back before you both began your little tryst wasn’t doing you any favors, and your head swam at the lust-filled expression Suguru wore. Your nipple pops free from his lips and he blinks slowly, tilting his head like he always does when he’s about to ask you a question. 

“Has anyone else made you feel like this?” he wonders above you, and you look up to him, eyes half-lidded. 

“No.”

“Can anyone else make you feel like this?” 

“No… no one else can.” Your response to his stance of absolute ownership obviously pleases him as he snakes kisses down your stomach and flicks your clit with his tongue, fingers still nestled deep inside of you. “Su!” Instinctively you grab his hair, lacing your fingers through the strands as you push his face closer to your core. Suguru grains with pleasure, removing his fingers and diving head first into you without another word; his slick-covered hand pushes your right leg up, and the other hand rests on your hip lazily. 

But his tongue is anything but lazy as he eagerly attacks your slit, reminding you just how hungry he really is. When his other hand moves off of your hip and to the outline of his cock in his boxers, you want to help him palm his erection, wind your fingers around his length and tug, but you’re too far away. The solution comes moments later. 

“Su,” you begin, huffing as he continues to eat you out, but looks up to meet your eyes. “I want… I want to sit on your face.” His eyebrows shoot up at the request, and the black haired man pulls away from your core and kisses up your right leg before sitting up on his knees. 

“Then switch with me.” 

The command is yet again met with no resistance, and once Suguru settles in on his back, you carefully swing your leg over his shoulders, lowering yourself onto his face. Large hands rest on your ass cheeks as he resumes his feast, and your tiny hands find his cock, snaking beneath the waistband of his boxers with ease. 

When you first touch his member, he jolts a little then moans directly into your pussy. You never really noticed just how thick he was until that moment, sliding the offending fabric down until his cock is right in front of your face. You stroke it - fingers not even close to meeting around his thickness - and lick the tip with care then lower your whole mouth down his length.

“Oh, my god,” Suguru moans, the sound muffled by your thighs so it sounds more like a breathy “uhhmahgah” than anything else. You begin to bob your head and build a rhythm to your sucking, rarely stopping for air. You know you’re doing a good job when Suguru’s fingers on your ass tighten and his tongue stutters as you slowly build his orgasm. In the dim lighting of your usual, beautiful hotel room, you hope that no one can see you or Suguru pleasuring each other with abandon. That would make a very interesting headline. 

“Ah!” Suguru flips you over with a push which lands you on your back, head facing the footboard. He climbs over top of you, eyes still focused on your face, and lifts your legs back up, pushing your knees to your chest. 

“You were doing your job a little too well down there,” he hisses, lining himself up with your dripping core. You laugh for a second before he anchors himself with the backs of your knees and slowly sinks into you, hissing as he sheaths himself completely within your walls. Missionary… he loves it, and you do too, especially when he leans forward and presses his chest against your weak thighs. He can watch your face as he moves within you, and it’s the very fact that he’s the cause of your immense pleasure that spurs him on to a mind-bending orgasm. But you want something different… something new. 

“Wait,” you breathe, and Suguru looks up at you with curiosity. “We should… try something new.” Your mind flips through the endless pages of the Cosmopolitan rags in the dressing room, and you settle on something you’d seen just before your second day at the club. You lift one leg up precariously, and Suguru instantly catches on to your imagined position, turning you on your side. While snatching a pillow from behind him, he tucks your lifted leg over his shoulder and places the pillow under your back, where it supports you from falling over. 

“Fuck yes, that’s amazing,” you whine. He slides back into you with ease, holding your leg as he fucks you senseless. 

“Oh, yeah…” His groans mixed with your mewls of ecstasy fill the room, making a sweet symphony of noise for the neighbors (or someone above you) to hear. Skin slapping, grunts, rough touches and tender caresses -  everything you’ve grown to anticipate and desire from this man who has absolutely bewitched and been bewitched by you - are present right now. Nothing could take you out of this dream turned reality. “Y/n… this is heaven.” 

The admission from the man is accompanied by a stare that reaches down to your soul, and your hand flies to your clit. You want to make yourself cum and fast. He’s saying all the right things… doing all of the right moves, and you --

“I can’t let anyone else have you.” 

“Su--” you choke out, hoping that he would hear your pleas beyond his pleasure. “Su, I--” 

“Don’t need… t’say... a word,” he grunts. “I already... know.” He gets faster and deeper, stretching you past what you thought you could take and bringing you even closer to orgasm than you thought possible. “Just cum... Cum for me... That’s all I want.” 

Your fingers are working just like Suguru is, not pausing for even a second to give you any sense of reprieve. He litters kisses along your ankle and down your calf, all the while fucking your brains out. His hands knock your fingers away and do what only he can do, rubbing your clit better and faster than you can.

“Please… cum for me, princess.” Hot air drags into your throat and you exhale in what sounds like a dying woman’s groan, clutching at the sheets with all of your strength. Your walls spasm around his cock, and a wetness drenches your lower legs, sliding down onto the red fabric beneath you. 

“You’re so perfect,” Suguru whispers, closing his eyes. “You’re such a good girl… cumming all over me like that; god, I’m gonna--” His breath hitches in his throat as he unloads in you, his cock throbbing angrily as it deposits loads of cum inside of you. He shudders long and hard, practically hunched over your figure while you recover, panting deeply. 

A haze settles nicely over you while Suguru adjusts himself carefully and softly smooths a hand over your sweaty face. 

“Do you want to go again or should we call for new sheets?” 

“Again,” you answer definitively, and he smiles down at you before pressing a kiss to your cheek and murmuring, 

“I love it when you say that.” 

[siriusly-parker]

—jjk smau. "an apple a day..." part. 1

requested! you're scared of your next appointent

ʚ tags. fem!reader, suggestiveness, aged up characters, mention of mental struggles (yuji, therapist appointment), mention of inappropriate doctor check ups (nanami), but overall just stupid crack tbh lol

ʚ including. toge, nanami, yuuji, megumi

ʚ author's note. thank you guys for all the love on my first smau and for sending so many sweet requests!! i’m so excited about them and i’m working on answering them! this one was specifically for toge so his is a little longer <3 but his was so hard cause i’m brain dead with fanon toge and i’m not sure about his personality anymore 😭😭 i may make a poll or something so we can discuss that, i want to be more interactive and get your opinions on things! also this shit is NOT easy!! my phone storage is crying and so am i lolllll

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requests are open! -> comment which characters you’d like for part. 2 or for other smaus!! <3

[siriusly-parker]

“JJK REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!”

–she yelled, as if anybody cared.

I'm so so happy to be writing again! I'm inspired and having fun, which I haven't had in a while, but I also miss how active I used to be on tumblr! chatting w/ anons and sharing our thoughts about the characters we love the most. you guys are all so creative and I love to hear from you, so here is a reminder that my ask box is OPEN for everything and anything!

you can send requests for small blurbs, brainrots, social media aus, headcanons, or just talk and ask my thoughts or share yours!!

you can see a list of my fandoms on my page, but I'm mainly only writing for jjk right now! my favourite are always megumiiii, gojo, and ino, and I've been having a recent hyper fixation on yuuji lollll, but feel free to ask for anyone!! I also love nanami, suguru, yutaaaaa (<333333), toge, and anyone really so feel free to ask!! (except if its mahito. 😐 don't even ask.)

glad to be back!! (I'm so stupid to do this cause it's my finals 🤡, but I'm crazy and this is the only thing keeping me going, but I may be slower to answer asks and focus on small blurbs/smaus instead of full length pics rn!)

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[siriusly-parker]

—jjk smau. “i could eat that girl for lunch!”

part of the “hit me hard and soft” series

ʚ tags. fem!reader, suggestiveness, aged up characters, brief mention of calories (no numbers, just toji in his gym bro era), angsty fluff (megumi), yandere yuuta??, but overall just stupid crack tbh lol

ʚ including. gojo, yuuta, toji, megumi

GOJO! “And I could never get enough / I could buy her so much stuff / It's a craving, not a crush”

YUUTA! “Baby, I think you were made for me / Somebody write down the recipe”

TOJI! “Been trying hard not to overeat / You're just so sweet”

MEGUMI! “I've said it all before, but I'll say it again / I'm interested in more than just being your friend”

ʚ next time. nanami, toge, nobara, sukuna, yuuji, ino, more?

꩜ likes, comments + reblogs are very appreciated!!

[siriusly-parker]

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